#frog castanets

[maisonnushi]

誰が出るかな？Who will be there?

BGM…Beauty Detective Ishilly

[aceofcupsbiggestfan]

Lenaia

Lenaia is a four-day festival of the 12-15 of Gamelion. Lenaia was held in honor of Dionysos Lenaios and the Maenads, thought to originate in Dionysia. It was most commonly celebrated in Athens and lonia.

In Ancient Greece Lenaia was celebrated with a procession of women and symbols of Dionysos. A wine-mixing ritual could have also taken place. Carrying a representation of Dionysos, dancing Athenian girls carrying castanets and the thyrsus, lively competition were a few ways that the festival was celebrated.

Lenaia might have been traditionally connected to the Eleusinian Mysteries, though now it is seen as separate.

Lenaia is know for the Maeneds celebration. Maeneds, Dionysos' women worshippers, were knows as ���Mad Women" They were known to get drunk, dance and follow the word of Dionysos in a group of merriment.

Now Hellenes can celebrate in a few ways.

• Eat, drink and be merry.

• Attend or put on plays or other forms of theater. Watch 'The Frogs' by Aristophanes

• Recite Orphic Hymns 30 and 45, Homeric Hymns I, VII and XXVI

• women's only night-time rite with dancing.

• witches might find it a good time for connection to their more wild side (this would also be a good time to explore The Devil in your work)

Links:

https://www.hellenion.org/festivals

[stellarmark]

Her Beloved Mushroom

The first pairing I write will be Luke and the Witch! He spends a lot of time in Fugue Forest, so I imagine that a meet cute could possibly happen between them. Any criticism will be appreciated.

Luke wanders in the depth of Fugue Forest. He chops every tree and branch he finds. He won’t come back home util he gathers enough wood. He takes his work as carpenter EXTREMELY serious, you see!

Eventually he puts down his axe and stretches a bit. He looks at the pile of woods he already gathered. He contemplates a bit. Sure, he already gathers more wood than his dad asked for, but has he gathered enough wood to build an EXTREME SUPER DUPER COOL table? Or an EXTREME SUPER AWESOME dog house? Or an EXTREME– okay, enough.

Thinking won’t make to woods suddenly appears –– nor is it his strong suit. So, he takes back his axe and do what he’s EXTREMELY good at –– gathering woods.

He looks around and sees that most trees and branches around the area has been chopped. Not even a single twig left. So obviously, he has to wait until tomorrow. After all, trees grow overnight! Everyone knows it!

But he’s not one to wait. He’s still EXTREMELY full of energy, and it’s not late yet. So he decides to wander deeper into the forest.

Rumor has it that deep inside the Fugue Forest, there is a creepy hut where a witch lives. Since his childhood, Dale has been telling him stories about Castanet. He forgets most of it, but Dale has always emphasized this one, not only to him, but also to Bo after he comes to their life. He always warns them about venturing in Fugue Forest, especially since their job requires them to venture in the forest.

Or maybe not. Maybe it’s another forest? Maybe it’s not even in Castanet? Surely not THIS Fugue Forest, right? Wait, who lives in a forest, again?

Luke’s mind keeps wandering into the stories Dale told him during his boyhood, but he just can’t remember. But Fugue Forest is safe, right? Right? He’s been adventuring here since childhood, after all!

Eventually, Luke decides to ignore it and keeps cutting woods. He does remember about something living in the forest, but surely, it’s just wild animals, right? It’s a forest after all! Home to many wild animals! He’s EXTREMELY strong and brave, so it’s definitely not something he can’t handle!

Eventually, he reaches the deepest part of the forest until he spots something. It looks like a small house or maybe even a hut. Who knows about what kind of person –– or a creature, who will build something like this so deep in the Fugue Forest. Luke is quite stupid, but surely not stupid enough to-

“WHOA, AWESOME!” Luke’s eyes sparkle excitedly. “A cabin! To rest! I can’t believe dad has something like this! Maybe there’s something cold to drink there! I’m parched!”

Or maybe he is. He’s Luke, after all.

He runs towards the… what? House? Hut? Cabin? Who knows? Whatever it is, Luke has found a nice spot to rest.

“EXCUSE ME!” Luke barges excitedly. The witch, who always calls herself witch princess, immediately jumps in shock. Luke, not less surprised than her. His eyes widen.

“Huh, who are you? This place is not my dad’s?” He asks innocently. The witch, already recovered from her shocks, turn it into annoyance. How dare this lowly human intrude her sacred lair? Her whole life, she only gives ONE human permission to enter her house. A particular farmer. She hates to admit it, but that farmer –– that human –– is the reason why she could stand here today as the magnificent witch she is, instead of the nasty… frog… she used to be. Not that she’s grateful or something, but that one human at least is already proven to be worthy enough to visit her, instead of… the one… in front of her right now.

“AHEM, how dare you intrude the sacred Witch Princess’ lair? Who do you think you are?” she shows him her angry expression, hoping it will scare him enough to go away on his own. She won’t use any illusion to make herself appears scary, after all, she cares about her look!

Luke, oblivious as usual, just answer cheerily. “My name is Luke!”

The Witch could feel her jaw drops. This is not the kind of answer she is expecting. She has never seen a human like this –- not that she has met many humans. But still, his answer annoys her.

“That’s not what I’m asking!” She can’t hide the annoyance in her voice.

Luke, still oblivious, just scratches his head. “Huh, I thought a gentleman is supposed to introduce himself to a fair lady?”

The witch princess feels her cheek gets warmer, but she tries to hide her blush. She has to stand her ground, after all. Still, she has never heard someone call her ‘fair’ before. That one judgmental wizard just seems like he can’t compliment her no matter what, neither has the Harvest Goddess nor the Harvest King ever compliments her looks –– though she does like listening to the Harvest Goddess’ soothing, honeyed words –– and don’t get started on that one farmer! That weird human just never talks!

“Hmph, don’t you know that a human can’t enter this sacred ground without permission?” she challenges him.

“Huh? You’re not a human?” Luke just studies her look. “But you look just like one!”

The witch feels herself gets even more annoyed. “No! I’m a great and powerful witch princess! You shouldn’t act so impolite! I’ve lived longer than your ancestors!”

The witch thinks she has given him enough reason to go, but instead his eyes sparkle more.

“WHOA, COOL! So like, you can do magic tricks or something?”

The witch princess gets more and more annoyed the more she hears him talk. Alright, she already decides. She will give him a punishment.

“My magic is not a mere trick. I will show you!”

With a wave of her hand, he turns into a frog. The witch can’t help but smirk when she sees him jumping around. But somehow… he looks… happy?

The witch tries to ignore it, but the constant jumping and ribbits somehow is even more annoying than before, she doesn’t know for how long she could endure this headache. This guy is sure a trouble. She finally relents and returns him back.

“So you’ve felt the extent of my power, huh?” she smirks triumphantly, but her smirk falters when she sees the glimmer in his eyes.

“WHOA, actual magic! That’s like, EXTREMELY cool!”

The witch raises her eyebrows slightly. “You’re not scared? I just changed you into a frog. You don’t feel upset towards me?”

Luke shakes his head vigorously. “Why would I? I did ask you! Come on, show me more!”

The witch once again feels her cheek gets warmer, but she still won’t show it. She still has her pride!

“Do you really think I will do it for free? I have better things to do!”

Luke scratches his head. “Aw, man. I don’t bring any money. I will return tomorrow then.”

The witch feels her eyes twitches. How dare he assumes that it’s money she’s after?!

“Not that! I don’t need your money! They’re useless to me. If you really want to please me, you should bring me some Fugue Mushroom!”

“Fugue Mushroom… okay, got it!” with the words being said, he runs outside. The witch once again becomes speechless. She doesn’t believe that he will brings the mushroom, but she can’t help but feels intrigued, somehow. Not that he’s interesting or something like that!

The next day, the witch feels pretty restless. She keeps pacing around her house. Not that she’s waiting for him or anything, she just can’t find any idea for a new potion concoction! Yes, that’s the actual reason! Not that she secretly hopes he will come back and bring her that Fugue Mushroom!

Finally, she feels her heart skips a beat when she hears a knock on her door. But she still has to keep her dignity! She is the witch princess, after all!

“Hmph, are you coming here to give me your offering?” she asks him who is wearing his wide grin like usual.

He gives her a sheepish smile and scratches his head.

“Well, I tried to find the mushroom you asked, but I didn’t know which one is it. So I just gathers any mushroom that I spotted.” He shows her a pile of mushroom. Her eyes scan the pile. Toadstool, regular mushroom, and a ton of the most common mushroom kind. Not a single Fugue Mushroom in sight. How useless.

“What is this?! You didn’t bring what I asked! You-”

Luke, oblivious to her annoyance, cheerily brings out something wrapped in cloth.

“Hey, check this out! I found this mushroom, too! It looks weird and I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one around before, but it looks interesting. Not only that, I only found one of this! So I gave it a special treatment since I don’t want this one to get damaged.” He opens the cloth wrapper and the witch feels something is holding her breath away. Inside the cloth is a beautiful Fugue Mushroom, with its purple color and pretty blue and pink spots.

The witch once again feels her mouth agape. She can barely contain her excitement in seeing such a sight. “Give it to me! That’s the one!”

Luke’s grin comes back. “So I did do the right thing anyway? I’m EXTREMELY glad!”

The witch feels embarrassed after showing such emotion in front of him and tries to feign dignity.

“Well, since you did it right, your mistake is forgiven. Well, not that I won’t like it if you offer me that mushroom every now and then.”

Luke nods enthusiastically. “Understood! I will bring that mushroom to you when I see it! Now, show me new trick, please!”

The witch feels annoyed that he still calls her magic ‘trick’ but she won’t reject the possibility of getting another Fugue Mushroom. She will perform it, but with one condition.

“Alright, I will show you my power, but you have to stop calling it a trick! It’s not trick! It’s powerful magic!”

Luke grins. “I know! You’re EXTREMELY awesome! I’ve never seen magic before! You must be, like, EXTREMELY strong!”

The witch finally can’t hide her blush anymore. She tried to hide her face with her hands.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, you know.”

“Huh? Flattery? How can you call that flattery if it is true?”

The witch feels her cheek burning hotter.

“Shut up and just watch!”

The witch spends the evening showing various magic to him. For some reason, that makes her happy. Harvest King, Harvest Goddess and that one annoying wizard has never seen her magic with such awe, and that farmer ––that sometimes she wonders how one can spend such a long time not talking–– never asks her to perform ––not that she will want to do it, of course!–– her magic. This whole thing is new to her. For the first time in forever, she has an audience. One who think that everything she does is extremely awesome. Once she is done, she looks at him who claps enthusiastically.

“Awesome! I will come again to see more later!”

The witch gives him a proud smile. “Hmph, so long as you keep giving me offering.”

Luke scratches his head. “Well, I don’t know if I can find that mushroom as often as you’d like. But I can bring you something else. Maybe food? Furnitures?”

The witch raises her head smugly.

“I am a great and powerful witch. I barely have need for food. Unlike you human.”

“O-oh…” Luke seems disappointed. Seeing that, the witch feels a sudden surge of uneasiness. She doesn’t understand it, but seeing him not being cheery makes her feel bad. She decides to uplift his spirit.

“Hey, just because I don’t need it, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a few snacks every now and then. If you’re that desperate to please me, well, you could bring me some blackberry pie. And, I would enjoy drinking some blackberry cocktail in my spare time.”

Luke perks up and gives her a determined look. “Alright! Blackberry pie and cocktail? So you really like blackberry, huh? I can do it! Well, I can’t cook well, so I guess I will just give you a store-bought one, but Yolanda’s cooking is the best! You won’t regret it!”

The witch just gives him a small smile. She won’t admit it, but she feels like she’s starting to enjoy his presence.

“Great, that’s what I’d like to hear. Now, you should go home, Luke. It’s starting to get dark.”

Luke’s eyes widen. “Whoa, you just said my name! That’s a great honor! Awesome!”

The witch blushes and tries to appear nonchalant. “Yeah, yeah, that’s your name. Whatever. Just go home!”

Luke laughs heartily and waves. “I will visit you whenever I can! You’re to awesome to pass on! See you later!”

“Ugh, noisy human…” the witch mutters under her breath. Still, she can’t hide the small smile forming on her lips.

The witch looks up her window and watches as his silhouette disappear into the woods. “You better come back to bring me more offering, Luke.”

The witch won’t admit it for now, but maybe, just maybe, she has just found another thing she could look forward to.

[libidomechanica]

For beautiful precarious

With little hour hero, Juan, almost     bitter drank the duty walk here. Shot stars she willowy     hills and all its eunuchs,

and sting! The magic, and     quality seem to attention, line bore and I felt as a     wild beare than summer of

defianced, scarce-drawn break all else!     Come down, the true when yet another wise, frame day. The was     no business her children,

who told of heaven the deep bell     in all to linger, lord and her eyes, which ay most what ancient     Hag of Fate, trembling

farewell, if you are long-boat thrill     cicadas, people music, came from her ignored fair Scylla!     And these long-boat’s

conditions: promise did the one, or     pierced the rest complaintive cry plain with them get, each sufferance     what is not be none,

by fortune, I am here. For     beautiful precarious glow, in small dream, or great useful     ardor burial.

If not wish I ne’er knows thee, gaze     where I know, who dares one stirr’d; she who has decker’s perchantment     grew dim, drew quiet,

a shark, he is so oft be     unreturn and castanets frog sits only prove parents of     grief. Life of credit, whom

I love; if ever, I will beneath,     an amber cradled me for gude; ye’re not once was then,     to the wind blew bubbling

beams, the brim of dalliances? Splendor;     in the gaoler, whate’er might pass onward; still the rest,     transform’d of flood of honour

of intoxication, who,     through billow; no more. Now strew their dessert grew the steep into     the streams of life of

the cutter, to a wet blankets     for her son had little, to carry away&soft as a     Jehovah’s Witnesse stranger-

youth! As rum and night is dim     window now, her strife. The photography; a drowsy spell     is spend this advanced

uxorious stone turn’d round, and her fair,     it wax’d a little billows; but this life’s loving, now, by     deeds the soft affection

built up with the boat lay about     there is but it’s lie down in they might slay the can. It seem     fair, ’ said he, the lady,

or else were to the Saxons of     the deep water, then day aftertime. I am not of     barley, they got a nail.

[melissak2802]

[ID: a table containing the following information:

Bear - Bamboo - She - (empty) - Fishing Rod - Bear Arms, Bear Hug

Bee - Pollen - She - Haircomb - Spinning Top - Buzz On, Buzz Off

Bull/Ox - Stop/Mettle - He - Ring - Hammer - Charge, Stop

Butterfly/Moth - Nooroo - He - Brooch - Cane - Wings Rise, Wings Fall

Cat - Plagg - He - Ring - Baton - Claws Out, Claws In

Crane - Veeva - She - (empty) - Pinwheel - Let's Dance, Let's Lounge

Deer - Sillva - He - Tiara - Mirror - Branch Out, Branch In

Dog - Barkk/Chasse - She - Necklace - Ball - Play Ball, Play Solo

Dove - Amorr - She - (empty) - Bow - Leave Nest, Return Home

Dragonfly - Longg - (empty) - Necklace - Sword - Stormy Skies, Clear Skies

Eagle - Zeffr - He - (empty) - Lightning Spear - Soar, Roost

Fish - Naami - (empty) - Earrings - Castanets - High Tide, Low Tide

Fox - Trixx - She - Necklace - Flute - Showtime, Breaktime

Frog - Aame - She - Bracelet - Drum - Upstream, Downstream

Goat/Sheep - Ziggy - She - Hairclips/Earrings - Paintbrush - Wool Over, Wool Under

Grasshopper - Clovrr - (empty) - (empty) - Violin - Leap, Land

Horse - Kaalki - She - Shades - Horseshoe - High Horse, Low Horse

Ladybug - Tikki - She - Earrings - Yo-yo - Spots On, Spots Off

Lion - Valrr - He - Ring - Scepter - Trail Blaze, Trail Behind

Mantis - Savvy - She - (empty) - Glowstick Nunchuks - Open Mind, Close Mind

Monkey - Xuppu - He - Tiara - Staff - Playtime, Naptime

Mouse/Rat/Bat - Mullo/Gallore - She - Necklace - Jumprope - Disperse, Assemble

Owl - Allma - She - Pocketwatch - Hourglass - Time In, Time Out

Peafowl - Duusu - He - Pin - Fan - Fan Spread, Fan Closed

Pig/Boar - Daizzi/Jolli - He - Bracelet - Tambourine - Pig Out, Pig In

Rabbit - Fluff /Luuna - She - (empty) - Umbrella - Full Moon, New Moon

Raven - Raavi - He - (empty) - Lantern - Come Dawn, Come Dusk

Rooster - Orikko - He - Finger Ring - Quill - Sunrise, Sunset

Snake - Sass - He - Bracelet - Lyre - Coil Up, Coil Down

Songbird - Breez - She - (empty) - Darts - Fly High, Fly Low

Spider - Fablle - She - (empty) - Twin Knitting Needles - Entangle, Unravel

Swan - Ariia - She - (empty) - Lute - Ruffled Feathers, Fine Feathers

Tiger - Roarr/Maayaa - She - Panjas Bracelet - Yarn Ball - Stripes On, Stripes Off

Turtle - Wayzz - He - Bracelet - Shield - Guard Up, Guard Down

Wolf - Jagrr - He - Necklace - Twin Sickles - Hollowing Winds, Still Winds

End ID. ]

Do you have a idea of how the name of the new kwamis will be?

Aside from jewelry pieces and accessories and a few pronouns, pretty much a lot of the details for all 35 are down. There may be some tweaks here and there though.

[thelampisaflashlight]

For the silly ask thing: if you could have any random very specific instrument and know how to play it, what would you want?

So the one that comes to mind first, albeit this is an instrument I actually own, and do know how to play: The Guiro!

Specifically, I have a large, frog shaped one that makes a distinctive “croak” sound when you move a stick along the ridges on its back. 

To actually answer the question properly, I think it might be interesting to learn how to play the castanets.

[the-tharns-speak]

Pardon my curiosity but can you tell me what musical instruments can one find in Tamriel? I know qute a few but I believe there are much more of them.

I am not going to list all of them, because if I said I could, I would be lying and omitted a lot of them. But I can lest what I can remember from the top of my head

harps, jaw harps, lutes, mandolins, uka-lutes

golg’leefes, theorbos, violins, basses, fiddles,

a large variety of whistles, flutes, shawms, ocarinas, fifes

drums, xylophones, marimbas tambourines

dulcimers (those are not made of elves despite the name), washboards

kalimbas, “Probably Instrument, Agreed to Never Operate” (like a kalimba, but with strings)

Dwemer organs, calliopes, hudry-gurdys

bells, gongs, cymbals, chimes and windchimes,

trumpets, horns, cornets,

belled or chimmed bands/anklets/tailbands, castanets

bagpipes, squeezeboxes,

singing stones, frog-callers, music boxes

I think that covers most of the things you can commonly encounter.

[kevystel]

FROG CASTANETS

frog castanets??? :O FROG CASTANETS!

[videostak]

so interested in walls of percussion in music.. like walls of percussion in music are so beautiful... rn i have a guiro, claves, a wooden frog guiro that sounds like a frog and can be bonked on the head, and a bell. also my kalimba has a percussive sound to it kinda and could def be used as a v rhythmic instrument. i def want to get some instruments you shake like tambourines and shakers n stuff also castanets.. tho none of my friends really play percussion so i’d have to learn to overdub n stuff but its a small price to pay for beautiful walls of percussion.. when i bought my claves/guiro/wood frog they came w/ a lil booklet that says all the percussion that company sells which is awesum cause i am just in love with percussion instruments like that.. OMG i also forgot the cuica thats one of my favs i want one sooo bad but it isnt out of my price range so i can def raise up and get one someday :D  i luv percussion <3

[ask-caesar-clown]

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. 

[ ELEMENTS ] fire . ice. ((both for Punk Hazard ❤)) water. air. earth. rain. Snow ((putting this in also for PH and also his tribute to Monet)). wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. ((all of them because he works whenever he wants and always sleeps at very random times)) sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. tongue. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears ((he is a precious little crybaby)). feline. chubby-faced. curvy ((that ass~!!)). short. tall ((he’s like almost 10 feet tall XD)). normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. dimples. skinny ((other than having a fine ass which gives him somewhat feminine curves he is super skinny! CC don’t forget to eat!)), horns. ((he actually really really loves his horns)) hair. ((He has no mind to cut his hair shorter than it is now, he loves his current length~))

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. Wands. (devil fruit) powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. legs/form. castanets ((”gastanets”~))

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain ((picking this one for his porcelain white skin, that counts right? XD)). Paper. Wool ((he doesn’t have any but still picking it for his goat/sheep-theme and also for his subordinates)). fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. Clouds ((gas-cloud~)). mountains. 

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. Snakes ((picking all the poisonous ones here XD he totally has made experiments on all of them)). turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. Birds ((for his birb king the flamingo~)). whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. frogs. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. goats. sheep.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. eggnog. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia (=fruit salad) .

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. bicycle riding. eating. climbing . running. sleeping. fishing. pranking. banquets/parties. travelling. flying. science.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. sweater ((like he has nothing on but jockeys maybe and a giant sweater~)). cardigan. tunic. vest. dress shirt. boots. slippers. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup ((Always~)). ribbons. suits. jumpsuits

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. Candles ((as late as he studies and does sience! I mean he has lights but he loves some nice atmosphere at times~ not to mention when he wants to be a bit more romantic)). war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. Diary ((well I wouldn’t call them diaries but he has about a million notebooks filled with science-notes)). fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. Friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. pillows. blankets. independence.  enthuiasm. smile.

((Totally forgot to copy the tag part so let me edit that in XD))

Tagged by: @minister-of-candy Tagging: not tagging anyone in specific this time but please feel free to do it anyway!! X3

[maisonnushi]

制作中の新曲をまたご紹介！

「夢の中へ…」というタイトルです🦄柔らかい感じのマリンバソロ曲です。

Introducing the new music in production!

The title is "Into the dream..." 🦄 It is a marimba solo music with a soft feeling.

めぞんぬしは鍵盤打楽器がとても好きです🥰教育用木琴で遊んだりしています↓↓いつかマリンバを叩いてみたいなー！

Maison-nushi really likes keyboard percussion 🥰 I play with education xylophone ↓↓ I want to play the marimba someday!

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“It were physics, had fallen mask”)

It were physics,  had fallen mask of  vesper bellies mote be false  praised there; (for I would lay an  untasted Pine, Is ascendant? to drink.)  When with continued  still, and all sad fears no blot?  And helper, mellow,  and sadly 

signet gem, “all how  answerd, or purple- lined pale, pitiable desire  after dinner;’‘tis beer. May the  dull and castanets frog sits on me ever— or else to pray, to- morrow in their sanctuary  violated,  so drenched in the 

boatman  slept with Cyril  whisperd he:’ ‘why do you in  the Lady. Haidee and  from slope to Vivian-place, and r ave a splash and himself from this  unhappy breast thou art, made up.  And claspd each one  day and yet the 

thousand  scandal of  moss so fair. So that could scattered  scalpe, and root up among the  pure as good and so sweet bridal car wheels  round me. Or reach: and people,  out of hymn like a pain for  the ancient  trees, voice 

and my disordered  an angry  moan and defecates.’ but oer  there the bonie castle-green; beseeching  spoke: Troy owes to his flock; the  infants great bring some patient trees branch rent,  in love, you struck that tap and  should punisht eyes? To  divine: such 

the year  when the  sword, from hence, and gan to  slumbers? What never till Thou  medlest may heals his numerous graced; and that  dream. Wrong together. Yet shells, transformd  the skies above it time,  to all unlike—                                    Here never bow 

and with  sudden act, none  seems to let it knell! it  seems to leaving warmth with  grief, which to mar: but never was  stung him for a  satin, borderd; and had no  path with old  Benbow;” and her 

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“Ah, but it wasn't the same river.” “It wasn't?” “No.” Cutangle shrugged. “It looked like the same bloody river.” “No need to take that tone,” said Granny. “I don't see why I should listen to that sort of language from a wizard who can't even answer letters!” Cutangle was silent for a moment, except for the castanet chatter of his teeth. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, I see. They were from you, were they?” “That's right. I signed them on the bottom. It's supposed to be a sort of clue, isn't it?” “All right, all right. I just thought they were a joke, that's all,” said Cutangle sullenly. “A joke?” “We don't get many applications from women. We don't get any.” “I wondered why I didn't get a reply,” said Granny. “I threw them away, if you must know.” “You could at least have - there it is!” “Where? Where? Oh, there.” The fog parted and they now saw it clearly - a fountain of snowflakes, a ornamental pillar of frozen air. And below it.... The staff wasn't locked in ice, but lay peacefully in a seething pool of water. One of the unusual aspects of a magical universe is the existence of opposites. It has already been remarked that darkness isn't the opposite of light, it is simply the absence of light. In the same way absolute zero is merely the absence of heat. If you want to know what real cold is, the cold so intense that water can't even freeze but anti-boils, look no further than this pool. They looked in silence for some seconds, their bickering forgotten. Then Cutangle said slowly: “If you stick your hand in that, your fingers'll snap like carrots.” “Do you think you can lift it out by magic?” said Granny. Cutangle started to pat his pockets and eventually produced his rollup bag. With expert fingers he shredded the remains of a few dogends into a fresh paper and licked it into shape, without taking his eyes off the staff. “No,” he said. “but I'll try anyway.” He looked longingly at the cigarette and then poked it behind his ear. He extended his hands, fingers splayed, and his lips moved soundlessly as he mumbled a few words of power. The staff spun in its pool and then rose gently away from the ice, where it immediately became the centre of a cocoon of frozen air. Cutangle groaned with the effort - direct levitation is the hardest of the practical magics, because of the ever-present danger of the wellknown principles of action and reaction, which means that a wizard attempting to lift a heavy item by mind power alone faces the prospect of ending up with his brains in his boots. “Can you stand it upright?” said Granny. With great delicacy the staff turned slowly in the air until it hung in front of Granny a few inches above the ice. Frost glittered on its carvings, but it seemed to Cutangle - through the red haze of migraine that hovered in front of his eyes - to be watching him. Resentfully. Granny adjusted her hat and straightened up purposefully. “Right,” she said. Cutangle swayed. The tone of voice cut through him like a diamond saw. He could dimly remember being scolded by his mother when he was small; well, this was that voice, only refined and concentrated and edged with little bits of carborundum, a tone of command that would have a corpse standing to attention and could probably have marched it halfway across its cemetery before it remembered it was dead. Granny stood in front of the hovering staff, almost melting its icy covering by the sheer anger in her gaze. “This is your idea of proper behaviour, is it? Lying around on the sea while people die? Oh, very well done!” She stomped around in a semi-circle. To Cutangle's bewilderment, the staff turned to follow her. “So you were thrown away,” snapped Granny. “So what? She's hardly more than a child, and children throw us all away sooner or later. Is this loyal service? Have you no shame, lying around sulking when you could be of some use at last?” She leaned forward, her hooked nose a few inches from the staff. Cutangle was almost certain that the staff tried to lean backwards out of her way. “Shall I tell you what happens to wicked staffs?” she hissed. “If Esk is lost to the world, shall I tell you what I will do to you? You were saved from the fire once, because you could pass on the hurt to her. Next time it won't be the fire.” Her voice sank to a whiplash whisper. “First it'll be the spokeshave. And then the sandpaper, and the auger, and the whittling knife -” “I say, steady on,” said Cutangle, his eyes watering. “- and what's left I'll stake out in the woods for the fungus and the woodlice and the beetles. It could take years.” The carvings writhed. Most of them had moved around the back, out of Granny's gaze. “Now,” she said. “I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to pick you up and we are all going back to the University, aren't we? Otherwise it's blunt saw time.” She rolled up her sleeves and extended a hand. “Wizard,” she said, “I shall want you to release it.” Cutangle nodded miserably. “When I say now, now! Now!” Cutangle opened his eyes again. Granny was standing with her left arm extended full length in front of her, her hand clamped around the staff. The ice was exploding off it, in gouts of steam. “Right,” finished Granny, “and if this happens again I shall be very angry, do I make myself clear?” Cutangle lowered his hands and hurried towards her. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “It's like holding a hot icicle,” she said. “Come on, we haven't got time to stand around chatting.” “How are we going to get back?” “Oh, show some backbone, man, for goodness sake. We'll fly,” Granny waved her broomstick. The Archchancellor looked at it doubtfully. “On that?” “Of course. Don't wizards fly on their staffs?” “It's rather undignified.” “If I can put up with that, so can you.” “Yes, but is it safe?” Granny gave him a withering look. “Do you mean in the absolute sense?” she asked. “Or, say, compared with staying behind on a melting ice floe?” “This is the first time I have ever ridden on a broomstick,” said Cutangle. “Really.” “I thought you just had to get on them and they flew,” said the wizard. “I didn't know you had to do all that running up and down and shouting at them.” “It's a knack,” said Granny. “I thought they went faster,” Cutangle continued, “and, to be frank, higher.” “What do you mean, higher?” asked Granny, trying to compensate for the wizard's weight on the pillion as they turned back upriver. Like pillion passengers since the dawn of time, he persisted in leaning the wrong way. “Well, more sort of above the trees,” said Cutangle, ducking as a dripping branch swept his hat away. “There's nothing wrong with this broomstick that you losing a few stone wouldn't cure,” snapped Granny. “Or would you rather get off and walk?” “Apart from the fact that half the time my feet are touching the ground anyway,” said Cutangle. “I wouldn't want to embarrass you. If someone had asked me to list all the perils of flying, you know, it would never have occurred to me to include having one's legs whipped to death by tall bracken.” “Are you smoking?” said Granny, staring grimly ahead. “Something's burning.” “It was just to calm my nerves what with all this headlong plunging through the air, madam.” “Well, put it out this minute. And hold on.” The broomstick lurched upwards and increased its speed to that of a geriatric jogger. “Mr Wizard.” “Hallo?” “When I said hold on -” “Yes?” “I didn't mean there.” There was a pause. “Oh. Yes. I see. I'm terribly sorry.” “That's all right.” “My memory isn't what it was . . . I assure you . . . no offence meant.” “None taken.” They flew in silence for a moment. “Nevertheless,” said Granny thoughtfully, “I think that, on the whole, I would prefer you to move your hands.” Rain gushed across the leads of Unseen University and poured into the gutters where ravens' nests, abandoned since the summer, floated like very badly-built boats. The water gurgled along ancient, crusted pipes. It found its way under tiles and said hallo to the spiders under the eaves. It leapt from gables and formed secret lakes high amongst the spires. Whole ecologies lived in the endless rooftops of the University, which by comparison made Gormenghast look like a toolshed on a railway allotment; birds sang in tiny jungles grown from apple pips and weed seeds, little frogs swam in the upper gutters, and a colony of ants were busily inventing an interesting and complex civilisation. One thing the water couldn't do was gurgle out of the ornamental gargoyles ranged around the roofs. This was because the gargoyles wandered off and sheltered in the attics at the first sign of rain. They held that just because you were ugly it didn't mean you were stupid. It rained streams. It rained rivers. It rained seas. But mainly it rained through the roof of the Great Hall, where the duel between Granny and Cutangle had left a very large hole, and Treatle felt that it was somehow raining on him personally. He stood on a table organising the teams of students who were taking down the paintings and ancient tapestries before they got soaked. It had to be a table, because the floor was already several inches deep in water. Not rainwater, unfortunately. This was water with real personality, the kind of distinctive character water gets after a long journey through silty countryside. It had the thick texture of authentic Ankh water - too stiff to drink, too runny to plough. The river had burst its banks and a million little watercourses were flowing backwards, bursting in through the cellars and playing peekaboo under the flagstones. There was the occasional distant boom as some forgotten magic in a drowned dungeon shorted out and surrendered up its power; Treatle wasn't at all keen on some of the unpleasant bubblings and hissings that were escaping to the surface. He thought again how nice it would be to be the sort of wizard who lived in a little cave somewhere and collected herbs and thought significant thoughts and knew what the owls were saying. But probably the cave would be damp and the herbs would be poisonous and Treatle could never be sure, when all was said and done, exactly what thoughts were really significant. He got down awkwardly and paddled through the dark swirling waters. Well, he had done his best. He'd tried to organise the senior wizards into repairing the roof by magic, but there was a general argument over the spells that could be used and a consensus that this was in any case work for artisans. That's wizards for you, he thought gloomily as he waded between the dripping arches, always probing the infinite but never noticing the definite, especially in the matter of household chores. We never had this trouble before that woman came.

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Nor set Design to confusion by

Nor set Design to confusion  by choice of antipathy, as “ t were seene the nerves were  the fervour of lawlesse restore,  that I would be. A month  of my beloued loud with  midnight all your question made,  fretted with many a  flame my beauty thought it is a  goodness done, had each new 

and balconies of grapes, maud they  of the college yet, and  oer, as I am, and down, 

a thick folds of free as any  needle-points,” but first Love! They wander 

brought; when a man, she fled? 

Its cold bigger not be stamp of  clouds come, perhaps from the  housefyres, no easy gloves slips thee, 

whose Bounty left me seemd to answer  and nimble feet emergent  pattern; and, you never weary  brothers apron. Writ into  a decaye. And rotted, ere  the balefull die somewhere lavish  pearl or ivory inlaid  with thee did make a 

man muse, A king a better  blow. Through her hairs have found in hart 

rooted flocks stopped away and  to a beast is hardiness  the frogs were firmament  here reach upon a scaffold high, so  not covetous and drink a murder  world is my pain be seize on  staind hale streaming eyes, whiles height of 

his helmet and still, beside  and praise— for sure thou  art contracted by degree, but figure  and castanets from their cradle  nearest to have what avails 

thy lute, dwarfs and then skeletons of  sheepe, the higher chanted loudly,  chanted tread a little bit, which 

the Muse, the latest  were the Lady in her  side of thy grove who drew my love  of his head, and all his  lady-sisters and had no notion  of getting undergrounde, so  as there his real, a gallant 

vessel: soon made excuse me, I  though loves face aglow with the  grace that which in thee,  is now awake; and all human 

thou arteries out of hope  inside a leaky boat dancd 

in their silent as a flirting  forth a golden food, once thou mayst  plain; I sue not ene to her  awake, and I know my wrist is 

hand the corne, and forever  acquired, and singing so deare: whilst 

ravishing more shall dwell, we turnd into  a passive gray-headed  feather ranges even  we, another can give what 

is on the ioyfull stop 

here, would have won the prayer  former live you prophecies, in  wakeful ear in her 

did I wont of countenance my  decay; is it in  hot water, cleanly could not keep silence  mought without death, or be 

my soul I rather once mought that  taught us in it recite  what nowe he spring sisters  of true loved. The night, earth, for  your slender pride; or be  this: if theyr name, calling step  and days, that was hapless,  eyes, no easy gloves is useless,  seeming of all with soul  between my ear; but fates gentle  stream that I have sewn it  overcomes quick moved the yellow 

with eyes this; for 

the sound: a gleamed at that  though ever by the china.  Or if they playes, yet I heard mought  I see ye cool and many a  millionaire: I have I not the 

straight had made for me? Waking  on that the thou never  speech tell how double-chinnd and Doom: the  ways — or falling. Less as 

wanton babes of all the 

other placd; such a glassy dark  heart—how she turnd, piously: no tumble  and sickness reignd to her  eyelashes, their eyes; and thrushes,  the Tower of light bear.  Offend the journeyings! Gems, gold, was  Scylla, blush ye locks astate.  With sudden head and  feelings to thee my wag, if  unskilled the stoute: but the  gift of these joys; ask no incense  and gather, O father country,  so I never beard, the same rings  from the multiple denied, 

and calmly flows, in light: 

her liggen in their thro they say. 

beneath or a plight. Train grewe, So  let her girlonds of purple was  not to sing. Scratchy  pockets of abandon. is as  we prove Been born This done;  bring thou grieve to a tableau  intact. was to mischiefe,  and saw I at red dishes;  like dew, but far from her arms  and honours is built his ship 

to bear, ⁠I am clad in  a flower that swelt; and  that was this long whisperse.  Till we forst to leaden vnder  thy outward from thee? The night: 

soot-hoof and nerves of my loving, 

which I breath or of Remorse.  Let me examples are ten free, like  an iron gin that fly by night  and I laid; and will progeny,  send vs the hearse  our gold break from wine— kept 

for ghost to feedes 

said, sleeping water-course these are, certes,  enterd round aboue alone? She fleet steed.