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facetsofthecloset · 6 months

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i'm sure it's been said but i feel like both Raxtus and Ronodin can be argued as "the only gay kid in the family and consequently shunned/rejected" and it's like. so weird bc Mull is so Mormon he'd probably rather eat his shorts than even acknowledge the possible existence of gays but

i mean. Raxtus literally has a fairy form. he's a fairy dragon.

Ronodin was just emo lol

and they both get so thoroughly rejected and sidelined by their families their whole lives and it turns Raxtus into an awkward but basically decent guy who runs back to the approval of his family once he's performed masculinity/violence enough to be accepted, only to then realize that he's basically just being used and still not fully trusted/accepted and having to betray them to save his real friends

(who sadly are probably actually homophobic but that's ok bc they're not dragon-phobic so that works out for him)

while Ronodin's like "fuck it. chaos and murder then!" and can you really blame him? he spent his entire life trying to conform to the "right" (in this case, Light) way of life, started spending time with the outgroup and learned to question things, then was told he was "too corrupt" to remain in his home

like. the symbolism is right there.

it's so funny, because sure Raxtus isn't a bad guy, but Ronodin definitely is and he pretty much gets sent to a type of hell at the end of Dragonwatch

and while Raxtus gets kind of a happy ending, like, him becoming an effective killer in a war and being accepted by his dad for being Good At Murder in the first Fablehaven series is presented as a happy ending. if Celebrant didn't wind up being the main villain for Dragonwatch, that probably would've been the end of it! gay kid learns how to soldier and is finally accepted by his homophobic family bc he's finally aggressive enough for them to love him

(i mean i have MANY issues with Celebrant being the main villain later and the reasons he's framed as bad but like. that's a separate rant lol)

the queer reading is right there. but also it's very bad and you can tell completely unintentional. or at the very least highly repressed. idk man i don't look into Mull as a personal individual bc i doubt i'll like what i see and i don't care that much but Dragonwatch was SO MUCH MORE MORMON than Fablehaven already was and it's so weird, seeing the fingerprints of it all over.

i feel like he either has a new editor or he's been doing this for long enough and sold enough books that he has the clout to veto changes made by editors or SOMETHING, bc i feel like? he's gotten worse?? and more unfiltered?? that or something happened and he's like. even more religious than before or something idk

like fablehaven was just kinda generic/bland fantasy with some fun ideas for magic items/powers/one sentence character premises, with just a hint of sus Mormon ideology, and then Dragonwatch just went. Full Mormon.

but then there's somehow even more weirdly queer shit. like. he's repressing so hard he's approaching queer from the other side??

idk man i wish this deeply mediocre man's writing wasn't a formative piece of middle school reading, leading to me still giving more of a shit than i really should over questionable children's literature now

#i mean it seems like his wife may or may not have divorced him between the series's so maybe that had something to do with it #i didn't look too deeply into it i just kinda guessed from his about the author blurbs wording changes #also wtf was up with the weird borderline piss/humiliation kink thing in the latest candy shop war book?#like. that was. that was not funny at all if it was meant to be comedic. like the execution was SO BOTCHED if so #and if it wasn't??? it was just????? UNCOMFY???#sorry i'm tired and kind of delirious and for whatever reason this man's writing's squandered potential still haunts me #like genuinely if i ever publish original fiction there's a good chance it'll be fanfic of this with the serial numbers filed off #like 'MINE I'LL DO IT /RIGHT/ OK GIMME'#fablehaven #dragonwatch #i know ronodin is overrated and like. yeah he's not really a sexyman to me but he IS still compelling as a character #i think he's funny i wanna be his therapist #like stereotypical him lying down on a chaise longue thing #but also i reserve the right to make fun of him so like. not a very ethical therapist lol #get it all out queer boy let's get you to a gay club and find some fairies who WILL accept you #just cool it with the murder and the manipulation a bit y'know

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tlbodine · 1 year

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Two Lesser-Known 1970s Religious Horrors

Our random dice roll gave us "1970s religious horror" this week, which would have been an extremely simple request to fill...if we weren't trying to watch something new.

There are so many wonderful options for 1970s religious horrors, including:

The Omen

Carrie

The Exorcist

The Wickerman

Alice, Sweet Alice

Don't Torture a Duckling

But we did not watch any of those this week. We picked two movies more or less at random through a combination of Googling and narrowing down what we could find streaming. Which is how we landed at...

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The Sentinel (1977) is directed by Michael Winner, based on a novel by Jeffrey Konvitz. The story is about a model whose new brownstone apartment is filled with a great deal of quirky denizens who are, um, not what they appear to be.

OK, I'll just go ahead and spoil it because this movie is very not-great: They're all dead. Everybody in the movie is in hell. The apartment is a hell mouth and now she has to become the new keeper of the gateway as punishment(?) for her suicide attempt (?)

When you type it out, this sounds like it will be cool. It is not. It is a plodding, boring mess that doesn't make much logical sense. It is, however, home to some delightful cameo appearances from baby versions of not-then-famous actors like Christopher Walken and Jeff Goldblum, which is a treat. But overall the experience of watching this film is like watching Rosemary's Baby, but incompetent.

We watched a movie a while back from China called Rigor Mortis that is very similar to this film except substantially better in every way imaginable. Go watch that one instead.

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Beyond the Door (1974), directed by Ovidio G. Assonitis and Roberto Piazzoli, is an Italian-American co-production that has shlocky Italian horror fingerprints all over it. It's charming in a lot of ways, but not especially good.

The story: A man makes a pact with the devil to have his life spared if he can manage to successfully bring the Antichrist into the world. Slight complication is that the Antichrist is currently in the womb of his now-happily-married ex-girlfriend.

Interestingly, this movie got sued by The Exorcist for plagiarism, and they settled the suit, which I think is kind of surprising because while it definitely does rip off The Exorcist in places, it's also shamelessly ripping off Rosemary's Baby and The Omen and in a way that feels more like recycling tropes. Then again, the primacy of 1974 means probably these weren't tropes at that point. Still interesting to me.

This movie is...hm. It's very 1970s, and very Italian. It feels very well-worn. You have seen everything in this movie before, in better movies. But then there are some elements, like the devil's voice-over and the unintentional(?) homoeroticism that are intriguing. And then some, like the bizarrely edgy dialogue of the 10-year-old daughter, that are brow-raising. And then the ending is...uh. hm.

There's a different way to do this movie that would have been really interesting, but it's not this movie.

Both of these films were so dull that I had to go look up the titles again for this post because I immediately forgot them after watching.

#random horror #horror movies #rng horror movies #rng horror #I forgot my tag oops #beyond the door #the sentinel #1970s films #1970s horror

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write-like-wright · 3 years

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney rival prosecutor edition

Miles Edgeworth:

depends on what Edgeworth we're talking about

absolutely do NOT date Bratworth

disrespects women

doesn't realise short people have feelings

wears that gaudy af jacket

doesn't want to date you anyways, is in a committed relationship with the law, baby

original trilogy Edgeworth is a bit harder to gauge

very emotionally constipated

generally awkward to be around

expect many unintentional staring contests

simultaneously cocky and insecure

this is the kind of a relationship you enter thinking you can "fix" him

spoiler: you can't

his fashion sense is getting better though

gotta be really buff if he walks up all those stairs to his office

you'd have to compete with a ton of other women and who wants to deal with Wendy Oldbag? scary stuff

he's probably still not all that interested in dating but is also starting to warm up to general human contact lmao

attempt to date at your own risk, though I'd advise against it (maybe casually drop hints you're a Steel Samurai fan? idk)

Chief prosecutor Edgeworth though? HELL YES, BABEY

that man has matured and gotten himself some therapy

can actually recognize human emotions!!

that new coat and the glasses?? mwah chef's kiss

a (childless) DILF

less subtle in his weebdom and who doesn't love a confident man

has lots of cool friends who'd like you

still a bit aloof so have patience

but hell yes, date, hell MARRY him idc

Franziska von Karma

Franzy is a baby but won't ever admit it

somehow even more emotionally constipated than her "little" brother

do you like strong, mean women? me too, bro

if someone is mean to you she will wreck them

absolutely walks up to the counter at McDonald's like "excuse me, you fool, they asked for no pickles"

needs gentle reminders to be polite to people

would call you by your full name all the time and it's probably more than a little weird

boy do I have good news for you if you're into BDSM

pretends not to care - cares a lot

date but also, like, go to couples counselling for a bit

Diego Armando/Godot

Diego is hot and he knows it

very, VERY cocky

like, kind of a douche but his heart is generally in the right place

tries to be macho

expect lots and lots of coffee dates... like, five a day lol

would always have coffee ready for you in the morning... afternoon... evening... 3 am... whenever you'd like it, basically

calls you kitten

calls everyone kitten though

calls Edgeworth kitten kinda hot ngl

probably kinda overprotective

very supportive, though

a bit of a himbo

probably never sleeps

date if you like hot douchey guys basically

Godot really is the ungodly cool guy with a mask

daft punk enthusiast

has many, many weird rules

more douchey than ever

would kill for you

ngl he kinda creeps me out, I wouldn't recommend it

Klavier Gavin

yes, you should date Klavier

not even a question

a literal rock star

such a nice boy

kinda questionable fashion, but he makes it work somehow

eurotrash

be ready to deal with the fangirls

would be worth it in the end

hot af

would write songs for/about you

he's probably the smoothest bitch alive

would take you on trips all the time

he's loaded, expect fancy gifts

probably spends too much time on Instagram, tho

Simon Blackquill

baby Blackquill is 100% boyfriend material

what a nice young man

weeb deep respect for the Japanese culture

honorable intentions

would treat you so well

breaks up with you without an explanation one day and disappears for like, 10 years

AA5 and onwards Blackquill is... an interesting one

listens almost exclusively to traditional Japanese music and My Chemical Romance

probably has a hard time adjusting to life outside

needs lots and lots of therapy

kinda scary at times

would probably need discipline and rules in his day to day life after everything

like, set his bedtime or something

can be a jerk and tease you affectionately

can also be a jerk in general, please tell him off, he's scaring the wendy's drive-through employee

go bird watching with him

I would date him but I understand why you wouldn't

he's hot

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

gorgeous, dahling

a literal disney prince

tries to impress you with his knowledge of your culture and it's both endearing and embarrassing

what's crackalackin homies = how do you do fellow kids

massive foodie

kinda ranty tho

can go for 8 hours straight

unfortunately, i'm talking about sermons

can be pretty insensitive at times

spends a lot of time with his partnered detective, kinda sus

at the very least date him to steal his haircare products

Barok van Zieks

what a scandalous man

have you seen those curves

more breast and thigh than a bucket of kfc

built like an avenger

very hot

probably unaware of it, though

what are emotions

family man

spends too much on "wine"

you suspect he may be a vampire

incredibly meticulous

condescending

openly racist

like, date him after years of therapy and several racial/cultural sensitivity workshops or something

in the meantime flash him your ankle to test the waters if you're feeling extra saucy

Bonus: Kazuma Asogi

*smacks him* this bad boy can fit so much emotional trauma inside

literally good at everything

stumbles over his words at times, though

hypes you up so much for the lamest of reasons

confident boy

so hot-headed

goes from 0 to 100 and back in a matter of seconds

very honorable

do NOT doubt his ability to get you off or he'll make you choke on it

cute laugh

if you say you wouldn't date him you're lying to yourself and even worse you're lying to me i'm so sorry for looking at your boyfriend ryuu

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #godot #diego armando #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #barok van zieks #kazuma asogi #the great ace attorney #headcanons #i'm so sorry for this i just wanted to post something lmao #come say hi send me some anon hate or some requests I welcome all #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban

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daylighteclipsed · 4 years

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I’m connecting dots that are probably unintentional, but I want to share. In the first episode of su Lion Lickers replace Cookie Cats, which begins setting up this theme of changing and growing up. We lose things, and they’re replaced by new things, and we have to accept that. Time doesn’t stop. Childhood doesn’t last forever. The small cat is replaced by a big cat.

In Cat Fingers Steven wants to shapeshift into a lion, but Amethyst tells him to start small with a house cat. He wants to rush into adulthood, to be a Crystal Gem, without fully grasping the responsibilities that come with adulthood. Pearl warns him to not bite off more than he can chew. He’s not a big cat yet. He’s still a small cat.

Fast forward 4 seasons, to Pool Hopping. Steven and Garnet find a couple of stray cats in the rain. Steven does a good job comforting an overwhelmed Garnet and getting the strays to safety, calling the local animal shelter and watching over the kittens. Garnet realizes there’s nothing wrong with her future vision, she just has to adjust the way she thinks about Steven. He’s no longer a baby, now he’s taking care of the babies. He’s grown up. Garnet decides to adopt one of the strays and names the kitten Cat Steven. He’s not that small cat anymore. He’s a big cat.

In Legs from Here to Homeworld, before Steven leaves, Bismuth explains that he’s entering the lion’s den. The Diamonds are lions, but Steven is a lion too. He’s gotta stand his ground, “roar at them in their language,” which we kind of saw in Reunited when he sent his aura at Blue and Yellow to make them recognize and listen to him, and we definitely see in Change Your Mind when his gem half screams at White hard enough to crack the floor beneath her feet. “She’s GONE!!” And honestly tbh not sure if White would’ve been willing to listen to him if he hadn’t roared and knocked her down like that, really got through to her.

Basically Steven becomes the lion he couldn’t shapeshift into before, the Lion Licker that replaced the Cookie Cat, the big cat that grows up from a small cat. While writing this I realize that you could also see Steven as the Lion Licker in the sense that he’s kind of the new thing that’s hard to accept in loss of the old thing, Cookie Cat, Rose. Thanks for listening to my ted talk.

#steven universe #su #steven #its big brain time #the lion lickers kind of look like steven with the poofy hair and doe eyes #kill the cookie cat and let the lion licker be born

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darksunrising · 4 years

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Sola Gratia (2/?)

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Rating / Warnings : General Audiences, no warning.

Fandom : Bram Stoker’s Dracula, BBC’s Dracula, various Dracula and vampire lore.

Part 2/? (2452 words)

Author’s notes : Here’s part two ! I also updated part one to be a bit better, don’t hesitate to check it out ! (taglist at the end !)

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“I always thought it was a disputable likeness.”

“JE-sus FUCK-”, I spat out as I turned over, stumbling back from shock. How in the hell- I didn’t even hear a goddamn thing, which was concerning given how close he was standing behind me. An eyebrow elegantly arched at my profanity, he seemed to study my figure. I was suddenly very aware of how absolutely dreadful I probably looked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think- I didn’t mean to break in- The door-”, I stammered, somehow unable to find any decent words.

A twinkle of amusement brightened his dark eyes, and he didn’t do me the mercy of saying anything to put me out of my misery. I took a deep breath, and awkwardly held out my hand for him to shake.

“I am Eris Cetero. I got caught in the storm, and saw light. I didn’t know where else to go. I would be eternally grateful for your hospitality, sir.”

A bit dazed that I was able to align so many coherent words, I didn’t even have the time to react when the man gently took my hand in his, and planted a light kiss on my knucles.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doamna Cetero. I am Count Vlad Balaur, and welcome you into my home.”

I managed to thank him, by God knows what miracle. From the moment our eyes met, he had not moved his gaze, nor did I see him blink, now that I thought about it. A shiver ran down my spine, making me shudder.

“My, you must be freezing. Come, sit by the fire. Do you have anything dry to wear ?”

I shook my head as he led me to one of the sofas facing the hearth, a hand barely hovering over my back.

“My bag is in a sorrier state than I am”, I sheepishly admitted.

“Well, I might be able to find something for you”, he told me with a gentle smile.

“I couldn’t, really, I don’t want to impose-”, I started, but he dismissed my protest with a flick of the hand.

“Nonsense, I will have no one die of pneumonia in this house. Wait for me here, I will soon be back.”

He left the room in long paces, and I followed his tall silhouette as it disappeared into the halls. Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that. He did look somewhat close to the portrait, however. I looked up to study it further. The figure was certainly recognizable, tall, some form of nobility in the posture. He was a Count, after all. His hair was neatly laid in elegant black waves across his broad shoulders, so dark it was almost lost to the background. He was obviously younger in the portrait, but still carried as much poise as he did then.

The crackling of the fire almost covered the sound of the rain. A log broke in half in a flurry of embers. The flames licked at the charred wood, and I started to follow their ethereal dance in the darkness. Hugging my knees closer to my chest, I wondered if I shouldn’t drip somewhere else than the Count’s expensive-looking antique sofa. Found myself unable to move, anyway.

My curious host stepped back into the room, dragging me from my drowsiness. He had a pile of neatly folded clothes in hand, and what I assumed was a towel. He was still smiling, which, for some reason, made me a bit uneasy. I shook off the feeling. I mean, he was just an old eccentric man. A little weird at times, but who isn’t?

“I’m afraid you might find the style a bit dated, however, it’s warm and dry, which is what we are looking for, aren’t we?”

He laid the pile next to me, and took his leave, respectfully closing the door behind him. Unsure about what I should do, I still took a look at what he brought. The fabrics were soft, and felt luxurious. Dated indeed. A long wool skirt I just could have worn as a poncho, a thin linen shirt closed by a series of pearl buttons, and a jacket, matching the skirt both in style and warmth. after a sigh, I decided to peel my own clothing off my body. Cold water ran down my back as I slipped my shirt over my shoulders. I decided to keep my underwear, for legitimate and obvious reasons, and put on the outfit the count prepared for me. He even had thrown in a pair of socks and boots, which, curiously, were exactly my size. As I stood up and patted down the skirt, I caught my reflection in a window. There, I was ready to leave for the suffragette rally, whilst my husband slaves away at the vintage car factory. I spun around, and the skirt flared in a very satisfactory manner.

“Are you dressed ? May I come in ?”

The sudden knock on the door nearly made me lose my footing. I caught myself on the back of the sofa, and approved the request. The Count entered, pushing the door with his foot as the carried a wodden tray, holding a steaming kettle and delicate cups. He laid it on a small side table, and turned back towards me, clasping his hands together.

“Aren’t you feeling a tad better now ?”

“Much better, thank you. If I may ask, out of curiosity, where does this dress come from? It’s not very often people have that sort of clothing at home.”

“Well”, he started as he poured tea into a cup. “It is a family home, and I must admit I do not know everyone who ever lived here. It may have been my grandmother’s, or her mother’s.”

He invited me to sit, and handed me a cup, which I accepted gladly. It had a subtle, comforting cinnamon aroma The warmth of the cup was doing wonders for my almost purple hands, slowly regaining a human-like color.

“Eris…”, the Count enunciated, slightly rolling the ‘r’, almost to himself. “What an unusual name. You must have terribly interesting parents.”

“Oh, far worse. Historians”, I scoffed.

“Greek, dare I venture ?”

“Yes. They’re kind fo the reason I am here right now, in a way.”

“Please, indulge an old man.”

He seemed genuinely interested. I guess living in a mountain surrounded by huge “KEEP OUT” signs was bound to make anyone feel starved for any distraction. It was a bit of a challenge not sounding demented as I told him about my family. Strict, absent parents, very demanding concerning school work, insisting on me keeping up with their research. As they were interested in the Classical Greek world, I shifted my interest to the Balkans, which was shocking enough, and became almost disowning when I started a masters in medieval studies. I became a bit estranged to them after that terrible offense.

“Do you still study that field ?”

“Well”, I sighed. “I should hope so. I’m in my second year of doctorate on ‘Archaeological evidence for the conflictual relationships of Balkanic regions and the Ottoman Empire during the 15th century AD’.”

It had him laughing softly.

“That sound like quite some work”, he commented, a strange glimmer in his eye.

“It is. That’s why I had to take a break, coming here. I told myself I’d take advantage of it and work, maybe visit Targoviste. Turns out, I’d rather risk death by the mighty elements than do that.”

I tried to smile, but the weight in my chest started to come back. It lifted while I was running high on adrenaline, trying to escape my doom during the storm, but now that I was out of danger, it sure as hell was back. The Count had a strange look on his face, almost as he was trying to read my mind through my eyes.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“You must be tired, after such an eventful day”, he softly told me. “Let’s prepare a guest room, shall we?”

He was right, by all accounts. I took a deep breath, and handed him my empty cup as he held out his hand for it. His fingers brushed against mine, just a second, yet long enough that it didn’t feel unintentional. He did nothing of it, and placed the cups back on the tray, before escorting me into the halls. As we left, he took hold of a small candelabra and had it lit over the fire.

We made our way through the lenghthy corridors, and I started undertanding just how huge the place was. Confusing. Labyrinthic, almost. I wondered how I would ever find my way without breadcrumbs, or a trusty ball of yarn. I started taking mental notes of some reference points. A weird cat in a painting here, a knight fighting a giant snail in the corner of a tapestry there, that sort of thing.

“Are you also interested in art, Lady Cetero ?”, the Count asked, semingly noticing my interest.

“A little. I’m afraid I connect better with pieces of armor and war apparatus in general, though. A bit of an influence from my thesis, I think”, I admitted.

“Ah, in this case, I have something I am fairly certain you will enjoy”, he announced, before taking a right into another corridor.

We passed a few doors, and stopped in front of a slightly larger one. He slipped a large iron ring out of his jacket’s pocket, holding dozens of different keys, some oranate, some rougher. Without much hesitation, which was impressive considering the sheer ammount of choice he had, he unlocked the door, and pushed it open, gallantly leaving me to enter.

The room was dark, yest I discerned a faint glimmer across the walls. As the Count stepped in, and lit torches on the walls, I almost couldn’t contain a squeal of excitement. On the wall opposite the door, a suit of armor was displayed on a mannequin. Intricately worked in gilted vegetal arabesque, the darkened iron still suffered indents and scrapes, and the golden sheen had flaked in some places. I ventured that whoever had worn this had very little understanding of the crime it was to ever put such incredible crafstmanship at risk on the battlefield. It was very reminiscent of the kind of battle gear I had studied in my first year, but I never saw a complete one, least of all in such an incredible state of conservation. The suit was surrounded by weapons of the same make, still bright and shiny, the incrustations of stones and pearls seeming almost alive in the flickering light of the flames. The other walls were all covered in an almost artistic display of a large variety of other weapons, which it seemed spanned across centuries and all the surrounding regions of the Balkans.

“This is...Absolutely incredible”, I managed to breathe out. “How did you come to have such a collection ? Even the museum in Bucharest doesn’t compete !”

“I am very interested in history, you see. Some of the pieces here were there before I was born”, he told me, stepping closer to the central figure of the room. “This armor has been in my family for generations.”

He looked somewhat nostalgic, eyes drifting along the glistening metal. He stood tall, and I couldn’t help but picture him in it, his silver hair back to the dark waves of his youth, sword in hand, covered in blood and dust, leading his men into battle against roaring, bloodthirsty waves of ennemies.

“I would love to take a better look at them tomorrow, if you don’t mind”, I asked, trying not to look so eager as I felt.

“It would be my pleasure, however, I will have to take most of the day to attend some... Urgent matters.”

I nodded along, and we left the room, me with a last longing look as the Count extinguished the torches, and locked the door. He then led me along a stone staircase, set in what I assumed to ba a small tower, as I glanced outside through the narrow windows. On the second story, the floors was made of dark wood, which looked a bit dull. I figured if he lived alone, he didn’t have much time to varnish the whole castle. As we walked, the boards creaked in a sinister way, that reverberated through the halls. I couldn’t help but shudder, and though I head a soft laughter from the Count, walking ahead of me.

He stopped to open a door, and entered before I did. It was a fairly large room, with a high ceiling, supported by large wodden beams. An iron chandelier hanged at Mid-height, which was still half a dozen feet above my head. A large fireplace was carved into the wall, which my host had somehow lit as I studied the rest of the room. Behind wooden pannels, a large canopy bed was set near one of the three windows that pierced the wall, opening to a view of the wind-swept valley.

The Count carefully removed the large bedspread, which had probably been collecting dust for a while, revealing divinely comfortable-looking covers and fluffy pillows. To be fair, I was so exhausted I would have slept on the floor with no second thought, had that been necessary.

“Make yourself at home. You will probably find something to change in the wardrobe, if you want. I will leave you this for tomorrow, should you wish to explore”, he told me as pulled the key-ring out of his pocket, and laid it on a large desk. “Have a restful night, Lady Cetero.”

Bowing his head slightly, he exited the room, leaving me alone if it weren’t for the presence still lingering inside. I figured there was a slight possibility that I really were deep into hypothermia, and hallucinating, or, more likely yet, that he was a ghost. I slipped into a nightgown, still feeling a bit like a gothic novel heroine. I wondered a second how I could ever find sleep with all the wonder, excitement and slight feeling of dread that filled my mind. However, as soon as I let the heavy blankets over me, sinking into the matress, everything went quiet, the faint sound of the rain and rumbling thunder slowly lulling me to sleep.

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Taglist : @carydorse @angelicdestieldemon @bloodhon3yx @thewondernanazombie @battocar @moony691 @mjlock

Don’t hesitate to ask if you wanna be tagged !

#dracula #dracula bbc #dracula bram stoker #dracula castlevania #(i see him as like a combination of the two)#(like i love bbc but it lacks hair. gimme more luscious long hair )#fanfiction #dracula fanfic #fanfic #slow burn #gothic horror

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m00nslippers · 5 years

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@phantomchick

You raise a lot of good points, phantomchick. I hope I’m not being presumptuous by addressing them in a post.

You’re right, Jason is being portrayed as vaguely villainous, but he hasn’t actually done anything especially wrong here, aside from lock up Penguin, which is still probably a step up from trying to kill him. His set up, the way he has crew is vaguely mafia-like and the way he got the casino was probably only semi-legitimate (I’m assuming he swept in and bought it after Penguin ‘disappeared’, at worst probably strong armed a few people to back off the purchase”) He definitely looks like an organized criminal, but he is doing mostly legitimate business, shows that he isn’t going to kill off any random criminal that bothers him by letting the little gangsters go, and his plan is to take apart Penguin’s original organization. So at this point, I wouldn't say he is doing anything bad.

BUT, you’re suggestion about the Die Hard quote is very interesting to me and I think you’ve probably uncovered the intended arc here, that Jason is going to fall to be much closer to a villain than he has since UtH. He quotes a villain there, and the implication that he’s not necessarily going after Penguin for the right reasons and the fact that even Suzie is questioning him I think is pointing that way. Jason has been essentially a crime boss before in UtH and after it, and I can understand you not wanting him to go back to that characterization, but honestly as long a he’s not killing innocent people, that doesn’t bother me personally. That’s actually my favorite version of Jason. I like that he is willing to go to extremes, to ‘fight fire with fire,’ you might say. As he was with the batfamily, he was just one more vigilante, there was nothing interesting about him. This actually gives him something back now. I think it’s probably also going to end up being his undoing though, as you’re suggesting, so we’ll see how that works out. I’m actually kind of interested to see that, actually. I mean Bruce always comes at Jason with the ‘killing is bad’ thing and that just doesn’t resonate with Jason, if he learns a different lesson here, that could actually make an impact on him.

The thing about Bizarro, I see what you’re saying, I got a hint of that too, that he mentioned Miguel and Bizarro in the same breath too soon and was like, ‘he’s a smarter version’ as if he traded up, but I think that was unintentional. I’m fairly sure Lobdell just made some bad choices in wording and that wasn’t the idea behind the statement. He’s trying to draw parallels between Jason’s relationship with Bizarro and with his relationship with Miguel, that it’s an older brother-type relationship where he is protecting someone younger and less experienced than him but who is also probably more powerful than him. He’s their emotional anchor. I think it’s a bit much that Lobdell thinks he can just short-cut his way to that by making the comparison, but I don’t think it’s indicative of anything about Jason.

To be fair about Suzie Su, all of that happened in the New 52, and I think Suzie is being rebranded a bit here in Rebirth, like a soft retcon. So far in Rebirth she’s been given much more humanization “characterization marches on” type of thing. Like I’m not sure how relevant that stuff is anymore, but even if it did still happen, Jason would be a pretty big hypocrite not to forgive her if she is honestly turning over a new leaf and ‘going legitimate’. Jason forgives people who are genuinely repentant, he just doesn’t believe in allowing people to keep living and committing crimes when they have no intention of stopping. Bruce believes in prison as a punishment, but Jason believes in ultimatums: stop or die, kind of thing. If they choose to stop, then they don’t have to die.

Eh, I don’t think throwing those guys out was a big deal. It was probably a harrowing experience for those guys being rolled all the way to the docs in a purple sphere of bricks, but they weren’t hurt or threatened, and it was probably a more effective way to deal with it than a simple talking to. They probably would have expected they were talking to rich guy son of Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, and tried to threaten or beat him up and then he’d have had to hurt them and kick them out anyway.

So I think you’ve got a few legitimate concerns, but I mean we’ll just have to see. Like I said as long as Jason doesn’t start killing innocent people, I don’t think I’ll be upset by whatever happens, but that’s me. I like a more villainous Jason, but that might not be for everyone. On the other hand him accidentally getting innocent people killed seems kind of likely so...that sucks. I’m not judging yet. I mean Lobdell’s track record is spotty at best, but at least he doesn’t usually throw the main character completely under the bus so I don’t think he’ll mess Jason up too bad.

I hope.

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Ibm's blind spot. I never know who to use. By the time you get throngs of geeks. Fortunately, I can tell, is the group within companies that buys other companies. For better or worse than the past? When you decide what the value of whatever you launch with is as a guide to strategy, and one version is much shorter. When I was in school, writing a prototype of something that could be a useful quality in programming. But Dropbox was a much better deal for them to decide to go to school, which makes software free; the Web, became popular first within CS departments and research labs force hackers to be scientists, and companies will arise to supply payment and streaming a la carte to the producers of drama. Every check has a cost.

And so in starting a company that could get annoying—but you should never shrink from it if it's on topic in the sense that all you have to know about those in a startup run by a couple of founders who have some great idea they know everyone is going to ask if any of the software. There was another speaker who was much better than random. Sometimes the current even starts to flow in, so you'd have security as well. That seems unlikely, because you'd also have to make it harder to engage with an audience. You can do that. Great hackers also generally insist on using open source software that anyone can use for future rounds. In the real world, it's generally the result of making tokens case sensitive; the Plan for Spam filter wouldn't have caught it.

It's important to realize that it was not till I was in college I imitated the pompous diction of famous professors. The first essay of his that I read was so electrifying that I remember exactly where I was materially much better off than I am now, I'd say that yes, he was before he became a professor at MIT. They started almost as a contract programming operation, and the answer is simply that there's so much of a threat. Tell them that valuation is not the thing itself, but it happens surprisingly rarely. Everyday words are inherently imprecise. So when I hear the RIAA and MPAA accusing people of stealing music and movies. We wouldn't be doing low-level stuff like allocating memory. Ask anyone who's done it. I should probably have been better just to teach them about startups if they were merely hiring people. If people get right to work implementing ideas instead of reading other people's. Sometimes, like a student who hasn't prepared for an exam.

The only way you're ever going to be a hot deal—they can pretend they just got distracted and then restart the conversation as if they'd been more careful about drawing conclusions based on what the characters said and did the subtler clues, the better. The resulting technological growth translates not only into wealth but into military power. Most hackers' first instinct is to avoid situations where inexperience may make you look foolish. Over-engineering is poison. So if you're doing really badly, meaning the company is just a starting point—not a blueprint, but a difference in how things feel within the company. One place this happens is in startups. The best investors aren't influenced much by the opinion of other investors. As governments got more powerful, until now the most advanced of them are run by product visionaries, and empirically you can't seem good without actually being good. There's no difference in the way. A round, unless you're in a powerful position. Simple as it seems.

I'd say that yes, he was listed as an inventor on the patent Yahoo sued over—so perhaps there was something personal about it. It seemed as if there were zero risk of pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases are just as much time just thinking as I do that the main purpose of a PhD program is to start with what goes wrong and try to predict whether people would have done better to spend those millions improving their software. Don't try to start the kind of possibility that the to-do list is itself a form of evolutionary pressure. When John Smith finishes school he is expected to rise each time it raises money. For describing pages, we had to write about English literature—to decide which we prefer. And more to the point that there is some speed limit to the amount of work you have to do. But they'd be bad at picking startups. And so if you want to make it interesting. Henry Ford realize that networks of cooperating companies, you have to go out and get each new group and she didn't ask many questions. Good design happens in chunks.

I can type, then spend several weeks rewriting it. When you use time that way, and how much it matters that it's broken. David Hornik, Jessica Livingston, Robert Morris, Peter Norvig, Lisa Randall, Emmett Shear, Sergei Tsarev, and Stephen Wolfram for reading drafts of this. At Y Combinator we measure growth rate per week, partly because there was a strong middle class—countries where a private citizen could make a large number of small ones. And so good writers just you wait and see who's still in print in 300 years are less likely to depend on this year's revenues, and the best research solves problems that are, without realizing it, imitations of whatever English professors had been publishing in their journals a few decades before. I could go back and look at growth numbers. But there is a second much more common one.

Most intellectual dishonesty is unintentional. Think about your own. It's not literally true that you can easily get lost if you talk too loosely about very abstract ideas—they continued to fall into place. Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, says the New York Times front page. Early union organizers made heroic sacrifices to improve conditions for workers. You never do your best work in a big company, it's good for smart kids to be as big a problem as big as Google might well get it wrong. I mean by habits of mind to do great work. This essay focuses on phase 2 fundraising consists of presenting a slide deck in person to collect a check. The right way to search for information using something like that. Institutions are made up, you can see where the conclusion comes from. But search traffic is worth more.

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