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Please keep funneling the gacha money into these streams, YZ. 🙏

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Bringing back a classic meme for Jiangyu's return in GFL 2.

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J I A N G Y U

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Welcome to Willow's Newcomer Gallery! 📸

A bright red figure suddenly came to the Oasis. It seemed to be Daiyan's long lost sister! Is the Professor ready to take her in?

[by-mana]

From Three Hundred Lives, part 4

For the @mdzs-language-fest

The longest love poem in the world is 291 stanzas (2900 lines) long. It is called Marína and was written in 1844 by Slovak author Andrej Sládkovič (sometimes also called Andrej Braxatoris). Official translations exist in German, Polish, Hungarian and French. There are scattered unofficial translations in English, mostly consisting of a number of blog posts, now joined by these few stanzas by Yours Truly.

The poem speaks about the author’s deep, but unfulfilled love for the titular Marína, who he learned was to marry someone else. It is a love most tragic, yet sweet and gentle, like the caress of the breeze against the grass of the pastures.

#154 Jedným sa ľúbosť v holúbkov páre lebo v hrdličkách zjavila; druhým sa v plamennom citov požiare od srdca k ústam pálila; tým striel podobu na seba vzala, týmto sa putom zlatým zazdala, inším sa v kvietky ukrýva: A mne sa ľúbosť v strašných úkazoch, v hromo-bleskových veľkých obrazoch úžasno-slávne ozýva! —

Marína #154.mp3 Note: I had to upload them all in small size, becuase tumblr. I might just post external links to the full sized gifs after the event. v_v Thank you, tumblr.

#99. With Marvel And Glory It Rings!

They have met in battle.

They had come across each other before that, but they have truly met only once they crossed blades, cool iron ringing against cool iron. They fought on opposing sides, stood for different ideals, not unlike darkness and light. They defeated each other maybe a thousand times, or maybe not once, caught in a perpetual stalemate.

Wei Wuxian knew that one was fated to kill the other, but he had yet to determine who would draw which lot.

Part of him wanted it to be over. Part of him never wanted it to end.

For every corpse he dug out to use for his wicked tricks there was a memory of Hanguang-jun appearing in his line of sight, a beacon of white glowing light. Once upon a time they could have been friends, had war not thrown them on the opposing sides of the battlefield. Now all he could do was marvel at the perfection that was Hanguang-jun, the one of ethereal beauty, the paragon of righteousness.

If his heart leaped every time they met, if it were his full lips he imagined every lonely night, if each unearthed corpse brought hope of seeing him, that was no one's business but Wei Wuxian's.

It wasn't like there was any hope.

Even if one day this wretched war was over, even in the off chance that Wei Wuxian wouldn't have to stand trial for his crimes, their differences were still impossible to reconcile. The two of them were made in ways that never going to mix.

All he had were dreams.

"Laozu." Wei Wuxian looked up to the ghostly complexion of his best friend's little brother, the one who was like his own.

Ghost General, they called him nowadays. Undead, unnatural, wrong, all of their names reeking with fear and envy of the only successful resurrection in known history. Death itself bowed to the Yiling Laozu, they said. In their own little den of the damned he was simply known as Wen Ning, timid and sweet. Death had found him because they had been too late. It took Wei Wuxian months to make right.

Hanguang-jun had been there to bear witness to the miracle.

Wei Ying would never forget his expression.

The disbelief, horror and disgust on that pretty face had twisted and coiled in Wei Wuxian's gut until they shaped into a nagging knot, gnawing at his insides. He would never cease to be amazed about the fact that they escaped unscathed, Hanguang-jun too frozen in his repugnance to stand in their way.

"Laozu," his little brother called him again, chasing the memories away. "They've arrived."

A pause. "They outnumber us, one to ten."

The lot was drawn.

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