#ganling

[basslinegrave]

8.4.23 🍃🌿

[345rusl]

Can't wait for every TADC artist to redraw this frame

[thecomicallytragicgangle]

glmangle plsea hel p me e the

O NOH wut was tht okay guys I HEPL P mM e

hi ganle

a..are uh..

..are you okay?..

you don't seem to be okay..

[the-murphy-peter]

Divk litewally hats ke! he wont piy me! Or my Batbies! it is so spad 🫃 gat is a bod offar, my fyiend, but i am saef and soond in Bandys aswolls as of yite know…..but ganl yop for the ufer!

Jartyy Powmand

Okay babes slow down a little when you’re writing, there’s a few words that are… verging on being rude or disgusting. Spad? Let’s not swap the d for a z, okay? And aswolls???? You can figure that out babes.

[valentinescorpion]

Brutality and Ballgowns

Chapter 1: Tea Party

The teacup was dry and empty, only tarnished with the stain of a long forgotten red lip and the leftover muck of the leaves lingering in the bottom still a bit soggy. Any passerby would find this the most uninteresting part of the abandoned estate still filled with the treasured hoarded for decades, and yet the stillness of the tea party and the lack of disturbance served as a ghost of those very suddenly departed.

The land itself was left barren and burnt. The grass unnaturaling molten and brown tarnished with soot. With every step that Arnold took little clouds of dirt and dust would linger on his worn leather boots. As he walked through the halls he felt chilled by the accumulation of dust that lingered everywhere like a fresh coat of snow; against the normally flawless floors, the diminished and torn walls, and the ruined family portraits of immeasurable value. The true haunt and terror however was the silence. A type of bone chilling silence only brought by disease, death, and war. The emptiness found in every room, every crack, and every hall.

Arnold is a very scruffy looking middle aged man with a strong build. He stout yet ganling as if he suddenly grew overnight. He lived life like a bull in a china shop, seemingly too big for the estate and for most normal tasks. Despite his recurring clumsiness he was summoned for his duty and sentenced to serve the imperial ministry, almost escaping by a year. And thus overnight he was forced to pack all of his measly and few belongings and stumble out of the estate.

He liked to believe his departure was a sad affair full of tears and hugs as he was surely to be missed by most. His duke he served was sure to miss him as were his children, he dutifully served them and cared for their livestock and horses for decades. But after his departure in the night, in the following morning most woke up and proceeded within the day without a single difference besides an extra leftover portion of porridge at meal times and a left over hand to care for the horses.

Those two years were full of nothing, but very mean remarks and exhausting days for Arnold. During his first few days of training he found that he was the oldest of all the drafts and the most prone to accidents. By day three, he turned in his dull and borrowed sword for a tablet where he was assigned for mail and tax collections. He became quite good at this, as he was sent quite far out among rural parts of the kingdom with nothing but farms and cattle. Knocking on doors, getting yelled at through said doors, then when the doors opened to burly men ready to fight, they always found themselves far outmatched by Arnolds towering build holding his tiny little notebook. He worked from sunset to sunrise to go home to a cold shower in whatever dingy inn he was staying in to sleep in a tiny shared room.

So the day he was finally dismissed he practically ran back to the manor in the south prepared for a lovely welcome and a slightly larger bed. But instead he found burned crops, dead cattle, and empty everything.

As he stalked throughout the main manor he became more and more distraught, unable to find a single inhabitant, not even a rat. All the food left to rot, beds left neatly tucked covered in a blanket of dust, and all the clothing in the ladies room left neatly hung just as.

His heavy footsteps stopped right before the master’s suite. A room he has never been in and never wanted to. The room where people only close to the duke entered and men like him left either decapitated or fired. The feeling of dread and fear sat heavy in his gut, as he shakenly extended his hands and felt them grasp onto the metal door knockers. He lifted and knocked them all of three times and waited a very suspenseful ten seconds before opening the heavy metal ornate doors to a long carpeted hallway. The hallway sat as dark and dingy as the rest of the house. Arnold continued to push past his anxiety and fear whether that be because of curiosity or fear to venture down the hallway.

The sound of his cough echoed off the empty walls caused by the amount of debris in the air which only caused more dirt and soot to float around. He felt chilled by the slightly ajar doors. He passed by all the rooms dark and very eerily empty. He stopped once he hit the last door in the hallway, the largest of them all. This particular door was embellished in gold detailing and the door knobs large rubies in the shape of a lion. Slightly the edges of the door on both the left and right side stood little wear in the stone. A sign of friction and wear over time of wear the knights would stand guard of the duke’s family. No longer feeling the need to knock, Arnold’s large hands grasped the door knob feeling the cold stone in his hand before pulling the door open.

He felt all the saliva leave his mouth and all the terror leave him. He only felt a chilling emptiness. There sat the duke. At his desk in the back center of the room. Arnold approached closing the distance before the terror came back catching him like a wrecked ship in a wave. The duke was dead. Yet preserved. He looked like a wax figurine of himself, but so dead and translucent you could see all the bones in his body. His clothing is still perfectly captured and a pen in hand. All the items at his desk were impeccable as if not touched by the hands of time.

Not bothering to turn his entire body he slightly looked to the table he passed by in his rush of entering. There sat the duchess and their two daughters. All sat at the table as dead and lifeless as the duke. But what he found when he walked over made him stumble back and not bother any longer to preserve the integrity of the castle. Rather in haste he grabbed a book off of one of the many bookshelves lining the wall, broke one of the stained glass windows, and jumped out hurriedly making his mad escape into the forest that surrounded the manor. The duchesses tea cup sat empty and seemingly dry, yet if you were to take the cup and tip it upside down none the tea leaves would fall. They remained soaked and touched the cup in the ugly shape of a crow. But both of the daughters’ cups sat full of fresh tea.

[ardourie]

ganl nas

san lang

[byebyedonewitheverythingbye]

oh nO THERE ARE PICS OF LING TONG & GAN NING ALREADY TOO

what the fuck why is everything trying so hard to kill me of hype plz I can’t take it no more plz no more game trailers or previews or OPM streaming I need a rest

[anonynaomi]

OH MY GOD GUYS SHOULD I GIF THE SHIRBERT STORY

LEMME KNOW IF THATS SOMETHING YALL WILL FOLLOW

I WILL POUR MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT

[mariamancini]

“Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”

-Anne of the Island, Chapter XLI

[krismations]

Ganle andi dooble and jubger too,bywhwyiwniwvnwjr yh

teebow

O too fii

THE HECK-

type the first line of the tadc intro with your eyes closed.

I'll go first

gangle and zooble ad kinger too ragatha jax and there's kaufmk wii hii

@theoneandonlysun @theautumnalcat @cittycatplay

[travelless]

Watching the River Flow

[basslinegrave]

i cant stop making these

couple more that have added context which makes them less funny but as i saw those i had to make them too

[shannanigansart]

GANYU X STERLING AKA GANLING / STERLYU

[rara-parirala]

Susubukan ko sagutin yung mga tanong mo

yung mga gawa mo, nalulungkot din ako kapag tinatanong mo

"Kung malungkot ka nga ba talaga?"

Baka pwede malaman yung dahilan ng mga lungkot na yan?

Kapag ba tinanong ko direkta sayo yan sasagot ka?

Masyado kang malalim para buksan yang mga bagay na ganyan

kapag ganling sayo paran may ibang pinaggagalingan ang lungkot na yan

Kagaya nito! masyadong magulo yung mga gusto kong sabihin kasi hindi nakapunto kung anong gusto ibig kahulugan.

Pwedeng makinig ang isang tulad ko sa mga bagay na hindi mo maintindihan na kahit mismo ako hindi ko maintindihan kapag sakaling kinwento mo ang lungkot na nariyan sayo.

Hindi naman humihiling ng kahit anong kapalit, masaya na akong maging tagapakinig at magsilbing tagatulak sa mga nais sabihin na ayaw mailabas ng iyong bibig.

[ayahuascalove]

Y si ganl la tinka y mando a la mrd a mis jefes?

[zirroxas]

Jieqiao Stage 3 - Operational Map Prototype

We return to the world of mapping today to show off what I should have had done on Monday, but came out looking awful so I started over and tried some new techniques.

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because the original map had the scaling completely off by an entire decimal place, and I only noticed when going for round 2.

The purposes of this map in particular, as opposed to the previous or subsequent maps, is to show the operations in the area of the eventual battle before the actual engagement itself, such as local terrain, landmarks, and settlements. This kind of map will hopefully show what the commanders were trying to accomplish in the locality and why they approached the battle in the way they did.

In this particular case, the main features to keep track of are the Qing River, Jieqiao (aka Jie Bridge), and Guangzong County. The area was probably mostly flat farmland with no mentions of meaningful changes in elevation.

The Qing River started up in the mountains west of Ji Province and ran parallel to the Huang River before emptying out into Bohai Bay, making it something of a southwest-northeast highway across the province. It also seemed to be the border between the areas of Ji that Gongsun Zan already had a degree of influence over and the areas that were either loyal to Yuan Shao or not yet decided on their loyalties.

Jieqiao was a major crossing over the Qing River. While other crossings probably existed, it seems that Jieqiao was of particular significance, probably due to size and sturdiness, perhaps being situated on a major road. That would make it ideal for crossing over with a large army. It also lay on the most direct route from Gongsun Zan’s starting location on the Pan River towards Yuan Shao’s new capitol at Ye.

Guangzong County lay almost directly west of Jieqiao, and may have been the hub that serviced the crossing. Gongsun Zan stopped in Guangzong to cement his declaration of war by appointing his own administrators and inspectors. The sources get somewhat confused about the timeline of events during all of this, but Gongsun Zan’s Sanguozhi biography and the annotation to Yuan Shao’s Sanguozhi biography from the Yingxiong Ji seem to be in agreement that Gongsun Zan didn’t start handing out offices until after crossing at Jieqiao. At this point, there was a mass amount of defections across the province to the Gongsun banner, though who exactly defected is left spotty.

The wording of the sources seems to imply that Yuan Shao did not formally begin a counter campaign against Gongsun Zan until after this blatant usurpation of authority. The reason may be due to trying to buy peace until the last minute, but it also may have had to do with the fact that Yuan Shao had just recently usurped power in Ji Province from Han Fu and needed time to consolidate what strength he could muster at Ye. The defections show that Yuan Shao’s influence in the area was anything but stable

Likewise, the fact that Gongsun Zan stopped at Guangzong rather than continuing his march through Yuan territory (which had not yet offered meaningful resistance) may have been to see what would happen after he staked his claim on the province. Leaving his only way back into his territory undefended if the nearby administrators weren’t secure in their loyalty would have been a grave mistake. Indeed, the commandery immediately to his rear, Ganling, failed to turn entirely as Yuan Shao’s officer Zhu Ling managed to recapture one of its cities from the turncoat Ji Yong. While this alone wouldn’t be cause for too much concern, it does show that there were plenty of Yuan partisans in other parts of the province who would be willing to contest his local influence. The stop also may have had to do with the fact that his troops had just marched halfway across a province during winter and needed to rest.

The turn in the year from 191 to 192 brought spring, which brought campaigning season. Yuan Shao advanced up from the southwest, and it seemed that Gongsun Zan had been waiting for him to make a move. It’s stated that the two faced off some 20 li (about 8.2 kilometers) south of Jieqiao specifically, which seems to indicate that they were fighting near the river.

The numbering of Gongsun Zan’s army is fairly clearly stated at 40,000 in the Yingxiong Ji (30,000 infantry and 10,000 cavalry). Yuan Shao’s army has to be inferred though. It is stated that he had “tens of thousands” of infantrymen, but no mention is given of cavalry, so their numbers must not have been very impressive. Since Yuan Shao’s army was just recently mustered and the area he could immediately call upon confined to only one corner of Ji Province, he probably didn’t have quite the numbers that Gongsun Zan had. However, he probably still had a competitive amount, since he was going on the offensive, though he may have also realized that Gongsun Zan’s advantage was going to get bigger the longer he waited (as defectors began to rally to him), and couldn’t afford to waste time. I’ve numbered him at 30,000 here, but I’d wager anywhere between 30,000-40,000 would be a likely scenario.

Well, that’s it for now. Next time, we’ll get into the tactical deployment of the armies themselves and the progression of the main engagement.

As always, feedback, suggestions, commentary, and questions are all welcome and encouraged.