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hungrytravellers · 10 months
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Myths And Legends At Tintagel 
There is more than just a sense of history as we approach the remains of the castle: Tintagel is the home of legends and mysteries, of royalty, magic and intrigue. Its setting is utterly dramatic on the colossal Atlantic coastline where rocky cliffs tower above the relentless ocean, the ruins split in half where erosion has broken through the rocks to turn a former headland into an…
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suetravelblog · 2 months
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Stare Miasto Kraków Poland
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whovian223 · 11 months
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Friday Night Shots - Big Boxes, Are They Worth It?
Friday Night Shots - Big Boxes, Are They Worth It?
It’s Friday, so you know what time it is, right? The whiskey along with me looking at Boardgame Geek is making me think about Big Boxes and Collectors boxes and games, which makes for a perfect Friday Night Shots post. Are they worth it? First, I have to say that I’m excluding Garphill Games from this discussion because all of their Collectors Boxes are well worth investing in (even if the…
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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As a castlevania lover
Can u do alucard, Trevor, Dracula,Issac, hector what they will do if their life partners go on a holiday for a month and they have to be alone for the mean time
Oh the yearning and the pining! I love it
Trevor
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Automatically feels your absence the second you’re gone. What, no comeback? No snarky remark? Trevor stop pouting or you’ll get worry lines. He’s not his usual self and Sypha, Alucard and Greta notice it. Maybe he’ll scoff at the realization that the feared monster hunter he is now is reduced to a pining man. The day you return is when you are tackled by such a burly man
Alucard
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Can’t even make it past day one. As soon as you’re gone, he’s misty-eyed and that first night without you is torture. Even after some time, the separation anxiety still amps up Alucard’s nerves. Maybe drawing you may soothe his sore heart or writing a letter to spill his thoughts. As soon as you return, good luck trying to leave his iron right grip.
Dracula
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He’s moody, just a hovering tower of agitated nerves. Traveling has been good to you both, but on your solid trips, King of Vampires and Lord of Shadows can’t help but feel extra worried about you. Are you safe? Should he scry for you? The castle feels so cold and empty now without you and it’s telling to Dracula. Upon your return, Dracula hopes you never have to go far again.
Isaac
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He does miss you immensely and the Night Creatures pick up on it with his ever-changing moods. Sometimes Isaac will let your mind wander to where you are, what you’re doing. Or maybe on some of the tougher days, that sharper firm tone of voice comes out more often. Luckily, as soon as you come back home, Isaac feels the weight that unknowingly gripped his heart fade away.
Hector
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Sometimes he waits by the window(s), hopelessly wandering when you’re coming back. Thinking the longer he stares outside, the quicker you’ll return back home to him. Even the little pet Night Creatures have sad whimpers when they look for you. “See them yet, little Ceasar? I know..I miss them too.” But when you come back home, it’s the happiest day of Hector’s life.
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the-kingshound · 4 months
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Oh the drama will be delicious! The parents just hope they aren't sending mc to the slaughter house like some sacrifice lamb. And everyone else who is still suspicious of their house name is just going to be so hostile. And mc is just there in the castle like I will bolt from here the second someone finds out I'm a mage. We are truly in deep shit.
Yes, this also changes the view of the parents, doesn't it? Some of my betas found them even more relatable, and were a bit more willing to forgive them the harshness of MC's upbringing in the possibility of MC being hunted down. Others found the parents even more unforgivable, since they still made a plan to marry their children off in order to gain allies and organize a rebellion - which ultimately cost them their youngest child, sent to the slaughter.
Also, this is even more excruciating on Adrei.
She wasn't strong enough to win. And her younger sibling paid the price of her weakness. It's her fault that they are now offered to the enemy king. And she won't be able to protect them anymore.
Also, yes. This amps up the angst potential :)
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crepesuzette2023 · 6 months
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“To the best of our ability Paul!”: The Paperback Writer session [and fashion show]
By Johnny Dean. From: The Beatles Book Monthly, Issue 35. June 1966.
As we walked down the corridor towards E.M.I.’s No. 2 studio (where else would one go when sitting-in on a Beatles recording session), the commissionaire pointed out to us that the boys were in No. 3 instead. So we made our way back to the front of the building and as we approached the studio door, the red light went on—which meant that they were recording. So we waited for them to finish. Three minutes later we walked in.
On entering the studio, we found John and Paul surrounded by a mass of equipment—most significant of all, were their new massive amplifiers. Paul was clad in his distinctive casual recording gear of black trousers, black moccasin-type shoes, white shirt with fawn stripes, a black sleeveless pullover and to top it all orange—tinted specs. John sported green velvet trousers, a blue buttoned up wool vest and black suede boots.
The basic track of "Paperback Writer" had been recorded the previous day, and now John and Paul were working out a detailed backing. Paul was perched on a stool thumbing away at a red and white Rickenbacker guitar, (moving with the music as he does on stage) whilst the Iyrics boomed through the studio speakers—so we were very honoured at being the first to hear their new single besides George Martin and of course, the Beatles.
We then spotted Ringo's head behind the screen in the far corner—he was playing chess with Neil. So we walked over. "Who's winning?", I asked. "Neil's the expert”, Ringo replied, and went back to the chess board to concentrate on how to get his king out of danger from an attack by Neil's bishop and castle.
The music stopped. George Martin came into the studio from the control room to have a tete-a-tete with Paul as to what they could do to improve the backing.
"What are you trying to do with this one?", I asked Paul. "Have you heard the lyrics?", came the reply. "Yes, I think it's very unusual”. "The trouble is", said Paul,"That we've done everything we can with four people, so it's always a problem to ring the changes and make it sound different. That's why we have got all these guitars and equipment here." That must have been the understatement of the year, because the studio was littered with pianos, grand pianos, amplifiers, guitars, percussion instruments, and other odd bits and pieces which were strewn over the studio floor.
The studio was sectioned-off with brown canvas screens and what seemed like thousands of black cables running from the amps and other electrical equipment to the control room over the heavily marked wooden floor. To stop the echo, E.M.I. have covered some of the floor with old carpets.
The big heavy sound-proof door which stops any of the noise of the outside world seeping into the studio, burst open, and in strolled George looking very elegant in his Mongolian lamb fur coat with black cap and oblong metal specs.
He was obviously on top of the world and bubbling over with enthusiasm, ready to record a dozen numbers. He threw his coat along side Paul's fur jacket and got down to work out the backing with John and Paul.
John, George and George Martin huddled round Paul, who was seated at the piano trying to work out a bass bit, before asking George Martin to play it. John leaned on the piano while he listened to Paul's ideas for a while. Then he picked up his orange Gretsch guitar and proceeded to pick away at it. At the same time Paul transferred to a Vox organ.
Although John and Paul were both working on the song together, it was originally Paul's idea. He asked the engineer to play it back at half speed so that John and George could do some vocal bits.
They were now all set to go. George Martin gave the O.K. The recording light went on and the basic sound track was played back through the "cans" they each had clamped over their heads. They did several takes. John and George hit some very high notes, but their voices kept cracking. "I don't think I can make it" said George, "unless I have a cup of tea. Where’s Mal?”
Right on cue at the end of the fourth take Mal emerged into the studio laden with tea, biscuits and something very special—toast and strawberry jam. Everything was immediately dropped and a sudden swoop was made on the toast and jam. Ringo, who was still in the corner trying to work out his next move, only got one piece of toast, so Mal offered to make another batch as it had proved so popular.
Meanwhile Beatles Book photographer Leslie Bryce was clicking away.
After the toast and jam had been devoured it was back to work. Paul suddenly got an inspiration he dived across to the piano and started playing bits of "Free Jacques" he was highly delighted at the thought of having it in the new single.
"O.K. let's try it", said George Martin. So John and George gathered round the mike and off they went. But it was a false start. Paul's head appeared over the top of the piano and he queried "Did you come in at the right place?". "We can't hear it properly" , said John, "anyway I thought that was the end of it.” George promptly told him it was the beginning!
After they had finished taping these bits, the tracks were played back into the studio while everyone listened in silence. George Martin was the first to speak-"I think that the best thing we've added are the 'Frere Jacques’ bits. Ringo who had finally beaten Neil at a game of chess by check-mating him in several brilliant moves involving a queen, a bishop and a castle, said that he thought John and Paul sounded as though they were singing through water! Highly uncomplimentary, so Paul then made for the organ once again and started to work out a sound which resembled that of Scottish bag pipes.
John then came swooping across the studio and shouted out—“You've got it. You've got it". Paul then started dum-dee-dumming away at everyone else—it was just like a scene from "My Fair Lady”!
George Martin appeared over John's shoulder and said "I see what you mean”. Paul announced that someone else should play it—meaning George Martin. John and George then went back to their mikes and added the vocals over the top.
After the first track Paul looked over the top of the piano and asked John and George if they were singing it right.
George turned round, lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose and looked down at Paul in a typical school-masterish fashion and said "To the best of our ability Paul!" And so the boys went on getting the sound that you will hear on "Paperback Writer”.
It was a long session. It took something like ten hours to record because the Beatles insisted on sticking at it until they were completely satisfied that they can do no more.
When you listen to "Paperback Writer" bear in mind what went on beforehand to achieve this really great sound, and I'm sure you'll appreciate it all the more.
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"The very first shot of Paul we took when we arrived in the studio." (Photo by Leslie Bryce)
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"Paul's hit on something. Waving his 'ciggie' he dee-dums his way through the bit he's just thought up while George sings with him." (Photo by Leslie Bryce)
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Ringo's chess pieces and John's green velvet trousers. (Photos by Leslie Bryce)
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caitlynmeow · 2 months
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Daniela would 100% be the aunt who reenacts the opening of the Lion King and other silly scenes with her baby nieces giving everyone a heart-attack exept her and the babies who are having the time of their life.
this 100%
and Daniela is there to add to the noise. The babies will be squealing in delight, and Daniela is there to amp that to the next level because where is the fun in being quiet?
whenever the nieces are over (they're at the castle almost every day) there is just-- all sorts of loud laughter and joyful screaming led by Daniela who KNOWS how to rile the kids up!
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best-fictional-cat · 1 year
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When I said they were coming soon I meant soon!
Again, some useful links:
This very useful table which I saw was being updated as the competition progressed and now has detailed results of both round 1 and 2!
The general cat masterpost
Round 1 winners
Poll masterpost for round 2
Round 2 winners
And now...
Round 3 match-ups!
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(they will be updated with poll links when there are polls)
Group 1
Miyuki (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro)
Amp / Anp / Anpu (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K) vs Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)
Chi Yamada (Chi's sweet home) vs Tabby Slime (Slime Rancher)
Cinderpelt (Warrior cats) vs Scourge (Warrior cats)
Group 2
Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods) vs Shoe + Wagahai (Ace Attorney)
Niko (Oneshot) vs Squirrelflight (Warrior cats)
Hong + On (Trash of the Count's Family) vs Jaspers (Homestuck)
Thomas Kincade Brannigan (Doctor Who) vs Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)
Group 3
Greebo (Discworld) vs Simba (The Lion King)
Findus (Pettson and Findus) vs Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)
Felix the cat (Paramount) vs Ghost (The Owl House)
Rosie (Animal Crossing) vs Hiili (Fox Fires)
Group 4
Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes) vs Jonesy (Alien)
Vodka Mutini / Dr.Meowgon Spangler (Homestuck) vs Puppycat (Bee and Puppycat)
Lion (Steven Universe) vs Spot (Star Trek: The Next Generation)
Midnight (Castle in the Air, Diana Wynne Jones) vs Sakamoto (Nichijou)
Group 5
Fluffal Cat (Yu-Gi-Oh!) vs Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)
Nyanky (Taiko no Tatsujin) vs Amanojaku (Ghost Stories)
Khoshekh (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Catra (She-Ra)
Juan The Small Magical Latino Cat (Monster Prom) vs Bungle the glass cat (Oz)
Group 6
Finley / Jelly Donut (Hustle Cat) vs Nameless evil white cat (James Bond)
Thomas O'Malley + Aristocats (Aristocats) vs Jellie (Double Life SMP)
Tigress (Kung Fu Panda) vs Haru (My Roommate is a Cat)
Pusheen (Pusheen) vs Kuroneko-sama (Trigun)
Group 7
Skitty (Pokémon) vs Bob (Animal Crossing)
Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone) vs Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service)
The Black Cat (The Black Cat, E.A.Poe) vs Tom (Tom and Jerry)
Lil' Judd (Splatoon) vs Bagheera (The Jungle Book)
Group 8
Plagg (Miraculous) vs Meowth (Pokémon)
Leafpool (Warrior cats) vs Maurice (Discworld)
Xiaohei (The Legend of Hei) vs Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots)
Schrödinger's cat (you know the one) vs Pasty (Neko Atsume)
The polls will be out as soon as they're ready, I'll update you on the exact time when I have it!
Edit: Saturday, March 25th, 6pm GMT
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sapphira-mydnyte · 8 months
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Guitar God of Fire
WARNING: A might bit hot under the cut...hehe! ♥
Sebastian Sallow, beloved by many & the favorite duelist of Hogwarts had changed after what he did to his uncle. He had stolen a time turner when nobody was looking & found himself thrown into another place in time. Far ahead of where he came from, he fell in love with heavy rocking guitars of the 1980s & the leather clad bad boys of the time. The sounds of Motley Crue, Guns N' Roses, Def Leppard, Poison, Ratt, Cinderella, Van Halen, AC/DC & even Aerosmith filled him with a lust he never knew he had, a lust for the rebellious sound of an electric guitar & a band of his own.
He snuck back into Hogwarts & managed to find the room of requirement after getting his hands on a gorgeous red guitar & some of the Marshall amps that he'd need for the muggle world. He practiced his ass off day in & day out, pouring all of his rage & hatred into it. The sounds he pulled from it were haunting, hard & blazing, so much so that his darker magic started to affect how the guitar looked & how his clothes looked.
The more he played in concert, the more powerful the guitar became, as if it were tuned to his wand. In time, the gorgeous six-string Gibson became infused with his magic, namely his love of the fire spells. His solos began to burn like the pyro, but the guitar suddenly caught fire one day during a sold-out show, yet the flames didn't hurt him nor any of his bandmates. "What in the bloody hell?" The flames burned, but didn't damage anything or anyone, which stunned him. He dived back into the solo after a few seconds, playing harder & faster than anybody expected, causing the entire room to eventually catch fire. The flames danced around him, his bandmates & the countless groupies that were in the stadium, eventually lighting up the fireworks that were the finale of the show.
His outfit had changed into a bloody red & black leather ensemble to match the bloodshed that he had caused, his affinity for the dark arts & the emotional storm that burned within him. All of the emotions he had been feeling finally had an out with the guitar in his hands & upon the head...its name was burned into it... "Confringo". His favorite spell, the blasting curse, was the name of the guitar he possessed & his outfit matched it perfectly. The spell was a curse, a dark blazing one & it was his favorite spell to cast, but with the guitar & his outfit now embodying the curse itself, he was given two names by those who saw him play from that day forward.
Sebastian Sallow was either known as "The King of Curses" for knowing all of the curses & being able to cast them, or "The God of Fire on Guitar" for the fact that his magic flowed through the instrument & always took the form of fire. By the end of the night, when he got back to the castle, he felt better, having gotten off on the release of his pent-up emotions through the guitar playing he did. "Fuck! How is that playing an instrument is better than sex itself? HOW?" That answer eluded him, because no matter how many lucky ladies he had good sex with, not even they compared to the guitar when he played it. He had countless groupies & many of them agreed to be loyal to him, no matter what & they got along fine. The guitar somehow was better than them when it came to being sated, but he didn't care, because between getting laid nightly & getting to play beforehand, he was happy, the happiest he'd ever been in years.
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charlenasaxen · 1 month
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Favorite Quotes - Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo
“The image of Eddie’s corpse, emptied out and dolled up, remained stuck”
“in the gold afternoon light, the black chrome and black detailing and cherry-red rims struck him”
“banging his head and his pride on the roof of the car”
“chances he took without his usual second-in-command on site”
“a guitar and a battered amp in the closet that used to be Andrew’s and were once again”
“Andrew had sprawled over his center console to reach out his passenger window and flip off a smirking Eddie, who had his shades pushed up”
“No part of Andrew could conceive of the room as a goodbye offering. It was too much a welcome”
“Five months of separation that had stretched into eight over the summer, and now would never end”
“Every moment of his life that followed would take him further from Eddie, no matter his efforts”
“It’s your house, stand all afternoon if you want to. I was being polite.”
“The alerts went on and on with the phone balanced on Riley’s palm like a snake that might bite”
“Thirty-seven unread messages, eight missed calls. Six voicemails. Also, a software update”
“Who am I supposed to be calling?”
“I’m assuming whoever left you all those messages,”
“In the better version of their lives that he didn’t get to have, Eddie would’ve been getting the other boot, or throwing up over the porch railing. He missed him with fierce pain.”
“With no attempt to delay for propriety’s sake, West responded immediately”
“his unknowing response: keep it together I’ll be there soon”
“streaked with pale washout dye that had already disappeared by his funeral a month later”
“Eddie’s next text just said cmere, followed by Andrew’s response, would if I could asshole”
“Home was where Eddie was; home was nowhere, now”
“even if Andrew swallowed the suggestion that he’d been abandoned, Eddie wouldn’t disrespect him so completely”
“a handful of unremarkable young men who could all use each other’s IDs in a pinch”
“it shattered with a burst of flame and glass. The crowd roared.”
“but apparently he’d left that shit up to interpretation”
“It reminded him of his own habitual match with Eddie, first and last no matter what happened between—until now.”
“terror and delight and the promise of risk bringing him to life.
Smashing forward into motion was as natural as breathing”
“his blood leapt desperately toward another person, the only other person who carried it, too far away—Eddie’s final coherent thought was, help me.”
“Eddie hadn’t wanted to die—Eddie tried to save himself. If Andrew had come home sooner—if he’d been there”
“it seems like it fucking killed him, so tell me again how I owe you something?”
“to approximately dick-level. He had to admire the lack of dissembling”
“When he was around he was king of the castle, and it made me forget to ask where the fuck he was the rest of the time”
“Andrew, in his briefs and socks, eating applesauce directly from the container in front of the fridge, had the option to either stand his ground or flee”
“He wanted to believe that, if their positions were reversed, Eddie would have already drowned the necessary parties in the ocean”
“I asked to see where, after they brought him back and called his parents”
“letters he presumed Halse had left, the only other man to visit Eddie’s resting place”
“someone else was there. Another set of hands arranging the stiff corpse.”
“Violence hadn’t found Eddie here in the forest, not at this resting place, quiet and green”
“The soil had so little spilled blood to give as offering to Andrew when he came for his inheritance”
“The desperation of Eddie reaching out to him at the end”
“tracing the initials one more time. Days after he had died, Sam had stood here and carved a spot to remember Eddie by.”
“He didn’t have the sense god gave a dog”
“you meet them, you like them, you get to spending time with them”
“Ed did that with us before you even showed up, so we have to help you out for his sake.”
“all big eyes and flopping around like a sexy rag doll,” Riley noted.
The tips of Andrew’s ears went hot”
“that Eddie still wanted him in his final moment”
“Edward’s ring,” she said. “I found it, after”
“not addressing the fact that he’d been with Sam in the first place.”
“I remember his excitement about some recent discovery he’d made, but I never had a chance to find out what.”
“heart pounding in his chest. The phantom image of Eddie kissing him in his sleep.”
“No one else had been there with him in the cavern for hours spread across days, freezing, terrified of encroaching death”
“a seventy-five percent tip on West’s dime.”
“He had gotten used to their curse and what it could do in the years since, and that had made him complacent”
with an electric blue sticky note on top that said “eat these Andrew.”
“took his phone from between his teeth.”
“He owned the land across that invisible line. He wondered if he’d recognize the moment he stepped across the divide.”
“Blood for blood, offered to the earth—wasn’t that a familiar story”
“families and land and sacrifice. And the things that had happened in the cavern—”
“The land’s hungry, and it gets its due, one way or another.”
“Except the tale belonged to him, the scion of a cursed house”
“He’d found some other record of the curse to hunt down in his final days.”
“In case you missed it, the last person doing the research you just asked him to do is dead.”
“I broke my ankle, he concussed himself. We couldn’t climb out. I broke all my fingernails trying to get up.”
“he was the sole living person who knew the tale. After he told it, he wouldn’t be alone.”
“No light at all…crawling through the pooled, brackish water, pawing at slick stones”
“When the blood touched Eddie’s hair his neck turned, an unnatural jerk”
“Troth knew her husband wasn’t going to see through another winter, and he felt a kinship with her over that—Eddie wouldn’t be seeing snow either”
“to avoid eavesdropping on their goodbyes”
“Not real surprised she’s excited about a weird death curse; that library felt like it’d seen a few of its own”
“Faded photos of two tanned boys, summer sons, gazed into the family camera”
“Shock and rage exploded across Andrew’s body in a blistering wash, propelling him forward.”
“Literally anyone who talked to Eddie in that last week.”
“A different hunger, one that would remain unsated. He was about to turn twenty-three, and Eddie wasn’t going to see it happen.”
“Andrew lifted his tattoo to his mouth for a good-luck kiss”
“he and Eddie had gotten kicked out of four bars in succession and ended up unconscious in a stranger’s yard”
“growing past the static moment in time the revenant would always be trapped inside.”
“the force that drove dogs to waste to death on their masters’ graves”
“as an apology to the friend he’d loved or a reminder of his responsibility to him”
“Go to class, hold down the fort, and don’t draw her attention”
“The golden, sun-scattered kitchen was homey. Nothing cast a real shadow.”
“to keep from charging straight up the staircase to drag a dying man out of his bed”
“I’m surprised to see you’re not still wearing his ring, Andrew.”
“Still?” he asked with a swoop in his stomach
“He’d come full circle, back to the kid trapped in a cavern with a broken ankle, waiting to die”
“drag Sam along with him, unwilling but dedicated, repeating the cycle of his inheritance”
“With him settled, she pecked a kiss on her husband’s forehead”
“there are few limits on what I’d do to save him.”
“Sorry,” Mark contributed with an unnecessarily chipper tone
“I saw you two in the newspaper, and I wondered”
“Recognition rocked him at the sight. That edge had bit through Eddie’s flesh first.”
“You thought you were hunting me, but you were being herded along.”
“Do you understand?”
“Fuck you,” he said.
“I expected as much,”
“Rope creaked. Andrew’s blood pooled”
“He had become a passenger in his flesh, one half of a whole, as he’d thought of himself for so long.”
“Their inheritance was strong—not Andrew’s thought, though it occupied his head”
“She drove her thumbs into the meat of his arms; he shrieked again. One of the horses whinnied in empathetic distress.”
“the rush of death beat through the room like a hundred pairs of wings. Mark had gone limp.”
“Driven by the recollection of Eddie’s pain”
“the welcome reminder of his belonging. Their alternate perspectives notched like puzzle pieces,”
“Eddie, bound to this chair, flinging their gift to Andrew in hopes that he’d catch”
“Your eye,” he whispered.
“It hurts,” Sam said, voice so small
“And Eddie, my god. Oh my god.”
“The haunt chittered sympathetic nothingness at him and took clumsy control to maneuver him to the car”
“As boys they’d been happy here, together, and he felt scraps of the lifelong yearning Eddie had dragged to his grave.”
“To be fair, Eddie’s dismembered voice coming out of Andrew’s body wasn’t Andrew’s favorite thing, either.”
“Fire wouldn’t cleanse the history from that earth, but maybe it could put the bones to rest.”
despite its unwillingness to abandon him.
“This is yours,” he whispered.
Come on. I love you, but this is no life. His acquired memories slithered free with a mournful pang.
“Goodbye,” he said.
“to preserve the memory of Eddie as he’d really been, rather than what he’d become”
“Eddie had left him this, also: a future to see through.”
“Tonight they were celebrating. The review committee had accepted Riley’s thesis proposal, revised to adapt Eddie’s unfinished work”
“Possibilities swirled in the smell of gasoline and the crisp October night”
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kingscyrus · 8 months
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♛with @lunaferrous
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The day felt off, a tingling in his soul as if a warning bell was going off. He couldn't put his finger on the sensation, yet it seemed familiar to previous situations he found himself in... could be compared to déjà vu. When was the last time an attempt on his life was acted out? Perhaps a few years ago or so, and this itself felt the same. He'd never understand those who harbor so much evil they wish to crush a blooming flower whose purpose is to bring beauty & vibrance, only to wither at the hands of evil. Cyrus strolled with worry in the back of his head, body tense and alert for any unexpected occurrence. At first, he summed that perhaps it was stress that was starting to wear and tear on his body, so taking a step out of the castle was a possible solution to this dreaded emotion. Yet, upon ambling through the royal garden, it only seemed to grow heavier. Colorful hues glanced around his surroundings, trying to spot odd behavior, people, or out-of-place objects, yet nothing screamed to him to investigate, all until a sudden sparkle caught his attention. Gleaming momentarily from the tower above, now that was out of place. An armored forearm raises in front of his face, hitting the sun perfectly to cause a reflection, hoping to disrupt whatever was staring him down from the high tower. Cyrus was always one to listen to his instincts, for his instincts are what has saved him countless times beforehand. Seeing the tight predicament he found himself in, the best course of action would be to find cover. The King amped up his pace, keeping mindful of retaining his forearm up and angled to ensure the shot or spell -- whatever it may be didn't get a perfect target on him, but not only that, he started to abruptly change his pace by stopping, resuming, moving side to side, anything to try and throw off the assailant. This movement was swift and clean, almost like he was dancing with death. One false move and it's over, or it would put him at a considerable disadvantage. If anyone had the balls to assassinate him, he was sure not to underestimate them; they had to be strong, and he was going to apprehend this figure that lingered in the shadows, one way or another. As he continued to strafe, he was getting closer to the entryway of the castle, which led out into the garden. A robust voice announced his concerns toward a few guards who hastily gathered and routed their destination toward the tower. Even if this gleam or darkened aura that shrouded the tower came to be nothing, it was in his best interest not to take any chances.
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slashcrz · 7 months
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☼☾ ( jonah hauer-king , 27 , he/him , cis male , schellenburg 5 ) - have you seen REUBEN ' RUBY ' SCHELLENBURG?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re COOPERATIVE but also OBSESSIVE. when you think of them , you think of AN INHERITANCE LOST, SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS, SAD SMILES FOR A LOST TIME.
nicknames; ruby. not ben, never ben. sometimes rubes.
birth date; july 27th, a leo.
orientation; heterosexual.
relationship; betrothed to joanna stuart, and shockingly... enjoying it?
politics; really doesn't want to care all that much, but is trying to quickly learn more to keep his place at the grown up table. tends to lead more liberal, or whatever liberal was in 1800.
religion; agnostic, raised catholic, loosely.
languages; german, french, english, in this order - lesser known of a handful of other languages.
headcanons && backstory.
TW; drinking/alcoholism
once upon a time, reuben toddled after his eldest sibling with admiration in his eyes. he loved their taste for the expensive things, and quite contributes his own such taste in like to their influence. always, even as a child, reuben took very little seriously. their parents, older, he was a surprise baby - riding the coattails of his elder siblings, and perfectly fine with that. no one paid him much heed, and the governess, by now, was tired from raising them, and children of her own.
reuben was, essentially, the prince of his own castle long before he truly became a prince.
there was talk, early on, of marrying reuben off rather fast. it was easily dissolved, by his own hand, like much of the way of his life went. he had no problem bending will to his whim, and got quite good at it rather quickly. maybe this is a trait he learned from his eldest sibling, who always had the best parties, the best friends...
basically, reuben always went where the fun was, where the party was. it was easy to do so, in his family. much of his early 20s are a blur, a mess of his own debauchery. it wasn't until a sobering talk with his family got him to realize that somehow, in the midst of the madness, the money was spent. every drop, every penny, and they were teetering on the edge of ruin.
just like that - ruby turned on the eldest of the family, and took a very active role in the overthrow. but the loyalty was never really for the new leadership in place. in fact, reuben found himself rebelling more than ever, especially when money did not indeed come flooding back in.
he took to forgery scams, taking advantage of clueless nobles, and building a secret wealth of his own. he trusts his siblings none, and keeps his affairs private, while still leeching every drop he can from the family finances, as they begin budding. part of him truly regrets not siding by the obvious preferred sibling in the family - the overthrown eldest.
in versailles, things have changed a bit. becoming a prince as their family departed from the HRE was a shock to him, and forced him to a place of elevated attention, and responsibility, for the first time ever. he has slowed some in his forgery scams, but has amped up the misbehavior in other ways. currently he is worming his way into austria with a long-con, while also having an affair with a very taken scottish princess.
the partying, drinking, blackouts... those have mostly ended, though there are times he does get rather drunk. reuben doesn't see really any problem, and has began to naturally cut back, as his attention diverts elsewhere.
as his affair with joanna is outed to versailles, her father reacts in anger && quickly betrothed the pair, only hours after he broke up with her in an attempt to run from his mess.
he is now struggling in a place between families, unsure where to place his trusts, and mostly views joanna as his only family for the time being. all of his scams have halted except his cash influx from austria.
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itravelforthestars · 1 year
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Tapestry that belonged to King Henry VIII of England
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jacaranda-toh · 2 years
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Haven’t watched “Them's the breaks, Kid” yet but imma do that a bit later.
Predictions:
Okay so from the synopsis and promos, we know Eda is going to tell someone about how she meets Raine.
The common trend in the owl house episode format is two storylinea being loosely connected. Like same setting, kinda influenced by the same things and etc.
One story line is obviously going to be Eda telling probably King and Luz the story. Lilith might be there to add another perspective and amp up that sibling dynamic over arguing over how certain memories actually played out.
I think we’ll see a lot of the coven heads and parents as kids, hopefully more about their dynamics. I’d also like to see the early influence of emperor Belos- just a smidge of propaganda.
This leaves the other storyline and judging by the next episode’s (‘Hollow Mind’) synopsis and teasers- we know Luz and Hunter are in Belos’ mindscape. There’s also a scene of Eberwolf, Darius and Raine potentially casting a spell or breaking out.
This is what I think the subplot will be. Raine is extremely suspicious of their circumstances. They will probably interrogate the other coven heads to fill up the holes in their memories but then be rejected till someone slips up and mentions members of some resistance, i.e. the bards from ‘Eda’s Requiem’
Raine will try sneak into the dungeons, maybe get help from any of the coven heads that lean towards good, and find their bards who give her the missing pieces in her memories. They’ll probably try to break out the bards but Raine gets caught, probably by Terra.
Maybe while they were trying to escape they saw something they shouldn’t have like the portal, a weapon or something. This is why Raene and the bards will be punished.
Raine might get caught but maybe at least one of the bards escape to the owl house to tell them that Raine needs their help.
This then makes sense why in the next episode, Luz is in the castle. The Owl house members (Eda AnD Lilith) go on a rescue mission and probably Luz snuck in coz hero’s complex.
But ye those are my predictions. Maybe the episode will stick to just one storyline but I think thematically it’s stronger if two storylines focus on memory. One person fondly reminiscing memories while the other tries to fix the holes in their memories.
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peteramthor · 6 months
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At long last the Artesia graphic novels are available over on DrivethruComics in print via POD. Finally I can replace my long lost copies at some point without breaking the bank.
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