#palaca

[lucidariuskochevski]

VIDEO - SPLIT KAKAV JE NEKAD BIO - "S.O.C." by Lucidarius Kochevski

[eopederson]

Lamp standard, former Royal Palace, Bucharest - (Lampa, fost Palat Regal, Bucuresti), 2024.

[dijetemjeseca]

Ivan Meštrović, Grgur Ninski, 1929., Split

[kotatsvn]

moodboards for some characters that have been rattling around in my brain for the past however many months... used milanote to make these :D <3

[allanodyne]

inside is everything we've missed

by AllanOdyne

[quitealotofsodapop]

Once Wukong us out form under the bed Redson definitely attaches himself to the monkey and, very gently (PIF had explained Uncle Wu is having a baby so he knows to be careful), starts headbutting him and lecturing him in his own baby bull way for "leaving me and Momma along and don't you ever go to sleep again!"

Mei is happy with her new chew toy in the form of Wukong's tail, much to her parents' combined amusement and horror. Wukong himself didn't seem to kind thank goodness.

referencing this previous post.

Awwwww

Wukong is hiding under the bed in Sandy's cabin, lying on his side with his back against the wall. He's almost shaking with the shock of not only being awakened from his deep sleep, but also the sights of what appeared to be his deceased Pilgrim brothers standing above him, in addition to his sister-in-law and a few dragons(?). It's a lot to take in.

And suddenly a familiar little flash of red scrambles under the bed to voice it's complaints.

Red son is headbutting Wukong as gently as he can to get his fury across. Red's mama warned him not to headbutt his uncle's tummy cus a baby is in there, so he keep bumping his rough forehead against the king's chest and shoulders in between his squeaky yelling.

Wukong tries to supress a massive smile on his face. Red is 100% his dage's child. Wukong gets a flood of guilt at the thoughts of how he'd left PIF all alone in those 500 years by sealing away her husband, sending away her son.

He becomes more resigned to staying under the bed for a bit longer...

Then he feels a very famililar "chomp!" on the end of his tail...

He yips at the sudden attack, head turning to see a humanoid dragon pup having joined them under the dim bunk; smiling with delight as her milk fangs dig into the Monkey King's tail.

Wukong's heart just explodes with adoration for the little pup. He just knows who this little one is.

Ao Lie had bitten his tail in very much the same fashion when they had a chance encounter in the palaca stables long before the Journey. A part of him now living on in this equally-adorable little girl.

Red is now headbutting his shoulder, now upset that he's "being ignored!". Wukong can't help but respond with an affectionate nudge of his snout against the calf's forehead. He whips his tail around so that the dragon pup can have something to play-fight with.

This softness, the playfullness, this... parental-ness, coming from the dreaded and feared Monkey King, completely throws the observering noodle shop gang for a loop.

PIF sighs with relief. Her brother-in-law is coming back to his old self already.

[fattievent]

Ja palaca zeby nie jesc:

[lakys-stuff]

Moj zivot je srušena palaca svake noći sanjam tvoje oci i pitam se kad cu da ih vidim moj zivot je palaca srušena i pitam se gdje si sad nestala jutro u tudjini iza zatvorenih vrata je tezak bez tvoga osmeha ej zivote sto si tako bolan da se budim i sanjam tvoje oci svake noći....

[witeksphotosart]

Examples of art from Vienna, Austria.

[christophermtaylor]

Bellevue Palace, Berlin

[eopederson]

Pináculo, palacio episcopal, Astorga, León, 2011.

[therooftopsofketterdam]

Inej quieted down, closing her eyes as Wylan finished his work and while she told him of food and home her thoughts returned to Ravka and a colorful painted wagon, warm fires and seashells strung up on twine and wire that hung like a curtain between the living and the sleeping area. A smile tugged on her lips as the memories warmed her, but there was still the ever present tug of pain inside her chest that came with thinking of the people she loved but couldn't reach. "I will make some for you, when we get back. I'm not as good a cook as my mother, but food made with good intentions can never be wrong." Her voice was quiet, but her eyes opened again, watching Wylan as he tied the last knot. She sat up slowly, flexing her arm, moving her leg and side. Hissing as the pain shot through her side. Inej would need to take it easy for a while, sitting up seemed to drain her of most of her energy already. Getting stabbed, nearly bleeding to death, climbing a shaft with an incinerator burning below her. Then coming home only to jump from one fight to another. She was exhausted.

Wylan seemed to recall similar, but less pleasant memories regarding van Eck. Anger boiled in her at the thought of a father treating his own child the way the merch had treated Wylan. Inej didn't dwell on the topic of his father, however, thinking back to places she visited. "Well, I've never been to the Fjerdan embassy." She joked weakly, then sighed, there was no map to show him. "We always traveled the same route, different carnivals are held through Ravka on different times in a year and we tried to make them. It was our way to make a living. Novo-Kribisk always had the biggest celebrations, the people there were happy to see us. They light braziers and fires all over the carnival and put powders into the flames that color it magenta, emerald and cobalt. We would travel along the coast along Urdova and , then pass over into Arkesk. We crossed into Fjerda to avoid the fold. Suli don't go through, we travel around it. Sometimes we would visit Halmhend there, in spring. After that we went along the fold, over Ulensk, Adena, Kibrisk and all the way back to Os Alta. The palaca always seemed to grand, though we never came near it." Her voice trailed off as she got lost in the story and places, remembering all her favorite things. "But most of all I liked Os Kervo. It's at the coast. I loved the tidepools as a child. The city seemed beautiful to me. We would practice on the sand and collect seashells while on our trips away from the encampment." She sighed, long and hard. "Do you have a favorite place to visit?"

@themerchliing

He listened quietly, hands still steady at work finishing the last of her stitching. A twist there and a snip there would wrap this up as neatly as he could manage. Inej painted a vivid picture of her past, one that Wylan could envision with such clarity that it felt like he’d stepped back in time and was also sitting down to dinner with her family. He’d never tasted skillet bread before; it sounded wonderful. The type of meal that could provide that warm and comforting feeling he’d so regularly chased as a young boy.

“I’ll need to try it one day. With all the trimmings.”

Setting down his scissors, Wylan took a moment to check each wound again, hoping that the others hadn’t come apart while he’d been fixing up the last. Fortunately, everything was holding. Their bandages were running low, but they could send out one of the Dregs to purchase them from the market — for now, it was best that they stayed out of the public eye while the heat was focused on them.

“I saw one while traveling with my father once. Back when he still thought I could be his heir. He took me with him on business trips.” His brows furrowed as he recalled the memory. They’d been on their way to one of the manufacturing plants under the Van Eck name and had passed by a Suli caravan traveling in the opposite direction.

“I remember liking the designs on it. There were so many bright colors that made it stand out on the road.” He’d been delighted to see it, thinking it was far more interesting to look at than the boring wagons they’d passed. Of course, his father had scoffed at it from his spot in the back of their carriage, saying that it was gaudy and an eyesore. Van Eck always seemed to have something negative to say about anything and everything going on around him.

“I find it all so fascinating,” Wylan continued with a slight nod, guiding his thoughts back to ones on a more positive note. “Did you travel to amazing places? Are there any that you remember fondly?”

@therooftopsofketterdam

[dijetemjeseca]

[theageofreawakening]

The Royal Palace by Tapio Salmela

[germany1900]

Heidelberg, Germany, 1950s

[esmitierra]

Episcopal Palace, Astorga, León, Castile and León, Spain. VIA.