#and notorious for the cutest coloring! it fit so well for this was was lovely to use!

[bread-elf]

DWC 2020 - Day 4

May not be suitable for all readers, viewer discretion is advised

Broken

Mist of Pandaria, pre Siege of Orgrimmar If you want to play, come and find me… Jiroki suddenly became acutely aware of the scents around her, of burning gunpowder and charred flesh. Ash filled her lungs and she coughed herself awake, tearing her heavy eyelids open to try and gauge what’s around her. Through moist eyes she blinked away the blurriness as best as she could, though after a few seconds she wished she didn’t. The sky had started off as a bright and sunny day, but now smoke filled the empty skies above her, black and grey colored streaks tainting the air. Her body felt heavy, and she struggled to push herself up. Plate armor wore her down as she propped herself onto her elbows, chest heavy as she can feel her usually tight and neat bun of hair falling apart. The blue tabard with the Lion’s sigil she wore diligently had been torn asunder and defiled with sweat, blood, and oil. Her helmet had been long lost in the fighting along the way, but that had not been a factor in the way the appendage of her ears felt like they were severely battered. Hissing in through her teeth she reaches up to try and tentatively touch one, but decided against it, she had more pressing matters on her mind. Come and find me.

A taunt lingered in her mind as she rolled herself over, and she first gasped and nearly choked on her own coughing fit when met with a startling sight. A robotic golem, much like the ones common to Westfall, lay right in front of her, its gaze affixed on her while its body had been torn asunder by a large lance jutting out of it. It lay dormant, broken, but it stirred many questions in her mind as she began to push herself up onto all fours. “Hel-Hello?! Anyone?!” On her knees she finally takes a look around. Many other golems lay in similar circumstances, but that only explained half of the scents she could currently smell. The rest came from mangled and scorched bodies, identified by their smaller size and the same blue tabards she wore. “No- no!” Scrambling to the nearest one to her, a vaguely familiar shape of a man, grabbing hold of his shoulder and rolling him onto his back. “Arathon! Arathon?!” A young human with auburn hair, now muddled with blood as a gaping wound dripped on the side of his head. He had recently just got engaged, but Jiroki had pressured him into coming on this mission since she was his second in command. She shook him a bit, hoping perhaps that it was not too late, that the pink mush leaking from the side of his head was just a dust in her eyes, but her efforts are in vain. Glancing around she takes better not of the other bodies around, and a particular name nearly makes her entire being cease to exist. “Gelt- GELT?!” Jiroki pushes herself to stand but nearly crumples as she cries out in pain that takes her by surprise, looking and seeing that a chunk of plate had been torn off her leg, and had torn her calf to shreds. A trail of blood had followed her as she had crawled over here, and it continued to follow her as she forced herself to stand and limb along the carnage, desperate for any living souls. The side of her face felt wet, but she ignored it as she began her search. The battle took place in the Hinterlands, a mission to chase down a notorious individual that had once been a part of the cavalry unit she had partnered up with. Jiroki, being a part of the infantry of Stormwind’s militia, had many long debates with her Marshal, commander of her unit who currently had gone to the campaign in Pandaria, a campaign she herself couldn’t go to in fears that the mysterious force known as the Sha would consume her for her anger. Something to be rightfully fearful of, given how she is. So with her infantry men that were left behind, they had kept themselves occupied and helped stabilize other fortifications in the King’s name, and found themselves getting to know a cavalry unit stationed in the Blasted Lands. Though both cavalry and infantrymen alike lay scattered in heaps of corpses around her with the wreckage of golems. “ANYONE?!” Nearly hopping on one leg she explores the field of carnage carefully, the battle having been a wide berth in the lands. “Call out! Whistle! Something!” Her voice cracks, no one is alive. Only her. The side of her face still felt wet, and in frustration she wipes the moisture away with a gauntlet, only to be surprised by the sight of her own blood splattered on her gauntlet. A vague memory creeps into her mind, moments before she blacked out, how she had survived. A small blade of cold steel, dragging delicately across her skin. Her ears twitch, picking up a sound, and she glances back over her shoulder towards a hacked sob. Shuffling in that direction she keeps her silver eyes as wide as she can as she glances around, and the moment she sees a hunched over figure shuddering she nearly sprints. “Swadley, is that you?!” Seeing the small human hunched over, the girl barely having reached adulthood recently. She sobbed hysterically, fiery red hair spilled out of her helmet, or was that blood? Jiroki nearly collapses as she tries to get to her, but by the strength of will manages to keep herself from falling onto her knees until she’s behind her. “Amber-” Cutting herself off as she realizes Amber is holding someone, and she drags herself around to see who it is. Jiroki’s stomach drops as she sees the body of Gelt’s daughter, Eilynne. Around Amber’s age as well, she dressed in mage battle robes as her curly blond hair framed her head that Amber carefully cradled, her gentle face looking peaceful as ever while her robes seeped of her entrails that had spilled out by whatever had caused her demise. So close to becoming disheveled, Jiroki looks up at Amber, so far the only other living soul she’s found, but it sparks a bit of hope. “Amber; have you seen Gelt?” Amongst all the bodies she had not seen this man, a man who had so carefully pried open her heart. “I can’t find him, everyone is-” Her words hang in the air, not having the will to finish, but also realizing that Amber wasn’t paying attention to her words. The young human continued to hyperventilate from the trauma, vibrant green eyes staring straight ahead of her and not even having glanced to Jiroki at all. The elf decides to follow her gaze, and her stomach riots. “Gelt!” A saw blade had seared through his torso and severed both arms, one laying nearby as the other is lost in the carnage. The saw blade in question currently resided in him as well, protruding from his legs as if it had been left there as a landmark. Jiroki couldn't believe the audacity of the display his corpse had become, unsure of if this was actually the first human she has ever loved. But his hazel eyes look the same as they stare unliving to the sky, the roots of his dark brown hair had begun greying out in age, that little scar he had since he was a child over his left eyebrow from a stumble he took. Jiroki hadn’t even felt herself as she moved closer, everything in her core squeezing tight as her jaw clenched. She could no longer ignore the riot in her stomach, turning herself away from his body as she started to heave whatever remnants were leftover from hours ago. Jiroki felt her chest begin to crumble, her form shaking as the heaved sobs force their way out of her gut, trying to pant for air but finding none as she’s short of breath. This time she could feel fluid sliding down both cheeks, now shedding tears that mingled with the blood and soot on her face. So close to breaking. “J-J-J-” Hearing the stutters of Amber, Jiroki turns her head, slowly and nearly without life. But she notices that Amber is clutching something else to her chest, which with a trembling hand tries to extend out. A green glow emitted around her fingers of whatever she held tightly. Suspicions begin to stir in Jiroki that make her come closer, extending her own hand to accept whatever it is that Amber wants to pass her. A fel green stone drops into her hand, immediately sending the hairs on the back of Jiroki’s neck standing. Turning it in her hand she could tell it wasn’t a health stone, though unintentionally she smears a bit of her blood onto the stone. Right away it begins to light up and Jiroki almost chucks it, but a swirling mist forms inside the rock catches her attention, causing her to stare into it as a figure forms. “Well, well, it seems you’ve woken up.~” A taunting voice speaks from the fel stone, and Jiroki sees a face that makes her blood boil. A human woman with strawberry blonde hair and lips red as blood, her face having a snarky sneer as the message continues on. “I left our mutual friend alive to give this to you. I certainly couldn’t kill her like the others, she was always the nicest to me, and the cutest.” Her voice takes on a sickenly sweet mock, and out of the corner of Jiroki’s eyes she can see Amber huddle forward. “I’m sure you’re going to look darling once my scars on you heal up. The game still stands.~ You know what to do.” A flashback runs through Jiroki’s mind, moments in combat before her world went dark. Fighting with a golem that she managed to sever its leg off with her glaive, but then something from behind nearly obliterates her leg. Collapsing onto the ground her glaive slips from her hand, and a crushing force lands top of her. A different golem had snuck up and pinned her down, but that wasn't nearly as alarming as the pair of slippered feet that casually walked around Jiroki’s head, a woman dressed in robes kneeling down beside her head. Jiroki’s helmet gets removed and tossed aside, and a soft hand roughly grabs Jiroki’s chin and tilts it upward. “Ellie-” Jiroki sneers, the strawberry blonde woman giggling as battle happens around them. “You could have avoided this you know.” Ellie’s other hand reaches forward to begin gliding her fingers along the elongated ear of the elf. “This wasn’t any of your business. But now it’s too late. I’ll need to set a firm reminder for your lover boy.” “You won’t get away with this!” Jiroki struggles to get up, trying to call forth her inner magics for a way of escape, but she feels the magic being siphoned out of her like breath being drawn for her lungs. The woman just cackles, wrapping her hands around Jiroki’s ears. No words are given as fel fire is conjured, and Jiroki screams in sheer agony as her ears are burned. As it goes on Jiroki’s vision starts to fade, trying to grasp onto consciousness as the pain rivals some of her most severe injuries. Eventually it stops, and her throbbing ears can barely hear the sound of a blade being drawn from a sheathe, the cold steel being dragged along her cheek in a crisscross. “Heheh, but I already am getting away with it. Once I kill off the rest of my enemies, that is.” Making her mark of an X on Jiroki’s cheek, letting the blood weep from the skin. “But, if you want to play, come and find me.” Jiroki’s brought back from her mind as fel stone fizzles out, losing its color and becoming a dull grey. Just now noticing how much her hand is trembling, her grip tightens on the rock, it begins to crack. Amber’s sobs bring her attention; at least one person is alive from all this, and she needs to be taken from here. “Amber…” Conscious of Gelt’s body near her she Jiroki does her best to ignore it for the time being, coming closer to the small human. “We have to go.” Amber’s sobbing gets worse at that, reluctant to leave Eilynne’s body. Jiroki manages to push herself to stand and come beside Amber, bending down and trying to coax Amber to let go. She starts to struggle, Amber crying hysterically, but Jiroki realizes that the human had many cuts and gashes in her armor as well. Wrapping her arms around her waist, Jiroki hoists up, and the body of Eilynne slips from Amber’s grasp as she starts to wail and struggle. Amber only stood about five feet in height, much more shorter than the elf that reached seven feet, yet Jiroki found her strength taxed while moving her. Hoisting the human up with unsteady legs she gets Amber hanging over her shoulder, stumbling a few steps backwards and risking a fall, but she manages. Amber kicks and wails and tries to squirm off, but she’s just a broken and weakened mess as Jiroki still has just an ounce of strength left to carry out this task, hanging on by sheer will and anger. “I’m going to kill her...” Jiroki talks to herself as she limps along the bloodied grounds, Amber’s hysterical cries ambience in the background. “I’m going to tear her heart out…” Trying to take Amber out away from all the carnage and into an open field for air, and from there she can at least gain their bearings. A caw from the air catches her attention, lifting her head up to look. High up above a gryphon looped in a circle, a dwarf on the back that surveyed the area. It must have been one of the Wildhammer’s sent to scout what had caused all the smoke and fires on the ground. Jiroki stops and waves her hand up that was holding Amber steady for leverage, trying to catch the dwarf’s attention. Once Amber was safe, games could be played. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After all was said and done it became clear that revenge can’t fill a void in her chest. Jiroki sat in a chair outside of Gelt’s former house in Stormwind, dressed in comfortable robes and a glass of lemonade on a table in front of her. It remained untouched, Jiroki just staring out blanky in front of her towards the cobblestone streets. Devoid of emotions she just sat, but from the open door stepped out a Highborne. “Alright, I just finished folding up the sheets… It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” Long silver hair bound back while his own beard had been braided to keep from flourishing, Sasil had nearly been stuck to Jiroki’s side ever since her return, helping tend to her injuries and whatever business she had to settle. Him speaking caused her ears to twitch, and it sends a dull and painful reminder of the bandages wrapped around them. “Hm…” Jiroki had nothing to say, nothing she wanted. Sasil adjusted his rolled up sleeves, uncharastically in loose linen and simple trousers as he had set to help clean the fallen cavalry's house today for Jiroki. A quick glance made him notice Jiroki hadn’t touched her lemonade, and he tries a different approach. “There does happen to be a slight chill in the air…” He states. “Perhaps some tea would be more fitting? Do you want me to make some jasmine?” Coming up and gently brushing his hand over the back of her hair. “If you want.” Dismissive, not reacting to his touch at all. His silver brows knit together, but he goes ahead and steps inside to start brewing some tea, nothing else he could do but try. Jiroki remained still for a time longer, eyes lazily spotting a small butterfly landing on a potted plant with budding flowers. Eilynne had planted those, she had watered them diligently every day. Moving from her spot she glued herself to for hours she stands, leaving her drink unattended as she steps into the house. It had become barren, only large pieces of furniture and kitchenware remaining as most of the personal belongings and decor had been packed. Jiroki didn’t have the will to go through them, nor did Gelt and Eilynne Weissgron have any living relatives to contact, let alone a unit to report back to. Sasil tood in the kitchen, a kettle already over a stove top as he looked through different tea blends that were in the house, turning as he noticed Jiroki going towards the stairs. “Jiroki-?” “I’m going to lay down for a bit.” Bare feet gently pad up the wooden steps as she makes her way up, leaving Sasil down below. “Ah- ok! I’ll- I’ll be here…” Letting his words fall flat, brushing his hand over his head as he lets out a sigh. Jiroki could have walked with her eyes close to the bedroom where Gelt used to be in, one she had shared with on special nights. But it looked so different now, boxes filled with his belongings and some with decorations. For a split second the thought occurred to her that perhaps they were just moving, moving to Ironforge like he had hoped to one day. But the daydream was smothered out by the cold reality. Walking forward she makes her way to the bed. The blankets had not been packed yet, and his scent still lingered in the room, but she nearly tripped as one of the floorboards bent at an odd angle. Quickly stepping back she looks down to see it partially lifting up from the rest, and it was then that she realized she had nearly forgotten about his secret cubby. “Don’t tell Eilynne, but I keep her mother’s heirlooms in here. I don’t trust banks.” The middle aged men had beckoned to Jiroki once upon a time, having crow’s feet yet still had a youthful mischievous glint in his eyes. Jiroki knelt herself down and gingerly pulled back the floorboard, seeing the box hidden beneath. Reaching down she plucked it out and held it on her lap, deciding to go through it. Inside rest a savings bond written to Eilynne that she could cash in when of an older age, a small ring box that held both Gelt’s and his deceased wife’s wedding rings, and a jeweled locket that would have been passed on to Eilynne. Jiroki didn’t know what to do with the savings bond, but perhaps the other items could be buried with Gelt and his daughter. But there was a different small box that Jiroki didn’t remember seeing, pulling that out and setting the rest down. It looked like a ring box too, but she couldn’t recall him showing anymore then what she had thus so far seen. Opening it up, when she looked inside she nearly felt her body tear in on itself. A single ring, a shining silver with Darnassian rune work lining all around it, a studded diamond perched atop that shimmered like it was brand new. On the inside of the band was the tiniest of engravings, but stood out the most for her. G & J. The ring fell onto the floor with a gentle clatter as Jiroki gripped the sides of her head tightly, trembling and started to heave up sobs to the point she started gagging. Overcome with grief she tries to run away from it, so much so as to stand up and physically move away from the ring meant for her, but she nearly topples over a standing mirror. Turning in shock she sees herself in her reflection, ears wrapped up in bandages and another patch right over the mark that Ellie had left on her cheek, where a scar would form. The very same face that led so many to death, she takes the opportunity to exact her vengeance on her own self and punch at her reflection, causing the mirror to shatter with a loud crash. From downstairs Sasil immediately bolted up the flight of steps and to the room, just in time to see Jiroki hurl the rest of the standing mirror towards the wall. A hand shoots out and with his arcane capabilities the shards and furniture piece are pulled away from her, and he’s quick to dash in and catch her falling form. “You’re ok, you’re ok!” He gently chides as he pants, having exerted his talents much more quickly than he was prone to, but that meant nothing to him as he held Jiroki to his chest. She wailed into him, fists weakly striking at him before she just gives in to her grief, mourning loudly and clutching to the Highborne. Sasil soothes Jiroki’s hair as she laments, there in the room with so many memories packed away. Knelt by the broken pieces of the mirror, Jiroki lets herself break as well. (( @daily-writing-challenge​ )) (( Amber is my alt! Shout out to all the other player characters involved in this! This was set in the time somewhere between events of MoP and way before Warlords released, with guilds no longer active! I hope they’re all doing well. )) (( I also had been fighting vertigo all day, so halfway through this is when editing stopped, sorry for any inconsistencies! ))

#stories

[hypnoticharlequin]

Hypnotist Posters (Again!)

I’ve done this once before, but there are so many interesting old hypnotist posters around I couldn’t resist showing off some more I’ve come across.

I covered the Flints in my previous post but I wanted to show this one off. I actually unironically love this poster as it reminds me of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s works due to the floral pattern and the lush skin tone used on Miss Flint. 

What I have found out since the last installment was that Miss Flint was heavily advertised as a solo performer, getting her own posters and other things. According to one source I found, she was famed for her dress collection and women would attend her shows, just to see what dress she was wearing that night!

Also, she had the cutest nickname a hypnotist has ever had. Seriously, “The Little Hypnotic Subeam” is just fantastic and would actually make her stand out amongst her contemporaries who went for much more formal and authoritarian titles.

I think this poster is from the 1890s. At least that is the date I see linked to this poster when it is mentioned and the art style sort of fits that date.

Obviously, the first thing that draws your attention is Kennedy and his pose. Where a lot of hypnotists went for a more intimidating or solid pose, Kennedy seems rather fancy-free.

Also, it’s nice to see the moon from Majora’s Mask getting work. This was one of it’s earlier appearances while it was still young and fresh faced. The people on the moon are pretty cute, I like the woman in the middle, I mean it takes a lot of effort to be having so much fun you almost fall off the moon. This poster seems to fit in with a tradition that saw magicians hanging out with various magical beings on their posters. Seriously, the sheer number of posters that feature magicians just chilling with Satan is pretty mind blowing.

If I could sum this poster up in one sound, it would be never ending screams. 

Now, I can’t find much about “The Amazing Ormond” but I do wonder if this is Ormond McGill, better known as Dr. Zomb. He wrote the book “Encyclopedia of Genuine Stage Hypnotism” which is still considered to be the bible of stage hypnosis. 

This poster is honestly terrifying. I’m not sure if it’s partially due to the reproduction, old paper stock with a black background is notorious for its inability to scan well. But the black eyes mixed with the uplighting give this a seriously creepy vibe, Ormond’s face having an almost uncanny valley look to it.  

But, I can’t deny it worked, I’m not able to go through my folder of hypnosis posters without this one catching my eye. In fact, one of the main reasons I am writing this post is so I can delete this image from my hard drive. 

I don’t know why, but this poster reminds me of a perfume ad. I’m not sure if it’s the color palette or Miss Brandon’s slightly wistful look. 

Joan Brandon is pretty famous in magic circles for being the first televised female magician. She was famous for combing her magic with orchestra music (played by her own orchestra) and was very well known for her signature trick, a magic cocktail bar (a variation on the Think-A-Drink trick.) 

In hypnosis circles, she is most known for her books, The Art of Hypnotism, Successful Hypnotism, The Science of Self-Hypnosis and Help Yourself Thru Hypnotism and Self Hypnosis which are all still good reads even to this day. 

The Art Of Hypnotism is also known for its rather amusing photographic illustrations. It’s easy to find online but quite often turns up for a few dollars on eBay or in second-hand bookstores and I thoroughly recommend it. 

This poster is one of those I see around a lot and only recently bothered to look into the history of. It’s from 1966 and I always thought it was from later on. This poster looks just so very 60s I really had it down as a later parody of the style as opposed to actually just being of that era. 

It actually took me a long time to find out even the most basic things about this guy but Merlin (real name William Joseph Rawle) was from Australia and was Australia’s oldest performing hypnotist.

I want to zoom into the text under Merlin for a moment, as it is rather glorious. 

It really is a throwback to older posters to have a description of the acts performed front and center, but compared to some of the older hypnosis posters (which promised utterly insane things) this seems rather restrained. In fact, these are now considered stock hypnotist tricks.  

What makes me chuckle is the onion eating trick. It’s done all the time but it always interests me to see which fruit is used as the replacement taste. In the UK it always tended to be an apple, and I’ve seen orange used a bit in the US. I wonder if you could do a chart of “onion taste replacement fruits” arranged by geography. 

Being the oldest performing hypnotist, Merlin has several other posters over the years. 

This one focuses more on his mind reading as opposed to his hypnotism, but I utterly love the design. It has this almost 3D effect which makes it look like the poster has a few actual physical layers, but I do suspect it might be the issue with scanning black ink rearing it’s ugly head once more.  

While the last one was pretty joyous this one is practically metal, with its skulls and very industrial images in the crystal ball.

 This poster seems very old school compared to the other two, mostly due to how text-heavy it is. But unlike some posters, the claims all seem pretty normal by today’s standards. The only one that sticks out to me is the one about treating children for nervous complaints while they sleep. All the methods I have seen for this involve just standing and whispering to your child while they sleep because nothing helps the nerves more than an adult looming over your bed whispering at you in the deepest, darkest night. 

Virgil and Julie were a big magic act in the 1950s and 1960s taking shows containing a few hundred illusions around the world. 

Hypnotism played a part but it was nowhere near the focus of the show, but this poster is something to behold, it really is a mish-mash of everything that was hip in the era. The B-movie Esq UFO and the almost eerie-cutie spacewoman flying around it. 

Julie’s costume is very similar to that of the Jeannie from the Tv series I Dream Of Jeannie which debuted in 1965 and went a long way to putting the “harem” costume we know today into the public consciousness.

I want to end on this poster which became quite the rabbit hole for me and I’m frankly not 100% sure I’m correct on all of it. 

I had a real good laugh when I saw the Reveer because he looks like every stereotype of a magician and hero cowboy got thrown into a blender. The turban and the Lone Ranger mask just look so silly together. 

I also found it funny that his name was close to that of Reveen, the hypnotist famous for his performances in Canada who would have been performing at around this time.

Then I got to digging and found I could find hardly anything on Reveer, apart from some poster seller listing him as Tony Cole, a magician who apparently worked sharpshooting into his magic act which does explain the Lone Ranger mask.

Tony Cole also apparently had posters of his own, but all I can find of them is the following: 

And no, Tumblr isn’t going weird, that is the only image I can find of one of his posters. I did, however, turn up a news article on him from 1977 from “The Independent Record from Helena, Montana” advertising a show he was going to do. 

As you can see the resembelence is there so I presume this is the same guy.

As an aside, you might realize this picture is totally and utterly unreadable. The place I found it had the plain text of the article, unfortunately, it was made by OCR copying the document and the results are an utter mess.

Some highlights include: 

To be able to make someone do what another person desires carl brln^a gleam .into the eyes of ambitious people. 

This impression oF hypnotism's power is one of the mast fallacious and dangerous, according to Cole, who when pressed will admit bis lull name is Tony Colo, a hypnotist, magician ami entertainer.

In between all the weird OCR errors, we can see a recurring theme that Tony Cole doesn’t like to use his first name, which means he is the Cole from the latter poster and would explain why he would make a stage character.

M PEOPLE L'NDEH HYPNOSIS won t do anything they wouldn't do normally, " ttie Canadian-born entertainer said In an Interview In Helena. 

Cole recalled ihnl a Groat Falls A A W manager had been hypnotized and was told he was Elvis Presley. The man began gyrating and singing, dulng spills and performing in the late-lfloOs style (bat endeared Presley lo the teen set. Cole said. He added that the shy A & W manager would not normally rarry 1 don't think a person has to put someone in an embarrassing situation or use anything smutty or not in clean family fun in order to entertain. 

I’m sure we can all agree that Elvis’ late-LfloOs style was by far his best style and one that really became his signature. And all of the teen girls were into Elvis for his pet bat. 

He tries, to Tony Cole, a hypnotist, magician and all-around entertainer correct any misconceptions about hypnotism, anri he hypnotizes willing members of the audience. 

He tries to himself? Is that some artsy way of saying he tries to be himself?

On his stage, people might shiver In Ihc arctic temperatures he has described or away In Lhc breeze like palm trees. 

And his chauffeur and helper, Wayne Adolph, emphatically added In his gravelly voice. "It's real."

I don’t know why that bit made me laugh so hard, but it really did. I’m not sure if it’s the fact the guy is called his “helper” or just the fact he decided to just randomly join the interview. 

MORE AND MORE PEOPLE are believing in Ihr authenticity of hypnosis, contends Cole, who has certificates from at least three schools of hypnotism and who has been licensed to leach hypnotism Physicians, dentists, psychiatrists, pollliuUnH, ministers, entertainers, teachers, lawyers, salesmen, atnletes and pilots are among those, who are studying or using hypnosis, Cole said. 

Some beneficial uses for which hypnosis Is being sLudled include easing childbirth, treating alcoholism, slopping smokers from Indulging and treating empbysemn and asthma victims to breathe properly. 

All of these arc medical uses or hypnosis and "the practitioner must by certified as a hypnolechuician and receive a doctor's prescribed order before he hypnotizes someone. Cole said. 

Yes, everyone remember to become certified as a hypnolechuician, that is a very important qualification to have. 

But ask him about himself and the answers dissolve in shrugs and evasiveness. He doesn't like to use his first name. 

Again, some more information that works with the idea that Cole had a few side characters he played sometimes. 

 He makes good money at hypnotism and his oilier entertainments as he travels across the country and into Canada. 

However, I do not wish to see Mr. Cole’s oilier entertainments.

"I know I have a talent but that talent should he scared. ]f pc0pte |,ave a latent and don't share it they re ripping it elf." 

And your guess is as good as mine on this last one. 

So there we have it, The Great Reveer, hypnotist and fiction all rolled into one oddly costumed package. I wish I could find more on this as there seems to be an interesting story in here, but unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any records I can find.

However, if this taught us anything, it’s that if I get bored of hypnosis, I can just turn this into a bad OCR blog. 

#hypnosis #hypnotism #stage hypnosis #posters #design #hypnotists #ocr

[coconutbalm]

holy grail fic rec

since all i do is read fic i figured i should share my faves 

also these are all larry fics sorry

devil town a southern us au

so keep my candle bright  louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

this wicked game  An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

tug-of-war  Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

i’ll make this feel like home  Harry can't sleep because the cat next door won't stop meowing. He goes over to confront its owner, things go surprisingly well, and the cat ends up being the cutest thing that he's ever seen. Well, besides its omega owner.A love story quickly blossoms.

we’ll be the stars  When cleaning out his grandmothers art supplies, Harry finds a magical paintbrush that brings to life anything he paints. So he decides to paint his dead fiancé, Louis.

happiness comes in on tiptoes  the AU where Louis is new to the neighborhood and Harry is the angel living next door.

keep on dreaming, this is hollywood  A Pretty Woman AU where Louis is the high-powered businessman and Harry is the hooker. No, there is no necklace scene, but there is definitely piano sex.

have you coming back again It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

          just a feeling  The first time that Harry thinks about marriage in relation to Louis, he’s eighteen years old, standing in the middle of a crowded frat house, six drinks down and another in his hand

glitter/gold series

here in the afterglow  1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger. 

if i should stay  Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

210 days  Harry is in the army and Louis is back in New York. Together, they get through Harry's six month leave by sending a series of letters back and forth. They've done it before, and they can do it again.

another hazy may  louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

a love like war  the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he's got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn't know he needed saving in the first place.

all the right moves  This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.

do not go gentle into that good night the one 1997 AU where Harry is a bank robber and Louis falls in love with him

fading  Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (read the tags)

it’s in the love  Harry is sorta punk and never stops staring at Louis.

and i know these scars will bleed  Harry has anger issues and he meets Louis in a rehab center

love endless (the road to recollection) The year is groovy 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright. Would be fine if he wasn't so viciously bullied at both home and school for such a "harmful" sexual preference.Yeah, yeah, we've all heard this story, haven't we? Believe him, Louis didn't think he was anything special either.Until he found the mansion. The notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town in Bumfuck Nowhere, Idaho. No one with a brain ever goes near it, but Louis could use a little excitement in his life...and possibly a Band-Aid or two.

autumn leaves  Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

a life that we share (i owe it all to you)  Harry's son get bullied until Louis' son shows up

adore you  Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

never be  The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

falling slowly  Louis is a quiet and shy famous football player who has a secret obsession with fish and Harry is a photographer who talks enough for the both of them.

since i’ve found you  Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary's church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

swim in the smoke “What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

but the world looks better through your eyes  Harry loves to see him doing things he loves. Whether it's being on stage in front of a crowd of thousands, playing football, reading to his sisters, or rubbing Harry's feet (maybe not that last one) Harry lives for the moments he gets to see Louis so completely in his element. Because, while Louis doing something as simple as brushing his teeth is breathtaking to Harry, watching him practice his knee kicks in the backyard is almost otherworldly. Louis seems to glow from the inside out- still is, even in this bar- and Harry can never get enough. (also my best friend wrote this so you have to read it) 

we’ll cast some light (you’ll be alright)   There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

have fun & read responsibly 

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Chickens as Pets: 5 Kid-Friendly Chicken Breeds

Raising a flock of backyard chickens as pets with “benefits” is a fun, fulfilling activity that the whole family can get involved in. Kids love to help collect eggs, refill feeders and waterers, and watch the chickens chase bugs in the yard. If you are considering starting a flock of backyard chickens, choosing a few “kid friendly” chicken breeds will result in a flock of calm, docile hens that your kids can have fun petting, holding and interacting with.

Getting your chickens as baby chicks and handling them often  (be sure to teach your kids how to safely hold the chicks – always have an adult present to avoid accidents or injuries – and enforce strict rules about washing hands after handling the chicks), bringing them treats, and spending time with them early on will ensure your chickens are used to your children, and vice versa.  In the past I have bought pullets (young chickens, usually 3 months of age or older, but under a year old) and despite spending plenty of time with them, never found them to be as friendly as those I raised from hatch or as day-old chicks. It really does make a difference, so buy your chicks as young as you can — or hatch your own in an incubator (chicks hatched under a hen aren’t as friendly to humans as those hatched in an incubator).

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In addition, choosing chicken breeds known for being friendly and calm is your best bet for a family-friendly flock and very important if you are interested in raising the chickens as pets. I have raised nearly twenty different breeds over the last seven years and temperament from breed to breed really does vary greatly. I am naturally drawn to the more friendly breeds and now have a flock comprised nearly entirely of chickens that have no problem letting me hold them and pet them, and even seem to enjoy the company of humans.

Since many areas limit flock size to just five hens, here are five of my favorite chicken breeds. I would actually recommend getting one of each for a diversified, interesting kid-friendly flock.

L to R: Buff Orpington and Australorp, Salmon Faverolle, Olive Egger, Blue Cochin, Australorp

Buffs

Gorgeous, buttery yellow Buff Orpington chickens are often referred to as the “golden retrievers” of the chicken world. As far as raising chickens as pets, if you can only choose one breed, this is it. Buffs are notoriously calm, sweet, friendly chickens. They are fairly large, but not so large as to be intimidating to little ones. They are brown egg layers and are both cold hardy and heat tolerant. One of my first chickens was a Buff Orpington named Grace and she sure lived up to her name. She was a sweet hen who never bothered anyone and loved to trail around after me in the yard like a puppy dog.

Australorps

The name Australorp comes from blending the words “Australian” and “Orpington”. Very similar in size and temperament to Buffs, Australorps were bred in Australia from Black Orpingtons and are the Australian version of the Buff Orpington. They are solid black, although their feathers will shine with a purple and green sheen in the sunlight. Australorps lay pale tan eggs and hold the world record for egg laying.

A personal favorite chicken breed of mine, my flock has always included at least one or two Australorps. My current flock has two Black Australorps, one of whom is my alpha hen Annie who rules the roost with a firm yet kind hand (claw?). She has never been unnecessarily aggressive to either the other hens or chicks. And in fact, she has hatched eggs for me and been a wonderful mother to the chicks.

Faverolles

Faverolles are one of the most adorable chicken breeds. They come from France and come in one of two colors – either white or salmon. They have feathered feet and cheek muffs, making them some of the cutest, puffy little chickens. Faverolles chickens are so docile, they are often at the bottom of the pecking order, but their gentle nature makes them a perfect fit for a family flock. They are curious and active and tend to be a bit talkative as they lay pale cream-colored eggs.

Cochins

Cochins are another chicken breed that works well in a family flock of chickens as pets. Extremely calm and laid-back, they are large hens with feathered feet – originally bred in China as an ornamental breed.  They are hardy and perfectly content to lazily wander around the backyard. They lay large light brown eggs and can tend to go broody (sit on eggs until they hatch), but don’t generally turn into “broodzillas” like some other chicken breeds do, so if you want the experience of hatching some chicks under one of your hens, a cochin mom is the perfect choice. Cochins come in a variety of colors including black, white, blue and buff.

Olive Eggers

Now for some different colored chicken eggs. Kids and adults alike get excited about a little color in the egg basket! While I don’t find either Maran chickens (that lay chocolate brown eggs) or Ameraucana chickens (that lay blue eggs) to be terribly friendly chicken breeds, their offspring, the Olive Egger is a fun chicken for the backyard flock and calmer than their parents.

Olive Eggers, as their name suggests, lay gorgeous olive green eggs. The Olive Egger (not yet a recognized breed) was created by crossing a dark brown egg layer (such as a Marans, Penedesenca or Welsummer) and a blue egg layer (an Ameraucana, Araucana or Cream Legbar) to create the deep green color. In addition to the green eggs they lay, Olive Eggers have retained some of the best traits of their parent breeds and have feathered feet, cute cheek muffs and are beautiful chickens, usually a glossy black or beautiful lavender/blue. They are on the small side, which can be attractive to younger children, and not as flighty as the Ameraucanas and other blue egg laying chicken breeds.

Raising chickens as pets, as I mentioned above, is such a great pastime for the entire family. Choosing chicken breeds that don’t mind being picked up, love to be petted, and will follow you and your kids around like pet dogs makes the whole experience even more fun for everyone. Check out some of the five chicken breeds I recommend for your flock. I have personally raised them all, plus many other breeds, and find these five to be the friendliest, calmest, most “pet-like” hens. Even the roosters of these breeds are more docile and less aggressive than other roosters – another important thing to keep in mind when you start your backyard flock, especially if you have small children.

Photo credit: Sara B. from ChickinBoots!

What are your favorite chickens as pets? Can you add to this list?

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Chickens as Pets: 5 Kid-Friendly Chicken Breeds was originally posted by All About Chickens

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Paint went a very long way in the bathroom on the third floor. The biggest change was the tumbling blocks pattern that I painted onto the wood floor, but I also changed out hardware and fixtures while the major pieces remained the same.

The ceiling, walls, and floor were all white before, and the door, dresser, window frame, and toilet seat were oak. The ceiling and walls got a fresh coat of white paint, and I painted the floor pattern in shades of pink and red. I painted the door black, left the dresser as-is, painted the window white, and swapped the toilet seat for a black one with a piano finish.

I also switched up the art just outside the bathroom. From the hallway, it all works together.

Between the floor and the paintings in the hall, I thought any art in the bathroom itself ought to be subtle. I printed out and traced an old illustration of tassels, but wanted to stack two frames on top of one another. I kept thinking to myself “I don’t know what to put here.” So I fancied up the text and wrote it in French, bien sûr.

Everyone wants to know about the vases. They are the cutest! They are also way sold out! Sorry. They were from West Elm, but the artist responsible for the collaboration creates and sells other styles on Atelier Stella. And more recently I picked up these ceramic boxes with a bauhaus influence that are on sale and will surely be gone soon as well. Hurry if you like them.

The door knobs on the entire third floor were switched out to uniform egg & dart knobs that better fit with the original details elsewhere in the Victorian during a round of the One Room Challenge. I also added brass Eastlake hooks to the back of the door for all of the nonexistent towels to hang after all of the nonexistent showers and baths we take in this bathroom. (It function as a powder room for us.)

The antique dresser is only 17.5″ deep (most are 21-24″). It is showing its age and has definitely been secured in place, so removing the top and replacing the counter and sink weren’t options I was interested in. That meant I would be using a centerset faucet with the existing sink and I went with this vintage-style brass faucet.

After all that brass? Black! I replaced the dresser handles with simple Emtek black porcelain cabinet knobs. This meant there were holes to fill and you’ll find them if you’re really looking, but otherwise it’s not noticeable.

I used 12″ Drawer Pull as towel bar along the side of the dresser. I had the hardest time figuring out where to put the dang towel in this room! Above the toilet? Eh, not all that great. On the wall to the left of the mirror? Tried it with a towel ring. It was OK, but it bugged me and limited my flower-arranging-space (so important, you know). The adjacent wall would have been good, but the light switch is there. The side of the dresser seemed like the best place, even if it’s not ideal.

An aside: Magazines are notorious for editing/cropping out the towel! You don’t always realize it until you start looking specifically for ideas on placement and realize that very often, there’s no way to dry your hands. Use your shirt, I guess!

Happy to call this tiny bathroom done. It’s in a dormer popped out of the roofline in our finished attic and I can touch the ceiling with ease, but my it’s cute.

Get the Look

PAINT COLORS  • Walls and Ceiling: Simply White, Benjamin Moore  • Door: Authentic Black, Dutch Boy  • Floor: Crimson, Puppy Paws, and Odessa Pink, Benjamin Moore

Hand-Painted Floor, Inspired by Encaustic Cement Tile from Mosaic House

Antique Oval Mirror (similar), Chairish

Vintage Floral Paintings, South Loop Loft

Bette Portrait by Tali Yalonetzki, Artfully Walls

Gallery Brass Frame, CB2

Framed Card, People I’ve Loved

Tassel Illustration, Wiktionary

White 11×14 Picture Frames, Target

Globe Table Lamp, West Elm

Atelier Stella Vases, West Elm

Mod Black + White Ceramic Boxes, West Elm

Emtex Black Porcelain Knobs, Wayfair

Brass Thurman Sconces, Rejuvenation

12″ Tolson Drawer Pull, Rejuvenation

Murchison Hume Soap, Amazon

Embroidered Stripe Towel, Pottery Barn

Embroidered Hotel Shower Curtain, Pottery Barn

Nostalgic Warehouse Egg & Dart Door Knobs, House of Antique Hardware

Black Toilet Seat, Amazon

Delta Victorian Brass Toilet Lever, Amazon

Double Handle Centerset Brass Faucet, Wayfair

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