one problem with a theatrical adaption of tlt is htn, where the reveal that Gideon lives on works because of the change of second person to first.
the only way i can think of it working is that the actor playing gideon works backstage, like the lights system (but is hidden from the audience aside from subtle hints)
the biggest hint is when when wake breaches pal's river bubble she 'breaks' the lighting system and the stage goes dark. harrow is ushered into the wings by pal so she doesn't see anything, but the lights flick back on just before the curtains drop for a scene change, and pal looks directly up at the light box in surprise and smiles. if the audience is quick to turn around they can see a flash of a black robe.
Oh boy my friend, have you come to the right place!!
So, fun fact about ninja. Bear with me, I am going somewhere with this. The image of a ninja covered head to toe in black, with a hood and mask, comes from Kabuki theatre. It was originally a stagehand uniform. Like stagehands in modern theatre, stagehands in Kabuki would wear all black to signify that they were not really there, and whatever effect they were causing (carrying a prop, creating a breeze, ect.) was to be taken as happening on its own. Basic stagehand stuff, a lot of productions in many styles around the world do it, especially if they don't have fancy rigging systems.
Someone (I don't remember who now, or in what play) had the idea to dress the ninja in a production up as a stagehand. In the convention of the theatre, this made them invisible. The audience was already so used to ignoring stagehands, they didn't know any more than the characters that the ninja was present, despite the actor being clearly visible on stage. Which meant when the ninja struck, it was as if out of nowhere. I can only imagine the uproar in the theatre the first time it happened. It worked so well as to become commonplace, and the rest is history. The popular image of a ninja is still a kabuki stagehand.
So, back to the stage play of Harrow the Ninth. I think you've hit almost exactly on how to incorporate the Gideon twist into a theatrical production. But not as a lighting tech. Gideon is a stage hand. Maybe there would be more than one stagehand, maybe she would be the only one, but she would operate in full view of the audience, literally setting the scenes. I think it works best if she's the only one, but if the production needs more, she should subtly stand out in some way.
As the play went on, we would notice that this one stage hand... increasingly interacts with Harrow, though Harrow never acknowledges it. At first it might look like she's playing Harrow's necromancy, because that would be the main special effect she would need to help with. When Harrow is unconscious at the end of a scene, it's always the same stagehand carrying her out. But we all know she's not really there. Until Palamedes acknowledges her. Turns to look right at her, and speaks to her.
I can see the scene clearly. He would look at her, stunned, until Gideon finally took off her mask. The line "Kill us twice, shame on God," would be addressed to Gideon, and then he would turn back to Harrow, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her to go. Gideon, always out of Harrow's line of sight, would guide Harrow away while Harrow looked back at Palamedes.
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Getting ready for a shop drop!! Gonna have a bunch of these lil zipper bags out of the Soda Cup warp!
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12/04 - D-21
in the morning, i went to a workshop all about the science of surgery. it was held at a really big and important university! i had lots of fun with my friend, and learnt quite a bit!
we made a little stop at muji afterwords but i didn’t buy anything ):
i came home and went over some very overdue anki flashcards for bio AND chem. then, i went over some of the new bio flashcards. i finished going over genetics flashcards after so long! now, i just need to do exam questions and keep going over them.
semi-productive but fun day!
p.s the whiteboard doesn’t make sense because i write multiple answers for multiple cards on the same whiteboard.
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THE SOLVER OF THE ABSOLUTE FABRIC
THE VOID
THE EXPONENTIAL END
(Obsidian/Coal/Oilslick)
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workshop
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Crazy that before we even have a TEASER for season 2, we already have word of a 3rd season ... (ty Deven Mack you rock)
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Working on a red wolf head with a hinged jaw, suitable for Yo-SD sized ball jointed dolls.
Edit: ID in alt text
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I stumbled across your Orestia poem and happened to have seen the exact production the program was for which is very cool (can tell bc font and vocabulary), now I'm curious how you source your material for your found poetry, is it just stuff you come across in life or is it more purposeful?
Oh wow! A large chunk of the cast and crew have also found the poem and have been very excited about it in my notes, haha. I plan to go to the next production that company does (I had to miss the most recent one due to disabilities), and I'll be asking for an extra program to chop up, so if you see me (look for the hyperrealistic cat ears, gold cane, and an outfit that looks like I lost a fight with a clothing store), feel free to say hi! I'll be there with my girlfriend.
It's a bit of a mix—I also collage, so I have a pretty hefty stack of national geographic magazines. Most of the time I use anything that catches my eye, or that I have a particular interest in. I find that shorter texts are easier to work with as opposed to using a whole magazine (my dear mutual @plasmapop has done some incredible stuff with entire magazines; go check out his work!), so I like to cut up individual articles, or work exclusively with captions, etc. I also just use any text that I can find, such as flyers, handouts, programs, even my hospital discharge papers—the joy of found poetry is that you can make poetry from anything, if you're looking to.
The poetry comes from the text; when I chop up a text and rearrange it, I'm really focused on how the new poem relates back to/is in dialogue with what it transforms. In that sense, it's deliberate, but it's less so that I "choose" a text for a poem and more that I read something and go, "aha! I can make something out of this!" Other times I do actively look for something, but this happens almost exclusively with wikipedia articles. Two examples that aren't wiki article poems are these two older poems, where I knew I wanted to write poetry for NieR: Automata, and wanted to use text that appeared within the game.
With the Oresteia program poem, it was a mix of both—I knew walking in that I was probably going to cut up the program, but I wasn't sure what direction to take it in, outside of writing about greek tragedy. As you probably know, there's a bit of irony in taking a director's note that talks about breaking cycles and transforming it into a poem about inescapable narrative. The point where I understood the direction I wanted was when I had written the first draft of the first couplet:
which came to me very quickly; you can probably check this on your own copy of the program, but while I was cutting it into lines, my eyes jumped immediately from "You can't" to "go home," and I knew that that was going to be my opening and the point the poem returned to.
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So. I don't think I'm surviving this series and they just started filming.
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Last Line
Thanks for the tag, @bonheur-cafe! Here's something from part ii of the Parisian Summer AU. I cheated because I think it adds more context to the actual last line.
Before meeting TK, Carlos found the farmer’s market to be a kind of therapeutic solace. He would walk around and be surrounded by all the elements of what he loves so much.
Now, whenever he goes to the farmer’s market without TK by his side, Carlos feels like he’s missing an element of himself.
no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @orchidscript, @carlos-in-glasses, @freneticfloetry, @welcometololaland, and @three-drink-amy :)
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hey honestly sorry for reading in bad faith a post that was personal. you dont deserve to be treated badly and i hope you know its okay to not always be the bigger person
hey, thank you! i was kind of surprised/confused, not offended, but appreciate you reaching out again. i think there's got to be a middle ground here between nonengagement/meanness. i would like to believe that i could feasibly respond in kind to people, but think, also, my refusal and/or inability to do that in some way illustrates my own decency. mostly, i want to be kind, and am working at that. it'd be nice if that was reciprocated but this seems to be my year for discovering that i can't lead other people by example, and can't change their behavior just in my heartbreak over it. such is life! such is life! maybe all that kindness will come in time.
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lorena cingolani as rumpleteazer in an in-costume interview, toronto 1986 (x)
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Love & Other Drugs, 2010
Directed by Edward Zwick
Cinematography by Steven Fierberg
Production design by Patti Podesta
Art Direction by Gary Kosko
Set Decoration by Meg Everist
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first lines/last fics x 10
the most wonderful @pellaaearien tagged me <3
Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
im gonna cheat a little –– at the moment I only have four published fics/ WIPs (at least, four that survived the Great Purge when my hs deleted my school-affiliated google drive acct >:( ), so I'm gonna quietly count hounds’ latest chapter as a new thing (it may as well be with how goddamn long it’s taking me) and throw in a few starter lines from non-fandom poems/prose I’ve worked up lately :)
hounds ch. I –– There are parts of his life Hob Gadling sometimes wishes to forget.
hounds ch. XLII –– It feels too lonely, he decides, to be itinerant for the holidays –– and there is a new bounty of flora blooming between his ribs, a richness of petal-soft, fine-veined feeling, that makes him less jittery, less inclined to running.
sanctus dentes/canem dei –– “You don’t love me.”
l’enfer, le ciel –– April in Paris, 1934.
tidings of comfort and joy –– “Perfect weather for a ride,” says Squire Teleute de Morte Endelēas.
and here’s the non-fandom stuff <3
our lady of august –– August of ‘92 is like living in the mouth of a dog.
the saint of the mouth and the 32 teeth –– And on the 1st day, my Lord-God furnished his mouth-saint / with the fruit-cutters, the castanets and rabbit-chatterers, / and he speaketh thus ––
hagiography of st. mawr –– Arise, you cant’ring colt –– you foam-mouthed maw, / bedecked in jockey’s blood.
james dean –– You Speedster slugger, ye of turned-up collar, eyes / retaining stares all soft and swoony –– pass the crown / –– or sanguine jacket –– like a sainted relic down / for us, not quite so suave (misangled grins) our guise / a touch disjoint.
shame and country hunting –– Oh my chosen pillar, I loved and love you like a dog, / all fine incisors.
tagging the homies, the loves, the lights of souls!! as ever, not a jot of obligation –– we are neighbors in an indie coming-of-age film where our bedroom windows face each other and this is a wave from my window to yours @fishfingersandscarves, @dancinbutterfly, @wordsinhaled, @menthol-drops, @wizardofgoodfortune, @ghostboyjules, @moorishflower, @aberfaeth, @teejaystumbles, @mandolinearts <3 <3 <3
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