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irish-dress-history · 3 months

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Irish dress history sources online:

A list of sources for Irish dress history research that free to access on the internet:

Primary and period sources:

Text Sources:

Corpus of Electronic Texts (CELT): a database of historical texts from or about Ireland. Most have both their original text and, where applicable, an English translation. Authors include: Francisco de Cuellar, Luke Gernon, John Dymmok, Thomas Gainsford, Fynes Moryson, Edmund Spenser, Laurent Vital, Tadhg Dall Ó hUiginn

Images:

The Edwin Rae Collection: A collection of photographs of Irish carvings dating 1300-1600 taken by art historian Edwin Rae in the mid-20th c. Includes tomb effigies and other figural art.

National Library of Ireland: Has a nice collection of 18th-20th c. Irish art and photographs. Search their catalog or browse their flickr.

Irish Script on Screen: A collection of scans of medieval Irish manuscripts, including The Book of Ballymote.

The Book of Kells: Scans of the whole thing.

The Image of Irelande, with a Discoverie of Woodkarne by John Derricke published 1581. A piece of anti-Irish propaganda that should be used with caution. Illustrations. Complete text.

Secondary sources:

Irish History from Contemporary Sources (1509-1610) by Constantia Maxwell published 1923. Contains a nice collection of primary source quotes, but it sometimes modernizes the 16th c. English in ways that are detrimental to the accuracy, like changing 'cote' to 'coat'. The original text for many of them can be found on CELT, archive.org, or google books.

An Historical Essay on the Dress of the Ancient and Modern Irish By Joseph Cooper Walker published 1788. Makes admirable use of primary sources, but because of Walker's assumption that Irish dress didn't change for the entirety of the Middle Ages, it is significantly flawed in a lot of its conclusions. Mostly only useful now for historiography. I discussed the images in this book here.

Chapter 18: Dress and Personal Adornment from A Smaller Social History of Ancient Ireland by P. W. Joyce published 1906. Suffers from similar problems to An Historical Essay on the Dress of the Ancient and Modern Irish.

Consumption and Material Culture in Sixteenth-Century Ireland Susan Flavin's 2011 doctoral thesis. A valuable source on the kinds of materials that were available in 16th c Ireland.

A Descriptive Catalogue of the Antiquities in the Museum of the Royal Irish Academy Volumes 1 and 2 by William Wilde, published 1863. Obviously outdated, and some of Wilde's conclusions are wrong, because archaeologists didn't know how to date things in the 19th century, but his descriptions of the individual artifacts are worthwhile. Frustratingly, this is still the best catalog available to the public for the National Museum of Ireland Archaeology. Idk why the NMI doesn't have an online catalog, a lot museums do nowadays.

Volume I: Articles of stone, earthen, vegetable and animal materials; and of copper and bronze

Volume 2: A Descriptive Catalogue of the Antiquities of Gold in the Museum of the Royal Irish Academy

A Horsehair Woven Band from County Antrim, Ireland: Clues to the Past from a Later Bronze Age Masterwork by Elizabeth Wincott Heckett 1998

Jewellery, art and symbolism in Medieval Irish society by Mary Deevy in Art and Symbolism in Medieval Europe- Papers of the 'Medieval Europe Brugge 1997' Conference (page 77 of PDF)

Looking the part: dress and civic status and ethnicity in early-modern Ireland by Brid McGrath 2018

Irish Mantles, English Nationalism: Apparel and National Identity in Early Modern English and Irish Texts by John R Ziegler 2013

Dress and ornament in early medieval Ireland - exploring the evidence by Maureen Doyle 2014

Dress and accessories in the early Irish tale, ‘The Wooing of Becfhola’ by Niamh Whitfield 2006

A tenth century cloth from Bogstown Co. Meath by Elizabeth Wincott Heckett 2004

Tertiary Sources:

Medieval Ireland: An Encyclopedia edited by Sean Duffy published 2005

Re-Examining the Evidence: A Study of Medieval Irish Women's Dress from 750 to 900 CE by Alexandra McConnell

#resources #dress history #irish dress #irish history #early medieval #bronze age #textile history #late medieval #16th century #historical dress

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inexplicifics · 27 days

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hey! I just saw you have a map for AW fans? Literally the coolest thing ever! :D I’d love to be added: Brugg AG, Switzerland

I absolutely adore your AU and characterizations, it brings me so much joy I cannot put into words how much happiness reading your fics gives me, especially with winter being extra hard on my depression and uni stress❤️ thank you so much for sharing your writing with the world, it’s an absolute joy!🥹❤️🥰

Hello in Brugg!

I am so glad my work can help with your stress!

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eopederson · 8 months

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Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen, Typewriter Eraser Scale X, Sculpture Garden, National Gallery of Art, National Mall, Washington DC, 2000.

How many people remember what this represents? Perhaps they still exist, but in the age of computers it is easier to make a whole new corrected copy than to erase and retype in order to correct an error. Similar statues by Oldenburg and van Brugge can be found at Seattle Center and in Las Vegas.

#art #sculpture #typewriter eraser #claes oldenburg #coos van bruggen #sculpture garden #national gallery of art #national mall #washington dc #2000 #photographers on tumblr

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garadinervi · 1 year

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Vifa. Farbenmischbuch der Farbenfabrik Vindonissa AG, Brugg, Vindonissa AG, Brugg, 1956

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#graphic design #pattern #geometry #catalogue #catalog #cover #vindonissa ag #1950s

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hakodate-division · 1 year

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"The little things in life are sometimes the most important."

Introduction

Ted Bridges is the second member of the Hakodate Division rap battle team, Kuma no ie. He is known by his MC name, Teddy. A former veteran in the Canadian army, Ted retired from military service after WWIII ended and vowed to give up violence. After the death of his beloved wife, he fled to Hakodate and now lives a quiet life in the mountains with his son. But what will happen when unfortunate circumstances force him to give up his life of peace and take up arms again?

A heavily-built man in his late 30s with a rugged mountain-man appearance, Ted is a lot heavier and taller than most men. He has very noticeable muscles on his arms and chest due to his time serving in the army, and his current life as a mountain man. He has brown eyes and bright red hair that is cut short. His hair color is not natural, as he dyed it, along with his eyebrows, a different color when he escaped to Hakodate. He also has some peach fuzz growing on his chin. His body is riddled with faded scars, most of which he got while wrestling with bears up in the mountains. A few are from his time serving in the military. The most noticeable one is the one on his face across the bridge of his nose.

For his attire, he wears a tight black muscle shirt that outlines the muscles on his chest. Over it, he wears a brown leather military jacket that is unbuttoned. On his bottom, he wears a pair of black jeans and a pair of brown boots with matching-colored socks. Around his neck, he wears a dog tag that is also from his time in the military. And around his head is a black bandana. In one of the pockets of his jacket is a gold locket, which is a memento from his wife.

Name Meaning

Ted - 'Wealthy guardian. Also an abbreviation of Theodore.'

Bridges - 'variant of Bridge. In some cases, this name denoted someone from the Flemish city of Bruges (Brugge) in Belgium meaning ‘bridges’ which had extensive trading links with England in the Middle Ages.'

Aliases

"The Bear"

Dad/Father/Papa - His son

Teddy - His wife

Ted-san - Kotan

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 38

Birthday - March 23rd

Ethnicity - American Canadian

Hair Color - Bright Red (Dyed)

Eye Color - Dark Brown

Height - 209 cm/6'10"

Weight - 134 kg/295 lb.

Star Sign - Aries

Piercings - None

Markings - Multiple scars on the majority of his body, most of which are faded. He also has a bear tattoo on his upper right arm, and one covering the majority of his back.

Family

Mother (Deceased)

Father (Deceased)

Wife (Deceased)

Son

Voiced By - ZORN (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - Teddy

Occupation - Lumberjack

Division - Hakodate

Position - Second Member

Favorite Food - Grilled Fish

Least Favorite Food - Sauerkraut

Likes - Peace, the mountains, his work, cold mornings, his son, his wife, bears, the Ainu people, sunsets, cold beer after a hard day's work, brewing his own beer, Nature, solitude

Dislikes - Violence, thinking about his past, anything related to Chuohku, anything that disturbs his peaceful life, harm to his son, noise pollution, poachers, disrespect to bears

Hypnosis Microphone

Ted's Microphone is a gold condenser microphone on a silver stand. The mic, itself, takes the form of a labrys, a double-bladed axe, and the mic appears in the middle of the blades.

His Speaker takes the form of a gold heart-shaped locket, similar to the one he keeps in his coat pocket. When he begins rapping, it opens up, revealing a speaker inside.

His rap ability, Heart of the Mountains, drastically increases Ted's defense, protecting him from minor blows from his opponents. He can keep this ability active for as long as he wants, but the longer it's active, the more stamina and energy he uses up.

Ted's rap themes are centered around his life, and his desire to keep it as peaceful as he can. He often raps about incidents from his past that have shaped him into the man that he is. He also mentions the love he has for his life, his family, Hakodate, and Japan, as a whole.

Personality

To say that Ted is an intimidating figure would be putting it lightly. He is quite scary when angered and his large stature doesn't exactly help matters. He doesn't make attempts to hide his disliking for people strangers or people who he feels are attempting to ruin the peaceful life he has made with his son. An excellent judge of character, he can easily discern what kind of character a person is just from their look or stance alone. It has caused him to chase more than a few people off the mountains where he lives.

Once a decorated war hero who made a name for himself during the Third World War, Ted was known as a remorseless and cold soldier. His fury in battle, as well as his appearance, gave him the moniker, "The Bear". However, he was also known to be very cautious, often taking precautions in battle. It was this behavior that caused the death of one of his closest war buddies, whom Ted feels he could have saved if he had been more aggressive. After witnessing the horrors brought on by conflict, the gruff man eventually resigned and went on to start a family. From then on, he was known for his kind, yet firm demeanor and humbleness.

Knowing what it's like to go into battle and have to kill, Ted strongly dislikes senseless violence and has an extreme disliking for killing. That's not to say that he doesn't enjoy a good brawl now and then. In his spare time when he is not working as a woodsman, he'll often be found wrestling with some of the bears found in the mountains, considering it a good sport. Also, whenever he comes across poachers or people who seek to do him or his son harm, he always hurts them to the point where they get the message to not return to the mountains again. Usually, one well-placed punch is enough for most people to get the message.

Underneath his rough demeanor, Ted is a loving father who only cares for the well-being of his son. Though it takes a while to earn his trust, he is known to be a good friend to many. He automatically befriended the Ainu people living in the valley below the mountains when he saved a bear cub from a bunch of poachers. This caused the Ainu people to see the foreign lumberjack as one of them. And though he didn't have to, he saved Kokomi when she was injured, nursing her back to health, which earned him her friendship and admiration.

Another aspect of Ted is his hatred for anything involving Chuohku. He dislikes the matriarchal government due to the fact that he blames them for the death of his wife. Though Chuohku insists that her death was a "workplace accident", Ted firmly believes that she was killed for less-than-honorable reasons. He now dislikes anything to do with them. Despite that, he hasn't done anything to directly oppose them, not caring at all what they do so long as they leave him and his son alone.

Background

*Coming soon*

Trivia

Though he owns a chalet to sleep in, he often chooses to sleep outside, feeling more at peace on the ground.

He ferments and creates his own type of beer, which is a hit for the people of Hakodate and the surrounding cities. He refuses to give up the recipe or market it.

His birthday is the same day as 'World Bear Day'.

As stated, he often spends his free time wrestling bears. Out of 200 matches, 199 of them have been won in his favor. The only one that wasn't was declared a 'draw'.

Though he has no solid proof, Ted believes that his wife was approached by Chuohku because she had the ability to "speak" to animals, as if able to understand what they were saying. He often worries that his son has the same ability, which was one of the reasons he moved to Hakodate from Okinawa.

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #hypnosis mic #ted bridges #hakodate division #character bio

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Maybe you can do “Do you like what you see?” “You know I always do” with Cahir and Nevinna?

The water of the river is cold, something you’ve quickly become used to on your travels, but that never stops your skin from tingling at the sensation, This lake, at least, if far enough from any trail that you can rest easy knowing you can wade in the water without interruption. Cahir is quick to join you in shedding his clothing and walking into the water to bathe for the first time this week.

That was also new, as you’d become accustomed to bathing much more often than that; making it routine to soak with aromatic herbs and avoid the bustling noise of Brugge. You lean back, letting the water consume your hair and clean away the dirt and grime. You dip yourself under the water, wiping at your face gently with your hands, hoping for clean and settling on not dirty.

When you resurface, you feel Cahir’s eyes on you immediately, watching you with all the love on the continent behind them. It’s sweet, you think, how innocent and boyish he can be around you, how different things could have been in another life.

“What are you looking at?” you ask, coyly.

“I’m only looking at you, love.” he says back simply.

It’s then that a little bit of old insecurities seep into you. It’s not that you were ever the most concerned about your appearance, but you hadn’t brushed your hair in ages and you now slept most nights on a bedroll in the woods. What a mess you must look like.

“Do you like what you see?” you ask, just before dunking yourself back further into the water, submerging half of your face.

Cahir chuckles, and swims over to you, strong lean arms wrapping around you under the water and pressing you close.

“You know I always do,” he muses, kisses the top of your head, “And I think I particularly like seeing you like this.”

A peel of laughter leaves your lips, and you splash at him before planting your hands on his chest.

“I quite like what I’m looking at as well,” you conclude.

#cahir imagine #cahir x reader #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader #cahir x nevinna

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lostxndbroken · 10 months

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GIVEN/BIRTH NAME: Balzac CHOSEN NAME: Ambrose Chamillet NICKNAME/ALIASES: Unknown FACE-CLAIM: Ben Barnes GENDER: Male AGE: Around the age of 70 a 80 (depends on the storyline) BIRTHDATE: 28th of October ZODIAC: Scorpio RACE: Human / Mage SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English

HEIGHT: 5 feet 9 WEIGHT: 179 lbs BODY TYPE: Fit but slim SKIN TONE: Fair POSTURE: Confident / cocky EYE COLOR: Dark brown / Black HAIR COLOR: Black BIRTHMARKS: - TATTOOS: - PIERCINGS: - SCARS: -

LIKES: Chase his ambitions, getting what he wants and desires, learning new things, reading, observe, being right, teasing, DISLIKES: His past, being interrupted, lack of control, passive people HOBBIES: Reading, studying, HABITS: To come MORAL: Neutral Evil MOTIVATION: Gain power and knowledge DISCOURAGEMENT: There is rarely something that discourages him CONFIDENT LEVEL: Very confident GREATEST FEAR/PHOBIA: Of achieving nothing PARENTS: Edith (Mother), biological father unknown SIBLINGS: Thomas (older half-brother) OFFSPRING: None OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: He was a bastard and was named and treated as such OCCUPATION: Mage, adversary CLOSE FRIENDS: Unknown RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homosexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL/SEXUAL ROLE: Depends on the trust he has with someone TURN ON’S: Rough play TURN OFF’S: To come LOVE LANGUAGE: To come RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: To come STRENGTHS: To come WEAKNESSES: - PHYSICAL HEALTH: Good MENTAL HEALTH: Damaged

Active, adaptable, admirable, adventurous, alert, athletic, attractive, charming, clever, decent, discreet, decisive, calm, focused, knowledge, observant, neat, organized, passionate, precise, planful, patient, resourceful, sexy, skillful, sociable, tasteful, well-read, witty, youthful.

Ambitious, aggressive, artful, boyish, businesslike, busy, complex, deceptive, determined, proud, reserved, stylish, tough

Abrasive, angry, apathic, arrogant, brutal, calculating, cold, cruel, deceitful, demanding, destructive, devious, dishonest, disloyal, hateful, hedonistic, obsessive, petty, sadistic, scheming, selfish, strong-willed, vindictive.

He is a charming man, who also knows how to use his charms in his favor. There is even some chaos/magic to words for those who need a little extra persuasion.

Ambrose is in general a patient man, but he is competitive, always hungry for knowledge. His curiosity made him experienced in all kinds of magic that in general he and the mages aren't allowed or are unwise to use. He perfected it for himself.

Don't cross him, because he never forgives and never forgets. Even if he says that one is forgiven, depending on what the other did, he rarely to never forgives.

Mentioning his past is a NO GO! He will avoid, but he depending on the mention, he will make them pay. If one was the cause of his misfortune in the past, he will come for revenge, one way or the other. Silently plotting and scheming, making sure it is absolutely perfect.

Ambrose is a perfectionist, neat, organized. He hates it when people move his things, when things aren't returned to their original spot. Depending the role he's playing, he often keeps this buried deep because it can interfere with his plans to be so controlling.

He holds grudges that don't fade. Ambrose will make pipes from the bones of those who crossed him the most.

His real name isn't Ambrose, it is a name he came up with once he graduated at Ban Ard, a mages school located at Kaedwen.

His true name is Balzac, a humiliating name for a boy who is born a bastard. His mother had an affair and he was a result to that. His non-biological father demanded this to be his name.

As he grew up he was humiliated over and over, mostly by his father. He was abusive to him, but not to his older half-brother. Balzac did all the dirty chores and had the least food. He was bullied for his name at home and the rest of the village (Kernow - in Brugge, near Sodden).

Balzac's childhood was anything but happy. He was punished for doing things wrong, never awarded for doing something right. It didn't matter what he did, his father would lash out at him. The man eventually got so angry that he ruined Balzac's hand. It had to be amputated.

Someone visited Kernow and laid eyes on the mangled young man and asked the boy if he wanted to do something useful with his life. Balzac didn't even know what that was going to be, but he said yes anyway. He became a student at Ban Ard, an all boys school to become a sorcerer. With one hand that was a challenging chore, but he was a natural and very driven.

Of course, there he was humiliated as well by some of his fellow students. Teachers weren't always nice to him either, but they saw potential in him, even if he had only one hand.

As he graduated, 12 years later. His ability to reproduce was cut off, his hand and other imperfections were fixed. Since he had been studying with one hand and a stump, he learned to do magic with one hand. He also changed his name to Ambrose Chamillet, which mean immortal charm.

Even when he was graduated, he never stopped learning to use his chaos. It was an obsession. He learned all kinds of magic, elemental magic, but also special kinds, forbidden kinds.

Chasm magic

Curse magic

Hemokineses

Dark magic

Fire magic

Geotia

Rune magic

#〘 head canon: ambrose chamillet 〙#〘 ambrose chamillet 〙#〘 head canon 〙#〘 verses & au's: ambrose chamillet 〙

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restless-witch · 2 years

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varieties of exile - geraskier in drabbles - pt 3

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated T for briefly mentioned sex / Incomplete

She was getting better at dismissing the flutter down her body that drew her closer to Geralt- she was. After the damned dragon hunt, she'd braced herself against it and had an infuriating two months where her spine was tauter than a nocked bowstring ready to sail her back to her witcher.

In retrospect, she really should have known better than to coil the tie herself in: there was a reason the rectors of Aretuza imparted the early lesson of accepting the impact of a blow and relaxing back into it. Rather foolishly, it took a private drunken bender for her to lick her wounds and realize that trying to banish the pull was only hurting her more. In her mind she could see it, now that she knew what to look for, and she slowly began stretching and spinning the bond until the hazy wooly ropey thing transmuted into a thin thread. Finer and more elastic than spider silk. She was proud of it, she wondered if Triss would find it a pleasing use of her skills.

She wondered if Geralt's side was still thorny and strong or if it truly was like roving spun into thread between them: if the twisting and stretching on her side extended all the way in the gulf between them. She doesn't even think of him most weeks now, which brings a strange kind of relief when she thinks of it, there'd been a period where she couldn't go more than a month or so without a torrid night of his teeth on her breasts.

Still, she's a reasonable woman: she's sorted this out on her side and she needs to know if glancing on the witcher's face is going to reverse all her hard work. If the world isn't big enough for her to avoid Fringilla, it's certainly not big enough for her to avoid Geralt forever. She'd rather know now if this is going to forever be a work in progress (the kind of project she hates, but can't deny the necessity of). Yennefer had a fortnight before she's due to harvest some Skelligan woodlice, the perfect task she could do while re-spinning the connection if she has to, she could smash a few too if Geralt really pissed her off.

She thought about tugging on the thread to figure out where Geralt was, but decided that ran the chance of pulling him to her, so instead she picked through a chest of hers until she found a shirt he'd left behind ages ago. Yes, she could still feel the faint tether of ownership she could use to guide a portal. She brewed a cup of milky sage and sassafras and peered into the depths- oh he was at a fair, how delightful, how odd. It was good she checked ahead, she'd rather not tromp through the mud in slippers.

She folded the shirt as small as she could and set it in the bottom of her basket, she took a long steady breath, and stepped through the portal she called forth-

to find herself across the stream from a fete in the Brugge backwoods. A rather dangerous place for Geralt to be if her memories of the pogroms are correct (and they are), not particularly safe for her either but with her simple frock and portaling beside a rather gorgeous willow... well.

She drew her shawl further over her hair and strolled over the hopping stones into the crowd.

The crowd seemed unusually large for a handful of pageant wagons, but as she drew closer she could hear the rounded lilt of Redanians. It must've been the Oxenfurt caravan- a novelty this far west especially so close to Lammas. She hedged her way through the fair ground, nimbly jumping over the wheat husks strewn among the audience as was customary, glancing around the market stalls which had cropped up and the archery contest and the puppet shows and wagon stages. She idled for a few hours, drifting between watching men emerge from the tents for the different competitions and the steady stream of newcomers that left the fields as twilight fell over them and peering through the crush of dancers.

No signs of Geralt.

She brushed her hand over the shirt again and conjured the slightest breeze to guide her gaze-

Straight to the fucking bard. Perched on the most obnoxiously colorful wagon she'd seen outside the circus. She restrained the urge to smack her own face. How did she not see that thing first? And why didn't she guess those numbskulls shared shirts?

The monstrosity, Yennefer could privately admit, was a fucking fortress on wheels. She could only imagine how many hedge witches and nearly mages and druids and maybe even real mages he conned or paid to enchant the thing because it was a mess of finely crafted wards and roughly thorned spells. In fact, she was nearly certain she saw Triss's playful brush strokes under the window right next to some backwoods talisman that involved... three duck beaks? Besides that, she could recognize the fine craftsmanship: elegant and sturdy metal strakes through the wheel and a gentle responsive sway that signaled an unusually nimble carriage.

The thing probably didn't even stink of magic to other people, she guessed because she only caught the barest overwarded syrup smell: in fact, when she cast her mind out, there was more of a... haze where the carriage should've been. It was a clever spell, probably the one hit wonder of some half mad hedge witch, that redirected suspicion away from the foggy spot the wagon is. Like seeing packs of wolves that occasionally adopted an abandoned dog: it was so nearly normal, you mind just glanced over it.

Gods, what she wouldn't have given to take a sledgehammer to the thing just to see what happened. Would it hit its mark? Bounce right off the window? Turn into a shrieking goose? She had no idea but something in her itched with a childish urge to try and destroy it.

She had half a mind to storm off and try tracking another object. But, her mind supplied, every other gift Geralt had given her was useful. Something she's already wiped the traces of him from.

It was just as well she found the bard, she doubted he wanted her anywhere near Geralt and would tell her what she needed to know to settle this once and for all.

Instead she puttered around the faire, which was distinctly more drunk now that the smaller children had been herded back to the town, and let herself be charmed into buying some honeyed pears. Jaskier was not so bold as to dance on top of his wagon in the torch light but he was deliciously expressive and emotive sitting on the edge of the roof; gaily swinging his legs and playing his heart out as his juniors stomped out the rhythm on the unfolded platforms.

The other bards on his wagon must have been his students, because none of them take the lead after Jaskier though they all seem to have minutely memorized the lead ins Jaskier gives them to break out into their own little trilling solos: notably the violist, piper, and concertina player are very good. Just like his strange wagon, it was easy for her to forget Jaskier was a rather accomplished academic.

After a few more songs, including a rather rousing estampida that rounds off the chain of dancers and finishing on the newest crooning installment of his... star knight ballad, a pair of rather strapping vielle players lowered him from the roof of the wagon and helped him collect the coin. Yennefer looked to the sky and realized she'd somehow whiled away the hours enjoying the fair and now it was just past midnight. The crowd had been draining out to finish their celebrations at the local shrines (or more likely fucking in the trees) and Jaskier spent a while thanking the lingering well wishers that flocked to him as the rest of the caravan closed up their wagons and the vielle players flipped the stage back up and dragged a crate to the center of the clearing.

A few members of the caravan brusquely went over to the crate and started counting out their purses for the night, continuing some intense argument about whether or not wisterias were trees or vines (apparently citing “Modes of Koviran Flora” had been a gamble that did not pay off). The rest of the caravan must have been waiting on the cash, for most of them dozed on the steps of their wagons or from bedrolls under tarps stretched between them. When he spotted a lull in the bickering, Jaskier begged off the last stragglers and stumbled over- joining the counting. In short order, a ledger had been pulled out and a moderate sum was locked in the communal coffers- the rest carefully portioned out to the caravan members that appeared to line up in seniority.

The whole affair took about an hour and Yennefer was peculiarly touched that none of them had pocketed a few extra coins for themselves (though there had been genuine confusion about the current exchange rate of the lintar- just thrown into the coffers for good measure). The ledger, the coffers, and the crate were carried off, the purses were locked up, the torches were dampened, and the caravan passed out for the night.

Yennefer stretched and groaned and strode through the dark to Jaskier's wagon, which had been drawn closer to the treeline after the stage was raised. She smoothed the hair that crept loose from her braid and gave a firm rap on the door.

After a long moment, where she heard a quiet swear and rattling, the door didn't open. But the peephole did.

Jaskier's blue eyes peered out of the darkness: carefully guarded.

"Well?" he asked, after a long silence, "on with it, what are you here for? Geralt's not here."

"I know that, wouldn't be here if he was, and it's good to see you too bard," she hummed, a strange relief flickered in Jaskier's eyes. She grabbed the door knob and jiggled it. It was real silver, rather at odds with the gold trim, "clearly joining the circus has done wonders for your manners-"

"Gods, witch," Jaskier huffed an exhausted moan, he closed the peephole, but threw the lock and opened the door, "is it too much to ask for a bit of peace so close to dawn?" She strode in and he locked the door behind her, he leaned against the wall, "if it's an emergency, I can't help you. If it can wait till a reasonable hour, you're welcome to the hammock or the bed if you haven't any well-bred lice."

"I suppose I could wait a little while," she said, looking around the interior and prodding the wards with her magic.

"Don't suppose it's too much to ask that you turn around so I can dress for bed? Not all of us can just magic a night dress," he snarked sleepily.

A/N- This is a pretty rough unfinished draft but I wanted to share more wagon-content because I love her

Encouragement and kind words will always make me more excited to write stuff <3 and feel free to dash off a message to me! I haven’t really made any friends in the fandom yet :3c

Thanks for reading, friends!

Rough and tumble ragged drafts on tumblr here: actual fic varieties of exile

Polished chapters on ao3 here: Varieties of Exile

#geraskier #gerlion #gaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #varieties of exile #actual fic varieties of exile #geralt #fanfic #fan fic #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Yennefer #the witch writes

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alien-institute · 2 years

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i landed in brugge, belgium for 48 hours of rest and.. it was quite surreal i will say. the town was very picturesque, and i felt like i was in the dick van dyke film “chitty chitty bang bang,” wondering if the child catcher was going to come around any of the corners...

(well i wasn’t tooooo far off, some light wikipedia-ing informed me that some of that movie was filmed in places in england which i’ve just cycled through)

all in all brugge was very touristy but a nice rest stop. i did feel weird being there, amongst the masses of tourists, and wondering what we were all doing there, what the place would be without any of us visitors, what it means to pass through a place and why i feel entitled to do so... my body definitely needed some time to recover from the extremes we’d been moving through for the days prior. i tried to harness the leo new moon energy by spending the night in ghent spontaneously, but it made me feel even more out-of-body. the highlight of brugge was while i was slowly cycling around in search of the quietest streets, an older woman with a walker started speaking to me in french. i somehow understood that she was asking for help opening a door, and upon completing the task she blew me a lot of kisses while saying merci merci. i felt i had found my purpose in being there, even if momentarily...

today it was a huge relief to be back on my bike, rested and energized. i’ve gotten used to, and begun to love, the long stretches of paved flat cycle paths along canals and through farmlands, so remote i don’t get any cell service even in the occasional towns. it’s reminiscent of an often referenced childhood dream of mine to have a job where all i did was cycle on a flat paved road (this was originally said while riding on a rail trail in upstate NY). there are lots of other cyclists on the roads, though i seem to be one of the few young people. it’s satisfying to see how fast i can go :) but i miss the challenge of an occasional climb or bit of singletrack. for now, wind will be the the primary foe if anything.

the lack of any sort of border crossings has been notable too - going from france to belgium to the netherlands has been almost unnoticeable apart from the minute cultural and language shifts.

the coast of the netherlands is full of small islands and peninsulas which i’ll be traversing via ferries for the next couple of days. fun stuff!

after gliding along for the next couple of hours, i landed at my campsite for the night. i’m in the backyard of a lovely middle aged woman named joel who collects and sells books in her barn under the name de boekenwurm. my neighbors are two lambs, a dog, two cats, and some chickens. i arrived a bit later than anticipated and she called me sounding worried which was sweet, and then made me tea and showed me around when i got here :’) she’s very kind, and i feel warm and peaceful here, knowing i’m right where i need to be by some magical force guiding me forward. i love the little moments that remind me of that, it’s felt like years since i’ve tapped into it

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als-aargauer-unterwegs · 6 months

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Hägglingen - Ammerswil Vollständiger Bericht bei: https://agu.li/28s In diesem Winterhalbjahr bereits die erste Fahrt in die Nacht hinein. Das GPS registrierte 48.6 KM und 476 Höhenmeter.

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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076 of 2023

1. What was the main subject of your last telephone conversation?

Me coming back home and picking up a package on the way.

2. When was your last long conversation in general?

I usually don’t have long conversations. My husband is not much of a talker either.

3. If the last person you kissed tried to kiss you again, would you start kissing them back?

I’m not a kisser, but sure, he’s my husband and I’d rather kiss him than anyone else.

4. If your best friend of the opposite sex tried to kiss you, would you start kissing them back?

I’m not a whore.

5. Have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated?

Jesus, is kissing all you can think about?

6. What do you like most about the song you are listening to/last listened to?

The last one was Yeah Right by Evanescence, and I like both the melody and the lyrics.

7. Explain in detail exactly what you were doing four hours ago.

I was in the train from Oostende to Brugge, and what do you do in the train? Ride, probably.

8. Explain what you will be doing in three hours.

Sleeping, do I really have to explain what sleeping is?

9. When is the last time you did something illegal?

Today, I forgot to buy a train ticket so I was in the train without one. Oops.

10. When is the last time you yawned?

Probably today.

11. Was your last sexual encounter enjoyable? Rate it.

There’s no such thing as enjoyable sexual encounter in my book. And rating it? Nope, it’s so childish.

12. What is the largest age difference between you and someone you have hooked up with?

I don’t hook up with random people.

13. How much money did you spend today?

Exactly 2.50€ for a one way train ticket to Knokke. Too bad I forgot to buy one on my way from Oostende.

14. What did you spend that money on?

I just said. Train ticket.

15. Where did you go today?

Knokke, Westende, Oostende, then back to Bruges. And earlier to work.

16. What is the first line in the song you are currently listening to/last listened to?

“ I'm the widow“ XD

17. What exactly did you drink the last time you were intoxicated?

Beer. It was lambic beer, more specifically kriek. I love it.

18. How much sleep are you anticipating on getting tonight?

The better question is how much am I going to get. At least 6 hours would be already something.

19. When is the last time you gave someone a dirty look?

Long ago. I don’t do it for no reason.

20. Are you a rude person?

Only when someone gives me a solid reason to be.

21. Would you ever think about painting your ceiling your favorite color?

Nah. White ceilings ftw.

22. Do you think the next person you kiss will be a better kisser than the last person you kissed?

I’m not planning to kiss any other person and I don’t give a fuck what kind of a kisser they are. I’m just not into kissing.

23. On a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive do you honestly find yourself on most days?

-5. Sometimes a solid 3, though. I seem to attract creeps, by the way.

24. Is your all-time favorite television show still on air?

I don’t have favourite shows.

25. Are you planning any upcoming vacations?

No, because we don’t know what’s going to be with my rehabilitation.

26. Are you an easy lay?

WTF is that even?

27. When is the last time you spent time with the one you have feelings for?

Right now. He’s sitting next to me.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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thekitmanuk · 24 days

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Club Brugge 2023-24 Macron Fourth Kit Released

Football kit news from Belgium as the limited edition Club Brugge 2023-24 Macron fourth kit has been released. Club Brugge 2023-24 Fourth Shirt The new 2023-24 Club Brugge fourth shirt was the winning design from over 500 entries under the age of 13 who designed the shirt of their dreams. The design by Stien sees a black jersey featuring blue triangles in different shades of blue whilst the…

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#2023-24 Kits #Club Brugge #Macron

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beardedmrbean · 5 months

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1. PFAS pollution in Brussels tap water: New tests expected this week

Heading into its third week, the PFAS pollution scandal continues to concern citizens in Brussels and Wallonia over the safety of drinking water. Over the weekend, it emerged that there was a higher presence of PFAS in the capital's water network than first communicated. Read more.

2. Corporate profits drive inflation as EU salaries fall

Real wages have fallen across Europe over the past year while corporate profits have soared, according to a recent study by the European Trade Union Confederation (ETUC). Read more.

3. Hundreds of 'vulnerable' unaccompanied minors will finally get guardian

Unaccompanied minors arriving in Belgium are often very vulnerable given their age and new, unfamiliar environment after a long and dangerous trek from home. They are therefore entitled to a guardian to represent them and ensure their wellbeing. Read more.

4. From tasty Trappist to bold Berloumi: A guide to Belgium's finest cheeses

While Belgium is not traditionally seen as a country of cheese makers, the fact that it is sandwiched between the two leading 'cheese nations' (the Netherlands and France) means it is hardly surprising that producers here have tried their hand at the craft. Read more.

5. Money, money, money: Who are the richest people in Belgium?

While many are familiar with names such as Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos when speaking about extremely wealthy people, names such as Eric Wittouck and Alexandre Van Damme may be less well known. Read more.

6. From one stranger to another: It wasn't all bad in Belgium...

Sometimes it's the little things that have the biggest impact. In this week's round-up of positive news, read about a man who "brings a bit of sunshine" to people's day by sticking letters around cities worldwide. Read more.

7. Hidden Belgium: Cafe Zennegat 13

Cafe Zennegat 13 is a friendly, relaxed village cafe furnished with old wooden tables, oil paintings and piles of books. It is located in a strange damp region of marshes and tidal rivers that is virtually uninhabitable because of the risk of flooding. Read more.

#nunyas news #ohh number 4 trappist cheese and beer #that's a good day right there

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moraricardo19 · 6 months

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Modern History: Aqueducts

The aqueduct system is an incredible feat of engineering that has stood the test of time and required careful planning. Essentially, these structures are like bridges used to transport fresh water to populated areas across valleys or lowlands to meet their basic needs. Although in modern technology, an aqueduct is a system of pipes, ditches, canals, tunnels and support structures used to transport water from the source to the main distribution point.

From 850 BC BC the first long-distance water canal system was built in the Assyrian Empire. These great engineering feats made it possible to build aqueducts on a more direct path between source and outlet. The first large-scale water management projects in Greece took place in the 7th century BC. and often includes the provision of public drinking fountains. From the 6th century BC both Samos and Athens were supplied with water by long-distance aqueducts. Another innovation in water management is rope. Qanat is an underground tunnel system that transports water that percolates through the soil, surface or spring water to the earth's surface using gravity alone. The qanats were used for irrigation and drinking water, helping to feed and sustain the population. Rope was present throughout the ancient world, from Egypt to China.

In 750 BCE, the Babylonians also implemented this sophisticated and extensive system of water canals. Around 312 BCE Rome's first aqueduct was constructed. Thanks to engineering advances and ambitious Roman projects, they were able to overcome challenging terrain and led to the creation of magnificent aqueducts, supplying the cities of the Roman Empire not only for basic needs, but also the great Roman public baths, decorative fountains (nymphaea) and private villas.

During the Middle Ages, people were forced to go back to water supply through wells and local rivers, as the development of aqueducts had come to a complete halt. The population during that time had to make do with other alternatives anyway, so much so that during the 14th century in Brugge they elaborated a system that used a large collecting cistern from which water was pumped, by means of a wheel with buckets on a chain, through subway conduits to public places. The most recognizable feature of Roman aqueducts may be the bridges constructed using rounded stone arches. Some of these can still be seen today traversing European valleys. However, these bridged structures made up only a small portion of the hundreds of kilometers of aqueducts throughout the empire. Thanks to the invention of the arch, they discovered materials such as concrete or waterproof cement, which prevented the unfavorable characteristics of the terrain and allowed them to conduct the water in a route as straight as possible through a slope.

Aqueducts freed Roman cities from dependence on nearby water sources and proved invaluable in promoting public health and hygiene. Aqueducts were and still are an important means of transporting water from one place to another. Whether it was 2,000 years ago in ancient Rome, Italy or today in California, aqueducts were and are essential for transporting water from where it was available in sufficient quantities to places where it was scarce.

We can conclude that the creation of aqueducts was another miracle of hydraulic works that supplied water to society and gradually developed its infrastructure until today, where some This ancient water aqueduct remains stable and useful to meet human needs. population. population. population. Thanks to Roman society, many alternatives were implemented to modernize these structures to the point where they became more sustainable

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