#The Burning of Prospero

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Burning of Prospero by Neil Roberts

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Space Wolves #Adeptus Astartes #Chaos #Chaos Space Marine #Traitor Space Marine #Heretic #Heresy #Thousand Sons #The Burning of Prospero #Neil Roberts #Sci-Fi #Games Workshop

[coconut530]

RELIGIOUS TRAUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#Nevermore #Nevermore Webtoon #Webtoon #ACTUALLY LIKE. ONE OF THE BEST EPISODES EVER #LIKE YES MONTY STILL IS A BAD PERSON FOR ALL THE THINGS HE’S DONE #BUT HE IS AN AMAZING VEHICLE TO TELL THIS STORY WITH LIKE GOD👏🏻DAMN👏🏻 #LIKE THE HANDS BURNING HIM AND LIKE PUTTING THEIR DIRT ON HIM TO MAKE THEMSELVES CLEAN WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #ALL THE ADJECTIVES #“SO WHAT IF I AM!?” GOD. WHAT THE FRICK #NEED YOU FOR WHAT MONTY!?! OH CRAP IS THAT HIS MOM #WHY ARE YOUR EYES COVERED AND YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE IN RED #I MEAN YEAH MONTY WHAT YOU DID IN LIFE DIDN’T SOUND VERY GOOD YOU MAY HAVE EARNED THIS #MAKING HIM PRAY LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT #ACK GOAT EYES AND OHHHHHHH JEEEEEEZZZ CREEPYYYYYYY #ALTHOUGH RED N FLYNN LIKE REALLY POPPING OFF TODAY #ACK GOAT CREATURE #THE CANDLES THE CIRCLE THE CREATURE THE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE LIKE FLAMES THE HANDS THE CREATURE SACRIFICING A PERSON LIKE WHAT THE TIDES HAVE CHANGED #AND MONTY’S LAUGH TAKING US OUT #OH HI ANNABEL AND OOP PROSPERO AND EULALIE AND BERENICE AND MORELLA HI WHAT’RE Y’ALL DOING HERE ODD COMBO OF PEOPLE #PROSPERO COVERING HIMSELF FROM THE AIR #“Goodness…” UH NO DUH LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON!? #DUKE HAS MADE ADA TAKE THIS TO THE EXTREME AND HE CAN’T TURN HER OFF AND HER EYE PARTICLES ARE ALL OVER THE LITTLE ALCOVE #WILL’S GETTING THE LIFE CHOKED OUT OF HIM BY MONTY STILL UNDER THE ADA INFLUENCE #LENORE TRYING TO STOP HIM (??) WITH PLUTO HOLDING HER BACK #WHAT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Good new: I'm back with a new phone.

Bad new: I Just realized i Lost all of my collection of books.

#im having an existential Crisis #the burning of Prospero 2.0

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Prince Prospero - The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

(one of my favorite scenes of any Vincent Price film)

#vincent price #the masque of the red death #edgar allan poe #story #prince prospero #take me to your dungeon prospero #do with me what you will #id be on my knees so quick #id get rug burn for this man #FUCK #hes so HOT #fuck fuck fuck #bicon #bisexual #god #mmmmmm #horror #old horror movies #vintage #movie #actor #handsome #gif #gif made by me #roger corman #love it when hes mean

[charmfamily]

(SEMI) CHARMED KIND OF LIFE: EPISODE 1, PART XXIII. “AT LEAST IT’S NOT STILL ON FIRE”

Well I take my glasses off when I see a beautiful thing. I see it better, see it better, see it better ... From the "Genuinely Gemma" Playlist: Seabirds ; Pizzagirl.

#TS4 Story #The Sims 4 #Simblr #Story Simblr #TS4 #Sims 4 Story #(Semi) Charmed Kind of Life #SCKoL #Rohan Elderberry #Minerva Charm #Prospero the Familiar #Gemma Charm #End of Episode 1 #It took me 10 pilot episodes and 23 parts of EP 1 to get through one night I hope you guys love a slow burn lol #Rohan looks so done with life in the first panel like God Gemma THIS AGAIN?! WHY DO WE ALWAYS HAVE TO WATCH THIS?! #Gemma: THIS FOREVER That Right There is the ideal guy <3 #Onto Storyboarding and setting up for Episode 2! #I'm thinking about posting goodies in between episodes like interiors and extras and playlists and such #also more cast members that will be making an appearance maybe???

[joncronshawauthor]

Jon's Author Diary - June 23, 2023

Welcome to the 300th episode of Jon’s Author Diary. This week has been a tremendous journey, with progress on my books, indulgence in some fantastic reads, and a few hours well-spent on Netflix. This week, I’ve been channeling my inner rogue while working on my book, Guild of Assassins, an exclusive Substack novel. It’s an intense exploration of the shadows where the silent killers dwell. Stay…

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#300th episode #Arnold Schwarzenegger documentary #author journey #Book 2 #book progress #book updates #Guild of Assassins #Horus Heresy #Jon&039;s Author Diary #Killing Eve #narrative development #Netflix #Prospero Burns #Ravenglass Legends #Substack novel #The First Heretic #writing insights

[blacknedsoul-blog]

The divorce of the White Raven was the chronicle of a foretold death

Now that the White Raven divorce officially begins tomorrow. I wanted to do a little review of why I've been looking forward to this moment for over 40 chapters and the delicious drama to come. 

The chapters of Annabel and Lenore talking in the greenhouse are wonderful for many reasons, but mainly because they lay the groundwork for what the conflicts in their relationship will be from now on, simply put: these two just aren't on the same page. 

Annabel wants to save them both, Lenore wants to save everyone.

Annabel calls Lenore "my favorite," "my darling," and "my petal"; Lenore understands "my companion animal" (and Annabel doesn't bother to clarify). 

Lenore says they are friends; Annabel clearly knows they were a couple.

Annabel tries to kiss her goodbye on the lips; Lenore kisses her hand. 

As the comic progresses -and especially with the last chapter released by the Freepass- the more fundamental root of this problem becomes more apparent: the White Raven don't really know each other, they think they do and, incidentally, insist on not listening to each other.

The Annabel Lenore Knows

The "disappointment rooms" are a Victorian myth (I say "myth" because there is no evidence that they were a widespread practice, although there are cases like Blanche Monnier's, they did not seem to be particularly common. But they exist in this comic, so they will be treated as real in this essay) were isolated rooms where a family member with a mental illness or physical deformity was kept isolated from the world, making him or her an outcast. 

We don't know the real reasons why Annabel wanted to get close to Lenore (this scene make it clear that it was of her own free will, something Lenore knows), but anyway, this was extremely strange at the time, the kind of thing that could severely damage someone's reputation if it became public.

In other words, for Lenore, Annabel not only pulled her out of the spiral of madness she was in, made her feel alive again, and treated her like a person (something that hadn't happened since Theo's death); she also put her reputation on the line to get closer to "the crazy woman in the attic". 

Add to that the fact that Annabel, like Lenore, is someone with an extremely protective personality, albeit in a much more subtle way: containing Lenore's outbursts by trying to distract her, complimenting her when she doubts herself, trying to give her a sense of purpose by asking her to write her a song, and automatically containing her own panic attack when she sees Lenore's horrified expression. 

To Lenore, Annabel is someone who would rather destroy something that makes her happy and be hated than let Lenore suffer for her absence.

This is a gigantic contrast to the Annabel readers know, yes, the basics are there: she is seen to genuinely care about Prospero, and gratuitous violence against someone who cannot defend himself infuriates her. But Lenore does not dimension how Annabel's methods of survival (shaped by her trauma of not being heard, reasons why she machines her way through people) make her a Machiavellian, manipulative and cold-blooded person. 

The last time Lenore saw Annabel in a situation where she could do nothing, she saw her give up. But readers know that this time, Annabel is willing to burn absolutely everything down to get them both out of it.

That is why the Duke affair takes her by surprise. Never mind that Annabel has said she's willing to destroy or trample anyone to get out of Nevermore. The Annabel Lenore knows would not be capable of that.

The Lenore Annabel knows

This part is more difficult to analyze, because unfortunately Annabel's memories are tied to big mysteries within the plot. On the plus side, this comic is excellent at dropping large amounts of information at the point of detail. 

The most obvious: Annabel is carrying around the ring Lenore had when she burned down her house, in other words, "Leo's" charade worked so well that the two of them got engaged. In other words: Annabel has seen this woman burn down a family home (perhaps with servants inside), fake her own death, steal, take a continental trip, change her identity and pose as a man, all to save her from an arranged marriage. 

A very "you and me against the world" situation. A scenario Lenore made possible by lying to basically everyone, even Annabel herself, who must have spent at least a few months believing Lenore was dead until "Leo" knocked on her door. 

Add to that these two scenes: in the first, Annabel seems pretty convinced that Lenore has a good idea of what's going on here...

And in this one, Annabel thinks Lenore is doing this out of guilt.

Again, this is a huge contrast to the Lenore we readers have seen throughout the comic: a person who desperately wants to show others the affection and security that no one (except Theo and Annabel) has given her. A mix of a naturally vivacious and caring personality with traumas from which her need for control stems from anxiety and a terrible fear of abandonment. 

In this light, Annabel putting Duke in danger to keep Montressor away from Lenore was something that was informed, known, and something that Lenore would agree with, because the Lenore she knows would be willing to sacrifice anything to achieve her goal. 

In that sense, that scene is foreshadowing. Not only did Lenore trick her into using a memory that Annabel does not have, but it comes right after Annabel confidently says that "no one knows Lenore better than she does.

The masks

One of the most painful tragedies of the White Raven relationship (besides the fact that it ended with both of them dead) is that one of the two has had to wear a mask on both sides of it: Annabel pretending that this relationship isn't as deeply ingrained in her as it really is, and then Lenore doing the whole "Leo" thing to be "the perfect fiancé" in everyone else's eyes.

Their divorce is imminent because both of them (especially Annabel) are projecting onto the other the expectations they have that are a product of the few memories they have been able to recover, rather than really looking at the person in front of them. 

I'm going to enjoy all the beautiful character development that comes from here on out, because they both have a lot of unpacking to do separately from this divorce arc. And, I hope that, when they can finally reconcile, we also get to see how, for the first time in the history of their relationship, Annabel and Lenore can actually see eye to eye.

#annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #nevermore webtoon #white raven #lennabel #divorce arc #Appreciate the quality of the damn captures #Took me forever to get them

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Usher

Mike Flanagan: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, i call this the tale of Edgar Allan Poe's Greatest Hits…Updated for the New Millennium! Flanagan: what if roderick usher was a pharmaceutical bro? Flanagan: what if Hopfrog had a fidget spinner? Flanagan: what if the rue morgue orangutan vaped?

Poe: oh i don't know about this Poe: i've been burned on this sort of thing before Flanagan: no it'll be great Flanagan: roderick usher's gonna talk just like the big lebowsky cowboy, it'll be great

Flanagan: see, we take everyone's favorite bits from your stories Flanagan: but then Flanagan: we give them a nutty little twist Flanagan: to appeal to today's modern a-go-go kids

Flanagan: see, my fall of the house of usher is about this pharmaceutical dynasty crumbling King: i thought the story was about the actual house falling down Flanagan: haha of course not nothing so literal Poe: actually it is about a house falling down Flanagan:

Flanagan: haha no for real Poe: no i mean it. the house falls down Flanagan: Flanagan: wait, like, literally? Poe: yeah Flanagan: Flanagan: ok then

Flanagan: ok so Roderick and Madeleine Usher have a bunch of kids Flanagan: Prospero, Tamerline, Victorine, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith Flanagan: and Adolphus Montressor Nu-Nu Metzengerstein Valdemar

Flanagan: which by the way are all references to poe stories Flanagan: you might not have picked up on that, it's kinda subtle Poe: oh hey this is pretty good Poe: i'm kinda digging this

Flanagan: now the ushers run Fortunato Pharmaceuticals Poe: oh! i get it! Poe: this is great Poe: [nudging barker] like the cask of amontillado Poe: see, fortunato is a character- Barker: oh my god edgar I KNOW

Flanagan: so prospero is going to have this big rave Flanagan: you might even call it Flanagan: the rave of the red death! Poe: oh! Poe: oh! oh! oh! Poe: [nudging Barker] like the masque of the red death Barker: Poe: [nudging harder] you know, the masque of the- Barker: I KNOW

Flanagan: but Roderick Usher Enterprises Flanagan: or RUE Poe: Flanagan: where they do experiments on apes Poe: oh! Flanagan: yeah you know where i'm going Poe: [nudging Barker] like Barker: CHRIST, SHUT UP

Flanagan: but before the usher twins can take over Fortunato pharmaceuticals Flanagan: the CEO Rufus Griswold stands in their way Poe: boo! boo! i hate that guy! Poe: i don't know why i just instinctively hate this character Poe: i hope he gets his!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #mike flanagan

[ozarkthedog]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: while working as a bartender at Prospero's Orgy, a masked woman follows you into a storage room.

warnings: 18+ only -> mdni. verna x fem!reader. f/f. smut. fingering. slight dom/sub vibes. no spoilers (that i know of). no beta.

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: tbh, I’ve only watched 2 eps so far but I had to write something with her. I don’t know anything about the series so forgive me if there are inaccuracies.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Booming music shakes the walls of the old, brick building as you make your way to the storage room. You’ll be amazed if the orgy goers don’t drink their way through all the liquor before the night even properly begins. You heard someone mention something about midnight and rain. You pray your boss will let you go home before all hell breaks loose.   

You unlock and shove open the storage room door with a sigh. This was not really your kind of scene. You could handle yourself in a bar and catered events, you’d worked plenty of them before but an orgy? You don’t know why you signed yourself up for this. Sure, the money was good but the moment you stepped foot into the abandoned facility, the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

The room was dank and barely lit as you graze the various shelves for a case of Glenfiddich. You find the last case on the floor near the back of the room when the storage room door creaks and then shuts with a bang.

Fear prickles your skin.

It’s probably some horny couple looking for a secret place to get off. Still, you clear your throat before nervously calling out, “Hello?”

You scream when a masked skull turns the corner of one of the shelves. You walk backward until a coarse brick wall catches your clothing and halts your retreat. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” A gentle voice says from beneath the mask. The woman is draped in a hooded, sparkly red cape that barely covers her body. The black lingerie she’s wearing underneath leaves little to the imagination.

You clutch your chest as you’re taken aback by the stunning blonde when she unties her mask and reveals herself.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She admits, stepping closer before setting down her mask on one of the shelves. “I saw you from across the room and I…” she trails off looking at you as if she’s seeing the sky for the first time.  

“Oh my. Aren’t you precious?” She coos, stepping closer. Blonde hair frames her face like a halo although something in your gut told you she wasn’t an angel.

Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never seen such a beautiful woman so up close before.

“What are you doing in such a place?” She ponders with curious eyes. They travel the length of your body and back again. Something wicked and dark encases those hazel orbs making you swallow down the lump in your throat.

Your cheeks burn as you stumble over your words. “Bartender- I’m a bartender.” You catch your bottom lip with your teeth and tug unconsciously on it. Your flight response kicks into high gear as the lady in red seals the gap between your bodies.

You whimper as she presses her barely clothed frame against yours. The brick wall behind you leaves no chance of escape as your heart bangs steadily against your ribs.

“Shh. There’s no need to be nervous.” She states softly while cupping your chin in her palm. She drags a perfectly manicured thumb across your bottom lip and tenderly releases it from your teeth. “You’re something I rarely encounter.”

You’re frozen in place, like a deer in headlights, waiting for the inevitable when she leans in and time stops. She brushes her lips over yours, so tender and soft, you try to keep the whimper that bubbles up at bay but to your embarrassment, it escapes.

She pulls away with a grin. “You really are precious.” The apple of your cheek is warm under her thumb as she rubs the soft patch of skin. “So sweet. I’d love to hear you sing.”

Your brow quirks until you feel her hand sliding down your belly. She catches your wild eyes in a firm stare. “Tell me to leave and I will.” She states while lifting the hem of your skirt and snaking her hand beneath the material. “Or will you allow me to experience your seraphic nature?”

Your core clenches as she palms your mound when you don’t send her away. Her nails drag playfully over the thin cotton of your panties before she tugs them to the side and finds your molten heat. An illicit sob tears from your lips as she teases your dipping folds with deft fingers. 

She strums your core with expertise leaving you a wanton mess in her grasp. Her thumb circles your clit with tight movements, drawing your bliss out and into the open. Your mouth drops in an ethereal sound as she takes you apart with ease.

She smothers her body over yours, her lingerie covered breasts close to spilling as she secures you against the brick wall even harder. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl.”

She laves at the softness of your neck, feeling the pulsating beat beneath the thin flesh as she drowns you in pleasure. Her tongue leaves a hot, wet trail over your neck and down your clavicle as you shake under her lewd touch. 

Two deft fingers curl their way into your soaked channel, spreading and molding your warmth to her liking. She rubs along your velvet walls, finding which spots make you shiver and which make you sing the loudest for her.  

“It’s fun tasting the other side, isn’t it?” She asks despite your impending rapture. Her hazel eyes glimmer with wickedness. “The grime. The debauchery.”

Wet, sticky thwaps fill the room as she spreads you open. She drinks down every moan and gasp that tumbles from your lips as she fucks with her fingers you into abandon. She tips your head to her chest as she pulls one of her breasts free from a lacy lingerie cup.

“But you’re one of the good ones, aren’t you?” She claims as she feeds you a firm breast. You groan into her flesh and suckle the nipple she offers. You twirl your tongue around the pert bud and relish the soft gasp that she lets loose.

“That’s a good girl.” She praises while stroking the base of your skull and scissoring her fingers against your slick walls. Your essence drips down your thighs, staining and marking your skin but you could care less as this strange woman makes you feel things you never have before. 

She hooks her fingers and grazes that spongy spot behind your clit and your body goes ridged. Every nerve in your body sings, wanting to cry out and praise her for choosing you. Your hands lock onto her shoulders, too afraid to let go, worried that if you move she’ll disappear and it’ll all have been a dream.

“It’s alright.” She coos, her eyes growing soft as your core quivers around her digits. “Let go, my precious girl. I’ve got you.”

The knot buried deep in your belly snaps. You come with a raspy wail against her chest, riding out your bliss on her fingers while she holds you in her arms. 

She sucks her two cream coated fingers into her mouth and cleans them with a moan. Your mind goes numb at the image and you do your best to not crumble to her high-heeled feet.

“I must return to the party now.” She says, fixing the skull mask back over her face. She stares at you from behind the mask for a silent moment before weaving an arm around your back and tugging you with her toward the door. 

“You’re not supposed to be here. This isn’t the place for someone like you. Leave while you can.” Her tone left no room for argument even though you knew you were still on the clock. 

You catch yourself on the door frame and spin on your heel, catching her otherworldly gaze. “Will I see you again?”

The lady in red smiles under her mask. “One day.”

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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#verna x reader #Verna x you #Verna #the fall of the house of usher #carla gugino #verna/reader #verna/you

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Which Necron would be the best parent? Say they found a secret cache of stasis'd necrontyr babies or something. Who does the best job?... Sorry, better question. Who is the best after Zandrekh and Obyron?

Trazyn has an incredible array of teachers, babysitters, child psychologists and healthcare professionals to draw from in order to ensure a safe and healthy development cycle for any child.

They’re all extremely motivated people, too. No one wants to go in the Burning of Prospero diorama.

[beepfuckingbeeprichie]

I’ve got some questions/critiques for The Fall of the House of Usher. I loved it! But some parts had me confused

Everyone who died with Perry. Perry’s death is the only death that takes people with them (except Victorine, but she only took one person down with her). Verna tells all the security guards AND Morrella to leave, which implies she’s sparing the people who are not the offspring of Roderick Usher, but then the sprinklers go off on ALL of the party guests

Furthermore, if the stuff in the tanks was so damn corrosive, why was it only the people who were burned/melted. Like shouldn’t have everything else started to melt, like the bar and the security camera we get a clear shot of, unmelted? This is very pedantic tho

Madeline is going to see death in their old house, she’s taking off her wig, the gloves are about to come off and the facade is ab to drop and show us the real toll that this life has taken on Madeline… only for her to have similarly gorgeous hair underneath? She essentially took off her clip on bangs lol. Like “time to tussle with death let me take off my bangs”

It felt like we got served the most horrific deaths first and almost everything else after was anti climactic in comparison. Perry’s death was a showstopper and it was the first we saw

Verna’s different levels of involvement in each Usher’s death. She gave warnings to Perry, Camille, and Leo, but she didn’t orchestrate what happened, she was just kinda there, an observer in what they had already decided to do. Sort of the same thing with Froderick, he decided to go into the building himself, although it was her who made him switch up the powders and she imitated his voice to give the wrecking ball the all clear. But she was a straight up instigator in Tammy’s and Vic’s deaths by appearing to them as real people in their lives and, arguably, driving them mad. You could even say it’s the madness that killed them

Ah yes, Napoleon usher, the famous playboy, who we see cheat on his loving partner one time. Like that just makes him a douchebag, a playboy would never have someone moving in

I was confused on Roderick’s characterization at some points. In the house with Augustine he seems like a real badass, an industry Titan indeed, especially with the lemon monologue. And then sometimes it would reveal that the powerful speeches he gave to the children and the way he commanded the family was directly lifted from things other powerful men had said to him to make him feel small, and a lot of times I was like “oh this man is just a loser in a nice suit”

Okay but what was Auggie’s long term plan with the informant lie? Like how was that going to pan out? I get he was trying to get them to turn on each other, and it worked, but he said in the courtroom that his informant was how he was going to get it to stick but there was no informant so like ???

Madeline just tried to snap Verna’s neck. And apparently was successful?

This is a little nit picky but you can’t tell me that “the bastards” like Perry and Napoleon and even Victorine who came to Roderick almost grown just so happened to have ridiculous rich people names. No minimum wage worker is naming their child Napoleon. “Can you cover my shift? I have to take little Prospero to the doctor, his tummy hurts.”

You expect me to believe Roderick Usher wrote Annabel Lee? That he was spitting original fire poetry at Auggie as he died?

#me #mine #fall of the house of usher #mike flanagan #fothou #fothou spoilers #verna #the raven #edgar allen poe #carla gugino #roderick usher #madeline usher #frederick usher #camille l'espanaye #kate siegel #victorine lafourcade #napoleon usher #prospero usher #Tammy usher

[persnicketypomelo]

Hello! I love your writing and I was wondering what your take would be on Erik attending a masquerade ball with the reader. Hope you aren’t too fed up by the poto fandom, we easily get addicted to good writers :D

(accidentally sent a draft of my this ask, it was almost done but I want to make sure I didn’t forget anything hehe)

No problem at all! And, well, if you call me a good writer you could flatter me into writing many things lol. I could never get fed up with any people providing me such sweet feedback!

obsession, implied kidnap

Attending a Masquerade Ball

Even under disguise, Erik still has a noticeable flair for the ostentatious

His costume of choice would be something theatrical, metaphorical

He has dressed as Poe's "Red Death" before, come to bring deliverance to the wealthy patrons of the opera house

Only a costume of equal messaging and grandeur would fit his tastes

How ironic, in comparison, to be donning a simple white domino as his partner--light linking arms with death

The moment he enters, people are wary of the his death's head mask

I'd say that the only reason he would attend such a gathering is to send a message or to accompany you

Though, I don't think you would derive much enjoyment in socialising with Erik trailing your every step, unnerving any companion

The Phantom has long learned that if he will never be loved, than he can at least be feared

Even if he has a good relationship with you, old habits die hard, and he does enjoy getting a scare out of frightened ballet girls and superstitious guests alike

Group dances are a normal and enjoyable part of any ball, but no such thing will happen with the frightening presence of death and his living companion

When the two of you dance, not one person dares to join in the activity

In the event that you used the cover of a masquerade to slip from him among the crowds...only then will you know true horror

Red death stalking and pushing through the crowd, and then he meets your gaze

Lurid, yellow cat eyes that burn to your core

In that moment, you truly understand how even Prince Prospero, isolated in his gilded castle, could not escape the Red Death

#yandere #x reader #reader insert #phantom of the opera #erik destler #erik phantom #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera x reader #obsessive #headcanons #erik poto

[ggojocat40k]

Burning of Prospero [004.M31]

[Reposted from my deleted blog Gojocat40k]

#primarch #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #wh40k art #fulgrim #magnus the red #emperor of mankind #tzeentch #prospero nevermore #primarchs #leman russ #thousand sons

[sapphic-mad-scientist]

Who broke it?

Everyone is standing around the broken teapot Annabel: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Morella: ...I did. I broke it. Annabel: No. No you didn't. Duke? Duke: Don't look at me. Look at Lenore. Lenore: What?! I didn't break it. Duke: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Lenore: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Duke: Suspicious. Lenore: No, it's not! Montresor: If it matters, probably not, but Ada was the last one to use it. Ada: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Montresor: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Ada: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Montresor! Morella: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Annabel. Annabel: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Lenore: Annabel...Prospero's been awfully quiet. Prospero: rEALLY?! Everyone starts arguing Annabel, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Annabel: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Annabel: Annabel: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #who broke it #incorrect quotes #annabel lee nevermore #lenore nevermore #duke nevermore #morella nevermore #ada nevermore #montresor nevermore #prospero nevermore #Bee Eula n Pluto aren't there bc they're on a date #Silly #Sorry if any of the parts are ooc

[eschercaine]

Nevermore characters based from Edgar Allan Poe’s works

Lenore (from the poem “The Raven”)

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly, I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.

Annabel Lee (from the poem “Annabel Lee”)

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

Morella (from the gothic horror short story “Morella”)

With a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul, from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never known. But the fires were not of Eros—and bitter and tormenting to my eager spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning, or regulate their vague intensity. Yet we met, and Fate bound us together at the altar, and I never spoke of love, or dreamed of passion. She, however, shunned society and attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder. It is a happiness to think.

Duke (from the humorous short story “The Duc de L’Omelette”)

A golden cage bore the luxurious little wanderer, enamoured, melting, indolent, to the Chaussee D’Antin, from its home in far Peru. From its queenly possessor La Bellissima, to the Duc de L’Omelette, six peers of the empire conveyed the happy bird. It was ‘All for Love.’

Ada (from the poem “Tamerlane”)

One noon of a bright summer’s day I pass’d from out the matted bow’r Where in a deep, still slumber lay My Ada. In that peaceful hour, A silent gaze was my farewell. I had no other solace—then T’awake her, and a falsehood tell Of a feign’d journey, were again To trust the weakness of my heart To her soft thrilling voice: To part Thus, haply, while in sleep she dream’d Of long delight, nor yet had deem’d Awake, that I had held a thought Of parting, were with madness fraught; I knew not woman’s heart, alas! Tho’ lov’d, and loving—let it pass.—

Prospero (from the short story “The Masque of the Red Death”)

The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had been ever so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avator and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleedings at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest-ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease were the incidents of half an hour. But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless, and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair from without or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballêt-dancers, there were musicians, there were cards, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

Pluto (from the short story “The Black Cat”)

Pluto—this was the cat’s name—was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even in difficulty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets.

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[nighthaunting]

You ever have a moment where you reconsider something you thought a lot about in the past but then sort of turned your attention away from for a while, and your new perspective just blows the whole thing open?

Me thinking about russ and magnus during ATS/PB today after years of taking a break from HH/40K lore yielded one such series of revelations.

I was thinking about Betrayer and Russ' attempt to give Angron a lesson via the Night of the Wolf. I was thinking about Prospero Burns and Russ' belief that he's had a direct line to Magnus this whole time via Kaspar. I was thinking about that 'please'. And.

I know this is pretty much canon to the text but I've never before really Considered that one of Russ' motives in keeping this guy alive and sending him out on compliances with his Legion was (Russ believed at least) letting Magnus see the SW in action and hoping that this might influence him into trying to Avoid doing anything that might cause Russ to be sent after him.

In the past I've talked a lot about the SW keeping Kaspar around to see what would happen in terms of thinking the TS were up to something or going to do something to the Legion, which is very much the assumption the Chaos entity wanted them to make, but looking back I tbh think i slept on the concept of Russ, who canonically has taken out at least one of the Lost Primarchs in an event which is prefers not to speak (or at least the codex Strongly Implies that Russ has been used against another primarch before), and who also canonically went into the Night of the Wolf fully willing to die to make his point to Angron if only Angron could understand what he was doing.

I'm sort of compelled by the concept because in a sense Russ was letting (what he thought was) Magnus take a peek behind the barbarian mask he likes to put on, to see into a more genuine heart of his legion, letting his guard down a bit by allowing this obviously-compromised spy in. Much the same way he let the mask drop when he went to try and talk some sense into Angron, bringing up philosophy and reading and ideals that Russ' ignorant-but-noble barbarian persona would never admit to being interested in let alone reading.

And both times the gambit failed, in Magnus' case because it wasn't Magnus on the other end of the line, and in Angron's case because he was too far gone to really get what Russ was illustrating for him.

The whole thing was orchestrated so well, ironically giving the "proof" that Magnus was up to something via this sleeper agent spy that the SW were toting around with them, playing on Russ being curious enough to keep this guy around and connect the dots on the (false) links between this guy and the TS. I have this headcanon that Russ and Lorgar were actually fairly close, with Russ actually talking to Lorgar about Lorgar's writings, because he didn't seem surprised that Russ had read them and had thoughts on them in Betrayer, so I actually sort of like the idea that he had a hand in setting up the fall of Prospero? I like the tragedy of the idea that he at least had some input on the idea, being familiar enough with Russ to know he'd take the bait.

Which would make that a third time Russ got genuine with someone and had it either fail or be used against him...

#i'm sorry i love to torment him #russ' whole deal is that he's trapped in the mask he constructed for himself #and yet also unwilling to unmask himself and be genuine until its too late #he desperately doesn't want to kill another brother so he keeps trying to engineer shit to steer them away from situations #where he'd have to kill them #unfortunately that being the Only time he's genuine means it never fucking works #russ being Canonically Dionysian coded in the Apollonian-Dionysian duality truly coming back to bite him in the ass every time #sorry buddy but you're 'futility of fighting fate' chaotic unjust nature coded and all your angst about the role you were created to play #is entirely apt but also completely a self-fulfilling prophesy in terms of your ability to forge the relationships that would have saved yo #something something and this is why valdor tops but that's a whoooooole other essay #leman russ #warhammer 40k #russ’ hug brigade