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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Ghost Helpline Part 12

Zatanna had told Batman her misgivings about the demon girl. Her aura made Zatanna feel small, and dirty. As if she was covered in a layer of dust she could never scrub off.

Her eyes, Zatanna had never seen a demon with golden eyes before. Red and blue, even green but gold? Gold felt like an omen.

The girl reeked of death magic. It was brutally strong. It reminded her when Batman had contacted her about the Lazarus Pit. His expression when she told Batman spoke volumes.

And what the girl got in payment spoke even louder.

Zatanna’s father always had warned her demons were evil.

—- —- —-

Black Canary was busy strangling her husband as Batman went over the minutes.

��Our cameras were unable to pick up much of anything Batman, sorry.”

“It’s fine I remember the demons explanation well enough. First-“

“I CANNOT Believe you could be so stupid! Oliver ! What were you thinking!”

“Sorry sorry!”

Superman pulled a grim smile, “Canary please tell some sense into the man later. If this has taught us anything is that we need to be more prepared.”

“Right we will talk about this later Oliver,” Canary released her husband onto their seat, fuming and lovingly worried.

The green archer picked him self up and turned to the blond magician currently drinking himself to death, “Hey what do you think was up with Konstelacio? Poor girl wasn’t looking too hot.”

Dinha will always admire her husbands caring nature but god sometimes she just wanted to shake him.

Barry released a sigh, “So it want just me then! She really didn’t look to good! She was even acting differently! Want if she hurt? Or in trouble?”

“Bear calm.”

John shuffled threw a stack of paper on Vampire Fog. Bloody hell, for the price of this information the kid really hadn’t asked for much. But the rest of them weren’t going to see it that way.

“She’s -“

“Are you serious? Are you lot seriously worrying about a demon? After what just happened!” Zatanna really couldn’t understand these guys sometimes it was sweet but also incredibly naïve.

“Hey now it was my choice okay I signed the contract with her. We need this cure, ten hours of my life isn’t much in comparison! And I know that so can all of you just stop!” Oliver could understand why they were upset he could. But why couldn’t the see that the girl had cut them some slack… again! In a room of self sacrificing idiot it wouldn’t have been hard to sell her an entire life. Or if her interest in Connor was any indication an entire soul.

“Everyone just hold your bloody horses okay! She’s probably fine looks like she’s got a bit of teleportation sickness that’s all, a magical equivalent of dehydration really. Some rest and food and she’ll be right as rain in no time.”

John said as he fumbled around for their copy of the contract, which was another thing demons typically didn’t let you keep a copy.

Barry vibrated in his seat. Robin, Nightwing, Kid Flash and Superboy (Jon) walked into the meeting. Barry couldn’t concentrate ‘teleportation sickness’, was she teleporting too much? Were … were they hurting her by summoning her? ‘Rest and food’? Was she not resting ? Not eating? What do demons eat? Barry felt his best friend put a hand on his shoulder, and welcome the boys. Right they could talk about this later…. may be Diana would understand.

“Fucking hell,” John was internally screaming as he looked over the contract, “Well then Arrow looks like your contract is air tight- however there is one vague loophole. And a kind one at that.”

Canary shot up in her seat, “What is it?”

John continued, “In the case that contractee cannot fulfill this request another may do so but only at the acceptance of both parties.”

The contract went on for several more pages, goddamn what nutter even wrote this shit?

(Ghost Writer did and made Konstelacio carry around several with her at all times.)

“Wait wait wait,” Wally zipped out, “What happened ? What contract?”

Dinha was too upset for this, nodding to Diana before Oliver opened his mouth to down play the whole thing.

“Well what happened is-“

—- —- —-

// Diana wanted to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, she wanted to get to know her. To hear stories of Pandora and make a new sister. So when Diana saw Konstelacio’s entrance she was worried, “What do you want as payment? I’m sure we can work something out.” Smile Diana don’t scare her, she looks hurt.

Konstelacio looked about the room, Diana hid a smile she really hadn’t thought this threw. Well it was alright, Diana tapped absent mindedly on her sword maybe she could convince a trade for sword lesson? A trip to paradise island? May be Hal was right and they should offer a pet ?

The demons eyes flicked between Flash and Green Arrow. Left, right, left, right, left, left, left. “Him,” she pointed at the archer, “I want him.”

The Amazonian got into a defensive stance. No one was taking her friend.

“No!” “No way!” “Arrow no!” “Stop!”

“Hold on hold on now,” John approached the circle, “You can’t expect us to hand over one of our own. You can find someone else to eat.”

“I don’t want to eat him!”

“You want his soul then?”

“Not really I just want him, I try not to dabble in souls too much. It’s too much work.”

“Too much work? Then what would you need a person for ? Humans are really boring you know, lots of work and needy!”

The demon pouted, “I don’t care I want him!”

John pat Oliver on the back as he nodded to Diana mouthing “play along”.

“Oh well I guess I tried, oh well GA say your goodbyes! I’m sure your wife will miss you very much old friend.” He shook his head sadly, “We will have to call your son. Well then girl how would you like to-“

“WAIT!” Konstelacio wobbled, “You’re married.”

Dinha rushed to Oliver’s side as if to shield him, “Yes he is.”

Oliver picked up on the act, “Yes here she is my better half.”

A look ran across the child’s face, “Well then I can’t have you then.” She stared to breathe a little harder.

“What about me?”

“Superboy!”

“If you don’t care about souls then it shouldn’t matter that I am a clone and I’m not married.”

Hera Conner no! What is he-

“Who said that!!!” The demons face began to shift in color, anger steaming out of every pore.

“What?”

“Who said that you don’t have a soul because you’re a clone? You have one! You have one I see it!” She begun to clench her hands into the skirt of her dress, “Where you like it or not, clone or no clone, Superboy you were meant to be here.”

“Oh I -“

“Forget it. I don’t want you anyway. I need the archer,” she begun to pace the inside of the circle, “But I can’t break up a set!”

She turned to face them, “Ten I want ten hours of your life.”

“Deal.” //

—- —- —-

While the boys sat and digest what they just heard, Constantine finished reading over the cures recipe.

“Bloody hell are you kidding me it’s an energy potion!”

“What’s an energy potion?”

“The cure Z the cure to fucking Vampires Fog is fucking magic caffeine!! Maybe even real caffeine I dunno I’m not a chemist!”

Zatanna took the offending papers glancing over them. She stopped at some papers that were bound together the first page titled like a story book, “Hunting the Sun”.

“What’s this?”

“That is our historical insight to the disease, or at least some of it. No doubt Konstelacio has a better understanding on everything.” And more than likely has already chosen what side she’s on.

Nightwing stepped up to look at the little booklet with Zatanna, “So what is it what’s the story on Vampires Fog? I assume this might lead us to what caused the out break?”

Clark coughed as he stole a look at Bruce. The Bat was updating the files on the disease, he had an idea and as Clark recounted the explanation Konstelacio had given them he hoped that they were both wrong.

—- —- —-

// Clark watched as Oliver signed an agreement that would lead to an early grave, for being Superman he felt both powerless and grateful.

“Alright so first off Vampire Fog was not a disease released from Pandora’s box. The sickness was man made to eradicate their enemies.

The illness is meant to cause the infected to move and think erratically. Leading them to ether kill them selves or kill each other. If anyone survived this stage the next stage would put them to sleep rendering them defenseless.

One side says Vampires made it to level a kingdom in the aftermath of a botched marriage. Some sort of petty revenge.

Another side says the humans made it. The king was a zealot that refused to marry off his daughter to a kingdom of monsters. So when the wedding day came, the humans infected the whole city.”

After that the conversation had devolved and slowed. Batman didn’t ask any questions it was worrying, when was the last time he slept?

—- —- —-

“What the Boy Scout said, it’s a bloody sodding mess.”

Damian stopped to think about this politically, he stopped to think over all of this not like a Wayne but like an Al Ghul. It didn’t sit right with him, the occurrence of this disease and new information way too much of a coincidence. Someone must have planned it on purpose.

“So we have two completely different stories of origin so what ? We got the cure what does it matter whether the humans or the vampires made the disease?”

Diana fixed the young super with a motherly look, “Knowing about the past can help us protect the future. For example know we know that ether way the illness is something consciously made. Which means someone must have made it and released it on purpose.”

“Right now we just need to figure out why.”

“Tt- isn’t it obvious the vampire scum are behind this if humans are the only ones getting sick?”

Boston, visible thanks to John, stepped in,

”Actually a lot of magical creatures have been infected too! They are just a lot better at hiding it. Especially in the larger cities, word is a whole gaggle of vampires died not to long ago from it.”

Zatanna nodded her head, “It would explain why some creatures have been causing havoc in broad daylight- uh - In front of everyone. Magical creatures usually prefer to keep hidden. But if they were sick and could help it. They would rampage regardless of wether regular humans could see them or not.”

Hal thought about the hundreds of times he had to play mediator over the years. He thought of all the aliens and everything they would do to win. God he hated politics, “so ether a group of humans or vampires did this in order to play the blame game. The human group could easy point at magical creatures and blame them for being out of control monsters. Or vampires could be making everyone sick in order to blame the sickness on humans while also looking like the victim.”

The league talked over political moves as they passed the little booklet around. Batman had sent the magians out to gather information and Boston had come back with a lot of it.

The book finally made its way to Green Arrow, he flipped the pages and stopped at the drawing of a castle. It was an old European style with only two distinctive traits. A tower with circle windows and a circle on the entrance grounds covered in swirls.

// “My home! My castle! My kingdom ! Everything’s changed.”//

After the “fight” with the dragon, Oliver had done some detective work of his own. He needed to know more about this ghost and had found almost nothing. But looking at this drawing, he recognized that castle.

The archer looked up at Batman, his shoulders were hunched taking in and writing down every piece of information he heard. His face was passive and he didn’t even bother to look at his sons. Oliver thought about Batman’s distrust of Konstelacio and in turn Captain Marvel. He thought about what he had heard about the two leaguers fight, swallowed and decided to keep his mouth shut.

Batman didn’t need to know.

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vapaus-ystavyys-tasaarvo · 1 year

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Digne in the era of Les Misérables

An engraved print of a scenic view of the city of Digne-les-Bains from a traveller's guide published in 1838

A coloured military map of Digne with the buildings marked from between 1820 and 1866

The old episcopal palace of Digne, a postcard from 1898 to 1900

An old photo of the old Place de l'Évêché

An early 20th century map of Digne, showing a lot more detail but way too new for our purposes, dated 1921

An old photograph of Digne

An old photograph of a sloping street with archways through buildings

A screenshot from Les Misérables 1925 showing another narrow sloping street surrounded by small houses

A view of the Cathedral St. Jérôme with its strange wire dome, photograph from 2007 by Denis Champollion

Digne in the late 14th / early 15th century, an artist's impression by Jean-Claude Golvin

Digne-les-Bains (or Dinha dei Banhs in the local Occitan language) is a small city in Province, in southeastern France. Centered on top of a hill, it’s surrounded by mountains on all sides and the river Bléone (Blèuna) flows past it (or nowadays rather through it as the city has spread on the other side of the river).

The 1925 movie adaptation of Les Misérables actually filmed the Digne scenes on location in Digne which is a great opportunity to see some authentic views of the city! (The movie is available in the Internet Archive.)

More under the cut:

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to find contemporary maps of Digne, except for this one from a Carte générale de la France (Cassini de Thury) that is luckily from exactly the right year (1815) but doesn’t really help much because it doesn’t really show much detail of the city and it’s also very difficult to read:

The Carte de l’état-major 1820-1866 is much more vague in terms of date, but I find it more useful:

I would be willing to guess that it’s probably still fairly close to Digne in 1815. Aside from the lack of walls, which I don’t think you can see on this map, but definitely would have been there in 1815. Hugo even mentions the walls:

He retraced his steps; the gates of Digne were closed. Digne, which had sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been demolished since.

I was also able to find a map from 1921, which is over a century later, but it’s the oldest proper map of the city I could track down: (Here zoomed in to focus on the old city)

From something too recent to something much too old: an artist’s impression of medieval Digne, which actually shows the city walls:

There would have been more roads and streets and buildings outside of the walls in 1815, including the Boulevard Gassendi, which Hugo also mentions, as well as a bridge over the Bléone, but honestly it seems like the city actually hadn’t grown that much over the centuries.

It would grow over the course of the 19th century, though.

I’ll talk a little bit more later about the cathedral, the episcopal palace, etc. This post is getting too long!

Image Sources:

Digne-les-Bains official website (Jean-Claude Golvin)

Wikipedia / Wikimedia Commons (photographs by Denis Champollion, Szeder László)

Carte générale de la France (Cassini de Thury) from BNF Gallica

Guide pittoresque du voyageur en France (Eusèbe Girault de Saint-Fargeau) from BNF Gallica

Carte de l’état-major 1820-1866 from Géoportail (Institut national de l’information géographique et forestière)

Carte de la Provence (1921) : Digne (Les Guides bleus, Hachette, édition 1922)

Présentation de Digne-les-Bains from France Geo

dignois . fr / Digne-vieux

Les Misérables (1925)

#les mis locations #les mis letters #digne #myriel

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princesadailh4 · 1 year

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dinhagamer · 4 months

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unes3creations · 1 year

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Young student office .

I designed this room in one of the homes I build, you can find it HERE

CC Finds :

1 - Wondymoon - Iridium Desk

2 - KKB - 2021 iMac 24 inch

3 - Novvvas - Boho Deco Branch Vase

4 - Wondymoon - Yttrium Floor Lamp

5 - Severinka - Creative Corner Faber Castell V03

6 - Sundays - Berawa Rustic Chair

7 - Dinha - Boho Style Rugs

8 - Nordica - Kako Bookshelf

9 - Milja Maison - Yeri Rattan Cabinet

10 - KHD - Ghibli Wind Rises Easel

11 - Wondymoon - Iodine Console

12 - Severinka - Vesta Living Radio

13 - Syboulette - Boho Wedding Palm Window 4x1

14 - Novvvas - Kirsal Set 1 Schefflera Plant

15 - Anye - Artist Loft Basket with Rolled Paper

Thank you to all the amazing CC creators !

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liawuan · 1 year

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Um poema da pele.

Ele disse que ( também ) gostava dela assim :

sem tirar nem pôr ...

Mas que se pudesse tirar e

pôr

tirar e

pôr

tirar e pôr,

infinitamente ...

Que gostava muito mais.

Maria Nilda de Carvalho Mota a.k.a Dinha

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É uma manhã fria.

Fria e completamente não perfeita para um dia em grupo de estudos.

Um grupo no qual você não conhece ninguém em que todos são estranhos, sem nomes e sem história e pouca diferença faz isso. No dia a dia é ligeiramente confiante, adotando uma postura altiva e indiferente nos ombros, assim a expressão seria no rosto charmoso passa a impressão errada, a de poucos amigos. A verdade é que não consegue sequer respirar, capturar o oxigênio à sua volta se tornou algo de outro mundo e a familiar vontade de vomitar retorna depois de muito tempo sem dar as caras, certas vozes te cercam e certos rostos usam do desfoque para te cegar fazendo fios de palavras evaporarem da mente tantas vezes que sequer sabe se ainda esta consciente.

Tenta respirar fundo lembrando de que é completamente capaz dessa função mais básica o ar frio e rígido entrando de uma vez em seus pulmões, o que doí um pouco, porém, soa ainda muito preferível do que as temperaturas lamentáveis de verão.

Olha para a porta se perguntando quantos passos são necessários para chegar ao outro lado.

Olha para o relógio na parede se perguntando o que o tempo significa.

Olha para a janela e bem não resisti a inclina-se para o lado na cadeira, imaginando se sobreviveria a uma tentativa de fuga pela lateral. Provavelmente não, mas se talvez tentasse…

— Muito alto para pular, acho — fala alguém, em tom conspiratório atrás de si.

Contém um pequeno grito com o sobressalto e na urgência de dominar o susto trava as unhas levemente na cadeira.

— Sou Doyoung.

Ele é lindo com os cabelos negros caindo sobre a testa, linha da mandíbula definida, o pescoço elegante adornado pela cola rolê preta que ressalta o físico magro e forte. É deslumbrante, é charmoso e simplesmente aterrorizante, perfeito como os raios no céu. Se inclina, força um riso, sem realmente sorrir.

— Desculpe se te assustei.

Ousa se deparar com seu olhar. Doyoung tem os olhos mais encantadores do mundo, são nítidos e decididos e se tornam algo realmente estrondoso com seu sorriso gengival e suas feições gentis.

— Está tudo bem.

— Então por que você não me diz o seu nome? — Tomba a cabeça para o lado e nada te resta a não ser derreter, evaporar.

Quando se apresenta de forma clara ainda que com o tom baixo a ele, os lábios bonitos se amolecem em um sorriso de quebra a espinha. Repete seu nome como se a palavra o deleitasse e ninguém jamais o fez desse jeito e o ar que nem tinha te escapa fácil e jamais lhe ocorreu de como um sorriso chegou aos seus lábios ou de como era bom conversar com alguém depois de tanto tempo.

No final naquela tarde não perde tempo ao subir sobre o colchão de tão exausta mal sentindo as pernas, a última coisa a pensar antes da exaustão invalidar seu corpo é que Doyoung é um nome realmente bonito.

♩ ♬ ♪ ♫♩ ♬♪

Num dia, ele te disse "bom dia" já em outro te convidou para tomar um café e de repente, já estavam rindo juntos, sentados lado a lado nas aulas e se apresentando a alguns amigos de forma casual fácil assim começaram a passar as tardes bem juntinhos, Doyoung lendo suavemente enquanto a mão acariciava seu cabelo, vez ou outra, leves obscenidades disfarçadas de poema encontrando o caminho para o seu ouvido. Era num toque prolongando, um abraço que nunca acabava que ele dava voltas no seu coração e corria maratonas na sua mente, os ossos cobiçando cobiçando cobiçando seu calor.

Sempre muito delicado ou muito contido e nunca fugindo da dança que ele intrincadamente coreografou.

Isso é claro até aquela festa.

Até Yuta dar um tapinha em sua própria coxa.

E você ir de bom grato.

Foi quase cômico a forma como o rosto de Kun foi ao chão com isso e irresistível o sorrisinho de canto que o Nakamoto deu

— Veja desta forma protótipo de Chopim: mais espaço para você e sua partituras no sofá. — desliza um copo da mesinha de centro até você, o outro braço enrolando em volta da cintura.—Não se preocupe com ele, — diz, roçando os lábios em sua orelha, os olhos fixos na boquinha nervosa, os dentes mastigando os lábios com gloss sabor cereja sem parar.— Se você quiser colocar algo na boca, é só pedir princesa, você deve conseguir.

Seu rosto aquece com a insinuação, o que não impede de abrir um sorrisinho toda meiga, os olhos se erguendo para encontrar os de Kun, gélidos.

A real era que o Nakamoto tinha razão, você não precisava se preocupar com Kun, ainda.

O perigo real estava atrás desse sofá, encostado no corrimão das escadas, os braços cruzados sobre o corpo em uma conversa ouvida pela metade, uma plena expressão de deboche no rosto que ele pouco fazia para se esconder, algo frio tomava conta do estômago de Doyung ao vê os dedos de Yuta subindo pela sua saia e se tornava como pedra quando você se roçar nele feito uma maldita gatinha no cio.

♩ ♬ ♪ ♫♩ ♬♪

Eram quase duas da manhã quando você saia daquela "reunião" com seus novos amigos, tento passando a noite mais imersa no homem cujo colo ocupava fazendo pouco para se atentar aos acontecimentos em seu redor. Esperando pelo lado de fora por sua carona, se equilibra com apenas um pé no meio fio, sentindo o vento fresco da madrugada em suas pernas.

— Sabe, eu deveria ter imaginado...

É Doyoung, que passou a maioria da festa fora do seu campo de visão sem ao menos um sinal que confirmasse sua presença na casa, agora está ali encostando na parede ao lado da porta sorrindo debochado, a cabeça levemente jogada para trás quando olha para você sobre as pálpebras pesadas.

Os braços cruzados aqueia a sobrancelha ao questionar

— Imaginado o que exatamente, me elucide.

Doyoung sorri igual ao ganhar doce, o lindo sorriso gengival.

— Que você não aguentaria ficar sem atenção, é claro, foi acabar se esfregando no primeiro pau que encontrou.

Sai de onde está, caminhando de forma suspeitosamente tranquila, sempre tão sereno e elegante. Ele se aproxima, sobrando alguns centímetros. Quatro longos dedos roçam a lateral do seu rosto, devagar, muito devagar antes de escorregarem para a parte de trás da cabeça, presos naquele espaço logo acima do pescoço. O polegar esfregando a bochecha do rosto. Encara sua boca, cobiçando aquele calor por muito, muito, muito tempo. Respirando e sem respirar como se algo estivesse quebrado dentro dele, tudo esta ruindo e caindo dentro de seu coração e você é seu desastre.

♩ ♬ ♪ ♫♩ ♬♪

Uma cócega aveludada desliza em toda a a sua pele. O quarto está mais claro, o sol nasce ilumindo a cama. A uma chuva caindo forte, ecoando através do telhado, e trovões rolando lá fora.

Doyoung está com o peito nu e seu lado,

—O que você está fazendo??

—Shh, não se mova — ordena, movendo a caneta sobre a pele.— Você é a coisa mais próxima que tenho para escrever.

Da uma risada em silêncio, fechando os olhos. O ruído pacífico da chuva lá fora te acalma e traz de volta para o relaxamento, cruza os braços sob a cabeça, sentindo o movimento da ponta de feltro rapidamente sobre a minha pele, parando de hora em hora para pontilhar ou cutucar algo.

—Eu gostaria que pudéssemos ficar aqui para sempre— admite.

Ainda com a caneta na mão, ele se move para cima de você que arqueia o pescoço para trás, encontrando sua boca e beijando-o. Seus dentes mordiscando a pele que envia um choque elétrico na sua barriga. Ele desliza a mão sob seu peito, cobrindo seu seio, contornado com ponta o mamilo na maior leveza. Desce esse mesmo dedo para as palavras que acabaram de residir ali, na base de sua costela.

A forma como que abre as coxas

reluz agora.

é tão estreita, então se alarga.

Ah seu interior, morte em vida,

sepultura lírica

por isso pulsa

quente e molhada

para mim

—Está tudo bem?? — pergunta.

Fica olhando para seus lábios. Geme baixo, os olhos estão perto de rolar na parte de trás da cabeça enquanto sua boca trilha no teu pescoço beijos quentes e exigentes. Sua mão desliza para baixo de suas costas nuas, escovando o cabelo e fazendo cócegas na pele.

— Me encha com as sua palavras. — dobra o joelho para o lado, se abrindo para ele.

Uma frase ali, no interior da sua coxa

Outra em cima do seu quadril.

Um nome sobre o peito.

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N/a: tanta coisa pra fazer que mal me lembrei de publicar

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