#catherdal

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notre-dame basilica of montréal ⋇ 01 oct

#montréal #catherdal #interiors #architecture #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #lensblr #imiging #original photography #2022 #canon R6

[head-strxng]

#blog #tumblr #photo #aesthetic #Halloween #spooky #creepy #catherdal #castle #sunset #clouds #sky #october #autumn #autumn nights

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

if you're ever wondering how I write my analyses, it's a lot of rewatching the vods multiple times through without writing anything down and just. taking it all in and thinking thoughts, and then 5th or 6th time through I do a lot of pausing and writing and quoting and pointing out actions, and then one final vod watch to make sure I didn't miss anything, and then it goes up ^^

#yes the 4000 word post-catherdal analysis followed this same pattern but i wasnt watching the whole 3 hour vod for that one #just the “ic landing at their house and beyond” part- #yeah i feel like i never talk about my process but this is exactly how it goes #theres also a lot of talking to myself too cause. yeah #helps organize thoughts #also throwing thoughts at echo during the initial vod rewatches #fable smp #fsmp #sherbertquake56 #a tag to help find my own posts

[gennsoup]

"Endurance of friendship does not depend Upon ourselves, but upon circumstance. But circumstance is not undetermined. Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended."

T. S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral

#T. S. Eliot #Murder in the Catherdal #friendship #friendship quotes #British literature #drama #drama quotes #quotes #quotes blog #literary quotes #literature quotes #literature #book quotes

[ifellinlovewithpersona]

I love how Atlus is giving in their games those easter eggs that you won't notice they are easter eggs until X beaten games later/you'd broaden your knowledge about megaten in general/ you're playing NG+

I swear every Atlus game is worth replaying in diffrent orders just for those little hidden references and I love it

#replaying p4g #i had literally nothing to do in the game so i went to okina and cafe #and now i'm kinda wondering if cafe's owner isn't easter egg to mainline smt and monk from cathedral of shadows #cause they both wear shades and similar looking beard have kinda similar sounding names and also he mentioned his brother being a monk #like i never played smt iii or iv yet but i just saw a video of catherdal comparisions and that's why i know about his existence haha

[iamalivenow]

did yall hear about the secret nier church do yall think its real

#i saw people in the subreddit talking about how its secretly a drakengard 4 or nier 3 or drakengard 3 remaster #and i looked at it and for a second thought it was the catherdal but its too narrow so i simply dont care #its just a nier reference probably #but insane right?

[aikidocenterofmiami]

Building materials for a Cat Porch. #catherder #countrylife #jeeplife #subaru (at Crystal River, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceq_ilkur22k77gxsJ36axv9ofVxMVbCm66Ii40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#catherder #countrylife #jeeplife #subaru

[pussystigmata]

idk where yall live maybe in like italy but the whole "catholic churches are beautiful and protestant churches are ugly" is such a psyop most catholic churches look like this. behold the splendor of god.

idk why yall find the most fancy looking catherdals in major cities and think thats representative of catholic churches (or why you think major protestant churches dont look the same. u cant tell an anglican vs lutheran vs catholic church apart. many methodist and presbyterian churches look the same as well).

[cowchildren]

Ok, so there are cowboys, shepherds and goatherds.

Are there pigboys? Gooseboys and dogherds and henboys? Foxherds? Ponyboys? Bullherds and catherds and houndboys, mouseherds and skunkherds - abiding in the fields?

Cowpokes and pigpokes and mooseboys and duckherds and slothpokes? Whither the possumboys?

#cowboys #shepherds #animalia #wild west

[musiquefragments]

Tangerine dream -richochet.

That is a stunning album , was not part of the coventry catherdal concert. But the youtube clips works well with it.

#tangerine dream

[emo-milk]

how rhe fuck are we ever supposed to get over "im her kind ofEVERYONE DIES IN THE CATHERDAL WHAT THE FUCKUNG FUVK

#mcr

[extravagantliar]

[ FINAL ]:     a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.

letter prompts // meme cache // accepting 

Vellum stained by sun and time, ink and fingertips, ash and smoke - something he had done on the eve of the command. Bran had told him that with the utmost certainty the Mage Ministers and the Kirkwall City Guard could move Meredith safely to city cover, underground and in the keep of the Viscounts, far from the people and the prying eyes of others. It had been an exercise in not just restraint; but an exercise in the forgiveness of one’s self. He bears grief for not doing more to stop the trade of the idol, for not doing more to stop Bartrand, and ultimately Meredith. Kirkwall is his burden, she wasn’t always, but the people he cares for - makes her his burden. 

9:44 Dragon, the 12th of Bloomingtide

Knight Captain, Former Viscount

Meredith Stannard,  

If I could understand that there is a cloud of uncertainty around us in this world. I suppose that kindness could have been extended to you as well. Tomorrow you are pulled from the dockside Gallows, and I close them in an act of Viscount, in a plan to expand trade through the Great Passage. I enter the second season as Kirkwall’s Steward, and as I continue to go over the accounts, I write with simple displeasure that you had been at the helm of my city for far longer than I care to admit. As I go through the books and archives, your name ended in legal proceedings for much longer than just the last six months of stability in Kirkwall. I cannot say it is a great pleasure to be your successor, but you and I share a common goal. I also aim to protect our people and our interests, but I am also still rebuilding from two years prior, you and I also share a history within these stoned walls as this has always been our homeland. 

I do not envy you, nor do I pretend to understand what laminations that idol sang to you to bring you to this point, for I watched it corrode my brother like a toxin, some growth that even he could not overcome. 

Alas, tomorrow you will be laid to rest in the Undercroft of Kirkwall, it has taken months to get to this point, but my brother’s bones and you will rest well away from our people. Just out of the utmost caution.

I do not plan to follow the follies of feckless Viscounts previously impoverished to the Chantry and to you. It has been hard to get the gentry in line, and I assume you resorted to fear to implement change among the Gardeners and Hightowners. I have not had to resort to such extremes yet, but I do think they approach me with more mistrust than they do you, as I am an outsider and a heathen seated at the Court of Kirkwall, alas I have done well enough to reach into my own purse and help Kirkwall out of these times. I imagine this is also not a problem you faced as the coffers of the Chantry. Perhaps, it is my own age and many head injuries, but I will not take the Grand Catherdal’s money.

There is not much purpose for this other than my own ill-intended ramblings on a subject I never got to close. You harmed Kirkwall from the surface on those bloody months and while I cannot discount the horrors we have all seen, I do have to give the just credit that you deserve for keeping Kirkwall in her states for so long. I do inherit a burden, I do inherit famine and broken docks, but I also inherit a people with a spirit that cannot be broken. I inherit a people who are willing to take the gates down at the Elven Community. I am also mindful of these diverse peoples and the shared history of Kirkwall - the death, the horror, the destruction. I am not here to write over it or even forget those parts, however - I am here to step us forward rather than behind. 

Typically these are sent, however, I do not feel right tucking this in with you in that long-embraced sleep. I wish you peace and I wish us all well. Let ours be the last sacrifice.

Faithfull a servant of Kirkwall, 

Varric Viscount of Kirkwall

It is thoughtful in its statements, tender, almost in its wording, an exhausted man writing a ghost. Of course, not all ghosts rest in holy slumber, nor do they always wish us well. This ekes in looming from the undercroft, through guards and into the inner workings. The vellum should be a loss betwixt books, papers, or in the care of Bran to thoughtfully go to the preservation, however, it makes it way much like that ghost through the channels and chanted words, over water and into the deep crimson; crystal burning away at the paper as it falls into their, her, our grasp. A maligned and blighted existance twisting it’s way through her body, pulling from blood and bones of other, making her stronger. 

He creates the very thing he fears.

Pretty pose is not lost; no rather the words are burned nearly into the very stone they fall onto. 

The last line rings a verse in the Chant, waking old magic and rage, waking within her. 

Let the blade pass through the flesh, let my blood touch the ground,

Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.

Let the blade pass through the flesh, let my blood touch the ground,

Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.

Something wakes.

#.asks #cw mild body horror if you squint #idolbound #she never reads HUH SIKE

[katyspersonal]

I have a question. If the Research Hall is in Byrgenwerth…then where is the Astral Clocktower? Is it that tower above the grand cathedral in Yharnam? If so, does that mean Maria literally moved between the two places as a caretaker? Seems like a far commute if so lol.

Noooooooo dsfjhgdsgdfs NO Research Hall is NOT in Byrgenwerth ;-; Was it something I worded wrong that confused you? I am sorry if that's the case! Research Hall can be seen from Upper Cathedral Ward, in 'reality' it is pretty much where it is in Nightmare Realm!

Basically you go to Upper Catherdal Ward, reach down to the garden where you fight Celestial Emissaries (in Nightmare, flowers in the same garden are growing, and many patients shoot you with Arcane lasers), and you can see Research Hall from the balcony

Notice it lacks the beds, as it was repurposed in Choir's base + orphanage!

But it is in/under the Clocktower like it's always been. This is why I headcanoned Rom being sort of in charge of the Choir after all - because Byrgenwerth is kinnnnnnnd of far away, but someone still needed to look after the place. Willem was probably already too old to run back and forth all the time xD But well, Rom is back in Byrgenwerth now...

Either way, Maria did not have to do that long of a trip!

#bloodborne #ask replies #good lord these asks are almost month long... #i wish i stopped reading an ask when at work and then think 'i will asnwer when i am back home' and then forget #god i am so sorry #cleaning my inbox now #use later

[lulu--inspo]

[mikeellee]

There a rumour circling around the high society about how Duke Perril is mourning forever the loss of his dear wife. A romance of ages. The man used to bring flowers to his wife every day, she was the light of his life- no one can properly certify such claims but for sure it must be true- his wife, Penelope, perished during childbirth, giving her last breath to make sure her only daughter survives.

It's a tragic story. People comment about this PART of the story. See, the duke loved his wife madly so- no one can testify anything- and never was illuminated enough on how biology and medicine are far more complex.

"He blamed the little girl?" One of the noble woman inquired in a low tone. Her eyes are focusing on the ring leader. "Oh come on, why he would blame on a little girl? Even more as she looks like his late wife"

The ring leader has long red hair, she can only sighs. "Man, dispite titles and money, can still be ignorant. He thought it was her fault and to "fix" a mistake propose to dabble into magic" whispear as she holds the teacup gentle. The corner of her eyes twitched a little as the others ladies are gasping and mentioned how their own men aren't THAT ignorant.

"Maybe is not a fact of ignorance, Lady Amy's father lost his wife and I doubt he hold against his daughter" the ring leader replied amused by their reaction. "Maybe it was just malice. Plain and pure, if she had survived...he would feel threatened by a baby...what that makes him to be?"

"A pathetic coward"

"You said it" the ring leader then proceeds. "He dabbles with magic to bring her back...all the while tormenting his own daughter...but you know, death till us apart still is validate in some cases...oh let me tell you the rest of the story" grins like a cat and no one makes a sound.

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The Duke Perril groans as his magic research is fruitless. It must have a way to bring his wife back, and get rid of that , finally after some frustrated experiments. Some spells proved to be hogwash- if it made such parasite be silent for a couple of hours, not a total waste of time. " Who she thinks she is to call for HER NAME?"- and he would call a day when....

He noticed a black book. Inconspicuous enough, the Duke can't remember if he stole the book or brought it. Upon taking and opening the pages...words start to form...

TO RESSURECT THE PERSON YOU WANT YOU NEED TO GIVE SOMETHING BACK. SOMETHING THE DECEASED LOVED VERY MUCH

The Duke can't explain the thought process here, all he knows is if hw thorw that parasite on fire...his wife will return for him. "YES OF COURSE" his eyes are glittering and a smile dares to form in such way that defies his own face.

"I'LL KILL HER AND THEN...I WILL HAVE YOU BACK" The duke knows fire will be the best way to kill that creature.

He is looking for her. The name escape his lips. "Bet it was something stupid...a flower name"

I like flowers so much. A voice speak in his mind, a memory of course, his dear wife loved gardens and flowers hence why...the garden is now decaying.

"When you return to me...I'll make the best garden for you" promised the mad Duke. "We will be together, my love"

I wanted a daughter. Her voice echoes in his mind. A daughter for me to love and protect. "She took you from me"

You hurt my daughter. The voice replied. "No...no....It was because she took you from me, who am I without you?"

Hid legs are walkinf aimeless. He has a torch in his hand, ready to burn and end this all. "My love where are you?" Pleads. "I love you" pleads and pleads.

My daughter pleads too...did you know that? Her voice once was so sweet- she was a singer,her voice was a gift some woulf even say- but now is just...emotionless.

He opens a door and see a small catherdal. Not unheard of some nobles familes to have something like this in his house. "I miss you, my love...all I want is for us to be together...we can have another daughter...flowers, gardens and happy days wait for us" the door closes behind him.

There's a body there.

The duke runs...runs and runs.. but he never menages to reach towards the body. The body, cover with a white sheet, raises from the center.

"All I wanted is for my daughter to have a happy life!" Her voice is cold the sheet slowly falls as her face is long before the eternal youth in his mind.

His wife was a beauty, her smile was a radiant one.

The corpse in front of him is not smiling. But you can see all of her teeth even so...you can see her skin.

Once in time, she was a beauty...many men and women vixing for her attention.

Now... she is long gone from the beauty she once was...

Her arm grabs him...

The fire on the torch drops...the fire hits his head.

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"He burned? Oh my...that would explain the renovations on the mansion" one of the ladies replies surprised.

The ring leader chuckles. "It is just a rumour/story. The old duke wasn't well liked. The new heir is having to navigate through all that" and adds. "What happened to the daughter is unknown.. if it was a ghost, I like to think the ghost took her only daughter"

Some throw theories.

"Oh this theory must come from the fact the new heir looks a lot like the former ducheness" one piped in.

The Duke's fate is unknown but willingly accepted how the man must have loosed his mind and was institucionalized.

The new heir through....it's a mystery.

Even more as she is always with her only daughter in hands.

#writing process #my writing #my prompt #short drabble #short story #creative writing #writing prompts #drabble

[vmonteiro23a]

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