#the restorer

[sasster]

In Limbo

Uhm! This is a good time to post a drabble, hm? [Doc] —

And so it happens that an overabundance of caution can present as more of a detriment than self-preservation in the grand scheme. How else could it be that Aelium allowed himself to toil over the implications of his brush with death when at the heart of his city lives a church that specializes in such matters? Why does he feel like a stranger, spot-lit by the moons that dance through stained glass stretching high above him, that sticks out in the manner that a sore thumb might?

Nevermind that he is indeed a transplant into this city, an expat from an evil forest the likes of which one might find in a child’s tale. It’s a wonder this is his first stroke with death, when he thinks about the nature of his upbringing in that context. Nevermind, still, that he has never so much as set foot in a church, carnival, or whatever else the subjugating caste comes to call their ensembles.

Shouldn’t this be his natural habitat?

Right, well, he knows that to be an illogical response to the frustration rising for his inability to help himself. That helplessness roots him a short distance from the main entrance of the House of Restoration’s main building. If it were only as simple as a bird spreading its wings and taking easy flight to have the conversations that he needs to have.

He has only vocalized once or twice by now, his gripe with his journey across to the otherside. What could the Restorer tell him about death that he did not experience first hand, anyway?

That thought almost makes up his mind to flee this space that he does not belong in, but not before someone approaches him from somewhere to his right, his heart nearly jumps out of his throat when they address him.

”Dr. Lycaon. This is a surprise.” They speak with a gentle tone, one likely borne of sweeps of practice with assuming a tone and posture to make themselves appear less imposing.  To appear like less of a threat. Aelium knows that game well. “Are you just visiting then?”

After adjusting to the shock of being referred to by name, he turns to face the stranger and suddenly finds himself lacking the knowledge of how one should address a religious elder. Sure it can be argued that the church is only a clown church in that it is a church run by someone painted to look like a clown, but even the most unorthodox of followings have their traditions and routines.

There are expectations and the realization that Aelium does not know what any of them are coils like a snake around his neck, laying its girth heavily upon his chest.

In short, the inexperienced purple blood chokes on his tongue at the sight of Father Roatus, the man he made the trip up to see, just as soon as they make eye contact.

Another wholly undo reaction as the priest's demeanor does not betray his reputation. He stands with his arms folded in front of him, patiently waiting for a response to his inquiry. There is not even the undertone of a threat that he’d often detected from his own ancestor during their visits, the principal reason Aelium sought to find a third party to vent his fears to.

By all accounts, on surface level at least, the Restorer is just a kindly old man. A kindly old man whose presence seems to make Aelium incapable of drawing in a breath.

The irony is not lost on him, either. Purple blood doctor with a soft touch and even softer bedside manner that new patients can never seem to come to terms with the first go around, meet the priest of a clown church with kind eyes that always makes the time to lend an ear. Two oxymorons walk into a bar.

What’s the punchline?

Aelium opens his mouth, but the snake of his anxiety establishes its dominance by tightening around him. He wishes he knew why this was so difficult.

The elder purple blood takes a glance around the room, seemingly surveying those of his following that mill about in their duties and worship. “Perhaps somewhere a bit more private will suit your purposes?” He offers in a voice only meant for Aelium’s ears.

“I,” he swallows. “I think that would help.”

Father Roatus nods and turns to walk, he leads his new sheep down a corridor built for something much larger than the pair. If the Dominion were known for leaving his domain, these high ceilings and wide berth provided by the hall would suit him nicely.

The Restorer is not friends with the Dominion, but Aelium wonders about the stoic priest’s ability to make friends in the first place. From what he saw of the man’s children in public, they at least seem to be pretty reasonable and personable.

He winces at the judgment he passed, suddenly feeling mean for having passed it on the man he sought out for help.

When they arrive at what Aelium assumes to be the man’s study, a comfortable space with shelves full of books lining the walls and the feature of a desk more fit for large projects than paperwork, the doctor is overcome by a feeling he can only describe as serenity. Loath as he is to use the word.

They take their seats at opposite ends of the table, that up close looks made custom with carvings of little mantis heads along the edge, and Aelium finds himself fidgeting with the edge of his sweater. He curses himself for not bringing along one of the knick knacks from his own desk to save him from his idle hands.

The Restorer says nothing, maybe he is wondering what the hell is wrong with this kid. Maybe no thoughts pass behind his eyes at all.

“Uhm, I heard about Marrie.”

“Oh, yes. Information tends to find itself into anyones ears these days,” he pauses and gives him a once over. “Do you suppose that your medical know-how will be of use to her?”

“No! Uhm, sorry, I just wanted to extend my condolences, I am sorry she was hurt is all.” He wants to kick himself for saying sorry in the same sentence.

“Yes? I will ensure they reach her, then.”

Aelium nods, finding it suddenly difficult to navigate words around his own tongue.

“I assume this is not what brings you.”

“It is not,” now, finding himself unable to make eye contact, he focuses his attention on his hands under the table. “I died recently.”

“Is that right?”

Aelium looks up to see the priest watching with eyes that refuse to tell him what he is thinking, his own eyes darting around in search of answers to the questions he is too afraid to ask. The features of the other man are no help, only a pair of nicely groomed eyebrows raised ever so slightly and the pencil thin line that his lips pull together in.

There is nothing. He is unreadable. Aelium has had just about enough of nothing lately.

“Only for a moment, I think? I was stabbed in the heart.”

“I see.” Maybe he is sick of people coming to him with this issue, his daughter literally just had this catastrophic incident, and here is Aelium begging him to help make his problems go away. So what if he has a death church that has his name on the door, why is any of this his problem. “Now you feel lost?”

Aelium takes in a shaky breath and tries to remind himself that his anxious thoughts are not rooted in reality. But at the same time he is stricken by a vivid memory of the inky black nothingness he experienced, it stabs directly into his heart. He feels his limbs start to grow cold, as if his body were reacting to hypothermia and evacuating his extremities to more important organs, like his heart that is doing its best to jump out of his mouth.

“There was nothing.” He whispers.

“Why is that so terrible? That there was nothing?”

An answer does not come quickly to Aelium, instead, his mind is clouded by the nothingness that he swam through for an eternity and for no time at all, before he knows it tears spill over his cheeks. He gasps for air, but his lungs do not work very hard to aid him in that quest, and he feels a bit stupid. He blubbers like a baby in front of this old man that definitely did not ask for it.

Ailzea does not move, not at first, hands folded on the table in front of him, perhaps he lacks the know-how in comforting a stranger having a breakdown in his office.

For a few moments more, Aelium sits there sobbing, and his shoulders begin to shake, big globs of tears streak down and make a mess of his shirt and the table before him. “I am terrified.” He finally manages, his voice strained by the force. “I am terrified of nothing.”

He does not hear the older troll rise, gaze still on the table in front of him, nor does he hear him walk to this side of the table. He remains ignorant of the movement until the priest wraps his arms around him and pulls him in for a hug.

“I am sorry to hear this, my child,” he says softly, one hand moving up to pet his hair as the doctor turns to bury his face into his robes, staining them with his tears now. “Thank you for sharing this with me, I will do my best to take care of you in your time of need.”

Aelium grips uselessly at his robes and lets out one more desperate sob before nodding back into the safety of the embrace.

#coko writes sometimes #the restorer #aelium #long post

[jenbobbyy]

SOMEThing is up with my pc huh

#imscared #imscared a pixelated nightmare #the restorer #castlekid #whiteface #unknown specimen 1 #ivan zanotti

[accidental-spice]

Reasons you should read The Restorer, by Sharon Hinck

The main character is a forty-something married woman with four kids, and she's depicted as totally AWESOME, but not a totally perfect obnoxious girlboss™

And there's no cheating plotlines, none of that NONSENSE, she and her husband are happily married

Not to say they always have it easy. I feel like it's a very accurate depiction of a married relationship (said the single woman. But I'm basing it off my parents!)

The world building is so UNIQUE. A fascinating mixture of technology and fantasy, and they have such cool specific traditions

Just. The depth of faith represented, the uniqueness of each character's spiritual journey, the REALNESS of it. I've FELT some of those lines

Plus, it really reminds you how important it is to memorize Scripture, for situations when you NEED God's truth

The side characters are INSANELY good. We have such delightful gems as:

Tristan, a guardian who lost his wife to poison seasons ago, and at the start of the book, is tracking the poisoner. He's got one of those "everything is my responsibility" complexes, and he's a VERY sweet guy

Kieran, Tristan's conniving brother in law, who is eternally grumpy. One can't really be sure WHAT side he's on at first, but he occasionally shows a softer side, and there is DEFINITELY more to him than meets the eye

Cameron, who's technically a main villain. A power hungry council member who hates Tristan, and makes deals with people that can't be trusted. I hate his guts, but he should technically be counted

Wade, another guardian. He is kind of a himbo, and I love him so much

Linette, a songkeeper, which is kinda like a worship leader. She's a precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Protect her

Tristan's mom, Tara, the LEGEND. She's such an amazing mom

Nolan, a messenger from an enemy nation who's captured by the guardians and that's really all I can tell you but BOY does he get interesting

And many, many others

The RELATIONSHIPS

Also the main couple remind me SO much of my parents, it's AWESOME

Aaaand the second book is from my favorite character's point of view, it's AMAZING

My point is, read this book, it's so good, and so powerful

#the restorer #book recommendations #sword of lyric #sharon hinck #books #book reccs

[yenyenlive]

I love the teasers in IMSCARED

Recently there was a small little update said to be mostly to add a couple more languages and localizations as the game is getting ready to go to console and mobile... but the update also brought a couple things into the mix regarding the restorer.

Because I hope if you are interested, know that these secrets are way too secret.

#Imscared #imscared game #white face #yenplays #restorer #the restorer #imscared restorer #ivan zanoti #mymadnessworks #in reality I do not know what she means. The update was small but it made me smile from ear to ear.

[tamari-real]

oh hey look more art!

Demon slug boi: Most of this is art for the fantastic DATE TIME BY CATTRIGGER WHICH IS TBH RIGHT UP TUMBLR'S ALLEY GO CHECK IT OUT PLEASE-

Cyntipede: A Cyn art piece I only RECENTLY finished up after having started it in maybe like... april?

Catnap: catnap catnap catnap catnap-

Creepypasta looking girl: my headcanon design (to some extent) of Shannon Goldman from the Cult of X sonic.exe story.

Dragon thingy: CAROL BUCKETWOMAN (aka The Stanley Parable Reassurance Bucket's true form that gets described for less than a second in the Bucket's window ending)

Blue bird lady: My headcanon design for the Curator from The Stanley Parable! Pretty lady.

the falling ladies: Shannon Goldman (bottom), Diane Karolvich (middle), and The Restorer (top) on a mock manga cover. The Kanji (i think that's the word?) translates to "Trio of Chaos"

mechanic and weird girl: Fanart for an unpublished fic by a friend featuring Morris from Date Time and Ringu from Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion!

#diane karolvich #murder drones #cyn md #cyn murder drones #date time #morris date time #smiling critters #poppy playtime fanart #Spooky's jumpscare mansion Specimen 4 #Specimen 4 #ringu sjm #The Restorer #imscared a pixelated nightmare #imscared restorer #imscared #Shannon Goldman #sonic.exe #the stanley parable #the curator #tsp curator #The stanley parable reassurance bucket #stanley parable #long post #More tags than usual. #bugsnax oc #bugsnax

[yenyenart1]

I want people to know that the game Imscared got an updated engine, and with that, a bit more content. Personally I truly adore the game as an experience more than as a videogame, for its flaws are many but the feeling is wonderful.

I do recommend people play it, but if they do, be not afraid to use a guide. The game is fun but it wouldn't be if you just dont know the next step.

And I do hope that if you get to see the end, you meet your new friend The Restorer.

Wether the new content is worth it to you I cannot say. I can say it promises things for the future and hasnt reached its full potential.

#imscared #imscared game #imscared HER #Her #White face #bury her #ivan zanotti #my art #yenyen art #restorer #the restorer #imscared restorer #my madness works #mymadnessworks

[shotgunyuri]

“Good luck. And DON’T fuck it up.”

#just to clarify I didn’t make this edit. this is an old tumblr post that the website made inaccessible for some reason. so I recreated it #it’s smth of a historic restoration effort with saw heritage posts. check their addition (also part of the original post) #loutown #saw

[nardacci-does-art]

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*

#nardacci art #doll restoration #comic #I had the thumbnail sketches for the panel layouts in my files for like years #I've had the notes on my desktop since uuuhhh #wow 2020 I guess????? that's when I posted the cursed doll comic OTL #I have 1 more to do so maybe I'll get that one done by 20 freaking 28

[sasster]

oh yea? you sleep in that garb too?

“No of course not. Any daytime visitors I receive will find me in the appropriate sleepwear.”

>Pictured below.

>Purchased by Archie, of course.

#the restorer #fantrollology #askter

[accidental-spice]

This, my friends, is probably one of the best summaries of one of my favorite character types EVER

#live spice reactions #the restorer #sword of lyric #sharon hinck #its kinda crosshair coded im not gonna lie #oooooh or some jedi maybe #anyways i ADORE this line

[yenyenlive]

:) my friend the restorer

#Imscared #imscared game #the restorer #restorer #mymadnessworks

[inthedarktrees]

Nightclub singer at home, ca. 1960s

#60s #vinyl records #record player #vinyl #1960s #vintage #music #listening to music #photo restoration

[chthonic-kids]

i will shove that crusty old titan back into tartarus myself to keep her happy

#hades #hades game #hades supergiant #hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #just in case #i start tearing up every time i think about her not knowing her family #and everyone in the underworld who must have celebrated her #and her growing up with an idea of them and a duty to restore her house #chronos you better watch your back #melinoë supergiant

[rebeccathenaturalist]

If you aren't following the news here in the Pacific Northwest, this is a very, very big deal. Our native salmon numbers have been plummeting over the past century and change. First it was due to overfishing by commercial canneries, then the dams went in and slowed the rivers down and blocked the salmons' migratory paths. More recently climate change is warming the water even more than the slower river flows have, and salmon can easily die of overheating in temperatures we would consider comfortable.

Removing the dams will allow the Klamath River and its tributaries to return to their natural states, making them more hospitable to salmon and other native wildlife (the reservoirs created by the dams were full of non-native fish stocked there over the years.) Not only will this help the salmon thrive, but it makes the entire ecosystem in the region more resilient. The nutrients that salmon bring back from their years in the ocean, stored within their flesh and bones, works its way through the surrounding forest and can be traced in plants several miles from the river.

This is also a victory for the Yurok, Karuk, and other indigenous people who have relied on the Klamath for many generations. The salmon aren't just a crucial source of food, but also deeply ingrained in indigenous cultures. It's a small step toward righting one of the many wrongs that indigenous people in the Americas have suffered for centuries.

#salmon #dam removal #fish #animals #wildlife #dams #Klamath River #Klamath dams #restoration ecology #indigenous rights #Yurok Tribe #Karuk Tribe #nature #ecology #environment #conservation #PNW #Pacific Northwest

[pnwnativeplants]

"A federal district court recently ruled that a large portion of Electron Dam must be removed from the Puyallup River in Washington because the dam harms fish protected under the Endangered Species Act.

Electron Dam has been harming Chinook salmon, steelhead, and trout for nearly 100 years. In 2020, the company that operates the dam tried to replace a spillway and botched the job, creating more hazards for the fish. Earthjustice went to court to press for the new segment’s removal on behalf of the Puyallup Tribe. Salmon and other native fish play a critical role in the Tribe’s culture and economy. With this part of the dam gone, the river will flow naturally for the first time in almost a century."

#salmon #chinook #ecological restoration

[foolishlovers]

#skin is clear?? mood is lifted??? happiness is restored?? #good omens #good omens s3 #good omens season 3 #foolish talks