#happy nicolaus

[coarsely]

Trying to decide who gets a happy story in Anti-Chronicles 🤔

#brieuc.txt #the closest thing to a happy ending is saccade and possibly vítor #i know happy ending is mostly reductive but you know #trying to think if anyone else's end seems better than their beginning #ill see how nice i feel to nicolau when i get to outlining that maybaps

[dontcallittimetravel]

Happy deathday to Johannes Kepler, who wrote that song that goes, "anything you can do, I can do better, I can do anything better than you," dedicated to his hero Copernicus (seen here on his self-titled album cover)

#happy death day #johannes kepler #nicolaus copernicus #astronomy joke #anything you can do i can do better #i can do anything #better than you #no you can't #yes I can #kepler's laws of planetary motion #astronomy

[pol-ski]

Nicolaus Copernicus (Konstanty Laszczka, Polish sculptor)

Happy birthday, Nicolaus Copernicus!

Nicolaus Copernicus (February 19, 1473 — May 24, 1543) is primarily known as an exceptional astronomer who formulated the true model of the solar system, which led to an unprecedented change in the human perception of Earth’s place in the universe. This great Pole, who is rightly included among the greatest minds of the European Renaissance, was also a clergyman, a mathematician, a physician, a lawyer and a translator. He also proved himself as an effective strategist and military commander, leading the defence of Olsztyn against the attack of the German Monastic Order of the Teutonic Knights. Later on, he exhibited great organizational skills, quickly rebuilding and relaunching the economy of the areas devastated by the invasion of the Teutonic Knights. He also served in diplomacy and participated in the works of the Polish Sejm.

Copernicus’ scientific achievements in the field of economics were equally significant, and place him among the greatest authors of the world economic thought. In 1517 Copernicus wrote a treatise on the phenomenon of bad money driving out good money. He noted that the“debasement of coin” was one of the main reasons for the collapse of states. He was therefore one of the first advocates of modern monetary policy based on the unification of the currency in circulation, constant care for its value and the prevention of inflation, which ruins the economy. In money he distinguished the ore value (valor) and the estimated value (estimatio), determined by the issuer. According to Copernicus, the ore value of a good coin should correspond to its estimated value. This was not synonymous, however, with the reduction of the coin to a piece of metal being the subject of trade in goods. The ore contained in the money was supposed to be the guarantee of its price, and the value of the legal tender was assigned to it by special symbols proving its relationship with a given country and ruler. Although such views are nothing new today, in his time they constituted a milestone in the development of economic thought.

Additionally Copernicus was not only a theorist of finance, but he was also the co-author of a successful monetary reform, later also implemented in other countries. It was Copernicus, the first of the great Polish economists, who in 1519 proposed to King Sigismund I the Old to unify the monetary system of the Polish Crown with that of its subordinate Royal Prussia. The principles described in the treatise published in 1517 were decades later repeated by the English financier Thomas Gresham and are currently most often referred to around the world as Gresham’s law. Historical truth, however, requires us to restore the authorship of this principle to its creator, for example through the popularization of knowledge about the Copernicus-Gresham Law. (© NBP - We protect the value of money).

#nicolaus copernicus #mikołaj kopernik #sculpture #poland #science #konstanty laszczka #scienceblr #scientists #science academia #astronomy #thomas gresham #science history #renaissance #16th century #polish artist #study inspiration #solar system #planets #prussia #kingdom of poland #*

[arcadian-litterateur]

gally as galileo galilei

masterlist

summary: an analysis of james dashner’s choice to name gally after galileo galilei, and the similarities gally and galileo galilei have.

word count: 560

warnings: talk of trauma, triggers, death, and abuse/manipulation by religious groups

a/n: happy birthday will poulter! this is the first part of my wave of stuff for will's birthday. just a lil observation i made, and ofc, a lot of love for my sweet precious baby, gally.

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 in The Maze Runner is named after an important historical figure. Thomas is Thomas Edison, Newt is Isaac Newton, etc…

Everyone acts like these characters got their names randomly, but it's so obvious to me that their names directly correlate to their purpose in the story.

Thomas Edison was an inventor who created unique solutions to problems that had stumped other scientists for ages…Thomas was able to creatively solve the Maze after the Gladers struggled on it for three years. Isaac Newton was smart as hell, and he made discoveries that laid the foundation for many other scientific discoveries. Sound familiar? Newt laid the foundation for the Glade by holding a massive amount of info and ideas. Winston Churchill spent his life trying to gain world peace…much like how Winston tried to make both sides happy and bridge the gap when Gally took over.

With this information in mind, let's take a look at Gally and his namesake, Galileo Galilei. Often called the father of modern science, Galileo made over fifty revolutionary discoveries about science, influencing tons of scientists, namely Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein. Galileo discovered the moons of Jupiter, the rings of Saturn, the phases of Venus, and the craters and mountains on the moon. He also proved the earlier theory of Nicolaus Copernicus that the Earth was revolving around the sun. He invented an early microscope. He developed the mathematical ideas on the motion of objects on an inclined plane, the acceleration of free-falling bodies, and the movement of a pendulum. Basically, he was a really cool dude.

Gally was one of the most knowledgeable and foundational people of the Glade, made clear by his position as a Keeper and his obvious love for stability. He wasn't afraid to share his opinion (much like Galileo) and consistently contributed important information and solutions to the Glade. Also, to be a Builder, you have to have at least a basic understanding of physics. Gally obviously understood basic physics concepts, because all of the buildings in the Glade are sturdy and standing. Similarly, math is very important to be a Builder, so as Keeper of the Builders, he obviously had an understanding of mathematics. Basically, Gally is smart. Like his namesake.

But the similarities don't end there. When Galileo tried to bring forth his evidence of the Copernician doctrine that the Earth revolves around the sun, he was labeled a heretic by the church and ex-communicated, and placed under house arrest for the rest of his life. Yeah, for stating his opinions, he was forced out of what should have been a safe place, ostracized, and had to die alone. Similar to Gally, don't you think? Sure, he shouldn't have antagonized Thomas without explaining why, but the truth still remains that he had trauma and Thomas was a trigger. He thought he was helping by pointing out Thomas's role in his memories, and then instead of at least listening, his friends of the past three years immediately sided with the boy they'd known for three days, ostracizing him from the only safe place and family he'd ever known. He was also left to die alone by these friends, much like Galileo.

Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, James Dashner knew what he was doing here, and Gally and Galileo both need to find better friends.

#gally #gally tmr #tmr gally #the maze runner #gally the maze runner #analysis #character study #galileo galilei #gally character study #will poulter #will poulter's birthday #happy birthday will poulter

[artthemasquerade]

The Berlin Coterie at a Toreador party

It's been a while since I've posted art on here! XD I've been really busy with things and writing my current devilman fic, but I've finally gotten around to do some art for the Vampire the Masquerade campaign: Berlin Fugue, which is set in 1920s Berlin. The Coterie from left to right, Maddalena Puttanesca, a Puttanesca(Hecata) which part of the Giovanni clan bloodline, Elif Bulut, a Toreador who is the youngest member of the coterie and her sire, Tomas, is the host of the party and she invited her coterie mates to accompany her, Simone Reiher, a Tremere and Nicolaus Everhart, who is a secret Caitiff pretending to be a Brujah. Things at this party have already gotten interesting, for one the party has both Kindred and Kine(the humans who have no idea that they are a vampire party) and Tomas lets his guests decide to choose between eating the mortal food along with their mortal guests or drink a mixture which has some of his vitae (Which would give them a level one bond) in it and would allow them to temporarily have the third level Auspex power of share the senses and they could use it to experience another person's senses. 👀👀👀  Everyone but Simone took the mixture since she has the Tremere bane (before the fall of Vienna) of suffering double of the blood bond level and drinking the mixture would've gotten her up to level two instead of one! And we're discovering a lot of interesting gossip at this party and I'm looking forward to seeing more in the next session when we continue the party :D

Maddalena Puttanesca belongs to @qwib

Elif Bulut belongs to @cthylla-rlyeh

Simone Reiher belongs to @devil-latte

Nicolaus Everhart belongs to me

I was trying something a little different with this piece, I focused more on the inking details and playing with a simpler shading style and I'm pretty happy how it turned out :D  

Btw if you like what you see and want a commission drop me a direct message on tumblr, instagram or a note on deviantart

#vampire the masquerade #VTM #vtm art #vtm fanart #VTM Berlin Fugue #Vampire the Masquerade Berlin by Night #Nicolaus Everhart VTM #Simone Reiher VTM #Elif Bulut VTM #Maddalena Puttanesca VTM #CAITIFF #Tremere #toreador #giovanni vtm #hecata #Puttanesca vtm #Fanart #digital fanart #digital art #my art #speed paint #my video #vamily

[paarthurnax59]

Little Sparrow: Chapter 5

Warnings: Not much, just some swearing.

    Two days had passed after your late-night phone call with Sam. You were packing and preparing for your mission to find Van Helsing and take down Dracula. You and Jinette planned it all out, flight times, transportation, and inns where you would be able to stay in. You gathered every single weapon that might have a chance of killing Dracula or any other creature that will get in your way. Holy water, a silver stake, crucifix, your anti-heart detecting armor, night vision specs and a gun with silver bullets. Everything you needed was packed and ready to leave when you a knock on the door. Ceasing everything you were doing, you walked up to the door. You turned the knob and opening the mahogany door you see Carl.

“Carl!” You perked up and opened the door wider for him. “Come in!” You stepped out of the way, and he entered your spacious bedroom.

“Hello, (Name)! Cardinal Jinette told you would be leaving today.” He observed as he saw all the bags that you had in your room. 

“Yes, I’m leaving today. I only have three weeks to hunt down Dracula and find Van Helsing. I’m almost ready and will head out before sundown.” You confirmed as held out your plane ticket and passport, being ready to leave for Transylvania. He looked around the room and saw an unfamiliar silver case that laid next to your bag, the case that contained the Holy Spear.

“Can I ask what this is, (Name)?” He said as walked over to your bed, making your heart rate increase rapidly. No one other than you and Jinette knew what was in that case, let alone what you plan on doing with it, not even Carl. You promised to keep it a secret from others, and you intend on doing so. 

“That’s top secret, Carl. It’s between me and Jinette.” You jumped at him and placed a firm hand on the case. Carl, being understanding person that he was, stepped back and nodded.

“Very well, (Name). I won’t push it any further.” He agreed as another knock on the door was heard. You smile as you saw a few other friendly faces come at your door. Five of them to be precise. Two of them being the Tibetan monks that you had seen in Jinette’s office a few days prior, Norbu and Tenzin. Bowing as they enter, you return the bow.  Few other also included Spanish, middle-aged nun, sister Maria Montello in her head wrap on her vale from, who was wearing her rosery on her neck.  The fourth was an Ashkenazi Jewish rabbi, whom you know as Nicolaus Goldstein. He walked up to you and gave you a hug. What you didn’t know was that he gave Carl a death glare. Carl gulped in nervousness and looked away with from the angry Jewish man. Last but certainly not least, Imam Nasir Assad, a Muslim elder that you had grown so very fond of since you came to Vatican City. He helps invent and craft armor for the Order. 

“It’s so good to see everyone again! I missed you all!” You said with a warm happy smile, seeing the friendly faces that you had known for ten years. “I hope everything is good for you guys.”

“Better now that you are back. We are very happy you have returned home, Rosa.” Said the kindhearted nun. When you were younger, you would help Sister Maria plant flowers in some of the Garden. Having difficulty adjusting to life in the Vatican, you found solace in helping create something beautiful. You would talk to her about your past and tragic experience of losing your family and being homeless. Sister Maria would often say you were like a rose, though beautiful and soft, can have many sharp thorns. Which is why she gave you the nickname Rosa. She was like a sister to you growing up. 

“Well, I’m not staying for long. I must leave as soon as possible. I have already packed everything and about to head to the airport soon.” You tiredly converse with your older peers as you looked at your things that lied on you bed.

“That’s a real shame, (Name).” Said Tenzin looking at you with sad eyes. “It felt like you just got here and now you had to leave again for some time.” 

“I know, but I have too. I don’t have much time for seeing all of you.” 

“We know, but we understand. Van Helsing is important to all of us and we would rather have him back.” Rabbi Goldstein patted you on the back, speaking in his Yiddish accent. 

“If I can get him back.” You said quietly, sadness laced in your voice. Everyone looked at you, their mood now sours a little from your lack of confidence. Nasir took a step forward with a deep sigh and place a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and saw he was brandishing an encouraging smile. 

“You will find him. I know it. Have faith, (Name). He is much stronger than you think and so are you.”  He reassured you as his hand disappeared from your shoulder. A sense of warmth had spread through your body after Nasir talking. He always had a gift for uplifting people’s mood and build up their conviction.

“Thank you, Nasir. And I will be back with him as soon as-”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT MISSION TO HER?!” Your sentence was halted by thunderous yelling coming from outside of your room and began to follow where the commotion was coming from. Peeking out of the hall, you see Jinette there, along with an all too familiar man, staring down at him with a burning glare. 

    Father Giovanni Capuano, the second in command of the Order. AKA, one of the worst human beings you had ever met.  Alongside him, was Jude Abernathy, one of the hunters of the order. He was Capuano’s protégé and another person you hated with a passion. Few other hunters stood beside Jude, glaring at your guardian with daggers in their eyes. 

“I have my reasons for having (Name) go to fight Dracula, Father. As the head of the Order, I have strong faith in (Name) for the task that is assigned to her. I trust you do the same.” Jinette stood firmly and held his ground against the mob. He showed no fear as he stared down at each of them.

“Faith, ha! That girl had been nothing but trouble since she had come here as a child! She is a spoiled, little street rat with complete disregard for others and their lives! For all you know, she could get anyone she is involved with killed!” Capuano shouted now getting in Cardinal Jinette’s face. Your blood boiled as you ran toward them. 

“If anyone of us have done what she did, we would have been expelled! She should get the same treatment.” Shouted Jude as he stepped in front of Jinette, towering over him with his tall frame. He glared down at him with his piecing blue eyes, trying all he can to intimidate Jinette.

“No! (Name), stop!” Cried Imam Nasir tried to pull you back but failed as you speed toward the crowded area where they were publicly harassing your adopted father.

“Hey! What’s going on here!” You shouted and soon enough, everyone’s eyes, attention…and ire… were on you.  

“Well, if it isn’t the little princess, coming to the rescue!” Mocked a black woman who wore armor as she stood next to Jude. All the hunters had their turns giving you hate filled stares. Carl and the rest of your friends followed you out to the hallway, watching you stand up to your fellow hunters.

“Shove it, Nadia! How dare you gang up on Cardinal Jinette! Is this how you show respect to a man like him?! You have no right to tell him on how to run this organization.” You barked at the woman with as much courage as you could in front of the disgruntled crowd. Father Capuano looked at you with a smirk as he stood away from Jinette and to you. 

“Respect, child? With the track record you have, you have no right to lecture to anyone about respect!” Father Capuano was so close to your face that you could smell the garlic on his breath. He ate too much of the stuff and it nauseated you. “If it were up to me, you would have been banished from this Order. It is foolish for him to have summoned you back. You should have stayed in America doing God knows what in that place.”

“Doing more than you ever did for the Order.” You snapped back at the priest. Capuano’s grin formed into a frown. You knew from the grape vine that Capuano hadn’t never been one to be at the for front of battle. When he had a crowd that surrounded him, sure he will stare you down. But when having to fighting for himself…he backs down like a dog with his tail between his legs. He paused in his speech and then that same malicious grin reared its ugly head once more.

 “Do tell us what have you done, hmm? How about you tell us all about your time outside the Vatican.” He mocked you as you gritted your teeth. The other hunters snickered at you. 

“Mind your own business, old man.” You growled as your clench your fists, wanting very much to punch this man. You had wanted to do that since the day you met with Jinette. The temptation just grew with each passing year.

“It is my business when you are part of the Order, girl! I am of a higher rank than you and you will respect that!” The elderly Italian man barked at you as the crowd, which now felt like an angry mob, shouted their own distain for you. 

“You shouldn’t be going on this mission! You just end up getting someone killed again!” Shouted Jude as he prowled over to you and stood next to Father Capuano, who was smirking down at you. “Father Capuano is right; you should be kicked out!”

“ENOUGH!” Shouted Jinette and everyone ceased their idle disagreements as they all turned to the leader of the order ounce more. All were amazed at how loud the old man was able to silence the entire hallway, including you and your companions. “I will hear no more of this! You are all acting like children! (Name) will go to Transylvania, find Van Helsing and kill Dracula! That is final!” with his conclusive declaration, he stormed off into the direction of his office. You observed with concern and were about to run after him when someone grabbed your arm and turned to find it was Father Capuano, pulling you to him. His lips were to your ear and whispered lowly so that only you could hear him.

“You are very lucky that Jinette favors you so much. For if it weren’t for him, you would be rotting in a cell after you had tried to steal from him when you were a thieving, little brat.” He snarled as he gripped onto your arm a little tighter. You try not to budge at his iron hold on you. Not letting the man see you expressing any amount of discomfort. “Let me make this clear, girl. You have brought great shame to this Order. So much so you would have been exiled and never to return. And I am not the only one.” He said making you look to the other hunters. The lot of them looked at you with distain. Once a upon a time, you would consider these people your brothers and sisters. They were your family.  But due to past transgressions, you had lost any trust and respect from them. They treated you like a pariah sense you had returned to Vatican City. Even when they would interact with you, they would glare at you with daggers in their eyes. “Yes, your fellow hunters despise you. You are not wanted here.” He whispered maliciously. Not wanting to hear anymore, you slip out of the old man’s grasp and huffed in anger as you turn to him.

“Like I need any of that. I’m only here to help find Van Helsing and kill Dracula. That’s it.” You attempt to say with great confidence, which you found yourself failing before the old priest. 

“Oh, and how to do you plan on doing that? Using a silver stake or a crucifix?” He chuckled with his arms folded, looking down on you with cruel amusement. “You have heard the legends, no one has been able to kill Dracula for centuries. This is not some regular vampire we are talking about. This is a monster that has lived for hundreds of years, whose strength and ferocity can rival that of the devil himself. He is in a league of his own. What chance do you have with this creature? What sort of weapon would you, of all people, possess to take out such a beast?” He snickered as he watched for any sign of fear or hesitation in your demeanor. In the end he found none. Instead, you stood straight and smirked as you folded your arms. A smirk appeared on your face. 

“That information is between me and Father Jinette. You heard him, it has been settled, Father Capuano.” You stated confidently, as Capuano lowered his arms down as a frown appeared on his face. “Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go talk to him about the final preparations for my departure. Have a good day, Father.” You start to walk away from before you heard his grating voice one more time before you disappear from the hallway. 

“Well, I’m sure Van Helsing will be so ecstatic to see you. Do tell him I said hello and hope he’s well…that is if he will speak to you.” He chuckled from behind you shortly before you heard heavy footsteps of his Italian leather boots sauntered down the halls and a few other footsteps followed him, knowing full well it was the other hunters taking their leave. Turning around, you noticed that Carl was standing a few feet away from you, with an appearance of sympathy after having to face an army of hunters. 

“(Name), are you okay?” Carl stepped up to your and rubbed your arm to keep you from getting riled up. 

“Yeah, yeah. I will be okay.” You lied through your teeth for Carl to stop fretting over you so much. In truth, you were pissed. Pissed at the fact that Capuano had throwing so much disrespect to Jinette and for shoving your own past failures into your face. Most of all, you were fuming at the fact that you let the stupid, old coot for getting under your skin. You told yourself that you would never let that happen when you came back to Vatican City. Not to mention the mass crowd of your former friends.  People that were the closest thing that you had to siblings. You had tried so hard to keep this kind of situation from happing again. 

“Look, (Name), if you need to talk about-” Carl started with a soft voice, but you interrupted him.

“No, I’m sorry Carl, but I can’t talk about it. I need to get to Jinette and make the final plans for my mission. I will talk to you later, okay?” You turned away from him as you finally let the tears flow down your cheeks. 

…

 At last, you reached the familiar mahogany double doors of your godfather’s office. The guards stood by as they took a single glance at you before you knocked on the door. 

“Father Jinette? It’s (Name). Are you in there?” You requested softly but still with a voice loud enough for him to hear. 

“He said you can enter. But only you, miss.” Said one of the guards before he reached out to open the door for you. 

“Thank you.” You acknowledged the man as you went in to see your guardian sitting at his desk, rubbing his head with his hands. Jinette looked tired and worn out.  He was taking deep breaths and heavily sighed. Also, you could have sworn you saw him shaking a little. You can tell that he wasn’t well now. “Father Jinette…are you okay?” You asked taking steps closer to his desk. 

“I’ll be alright, Paressa. Just having much to deal with lately.” He sounded drained assured you, or at least attempting to. Yet, you were not buying it for one second.

  You told Carl that you wanted to talk to Jinette about making last minute preparations for your search for Dracula and Van Helsing. Which was true and you were leaving today. However, with the way that the poor old man had been dog piled just ten minutes ago, you were worried. Concerned that the excitement had been a bit much for him. He may have been a great warrior back in his day, but now? He was now a much older and frail version of his former self.

    Never would you say it to him in person, but you can see it in his eyes. Jinette seemed like a very different person when you last saw him eight years ago. He was tired and the stress that he was being put under was not doing him any good. You can’t help but blame yourself for it. You simply being here had stirred enough controversy. Now that you were not only rescueung one of the best hunters in the Order, but also kill one of the most infamous monsters in history. All this cannot be good on your godfather’s health. He had enough to deal with as it is. You only wanted to check in on him and hopefully get the last of your preparations in order. Time was running out with each passing minute you spent not looking for Van Helsing. No matter what was going on in your life or what you had done, you needed to move forward. 

“I know, you shouldn’t have been yelled at like that. You didn’t deserve it.” You knelt next to him, watching him while he tried to calm his emotions. 

“Thank you, (Name). Once more, thank you for standing in. I know with everything that has gone on with you, that wasn’t easy for you.” Jinette gently grabbed your chin with his rough, aged hand. You smiled up at him while you grabbed his hand. You gave it a gentle kiss with as much affection. Jinette smiled back only for a second but his smiled formed to a frown. He noticed some redness in your eyes and nose. The tears that had not shed down your face because you too were trying to hold in your distress. “Paressa, is there something that you need to talk about with me?” He questioned you, making you blink at his inquire.

“What do you mean?” Your reply short and trying not to get into the drama you both had witnessed.

“Well, unless my eyes have gotten worse, I could have sworn I saw some remanence of you crying before you came to my office.” Jinette answered, making your breath hitch. You cursed yourself for him noticing your tears. “And If I am correct, I do believe I know the culprit of these tears.” He asked you again as a single tear came down your face. He whipped it away before you even realized it. 

“Father…”

“What did Giovanni say to you?” He was quick to probe you, knowing full well who made you cry. Jinette knew about your bitter history with Father Capuano. When you met him, it was at the time that you were caught stealing food from Jinette in Paris. Unlike your godfather and some others, Giovanni never warmed up to you, and vice versa. He felt as though that you were the scum under his boot. Just waiting for an opportunity for you to mess up and made you feel like you had caused Mount Vesuvius to erupt while at the same time drop an atom bomb in the heart of Rome. Jinette, and the rest of your friends, often enough had to come in and save you from his harsh criticism. He hated you and you hated him. You thought for a moment of what to say to Jinette, not wanting to cause any more drama. 

“He thinks I can’t do this. That I can’t take down Dracula and save Van Helsing. That everyone here aside from you and few others that I don’t belong here.” You answered as honestly as possible without mentioning the fact he said you belonged in a cell. Giovanni was the one person that made you feel insufficient. The man knew the right buttons to push when it came to your insecurities. He just had to pick a weak spot.

“Paressa…”

“Are you sure you want me to go, Jinette? There are other hunters in this order that can go and rescue Van Helsing. So many of them far more experienced than I am. They can find a way to take down Dracula far better than I could, and faster! I just don’t want anything to happen to Van Helsing! I still care too much about him to be risking his possible safe return…Even if I am the last person he wants to see.” He was taken aback by your admission, but he also understood. You and Van Helsing were not on good terms when you left. In fact, they were far from it when you went to the states. Which really saddened the old man considering how close you were to him. Despite your struggles, you were always a self-assured girl who never really cared for the opinions of others. Yet, when it came to Van Helsing, it was a very different story. When things fell apart between you, that was when you left the Order. You didn’t care about the others or their opinion of you, unless it affected others like Jinette or your friends. He rose, taking you with him, and embraced you in a warm, comforting hug. 

“(Name), there is no other person that I want to go on this hunt. I know your relationship with Gabriel is stained and broken.” He stroked your back when he spoke. “But it is still salvageable.” Jinette admitted as he let you. His confession made you turn to him with some, while a few te

“How can you be so sure? I mean the last time we spoke he said…”

“I don’t care what he said, considering that his actions spoke louder than words.” He cut you off before you said anything else.

“What do you mean?” You asked as your twisted in confusion.

“He never expressed this to me or anyone else for that matter, but I have noticed something.” He started as he walked away from you and to his large grand window that let him look out Vatican City. Some parts of the ancient city that laid beyond it. “You know when someone has lost something, a sense of longing follows them like a shadow? You can almost instantly notice a change in them right away. They way they speak and the way they move. A missing piece that is stripped from them and replaced by an emptiness that will never be gone unless that void is filled.” He didn’t turn to you as he talked, just stared out into the window as he let his mind wander. “That… my dear Paressa…is what I had seen when I look at Van Helsing, ever since you left.”

“Really?” You perked up when you heard him open about what had transpired with Van Helsing after leaving the Order. In truth, not a day went by you didn’t think of Gabriel Van Helsing. Even when you were traveling with the Winchesters and dating Dean, you still thought about him. You missed more than words can never express. Asking yourself as you lay down in your bed at night, even as you laid down with Dean. What was he doing? Who was he hunting with? What was he hunting? Was he alive and safe? 

     You never told Dean about Van Helsing. Sure, you had shared some details about him with the boys, but you never really got into the bond you had.  A part of you wanted to keep Van Helsing to yourself. Like he was your own deep dark secret that you wanted to keep hidden from the world. Including Dean. You felt like you were betraying him by thinking about Van Helsing while you went out on dates, hunting and even when you made love together. You loved Dean, hell, you still do. Despite what he had said and done to you. But you can’t escape this feeling you get when you think back on your times with Van Helsing. Like there is a piece of you that will always belong to him. A piece that Dean could never have. Even now with Dean having the Mark, how it’s affecting him, your mind is still fixed on Van Helsing. 

“I do believe…through going on this hunt…you will find what you lost. After that, whatever challenges you face, will become easier when you face them. No matter what.” He slowly faced you, his words making your eyes blink at him. You don’t know whether he’s being overly optimistic, or he had maybe gone a little senile. Nevertheless, you will take his word for it for now. Jinette has never steered you wrong before. You took a deep breath and tossed aside the hurtful encounter you had with Giovanni with it. Your head hung for a second and looked up back at Jinette, a sad smile surfaced on your face.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good and as for Giovanni…to Hell with him.” He smirked making you gasp.

“Father Jinette! You swore in the Lord’s house!” You laughed as you covered your mouth in shock. The old man chuckled at how amused you were at your very first time at hearing him swear.

“I believe He would agree with when it comes Giovanni.” He chortled while he pointed upward as an amused grin on his face. You never thought Jinette had gotten so bold in the time you were away. “So…I know I have you leaving today at noon.” He clarified as his laughter died out in him. You nodded, wondering where this was going with this. “However, I have been thinking about something. I feel that it would be unfair for me to make you go alone.” He continued, causing your head to tilt in confusion. 

“Jinette are you…?” 

“No, I am not going with you. Believe me, I would if I could, Paressa.” He answered and feeling of disappointment creeped up in you. At times, you wanted to see what the man was like as a hunter. To see a legend like Jinette in action. But that was when he was a younger man. He was older now, old, and tired. He didn’t have the strength to hunt like you or any other hunter. 

“Then who is going with me?” As you asked him, you heard quickening footsteps come into the room. 

“Father Jinette! You need me for something?! I was in the middle of a new experiment!” Shouted Carl after he came into the room. 

“Ah, Carl! Right on time!” Jinette with a smirk when he approached the unsuspecting priest now standing unsuspectingly in the middle of the room. 

“Yes… one of your guards came and insisted that I needed to see you, immediately. What is the emergency!?” He said as he looked all frantic and shaky. Apparently, whatever Jinette to get him here, must be important. 

“Well, you see, Carl. Our dear (Name) will be leaving us for Romania.” He placed a hand on Carl’s shoulder and then pulled out what looked like an envelope. Carl looked at both you and Jinette back and forth before muttering an ‘okay’ before he opened it. His hand reached inside and pulled out what looked like two plane tickets, plane tickets. 

“Your grace, what is this?” He said looking nervous at his superior. 

“What do you think they are, my boy?” He answered with his hands behind his back, pretending to look as innocent as possible.

“Well, they look like two plane tickets to Romania. Is someone going with her?” He asked, his tone and facial expression getting both seeming to be more on edge.

“Yes, someone is going with her.” Jinette hand tightened on Carl’s shoulder. He raised his eyebrow with a no so innocent smile. “You are.” Carl was speechless for a second before answering the head of the Order. His mouth dropped before he looked back and forth to the two of you. You are also surprised by what Jinette had said. 

“I beg your pardon, your grace, but I am not really a field man.” He said as he stepped away from two of his closest friends, his voice shaking with a nervous smile plastered on his face.

“I know. You are not a hunter, but your knowledge of monsters and dark creatures will help serve our dear (Name) on her mission. Also, I understand that you have new equipment that you are looking to test it out. I can’t think of a greater opportunity for you to show case your talents.” He encouraged which you were not sure it was working as well as you hoped. As far as you knew, Carl had never been out hunting before. So having him go hunt with you would defiantly be a bit nerve wrecking for him. 

“But I don’t have anything packed! And she’s leaving in two hours!” he whined at he pointed at you.

“Not to worry. I had some provisions packed for you.” As Jinette stated, one of Jinette’s large bodyguards in nearly all black came in with two large suitcases. Carl jumped as the huge, burly beast of a man throw his suitcases onto the floor.  You looked over the luggage and noticed that it was a lot of the equipment from the lab, and one was Carl’s own suitcase. “Thank you, Victor. I trust you packed everything?”

“Yes, your Grace. Everything that is needed on this packed away.” Responded the large man with a Russian accent. Carl had his mouth wide open with a shocked expression on his face as the two other men converse like he wasn’t even there.

“Very well, you may take your leave now, Victor.” The man bowed and walked out without sparing a glance at either you or Carl. “Now, you were saying, Carl? A car is now waiting for you both to take you the airport. I suggest you both be on your way. Good luck and may God be with you on your mission.” He taunted the poor priest with a smirk and finally walked out

“But…Your grace! I don’t want to go to Transylvania!!!” Carl whined trying to get his attention and come back.

“Carl, give it a rest. You know once he made up his mind, there is no changing it.” You sighed with an eye roll, though you can’t help but feel bad for him. Unlike you, Carl wasn’t a warrior or a hunter. Brilliant and inventive, but not a fighter. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Carl looks at you with concern in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Carl. I will make sure that nothing happens to you. I swear it.”

“I’ll keep you to that. I don’t need to become vampire food.” He whines again without looking at you and you smirked in amusement.

“Come on, lets go get Van Helsing and kill Dracula.” You say before you walked out of the Office. Thoughts swam in your head as you walked out to the large grand building and to the car that is waiting for you. With Jinette’s encouraging words now planted in your mind, you have stringer hope and determination to succeed on this hunt. A small smile grew on your face as you walked down the halls with Carl trailing behind you. 

“Hang on, Gabriel, I’m coming.”

#angst #supernatural #dean winchester angst #dean winchester #vanhelsing angst #van helsing #vampires #dracula #van helsing x reader #little sparrow #breakup #heartbroken #@clairealeehelsing #@haileycannotcometothephonern #@bruher #@deans-spinster-witch #@lulu-reads #@sandlee44 #@holylulusworld #@charmed-asylum

[nicole-ashwood]

My Transgender Story

So, I’m going to do something, and it might get me kicked off Tumblr or backfire on me immensely since I will be giving information about myself that is personal. However, given the current state of everything, from the Owner meltdown, to Trump, to the fact that I am, by every definition, a political refugee currently, I feel that if I don’t get this out there, then I could potentially be doing a disservice to a lot of people who need this.

This isn’t a good story.

There isn’t really a happy ending either, since it’s still ongoing.

But either way, this is-

My transgender story

I was born a bastard child under the name Nicolaus Bruce Ashton in Susanville, California to a single mother struggling to provide for her family. My father, whose name I have been told but is so irrelevant that I literally keep forgetting it, had abandoned my mom after she told him she was pregnant with me, only showing up after my birth once to hold me then quickly leaving.

Normally this would be hard enough on a family. It was the 90’s and single mothers were demonized by the Regan politics that had only recently taken hold. However, to add an extra layer of hardship, my mother was born and raised in the Mormon (LDS) church, and she was still deeply devoted to their beliefs.

The Mormon church… it’s not a good place. Sure, the members can be good on an individual basis, but the way the church is organized and run makes it an “All-in religion”. If you don’t believe everything they tell you, pay your tithe, proselytize your faith as often as possible, and are not a part of a Nuclear Family Unit, then you are ostracized and treated almost sub-humanly. My family, having only my mom as a parent, might as well have had leprosy as far as the church was concerned.

This will be important.

Still, less focus on them, more focus on me. Growing up I was surrounded by women. My sisters and mom were truly the only constant I ever had, and I looked up to all of them for a huge chunk of my life. Still, as I grew up, I started to notice how I was often separated from them on account of my gender. Not in an egregious matter, just in the little ways that vexed me (did not help that anger issues were a major issue for me growing up (or that I had teeth)). Still, slowly but surely I gave way to the roles that I had been assigned and behaved more or less to my assigned gender role; happily consuming all the bullshit Christian-Mormon ideas of how, because I was male, I was inherently better than the women around me on account of the mighty penis.

Side note, if you ever hear someone call a child “the man of the house”, please punch them. That term caused me more damage in life than you can possibly imagine!

During this time as I matured(?) my mom was still dating, trying to find the man that would complete our family unit and make us good in the eyes of the Lord. And eventually, she ultimately decided to marry a man who ticked a lot of boxes that the church found acceptable.

I didn’t like him.

If I recall correctly, they got married sometime in ’99, and the SOB even went so far as to legally adopt me, giving me the legal last name of Cook. I cried a lot before they got married. I didn’t really understand why my mom needed to marry someone who I deeply despised. My anguish over this whole thing actually gave my mom a lot of second guesses, and eventually she turned to her fiancée to try and figure out what she should do.

One of the greatest harms patriarchal religions have done to us is convince women that they need to defer to men.

The guy came to me while I was sobbing in my mom’s bed, and asked outright if I wanted him to marry my mom. I was the “man of the house” after all, and if I said no then he would cancel the wedding.

I was fucking 7, and I was told that it was my decision on if my mom got married or not.

So yeah, I said yes, acted as the ring bearer, and eventually got adopted by the creep.

For four years I had to deal with that fucker, on top of having to put up with the constant stream of church indoctrination that kept telling me what a “special boy” I was because I could eventually make sperm.

Such bullshit…

A couple of things happened during this time though. Things that would ultimately help me realize who I am years down the road.

The first, and actually the least important one funnily enough, was the beginnings of puberty. I was in Idaho at the time, and sex ed was coming up rather quickly. Being the “man of the house”, I “knew” that it was my duty to find a woman, marry her, and start a good Mormon family. It was, after all, what I was constantly being taught every Sunday.

Now, if my admittedly fragmented memories of the time are correct, I was, I think, 10 years old when the topic started coming up in my life. That is to say, I specifically remember thinking that, at the time, sperm traveled through the lips during a passionate kiss, and that’s how women got pregnant (I found an anatomy book in 3rd grade and tried understanding it to the best of my ability while shying away from the more explicit diagrams).

So, there I was, “knowing” that I would have to start a family, not even having a sex drive at the time, and trying to picture what the whole thing would be like. So, like any (in)sane 10-year-old with an overactive imagination would do, I laid in bed, pictured myself making out with what I can best describe as the concept of a mature woman, and trying to visualize what it would look like.

Funny thing though. Thanks to TV I had a passive knowledge of what sexy lingerie was, and I tried incorporating it into my… well I would say fantasy but again, no sex drive and I was doing it purely in the pursuit of knowledge. Regardless, when I incorporated the idea of lingerie into it, I pictured a black silky fishnet body piece that I think I saw in a mall once.

Only, I was the one who wore it, not the girl. Something that seemed right, but also really confused me at the time.

But like I said, this was the lesser of the two, and that’s because for the first time in my life, I was actually asked if I was a boy, or girl.

Yeah, I was hella into games by then, Pokemon was my cocaine, and they just came out with a Crystal variant.

I remember pausing at that moment and feeling… a lot actually. Intrigue at being able to choose my gender, fear that I was doing something naughty if I didn’t pick the boy, confusion as to why I so desperately wanted to pick the girl, and terror at the idea that someone would see what I chose and call me a freak.

I picked girl and felt what I now consider to be my first moment of gender euphoria.

Ever since then, I’ve always picked a girl when a game gave me the option. The first crack, if you will.

Time went on, my mom found out the man she “married” never sent in the marriage paperwork so she threw him out, and life was getting hard for us all. During the “divorce” the guy really worked to try and force my mom to stay with him. Since the town I was in (St. Anthony, Idaho) was so small, he was able to quickly tell everyone we interacted with that my mom was being unreasonable, lying, and probably several other things that she hasn’t told me about to this day. Since he had a dick, the local Mormon Ward that went to believed him over her, and even my moms brothers decided that he was more trustworthy than their own sister.

All because they were taught that a man was inherently greater than a woman.

Fuck the patriarchy.

I won’t go into everything right now, but suffice to say that my mom ultimately got involved with a man who would eventually have us move to Oregon for a supposed fresh start.

Even my mom doesn’t know why he hated me so much.

So yeah, I was abused by him. Heavily. Physical and psychological were his go to’s, but by far in away his favorite was sexual abuse.

He never raped or touched me inappropriately, mind you. No, he sexually abused me by attacking my very identity as a man.

Threats of forcing me to wear panties and bra’s were regular. He told me he would throw out pants and make me wear skirts. That I was never going to be a man and that I was just a faggot in training.

All the while I was still going to church, hearing how I had to grow up into a man, and how anything less was an affront to God.

Puberty was ravaging me. I was confused as to why I wasn’t fully embracing the changes it was giving me.

It was 2003, and the only LGBT exposure I had was Mormon hatred towards gays and “sissy men”, the laughter and mocking of gay men that aired on TV (especially Will & Grace), and the sneers I heard from the other boys whenever homosexuality was brought up.

So, I did what I had to do to survive. The crack was glued shut, and I figured that I was just broken or wrong. I pushed aside all my feelings, told myself that they only started when that bastard started his abuse, and forced myself to fully embrace the one constant in my life.

I won’t go into it, but when I say I know just how sick the Mormon church is, trust that I know it from experience.

Years passed. Constant moving, homelessness, being 12 and so depressed that I refused to go to school, hormones, guilt over my need to masturbate, self-loathing and fear every time I gave into it, and the constant hatred I was fed over any man who wasn’t manly enough twisted me into…

Let’s just say it wasn’t good.

Eventually, I moved to Junction City, Oregon. And, despite a VERY awkward and rocky start, I actually felt for the first time that I was home. Sure, by then I had completely succumbed to the mask, and I was more or less acting how I thought others wanted me to, but I still felt like I belonged. Like I was worth something in life.

Still, little things kept sparking confusion in me.

Hentai, and more specifically futanari and forced gender change porn was my go-to me time material. I would occasionally look at girls who wore cute and/or sexy outfits and feel a weird pang of envy. The typical male fantasy of a super-male saving the world and being rewarded a woman never really seemed to appeal to me. And, on very rare occasions, I would sometimes think or dream about being a girl.

That last part always gave me a weird feeling of fear, euphoria, and want that I could never really understand.

Going to fast forward now. Life eventually went to shit again. I wound up moving to Utah. Went through homelessness (I think it was the 4th time by then), and eventually, after suffering through job corp and losing my mind, I decided to go to the college my mom had enrolled in while she was trying to fix her life as well.

Brigham Young University – Idaho.

Good decision at the time given my situation, still a major regret to this day.

It was also when the incident took place.

By this point in life I couldn’t seem to function without some form of self-loathing, and I hated it. I had seen therapists in the past and decided to ask the local health center if to be assigned one. By now I was already deeply wary of men (I actually have a form of androphobia) and was hoping to receive a female therapist.

Instead, I got a man who oozed the patriarchal ideology the church was pushing at the time. Fuck, I don’t even know if he was license, given how shit he was at his job. Either way, after my first meeting with him, I already sensed the danger I was in. Officially (and legally) I should have been able to tell him anything in the strictest of confidences, but, whether it be by instinct or some event I have forgotten about, I knew that A)I couldn’t trust him as far as I could kick him, and B) this guy would probably report anything I said to the higher ups if it didn’t meet church doctrine.

I did a few sessions with him, barely giving him anything and trying to at least address my self-loathing as best I could. In the end, he told me he thought I had the tools necessary to fix my problem (what a fucking joke that was) and then did the one thing I hadn’t expected.

He asked if there was anything else I wanted to work on.

And the only thought I had, a thought that came out of the fucking blue, was this:

‘Yeah, the fact that I’m a girl, not a boy.’

I hadn’t given voice to that thought, and I’m so fucking grateful that I had become such a good actor by then to hide my shock at what had just suddenly happened.

Because I knew two things at that moment: I was halfway through my degree in political science, and that if I told him I would have been thrown out on my ass immediately.

My future for my life.

Internalization is probably the only thing that saved me.

In the end, I graduated (kinda, I had the credits and qualifiers, but outside circumstance and my eventual coming out made it so BYU-I still hasn’t sent me a diploma) and I moved back to Utah to help my mom with rent. With me working as a Registrar for a local hospital, I started to become more aware of medical transitioning and what being Transgender actually means. Despite being incredibly progressive in my politics, I had/have a shit ton of ingrained falsehoods and misconceptions to unlearn, and by then I was far to busy with work, trying (and failing) to start a Master’s, and the Political landscape to really pay attention to the incident back in Idaho. Sure, it was in the back of my mind, but it was on permanent deferral while I tried to carve out a living.

Then Covid hit, the ER I was working with started having less patients since most plague victims were being rerouted to the main hospital, and I had a lot of down time to chat with people during work. Chats that included politics and what was going on at the time. That time being 2020.

It wasn’t a startling revelation. I didn’t get another bolt from the blue. Transgender rights were beginning to become a major factor in politics, and I was more aware of it than ever before. My dreams of being a woman and happy with my body were slowly increasing, and I was being paid to essentially warm a seat.

I had time for more self-reflection.

2 months later, I started HRT. 4 months after that, a majority of my relatives, who had always believed I was a stain on their “good” name, convinced themselves that they were always right.

In 2023, after being publicly out for some time, I was fired essentially because of a medical issue I’ve been dealing with. At the same time, I had heard and saw trends from the Utah legislature that indicated that Utah was looking for a way to implement their own version of the “Don’t Say Gay Bill”.

A cousin of mine’s boyfriend offered to move me back to Oregon, which I have always called home, and I took it. For all intents and purposes, I had become a political refugee.

My story is still going. I was brought to Oregon only to be exploited by my cousin and her boyfriend’s family. There hasn’t been a single month since June where I haven’t been looking up various tents and homeless shelters/sites to live at while I desperately try and find steady work.

Being Transgender isn’t easy. To be frank, there is NO advantage to deciding to change your gender outside of just trying to feel like who you actually are. I live in the Portland area, and because the only affirming care I have received is HRT and Breast Augmentation, I have been turned down from countless jobs after they have either heard my voice or seen me in person.

I can’t afford to Change my legal name because of my situation.

I suffer from Male Pattern Baldness, and have to buy a cheap wig every month because I feel like a freak without it and can’t afford one that will last.

Because I am a natural Red/Brown/Blonde (my hair is weird, okay?) I have to get electrolysis to have the genitalia that matches my self-image. And even though I’m on Medicaid, I can’t afford those treatments while I drown in rent debt.

I know that if I wasn’t trans, if I kept my white male status, that I probably wouldn’t be suffering nearly in life as much as I am now. I know this because before I benefitted from that status. Got jobs that I was unqualified for over women who actually knew what they were doing (never let me be a paralegal again, please I beg you!). If life were to actually be act like conservatives claim, I should, at minimum, have a checking account whose numbers on average are above the single digits.

Being Trans isn’t fun. Your thrust into a body that isn’t right, you live in a society where people actively debate whether or not you are even human, and you have to live with the constant threat of assault in even the most liberal of cities, knowing that if it happens that the cops my not even bother to intercede.

And YET, I know for a fact that I can never go back.

I’m alive right now.

I can’t go back to being dead.

If you are Trans, know that there is support for you out there. If you are CIS, know that we are just as human as you are. Our society is ill. It’s convinced itself it’s a meritocracy, while in truth we are tumbling towards aristocracy with a very real danger of becoming a fascist theocratic nation.

We didn’t start this fight. We didn’t even want it to begin with. I, and other trans individuals simply just want to live and pursue our own happiness. To be able to walk in a store and not subconsciously tense up around children because conservative monsters label us as pedophiles for existing. To be able to be called the right name and be treated like we want to be treated. To find love and acceptance without fearing the state will murder you simply because you exist.

I left a lot out of this monstrously huge post, mostly because I am writing it all in one go, I have PTSD that I have to consider, and because I simply don’t want to share every single detail.

This story is depressing.

It’s not a happy one.

It’s simply a story of how I came to discover who I really am, and to try and put a human face and insight onto what people like me go through. Believe me, there are those who have gone through or are going through far worse than I have/am.

Find them.

Hug them.

Tell them that they are real.

Be Human.

#transgender #potentially triggering #my story #vote #golden rule #real life #sorry for being depressing #politics #mormon #lds church #smash the patriarchy #let me live #please #potentially last post #existing #super long post #Pokemon Crystal Changed my Life

[theelibugs]

I'M SO HAPPY WITH HOW THESE CAME OUT

Mage Commander Nicolaus (Claus) and Knight Captain Rosemarie (Marie)

NEW OCS NEW OCS NEW OCS

Trying to workshop a name for their story and I'm thinking "Sword of the Fae", as Claus is a child of the Fae.

#ocs #original characters #knight captain #mage commander #knight x mage #mage x knight #original story #art #character art #chibis #fae #fairy #child of the fae #eli draws a thing

[lampmanliveblogs]

Though subtle, looking at Philip's overall character showcases him to have a wood motif, as opposed to others like eda or luz having light or fire affinities. His most treasured possession from his formulative childhood was the wooden mask Wittebro carved for him, himself apparently a woodcarver by trade. They first met the witch in a densely- wooded forest whilst likely gathering wood to sell of heat their home, and their fatal argument appears to take place in a forest where Wittebro was making his home.

He sustains himself through eating palisman, carved wooden creations, and his true name of 'wittebane' sounds similar to 'whittle bane' as in the act of carving wood into a specific shape. His elderly wrinkled and scarred appearance, alongside the band of 'Rot' on his face, looks like a dead, but still standing tree, that persistently remains even when it should have collapsed long ago. His inner self reveals himself and his true intentions towards luz and hunter once he's lured them into the darkened depths of his creepy forest of a mindscape.

The sheer inflexibility of wood also reflects in how unchanging his perceptions of the demon realm inhabitants are, despite several lifetimes living amongst them to realise they're not monsters

You mentioned the inflexibility of wood, which I think we can take a bit further. Another similarity Belos has with trees is that trees can live for a really long time; Philip has through his consumption of palisman lifeforce prolonged his life since the 1600s and...

Hol up-

A character with a wood motif from the 1600s who has sustained himself on the stolen life force of others in order to extend his life span? All for the sake of a centuries-long and convoluted plan to defend the human world from demons from another dimension? With some mysterious entity or entities pulling the strings from behind the scenes without an actual name, but rather a title?

Nicolaus, is that you buddy? What are you doing here, don't you have some depressed teenagers back in Engelsfors to guide or something? Matilda won't be happy about this.

(the really funny thing about that comparison though is that Nicolaus was actually a witch. Philip would not approve)

Ahem. The point I was going to make is that Belos, much like a tree, is planted firm, with his roots reaching far and wide, cemented in the ground, unchanging and unmoving. This is much like how his beliefs haven'ät changed or moved over many hundreds of years.

#ask #toh s2e16 #hollow mind #cross “the lampman makes an engelsfors reference” off your bingo card #hmm #note to self: bingo card for the season finale?

[ezravon3]

Okay out of boredom, I've decided to make this as a follow-up post from this one:

In this post, I'll be stating how I belive Wally and them [and my oc Poppy married] would treat their pregnant wife.

Frank FranDear

• He's very attentive. Gives her her cravings, goes with her to her appointments, helps her out when needed and is just so supportive of her the whole time. (🥺)

Eddie FranDear

• Like Frank, he's very attentive and he and Frank take turns going with their wife to her pregnancy appointments. He's a tad bit overprotective of her while she's pregnant but it's out of worry that something bad will happen to the baby.

Julie & Sally JoyStar

• They took turns being pregnant [first Julie then Sally] and they were very supportive and attentive to each other.

Nicolaus 'Nico' Valentine

• Poppy's husband. As this is his second child, he's very aware of the usual pregnancy stuff [unlike the rest who are first time parents]. He's very attentive to Poppy throughout the whole thing, keeps on top of her scheduled doctor appointments and just helps her out throughout her whole pregnancy. He even helps the others by giving them tips on pregnancy [tips based on his experience with his first wife's pregnancy]. His [and Poppy's adopted] daughter also helped Poppy and the others throughout their pregnancy.

Wally Vonling

• He was attentive and very supportive but also kinda on the fence about having kids. One one had, he did want one and on the other, he was worried his work would get in the way of his parenting [It doesn't. He parents and does his job just fine]

Barnaby B. ValenBegal

• He was quite protective of his wife during her pregnancy. He was also very attentive and supportive and went with her to every single one of her doctor appointments regardless of how busy he was.

Howdy PillMoor

• He's very attentive and supportive throughout it all. He goes with her to every single apartment but was worried about how he'd do as a father. [He does just fine]

Bonus

Frank and Eddie definitely [Especially Eddie] cried tears of joy when their kids were born and no one can change my mind about that. Julie, Sally and Poppy had a pretty easy pregnancy with no compcations or too bad of morning sickness. Wally didn't cry when he held his children for the first time but he was overjoyed about it. Barnaby also didn't cry when he held his children for the first time [he did cry happy tears after getting drunk tho] but he was definitely overjoyed [And since his father-in-law is also a stoic man, he married into a family of people who can read him like a book]. Howdy did cry a bit when he held his children for the first time. While all girls [minus Selena] prefer their Dad's: Daisy favers Frank while Willow and Hazy favers Eddie. And I have to share this: the children couldn't seep well as infints unless they were held by their favorite parent. I can bearly take the mental image of Barnaby holding a tiny baby girl while he works at his desk. It's such a cute image 🥺 [and I just thought of something:Barnaby having tiny desks as well as other tiny furniture (including a basanet by his desk) and toys in his office for his children]

As usual, Casino Of The Vamps AU [COTV for short] belongs to @larzuen.

#casino of the vamps au #my oc character #vampire #pregnancy

[coarsely]

Trying to decide who gets a happy story in Anti-Chronicles 🤔

#brieuc.txt #the closest thing to a happy ending is saccade and possibly vítor #i know happy ending is mostly reductive but you know #trying to think if anyone else's end seems better than their beginning #ill see how nice i feel to nicolau when i get to outlining that maybaps

[dontcallittimetravel]

Happy deathday to Nicolaus Copernicus, who truly believed the world revolved around him

#happy death day #nicolaus copernicus

[nicolai-schafi-viktor-creations]

any headcanons for Klemper? Like fav food, color, etc?

( I had actually planned a long reply, sadly my phone battery had died after most I have written already so I will now just super shortly sum up what I wanted to write)

Since I imagine Klemper having lived inside the 'correction house' for half of his short life he had to endure a very strict daily schedule of 'education' and 'training for usefullness' and the strict punishments that basically left no time for play. It was not encouraged to do social bonding with other children or people, instead work abilities and obedience was forced by the socialworkers. Having pets wasn't allowed and bonding with the animals that some of the boys were meant to train working with was considered a waste of time. Same the meals which were prepared without love. Blund and cheap daily portions of thin soups and mainly something called Getreidebrei (a sort of porridge made from different mashed up grains). Those who weren't eating were punished as well as those who didn't manage to follow the exceptions of the institution. Just the later ones had to stay hungry. Gladly for Klemper he usually was happy to do something where he could, even if restricted by obedience and silence, interact with others to find a friend. Food and rooms were basically barely any colours. Mainly brown and beige, which is a colour he doesn't like despite it's similarity to white which is one of his favourite colours. But since the institution was funded by the local church, they put a lot of emphasise on holidays like eastern and christmas. Eastern in the european alp region usually still goes along with snow, and so does christmas, but not just snow is what was part of his favourite ritual but also the sudden but regulary change in the daily tasks of food preparations they had been tought to help with. A sudden unusual kindness in the name of the 'holiday spirit', applying paint to eggs in eastern and cutting up apples, filling them with sweet ingrediences and warming them in the ofen on christmas. Klempers favourite colours aside white are yellow and red, since his first holiday was christmas, Sankt Nicolaus and Krampus brought a little golden and red coloured little metal orb for the christmas tree and Klemper was allowed to hang it up each year (sadly on his last christmas he accidently broke it). If he was to paint easter eggs he tried to made it look like the christmas tree orb. The hollow painted easter eggs put on the little eastern twigs reminded him of the orbs for the christmas tree, also they both had to be handled carefully. It was a part of his ritual of welcoming the time where they were actually encouraged and allowed to go outside and to build figurines with the snow and playing and saying goodbye to the freedom of snow play activities with the eastern equivalent of hanging up hollow eggs on twigs instead of metal orbs on trees.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to bassist Mark Andes (Spirit), Prince Andrew, reggae legend Horace Andy, vocalist Burton C. Bell, photographer/singer Cassie Blair, Constantin Brâncuși, Frances Bucholz (Scorpions), tap dancer John Bubbles, Nicolaus Copernicus, Justine Bateman, Lou Christie, Haylie Duff (NAPOLEON DYNAMITE), Falco, pianist and Erik Satie curator Frank Glazer, Eddie Hardin (Spencer Davis Group), Peter Holsapple, Tony Iommi, Pierre van der Linden (Focus), cornetist “Kid Shots” Madison, Lee Marvin, Paul McCartney’s 1971 UK single “Another Day,” Carson McCullers, Alan Merrill (“I Love Rock’n’Roll”), Merle Oberon, Andy Powell (Wishbone Ash), Kate Radley (Spiritualized), Smokey Robinson, Bobby Rogers (Miracles—good to have met you), Seal, Sibelius’s 1923 6th Symphony, Karen Silkwood, Richard Strauss’s 1903 opera ELEKTRA, Amy Tan, Benecio Del Toro, Dave Wakeling, Jamie West-Oram (The Fixx), and my friend, guitarist singer-songwriter Christopher Haggerty. In the mid-80s Chris and I were in a band called October. We made recordings and gigged frequently around the San Francisco Bay Area. Our friendship continued and I got to know Chris as one of the most kindest, patient, and saintliest man one could ever know. Check out his current work with the HardWest Project, a ministry to the homeless https://www.hardwestproject.org. Christ also has an amazing family (with his son Patrick in the band Gold Connections https://gold-connections.bandcamp.com ). I’m working on digitizing a trove of recordings featuring the talents of Chris in various capacities. Here’s a clip of us performing live with the band October (note Ron Davis’s rocket-fueled drumming)—a raucous New Wave-ish version of “One Planet One Utopia One Helmet” https://johnnyjblairsingeratlarge.bandcamp.com/track/one-planet-one-utopia-one-helmet-live-1986-remastered-2021

#utopia #planet #helmet #sanfrancisco #jellobiafra #deadkennedys #politics #election #protest #bumpersticker #areopogus #stpaul #ziggystardust #davidbowie #thewho #sellout #thekinks #raydavies #soapopera #johnnyjblair #christianrock 

#johnny j blair #singer songwriter #music #singer at large #san francisco #pop rock #Christopher Haggerty #Christian Rock

[artthemasquerade]

Simone and Nico and Milosz

Happy Holidays everyone! This picture is a present I made for my gf @devil-latte of both our Vampire the Masquerade Berlin Fugue characters, Simone Reiher and her her cat Milosz (my gf's oc) hanging out with my Nicolaus Everhart. The two of them have become friends recently and its just nice and wholesome . :D 

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire the Masquerade Berlin by Night #VTM Berlin Fugue #Nicolaus Everhart VTM #Simone Reiher VTM #Milosz VTM #caitiff #Tremere #VTM #vtm art #vtm fanart #ghoul vtm #digital art #digital fanart #Fanart #my art

[gingeronheels]

Proiectii speciale Klaus & Barroso, in prezenta echipei, la Happy Cinema Sala Luceafarul

Marți, 16 ianuarie, Happy Cinema invită publicul la două proiecții speciale Klaus & Barroso, în prezența echipei, la Sala Luceafărul din București, începând cu ora 19:00, respectiv 21:00. Astfel, spectatorii prezenți în sală vor avea ocazia de a cunoaște o parte din echipa filmului și de a afla detalii captivante din culisele peliculei.

Produsă de Bold Film Studio, comedia Klaus & Barroso are în distribuție nume îndrăgite din showbizul românesc, precum: Adrian Nicolae, Cosmin „Micutzu” Nedelcu, Carol Ionescu, Alexandru Ion, Vlad Drăgulin, Rolando Matsangos, Codrin Boldea, Vlad Brumaru, Cezar Antal, Mădălina Craiu, Șerban Pavlu, Victoria Raileanu, Alin Florea, Mădălina Stoica, Bogdan Farcaș, Cătă Nicolau.

Ca să plătească o datorie urgentă, Klaus, un barman combinator, organizează cu ajutorul fratelui său, Barroso, un bodyguard iute la mânie, o petrecere a burlacilor fără știrea patronilor clubului în care lucrează. Invitații sunt o adunătură colorată de corporatiști, fiecare cu frustrările și obsesiile lui. Petrecerea clandestină merge din rău în mai rău iar cei doi frați sunt presați să găsească soluții pentru fiecare personaj nou-apărut. Stripperița angajată de Klaus se ceartă cu nașul și refuză să se mai dezbrace, patroana apare subit în club și amenință că sună la poliție, vecinul de deasupra se plânge de zgomot. Apogeul este venirea unor mafioți puși pe răzbunare. Pot două iubiri imposibile și un strop de onestitate să îi salveze? E comedie, deci probabil că da.

Klaus & Barroso – din 16 ianuarie în toate cinematografele Happy Cinema

Klaus & Barroso va fi disponibil începând cu 16 ianuarie în toate cinematografele din rețeaua Happy Cinema. Biletele pentru proiecțiile speciale în prezența echipei se pot achiziționa la prețul de 12 lei, de aici.

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