#;; verse: end of an era

[oblitusglacies]

He's gone back to the cabin he raised with the family he no longer has—the second he's lost.

He always knew Wilbur was fleeting, and his friend as well, but Techno—he never thought he'd outlive his closest friend.

But he had. He'd spilled his only son's blood, burned down the city he founded, broke the tormentor of his son's only friend out of prison, and then lost Techno anyway.

This house was haunted by ghosts who hadn't even died there.

The fire crackled and popped as Phil watched it burn.

Maybe it was finally time to move on.

He'd lost two families under his family name and gained nothing but pain for it. Maybe it was finally time to change it.

Philza Meusartis. He'd miss it.

Philan Viator.

He'd have to think on it, but it rang about right. Either way, he'd better drop the occupational name and take out his architect braid—he wouldn't be going back to that.

[catwyk]

i respect jon ware's decision to never make an official fun episode, but that aint me. enjoy that one tiktok trend with the sillies !

transcript (sry abt my handwriting) + my fav frames below !!

carpenter: I'm carpenter and my this is my first drink of the night.

off camera: carpenter? hhow many caprenter?

faulkner: I'm faulkner and this is my first drink of the night

off camera: FAULKNER! how many faulkner?

paige: I'm Paige and my first drink is vodka lemonade.

paige: kidding lol. Hehe imagine though. I don't know how many. We're on bottles now. I'm pretty functional. Just ask my cult.

[her bottle: Silt Russian VODKA]

hayward: I'm James Hayward and this is my first beer of the night

hayward: paaaaaaiiige. paiiiiaaiige...

[paige holds up 4 fingers]

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[youreyeson1y]

(wo'ah wo'ah wolking on wolking on) when you're sinking, i'm fishin, that's my flow (wo'ah wo'ah wolking on)

[tommytomatoe]

it’s literally my fav redacted couple | geordi & cutie

[panstovoid]

I find it amazing how in into the spiderverse peter b literally became a parent to some teens and was a little bit salty about it but then in across the spiderverse he literally had a child because he missed his spider kids and their chaos.

[downs1de-has-moved]

@qapsiel liked for a starter from Rob

"You're not going to stop asking until I answer, are you?"

It's a rhetorical question, of course. Castiel's unrelenting curiosity about Rob's work—and, more specifically, the people he's crossed paths with—had been a running theme since the topic first came up.

Beyoncé, naturally, was at the top of his list.

"Fine. I met her once. End-of-year party at Columbia. We said a quick hello, exchanged pleasantries, and then she went off to do whatever it is legends like her do at parties. Seemed nice enough."

He leans back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Happy now?"

[captainseamech]

//THIS HAS BEEN AWAITING TO BE POSTED BUT HERE IT IS!! NEW VERSES TAG DROP!

This is how I end; Paying for My Sins / Hellaverse

Detecting Lifeforms Underwater / Subnautica verse

Fighting for a Greater Cause / OverWatch verse

A Self-fufilling Prophecy / Unicron's Heir AU

Way Back Home / Cybertron verse

The End of an Era / Post-war verse

When Water Turns Red / Crimson verse

[mastcrmarksman]

secret starter call - @ladyohdeath

❝ ... Look, Lady... You scare me a lot, but I kind of on a whole mission here, so you wanna go bug someone else? ❞ He says, with a hiss, as if he hadn't already gotten himself damned to much worse. Hellstorm's certain that Bobbi's soul was down here and he had to get her out of Hell, at least. Hopefully, the both of them alive, and whatever this woman was... he knows she's Death, but he can't back down. Already planned to tell the Devil to go fuck himself. ❝ There's gotta be like a million others. ❞

[enruint]

she didn't do it on purpose:    leaving hq without her dolls to escort her that is,    no,    it simply happened.   mind often scattered,   thoughts going every which way,   the madwoman ever only doing whatever thought was the loudest at any given moment.    therefore she just left. besides   ━━━    there clung a     kind of storm around the main research facility    that she wasn't keen on entertaining.    gossip was abound and so too    when word spread the surgeon had performed surgery    upon one classified as order enemy,    sooner or later the dogs of    the sanctum order    would be knocking on her door   ( and she would happily invite them in for tea and an exclusive experimental treatment of course ).    that or the captain would dismiss them as he so often did,   regardless ariadne had other important matters to concern herself with.    like obtaining new test subjects.

if mikael's calculations were correct then    this area was highly susceptible    for demonic activity:   and the vice-captain's calculations always were  ( even ariadne could admit that ).   lanky figure roamed across the streets   ━━━   pale grey eyes looking for anything remotely out of the ordinary only to find nothing of the sort.   with a groan does gloved hand run through two-toned locks,   digits dragging across tousled strands of hair.    could it be that mikael was actually wrong  ?    high heels click loudly upon the stone pavement    until a sharp scent invades senses    and they look up.    body alert even if they appeared at ease but the smile upon their face was unmistakable: it was one filled dangerous excitement.

yet when she turns the corner there's nothing there save for one lone figure and eyes widen,   lips parting in a silent gasp.    as if in a trance do feet carry her closer towards the one that had managed to captivate her as easily as blood and gore often did.    with hair    seemingly woven from the pale moonlight    and eyes as clear as the azure blue of the ocean lumina seemed to have stepped out of a fairytale of old.    her armor is glinting underneath artificial light and perhaps there was nothing more enchanting than this very image before them.   ❝   lumina   .... ❞   spoken like a secret before dark painted lips split into a wide smile,    curve incredibly sharp.    ❝    had i known that we'd meet tonight i would've come prepared  !  ❞    

she's giddy and all but skips towards the slayer   ━━━   disappointment of earlier already forgotten.    they're ready to slide behind her,    wrap arms around shoulders but what @holyscorch does not only surprises them    but effectively silences them as well. she meets their gaze and with a sigh simply takes    ariadne's hand within her hold    before she eventually laces fingers together.    eyes,    the color of a stormy river,    move from lumina's visage towards    their intertwined hands    before it's lifted to meet her gaze once more.    it's sudden,    startles even a stray cat that had been lurking about:    ariadne's laughter is unrestrained and loud,    it's jagged edges piercing through the air but her elation with the situation was clear.  

 and it only increases when a rose color seems to spread across lumina's cheeks and a curt   'ms. ariadne.'   is pushed passed lips.    they don't even correct her this time and simply allow for the slayer,    their very own knight in shining armor,    to pull them along.    to where  ?   ariadne didn't care.    wherever lumina would go she would happily follow.    whether   through blood and rot    or busy shopping streets and food stalls.    through hordes of abominations or cozy bookstores it mattered not   ━━━   none of it mattered as long as lumina would keep    holding her hand and never let go. ⊱ prompt.   ⊰

[fromgallowsandgraves]

GOTHIC   LITERATURE 

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life. 

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY.   old bookshelves. kisses on the hand . a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN.   frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods. candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .  iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO.   false accusations. taking justice into your own hands.divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Tagged By: Stole it

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this!

[till-the-stars-burn]

"Tilly, look!" Era says, holding up a piece of paper for their older brother to see. "I've been practicing for a bit, and I think I've finally written your name perfectly!" They beam at him, the rectangular strip of paper being held by its corners.

His name has been written in a delicate cursive befitting of their hobby in calligraphy, clearly created with care and effort.

- @eras-bygone

*Till sits under a tree in Anakt Garden, humming a soft rhythm absentmindedly as he scratches away at his sketchbook.*

*The page is filled with Mizi’s likeness— the perfect muse to fuel his artistic endeavours. The subtle curl of her pink locks was a detail that pleased him very much to draw, making large swoops along the paper.*

*The silver-haired boy looks up immediately when he sees Era approach, snapping his sketchbook shut and giving them a smile.*

”Wow. Era, it’s so pretty…”

*Till takes the slip of paper into his hands, balancing it on his palms and tracing the tips of his fingers across the swirling ink. His touch is careful, hesitant— if the ink was still fresh enough, he would never want to smudge it.*

*The work his sibling has done is truly stunning, the swoops and curls in ink rivalling the ripples in the water Till would sometimes watch when he stood by the fountain.*

“How long did this take?” *He looks up at them, pure awe shining in his eyes.* “You’re incredible, really. Thank you!”

*Till slowly slides the slip between two pages of his sketchbook, making sure that the paper would not bend. He wants to keep this memento forever— that is, unless he ends up losing it. But he’ll try his best not to, he promises.*

*He sets the book down gently beside him, spreading his arms wide in invitation.*

“Sit down with me? I’ll braid your hair for you, if you’d like.”

[pika-bitch-iii]

Come one come all to the second to last, technical final chapter of Snowfall! All that’s left now is the epilogue, and our Shinsou’s story will have ended.

Ty to everyone who’s read, enjoyed, liked and commented so far! Hopefully you got what you wanted from the canon ending of BNHA.

Chapter 32: Growing Pains

Post-War, Izuku and Hitoshi finally get to go on that hike.

[fideidefenswhore]

Did Henry VIII forbid Princess Mary from any correspondence after she was bastardized by statute? Different biographies claim different things, was hoping for some clarity and insight.

If he did, he did a fairly poor job of enforcing the rule:

1172. Anne Shelton to Henry VIII. I have spoken with my lady Mary, as you desired, and asked her by whom she sent the letter to master Carowe. She said she sent it by her servant Randal Dod, and that lady Bryan delivered her lady Carowe's letter open, the effect of which was to desire her for the Passion of Christ in all things to follow the King's pleasure, otherwise she was utterly undone. After I had spoken with my lady Mary I went to my lady Bryan, and she affirmed what was said to be true. Hunsdon. this Sunday, at 8 o'clock in the evening. Signed. 'Henry VIII: September 1534, 16-20', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 7, 1534, ed. James Gairdner (London, 1883), pp. 453-457. British History Online.

This contradicts the below:

968. Princess Mary to [Cromwell]. Apologises for her [poor] writing; "for I have not done so much this two year and more, nor could not have found the means to do it [...] but by my lady Kingston's being here."  'Henry VIII: May 1536, 26-31', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 10, January-June 1536, ed. James Gairdner (London, 1887), pp. 402-420.

Which contradicts...

1253. Marillac to Francis I. Saw letters of hers in French, written to the Emperor's ambassador in the time of her “ennuy.” [...] [Her] chamber woman says that when her mother was first repudiated [1531 or 1533] she was sick with “ennuy,” but, on being visited and comforted by the King [1536], soon recovered and has had no such illness since. 'Henry VIII: October 1541, 11-20', in Letters and Papers, Foreign and Domestic, Henry VIII, Volume 16, 1540-1541, ed. James Gairdner and R H Brodie (London, 1898), pp. 585-592.

And, it even contradicts Chapuys, who mentions her correspondence during this time, as well. There are times he's unable to receive any messages, but Mary was writing him frequently at some times, intermittently at others. Like, during 1534, Chapys falls for some false flags (such as, crowing about how Mary managed to secure the best place on the barge setting out for Elizabeth's new household, sent word to him where the barge would be sent so that he knew which place to wait for her appearance on the shore... shortly followed by him whining about how this showcase of defiance seems to have intensified her mistreatment, and caused the arrest of "a young lady who did her the most service", including interrogation by the Duke of Norfolk as to how, exactly, Chapuys learned which place at which riverside he needed to wait to watch her pass...), but from 1535 onwards, she even manages to send her own letter to the literal Emperor, and she claims it will be very easy to slip out of her sister's household, that all she has to do is drug Anne Shelton and shimmy out a window to accomplish this, all the way to 1536, where she manages to copy a letter her stepmother has written to Anne Shelton and send it to Chapuys, and sends him word that she approves of the plot to oust her stepmother from the throne ("On 2 May 1536, he wrote that Mary had encouraged him to get rid of Anne and, on her advice, he employed various means to do so [...]", Inside the Tudor Court, Lauren Mackay).

There is of course, the possibility that it was 'forbidden' to Mary officially, but that the unofficial policy was to turn a blind eye/allow it so that her correspondence could be monitored. Warnicke espoused this theory, I'm not terribly convinced, however, because while Chapuys does mention Mary's letters, he also, in the thick of the Exeter Conspiracy arrests, claims he's not too terribly worried for Mary's well-being because he's long told her to burn correspondence from him, and he himself has already burned her most controversial correspondence, kept the red herrings he dictated and sent her some for good measure, should her household be searched (since a complete absence of correspondence from Chapuys would be suspect). Although, the possibility that Henry knew his eldest daughter had solicited foreign invasion would perhaps put the pressurizing of his council for her arrest six months afterwards, into an...interesting, context? (Was he planning to hold onto this information/evidence just in case he ever needed to use it? Had he not acted upon it until that point because he wanted to leave the option of an Imperial alliance open? Had he not told his council, but was he planning to if she refused the oaths yet again, mid-1536? Et al)

Tl; dr again, if that was his forbiddance, it seems it was either rather toothless (it would be instructive to read the letter Shelton was responding to here, wouldn't it) and/or inconsistent. There seem to have been periods within this timeframe where this 'rule' was more strictly enforced than others.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

do you see my thasmin vision

[cowardly-bread-reactor]

father I hate that I don't know

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