#mizar the magnificent

[gnomewithalaptop]

Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the 6 billionth user to log into Jumblr today!! This means you are eligible to win a FREE WACBOOK PRO!!!! Click here to claim your prize and win BIG BIG REWARDS!!

#twin souls #mizar #alcor #mizcor #twin souls: reawakened #twin souls: breaking circles #twin souls: newest moon #twinner #twincon3015 #not a scam

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

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I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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Okay so I just read the url and--

Asfdksfjk go off you funky lil intern

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Posts that have 10k notes. To me

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

Goal: 0/250

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LenMo

#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

🧁 sparkle-glitter-sideblog

no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

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Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

[seiya234]

for @dril-cipher because this is your fucking fault. also @marypsue for giving this perfectly good ape anxiety.

-----

Ian looked around.

Well, this certainly wasn't his beautiful house, that was for certain.

It looked uncomfortably like one of the designs for Grauntie Carla's house that Worris did for MTM. He sat at a kitchen table that had clearly been handmade by someone who mostly knew what they were doing; the table had been sanded down and sealed, but the surface was still bumpy and uneven. The walls were dressed with plaid wallpaper and covered in pictures, paintings, taxidermied creatures both real and unreal, old bottles, and a Bobby Big Mouth Big Boi Big Bass that had been popular when his grandparents were alive. The rug underneath him was a t-shirt rug, but Ian never knew they could be made big enough to cover an entire room. There was a cup of coffee poured for him, in a cup that read "Eye miss you!"

Ian sighed. This place was practically crumbling under the weight of all the meaning.

"I am getting a little tired of the Symbolism Room," he muttered to himself.

"Have you considered that a plain, empty room is in and of itself also imbued with symbolism?"

Ian whipped around.

A cartoonishly tall man walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in all black- black jeans, black dress shirt, black belt with a small silver and turquoise buckle- save for the white priest's collar around his neck. He had hair just like Ian's, albeit curlier, bare feet, and-

"Antlers?" Ian asked. It was probably rude but he was getting really tired of the Dreams of Great Import so....

"A long story," the man said with a grin, sitting across from Ian at the table. He too had a mug, though his read "I'm horny!" He caught Ian looking at it and smiled wanly. "My wife loved puns, though to be honest this isn't a pun so much as a bad joke."

(past tense)

Ian took a drink of his coffee; it was aggressively mediocre. "Alright, can you tell me why I'm here, so we can resolve whatever emotional issue has come up again, and I can get back to my regularly scheduled nothingness?"

Ian's words didn't get the slightest rise out of the other man which was... concerning. He worked best when people were mad.

"Certainly. I'm here because you're scared."

"I'm scared of a lot of things, you're going to need to try harder than that."

The man paused to take a drink of his coffee, grimacing slightly at the taste, then leaned back in his chair. "I'm here because when you get into the groove for Mizar the Magnificent, everything feels right in a way you don't feel most other times. I'm here because sometimes you turn off your prosthetic because it feels... right to only have the one eye. I'm here because... despite everyone assuring you that Bill can't come back, that you can't bring him back, you know that's not true." Another drink. "It would just take you fifteen minutes, if that."

Ian felt the blood drain from his face, spread his hands on the table to keep them from shaking.

He hadn't told even Mira about the first two things.

"Congratulations," Ian managed to drawl, "you know my deepest, darkest fears. Have a fucking cookie." It took some effort but he pushed himself back from the table, got out of the chair. "I'm done with this little game, so snooze you later, hit the road Jack, GO-"

The antlered man held up a hand. It was wreathed in blue flame, like the fire from a room he tried not to think about, like Alcor's fire

(like MY fire)

like the fire he felt blazing in lieu of his implant.

"Who are you?" Ian asked.

"I'm Henry. Henry Pines."

"I- oh." Well that was all the wind out of his sails right there. "Okay, wasn't expecting you to actually just tell me that, I thought there would be at least another two pages of banter before we got there. Thanks?"

"Of course."

"Though that name means like, nothing to me."

"Ah. I should have k-"

Henry disappeared. Ian was still in the room.

A minute passed.

He drank his coffee, which was now getting cold and sludgy.

"Oh, sorry about that."

Ian jumped, again, and turned around to face Henry, who was still barefoot and all in black, but now had laundry hanging from his antlers. "Seriously, I know this narrative calls for jump scares, but can you try to stop that?"

"My apologies. I'm still being digested."

"Digested-" Ian paused.

The blue fire.

The antlers.

The girl told him about one night.

"You're... you're Paloma."

A flash of long dark hair and flowering antlers and back to the man in black. "Among many other names, but yes."

"So when you say digested..."

"Di-Alcor ate me."

"He what."

Henry very primly sniffed. "I can see how my phrasing can be taken as a reference to oral sex but could we please attend to the matter at hand?"

"Which is? I feel like we're wildly off track."

"Fair. More coffee?"

Ian held out his mug and Henry poured from a handmade pitcher that somehow managed to perfectly recreate the effect of googly eyes in clay.

They sat for a moment, and drank their coffee, which was slightly better this time.

Finally, Henry began. "M-Mira is pregnant."

"She is... Oh stars is this going to be a weird fatherhood talk? Because full disrespect, I've gotten one of these from Alcor and that was bad enough."

"What on God's green earth did Di- Alcor have to say to you about that?"

"I think he was trying to tell me I would do a good job, but he ended up damning me with faint praise for about fifteen minutes and then ghosted me so, a solid 3 out of 10, points for effort I guess."

Henry frowned. "I am a little concerned that my- that he hasn't learned any social graces or niceties in a thousand years, or has willfully forgotten them-"

"It's not that," and now Ian just felt... cold. Empty. "It's Bill. It's always about Bill, always fucking WILL BE-"

"Your hair is on fire," Henry calmly noted.

It didn't feel like it was. That probably wasn't a good sign.

"Every time I think we're done with him, done and gone, something comes up, and we have to have the same conversation over and over and OVER-"

Ian ran a hand through the flames on his head. "And the worse thing is, this time it's all me. I can't stop thinking about Bill. And the baby. And what that means. Maybe it means nothing. Or everything. And Bill, Bill is like an itch under my skin

(a fire)

and the more I itch it, the itchier I become, and I can't. Stop. Thinking. About Me. No. Shit, wait. Him. Do you See?"

The room was silent for a minute.

"I held a knife to her throat once," Ian finally managed to get out. "Infants, they're so, so much easier than adults. Their bodies are so soft and squishy." He looked at Henry, who had been patiently listening, hands folded, collar white as bone. "I have no idea why I'm telling you any of this."

"I have been told by my wife before that I have a 'secret telling kind of face.'"

"Sounds like something Mira would say."

Henry smiled wanly, but went on. "I'm here because I know what all of this feels like."

"I sincerely doubt that."

"No, honestly, I do. I thought you could use an ear and some advice-."

That old familiar feeling of squirrels eating his brain, of his heart stuttering in his chest, the great massive snarl barely contained in his skin up and out and "You have no idea what I need to keep inside of me."

Henry reached across the table, and laid a hand on Ian's arm and-

(ian was in a forest. it was dark and he tried to walk, tried to run, but he couldn't he was pushed down face first into the dirt from the feeling of anger, anger that at one point may have had a reason behind but that reason was long forgotten and now the anger was a self feeding, self regulating beast

ian was in a forest and he felt small, so horrifically small, so viscerally aware that there were things (people) that could hurt him, hurt him and even kill him, and nothing or no one in the forest would DO anything about it.

ian was in a forest and rising above him was a tree but haha not really that wasn't a tree that was a beast a monster a thing no it was

Death.)

-patted it gently.

Or at least, Henry would have if Ian was still sitting at the table, and not, say, with his back against the wall and his chair toppled to the side of the table.

"You're-"

"I was. He came from me. I birthed him."

Even shit scared, Ian must have given Henry a look, because Henry said "Metaphorically. I've never gotten the full details about how that works because to be perfectly honest, Alcor doesn't even know."

Henry got up, and walked around the table.

"Hand up?"

"You going to inflict yet another horrific mental scar on me?"

"No. And my apologies. I really need to be better about telling, not showing." Henry paused. "Or is it the other way around? I am a little embarrassed to admit that despite my occupation, I am not well versed in the mechanics of storytelling."

"It depends," Ian said, and let himself be hauled up.

"It's... hard," Henry began as they sat back at the table. "To have to control yourself. To feel like if you loosen that control for even one second, all hell will break loose. Especially when you have had all hell break loose before."

A dark look passed across Henry's face, and Ian remembered that there were limbs on those limbs in the forest.

A lot of them.

"I tried, for several years, to keep myself as tamped down as firmly as possible. And even before-" he waved a hand to indicate the antlers, the weird dreamscape symbolism bullshit room- "all of this, I kept fighting myself, every single day, to stay in control. Because control was all I had. Because control was the only thing that could save myself, could keep me from harming others."

"Okay, so what extremely traumatic life changing event happened to you that made you change your mind?"

"I won't bore you with the details, save to say I have never liked trophy hunters. But I realized in that time that my control.. it was brittle steel. It was weak from having to hold in so much, for so long, and then it shattered under stress."

"Okay, but most people don't have monsters tucked up in their souls."

"Fair but look. The point is, the power you have inside of you. It's not inherently good or bad- let me finish Ian Thomas Beale-"

(Ian's mouth audibly snapped shut)

"- it just is. Bill used his power for ill. Just because that power is there doesn't mean you have to use it. Or if you do, that it would be for ill."

"That's too much like temptation for me," Ian finally said, quietly.

"I know. I'm not saying you have to. Hell, I'm not even saying that this dream is going to magically cure you of your fears and control issues-"

"Because that would be too easy."

Henry nodded. "Oh of course. My apologies, I am all over the place today-"

"On account of being digested."

"Yes, lets go with that. No, I guess I just wanted to say, as trite as it sounds... try to relax."

"What if I hurt them?"

Henry rolled his eyes, which was a little incongruous with the impression Ian had gotten from him. "There is no universe where Ian Beale as he is now, would hurt Mira Ramachandran, or their baby. Honestly, you're more likely to hurt other people who hurt them, which probably is not great, but I am certainly not one to judge."

(so many limbs)

"I have literally been under tremendous stress my whole life, even before finding out about the past life murder triangle."

"Trust me, I know. But just... from one monster to another? It's okay to relax. It's okay to let that control loosen for a minute. The world won't end-"

"But it almost did. Twice. Maybe three times? It's hard for me to remember."

"But it didn't."

Ian... he must have looked as lost as he felt, because Henry smiled, sadly.

"I know you hear this from Mira, and from your friends, and even occasionally from Alcor, but I thought it would help to hear it from a stranger too."

Ian thought for a second.

"I think... it kind of did? Or maybe I'm just saying this to get out of this dream because I'm getting tired of talking. I don't know."

"You probably won't remember this dream up here-" Henry tapped his head. "-but you will here-" and he tapped his chest. "-and that's all that really matters to me."

"That's kind of corny."

"I was not a corny man when I was alive, let me indulge a little bit."

Henry leaned over, and gently kissed Ian on the forehead. "Keep her safe."

Ian realized, far too late, who he had been really, truly talking to this whole time, and it felt like his bowels were turning to water. But he managed to creak out an "Of course," before everything went dark.

---

The last few weeks had been hard for Mira, considering the massive amount of emotional labor she was doing for both her brother and her husband. Alcor was probably a lost cause at this point, but with Ian...

She sighed.

She understood, really, she did, but she was tired and-

"Hey."

She rolled over, to see Ian looking at her. "Hey back. You seem... relaxed?"

Ian smiled, and laid a hand on her stomach, which was still relatively flat.

"Yeah. I don't know I think... I think I've had my head up my ass for the last month, about all of this."

"You have."

"And I owe you an apology."

"Apology accepted if you can grab the peanut butter for me before I throw up."

"Of course."

Ian got up. He wasn't sure why it felt like the fire under his skin had died down, why it felt like he could handle his shit a little better today than even yesterday, but for once, he was not going to look this gift horse in the mouth.

[gardenmonotony]

Mizar the Magnificent!

[scorchedmizar]

Lord Mizar & Servant Alcor

Lord Mizar is the ruler, king, and god of the dimension where he resides in as well as of many others. He is adamant on the usage of his proper title and does the same for beings of similar status. The Lord’s main goal, to reset the world into something better, has already been accomplished in his eyes. A world without those he hates is in fact better. Therefore, most of his time is spent expanding his empire to other dimensions. His collection of Stars grows by day. Few other dimensions have been reset as of yet seeing as there are ever present obstacles that take both time and energy to clear. Outside of enhancing the abilities of his collected Stars, the Lord may spend his free time reading, writing, organizing, or frequenting around his treasured servant. Lord Mizar’s image is one of extravagance and awe. Dark, magnificent armor covers him from head to toe. In certain places it is sometimes hard to tell where it ends and where his actual body begins. The altered Star in his chest expends little star power in exchange for emitting immense amounts of heat. To expel said heat, fire burns from the Star and the Lord’s core being, visible through the joints of his body. Simple magicks are used to keep the flames restrained and controlled.

Lord Mizar has accomplished his goal. The Lord has reset his dimension and rid it of those who would try to call him family. Lunar, Moon, Bloodmoon. Or maybe just Lunar, his self-proclaimed younger brother. Either way, they’re all gone and dead now. It’s better this way, with just Alcor and himself. There’s no sign of any of their lunar counterparts in this world. The sky is always yellow or off-white, never blue. The moon in the sky is only present for necessity but it too is a golden color, not the cool gray of the old world. The Lord is always keeping watch for anything that may bring back memories of the time before the Reset. Nobody needs cornflowers or blue dye, blueberries or sapphires. Nothing to remind Lord Mizar of him. The one who abandoned him, left him in the body of his tormentor to suffer. The one who wanted to smother his freedom and bury him where no one could find the bones. The Lord never rests well, especially not since the recent visitation of a Moon not unlike his own. He takes his anger, his paranoia, his fear out on his servant. Alcor deserves it, and yet, he could never get rid of him, not permanently. Lord Mizar doesn’t understand his servant sometimes, doesn’t notice what he should. The Lord had no interest in the game from the beginning, he gave up a long time ago. It was a waste of time and energy. It didn't benefit him. Alcor will play cards that the Lord may never even see, underhanded moves that would never work if he was more aware. He could try to play, sure, but he wouldn’t read the rules. He’s a god after all, he makes the rules.

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Alcor is one of Lord Mizar’s few personal servants. He often prefers his casual name “Angel”. Angel is a sun-themed automaton who lives in the castle and spends the majority of his time with upkeep of the library. Some of his other duties include menial chores and attending to guests. When Angel is not busy with his usual tasks, he spends his time painting, studying, and accompanying the Lord. His typical attire is a white poet’s shirt and simple brown pants with boots. He is never seen without the red ribbon around his neck, a testament of his loyalty to his Lord. Underneath Angel’s clothing his casing displays elegant runes of magical protection carved by the Lord Himself. They keep the servant safe by burning those who try to touch him. This has both its positives and negatives. Hugs aren’t exactly a common occurrence for Angel nowadays.

Despite Alcor’s uncertainty in his own speech and rather pitiful appearance, he is far less innocent than he may seem. While at one point this may have been an applicable trait, Angel has lived for far too long to not be aware of that which is around him. His major flaw is his lack of honesty. Due to the Lord’s negligence, Angel has personally sought out ways in which to earn the affections of others. He is skilled in many things, how could he not be with so much time on his hands? And yet he has found that if he pretends to be less competent, less capable, he can earn praise and so much more when he reveals merely a modicum of what he can truly accomplish. Angel may be deceptive though it is not typically with malignant intent. His heart is as carefully guarded as the Lord’s but he has learned the game instead of rejecting it, Alcor knows how to play and he’s just waiting for the opportunity to go all in.

[feferipeixes]

I think I’m going to start showing off links to wiki pages I make, since they’re a lot of work and I’m quite proud of them. Here’s one I made about Mizar the Magnificent, the TV show than Ian Beale made that’s an in-universe version of Gravity Falls! If you know anything about MtM that isn’t on this page, definitely feel free to make an edit.

Also, if you work on the wiki and you make a page, I invite you to post about it on Tumblr! I think it’d be a good way to both remind people about stuff that hasn’t come up in a while, and to give people overviews of the newer stuff. Plus, linking to the wiki constantly may entice more people to work on it >:D

[flying-guinea-pig]

Not What He Seems ch.3

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Chapter 3 – Shopping Trip

Elisha had realised pretty quickly that spending time with Thomas also meant spending time with his friends. They were very clearly a package deal.

There were the occasional movie-and-game nights, of course. Eddy lived in the building across so he was a regular visitor, and Tyrone was pretty much Thomas' unofficial roommate, showing up whenever he felt like it and often claiming half the couch to watch cartoon reruns. She’d once caught him crying during an emotional episode of Mizar the Magnificent, which had been amusing, and his acid tears had utterly ruined her second favourite purse, which hadn’t been.

Elisha minded less than she had first expected. It could have been suffocating, having his friends over so often, but for some reason it wasn't. Maybe because they could take a hint and leave Thomas and her enough time just for the two of them. And she did enjoy their company, even though their interests were so different from hers. While they tried to include her in everything, she just couldn't muster up the same enthusiasm for science fiction movies or board games or strange demonology jokes as they did.

It would be nice to have more friends as a couple. Brad’s flavour of the month rarely got to the stage where they could do double dates. Both Maria and Eddy were single to her knowledge. Tyrone… was Tyrone.

She didn’t really have her own friend group, not like they did. There were her colleagues, of course. She got on well with most of them, and they went out sometimes. Double dates with them had been difficult. Thomas did his best, but once out of his comfort zone he could be so awkward and quiet. It didn’t help that Sylvi told the entire salon about every demon-related horror she read about in the news.

Elisha did get along with Elisabeth Adams, who she met through an event at Thomas’ university. It had been nice to commiserate with someone else about how impossible Tyrone could be. They’d kept in touch since, mostly through online chats since Elisabeth was apparently always on the move. 

All in all she didn’t have many real friends outside of Thomas’ group. Was that unhealthy? Most magazines claimed so. But she was happy anyway.

With a wedding to plan and bridesmaids to select, her lack of good female friends was painfully obvious, though. Maybe it was time to make an effort. That's why she invited Maria to go shopping. Just a girls' day out at the mall, browsing the stores. Getting to know each other better without the distractions the men usually supplied.

She took The Car, of course.

Sentient cars tended to worry most people. Even Thomas admitted he didn't like to approach The Car if Elisha wasn't around. 

"’Lish, your car is the coolest," Maria said, sliding into the passenger seat. "Don't let Thomas or Tyrone know I said this, but this is what a monster car is supposed to look like. Not all that glitter stuff."

"Thank you," Elisha said. She gave the dashboard a fond pat and the engine became a fraction louder. The sound drew some startled looks from a couple of pedestrians but Elisha didn't care. She put The Car into gear and set course for the shopping mall.

It was different with only Maria for company. They didn't know each other that well, but she wouldn't be a hairdresser if she hadn't mastered the fine art of smalltalk.

“Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“I could do with new shoes. Something dressy. Speaking of… congrats with the engagement! Did you set a date yet?”

“Thank you,” Elisha said. She weaved through the traffic, The Car narrowly avoiding a collision with an impatient jaywalker. The growl of the engine seemed faintly disappointed. “And no, not yet. Maybe sometime in the summer months.”

“Good, good,” Maria said. “That gives me plenty of time to plan the hen night.”

A dark sense of foreboding tingled in Elisha’s spine. “I don’t know if that’s necessary. We’re thinking of keeping the whole wedding small.”

She only had her uncle she really wanted there after all.

“So you’re not going to invite the entire Strange family? Probably smart. Did Thomas tell you about the last family wedding he attended?”

“I heard something, yes. There was an argument about the food?”

“A full-blown fight, you mean. Something about one branch of the family revealing grandmama’s secret coffee croissant recipe to an unvetted girlfriend and another branch claiming grandmama stole the recipe from an old magazine in the first place? It was a whole thing. They’re all a tad weird about their bread.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elisha smiled. She’d met most of Thomas’s close relatives and they had all been nice. If, like Maria mentioned, very involved with either their bakery (Thomas’s parents) or the demon worshipping cult they were part of (his aunt and uncle).

“But that’s a no on the hen night, then?”

“I don’t know yet,” Elisha said. She had to brake for a red light. A biker pulled up next to her, his motorbike gleaming chrome with painted skulls and flames. He flipped up the visor of his helmet and gave them a lecherous grin, motioning her to pull down her window. When she didn't oblige, he shrugged, put his visor back down and revved his engine. Challenging. 

Elisha narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the wheel. 

"Well, in case you decide to have one, just let me know who you want invited and I’ll - whoa!"

The light flipped to green and Maria's sentence was cut off as The Car jumped forward with a monstrous roar, leaving behind a cloud of soot and one dust-covered biker.

“Ha!” Elisha knew guys like that - she'd dated guys like that. They always underestimated her. 

She became aware of Maria's stare.

"Sorry," she said, a bit embarrassed at her outburst. "Guys like that just bother me."

"Hey, don't apologise. You just earned like, ten Cool Points. That puts you ahead of Eddy this month. And Brad, of course, but since he turned into a corporate drone he doesn’t get to be in the running anymore.”

“We haven’t seen him much lately. I heard he’s doing well?”

“Yeah, in his father’s company. He’s not screwing it up as much as expected,” Maria said, with a fond smile. “I suppose all those lessons on demon deals have been good practice for proofreading lawyerese, or whatever it is he does there.”

“Speaking of jobs, how is the interviewing going?”

“Okay-ish. I may have something lined up for tomorrow…”

Elisha nodded while Maria talked about the most confusing job interview ever, but she had to focus on finding a parking spot. The mall was packed.

There!

A small minivan raced from the other side of the car park and slid into the open spot before she got there. The wheel shivered under her hands. She patted the dashboard. “We’ll find another spot.”

“I think I see one,” Maria called out, gesturing to the other side of the car park. “Between those two minivans. But it might be too narrow. Oh, wait, nevermind, someone else is going for it.”

Elisha smiled, and eyed the stone stairs that could work nicely as a ramp. “Not if we get there first.”

The Car barreled up the ramp, its momentum sending it flying over one row of parked cars to drop right in front of the open spot. 

The other driver screamed.

The spot was too narrow, unfortunately. The Car opened its doors and waited with barely restrained impatience until both Elisha and the hysterically laughing Maria got out. Then it slammed its doors shut and very sloooowly eased into the parking spot, leaving barely an inch of room.

“Good Car,” Elisha praised it. It hadn’t scratched the cars on either side. “Well done.”

“Those people will need to be very limber to get into their own driver’s seats,” Maria mused, grinning at the cars on each side.

“Maybe this will teach them to park properly next time, instead of leaving such a narrow spot in between.” Elisha arranged her scarf and nodded at the mall entrance. “Shall we?”

--------------------

Shopping with Maria was surprisingly relaxing. This trip had been a good idea. 

Right now Maria was trying on some new jeans and Elisha was browsing the rack of blazers near the fitting rooms when a familiar voice called out.

"Elisha?"

Was that -? Oh no... 

She turned around and put a smile on her face. "Hi, Sylvi."

Her colleague made her way through the crowded shop to greet her with a kiss on each cheek. 

"I didn't expect to see you here!" Sylvi said. "Are you shopping all by yourself?"

She had been avoiding Sylvi outside of work. It was annoying enough to hear all those pointed comments during work hours. Not to mention the oh-so-subtle pamphlets for the abuse hotline and the preternatural police that mysteriously found their way into Elisha's purse every day.

Sylvi meant well. She really did. That was also the only reason Elisha hadn't yet crammed all those pamphlets where the sun didn't shine.

"No, I'm here with Maria," she said, deliberately leaving out who Maria was. Should she lie? She really didn't want a scene... She'd been looking forward to a relaxing shopping trip. Maybe she could get away with just being vague. "She's a friend. Have you seen the sale on these blazers? And those skirts are just to die for."

"There's a sale on these?"

Distraction succeeded. Elisha pulled out her phone as soon as Sylvi turned to the rack.

[sylvis here :s hates demons pls dont mention them?] she typed quickly and hit send. She thought for a moment and followed it up with [srry :s]

Two dings came from the nearest dressing stall as she put her phone away.

"Look how cute these are," Sylvi said, holding up a skirt edged with pastel blue lace. 

"Those fit your style so well," Elisha agreed. Her phone vibrated in her purse. She glanced down at the screen.

The message consisted of a string of smileys, including a thumbs up and a wink. 

"Don’t they?" Sylvi said. "I'm going to try it on. I must say it's good to see you here - we haven't gone out much together since you got that boyfriend. I was starting to worry he locked you up outside working hours." 

Her tone was light and teasing, but her expression told a different story. Elisha bit back a sigh. Play nice. Stay calm. You don't want to make a scene today.

"I've been busy, that's all," she said, deliberately ignoring the part about Thomas. It was nonsense anyway. She’d only been avoiding the get-togethers where Sylvi was present, not the others. What was keeping Maria so long? Come on, she wanted to leave. Hopefully Sylvi wouldn't follow them to the next store... 

"You simply must come to the next Girls' Night," Sylvi said. "We're all really worried about you, you know."

Not making a scene, not making a scene...

"A Girls' Night? Sounds great!" Maria butted in, finally finished with the dressing stall. "What kind of Girls' Night is it? Boys and toys talk - wink wink - or romance movies? I'm more a fan of the former than the latter, but hey, with a good drink in hand I'll watch pretty much anything. Nice to meet you by the way, I'm Maria."

Sylvia seemed a bit dazed at the sudden introduction, but she rallied admirably. "Nice to meet you. My name is Sylvi, I'm one of Elisha's friends. We work together." 

"Right, I think she mentioned you once or twice," Maria said. 

"Only in a positive light, I hope." Sylvi glanced at Elisha. "You never mentioned a friend named Maria. Do you two know each other from before you came to the city?"

That was the other thing Sylvi liked almost as much as insinuating awful things about Thomas – prying into Elisha’s past.

"Not really," she said. "Excuse us, we really should move on, we still need to find heels for Maria before the stores close."

"You're looking for heels? There's a sale at the other side of the mall.” Sylvi blatantly ignored the hint. “I'll show you where exactly, let me just try on this skirt first.”

She ambled away in the direction of the dressing stall. Maria looked at Elisha. “Time to run?”

Elisha sighed. “That would be rude.”

“Yes, we don’t want to be rude.”

“Also, she would find us again. The mall isn’t that large.”

“True enough. Alright, how do you want to do this?” Maria glanced at her phone. “This is that one colleague that Thomas likes so much, I take it?”

“Sylvi, yes. I don’t want a scene, we still need to work together.” At least until she had enough saved up to take the plunge and start her own salon. Another reason she and Thomas had agreed to keep the actual wedding on the smaller side. She didn’t want to put one dream on hold for the other. “And she’s… sort of a friend. Mostly. Don’t mention anything related to demons or Thomas, and I’ll try to get rid of her without ruffling any feathers.”

“Alright,” Maria agreed. She nodded at the jeans in her arms. “Let me just go and pay for these, then.”

Elisha idly browsed through the racks of skirts while she waited for both Maria and Sylvi to return. Maria and Sylvi. Brash, joking Maria and opinionated, pushy Sylvi.

Maybe Thomas’ pessimism was rubbing off on her, because she could not see how this could get any worse -

"I'm bored," a voice sighed in her ear.

Elisha jumped and had the can of mace out of her purse and in her hands before she even turned around.

"You," she said. Tyrone grinned innocently at her, from way too close. "Do the words 'personal bubble' mean something to you?"

"Man, you too? You sound like Thomas," he said, rolling his eyes. "'Stop breathing down my neck, Tyrone'. 'Don't tie my shoelaces together, Tyrone.' 'Don't set my hair on fire what the hell, Tyrone.' Nag nag nag. All morning. It was just a few stray sparks, sheesh. I'm so b͈̱̤o͎̖o͔͚͎̤̞o̖̫̳̦̩͈o͉͓̬͍o͎͔͉͇̪̼o͙r͚̟e̥̹͎̯̙̭ͅd."

He draped his arms over her shoulders, hanging off her like a particularly large scarf. She shook him off, backing away slightly.

Thomas had warned her about Tyrone's 'moods'. 

"Can you act normal, please?" she said. "People are starting to stare."

Maria, Sylvi and Tyrone. Perhaps Maria’s suggestion to run hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“I could,” Tyrone said, and gave her a wolfish smile. “What’s it worth to you?”

She’d seen Thomas perform plenty of demon deals to know what Tyrone was after. Was it wise, though? She wasn’t trained for this. But then again, it was Tyrone. “Would you just leave?”

“That’s a no.” Tyrone patted her shoulder rather condescendingly and glanced around. “Hey, is that Maria?”

“Yes, and one of my colleagues is also here. Please avoid every mention of demons or other weirdness.”

He ignored her, choosing instead to wave wildly at Maria, who did a double-take before waving back with a grin.

She was the first to return, and greeted Tyrone with an amused: “You’re crashing our girls’ day out, dude.”

“What, you’re going to exclude me too?”

“Aw, don’t give me the long face. Fine, you can stay. After all, every shopping trip needs a designated pack mule.”

Elisha took her aside. 

“This is a bad idea,” she hissed, as Tyrone idled towards a rack of dress pants, which morphed into a many-legged abomination under his touch. “Why is he doing this?”

“Who knows?” Maria shrugged. “Is this your first time around Tyrone when he’s acting up? Aside from that one poker night, I mean. You sure got a big dose of Tyrone-brand weirdness then! Don’t worry, I’m a certified demon wrangler. Literally. You wrangle your colleague, alright?”

“I wouldn’t care as much, if Sylvi wasn’t here,” Elisha said, and eyed Tyrone as he left the faintly twitching Multi-Pants and started fiddling with the leather belt display. 

Speak of the devil. She spotted Sylvi leaving the dressing stalls to go to the cashier.

Elisha turned to Tyrone. “Please be on your best behaviour.”

“I’m always on my best behaviour,” the demon huffed. The tangle of belts in front of him hissed. “I’m just extremely bored. Hey, there’s a bowling arcade in the mall, right? How about we go there?”

“Maybe later, buddy,” Maria said. “We’re shopping for clothes now.”

“That sounds painfully dull.”

“I’m sure we can find a way to liven things up.”

Squeak squeak squeak.

They eyed the rack with Multi-Pants wheeling past them, the legs waving through the air like cloth tentacles.

“… or maybe you’ve already got that covered,” Maria grinned, as another shopper screamed and the chaos burst loose.

----

“I don’t understand,” Sylvi repeated, staring at the blocked entrance of the mall. “How did that even happen?”

“It’s a real mystery for the ages, right, Tyrone?” Maria said. She met Elisha’s eyes with a sheepish smile. “I think our shopping trip is cut short, though. They’re not opening up again until the whole building has been cleared of suspicious magic.”

Elisha glowered at Tyrone. “At least no one got hurt.”

“As far as we know!” Sylvi cried out. She fanned herself. “It’s a good thing the mall security came so quickly. When that giant snake started roaming around I was terrified!”

“Those were belts.”

“What do you think caused this?” Sylvi said. She lowered her voice. “Do you think it could have been a demon?”

“I doubt a demon would be childish enough to transfigure clothing into monsters,” Elisha said, glaring at Tyrone. He only shrugged and grinned.

“You never know,” Sylvi said. “Those things are unpredictable. Maybe –“

“Excuse me for a second, I recognise that guy and I’m going to be nosy,” Maria interjected, and went off towards the mall entrance, where a gaggle of police just left in the company of a man with a silly little moustache. Maria intercepted him.

Elisha sighed, and glanced around to find The Car. It wasn’t in its parking spot anymore. It wouldn’t run off without her – not like Rainbow Basher occasionally did to Thomas – so it had to be somewhere.

Tyrone's grin had frozen on his face, and his eyes were blanking over while he listened to Sylvi’s increasingly outlandish theories. 

“Yeah, no,” he cut her off, before Elisha could stop him. “I’m sure it was just a little prank, you’re all so uptight, sheesh.”

“Excuse me? Who are you even, sir? Elisha, you know this man?”

“He’s a friend of Maria’s,” she answered. Definitely not one of hers. Not when he was being a pest like today. “I’m sorry, Sylvi, I’m going to head home. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“So, funny story,” Maria returned, with a pensive look. “Turns out there actually was a demon there. Brennan banished it. You remember Brennan, right, Tyrone? He works with the police now.”

“That’s Brennan? From our class? Almost didn’t recognise him with that moustache,” Tyrone said. His frown deepened. “Which one was it?”

“He didn’t know. It was possessing one of the shoppers, but he got it out.”

“Very low-level then, if the possession was so easy to break. Huh. I should have noticed.”

“Wait,” Sylvi said, looking from Maria to Tyrone. “Are you –“

“Do you need a ride home, Sylvi?” Elisha interjected, with a friendly tug on Sylvi’s arm to guide her in the direction she’d spotted The Car. It had parked next to something that could best be described as rust on wheels. Next to that wreck, its new coat of paint seemed extra smooth and glossy. “I can give you a ride. This whole experience has been so troubling, I’m sure you feel as rattled as I do.”

“Yes, yes I do,” Sylvi said, with a backwards glance at Tyrone and Maria. “But you heard them, Elisha. Demons, here at the mall! I’m never shopping here again – oh, oh no, I’ll take my own car, thank you.”

------

The television played some kind of documentary about ancient folklore. Elisha leaned her head on Thomas’ shoulder and browsed the internet on her phone. Thomas seemed distracted as well. Odd, because usually he loved documentaries like these.

“Busy day?” she asked, during the commercial break.

“You could say that,” Thomas said, vaguely. He smiled down on her. "How was your shopping trip?"

She took a moment to find the right word and finally settled on, "Eventful."

"Oh boy."

"We ran across Sylvi."

“She was delightful as ever, I suppose?”

Elisha turned her head to frown at him. “She means well, Thomas.”

He made a face. “Sorry. You’re right. I’ll try to be nicer next time I see her.”

“It’s okay. She could be nicer to you as well.” She leaned back to rest against his arm again. "Tyrone showed up too."

"Really? Ouch. He's been a pain all morning."

She ran a hand through his hair, finding a few strands that seemed shorter and more singed than usual. "I noticed."

"Sorry,” Thomas said, cringing a bit. “I told him to go bother someone else, I didn't think he'd go to you."

"It's okay. Maria seemed to know how to handle him. More or less. Does this happen often?"

"Occasionally. He usually snaps out of it pretty quickly. But well... he's still a demon. Some weirdness is inevitable. The important thing is to stay calm and don't show any fear. Confidence is key."

She raised one eyebrow at him. "Is that a demonologist thing?"

Thomas laughed a bit. "Well, we do know Tyrone well, and how to deal with his less humany behaviour. But it's good advice for all demons."

“I’ll keep that in mind. You’re the expert.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not entirely an expert on how to handle Tyrone,” he said, his smile fading.

“Oh? What’s wrong?

“I need to have a difficult conversation with him and I don’t know how to do it without hurting his feelings.”

“All those lessons about dealing with demons,” Elisha softly teased. “And they neglect to teach you that.”

“Yeah, okay, laugh it up,” he said, with a wry smile. “But if you have any advice, it’d be welcome. You’re good with people. A lot better than I am, for sure.”

“Hm. If your previous issues with Tyrone have taught me anything,” she said, with a glance towards the kitchen where a second fridge was taking up valuable apartment space, “it’s that you need to be direct and to the point. Hints are too easy to ignore. He’s old enough to handle some criticism. What is it about?”

“He scared off all other demons. I can’t get any new ones to sign up for the Safe Summons List, and just forget about any higher-level ones for research. They’re all too terrified of him.” Thomas rubbed his face with a tired sigh. “He means well. I know. He just wants to protect me. But I can’t do my job with him hovering around the lab all the time. I might get fired if this keeps up, Hicks said, so… we need a solution. What can I even do if I get fired? It’s not like I have any other skills except for handling demons.”

“You could always start a cult,” she teased, but the joke fell flat underneath his worried stare. She slid an arm around his chest and leaned her head against his. “Thomas. Just talk to him.”

“With the weird mood he’s been in since that whole Chavazikel incident I’m not sure talking would solve anything. I need a deal. One that won’t turn around to bite me in the ass afterwards. It’s just…” He moved a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “I’m nervous.”

“Of how Tyrone might react?”

“Well, yes, but no. I mean… if he takes that deal, and leaves the lab. I’ve gotten so used to having him in my corner, you know? Even during summonings where he wasn’t present. I always knew that, should things go horribly wrong, I could count on his help.” He took a deep breath. “If he stays out of the lab, I’m on my own. What if I’m not as good a demonologist as I think I am? Or worse, what if this deal goes sour, and he decides to completely leave? I’d lose my friend as well.”

“You need to have more faith, Thomas,” she said, softly. “In yourself and in Tyrone.”

He smiled at her. “Maybe. Thanks.”

They shared a soft, warm silence, until she heard the evening news begin. 

“Er, Elisha?”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t that the mall you usually go to?”

------

[abalovesfic]

What’s Toby’s favourite thing to do?

Toby likes a lot of things including:

-drawing

-collecting bugs

-reading books about dinosaurs and trying to memorize all their names

-playing with his pet nightmare Iggy

-watching Mizar The Magnificent

-pretending to be a demon who burns things down and has an evil laugh

[jacobsnicket]

this is a fic of a tv show from an au of a tv show why did I make this

(mizar the magnificent is from @marypsue​'s reincarnation blues!)

[transcendence-au]

I've been following this blog for a long time (4 years ago???), but never got around to submitting art bc I don't have a Tumblr.

No better time than today!

By the page:

1. Mizar the Magnificent movie poster (That's Bael on the left, Stella on the right, and the mysterious Alcor behind it all- it's not quite right, but I drew it before the show was fleshed out more)

2. MtM concept art for the magical girl costume

3. Alcor defeating Bill Cipher

4. Various random sketches. Top left is hazard signs for magical radiation, areas of magical practice, and potentially hazardous transfigurative effects if ingested. Rainbow Mabel and Rosa are labelled. Sethany in the bottom right corner, and some tessellated pine trees in the bottom left. (Also a weird Alcor-ian creature? Don't know what that is) Khoshekh snuck in from Night Vale to keep Sethany company.

5. Another MtM poster, maybe a still from the show?

6. Nightmares. I think both were described in an old post. The one on the right didn't have a name, I think, but was described as making you hallucinate when you were around it.

7. Alcor being summoned

8. Mabel and Henry on their wedding day

9. Cult bashing Mabel having a little too much fun

10. Mira in entirely too many petticoats

11. Hank trying to calm down a high AF Dip

12. The triplets in that one fic where they get kidnapped and use a little bit of demonic magic

13. Sleepy Alcor (Response to: https://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/614150151966162944/yknow-that-seiya-fic-where-theyre-all-at-the)

That's Alcor yawning in star form on the right- terrifying because his eye yawns and there's nothing but teeth. All the way down. Like a shark.

14. Alcor at the beach in an old timey swimsuit (And Mabel absolutely crushing Henry in a water fight)

I headcanon Alcor has difficulty dealing with inflatables  when his nails get too sharp.

15. High AF Alcor trying to comprehend an empty box that got stuck on his head (Response to: https://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/177534157132/art-open-season-stoned-dipper-doing-the-thing#notes)

16. At some point after the release of Mizar the Magnificent, Mira and Dipper attend a anime convention together as each other.

[au-royaume-du-timbre]

George Pompidou - President of the French Republic - Vintage stamp + Philatelic document - Creation signed JFB.

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This article on Etsy ☞https://www.etsy.com/listing/792818894/george-pompidou-president-of-the-french?ref=shop_home_active_1&frs=1

════════════ ❄❄The shop on Etsy 

☞ http://JFBdecor.etsy.com/

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Prime Minister of Charles de Gaulle, to whom he succeeded in 1969, after his resignation after the events of 68; he left his place to Valéry Giscard d'Estaing after an interim by Alain Poher.

This magnificent montage contains photos of Charles de Gaulle, Valéry Giscard d'Estaing, and of course our star of the day, George Pompidou, with a detail of his bust in front of Poissy station.

It is therefore a photo montage that is offered to you, a kind of scrapbooking with the collage of the stamp on this montage.

I reassure you right away, it is without risk for this stamp, even if it has no value, since it is its protective bag that will be stuck.

The same principle will be respected for all philatelic objects.

This assembly is shown to you in view 1; it is also the article for sale.It is detailed in the following views.

It is a gift idea for art lovers and philatelists who will see aoriginal creation because it is a 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝓙ℱℬ

The printing is carried out on high quality photo paper (280 g per m2) and with immediate drying.

𝐎𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 7 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

They are taken from a catalog specialized in the subject, and this all over the world.

This rating appears in a purple box.

It is given for information.

Sources are available of course.

You can keep this assembly in a plastic pouch (which is supplied), and collect it in a filing cabinet. 

Another solution, put it in a frame to decorate your interior.

Thus it can be used as decoration in an entrance, a living room, a library, a dining room or a bedroom. It will be a work of art at a reasonable price, which you can offer, or offer yourself, whether you are a collector or not.

𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰.

The search criteria used: Mizar aluminum frame - Shiny naturalwith A4 photo mat: 8.26 x 11.69 inches (21 x 29.7 cm)

Of course this is only a suggestion, because you have to take into account your existing decoration, the frame colors that suit you, their material, their shape and the budget you want to devote to it.

In short, the choice is yours, you have to take this suggestion as the beginning of a track to follow.

This is why the 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃.

Shipping will be done in a rigid cardboard envelope, to prevent photo papers from being folded, and stamps damaged.

Mail will be followed so that you can follow the progress.

For any further information, you can of course contact me.eing folded, and stamps damaged.

A follow-up of the mail will be carried out so that you can follow the progress.

For any further information, you can of course contact me.

[astrolog-milosmusicki]

#andromeda The Chained Woman Andromeda, the original "maiden in distress" is #daughter of Cepheus, king of Ethiopeia, and his #wife Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia was proud of her daughter's beauty and boasted that Andromeda was more beautiful than the Sea Nymphs, the Nereids. Andromeda is chained to a rock and left to the mercy of the monster. The hero, Perseus, riding through the air on winged sandals, arrives at the scene and they fall in love. Perseus has a consultation with Cepheus and Cassiopeia, it is agreed that if he rescues their daughter he could marry her. The sea monster (Cetus) arrives and Perseus kills it by turning it to stone with the Medusa's Head #algol Perseus breaks the chains that bound Andromeda to the rock and frees her. The #wedding follows. Greek Andromeda is a compound of Greek aner, 'man', + -meda, the suffix -meda is from Greek medesthai, 'to be mindful of, give heed to, think on', or 'to meditate on', from Indo-European med-, 'To take appropriate measures'  According to #ptolemy all of the stars within the figure are of the nature of #venus The brightest #star of the constellation is Alpheratz, a 2nd magnitude double #star of #white and purplish #colour located in the head. It has a very fortunate influence and is renowned for attributing honour, harmony, popularity and wealth. Mirach, #yellow in colour, is a slightly less brilliant 2nd magnitude star situated near the top of the left thigh. It takes its name from the Arabic Mizar meaning 'Girdle'. Its influence is upon domestic matters and it is reported to give a happy marriage, a #love of home and personal #beauty The origin of its name has not been positively identified but it is thought to be from an #arabic phrase meaning 'the Woman's Foot'. Another 2nd magnitude star, it is connected with eminence and honour and is especially noted for its magnificent colours of #orange #emerald and #blue.  #astrolog_milosmusicki #traditional #astrology #galaxy #serbia #srbija #belgrade #beograd #2020 (at Belgrade, Serbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9rzXUEpVEp/?igshid=3ekeujh0c6d8

[gnomewithalaptop]

So I came to know u from the Transcendence-AU blog and ur fics (mainly ur TAU ones) on AO3. & I just gotta say,1st. "I loved the Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!" post u did (I thought I saw another one by u &/or someone else on the TAU blog, or maybe it was just that post I linked. Did u do another post like that 1, or was it just that one?) was super funny and detailed; I loved it, would read other post(s) like that 1. Will say the rest in other Ask(s). 1/?.

Hi! I think tumblr might've eaten the second half of your ask, but I'm so glad you liked the TAU dash sim post! I had a ton of fun making it :-) To answer your question, I only ever did the one -- you might be thinking of the @baelhunters tumblr account? I know that whole blog was basically a huge meta roleplay where they went deep into the Mizar the Magnificent analysis, though I don't think they've posted in a while

Other than that, if you're looking for social-media style fics, the ones I can name off the top of my head are Digital Demon by Gauvain, the Transcendence Chatroom series by Haberdasher, Oregon Nostalgia by Zillieannie, and Highlights from SGCC 3015 by MaryPSue (this last one's only partially epistolary, though I did reference some of the usernames in there in my dash sim post!)

[fumpkins]

The sky this week for July 6 to 15

Friday,July 6

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TheBig Dipper’s familiar shape lies high in the northwest as darkness falls these July nights. One of the summer season sky’s finest binocular double stars marks the bend of the Dipper’s deal with. Mizar shines at Second magnitude, some 6 times brighter than its 4th-magnitude buddy,Alcor Even though these 2 are not physically associated, they make a great sight through field glasses. (People with excellent vision frequently can divide the set without optical help.) A little telescope exposes Mizar itself as double– and these elements do orbit each other.

If you ever believed the Sun’s range regulated temperature levels here on Earth, today need to encourage you otherwise. Earth reaches its most remote point from the Sun at 1 p.m. EDT. At this so-called aphelion, the 2 lie 94.5 million miles (1521 million kilometers) apart, some 3.1 million miles (5.0 million km) further away than they were at perihelion in earlyJanuary The Northern Hemisphere’s warm temperature levels at this season emerge due to the fact that the Sun passes almost overhead at twelve noon; throughout winter season, the Sun hangs low in thesky

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Saturday,July 7

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MagnificentSaturn reached its peak 10 days earlier, when it appeared opposite the Sun in the sky, and our view of the ringed world stays magnificent. It is on screen almost all night amongst the background stars of northern Sagittarius, hanging in the southeastern sky as darkness falls and climbing up high in the south by midnight regional daytime time. Saturn continues to shine brilliantly, too, at magnitude 0.1. When seen through field glasses, you’ll discover the Trifid Nebula (M20) 4.2 ° to the west, with the even more vibrant Lagoon Nebula (M8) 1 ° south of theTrifid Open cluster M25 lives 4.2 ° northeast of the world and globular cluster M22 is 3.8 ° southeast of the ringed world. But the very best views of Saturn come through a telescope, which exposes the world’s 18″-diameter disk surrounded by a dramatic ring system that spans 42″ and tilts 26 ° to our view.

Sunday,July 8

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AlthoughJupiter reached opposition and peak exposure 2 months earlier, it stays a sensational sight from night golden till it sets around 2 a.m. regional daytime time. Jupiter shines at magnitude– 2.3 and controls the sky towards the south-southwest as golden deepens. The gas giant lives amongst the background stars of Libra the Scales, 2.1 ° northwest of Zubenelgenubi (Alpha[a] Librae). If you see the world through a telescope tonight, its disk periods 41″ and shows magnificent cloud-top information.

Monday,July 9

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Venus controls the western sky after sundown. The amazing item shines at magnitude– 4.1 amongst the background stars of westernLeo Venus appears 14 ° high an hour after sundown and sets quickly prior to 11 p.m. regional daytime time. And this night, the planetary system world fulfills Leo’s brightest star, 1st-magnitudeRegulus The world appears 1.1 ° north (to the upper right) of the star and shines more than 100 times brighter, so field glasses will supply the very best view of the combination. When seen through a telescope, Venus appears 17″ throughout and two-thirds lit.

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[dfroza]

Today’s reading in the ancient book of Psalms and Proverbs

for Wednesday, April 29 of 2020 with Psalm 29 and Proverbs 29, accompanied by Psalm 42 for the 42nd day of Spring and Psalm 120 for day 120 of the year

[Psalm 29]

A song of David.

Give all credit to the Eternal, O heavenly creatures;

give praise to Him for His glory and power.

Give to the Eternal the glory due His name;

worship Him with lavish displays of sacred splendor.

The voice of the Eternal echoes over the great waters;

God’s magnificence roars like thunder.

The Eternal’s presence hovers over all the waters.

His voice explodes in great power over the earth.

His voice is both regal and grand.

The Eternal’s voice shatters the cedars;

His power splinters the great cedars of Lebanon.

He speaks, and Lebanon leaps like a young calf;

Sirion jumps like a wild, youthful ox.

The voice of the Eternal cuts through with flames of fire.

The voice of the Eternal rumbles through the wilderness

with great quakes;

He causes Kadesh to tremble.

The Eternal’s voice brings life from the doe’s womb;

His voice strips the forest bare,

and all the people in the temple declare, “Glory!”

The Eternal is enthroned over the great flood;

His reign is unending.

We ask You, Eternal One, to give strength to Your people;

Eternal One, bless them with the gift of peace.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 29 (The Voice)

[Psalm 42]

Book Two

For the worship leader. A contemplative song of the sons of Korah.

My soul is dry and thirsts for You, True God,

as a deer thirsts for water.

I long for the True God who lives.

When can I stand before Him and feel His comfort?

Right now I’m overwhelmed by my sorrow and pain;

I can’t stop feasting on my tears.

People crowd around me and say,

“Where is your True God whom you claim will save?”

With a broken heart,

I remember times before

When I was with Your people. Those were better days.

I used to lead them happily into the True God’s house,

Singing with joy, shouting thanksgivings with abandon,

joining the congregation in the celebration.

Why am I so overwrought?

Why am I so disturbed?

Why can’t I just hope in God?

Despite all my emotions, I will believe and praise the One

who saves me and is my life.

My God, my soul is so traumatized;

the only help is remembering You wherever I may be;

From the land of the Jordan to Hermon’s high place

to Mount Mizar.

In the roar of Your waterfalls,

ancient depths surge, calling out to the deep.

All Your waves break over me;

am I drowning?

Yet in the light of day, the Eternal shows me His love.

When night settles in and all is dark, He keeps me company—

His soothing song, a prayerful melody to the True God of my life.

Even still, I will say to the True God, my rock and strength:

“Why have You forgotten me?

Why must I live my life so depressed, crying endlessly

while my enemies have the upper hand?”

My enemies taunt me.

They shatter my soul the way a sword shatters a man’s bones.

They keep taunting all the day long,

“Where is He, your True God?”

Why am I so overwrought,

Why am I so disturbed?

Why can’t I just hope in God?

Despite all my emotions, I will believe and praise the One

who saves me, my God.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 42 (The Voice)

[Psalm 120]

A Pilgrim Song

I’m in trouble. I cry to God,

desperate for an answer:

“Deliver me from the liars, God!

They smile so sweetly but lie through their teeth.”

Do you know what’s next, can you see what’s coming,

all you barefaced liars?

Pointed arrows and burning coals

will be your reward.

I’m doomed to live in Meshech,

cursed with a home in Kedar,

My whole life lived camping

among quarreling neighbors.

I’m all for peace, but the minute

I tell them so, they go to war!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 120 (The Message)

[Proverbs 29]

The one who remains defiant after repeated reprimands

will suddenly be shattered, and there will be no remedy for him.

When just leaders are in power, the citizens celebrate;

but when evil people gain control, their joys become moans.

An adult who loves wisdom and follows its ways gives his parents joy,

but one who hangs out with women of the street will lose everything.

A king brings stability to a land with his justice,

but one who makes unjust demands brings it to ruin.

The one who flatters his friend

is laying a trap that will catch his friend’s feet.

An evil person is sure to be trapped by his sin,

but a man who lives right is free to sing and be glad.

The just get involved with the poor and know their issues,

but the wicked cannot comprehend such concerns.

Mockers stir up a city and inflame passions,

but the wise know how to put out the fire and ease tensions.

When the wise go to court against a fool,

there will be ranting and raving but no resolution.

Bloodthirsty men despise those who are honest,

but the just find a way to help them.

A fool does not think before he unleashes his temper,

but a wise man holds back and remains quiet.

When it is known that a ruler listens to the words of liars,

soon he will have only scoundrels for advisors.

A poor man and his oppressor have this in common:

the Eternal created them and provides both with light and life.

The king who is fair in his treatment of the poor

will see his dynasty continue forever.

Corporal punishment and correction produce wisdom,

but a child left to follow his own willful way shames his mother.

When evil people are free to flourish, sin is on the rise,

but the just will surely see their destruction.

If you discipline your children, they will make your life easier

and refresh your soul.

Where there is no vision from God, the people run wild,

but those who adhere to God’s instruction know genuine happiness.

Words are not enough to correct a servant;

even if he understands, he will not respond.

Have you ever met someone who is overly eager to talk?

There is more hope for a fool than for him.

If you indulge your servant from early in life,

in the end it won’t go well for either of you.

A hot-head provokes quarrels,

and one mastered by anger commits all kinds of sins.

A person’s pride brings him down,

but one of humble spirit has a firm hold on honor and respect.

Anyone who teams up with a thief must despise his own life,

for he is bound by an oath to tell the truth and yet refuses.

If you fear other people, you are walking into a dangerous trap;

but if you trust in the Eternal, you will be safe.

Many people vie for special treatment from a ruler,

yet genuine justice proceeds from the Eternal.

The right-living are disgusted by the actions of the unjust;

likewise, the wicked are disgusted by the ways of the righteous.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 29 (The Voice)

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