🆃 Aus ASCII-Art, kurzen Fakten und Überlegungen zur Schreibmaschine habe ich ein Miniheft („Zine“) gestaltet. Macht sich sehr gut als kleines Geschenk für liebe Menschen. #typewriter
Made a #zine today about something that's been a going thing for quite a few weeks/months, even before the "I would like to make this" phase --
It's about a tiny raspberry bush at a bus stop, and how it's gotten me thinking.
https://taichara.smol.pub/raspberry%20ruminations.pdf
https://taichara.smol.pub/raspberry%20ruminations-Printable.pdf
The first link is a single-pages pdf. The second is formatted -- print double-sided, cut the stacked pages in half, put the half with covers on top, fold, staple.
#WomensEpics that need an English translation ASAP, round two:
- Catakantaravanan: a Tamil epic that elaborates on the Ramayana, but in this story, it is Sita who fights a demon king
- Matabagka Seeks the Deity of the Wind: epic from the Philippines about a girl's heroic journey (this one has an English translation, but only in a thesis manuscript in the UP library)
With a little shudder, followed by an even larger shiver, Tavi closed the thick old book he'd pulled from a high shelf and pledged quietly to never open it again.
He would keep it.
It was better if he knew where it was.
He knew what was in it now.
He knew that he could resist the temptation to-
Well a few more pages probably wouldn't hurt.
He wouldn't do anything with-
Better to really know what was in it.
He wouldn't-
He wouldn't open it again after this time, surely. But he'd keep it anyway, he'd-
Tavi sat quietly and read.
Despite the time of day and her need to get to the capital before nightfall, Brooke stopped to look at the little shaded stall set up beside the road.
Its owner was nowhere to be seen, but there was a little honor box with a sign that suggested payment be prompt and in full.
Brooke looked over the goods, debating. She didn't need the stardust or the moon water, nor did she need that much mint ever.
Whatever was in the old pickle jar also clearly wasn't for her, but Brooke didn't mind.
She dropped a coin in the box; she'd needed the break.
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When I was a child, I had childish things. But as I grew up, I was able to afford a lot more childish things. And now I have way, way more childish things. I cannot stress how much these childish things rule.
Today I remembered that I never posted this art on the Fediverse--then I cursed myself out because this, uh, THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN WAY MORE RELEVANT A FEW MONTHS AGO LOL
This is from 2021--while watching #Eurovision a buddy commented that the Italian bassist for Måneskin reminded him of (a darker) Mylene, so...I figured I'd use that as a warm-up at the time 😂 Tis why this is a very rough sketch. But I really liked doing it, and folks at the time did too. Plus, my buddy was happy
#NAANfanart #fanart #sketch #rkgk #anime #Macross #Macross7 #MacrossSeven #マクロス #マクロス7 #ミレーヌ・フレア・ジーナス #ミレーヌ
Everything was done, for the moment. Bay sat on a bench down by the water, waiting and wondering what would come next.
For an existence like Bay's, the next thing to be done might be in an hour or a month or a decade.
Bay had time.
Ducks swam along, against the current, and a flock of gulls yelled a short distance away in obvious disagreement over the snacks they'd found.
A lone dove landed at the other end of the bench and Bay considered it for a long moment.
When a car drove by, not long after, two doves flew away in opposite directions.
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"Now, now, my dear Alais, have a little patience. It will show itself in due time."
Patience? Patience, when they'd lost two days (days!) of lessons to wandering aimlessly through a crofter's fallow fields --
Rowan chuckled, pearl-white eyes alight with amusement, directing his student's attention to the sudden stillness. Still, and silent, except -- the speckled grasses swayed like a river --
"And that time is now.
"Mind its venom, when we strike."
#MicroPrompt (speckle)
Carefully, Lark wiped the morning's fingerprints from the perfect and clear glass sphere that sat on the counter near where they totaled up purchases.
It didn't have a whit of magic in it on its own; instead it would fill with the magic of its proper owner. Everyone touched it, of course, out of curiosity and the chance they might catch a glimpse of more than their own smudges.
So far, nobody had gotten more than a faint little curling wisp of possibility from it.
Oh, but when they did-
-Lark would adjust the price accordingly.
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