#et tu horror?

[topazshadowwolf]

Behold, A True Nightmare!

#How Nightmare Became Dadmare #HNBD #Nightmare!sans #killer!sans #dust!sans #horror!sans #cross!sans #take one oreo #dip him in angst #oh no #i dropped the oreo #he is now sinking to the bottom of the glass of angst... #guess him and dust can be buddies down there until I get to them #et tu horror? #someone has a short temper #this is the height of my humor #puns #thank you undertale #Also remember when using a weed wacker #keep the tool turned away from you before starting and while operating #rip twitchy

[freuleinanna]

Dracula adaptations didn't do shit right but that one French Dracula: Entre L'Amour et la Mort musical did one thing right (beside creating a couple of total bangers) and that thing is having Jonathan sing with absolute crumbling horror, as he's wandering in the Castle Dracula:

Mina, où es tu?

Mina, parle-moi!

J'ai peur de perdre la raison,

J'ai si peur d'oublier ton nom

which translates to:

Mina, where are you?

Mina, speak to me!

I'm afraid to lose my mind,

I'm so afraid to forget your name

AND THAT ALWAYS BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES. REACHING FROM DARKNESS TO THE ONLY LIGHT HE STILL KNOWS. GODDAMN

#the light of the holiest love indeed #ughhhh them! #jonmina #mina harker #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #dracula: entre l'amour et la mort

[chronicbeans]

Hi! Since I saw the illustrator wally series I've been exited to request this, it was also sad to see how nobody has yet come with this idea or at least I haven't seen anyone else bring this up so here I come!

It will be interesting how It would work a relationship between Human wally and reader who has maladaptive daydreaming along with autism, I thought of how would it be to meet someone who has to experience something familiar with you. ( since maladaptive daydreaming can be described as a variant of schizophrenia with some small differences ) anyways, I'm a desperate for representation-

ET TU, BRUTE? Omg I maladaptive daydream too (if I am reading it right and you mean to say that you do IT-). My therapist says that I am like, addicted to it lol. My family counselor also likened my case more towards depersonalization/dissociation/a variant of DID due to me only daydreaming myself as other people. This is actually the first time I have heard of it being described as a variant of schizophrenia, but it actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it! I need more representation too, so let's do this! I'll try to make it as broad as possible, because everyone daydreams about different things!

Illustrator Wally with an Autistic Reader who Maladaptive Daydreams:

TW: Mentions of Hallucinations, Maladaptive Daydreaming

🖍️ He is a bit confused when he sees you pacing around your living room. He is visiting, and decided to try to surprise you by sneaking up behind you and giving you a gift! Now, though, he is a bit enamored by how you are prancing around, muttering little things to yourself as you seem so carefree and happy in your little world. This is the first time he has seen you like this.

🖍️ You finally end up turning around, in his direction, and your face grows a bit pale from shock and embarrassment. "Uh... Hello... I'm so glad you came to visit!" You try to play it off, but he is too intrigued. Maybe you are like him, and hallucinate, too?

🖍️ You explain what you were doing. You daydream... WAY more often than other people! Intense worldbuilding, character arcs, and more all take place in your head the majority of the day. You like to prance or pace, finding it helpful to feel more comfortable. You also tend to stim in other ways if you cannot pace or prance. The odd facial expressions and mutterings were just you getting in character and reacting to what was happening in your daydreams.

🖍️ Wally is intrigued. It is so... similar, but different, from him. Both you and him are autistic, yes. He's known that for a while, since you told him around the second or third meeting between you two. THIS, though, is so amazing to him. He wants to know more about the stories in your head!

🖍️What do they consist of? Are they horror? Romance? Action? Comedy? He wishes to know. Are you in them? Do you play someone else? Is it from a third person perspective, watching over your creations? If it is something child friendly, maybe you can write a book and he can illustrate it!

🖍️ Even if it is something more... dark, disturbing, overall NOT a kid friendly topic... he would still want to draw it! Maybe he can start to expand his illustrations into more adult books. He is shockingly good at drawing horror, you know. Some of his vent art is a really disturbing treat to view.

🖍️ You might get onto the topic of how both of your conditions are similar and different. You have a lot of characters floating around in your head. Different worlds, stories, everything! Wally does have, in a way, characters, too! The little voices in his head count, right? Sometimes the same one will pop up every now and again. Both of your conditions seem, in a way, uncontrolled. Due to Wally preferring to not use medications, he simply lives with the voices and hallucinations, going to therapy to help him cope and learn to live with it. You just go with the flow, in a way. As far as you've heard, the best and only way to help deal with it is therapy. No real medication or anything.

🖍️ You both are finally happy to find someone similar to yourselves. The best part is that it is similar enough to be familiar, but different enough to have such interesting conversations!

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home au

[splatattackz]

you ever think about the horrors.

indulge in my senseless rambling for a moment.

imagine youre qpierre right now. you have just learned that you are not you. at least. this body isnt you. but this consciousness is? maybe? youre not sure. you think its you. youve made your own memories. your own experiences. so you think this is you. but at some point you died. you both died. in different ways. one mentally died and one physically. but you both died. how is that possible? the past you and the "other" you both died. you are dead.

and before you knew this, you were having nightmares. you didnt know what they meant. they showed memories. they showed phonecalls. slideshows. a conversation. all these confusing things. you didnt know what they meant. and then there was this stupid, white bear just telling you to sleep more. not helping you in your haze. and then it tries to erase the dreams from you. you are imperfect? you werent perfect to begin with. whatever. what did the bear mean by "The important thing is not what the Federation did to you, but what you have done and will do for the Federation.

Great things await you."?

and now youre here. in a room you dont recognize. theres a computer. and a bed. and something (yourself?) has been telling you to remember what happened. he is telling you to ask around to your friends see if you remember anything. telling you to ask about your past. your loves. your dreams. "Et alors peut être que tu saura si ta mémoire est intact." (And then, maybe, you'll know if your memory is intact.) you dont remember ever writing this. but you follow the instructions. and you dream. as you have quite a few times now. and this dream brings you back to the start. you are learning youre both dead. but youre also alive. its confusing. is there a "you" in this equation? arent they both still alive? though only half. you dont know. you are alive.

its just. the horror of it. i cant wait to see how the character develops because. qpierre is, physically, dead. and ayr0b0t is, mentally, dead. but mentally, qpierre is still here. and physically, ayr0b0t is still here. and both of those alive aspects are combined to create the charwcter we've most recently known. thats all we know for certain.

but still there are questions. and the questions are:

when did this happen? was it on the island? or before? its implied it was on the island. the qpierre in the dream has a gegg shirt. both in the operation and in the death tape.

and why? why did the federation do this? what use do they have for frankensteining him together? placing human conscience into a robot body? was it just because they could? maybe. but the book from one of the meetings implies he has use to them.

"Great things await you."

so.. hm... so many thoughts and questions...

#SORRY THIS IS SUCH A MESSY RANT #idk where i was going i just needed to let my mind run #kekw #his lore is so interesting to me #he has 50 diseases and is the embodiment of the horrors #qsmp #qsmp aypierre #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

[originalaccountname]

Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 19 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes:

Tanizaki uses the formal "you" (vous) with Kunikida. They both use the informal "you" (tu) for Steinbeck and Lovecraft, and vice versa.

Tanizaki's speech about morality meaning nothing when it comes to Naomi was kinda bland and flat. No notable acting, no notable word choice. "When her life is in danger, I don't care for right and wrong", said like he was gonna follow up with something else, except not.

I need to make a clip of Lovecraft, his voice direction is hilarious. You should have been the big kind cuddly beat who loves to eat berries and sleep why are you some unknowable lovecraftian horror.

Dazai uses the informal "you" (tu) with Higuchi and Gin, but they both use the formal "you" (vous) for Dazai.

Q is explicitly stated as being a girl in the French dub ("we met this little girl in the train" and multiple uses of "girl" (fille) and "she" (elle)). The French subs, however, use "he" (il), with a notable attempt to avoid having to use it, and no "boy" or "girl" that I could see. Reminder that canonically, Q's gender is left ambiguous and unknown, though French being as gendered as it is, it's nearly impossible to completely avoid using gendered terms if not using neopronouns. Their ability is still called "Dogra Magra".

Louisa's ability is called Les Quatre filles du docteur March (The Four Daughters of Doctor March). Once again, that is the official French translation of Little Women. She uses the formal "you" (vous) for Fitzgerald, but he uses the informal "you" (tu) for her.

Today's quote:

VF: Mon cher, je t'apprendrai que Mori de la Mafia portuaire est le rationalisme incarné. Il gère toutes les situations de crise avec énergie, précision et lucidité. (My dear/Buddy, I'll have you know Mori from the Port Mafia is rationalism incarnate. He deals with crises with energy, precision and lucidity.) Eng: Mori-san from the Port Mafia is the human manifestation of streamlining. He controls the situation with cold, mathematical detachment.

#double black in TWO!! episodes 👀 #i'll have some notes they did some fun things there too #bsdrewatch2023 #bsd french dub adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #apparently i talk sometimes

[random-introverted-blog]

I just stumbled on HS-HQ today and have already read it twice now! Adoring the characterisations, how distinct the two Astarions are while being unmistakably Astarion! Absolutely phenomenal how you’ve crafted them in the words and subtext! Tav is so compelling, such a pragmatic hero! Learning more about the A!A reality makes me wonder if that Tav was a companion to an Astarion origin? Because that world state is a doozy! In a way I’m loving to read, but would not want to live in lol.

I’m so excited for the next chapter! Everything that went down with Shar has me feral for how the gods will react to this new trio… Like the Dead Three have Tyranny-Murder-Death, and now we’ve got Ambition-Loss-Undeath… Ahhh so excited!!!

I also am curious if Dear Dread Daddy Bhaal has realised his second-chance Durge has arrived in the realm… And am very excitedly anxious to see if Lord Ancunín has any plans to create bhaalspawn of his own, now that he’s aware of the potential power in his new bride’s lineage. Another worry Tav didn’t have to fret over with her Astarion that may be a risk with a Vampire Ascendent. Because breeding kinks can only be improved with an element of horror, right?

Twice?? In one day?? That's blowing my mind, thank you! I put a lot of thought into keeping Ascendant and Spawn distinguishable and I'm glad it's paying off!

I'm going to be honest, I loved the irony that a Durge would have a "happier/brighter" world state than a Tav and I've had a blast exploring the outline of Alt!Tav's world in the story so far. We'll find out in more detail who she was soon, and maybe even some more Ascendant insight. Who knows? Me, I know but I can't tell you unless I spoil it for everyone

As a faithful Shadowheart lover, it was so good to finally "Et tu, Shadowheart?" Shar, and it feels even better to see the response the scene has gotten.

I'm the kind of writer that loves to weave threads into my work and see who realizes/picks up on what it is. I can't say much. But I'll try.

I have yet to see anyone mention an offhand dialogue exchange.

Or note a few recurring Ascendant behaviors/responses excluding a comment or two noting "that's odd" on AO3.

I can't wait for you guys/gals/pals to see the aftermath that follows this. Thank you so much for the support and kind words, it means a lot to me ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Pardon my lack of full response, I'm responding to this at 2am and my one good brain cell is refusing to cooperate.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ascended astarion #baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate shadowheart #ask #His Star - His Queen #HS-HQ #seriously though reading it twice in one day is mind boggling to me in a good way #astarion #Thank you for the kind ask!

[segretecose]

"Simona Tabasco (The White Lotus) will star opposite Sydney Sweeney in the psychological horror film Immaculate [...] It follows a woman of devout faith who is offered a new role at an illustrious Italian convent which harbors some dark secrets."

and is one of the dark secrets lesbianism?? let us pray 🙏 ave maria gratia plena dominus tecum benedicta tu in mulieribus et benedictus fructus ventris tui iesus

[indie-queer-movie-tournament]

Entries List (which I will keep updated)

Anything in bold has propaganda

Alex Strangelove (2018)

Alice Junior (Alice Júnior) (2019)

A Moment in the Reeds (Tämä hetki kaislikossa) (2017)

A Single Man (2009)

And Then We Danced (და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ) (2019)

Beach Rats (2017)

Big Eden (2000)

BPM (Beats Per Minute) (2017)

Blue is the Warmest Colour (La Vie d'Adèle - Chapitres 1 et 2) (2013)

Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022)

Booksmart (2019)

Bottoms (2023)

Bound (1996)

Boys (Jongens) (2014)

Boys Don’t Cry (1999)

Breakfast with Scot (2007)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999)

Camp (2003)

Can You Ever Forgive Me (2018)

Carol (2015)

Call Me By Your Name (2017)

Center of My World (Die Mitte der Welt) (2016)

Chasing Amy (1997)

Closet Monster (2015)

Cloudburst (2011)

Colette (2018)

Crash (1996)

Crush (2022)

Dating Amber (2020)

D.E.B.S. (2004)

Desert Hearts (1984)

Disobedience (2017)

Duck Butter (2018)

Edge of Seventeen (1998)

Elephant (Słoń) (2022)

Esteros (2016)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

Fire Island (2022)

Freak Show (2017)

Funeral Parade of Roses (薔薇の葬列) (1969)

Get Real (1998)

God’s Own Country (2017)

Grandma (2015)

Handsome Devil (2016)

Happiest Season (2020)

Happy Together (春光乍洩) (1997)

Hearts Beat Loud (2018)

Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001)

I Can't Think Straight (2008)

I Dream in Another Language (Sueño en otro idioma) (2017)

I Killed My Mother (2009)

I Love You Phillip Morris (2009)

In & Out (1997)

Jenny's Wedding (2015)

Je Tu Il Elle (1974)

Kajillionaire (2020)

Kill Your Darlings (2013)

Kinky Boots (2005)

Latter Days (2003)

Longtime Companion (1989)

Mario (2018)

Maurice (1987)

Milk (2008)

Moonlight (2016)

Mosquita Y Mari (2012)

Mulholland Drive (2001)

My Beautiful Laundrette (1985)

Mysterious Skin (2004)

Nina's Heavenly Delights (2006)

North Sea Texas (Noordzee, Texas) (2011)

Operation Hyacinth (Hiacynt) (2021)

Pariah (2011)

Patrik Age 1.5 (Patrik 1,5) (2008)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (Portrait de la jeune fille en feu) (2019)

Princess Cyd (2017)

Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017)

Rafiki (2018)

Rūrangi (2020)

Saving Face (2005)

Selah and the Spades (2019)

Shiva Baby (2020)

Sorry Angel (Plaire, Aimer et Courir Vite) (2018)

Straight Up (2019)

Swan Song (2021)

Tangerine (2015)

Tár (2022)

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994)

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (Die Bitteren Tränen Der Petra Von Kant) (1972)

The Bubble (הבועה) (2006)

The Conformist (Il conformista) (1970)

The Feels (2017)

The Half of It (2020)

The Handmaiden (아가씨) (2016)

The Kids Are All Right (2010)

The Lost Boys (Le Paradis) (2023)

The Meetings of Anna (Les Rendez-vous d'Anna) (1978)

The Miseducation of Cameron Post (2018)

The Power of the Dog (2021)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

The Strong Ones (Los fuertes) (2019)

The Watermelon Woman (1996)

The Way He Looks (Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho) (2014)

The 10 Year Plan (2014)

Tomboy (2011)

Totally Fucked Up (1993)

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995)

Transamerica (2005)

Water Lillies (Naissance des Pieuvres) (2007)

Yossi & Jagger (יוסי וג'אגר) (2002)

You, Me and Him (2017)

#i'll add my own propaganda to the movies i like but i haven't written it yet #in the meantime please send stuff in! #i also have seen several of these way too long ago to remember anything much to say about them even if i did like them

[useless-catalanfacts]

This song has become very popular in Catalonia. I hadn't translated it before because its lyrics are full of jokes and colloquialisms so it's difficult to translate, but I really wanted to share it.

The Tyets is a Catalan band that makes trap and reggaeton-ish music, but in this song they've incorporated a cobla (traditional ensemble of sardanes, considered the national music/dance of Catalonia) to their urban song. You can hear the characteristic instruments and beat of the sardana in the chorus.

It's quite common among Catalan pop and rock bands to use traditional instruments (mostly the gralla/dolçaina) and some traditional forms of singing (mostly cant valencià d'estil), but sardanes had so far been left out of this because they're often negatively stereotyped as old-fashioned and its popularity among elderly people made it unappealing to the younger generations. However, turns out the familiarity of these sounds still rings close to our hearts, and people (regardless of age) can't help it but to dance when they hear it!

The translation is under the cut.

The lyrics are light-hearted and use a lot of colloquialisms and slang, they joke about gossiping. The title (coti x coti) would be translated to "gossip 4 gossip", but using a slang word for "gossip".

No ho puc evitar, ja no sé com fer-ho

M'ha arribat a les mans, un coti ben salsero

Que ha mogut tot el mercat, no me'l puc treure del cap

Si vols aquest secret, doncs per tres l'has de canviar.

I can't help it, I don't know how to keep it anymore

A very juicy gossip has reached my hands

It has shaken all the market, I can't get it out of my head

If you want this secret, you'll have to exchange it for three others.

Chorus:

No en vull saber res

Intento no creuar-te la mirada

No em crec històries inventades

De tu ja no em puc creure res.

I don't want to know anything about it.

I try not to make eye contact with you

I don't believe made up stories

I can't believe anything you say anymore.

-

Ahir em vaig trobar l'Aleix i em va dir que tenia cotis

Posseïa info, tenia bones refes

No sabia perquè, però s'ajuntaven les notis

El mercat está palmant i tu estàs holding

Yesterday I ran into Aleix and he told me that he had gossip

That he owned info, he had good references

He didn't know why, but news were stocking up

The market is croaking and you're holding.

Tira la manta, peli de terror

No vulguis correr a la sort del traïdor

I esque et miro davant de la platja i em dius que no, que no

Throw the blanket, horror movie

You better not want to run a traitor's end

And I look at you in front of the beach and you tell me no, no.

Que no ho pots evitar, ja no saps com fer-ho

T'ha arribat a les mans, un coti ben salsero

Que ha mogut tot el mercat, no te'l pots treure del cap

Si vols aquest secret, per tres l'hauràs de canviar

That you can't help it, you don't know how to keep doing it

A very juicy gossip has reached you

Which has shaken all the market, you can't get it out of your head

If you want this secret, you'll have to exchange it for three others.

Repeat chorus.

VISCA!

Hurray! (Note: sardana dances end by all the dancers holding their hands to the middle and shouting "visca!" together)

#the tyets #música #arts #sardana #bachata #music #folk music #sardanes #catalonia #urban music #translation #català #coses de la terra #cobla #coti x coti #folk dance

[anamelessfool]

Lil WIP of Chapter 15 because I guess each plot arc starts with a flashback

Primo [Irving] returns to the Ministry to follow through on his mother's final wish. He decides to stay for just a few days. Until he figures things out. Tags: Young Primo, Satanic Panic, 1970s Horror, Mystery Noir

Chapter 15: I Wanna Be Your Dog Comes Out Soon (Full Fic Here)

1972

They told Irving to wait, so he did. He watched the nun with pretty eyes and a firm walk sway down the hallway and out of sight, her heels echoing across the wide expanse of marble. He hadn't been to the Ministry since he was around ten, and even a decade on it felt just as huge as it was in his memory.

“Only for a few days,” he muttered to no one. Well, it wasn't no one, exactly. He adjusted the urn on his hip. Sister Nance, or at least what remained of her earthly vessel, had been there this entire time. When he packed up his car with items from the apartment he was certain he'd get evicted from. When he parked behind the diner. She was there, and he talked to her. “I'm leaving you here, then I'll be gone. But I'll stay just a few days.”

Nance had not spoken much about the Ministry with any enthusiasm until she got sick. Then it felt like that was all she could remember. She spoke about the grounds, the chores and how much she loved the garden there. She pulled memories from Primo that had long been buried by time. She said when she was there the words of her poetry poured out of her. The Void provided that, she said. It moved underfoot across the hallowed land, flowing deep below the Earth, eternal currents of limitless potential.

Ever since she left she said it was a struggle to write. Or, at least in her fading months, she felt that that was the case. She wanted to be there, after death, in the perpetual tides of creativity that ebbed and flowed from the Void itself.

He stood there for a few minutes more, debating how obedient he was going to be today. Perhaps if he walked just a few feet down the hallway, he would at least see if anyone was on their way and hurry back. He had a vague memory of the kitchen garden, of the cell he'd share with his father on his extended summer stays. Maybe a quick wander was in order, if only to see how the place had changed.

Irving strode a few feet down the hallway, admiring the sweep of stone archways overhead, the fifty year old hanging iron lamps fashioned to resemble globes nestled in batwings and claws. Through the walls he heard a bell ring from a distant tower, calling the congregation to what, he was unsure. He remembered a television program he saw, about some sort of convent or orphanage or someplace equally gothic and ecclesiastical. An orderly line of nuns in severe headwear processed while a bell rang. He thought back to his memories of his beatnik mother and wondered why on earth she ever thought that life to be appealing.

“L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser….”

A woman’s voice drifted down the hall. It was a familiar tune, from some origin unknown to Irving. It was one of those classical refrains, something that hinted at refinement and high art. He himself had the most crude understanding of both of those things, and yet the sound lured him forward.

“Et c'est l'autre que je préfère…Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît…”

Like a dutiful beast he moved towards the sound, stopping in front of a closed set of doors. Should he…open it? Couldn't hurt, he reasoned as he teased the door open. Worst case he could pretend to be lost.

A figure stood silhouetted against the crown glass panes of the choir room. It was a tall woman nestled in a luxurious red silk cape, her blonde hair thick and long down her back. As she sung to herself her hands were outstretched, longing. The gloves were tipped with bronze claws, flashing as the fingers beckoned an imaginary lover.

“Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime…Si je t'aime prends garde à toi…Prends garde à toi!”

She finished her song, chuckling to herself. Her voice was deep, low. It had a timbre to it that made Irving draw closer. She must have felt his approach, for as he stepped into the room she turned to face him.

He saw her skull.

He took a step back, jarred by the stark white on black. For an instant he thought it was her true face, but then after a few stunned blinks he realized it was a visage painted on her skin.

The eye was real though.

The whitened eye with the pinhole iris, staring. Dead but living, a step away from reality.

The Eye Knew more about him than he did himself.

The woman had an air of surprise that settled into a conspiratorial smirk. The eye burned. “Are you lost?”

“I think so. Sorry to disturb—”

“You did not disturb me at all,” she said. “I'm always available for my flock.”

“I'm not…actually…”

“Interloper then?” She stepped towards him with small movements of her feet that gave the impression of her gliding across the floor like a phantom. “Even better.”

She peered into him and seemed to drink up his silence, privately entertained by his puzzled expression. By the fact that even as horror flashed across his face, his feet moved him towards her. “I…am Mater Emerita Jocasta. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh.” Irving felt his face burning, and he knew from this point forward anything he said would sound stupid. “Is that…important?”

“What, the fact that I am the spiritual leader of this Church, Provider of our UnHoly Relic of the Void, Queen of Hell herself or the idea that I am pleased to meet you?”

“…both?”

She tilted her head with elegance. “I am more pleased to meet you.”

“I've come to…well…” he gestured to the urn under his arm. “My mother loved her time here.”

The Papessa’s brow furrowed, realizing with a soft frown. “I'm sorry,” she said.

“It's okay.” He smiled crookedly. “At least we got the ‘Meeting the family’ part out of the way.”

Jocasta paused. Her eyes widened, then she smiled broadly, her teeth almost bared. “You! Fiend!”

They shared a gentle laugh together. “What else can I do,” Irving said. “I'm Irving. Irving Olson.”

“I was certain your name was Primo,” she said. “You are Nihil's son are you not? You stoop like him. Pretending you aren't tall.”

“You were expecting me?”

Jocasta scoffed. “Nihil has done nothing but talk about you lately! You've come here to stay?”

“No…” Irving looked down, feeling a small smile on his face. “Are you and Nihil…”

“Close? Friends, yes. He is my mentor,” Jocasta said. Her face dropped into a smirk. She brought her hand up to the side of his head, drawing across his jaw with a single bronze nail. Irving felt the electricity shoot down his nerves through the touch of the cold metal across his face. “I prefer younger men,” she purred.

“I'm a musician too,” Irving blurted out for reasons beyond his own understanding. “Guitar. I sing…a little.”

“Oh? Runs in the family,” Jocasta said. “Your father inspired me to join. My first night in New York City, I see him play at a bar…” She sighed, wistful. “Haunting. Thrilling. I got off of one bus and onto another, bound for here.”

“But you did opera previously.” Primo found himself stepping closer to her, now nearly in her arms, growing in confidence.

“I was raised in it,” she said. “Throw a rock in Vienna and you will find an opera singer. It’s not that remarkable.”

The door opened and four figures stepped into the choir room. They were uniformed in black, their faces concealed by ominous metal masks. They didn’t settle on their feet like a human did, rather they simply stood there, hands lowered, their eyes shaded in shadow. “Yes, of course,” Jocasta said, as if replying to an unheard voice.

Primo held the urn a bit more tightly. “Who are they?”

“Oh them? Demons.” Her eyes narrowed in amusement. “Mass is shortly. You…and your mother are invited, of course. You get to see what I’m capable of. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“I guess it would,” he replied. “I'm not staying here long.”

Irving thought he saw the smallest gesture of a lip bite. Of a seductive peek of the tip of her tongue across her painted lips. “Of course you're not. What is a few days anyway?”

He felt a sudden reluctance to leave.

#papa emeritus i #ghost fanfiction #young primo

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December 2022 Day 1- Ice

@maribat-calendar-events (forgot the tag yesterday)

The quiet murmur of people filled the banquet hall, as business leaders and political figures mingled. The venue was beautiful if a bit dull, with a monochrome color scheme it was classy but not very exciting to look at. What really caught people's attention was the intricately carved ice sculpture in the middle of the room.

Six feet tall, the crystal ice depicted a peacock in full plumage. Each feather was meticulously carved in detail and the whole piece was lit up with purple, blue and green lights. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the sculpture. Well… most people's eyes.

“26…27…28…” In one corner of the room, the Wayne children, both honorary and adopted, gathered and watched as Stephanie tossed mini quiches into Jason’s mouth. The longest streak they had going was 40 before Tim accidentally walked into the middle of it and got hit by a tiny meatball.

Some of the Wayne kids were more into it than others. “This is absurd. We’ve been watching this for an hour.” To no one’s surprise, Damian was the first to complain. “At this point we may as well just talk to those capitalist scum and coerce their money from them.”

“31…32…” 

“I’m going to stop you right there Babybird. Marinette?” Marinette took a hold of Damian’s hand both calming him down slightly and preventing him from leaving and starting trouble. “Thanks. The one goal we have been given tonight is to cause as little a commotion as possible. If you go and talk to those people, you’re going to end up stabbing one of them. I love you Damian, but no.”

“Can we at least do something else then? Watching Todd eat is disgusting.”

“Well what do you suggest?”

“Oh! I know! Let’s play ‘Would you rather’” Marinette suggested excitedly. Domain nodded his head in agreement. 

“Ok, let’s do that. I’ll start.” Dick thought for a moment “Would you rather… fight condiment king or cluemaster?”

“That’s an easy one. Cluemaster.” Damian looked over at Marinette and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Cluemaster? Seriously? I understand that he’s not a particularly difficult opponent but, would you honestly choose the tougher of the two opponents?”

“Look, I’ve tried to get mustard stains out of clothing before. It’s not worth the trouble. And do you think I’m going to be scared of some guy who asks trivia questions? Next to riddles, trivia questions are my forte.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tim glared at Dick. “Nice going. You started a lover’s quarrel in one sentence.” Dick just rubbed his temple to get rid of his headache.

“Ok but, it will take far more time to take down Cluemaster. If I have to fight either of those embarrassments then I want to make it go by as quickly as possible.” 

“I can’t believe,” Marinette looked at him with utter betrayal on her face. “The next time you fight Condiment King, you can get the stains out yourself. Duke, you're with me on this right?” 

Duke pondered the question for a moment before nodding his head. “Yeah. Honestly, if I don’t have to look at Condiment King then I won’t.” He shuddered a bit. “It’s a horror show.” Marinette pumped her fist in victory. At least before Cass stepped closer to Damian, proving where her loyalties lied.

“Et tu, Cass?” Stephanie looked over from where she was still throwing food at Jason. She swiftly abandoned the hor d'oeuvres  and raced to where Marinette was standing. “I’m with Paris over here. I’ll take any chance to beat the living tar out of Cluemaster.”

Damian clicker his tongue. “You're biased, your opinion doesn’t count.”

“It definitely counts, you little Gremlin. I dare you to say that to my face.”

“Are you deaf, Brown? I just said it to your face.”

Before Stephanie could rush over, Dick got in between the two groups. “Ok, settle down. It’s a hypothetical question. No need to get so heated up about it. How about we move on.” They all looked at each other and nodded in silence to leave things alone for now. “Ok…” He paused for a moment, taking suspicious glances at everyone, not believing their easy acceptance. “Who wants to ask the next question?”

Before anyone else could speak up, Jason decided it was time for a bit of chaos at this Wayne gala. “Who would you rather have on your side, Wonder Woman or Superman?” And just like that, the lines were drawn, and there was no going back. Tables were set up dividing the opposing camps.

And it wasn’t long before shots were taken. When they were later questioned by Bruce who threw the first the first creampuff, no one could remember, but from there it turned into a full blown food fight that Dick was helpless to stop. When a stray mini cheesecake hit another patron, all chaos broke loose, as people tried to shuffle away from the war happening in the corner. But people couldn’t move fast enough. Soon, guests were bumping into each other, trying to prevent the deserts from ruining their clothes valued at thousands of dollars. 

And that was when tragedy struck. As a socialite desperately tried to flee, she bumped into a big named politician. The momentum of the push caused him to stagger, and unable to stop, he crashed into the ice sculpture at the center of the banquet hall. With the sudden deafening shattering of the ice, silence consumed the room.

A few moments later, Bruce walked into the hall from the balcony and abruptly stopped. The event that was once simple and elegant now had food stains on the wall, ice melting all of the floor and his family was there in the corner, looking straight at him, no guilt in their eyes. Feeling the headache build in the back of his head, Bruce took out his phone and called the PR representative to try and salvage the situation.

#daminette december #daminette december 2022 #no romance just chaos #maribat event #maribat #did not think just wrote #daminette

[skaruresonic]

About Sonic 3, I feel the only reason the fandom (and what I assume is non-fandom becayse most of their exposure to Maria as a character amounts to "she dies lmao") wants to see her death on-screen so much is because it'll be a "funni maymay" like "this kid-friendly movie has a freaking child get shot on-screen, funniest shit I've ever seen".

Like, remember the very first trailer for the first movie? Did you know that a good number of recent comments under it are actually sad that the movie didn't turn out as bad as it could have been and wasn't a "giant memefest" that people could "enjoy" in an ironic sense? It's just the lowest hanging fruit for those who just want to meme on the movie.

Tangent, but I'm actually interested to see how much this crowd overlaps with the crowd which swears up and down that Mr. Principles is Quintessential Sonic, and if you don't agree, something must be wrong with you on a moral and psychological level. Folks who cry the moral high ground the hardest tend to make for the biggest hypocrites lol.

Dead Maria jokes are nothing new. Fandom's cracked them since time immemorial. The thing is, though, I would think that 23 years since SA2's release, people would be past that and maybe try to follow in ST's stead of giving her life more importance than her death. Because there is absolutely merit to the idea that she only died to give the men around her something to angst about... But the solution to that isn't to voyeuristically focus on her demise to the point of making it a meme?

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Like, remember the very first trailer for the first movie? Did you know that a good number of recent comments under it are actually sad that the movie didn't turn out as bad as it could have been and wasn't a "giant memefest" that people could "enjoy" in an ironic sense?

(and what I assume is non-fandom because most of their exposure to Maria as a character amounts to "she dies lmao")

Well, considering nonfans seldom respect Sonic as a franchise because of muh inconsistency, I'm inclined to not give their opinion any merit. They can come back when they've played the games. Not holding my breath for that one lol.

I'm just baffled that fans are also clamoring to see Maria get shot onscreen because it's like, et tu, Brutus? You should be past this kind of childishness by now. Much like how Shadow's backstory cannot retroactively become any Deeper by cramming in more pointless angst, seeing her die for the hundredth time will make her death seem more overplayed than poignant. At this point, asking to see her die is just a voyeuristic desire to see suffering for suffering's sake.

Also, if you think about it, neither X nor ShTH showed her explicitly getting shot. They just heavily implied it, to varying degrees of tastefulness (including the sound of the gunshot was... not ShTH's best decision, to put it extremely lightly, but at the very least the game didn't show the bullet going into her body).

I really don't mean to be the "don't have fun" guy. However, seeing everything about Maria online get boiled down to her death, her memory being dangled like a carrot to get a Pavlovian reaction out of Shadow, or her being dismissed entirely as a "generic" character really bugs me as a fan of the character. I'll be the first to admit her handling has flaws and maybe isn't the most fleshed-out portrayal around, but I also feel fandom exacerbates these problems by further objectifying her in this manner. Again, nobody's out here cracking Tikal stampede jokes every time her name crops up.

The whole point of Maria's character is that she's a normal girl, and it is a tragedy that her life was senselessly cut short. She isn't some great scientist like her cousin and grandfather, nor does she need to be. She represents humanity's capacity for goodness in spite of the horrors it inflicts.

Can you imagine the strength of character it must take not to hate the people who hunted you down and shot you, and instead retain your hopes for mankind's happiness? Where do you think Shadow gets it from? Gerald didn't give him a soul identical to hers for no reason.

but nah let's pop a cap in her ass so Shadow can do a cri

#asks

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The Ides of March — a day of the assassination of Julius Caesar in 44 BC — that forever changed history.

Julius Caesar's bloody assassination on 15 March 44 BC, forever marked March 15, or the Ides of March, as a day of infamy.

It has fascinated scholars and writers ever since. For ancient Romans living before that event, however, an ides was merely one of several common calendar terms used to mark monthly lunar events.

The ides simply marked the appearance of the full moon.

But Romans would soon learn to beware the Ides of March.

That iconic phrase came to represent a day of abrupt change, setting off a ripple of repercussions throughout Roman society and beyond.

By the time of Caesar, Rome had a long-established republican government headed by two consuls with joint powers.

Praetors were one step below consuls in the power chain and handled judicial matters.

A body of citizens formed the Senate proposed legislation, which general people's assemblies then approved by vote.

A special temporary office, that of dictator, was established for use only during times of extreme civil unrest.

Romans had no love for kings. According to legend, they expelled their last one in 509 BC.

While Caesar had made pointed and public displays of turning down offers of kingship, he showed no reluctance to accept the office of “dictator for life” in February of 44 BC.

This action may have sealed his fate in the minds of his enemies. 

Caesar had pushed the envelope for some time before his death.

“Caesar was the first living Roman ever to appear on the coinage.”

Normally, honor was reserved for deities. He notes that some historians suspect that Caesar might have been attempting to establish a cult in his honor in a move toward deification.

Plot's conspirators, who termed themselves as “liberators,” had to move quickly as Caesar had plans to leave Rome for a campaign against Parthians.

Two days before his departure, he was summoned to Senate for what would be a fateful meeting.

Conspirators gathered around Caesar and stabbed him to death as the rest of the Roman Senate watched in horror.

Whether or not Caesar was a true tyrant is debated still to this day.

It is safe to say, however, that in the mind of Marcus Brutus, who helped mastermind the attack, the threat Caesar posed to republican system was clear.

Brutus was famously portrayed in William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar as a tragic hero, while Caesar was written as an unequivocal tyrant.

In the play, Caesar sees Brutus among the crowd of assassins and says of the betrayal with his dying breath, "Et tu, Brute?" 

Brutus's involvement in the murder is made tragic given his close affiliations with Caesar.

His mother, Servilia, was one of Caesar's lovers. And although Brutus had fought against Caesar during Rome's recent civil war, he was spared from death and later promoted by Caesar to office of praetor.

Brutus, however, was torn in his allegiance to Caesar. Brutus's family had a tradition of rejecting authoritarian powers.

Ancestor Junius Brutus was credited with throwing out the last king of Rome, Tarquin Superbus, in 509 BC.

Ahala, an ancestor of Marcus Brutus's mother, had killed another tyrant, Spurius Maelius.

This lineage, coupled with a strong interest in Greek idea of tyranicide, disposed Brutus to have little patience with perceived power grabbers.

The final blow came when his uncle Cato, a father figure to Brutus, killed himself after losing in a battle against Caesar in 46 BC.

Brutus may have felt shame over accepting Caesar's clemency and obligation to do Cato honor by continuing his quest to “save” the republic from Caesar, Osgood speculated.

It is this moral dilemma that has caused debate over whether or not Brutus should be branded a villain.

Plutarch's Life of Brutus is quite sympathetic in comparison to surviving documents naming other enemies of Caesar and his successors. 

📷 : The Ides of March XLIV BC; Oil on Panel by Stephen Gjertson (Old Parkland Art Collection, Dallas)

#Ides of March #Julius Caesar #Marcus Brutus #15 March 44 BC #Ancient Rome #Roman Senate #William Shakespeare #Junius Brutus #Tarquin Superbus #Ahala #Spurius Maelius #Cato #Plutarch #Life of Brutus #March 15 #assassination #Et tu #Et tu Brute?

[nova2cosmos-blogrequests]

Est ce que tu peut me dessiner stp 🥺, ce lui de mon blog, le chat vert xD, si tu peut… et aussi à mon OC Dex avec Horror SI TÚ PEUT TwT…

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[21/25 slots]

#answered #ask box #art requests blog #nova2cosmos art #art requests open #my art #utmv #sans oc #oc art #undertale #sans au #sona art

[magnoliasandarson]

Author's Secret- Part 11: The Great Gatsby

When Jason was throwing up, Dick was looking at him in pity/horror not because he was freaked out by vomit (obviously), but because he did the same thing when Bruce showed him Robin. Both of them were physically unable to accept Bruce's kindness.

The title is not referring to Bruce as Gatsby, its referring to Jason. Jason wanted to be a doctor when he was little, he wanted to make it out of the alley for his mom. When he got picked up by Bruce he reinvented himself to the point where people could never associate the second Robin with a starving alley rat.

The final line is a reference to Shakespeare's Caesar. Dick said, "Et tu, Jason." but he never really read the play. When Jason replies, "Then fall, Richard." he's actually completing the line from the play, just sticking Dick's name in for Caesar. This isn't super important, but I love the idea of Jason being a closet theatre kid.

Go read Saga of a Spare Stray on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52221799/chapters/133819732

#jason todd #author's note #fanfic #ao3 #dick grayson #bruce wayne #the author speaks #batman #batfam

[maddiesbookshelves]

Le Patient, by Timothé Le Boucher

The police arrests a young girl wandering the streets covered in blood and holding a knife. When they go to her house, they discover the dreadful scene of a massacre: her whole family has been murdered... Six years later, Pierre Grimaud, the sole survivor of the "Corneilles street massacre" wakes up from a deep coma. The 15 year-old teenager that he was at the time is now a young man aged 21. Disoriented, still paralized and suffuring from partial amnesia, he is put under the care of doctor Anna Kieffer, a psychologist who specialises in criminology and victimology. During their sessions, Anna tries to help Pierre remember the circumstances that led to the tragedy despite his memory loss. Pierre mentions a mysterious "man in black" haunting his dreams, a possible trauma response. After several sessions, Anna finds Pierre to be sensitive and intelligent. Moved by his story, she even starts taking a liking to him. With time, they develop a real sense of complicity. Anna can't imagine how this patient will forever change her life...

Would I recommend it to anyone? Like all of Timothé Le Boucher's work, you've got to look up potential trigger warnings (you can always ask me by the way, I'll answer as best I can), but otherwise yeah, I'd definitely recommend it. Well, you've got to appreciate mind games, mysteries and horror but yeah

Level of (dis)satisfaction based on the summary and my expectations? I thought Le Patient had come out before Ces Jours qui Disparaissent so I thought Le Boucher's art and the overall plot would be between this and Dans les vestiaires. Turns out I was wrong, it came out after and it's even better, so I was pleasantly surprised

My thoughts on it? All of Thimoté Le Boucher's preferred themes are back, aka time, identity and memory. His characters are always complex and intriguing, and his way of telling a story by turning it on its head always impresses me. I want to read 47 Cordes so bad, but the end isn't out yet so I'm gonna wait, otherwise I'm going to suffer

French version under the cut

La police arrête une jeune fille errant dans la rue, couverte de sang, un couteau à la main. En se rendant chez elle, les agents découvrent avec effroi une scène de massacre : toute sa famille a été assassinée... 6 ans plus tard, Pierre Grimaud, l’unique survivant du « massacre de la rue des Corneilles », se réveille d’un profond coma. L’adolescent de 15 ans qu’il était au moment des faits est aujourd’hui un jeune homme de 21 ans. Désorienté, encore paralysé et souffrant d’amnésie partielle, il est pris en charge par le docteur Anna Kieffer, psychologue spécialisée sur les questions de criminologie et de victimologie. Pendant leurs séances, Anna tente de l’amener à se souvenir des circonstances du drame, malgré ses pertes de mémoire. Pierre lui évoque la présence mystérieuse d’un « homme en noir » qui hante ses rêves, probable réponse inconsciente à son traumatisme. Après plusieurs rendez-vous, Anna découvre en Pierre un être sensible et très intelligent. Touchée par son histoire, elle se met même à le prendre en affection. Petit à petit, une véritable complicité s’installe entre eux. Anna n’imagine pas à quel point ce patient va changer sa vie…

Est-ce que tu le conseillerais à quelqu’un ? Comme les autres Timothé Le Boucher, il faut se renseigner sur les TW potentiels mais sinon carrément. Après faut aimer les jeux mentaux, les mystères et l’horreur

Niveau de déception/satisfaction par rapport au résumé et tes attentes ? Je pensais que Ces jours qui disparaissent était sorti en dernier, du coup je pensais que Le Patient serait entre ça et Dans les vestiaires niveau dessins et histoire, mais en fait Le Patient est sorti en troisième. Du coup j’ai été très agréablement surprise

Avis sans spoiler ? On retrouve les thèmes de prédilection de Timothé Le Boucher, soit le temps, l’identité et la mémoire. Ses personnages sont toujours complexes et intrigants et sa manière de raconter l’histoire en la retournant sur elle-même m’impressionnent toujours. J’ai énormément envie de lire 47 Cordes mais pour l’instant la fin n'est pas encore sortie alors je vais attendre parce que je sais que je vais souffrir

#timothé le boucher #le patient #roman graphique #graphic novels #books #booklr #booklr community #book recs #book recommendations #book reviews #french #french books #french authors