#the watchman

[brianfrench1995]

The Watchman, Showing The Makuntuweap River, Zion National Park - Postcard

@postcardtimemachine

#zion national park #the watchman #makuntuweap river #postcard #national parks #vintage postcards #ephemera

[clover-is-strange]

WIP

I'm making Cultist Simulator aspect and Magnus Archives entities playlists!

I'll update this post when I finish more icons and add more songs :]

plus if anyone has any recommendations I'd welcome them!

Winter: 4'33" (...)

Knock:

Edge: I'm Gonna Win

Forge: Tango Del Fuego

Lantern: Leave my Body, Don't Wake me up

Moth: Stuff is Way, Abbey

Grail: Fear & Delight, Formidable Marinade, Tango Del Fuego

Heart: Sleeping Giants

each entity icon is based on a specific episode MAG 174[vast], MAG 31[hunt], MAG 25[dark], and MAG 47[spiral]

[All the entity playlists have the listed contents + The Fear Song]

The Extinction:

The Slaughter: 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)

The Lonely: A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (Aprox), Sex with a Ghost, Alone Again (Naturally), Memoir #2 [06.12.09]

The Web: Puppet Boy

The Desolation: Arsonist's Lullaby, Tongues & Teeth, Who's Eye is it Anyways

The Stranger: Mask of my Own Face, Imposter Syndrome, Jack Stauber's New Normal, Terry's Taxidermy, people are strange

The Hunt: Animal Skin, What's so amazing about grace, Run Boy Run, That Unwanted Animal, Cop Car

The Vast: I've got some falling to do, Major Tom (Coming Home)

The Spiral: The Mind Electric, Devil's train, uncanny, Abbey

The Eye: Evil Eye, Somebody's Watching Me, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

The Flesh: The Dismemberment Song, Formidable Marinade, The Body Terror Song (I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier), Body, Petrov Yelyena and me, meat

The End: Made of Death

The Buried: The Song with Five Names, Hand me my shovel I'm going in

The Dark: Dr Sunshine is Dead

The Corruption: The Hearse Song (I debated this one for a long time, but I decided that it's A corruption Song much more than a End song.), insects, maggot, Nobody Likes Me (Think I'll go eat worms)

#work in progress #playlists #music #cultist simulator #Cultist simulator aspects #the red grail #The thunderskin #The Watchman #The Elegiast #the magnus archives #the magnus archive entities #The Vast #The Dark #The Spiral #The Hunt #The Flesh

[weirdlookindog]

Fields of the Nephilim - The Watchman

#fields of the nephilim #the watchman #Youtube

[my-burnt-city]

TBC 30 Day Challenge

Day 18: Fav line

When I think of dialogue I love, I think of lines like Hades's "But I wonder, this time, will she love me?", and Persephone's "I only remember one thing; I came here because I love you", and then I get stuck in a rabbit hole where I just want to list every single word those two endlessly chatty hopeless romantics utter throughout the entire show

So I'm going to invoke the Persephone Exception (basically: we all know that Persephone is the greatest achievement of Punchdrunk's entire tenure, so keep it interesting by answering the question using the best example that isn't Persephone-related), and luckily there was this one other character who offered up this small snippet, that never failed to send shivers down my spine every single time

"But humans are nothing if not resilient.

We all have our secret ways of coping.

For the rains that we lost. For the Earth that we scorched.

For what it is. And for what it still can be."

Bless you, Watchman, for being such a stoic and low-key but constantly reassuring presence. Here's to you 🥃

#the burnt city #burnt city #punchdrunk #punchdrunk theatre #immersive theatre #immersive #tbc 30 day challenge #watchman #the watchman

[timesnewfishcat]

the watchman :3

#art #fishcatart #thistlecliffe #the watchman #quinn #aster #one very big millipede #man i really love this brush

[a-clover-counter]

Catherine, Lantern Long, Student of The Glory

'Mercy', Saith The Watchman, 'is only found in shadow'.

#5 a history that is more often false than true

Owns a Signed copy of a Locksmith's Dream

Has with her bare hands, but prefers to drive her hunters to insanity when possible.

Working on Creating a great intangible library, and visits the Hush House in the season on Numa.

Is known to steal books.

Like all Lantern Long, Her Form isn't actually real, only an illusion.

Used to Run The Mirror of Glory, and when she did her followers were terrified of her, but also entirely dependent. (y'know, like a cult)

You Would absolutely gain Dread if you talked to her.

Skillset:

A Vivid Imagination

A Matchless Physique

A Rarefied mind

#art #clovercounterart #cultist simulator #journal #cultist simulator art #cultsim #cultsim art #oc #the watchman #The Glory

[elegyforiphigenia]

THE WATCHMAN.

a piece of writing relating to the character of 'the watchman' from punchdrunk's the burnt city. includes spoilers for his loop - also includes details of his 1:1, without directly stating it. predominantly inspired by ferghas clavey's interpretation & performance of the role! triggers for spoilers / mentions of death / sacrifice / murder.

Mycenae is a colourless checkpoint of beige and navy. Peeping through occasionally are hulks of grey, positioned within the beast to make it more of a machine, pumping out futile attempts at warfare. It forgets to exhale out. Oxidization is permitted, the world allowed to rust and weather, but it never breathes out; carbon dioxide never escapes the lungs and so nothing ever seems to grow. Sometimes the seeds found there seem themselves damned to retain that sallow colour they have before nourishment. Everywhere he treads is a wasteland of sorrowful sand, specks and specks and specks that stick in his shoes after as a reminder: this city is my cradle and I am its prisoner.

   He is not alone in that. All the boys who dreamt of pretty little horses as children are swiftly made prisoner to their city soon enough. A greatcoat is thrust upon their shoulders, the burden enough to break backs. Blacks and bays, dapples and greys – when a child of Mycenae grows up, all the pretty little horses are ruined for them; horses are meat and horses are caged and horses are diseased and horses die. He still sees them in his dreams, however. Slumping across his desk, he will fall asleep upon sheafs of paper bearing the symbol of Troy. In the gods they trust, and they stamp horses in honour. In truth, though, he cannot label them dreams simply because they come in sleeping; his city sleeps in a waking nightmare that comes to him at night also.

   Troy bears him bad dreams, but he knows Troy would argue him to not be a prisoner – if he truly is one, he is a prisoner complicit in the chaining. He is a soldier, though unlike the others, he is an outcast to the brutality. The one who encircles death is still a monster. He watches it all, fetches and carries, and so he is a murderer. He is a soldier and others become captive under his work. Prisoner he must be, though, he swears all the soldiers are – for he is walking now with vacant grief in his face back from Troy, trundling his storage cage through the wafting darkness, and even with a girl strung under their doing, he thinks all his fellow men stumble the same as him.

   Neoptolemus could not even do the honour of sacrificing her. So stricken with the realisation of Mycenae’s foul deeds that he slipped into the role of coward. The knife hesitated in his hands. It came to this: she took the death blade betwixt her own hands and plunged it bold into her bared chest. Her name was Polyxena, he remembers, and he prefers to think of himself as nameless as he pushes his crate back to where it resides. Inside it is the mat he made her sacrificial altar. Inside it is the basin of water. Inside it is the stick he used to tell Troy that the winds whirled around them, crafting a circle that would not protect their city. No chalk or votives would protect them: playtime was over and their palladium would no longer ensure safeguarding.

   So it is: Troy has fallen. He will call himself the watchman. That is what he did: he watched. Watched the women of Troy stand mighty together and clap their chests. Whilst his fellow men stood proud against pride, he stood by his crate. Whilst he remembers, he treads over to the almighty Czech hedgehogs. It amuses him always to witness them – Mycenae were always the attackers, fighting on the home soil of others. Yet they made their own sand militant. The soldiers used to laugh amongst themselves that the only joy allowed within their city was in the form of the young Iphigenia; Neoptolemus, second-in-command to Agamemnon, attested to this whenever he returned from visiting the man and his family. He told them all that the white-and-pink of her room was the death of hostility, and in that, it was blissful life. A stark contrast to even the rest of those quarters – even the tables bled greyness.

   Iphigenia, the watchman was told, was teddy bears and soft linens, with a smile bursting hope. Iphigenia was. He stands at the foot of one of the hedgehogs, the one nearest his office, where a reminder that she was the first bookmark of war lies crumpled. A wedding veil for a girl who only married death. Holding it tenderly in his hands, he knows that there is only one place to lay it to rest: there is a shrine in the barracks. Faded hopes and prayers cram the small space, thickened with the fumes of incense and rotting offerings, rotted as the results of those pleas. It is a bright space, though, and shimmers like how he imagined her smile was said to be. Admiring the shrine, he understands this: even Agamemnon is a prisoner. All of them, even that raised-above man, are prisoners to the gods.

   In the gods we trust. That refrain gallops again through his mind. Troy infiltrates him constantly. His fellow men stayed behind there. He dutifully returned to Mycenae, for too much spiralled slowly throughout him for him to partake in their neon pleasures. The gods are on his mind. He is like any good boy – the worshipping mortal who trusts in the mighty unseen. Some have described the distance between god and man as a veil, misty fog one cannot decipher, but blindly stumbles through for they trust. However – the watchman believes himself to witness on a slightly higher plane. For him, there is another layer to the mist. His eyes are permanently widened, seeing something others do not understand. Others exist in the mist but they cannot see it; he can see the fog but does not entirely conform to their lack of sight.

   Or maybe it is that he has added another god to the grandiose pantheon. Most speak of those on the mountain – the detail of nature is consistent with his newfound devotion, at least. He worships those, but he sees each flicker of inconceivable grass the same way as he would a god, now. Amongst the flickers of humankind, in the hope of them, in the flooding nature his home and prison denies to him, he understands godliness once more. It is reborn amongst ash and came before the weapon. He dreams of horses pretty in their verdant pastures. That is his hope. His constant dream. It will conquer the darkness and the nightmares.

   Down in the meadow of his dreams, there’s a poor little lamby, but she’s not crying out: she is safe with her mother and she will not be slaughtered by father.  Bees and butterflies flit around. He does all he can whilst awake to return there. Blacks and bays, dapples and greys, and he pours himself a drink.

#the watchman #the burnt city #punchdrunk #this fucking show okay! this fucking show! #had to write some stuff inspired by it eventually. and i plan to write more based on other characters. #ferghas clavey

[dreaminginthewhitevoid]

YOU'RE KIDDING ME

IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS AND NOT ONLY DO WE HAVE AN APERIODIC MONOTILE, BUT NOW WE ALSO HAVE A CHIRAL ONE?!?!

#math #the watchman #i need a cookie cutter in this shape #and 3d printed tiles for all my floors

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Roberto Coltro

#Roberto Coltro #Batman #Bruce Wayne #The Watchman #Doctor Manhattan #donna troy

[artofthemystic]

NOT JUST ANOTHER SELFIE by Otto Rapp Via Flickr: Variation of a text-prompt generation in AI Deep Dream. The text contained the words WATCHMAN and PORTRAIT. The option of Text Prompt is a new feature on Deep Dream. deepdreamgenerator.com/ asking for an assist from my personal artist friend in the moderation, using my selfie as the seed image but upping the text strength to 60% after the first try didn't turn out to my satisfaction. The artist in the modifiers is a personal friend of mine whose style of work complements my own analog art. PROMPT: " A selfie of the surrealist artist Otto Rapp transformation to the Watchman" - Modifiers: highly detailed extremely detailed fantasy oil on canvas imperial colors fantastic view Surrealism Carrie Ann Baade

#Deep Dream #surreal #fantasy #dream #AI #artificial intelligence #design #painting #visionaryart #fantasticrealism #ottorapp #Baade #The Watchman #surrealism #portrait #selfie #flickr

[rookwritesrarely]

The Watchman stood atop the highest tower of a castle overlooking a valley, and watched a battle unfold. "How fares the fray?" Asks a voice behind him. He does not turn to look at the intruder as the Lady comes to stand beside him, leaning on her cane. "It will be a decisive victory, but it will require finesse and bravery on our part." Says the giant man, still not turning away from the valley. 

"I'm not sure if you ever explained, but I've never understood why you never speak in absolutes", asks the lady, staring at a valley green and empty of combat, 

"Can't you see the future?" 

"The future is never certain, I can see possibilities, but each and every one of us has the capability of changing their fate." 

"That is both reassuring and frightening" 

"Ha! I suppose so, but even then, we must play the hand we've been given. As they say, today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."

"That sounds like something parents came up with to teach their children some lesson or some such nonsense."

"Maybe, but it is a useful lie."

"Useful how?"

"It ensures that we will be there tomorrow, making use of the gift we were given yesterday."

#writing #creative writing #original #fiction #The Chosen Rise #The Lady #The Watchman #old

[mondoreb]

End Times Prophecy Headlines: March 24-26, 2023

End Times Prophecy Report HEADLINES FRIDAY-SATURDAY-SUNDAY March 24-26, 2023 And OPINION “And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.” —Matthew 24:4 “The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.” —Fyodor Dostoevsky ===INTERNATIONAL UKRAINE: Russia Launches Attacks Across Ukraine, Killing Seven in School…

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#fighting through the end times means battles against more than flesh-and-blood #God and heaven #high income similarities #hordes of Muslims never seem to materialize #life is a wisp; a vapor; a flash--and then it is gone #the poor #the real reasons Americans are not saving for retirement #the watchman

[my-burnt-city]

THE 👏🏻 SHOW 👏🏻 IS 👏🏻 NOT 👏🏻 DIALOGUE 👏🏻 FREE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 JUST 👏🏻 AREN'T 👏🏻 FOLLOWING 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 RIGHT 👏🏻 CHARACTERS 👏🏻

(okay, a *lot* of 'em are pretty quiet but if you want a chatty show, follow hades, either hecuba but especially emily, jude's polymestor, miranda's anybody, and/or any zagreus/eurydice but especially if that day's zaggy is will or eury is stephanie; these are just my favourite chatty characters and by no means the complete and definitive list)

#the burnt city #burnt city #punchdrunk #punchdrunk theatre #immersive theatre #immersive #troy #mycenae #chatty characters #hades #hecuba #polymestor #polyxena #watchman #the watchman #zagreus #eurydice #emily mytton #jude monk mcgowan #miranda mac letten #will david thompson #stephanie nightingale

[klinefelterrible]

🍌

Reblog this to give The Librarian a banana*

*very, very carefully

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #the librarian #librarian #ook #eek #horace worblehat #Special Watchman #banana #bananagate #orangutan #orang-utan #and don't say monkey

[igate777]

TRACKING GOD'S PROPHETIC TIMELINE FOR THE SEASON. THE AWAKENED SPIRIT. PART 15

TRACKING GOD’S PROPHETIC TIMELINE FOR THE SEASON. THE AWAKENED SPIRIT. PART 15

A TIME OF REFRESHING PRAYER AND PROPHETIC DECLERATION THE SPIRIT OF AWAKENING NUMBERS 33:1-2. THESE ARE THE JOURNEYS OF THE ISRAELITES WHEN THEY CAME OUT OF THE LAND OF EGYPT BY THEIR DIVISIONS UNDER THE LEADERSHIP OF MOSES AND AARON. 2 AT THE LORD’S COMMAND, MOSES RECORDED THE STAGES OF THEIR JOURNEY. THESE ARE THE STAGES LISTED BY THEIR STARTING POINTS:… The awakened Spirit is one of the…

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#intercession #Moving towards 2023 #prayer #prophetic direction #The Watchman #governmental intercession #biblical devotional #priestly ministry #the ministry of prayer #God's mind for 2023

[theoman]

Clouds over a mountain (part of The Watchman) in Springvale, Utah. Just outside Zion National Park.

Photo by Theoman

#The Watchman #mountain #travel photography #landscape photography #clouds #mountain photography #zion national park #national parks