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sailor-aviator · 27 days

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No, but yes, but wait. Because even though Victorian Era!Jake is the rakish eldest son, he would be so gentle with his love! As soon as he sees and hears her laugh at Bradley's drunk comments, he is hooked completely. He doesn't even look at anyone else, he is so intrigued by her and so determined to get to know her! And he would just be so tender and careful, because he wants her to get a good impression and not be spooked and scared away. And he shows her his soft side that he hides from the rest of the world, while she shows him her "wilder", freer side and they just melt together and into each other on a spiritual/soulful/emotional/mental level throughout their time of getting acquainted and becoming each other's confidantes and best friends while also falling deeply in love with each other and having their courtship. This is why when they are finally intimate for the very first time on their wedding night, it all just feels so natural and so absolutely transcendental, because finally they get to melt together on the physical level too and it's everything they dreamed it would be and much, much more.

No, because you GET IT. Like, VE!Jake and Reader (we need to figure out a nickname) are so similar to Hangout (aka DHTN!Jake and Scout), but while Scout knows that DHTN!Jake is interested in her on some level, I think VE!Reader is very dense when it comes to that and automatically assumes that Jake can't possibly be genuinely interested in her, and that she's merely a passing fancy. He'll lose interest after a while, right? Wrong.

Jake is smitten because while all the other ladies within earshot of Bradley's crude joke look at him with horror and disgust, he hears the snicker from the side of the room, and looks just in time to see you covering your mouth and fake a cough, but he sees the way your lips twitch into a smile as you sip your drink. He watches you the rest of the night, sees how you stay tucked against the wall, smiling shyly at the daring souls who venture over to ask you for a dance, and he sees the way you grin as you twirl around the room, and damn, does he want you to smile at him. He doesn't venture over though, no. He has to babysit a drunk Bradley, and for once he finds his friend's drunken acts irritating instead of amusing.

He sees you again a few days later in town as he's walking through the park with Bradley, his eyes immediately locking onto where you stand amongst the flowers. He imagines this is what angels must look like, and he stops walking without realizing it, the only thing to bring him back is Bradley shaking his shoulder. His friend notices what he's looking at and scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

"She's not your type," he warns Jake, earning a glare.

"Oh, do tell," Jake grumbles back, shaking off his friend's hand.

"She's too proper, too..." Bradley pauses, looking at you with a thoughtful expression, "too innocent."

Jake says nothing, eyes wandering over to you once more with a grimace. Your fingers come up to cup one of the pink roses, a small smile tugging at your lips as you lean forward to smell the flower. Jake feels something ache in his chest at the sight, and he's vaguely aware of Bradley watching him.

"Don't start anything you aren't ready to see through," Bradley warns. "And don't be surprised if she wants nothing to do with you given your...reputation."

Jake snorts, casting a sideways glance to the brunette.

"I don't know what you mean," he lies, earning another eye roll.

"Of course you don't. Now when should I have Nat make the introductions?"

"I don't need help," Jake smirks, rolling his shoulders back. Before Bradley can stop him, he's already marching over to where you stand, your friends, Natasha included, catching sight of him with interest as he walks right past them. He slows as he gets closer to you, nerves suddenly filling him as he stops. You don't turn to acknowledge him, and to Jake, it looks like you're lost in your own, little world.

"Hello," he utters, causing you to jump and turn around. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of him, your back straightening as you wait for him to continue. He cringes internally at how awkward things feel suddenly - he's usually much better at this.

"I'm Jake," he smiles.

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #victorian era!Jake #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #long post #ve!jake

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catmansquad · 6 months

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Eldritch!König

Headcanons galore for the troubled soul.

For as long as he remembered, he knew he wasn’t like other children.

His mother would wrap him up warm, a little scarf so that no-one could see the welts all over his lower face.

Their parents would whisper, and pull the children away from him.

His mother was loving and warm, but his father never showed him love. The man was cold and abusive. Calling him a freak with bloodshot eyes and the stench of alcohol on his breath.

Eventually his father revealed himself as violently homophobic. König’s attempt at exploration in his teen years ended in being beaten black and blue. His father called him a freak in more ways than one.

König was inevitably forced to confront the fact that he definitely wasn’t like other people. The man who spat venomous words was only his step-father. His mother conceded defeat when he stepped into the light to show his face. She told him that his father- his sire- was “exceptional” in all ways. A night of transcendental passion that defied all description.

At 35 years old, König stands over 7’ tall, and can lift a grown man single-handedly.

To say he is intimidating would be an awful understatement.

Until he met you, there was only one other man he trusted and loved deep enough to unmask himself. It was the deep and pure acceptance he’d always longed for. For a time, he had found someone he could trust absolutely.

When the townsfolk came with torches and petrol bombs, chanting of death to the “Abomination”, König was determined to fight, then to flee with his beloved. In the end, only he escaped the flames.

It takes him months of letting down his barriers and rejecting your attempts to see his face, before he finally agrees.

“Promise me, mein Schatz… P-promise me that you... Won’t scream…”

You had expected scarring, perhaps disfigurement.

“I promise, King, you’re handsome to me no matter how-“

You barely manage to choke back the shriek of horror, eyes blown wide as the sniper’s hood falls to his side, clutched tight in a fist.

His azure eyes are sad, sparkling with unshed emotions. All six of them. His nostrils are narrow, his frowning mouth barely visible beneath the many long, tentacles that now hang limp and still as he waits for you to reject him. To call him a freak. To run, screaming into the night, howling about a monster.

“That’s… N-not what I was expecting.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a soft gasp passes his lips. You don’t run, you step closer to him. Had reaching out, fascinated, until you stopped. “Can I touch them?”. He nods, slowly.

He shivers at the feel of your fingers brushing along one of his appendages, it twitches at the foreign contact. He slowly coaxes it into wrapping around your hand in return.

Kissing König is an experience. His huge hands cup your ass to support you against his chest, his tendrils wrap around your neck, across your shoulder and down your back, pulling you close against him. He kisses back with a ferocious desperation, a touch-starved, love-starved man who finally has acceptance once.

He has other secrets, too; of how his gloves conceal his dark, sharp nails and webbed fingers, of the faint, closed slits in his neck that hide gills, and of how the light never seems to sit quite right on his bare skin. It is as if the shadows of the night sky want to swallow him up.

You’d always let you imagination run wild, the first few times you’d slept with the hulking Colonel, the man who refused to show his face, but the moans and groans of your name from beneath the hood had been enough to sate you. Loving him for who he really was did not take much effort.

He loves you just as much. Perhaps, his love burns too hot. After what befell the last man who accepted him, König would do anything to keep you safe. To keep you his. Anything.

“Mein Liebe, mein Schatz… Mine…“

It’s common to wake up to find yourself hugged against his chest, eyes watching you sleep, a single tentacle stroking your cheek. Your dreams are stranger these days; of a ruined city beneath an eclipsed sun, and tattered yellow banners fluttering in dead winds.

You witnessed him deal with the last man who assaulted you; the mask shifted and one tentacle lashed out from beneath, wrapping around his neck and strangled him while König looked on with a ferocious growl in his chest.

At the Halloween party, König greeted you wrapped in golden silks and a white veil. He hugs you close, lavishing little kisses while spinning you on the spot and whispering sweet nothings in you ear. “I know who I am. What I am here for. Be my consort, by my side. Forever. We will rule this world made anew. You are worthy, dear one…”

Only then did you recognize what he meant. He was telling you who he was. His callsign, his robes of golden yellow silk, the yellow tears that stained his sniper hood. He’d always been telling you.

“Der gelbe König”.

The King in Yellow embraces you as the eye of the storm, lost in each other’s eyes, as the madness claims all else.

#cod könig #könig x male reader #eldritch König

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lordsovorn · 4 months

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Ultrakill lore theory (SPOILERS)

There is literally no way in hell Earthmovers could fit into the gate of hell and descend that deep through elevators:

1. They are ridiculously oversized for that

2. They are explicitly stated to be all dead

And that leads to two possible fascinating conclusions:

1. They are hellish recreations, like giant torture devices meant to recreate the horror of the final war - which would make them demons in some sense, but also probably the most complex and unusual hell object in Ultrakill.

2. Blood-fueled war machines are somehow considered by Hell and/or the laws of the universe to be conscious beings that get judged in afterlife, which is... Wow

Did they have a choice not to kill?..

Does a war machine have free will? Does it consciously choose to raze cities? Does it deserve eternal torment for its actions - does it even have an ability to process eternal torment, to process anything but endless hunger and bloodlust, programmed in by its human creators?

Do humans deserve eternal torment for obeying instincts, programmed into their very nature?.. Can they even process eternal torment, this transcendental, inhuman justice - can they process anything beyond their desire to live and spread themselves?..

Did humans somehow create bloodthirsty demons that consciously choose violence and sin, even if they could choose otherwise?

Or does it mean that in the eyes of the heavenly order, free will simply doesn't matter, and your fate is predetermined before you were even born?

P. S. The latter would mean that in the Ultrakill universe, the Reformed / Calvinists were right

#ultrakill #ultrakill layer 7 #ultrakill lore #lore #lore theory

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vestaclinicpod · 4 months

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Audio Drama Sunday - 14th Jan ✨

Oh, friends, I have had a shit week but these listens have definitely gone some way to making it bearable. Happy Audio Drama Sunday 🎧

👻 @tellnotalespod oh how I love you and how I have missed you!! It seems that some time has passed since the end of S1 and Leo has OBVIOUSLY made absolutely stellar choices in the meantime. Nothing is better for one’s mental health than isolation and trusting the slimiest creature on god’s green earth.

🦀 @thesiltverses (37) my beloved Silt Verses have returned with a frankly exceptional HOUR long episode filled with so many things to scream about that I don’t even know where to start. Val’s revelation that extreme power can also be used to bring people joy is VERY interesting indeed. They were never going to be able to control her, but I doubt it even more now. And PAIGE stepping up!! Part of me really wants a Val vs Paige stand off but most of me wants to protect Paige at all costs… I am loving the music choices this episode and the scene with the telephone calls was so good! Also, PLEASE stop foreshadowing Carpenter’s death, I am going ‘lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!’

🧳 I listened to episode 8 of Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions after a night shift and the hazy tiredness only served to make it even more transcendentally beautiful. I adore the blossoming friendships aboard the Tola, especially between the Traveller and Óli 😭🌌

👁️ @malevolentcast (39) I love it when you can *feel* that an episode is gearing up to a season finale, a few little loose strands tied up here and there but one BIG problem looming for the finale. I NEED to remember to not listen to this show when I’m emotionally compromised in any way because I found myself bloody sobbing as Marie was talking about her son. I should know that Malevolent is going to play dirty with my emotions.

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum ENDLESS okay I don’t want to ruin this for anyone who hasn’t listened yet but !!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let’s go!!!!!!!!!!!

🐬 @patterspod P Files brought creative levity into our lives with the tale of Professor Fantabulum. I’m honestly a huge fan of the idea of creative genius as a torch passed on to the people who you inspire

🌨️ @thewhitevault (5) Oh I just don’t trust this guy at all. . . everything he says is so perfectly plausible that there’s just obviously something wrong with him. My friend pointed out that the family meeting mentioned surveyors . . . . . Now S has been killed by something . . . . I just adore the way The White Vault slowly ramps up the cosmic kind of horror but you’re so distracted by all the other scary human shit going on that your brain is primed and ready to be terrified by the obviously fictional stuff by the time it happens. It’s such clever writing!!

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (6) Ah, now, Ren…. Just because you *can* do something, doesn’t meant necessarily mean that you should… you feel me? Some of the anatomical descriptions in this episode made me want to vomit a little. It’s so awful, I need to know what happens next!!

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E5) I’m absolutely living for these scenes with Green and Sterling. Are they squishing my heart into pieces? Yes. Do I feel sick to my stomach thinking about the impossibility of trying to perfect and control the one you love? Yes. Can I have more, please?

🍾 I finished season 1 of @ameliapodcast and what an absolute DELIGHT that ending was!! What an absolutely masterful raising of the stakes at just the right moment in time to keep the listener absolutely hooked. I hope Tara and Lily come back one day, they were so much fun and I think will be even more fun as free agents!

🌫️ @souloperatorpod dropped this week and the first episode is very intriguing indeed! I think I need to relisten without any distractions if I want to stand a chance of collecting all the threads of red string I’m going to need for this show! I really love the theme music and am very excited for more!

♦️ The Grotto continues to be an absolutely WILD delight. I caved and listened to two episodes this week but it’s okay because I still have ep 4 in my back pocket. I love the music, the sound design, the fact that it is literally impossible to work out what the hell is going to happen next. Go listen to The Grotto!!

Thanks to everyone making art - it makes things better 💓 I’m so excited for @camlannpod next week!!

#audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #tell no tales #malevolent spoilers #tsv spoilers #the amelia project #travelling light #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #finding pattersby #the white vault #the grotto #soul operator #the department of variance of somewhere ohio

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germanpostwarmodern · 12 days

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The First World War for many German artists was a catalytic experience that changed their work forever. Although Max Beckmann “only” volunteered as medical orderly and unlike e.g. Otto Dix didn’t sit tight in the trenches, the experience initiated a drastic shift in his work: where before Beckmann had dealt with historical topics in a late impressionist idiom that channeled influences from Rembrandt, Goya and early Cézanne, from 1915 onwards his style developed into what he himself coined „transcendental objectivity“, an amalgamation of Expressionism, Cubism and late medieval art. It was a direct reaction to the horrors he was confronted with as medical orderly and followed a nervous breakdown in the same year: biblical scenes, crammed into tight spaces and painted in a flat instead of spatial manner from now on are the new direction in Beckmann’s oeuvre. In brutal, almost nightmarish tableaus classical scenes like „Descent from the Cross“ and „Christ and the Sinner“ Beckmann processed the turmoils of war and the societal upheaval it triggered way beyond the end of the war.

Late last year the Neue Galerie in New York dedicated a comprehensive exhibition to Max Beckmann’s formative years between 1915 and 1925 which was accompanied by the eponymous catalogue published by Prestel. In crisp reproductions it features the paintings, drawings and lithographs presented in the exhibition but also features insightful essays by curator Olaf Peters and others. The former provides an excellent analysis of the artists’ dramatic stylistic changes and his reaction to postwar Germany with a particular focus on the disabled veterans. In the lithographic portfolio „Hell“ from 1919 he depicts the traumatized survivors and takes a biting satirical look on postwar society that also represents a link to his later Circus-themed works.

What both exhibition and catalogue quite plainly show is the incredible urgency contained in Beckmann’s works between 1915 and 1925 and with what radicality he reacted to the fault lines in postwar society. At the same time this period forms the basis for all the later works, one of the many reasons for me to warmly recommended the catalogue!

#max beckmann #art book #expressionism #modern art #new objectivity #art history #exhibition catalogue #prestel

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tealaoding · 7 months

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SO KIND | YanderePlatonic!Old Design!Wally Darling + Home x GN!Reader

TW: kidnapping, horror body (Reader are made of rag like the neighbors)

The only thing you remembered was that you received a call from voices that seemed to come from another world, crying, begging and screaming for help.

That moment your chest felt tight and dizziness plunged into your little head.

You woke up here and you were greeted by a colorful corridor but with intense tones but a little darkness except that the windows let in light but were temporarily blocked by something.

You had no idea how you ended up in a situation like this.

Despite the darkness you managed to see.

The center of the room had a easel with a painting resting on it, you slowly approached the painting.

There were the neighbors, there was Home and ahead of them were Wally, Barnaby, Howdy, Eddie, Frank, Poppy, Julie, Sally and you, but on top there was a big red cross formed each one of them except you.

You looked at this, surprised, a little sad about why someone messed up that transcendental drawing and one more step you stepped on something rough, looked down and there was a sketch of you, but more detail.

"It's well detailed…who would have drawn it?" You thought while you left the drawing leaning on the painting, but you still did not forget that you were in a corridor that you did not know.

There were paint cans everywhere, scattered papers and a comfortable chair with a type of sewn fabric, on one side a red telephone, but the capsule was far from their telephone.

You thought too much, remembering if you were ever here once, going through the depths of your memories.

...Paintings, pictures, an armchair and the red phone that seems to be a bit wasted.

You looked at the colorful walls again and the eyes moving on their own behind of the windows.

You thought again.

Your eyes widened.

The chills came out of your rag skin.

Wally's house.

*CREEEK*

Somehow you felt that this house was alive.

You almost fell over with fright from the noises in the house.

"Oh…how rude of me to enter someone's house without their permission." You covered your mouth with an open palm on your lips as still looked around the house.

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

You apologized in advance that you interrupted their space either by accident and you knelt to the ground, resting a hand on the floor and rubbing it against them.

*TSSS*

You did not understand their language but you made the effort to understand them, "Uhh, Home? You whispered, "Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?"

*CREEEEK*

This has always been normal for you, no matter if it is an object, animal or person you still talk to them as if they are a real person. Your stomach turned from anxiety, you did not know if it was a yes or a no, you decided to wait a little longer.

...

*CREEK*

You opened your illuminated eyes, "You understand me? Can I ask you then?"

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

You crossed your arms, "if you think...I didn't end up here either by accident…" You reached up to Home's eyes, "What am I doing here in the first place-ah, besides…I feel embarrassed..of being in Wally's house without his permission..ahh, that must be wrong of me to get in and..and. What-"

You rambled, rambled and rambled.

You forced yourself to bite your tongue and pat your cheeks hard, leaving marks with your own hands. You let out a nervous laugh as you scratched your neck, "Sorry, the anxiety spoke for me."

You got up from the ground excitedly, "I'll go home for the meantime, thank you very much for taking care of me while I was unconscious, Home!" While you were going through the door that was in front of you, it must be the entrance and exit of the house.

When you took the door handle and turned it…it was locked.

You looked strangely at the shiny door.

*CRACK-CRACK*

You looked at House's moving pupils through the window of the door.

When you turned it back.

*CRACK-CRACK*

The sounds made you nervous.

*CRACK-CRACK*

Then, you waited until the noises stopped and the giant pupils in the window were narrowed. The light came on in the living room, illuminating a large mess of paintings, drawings and art tools.

*CREEEK*

The handle was played, it was closed and the safety was unlocked.

*KNOCK*

You swallowed your saliva while you looked at the reflection of you in the golden handle with a puzzled look, "Do you want me..to stay for wait for him?"

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

"I remember he said he was going to Barnaby's house, his best friend, from what I understand" You cocked your head over your shoulder, "hmm, so as not to give him any more trouble, I guess."

The lock is unlocked.

You sighing with relief as you let go of the handle, moving towards the chair instead of sitting on it, you sat on the floor, shaking the fabric of your [pants/skirt], resting your head against the handrest of the colorful chair.

...

When you lift your vision forward you can see pale bluish hairy legs, you recognized it happily letting out a gasp, "Barnaby! Y-You're here, glad see yo-" Not until his head hit the ground.

Your body froze when your friend's head collided with your knee, and you automatically fell backwards until you collided with Wally's nightstand. There was silence except for the rapid sounds of your heart pounding in your ears and the sweat dripping from your chin.

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

You looked in the windows with a shocked look, the pupils were dilated focused on you.

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

"Ah..uh, what? Home, what-..what's going on?" you mumbled.

Your gaze went to Barnaby's furry head and his eyes were blank with hardly any emotion in it. His hairy fat body of him completely standing in the room. That surprised you how he could balance his corpse stuffed.

"Hey, Barnaby? M-Mate?" You were too nervous to form words before the strange appearance of your funny big friend.

You frowned as you put your palms over your face.

"W-what should I say in these kinds of situations?"

You thought about it while you walked slowly, the look of this living house did not stop following your step even with an uncertainty that your graceful body felt at the same time the chills rhymed, you trembled.

You felt bad to neglect a friend who made jokes in the neighborhood. Remaining Barnaby's head and you crouched down to the height of him. You took his heavy head in your trembling hands, uncertainly inspecting his furry face until you looked at a hole that had been cut in his neck.

There was a big hole in it, there were eyes until they became aware of your presence, making you scream, you rested his decapitated head against your chest.

You hugged his big head for comfort, letting his floppy ear brush against your hair and cold cheeks.

His gaze was empty looking behind you.

"Barnaby…what happened to you?" You whispered as your arms trembled, "Hey..wake up, t-this isn't funny."

The big puppy's corpse began to move towards you, slow but clumsy causing you to freeze and take steps back with your friend's head still clinging to your chest. An idea came to your head when your friend were about 3 meters away and you extended the decapitated head of your furry friend into the air.

It was risky but hopefully it was worth it.

"Do you want me..give it back to you?"

And his corpse stopped-almost leaning down to your height.

When he slowly approached you to catch you as a creature on defense ready to be eaten with their eyes on the hole opened, you could in his fluffly hands were connected with strings from above the ceiling.

Not until a few seconds, seeing how those ropes broke, he fell to the ground almost making you shudder.

You put his head on the floor carefully and went to help lift his flyffly body up but he was a little heavy, "You'll be fine..just-" You forced him to push from the big chest so that he was leaning against the wall on the floor sitting, "A-and I think that…can I do this…"

His decapitated neck was right up to your head.

You took his head and tried to put it in his place.

"I-I think there you are as good as new-" It fell off.

"Argk-!" You sacrificed yourself to throw yourself on the ground to catch him even though he was a little bigger than you.

You didn't realize your ears fell deaf as you didn't hear the sound of the doorknob turning and the lights from the windows in Home's eyes closed.

You were getting up until then you fell back to the ground with your face hitting the ground after feeling something hitting your back and pair of arms with a colorful jacket of three even colors in your field to then surround your shoulders and the head of the comedian dog slipped out of your hands.

"Neighbor, there you are, I haven't seen you for a while."

You grew cold when you felt his breath against the back of your hair and turned your head towards the puppet that was curled up on your back as a pillow.

He looked different from what you were used to seeing him with his typical blue vest white shirt an open button exposing his neck with his scarf freely like wings and rainbow pants to be something formal, apart from the mentioned vest he wore the same shape but his red scarf in a bow tie, you noticed that he had crosses on his cufflinks on the sleeves of his white shirt and pants a pale brown shade and not forget to mention his white and black dress shoes.

He rested his elbow on the side of your back as he rested his face in his hand.

"What's the matter, neighbor? Didn't I fix my appearance well?"

You came out of your trance and looked at him with a lost look and zero confidence in your words, "N-no, nothing happened." You turned to look at Barnaby's head that was lying on the ground in front of you a few meters away from you, "You look…outstanding today."

Words were hard to pronounce.

"Mhmm…" You could hear him humming happily at your praise surely and a song you had never heard before and you were getting up but he wouldn't let you, you tried but the attempt was in vain. Your body trembled automatically as you swallowed and take some breathings to trying to stay calm, you felt the throbbing in your ears.

"..d-didn't we have a picnic this afternoon with our neighbors?" You changed the topic and turned to look at him, masking the uncertainty of the situation you found yourself looking at him with a small smile, but your eyes did not match the smile.

That he doesn't see his best friend dead there in his own living room?"

You thought.

Why does he look so..calm in situations like this?

He began to play with the strands of your hair that were dipping at the nape of your neck, "Well, why of course, neighbor..but, I remembered that I had something else to do, I had to politely deny" He sighed as he slowly shook his head as a no, "Same goes for you, neighbor."

Confused, you looked at him, "Why? I-I was going to go there anyway." You looked between him and the door opened, something doubtful, "if it's because I came into your house without you notified, I apologize in advance."

Wally laughed between each point of his words, "Silly, It has nothing to do with you getting into House, honestly, it's very considerate of you to come visit us."

The atmosphere was tense and you felt the grip on your shoulders and the sensation of being watched seemed to be constant, making you paralyzed.

The monotonous words of the friendly puppet gave you chills.

"There's just a little loose end I need to take care of."

"But...you're too kind to be part of home, so..."

He got off your back, sitting next to you while you stretched a little from the weight of before, still dazed, seeing Barnaby on the floor next to his corpse.

"It's better if we keep you here together, also, I made us a scrapbook! It’s mostly pictures of you, but we’ll take more, we can paint together again and again, eat apples together, tell stories together..."

The neighborhood leader kept rambling.

...Huh? Keep me?

You thought.

You blinked, checking to see if you weren't in the clouds or because the pain of your head you had before after passing out and waking up to a mysterious place from one of your neighbors.

"-and what do you think, neighbor?"

You didn't hear what he was saying the whole time.

You gulped, "But, what about our friends? Frank? Howdy? Julie? A-and-"

*CREEEK*

"...It's needless, neighbor, besides, I don’t care about anyone else. You’re all I have, so kind for your good and us, neighbor."

You stunned about his words.

There was no expression on his face but his pupils were upset, devastated, it even seemed like he was fighting, he just limited himself to lightly squeezing the fabric of your shirt.

"You...can’t do anything to have them, save them, it was our decision whether they live or die, cruel, terrible people live out there. Is it so bad to be away from them?"

*KNOCK-KNOCK*

A sharp noise fell from the floor where they were present in front, an arm of rag sticking out fluffy cotton had been torn off from below.

*CREEEK*

You were terrifying to react now.

"It’s pretty, right? I hope you think so, too. You’ll be seeing it a lot more than I will, neighbor." You didn't have the courage to fight, you had a feeling that if you fought, your life would be cut off by an entity from the living house.

Home.

You felt that the floor began to turn to mud. Wally hugged your entire being and his head rested on your chest listening to the noises in your chest as if there were a heart.

Your mind was clouded by the darkness.

A pair of eyes watched as you descended deeper into the subterranean surface.

"But don't worry, neighbor..you’ll be safe as long as you stay with me, with us."

Strings created around you as you softy landed on the ground, binding you from the underground floor to only darkness.

Wally could perfectly see the darkness just to hold you against him.

"...You’re just so kind. it makes me want to keep you all to myself forever to admire you the way you are, neighbor."

Just like a lost treasure to be cherished in his heart.

Thank you for reading!

I'm back from the dead, sorry, I had a lot of time off the platform to rest but I can't promise if I'll upload WH fanfic stuff something again.

#welcome home x reader #wally darling #fanfic #welcome home #yandere wally darling #old design wally darling

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katyspersonal · 10 days

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i saw your post about your predictions for messmer and they're all interesting, so do you think Messmer would be one of those fromsoft "irredeemably villains" or he would have shades of grey like Martin's main characters ? if i am not mistaken Myazaki said something about Messmer being one of the characters GRRM wrote for the game.

Thank you for the compliment @ first anon! And yeah, I assume that Messmer counts as one of the characters that Martin wrote, referring to the bit of interview @val-of-the-north helped me to find just yesterday!

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Miyazaki and Martin really write their 'villains' differently, huh? My observation is, Fromsoft style is more along the lines of "Yeah this character done shit beyond the very scope of how us simple humans can even define a sin or crime, but also allow us to present it all in such a confusing, existential, grand scheme manner that you'll doubt whether character is truly in the wrong. Heck, is ANYONE in the wrong? In fact, what if the worst people are the best? What if no one has the real choice anyways but to pick their own poison? What if the most atrocious decisions are actually the most heroic? What if-

YEAH YEAH whatever shuddup. Martin really feels more common "This character having been a victim doesn't excuse their crimes but also this character's crimes don't make bad things that happen with them right". And so far I've noticed that Elden Ring's writing of the 'bads' falls MORE on Martin's side, even if some previously familiar tropes are there!

I'll use Mohg as volunteer! Mohg is presumably a sex offender, towards his half-sibling too, but you can't help but feel bad for him being raised in the severs and alienated from his family as abomination save for his twin brother that expresses results of such oppression differently, but you can't really excuse anything! If Elden Ring was a pure Miyazaki's creation, no Martin's involvement, execution of his "morality" would go more like: when Mohg was trapped in the severs he saw a dream that actually revealed the true meaning of this world to him and now he knew only one way to end the pain like he and Morgott experienced and fix the world to the better existed, which was to get into a system Greater Will set up and become a consort for the only available Empyrean, was he REALLY in the wrong to choose one crime to end many ooooo something something train dilemma maybe he'd be a way worse person if he learned of the one way to fix the world and still did nothing clinging to a morality that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things OR MAYBE DOES IT OOOOOOHHHH

Basically the latter vibe is not something I am seeing in the big bads of Elden Ring as much! They ARE morally grey, justified or not justified not by some transcendental existential matters but by combination or their very close, very realistic circumstances and how they've reacted to them! The debate on whether character is redeemable boils down to how much agency one can have in this or that situation more than the "horror of knowing your choices"! So, I expect Messmer to be "morally grey"! Maybe whatever he did, under assumption that he DID do something bad, came from his own flaws but he'd have a point in his own way. Or maybe he was done dirty in his life and:

As for whether he'd be worse than Mohg? I think he COULD be! Mohg kidnapped Miquella in his stasis and is now worshipping his "dead" flesh in his madness. The only worse thing to do would be to like, annihilate Miquella, which I CAN see Messmer potentially doing! He spoke with a disdain towards being devoid of Grace from how I've interpreted it, which Miquella did do:

Okay, okay, maybe we will NOT get a dramatic scene of him obliterating Miquella just before we got a chance to do anything, that might be a stretch! Let's HOPE that won't happen! But there could be an attempt, or he could be holding him hostage like @alma-amentet said. AND there could be a general sentiment by Messmer having a very...... awkward position regarding existence of those he deems less worthy or unequal (by being devoid of Grace in this case) that passes beyond the level of simple oppression, let's JUST call it that fsdhfhsd

And, again, there of course would be some "reasoning" behind that attitude that'll leave space for debates! Like maybe Marika herself hardcore trained him to be this way before leaving, and he had no real means to reconsider being in isolation from the 'real' world! Whatever made him this or that way, as a bad/worse person is not a result of Eldrich madness or sense of the world ending anyway, but something very understandable and human. Sympathetic, even! I can already imagine the "he had no chance for a perspective change or more information, but it is still what it is, so he is still terrible even if not willfully" sentiment! Or something close!

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Okay thank you for the asks, but I must admit, it's been 8 years since I touched Martin's writing and my memory might be failing me with some specifics! And, of course, the difference between Miyazaki-only writing and Martin being involved is not that drastic, I've just tried to maximise it to actually make a point! It is still a collab, and I am betting more on Martin-style approach with Messmer; this is just my version of what his critical flaw could be if it WILL happen!

#ask replies #elden ring #elden ring dlc #messmer the impaler #that being said guyyyys.. I think from now on I'll avoid asks about trying to predict DLC stuff #I am extremely bad at it and my style is to just take what is already here and nurture and analyse it!#so yeah trying to predict something even just for fun fries my already tiny brain fdsgfdghfds

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Dear Lanyon,—You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me to-night, I am lost.

Sir Henry Jekyll, admired scientist of your time.

“It is well,” replied my visitor. “Lanyon, you remember your vows: what follows is under the seal of our profession. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors—behold!”

You are a hypocrite beyond comparison.

How could he? How truly could he dare do this? I ask, and yet the answer lays on Hyde's words, and Jekyll's intentions.

Lanyon's letter is the beginning of the end in this mystery. It is the ugly truth coming to light, it's looking at the horror directly, and wondering why are you witnessing this.

How arrogant of Jekyll to play with his disturbing discovery like this in front of his old friend. He wrote such moving letter, so well written and so desperate, to lead Lanyon to do what he wanted. Yet, in his desperation to prove his theory, Jekyll killed Lanyon.

Remember how they fell apart, a dispute about crimes against science, probably trying to do magic, and call it science. Then neither can see eachother, leaving Utterson in the middle, and in all of that time Jekyll was preparing this while Lanyon was none the wiser.

The chase, the instructions, Hyde coming to Lanyon's house specifically, all of it was planned.

Now that I truly think about it, maybe this is why Hyde had such despicable aura, and how he as mask ends up becoming "stronger" than Jekyll despite him being a fundamental part of the gentleman. Hyde's whole being, one of the pillars that made his existance possible was Jekyll's emotions towards Lanyon. All of that pettiness, the hate, the rage, all of them boiled inside Jekyll then exploded in Hyde.

Hyde is not only Jekyll with a mask, he is Jekyll's ill intentions made physical to the point that the first thing people notice about him is that negative miasma that makes them hate him. Hyde was born out of hatred!

And what Jekyll did was inflict that traumatic transformation upon Lanyon... Because Lanyon rightfully called his endeavours "unscientific balderdash." An unscientific balderdash that ended up killing him from pure terror.

This whole horrifying display of defying the laws of nature was just the pettiest way possible for Henry Jekyll to finally prove to his old friend Hastie Lanyon that at the end he was the better scientist.

#This man really killed one of his best friends for a scientific dispute #Truly impressed by this mad scientist #No wonder Hyde is like That™#jekyll and hyde weekly #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #henry jekyll #hastie lanyon

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VENUS AS A BOY

Tim Cury in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", 1975

The body is the vessel through which we experience life and creation and so it has the power to tie us to earth as well as free us from it. The spirit and the body have been treated as separate concepts, but this isn’t necessarily true for female bodies.

“To deny the relevance of our gendered body in spiritual life is part of a worldview that sees the physical and spiritual as separate, and the physical as an illusory shadow of something much more real. For those women who instinctively understand the utter holiness of what our bodies are capable of, this separation – and diminishment – makes no sense.” –Hilary Hart in the “Body of Wisdom”.

For female bodies, "God" lies internally and within their very form. The female body can become a vessel for something holy and sacred, and so the search for God is projected internally. For male bodies, God lies "beyond" and doesn’t materialize within the structures of the body. As their form is not a vessel for creation in the same way the female one is, the search for God is projected externally. This could explain the creation of temples, churches, religion as a whole, and adoration for religious / spiritual figures.

In general though, God is said to reside in the body through the Shukra Dhatu. Our bodies are composed of 7 layers, known as the 7 Dhatus in Ayurveda. Each Dhatu is developed or transformed out of the previous one so that the final Dhatu contains the essence of all the previous 6.

The final Dhatu is said to be the most significant out of the 7 as it can be felt throughout our bodies and minds and contains the “essence” (Jing in Chinese medicine) of one’s entire being. The 7th Dhatu is the Shukra Dhatu. The Shukra Dhatu is the reproductive tissue and the embodiment of creation, or God. In female bodies, Shukra manifests as the ova and menstrual blood. In male bodies, Shukra manifests as semen. Semen is thus the most precious bodily fluid in the male body and the foundation of their entire physical and spiritual being. The ancient Chinese also believed that semen contained the ‘essence’ of the male body and was thus revered as a sacred life-source (quite literally). For this reason, sex had the power to drain the body of its vitality. The male body in particular is considered the "victim" (or giver) of this exchange while the female one the "predator" (the taker).

Jing (meaning essence or vitality) is found in semen but not stored directly in it. Jing is actually stored in the Kidneys, which are responsible for sexual maturity, reproduction, and the growth of the body. Excessive loss of Jing impacts physical, psychical, and spiritual maturation. The Kidneys are also responsible for the “Fire of the gate of Life” (Ming Men). In this sense, one’s essence is inextricably linked to one’s internal fire, life-force, and vitality as all fall under the domain of one organ.

“Since ancient times in China excessive sexual activity has been considered a cause of disease because it tends to deplete the Kidney-Essence…Excessive sexual activity is more often a cause of disease in men than in women.” – Giovanni Maciocia in “The Foundations of Chinese Medicine.”

Kidney health is specifically important to spiritual life as they are the "root of life" and the foundation of Yin and Yang in the entire body. Also, the Essence literally fills the spinal cord and brain and provides the nervous system with enough strength to sustain transcendental experiences during or outside of meditation.

“Ejaculation is a more direct loss of Kidney-Essence than orgasm is for women as obviously there is no loss of menstrual blood or ova during orgasm in women.”

To preserve one's Shukra (and so Jing) means to detach from the pleasures of the body and the earth, which the female body is an embodiment of. This detachment is rigidly practiced by practitioners of brahmacārya, yogis, and priests, who are almost always male and known for being celibate.

Richey Edwards & Nicky Wire portrait by Kevin Cummins, 1991

“This practice is primarily recommended for men, because a woman’s body will experience a monthly downward flow of energy connected to her menstrual cycle. This cycle must be highly honoured. For a woman, the practices of a naisthika brahmacārya would contradict her body’s natural flow of energy.” -Dr. Shankaranarayana Jois in “The Sacred Tradition of Yoga.”

In the female body, Shukra is released monthly as a purification ritual. Unlike male bodies which blossom when they conserve their Shukra Dhatu, female ones naturally give up their Shukra as it craves its release. For this reason, spiritual practices are said to be different for men and for women, or for male bodies and female ones.

For men, mastery and immense control over the body are encouraged if they wish to transcend it. Control over the senses is important because the Shukra Dhatu has the power to anchor men to the physical world through the desire it generates in the body. Male bodies that are easily ‘seduced’ into offering their Shukra Dhatu lack inner stability. Male promiscuity is actually not ‘masculine’ and reveals a lack of discipline, control, spiritual maturity, and of Yang. We see this more commonly or stereotypically unfold with promiscuous and heterosexual cis men who are unconsciously under the control of the people they are so attracted to. However, they often believe the opposite is true. They lack sexual discipline and indiscriminately give their “essence” to the people they have sex with.

The female body is naturally receptive to this and can benefit significantly from this exchange.

“Prostaglandins are found in the semen of a wide range of animals from insects to mammals, suggesting that for a wide range of females, having lots of sex with multiple partners is actually good for them. It could explain why the females of those promiscuous species have an increased lifetime fecundity compared to those that don’t.” –Lucy Cooke in ‘Bitch: A Revolutionary Guide to Sex, Evolution and the Female Animal.’

These physical benefits extend to the psychical and energetic bodies so that the receiver becomes energized, revitalized, and stronger as they have consumed the male's vitality and life-force. Partners inevitably reap the physical, psychical, and spiritual blessings or curses of the other during sex and vice versa. Celibacy is encouraged (at times for a non-renunciate) to either avoid welcoming another’s unhealthy Shukra or rotten essence into the body or to persevere one's own and nourish it.

With queer men, the energetic and physical exchange is different and perhaps more balanced in the sense that both parties ‘lose’ and give up their Shukra Dhatu to receive each other’s. With queer women, the energetic and physical exchange is inevitably different as well. Sapphic women don’t take in each other’s or a male’s Shukra Dhatu. They are purified through monthly bleeding (both of their own and their partner). They are considered ‘energetic virgins’ and deeply sacred. For instance, in ancient Incan civilizations, the king's future wife was selected from a group of women who lived in a sacred temple. These girls/women had only come in contact with other women (sexually too) and so were fit to be with the king because of their purity, meaning they had never consumed another person's Jing.

For male bodies, the careless wastage of the Shukra Dhatu leads to more weakness in soul, body, and psyche. On a physical level, this manifests as the loss of critical bioactive compounds found in sperm.

“Each ejaculate contains millions of sperm along with a cocktail of critical bioactive compounds, the inevitable expense of which racks up the overall biological bill such that in mammals, for sure, we now know that the combined energetics of a single ejaculate is in fact greater than that of an egg. As such, semen production is generally limited and ‘sperm depletion’ a genuine concern, with most males needing time to replenish their stocks after a big spend. In humans, for example, complete recovery can take as long as 156 days.” –Lucy Cooke in ‘Bitch: A Revolutionary Guide to Sex, Evolution and the Female Animal.’

Richey Edwards & Nicky Wire portrait by Kevin Cummins, 1991

On a psychical level, the wastage of Shukra manifests as a loss of confidence, impotence, an inferiority complex, and a higher receptivity to others. That is, the wastage of the Shukra Dhatu creates weakness in the Anamaya Kosha (physical body), the Pranamaya Kosha (energetic body), and Manomayakosha (the mental and emotional body). The Koshas are the subtle bodies and the Shukra Dhatu provides core strength to the first Kosha, the Anamaya Kosha, which is the base for the rest of them. Chinese medicine explains this in terms of the water element in the body (manifested as Kidneys) which provides the foundation for the other elements (and organs).

Male bodies that honour, preserve, and nurture their Shukra Dhatu are said to glow and radiate immense light as they have preserved their “essence” and know when to offer it and to whom. Shukra actually means clearness, light, and purity in Sanskrit, while the right Chinese character for Jing (靖) means clear or refined.

Venus, who is the celestial embodiment of Shukra, is exalted in Pisces. Within the realm of Pisces, Venus is exalted in Revati nakshatra whose deity is Pūsan which means to nourish and increase. In this way, to be beautiful means to be deeply nourished. One who nourishes their Shukra is extremely attractive to others as they unconsciously crave to absorb this light or fire and be nourished too.

Aside from beauty, nourishment can also lead to transcendence as mentioned earlier. The body and the mind, both of which highly influence each other, need to be pure and clear in order for their inhabitants to leave them. Pisces, the 12th house, and Revati are the final “states” of their respective systems and will always come to represent transcendence, the end of the material experience, death of the body, illumination, the ultimate escape, etc. Perhaps less intuitively, the 12th house also represents the cycles of Saṃsāra and the transportation of the spirit into a different body, a different mind, a different 1st house, and into yet another incarnation. Thus, Venus (sensorial pleasure) can tie men to the material world as well as free them from it. This is just as true for the Shukra Dhatu. Just as Shukra gives us life on a literal and spiritual sense, its destruction can also lead to death and further “entrapment”.

“He believes in a beauty he's Venus as a boy he believes in a beauty and gentle.” –Björk

#Vedic astrology #shukra #shukra dhatu #ayurveda #tropical astrology #astrology thoughts #astrology observations #venus #masculinity #divine masculinity

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