#sablier

[existingtm]

I just KNOW when we get the backstory for Luna, Faustina, The Shapeless One, and anyone else involved, it's gonna hit HARD.

I can taste it—this is the same author who gave us Sablier and everything leading up to it.

[audrey-gianelli]

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Si on m'annonçait que la fin du monde est pour demain. Je planterais quand même un arbre pourquoi ??? Tout simplement pour remercier ce que la nature m'a donné

If someone told me that the end of the world was for tomorrow. Why would I still plant a tree? Simply to thank what nature has given me

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スナドケイ

砂時計は、時間の経過を視覚的に測定および表示するために使用されるデバイスです。その特徴的なデザインと機能により、時間の経過を測定するシンプルで古典的な方法を提供します。

砂時計は、2 つのガラスまたはプラスチックの球状または円錐状��チャンバーで構成されています。これらのチャンバーは細いネックで接続されています。一方のチャンバーには砂または細かい粒子のような物質が充填されています。

砂時計は、時間を正確に測定するのではなく、時間の経過を概算するのに役立ちます。彼らは時間の経過を視覚的で直感的な方法で示し、タイマーや時計とは異なる魅力的な方法で時間を測定します。

歴史的には、砂時計は時間を追跡するための初期のデバイスの 1 つであり、航海、料理、ゲームのタイミングなどのさまざまな用途に使用されてきました。現代では、砂時計は装飾品やタイミング デバイスとして引き続き使用されており、そのシンプルでエレガントなデザインが好まれています。彼らはまた、時間の概念を教えるための教育ツールとしても役立ちます。

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[roberky]

Sablier ancien pour la décoration intérieure

Le sablier ancien, véritable relique du temps, s'invite désormais comme une pièce maîtresse incontournable pour sublimer la décoration intérieure. Bien plus qu'un simple instrument temporel, le sablier ancien ajoute une dimension d'élégance et d'histoire à n'importe quel espace. Découvrons comment cet objet intemporel devient le protagoniste de notre voyage dans le passé au cœur de notre décor quotidien.

Élégance Classique et Charme Vintage

Le sablier ancien, par son design classique, apporte une élégance intemporelle à la décoration intérieure. Ses courbes délicates et ses matériaux nobles évoquent un charme vintage qui transcende les tendances contemporaines. Que ce soit en cristal, en bois ou en métal, le sablier ancien devient un objet d'admiration, capturant l'attention et ajoutant une touche de sophistication à n'importe quel endroit où il repose.

Symbolique et réflexion du temps écoulé

Au-delà de son esthétique, le sablier ancien porte une symbolique profonde. Il devient le reflet tangible du temps qui s'écoule, incitant à la réflexion et à l'appréciation du présent. Placé stratégiquement sur une étagère, une table basse ou un bureau, le sablier ancien devient une invitation à la contemplation, rappelant que chaque grain de sable représente un moment précieux de notre existence.

Le sablier ancien n'est pas simplement un objet de décoration, mais une passerelle vers l'élégance classique et la réflexion du temps. Son charme vintage et sa symbolique profonde en font bien plus qu'un simple accessoire, mais une pièce qui raconte une histoire. Ainsi, en intégrant un sablier ancien dans votre décoration intérieure, vous initiez un voyage temporel où le passé et le présent se rencontrent, créant une atmosphère empreinte de grâce et de signification.

[asterparfait]

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[mushroompollution]

The pair are setting up to play a video game together when Elliot's phone rings. "Oh what now," he complains as he fishes the device out of his pocket, only to sigh heavily. "Hold on, it's my sister," he says with a roll of his eyes before he answers.

Leo knows what that means. He settles back against his pillow and opens his book, getting comfortable. It'll be a while.

Those two could chat for hours, depending what all she had to talk about. And since it's been over two weeks since their last conversation, that would probably be a lot.

Though he does love to eavesdrop, Leo also respects his friend's privacy over anyone else's. He tries his best to tune him out and focus on the written words before him instead, but Elliot's loud voice and the way he paces across their room as he talks are hard to ignore. The valet is just about to leave for the common room when he hears the subject shift to a sensitive topic.

"It's not about short notice, damn it, I'm saying-- No! I don't want to go out with her at all! Just because we danced at my stupid birthday doesn't mean-- I don't care that you already sent a letter of approval, I said I'm not interested!! Because I just got-- I-- UGH--"

But by the sound of it, by pure coincidence, Vanessa must have approved a formal courting request. A tactic she often used, by approving and setting dates up for him, Elliot had a much harder time avoiding them. Not without making his family look unreliable and disrespectful, at least.

Leo sighs to himself. Elliot hadn't told his sister anything about Marcel, not about their dates or their breakup. She would overreact, and it would be humiliating if we didn't last, Elliot had insisted. Leo supposed that had been a good call.

Elliot's voice raises as he continues to argue with his sister. "Of COURSE I care about our future lineage, but it's not like it matters right fucking now!!!!! I'm not getting married when I'm still in school, so can you PLEASE back the fuck off?!! No, fuck that!!! I've already got Leo, WHY would I need ANYONE else right now?????? What do you mean what does he-- THAT'S NOT WHAT I-- URRRRGH FUCK YOU!!!!"

He does manage to control himself enough to hit End Call before those last two words. He hurls his phone as hard as he can, at least having the foresight to aim for his pillow.

On his own bed, Leo gives an impressed whistle. He mouths the word "wow" and gives a sarcastic little applause. His friend snaps a furious "SHUT UP!!!" in response.

"so you don't need anyone but me, huh~?" Leo teases. Despite his lighthearted tone, those words seem to resonate inside of him, a haunting, disarming echo.

But Elliot is still on his tirade. "No! Fuck you!! I know what I said and I meant it!!" he yells, doubling down. And Leo does shut up. "I'm sick of dating, and I'm especially sick of formal courting performative BULLSHIT. I don't want to waste my time on some awkward fucking evening with somebody I barely know, who either doesn't give a SHIT about me, or doesn't respect himself enough to speak up when he's unhappy. I'm MUCH happier right here, ordering some fucking delivery, and watching movies all weekend. THAT'S what I want in a relationship!!!!!!! But no, it's all 'everything changes or nothing does,' that's BULLSHIT. I don't WANT everything to change, I like THIS--"

Behind his glasses, Leo's eyes go wide.

"I don't need dates when all I look forward to is getting home to the one person on this miserable fucking planet who actually respects what I--"

But Leo doesn't really hear the rest of that rant. Elliot's voice is eclipsed by something else, that post that Leo had saved on his other, hidden blog.

He doesn't really know what he's doing.

But he sets the book aside and swallows down the lump inside his throat. Elliot's still carrying on as he slides from his bed, walking just a couple steps to catch the other man as he paces by with a firm hand on his shoulder. In one decisive motion, with no time to look back, he yanks his friend down to eye-level by his sleeve, and catches his lips mid-rant.

And just like last time, everything seems to stand still.

Elliot goes completely frozen at first, shocked and confused. But in a matter of seconds, he wraps his arms tight around his valet, pulling him so, so close, with one hand buried in that mess of thick, black hair. Leo's hand shakes on his shoulder. A quiet, contented moan slips from one of them. Elliot takes a step back, the other man still held tight against him, and the back of his leg hits the matress. The two fall into his bed, wrapped in each other, as they both try to selfishly devour this moment.

Finally, though, they separate, both struggling to catch their breath as the weight of their actions settles over them.

"W-what the hell...?" Elliot breathes. He keeps his arms around the smaller man, looking past disheveled bangs and thick glasses into a terrified night sky.

"y-you wouldn't shut up," Leo's response earns a look, and he knows how bad his friend wants to hit him.

Good.

That means that nothing's different.

"So you kissed me?!" though he sounds exasperated, Elliot doesn't yell.

Leo wants to look away. He wants to hide. To run away.

But he has to accept that he won't be comfortable sometimes, doesn't he?

He takes a deep breath.

"did you mean what you said?"

Elliot searches his face for some clue. "Which part?" he asks breathlessly.

"all of it." Leo does glance away, but he forces himself to look back into those blue skies again. "but mostly. that you're happier here..."

Elliot's grip on him tightens up, for just a second. That little squeeze makes Leo's chest hurt in an unfamiliar way.

"Yeah," his tone is gentle, especially compared to his previous tirade. "Of course I meant it. I meant every fucking word. As much fun as that first date was, I was so relieved to get home, get out of those clothes, and just. Talk shit. With you."

"but you kissed me instead..."

"I needed to know..."

Leo finally can't take it, pressing his head under his friend's chin. "i don't want everything to change. i really like the way that we are."

Elliot feels his stomach sink, but confusion rise. "Then why did you--"

"because now i know i want to kiss you, too."

A moment of silence falls, and Elliot gives him another gentle squeeze. Leo feels like he might break in two.

"Okay, but... Why does everything have to change?" Elliot asks, cautiously. The silence threatens to build again. "I know what we talked about. I know the rules and the traditions, and bullshit. I know we'd have to keep it-- keep this-- secret. But..." He takes a deep breath. "I don't like PDA anyway. And I have a feeling you don't either."

Leo shakes his head against the other man's chest.

"Yeah. Exactly. Why do we have to call it 'dating'? Why do we have to call it anything?"

Slowly, Leo looks up at him, eyes wide again.

"what about your duty to your family....?"

Elliot sighs. "I don't know. But I know I'm not interested in seeing anyone else right now, and. Look... When we were at Gil's last week, we uh. Talked. About lineage and... Stuff. About those expectations, and how whatever I do won't exactly be traditional anyway. So. I don't know. I don't want it to fall on Vanessa alone, but maybe I don't have to resign myself to marrying someone I don't want to be around, either."

Finally, Leo can't help but smile. "a lifelong bachelor, with his faithful valet, huh?"

"It's not like Fred was married. Claude was engaged, but I don't think Ernest was settling down soon. So..."

Silence, again. "so nothing changes. except..."

"We just add. Kissing, sometimes."

"in private."

"Obviously."

Leo takes in a deep, deep breath. "i want that," he admits, for the first time.

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i just finished reading Mr. Rowl and MY GOD I am in love with D.K. Broster's writing. Anyone who's read The Flight of the Heron or enjoyed historical fiction NEEDS to check out my dearest Mr. Rowl, cross-dressing Honour-is-his-middle-name in-need-of-a-father-figure French prisoner-of-war boy in 1813.

Sadly not as much implied queer romance as The Flight of the Heron but a sailor does try to kiss our boy dressed as a woman.

[difranco]

Attention role players!!!

I welcome you to come join our Vanitas no Carte and Pandora Hearts crossover college AU discord server!

[lightcreators]

@gloomy-glen

Feelings were a domain in which sadly for everyone he had no measure --- for little experience of something called an emotion could be experienced within his persona. For sure, inside another time period, back when he was envious of all the noblesse realm could brought upon people meanwhile he was an outcast, when he was searching hopelessly acceptance somewhere and blamed circumstances concerning his birth who locked an entire world to his doorsteps, he had partial remembrances to have experienced that same state. Though, memories stayed very away, within that distance when he couldn’t catch them, in which even smaller recollections left him emotionless at best. Maybe, during that time, fragments of his heart could have been saved --- or maybe always had been damned to becoming a silent executioner of the world who found no real interest into it for deciding, all by himself, to deciding how the clock should turn, regardless if it was against all laws. Did it was matter by the end of the day? Did his actions will troubling whatever sleep he might have? Did he would express apologies within his bored consideration of the world he was living? No. Question wasn’t directly asked, but did he was troubled concerning Lacie? Did he had these deranging emotions of guilt about what he repeatedly exposed to him, meanwhile he refused to believe someday he would lose her to some Abyss and was fated of disappearance? He didn’t have to listen to the Will of the Abyss. Actually, he didn’t cared about the Abyss’s needs, whatever how off world dimension it remained screaming of loneliness, when determination remained to giving that dimension all wrong in one manner of another. Taking revenge in same manner eventually he managed to achieve it in middle of noblesse spheres.

Though, within sympathetic smile he was expressing, inside manipulative move to bring reassurance, casual brightness resonated an couple of seconds … before somewhere boredom of the mask seemed to briefly expose, when green eyes illuminated with seriousness. Internally, a mocking condescending sigh was swallowed back as easily it was come. ❝ You have people who care about your well-being you know. How sad your expression must be, fulfilled inside your thoughts, and must of course to be perceived by people around you. ❞  Meanwhile he was talking, he was remembering himself all always serious his father’s look had been towards him, how heaviness between them each other was echoing each instant. How he had been embraced by the nice sentiment of hatred in middle of balls, and various noble reunions, when every time his smile sparked with more illumination, when every time he was swallowing back negative emotions wrapped his own being. How impression of victory he gained concerning his own life had been robbed by the light of his existence. Oh, so many people within nobles were worried each time his expression diverged of usual brightness, or even remained uncomfortable by his somewhere lack of consideration by remaining smiling even in serious conversations … It was so pleasant. It was nice flattery. All these women thinking he could be a private prince charming … All the nobles anchoring themselves towards how illuminated he sensed to be. They were boring. ❝ I have experienced what you’re currently experiencing right now, and I can be your shoulders in the darkness if you want~❞  It was the closeness of the truth he will allow himself to say. ❝ People will notice how different you are, hence you need a valuable fire’s candle for avoid anything tarnish your family name. ❞ 

[mayoiayasep]

DID BREAK KILL ALICE ????? ? ?

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[jaiinakuroce]

Being creative is amazing yet awful. I have to finish the rewrite of my novel before the end of March, and here I am, writing a Good Omens fanfiction and planning another one, planning the rewrite of another first draft I finished, and starting to write scenes for a third novel (inspired by a GO fanfic).

[elegyofthemoon]

me rewatching fena is half ooo daydream inspo and half "i want the ph reboot so bad" its giving me vidual ideas of how id like ph to be but itll never happen so i have to sit in a corner and cry instead

[chilled-ice-cubes]

the irony is insane. my heart hurts.....jack just go to therapy! get grief counseling! 😭

[asterparfait]

i cant believe its been so long since ive drawn oz

[kiwisharku]

Accidents Happen.