#janara

[luigimancini]

Scrivo strane cose a una ragazza strana, dicono che sia una janara, una poco di buono, dicono che sia come il vino, come le droghe peggiori. Scrivo poesie d’amore alla peggiore fra tutte.

Luigi Mancini

[buccason]

unguento unguento, mandame alla noce di benevento, supra acqua et supra vento et supra omne maltempo

[eritiacoli]

Necromancer using flora to move the dead like puppets!

One of the many many characters I'll never play as (forever GM sob)

[keksyya]

It's so nice to see my progress!!!

I'm really happy about them and I can't get enough of them (◕‿↼)

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I drew my oc named Nara in a Sanna costume from zenless zone zero

When I saw Sanna, I immediately thought: "Wow, she looks so much like Nara!"

And I think they really look alike! ٩(๑･ิᴗ･ิ)۶

[keenhideoutenthusiast]

So someone irl asked me for my Janara headcanons so here goes:

Library. All the time. Janner absolutely LOVES books, and so does Sara. Also in TWatWK when she was reading Artham's poems while at his tree house.... she likes poetry?

Sara likes her coffee in a certain way and Janner is the only one who knows how to make it. Like, Sara doesn't even know how lol

They babysit Artham and Arundelle's kids a lot. Everyone think its cute because EVERYONE in the castle ships them and then there they are with LITERAL CHILDREN.

They take turns watching over Kalmar.

Kalmar is their official third wheel, but sometimes Leeli and Maraly join in being a 4th and 5th wheel

THEY. LIKE. SAILING. PERIOD.

okay I feel like after the events of the entire Saga, they both wouldn't really like adventure but like, maybe a little here and there. Ya know, just to get out of the castle.

I feel like they'd both be good at singing (idk, maybe the First Well water helped Janner's vocal cords or something) BUT THEY SING TOGETHER. They are the type of people that either are completely serious, silent, and reading, or being completely childish and singing duets together. OH, and Leeli third wheels and plays the instruments.

They both love children and offer to watch the kids of all their friends.

Idk, Sara is good with a bow and Janner with a sword so they make a PERFECT team in battle

thats pretty much it tbh

[amari-fantasie]

After shower

Quando la giornata è tutta alla "membro di segugio", una doccia calda può senza dubbio rilassare la mente ed alleviare i gonfiori degli "scroti ideali" che abbiamo anche noi del gentil sesso. Chissà perché, in caso di seccature oltre la soglia personale di tolleranza, a noi non ci si gonfiano le tette invece delle palle. Sarebbe stato più utile, per la nostra gioia e quella dei maschietti tettomani. Ma tant'è.

Quindi imposti il miscelatore quasi tutto sul rosso, della serie "cottura lenta". Tanto che se ti fai una passata di olio, e non quello da bagno ma proprio l'olio extravergine, e metti un rametto di rosmarino tra i denti, quando esci dal box sei una perfetta porchetta cotta al vapore, croccante fuori e morbida dentro, che quelle di Ariccia possono solo accompagnare.

Dopo un'ora di terapia bollente e accuratissima Hair Care, nel tubo di scarico se n'è andato mezzo scalpo (lo stress madò) e anche un po' di tensione, e riesci, paradossalmente, a vederci più chiaro nonostante i vapori tutt'intorno.

I limiti, le possibilità, le potenzialità, quello che vuoi e quello che non vuoi. E quando hai messo bene a fuoco l'ultimo aspetto, appare anche più chiara la taratura di tutte le voci precedenti. Il 2024 sarà un anno interessante. Preparo i pop corn per godermi lo spettacolo.

[elvthron]

We invoke Pan, the mighty God.

Bucolic Pan, who is the universe of the world. Sky, sea, sovereign Earth and immortal fire.

Come, O blissful one, dancer, wanderer, the one who reigns beside the Horae, goat-legged, worshipper of Bacchus, who plays the harmony of the world on the flute like a mirthful song.

O Pan, play some music for us, and we will dance under the melodies of your flute.

O helper of fantasies, inciter of human fears, Sagacious, hunter, friend of Echo, co-dancer to the Nymphs, You, the creator of everything, the father of all.

You, the one who wakes all the elements of nature, enthralling them with your sweet concordance, You, the one who invites the Nymphs to a ritualistic dance.

O Horned Lord, eternally bound by bacchic mania, Pan.

- Καλώντας τον Πάνα

The little votive statue is finally done after months and months. Since the very frail nature of clay, I'll probably make a cast out of it and make a copy in a more resistant resin.

[divaricca]

Oh darling, magnificent monster,

Not everything needs to be served raw, sometimes it needs to be refined...