#1900S VERSE.

[vampatriarch]

Carlisle's smile doesn't falter, even as the other man mentions the very same being that has caused so much pain and trauma to poor Jacob. Carlisle truly wishes he could do more to help, but it is impossible to fully help something he doesn't understand. He has tried, but even with the century of experience, this is something new entirely. Vampirism is much more simple, much more black and white. You're either a vampire, or you aren't. This, what Jacob is-- there's no studies, no cases about it. Not that Carlisle has been able to find, at least. Perhaps if he returned to Europe... but he won't, not with Jacob in his life now.

"I know it won't kill you or get infected-- but it hurts, doesn't it? I don't want you to be in pain." His words are as honest as always as he breaches the distance between him and the other man. Gently, he grabs Jacob's arm and turns it so the injury is facing him. The strong scent of blood floods his nostrils, but he gives no reaction. He searches in one of the pockets of his duster coat, pulling out a small kit. Inside, there's needles and thread, as well as disinfectant and gauze and bandages. He proceeds to clean up the injury, before connecting the thread to the needle.

"I can take a look at that, if you'd like." He's all warmth and reassurance, hands patiently placed behind his back. His eyes are kind and soft as they stare at the other, all too aware of the injury they are nursing. Of course, even if he hadn't seen the blood poking out, he would have smelled it from a mile away.

[visiontortured]

hidefire asked: “why are you doing this?” from @hidewebs

Will had seen the effects of Pickman's artwork firsthand. He had lost loved ones due to the horrors. Every last painting he could find would be burned. He had put the burden on himself and himself alone.

"I need to protect people. I don't want to live in a world where everyone has gone mad. A man once told me that's how the world is, but I don't believe that's true."

@hidewebs

[stormlit]

@isbrilliant

it's not like sadie to go round saving damsels in distress. then again, it wasn't like dutch, either, but he still saved her — so maybe dutch turned out to be a piece of shit, in the end, but that's still something sadie can emulate. he wasn't always a bad guy. not like she's offering trust, is she, just...a hand to get away from some kind of swarm, only it ain't like any flock of birds sadie's ever seen.

what she wants is to spur hera into a gallop and get the fuck away from here, but what she does instead is pull her horse alongside the woman and lean down to offer her a hand. ❝ get on, ❞ she says firmly. ❝ you waitin' for an embossed invitation? get on so we can get the fuck away from whatever the fuck that is. ❞

[kylo-wrecked]

🕯️

The tiles were moving, but that wasn't new. What struck Ben Solo as novel in this situation was the piping he’d uncovered while wrecking the Savonnerie-style carpet by the entrance to the powder room.

His face is flushed, his heart is pumping something awful, and he has a palladium crucifix wrapped around his left knuckles. Superstition the night before some big to-do or—

"This place," he grunted, peeling back the three-inch thick ply, uprooting nails from plywood flooring the hotelier would claim was irreplaceable.

Ben just wanted to see whether it was ventilation grating under there. Everything was replaceable.

"This place," he said again at Alice. Getting a solid grip on the sawdust floor with his rubber soles, pulling the carpet up with two raw-knuckled fists, "You wait. You'll see." 

Ben freed another square of carpet from the floor and peeled it back onto the toppled chaise. That had been Alice's doing.

Ghosts, you know? Or whatever they were. Children in head vises clapping their hands. (* Alice found them alarming; Ben found that out of character for Alice. He also thought they were cute. *)

And with that quarter more revealed, the truth became clear instantly. That wasn't ventilation grating under there. That was a drain.

"I fucking knew it," Ben whispers. He squats over the steel round, its holes and specks, with his hands on his virgin twill thighs. "This place was a morgue."

Uncurling from his inspector's gait, he folds his elbows, he shrugs the broad jungle of his shoulders.

"Or," he says, at a refrigerator's hum, "it was a sanatarium's morgue. But, you know, Alice, a morgue's a morgue."

[addie1arue]

@rihtual sent: 'i've done bad things.' from norman ellison.

and this is what makes her job here not only lucrative, but possible — the desire to be seen. in a world torn by war, on a planet where no where feels safe anymore, adeline has a particular privilege in her anonymity. the secrets she fosters from place to place, from one side to the other, were safest with her because no one could remember what they had told or where they had heard it.

and something in her features seemed to bring the truth out of men. maybe it was the innocence they perceived there; the smattering of freckles that gave her a girlish charm or the youth on her features that was as much a farce as the names she gave or the accent she posed as she parted her soft pink lips (all part of the facade) to reply,

"war makes good men do things they never imagined they would do, not in a thousand years." and she had seen plenty of war now to know. "but i like to believe absolution is possible for anyone."

[ghostsandmirrors]

"Oh my peach huh? I always thought it went well with plums."

"Yeah, it's a-" pause to giggle, because this joke is going to be a bad one but that won't stop him, "a proper-" another giggle, "a proper fruit salad."

"'Cause you got the peach, got plums, got two bananas," giggle, "and got us."

[ofspvrta]

the body shuts down when it has too much to bear. / from emily

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θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Kassandra's face instantly shifts to a frown. She knows that tone, the weight of it and all it implies. It's foreign sometimes, she's still getting used to hearing it again. The level of care and concern in it. They've been through so much already, this is just one more thing to bear. One more burden, one more hurdle. Of course, with their lifetimes, there will be many more hurdles for certain. But it's nothing they wouldn't have faced before and they can handle it together.

" One body, but we can bear it together, neither of us has to bear it alone anymore."

[lighthouseborn]

High Pain Tolerance Starters || @pierprincess

“Whose blood is that?”

  The question caught him by surprise: Henry turned, a look on his face that read like I didn't realize you were there. Then he glanced down. It was the sort of glance that could have meant he didn't know what blood she was talking about, except that he looked right at it. He swore softly at the stain, which had spread from beneath his collarbone out to his shoulder and down a ways onto his chest. He pulled at the neck of his shirt, peeling it away from his body with a light grimace to glance beneath. What little dressing he'd hastily slapped into place was soaked through. Two shirts down in one day. He wasn't completely sure he had another on hand. He let his shirt fall back into place.

  “It's nothing,” he told her in lieu of an answer. “Looks worse than it is, I think — listen. Uh.. I need to find a phone. Can you help?”

[juustalexx]

day 102 of drawing spider-man until beyond the spider-verse is out

[technically-human]

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[bobemajses]

Jewish amulet from Iran, ca. 1900. With inscriptions of the 42 letter name of God and the name using the last letters of the first verses of Genesis.

[hard--headed--woman]

Hello and happy Pride Month everyone ! 🏳️‍🌈

As promised, I am going to talk about an important lesbian in history everyday. And this first post is about one of my favourite :

Renée Vivien !

I have seen some people talk about her here but she clearly isn’t as famous as she should be, and she deserves way more recognition!

Renée Vivien, whose birth name is Pauline Mary Tam, was a British writer poetess, who wrote her poetry (and most of her works) in french ; born in 1877, she died in 1909, at only 32 years old.

Renée was openly a lesbian, and she never tried to hide it despite the society she lived in being extremely homophobic and considering homosexuality as an illness. In her poetry, she mentions her love for women a lot, and wrote a lot of love poems for several of her lovers. This even earned her the nickname “Sappho 1900”. ("Sappho 1900, Sappho cent pour cent").

Of Sappho, she was by the way a huge fan : in 1903, she published the work "Sappho", in which the poet's Greek texts are followed by a French translation, as well as verses by Renée Vivien, which thus "completes" the remaining fragments of Sappho's writings. This collection greatly helped to anchor Sappho's work and her identity as a lesbian woman in our culture.

Her work consists of :

Twelve collections of poems, totalling more than 500 poems

Several translations of Greek poetesses (including Sappho)

Seven books of prose

Around ten novels (written under various pseudonyms)

A posthumously published collection of short Gothic tales (written in English this time)

A book about Anne Boleyn's life

It is also possible to read her diary and the letters she exchanged with her lovers, friends and other personalities of her time, including Natalie Clifford Barney, Colette, Kérimé Turkhan Pacha and others.

Pauline studied both in Paris and in London, then decided, once she came of age, to come and settle in Paris. She published her first collection,"Études et Préludes" in 1901, under the pseudonym R.Vivien. This pseudonym later became René Vivien (the male version of Renée) then Renée Vivien, the name under which she will be remembered. We can easily guess that she first chose these neutral then masculine pseudonyms to be able to write and be published despite the misogyny and homophobia of her time, especially given the themes exploited in her writings.

Sadness, death, ancient Greece, love, despair, solitude and love are the most recurrent themes in Renée's poems. There is actually a poetry prize in her name, the Prix Renée Vivien, which rewards poets whose themes and style are close to those of Renée Vivien.

Among Renée's best-known lovers is Natalie Clifford Barney, a famous writer and poet, with whom she had a relationship for several years before leaving her, tired of her infidelities. It is said that Natalie never accepted this breakup and tried until the end to get her back by all means, sending her love letters even years after.

Renée then had a relationship of more than six years with the rich Baroness Hélène de Zuylen, married and mother of two children, with whom she traveled extensively around the world and collaborated on the writing of several works (under the collective pseudonym Paule Riversdale). In a letter to her friend Jean Charles-Brun, Renée admitted that she considered herself married to Hélène.

While still living with the Baroness, she received a letter from a mysterious admirer, Kérimé Turkhan Pacha. What followed was an intense four-year epistolary relationship, interspersed with brief clandestine meetings. In 1908, however, Kérimé, the wife of a Turkish diplomat, put an end to their relationship when she had to follow her husband to St. Petersburg. This break-up probably contributed to Renée's tragic end.

The writer was in deep psychological distress, which only worsened from 1908 onwards. Alcoholic and suicidal, she began refusing to eat properly, and attempted suicide with laudanum. After this failed suicide attempt, she contracted pleurisy, which left her very weak, and then chronic gastritis due to her alcohol abuse. She gradually fell into anorexia, and, with her limbs paralyzed by multiple neuritis, she died on November 18, 1909, aged just 32. Her death was attributed to "pulmonary congestion", probably due to pneumonia complicated by alcohol and anorexia.

After her death, intellectuals, artists and newspapers, out of lesbophobia, tried to make her forgotten by the literary world, describing her as a woman of evil and damnation, perverse and cruel, going so far as to invent for her a life of crime, debauchery, orgies with married women, violence and cocaine consumption.

Today, Renée Vivien's name is no longer known to the general public, and is never mentioned alongside those of great ans famous poets such as Arthur Rimbaud or Charles Baudelaire, despite her gorgeous poetry, her immense talent and fascinating work.

She's personally my favourite, and not only because she was a lesbian. Her poetry is the most beautiful, interesting and deep poetry I have ever seen. She deserves to be as famous as Victor Hugo or Paul Eluard (and even more famous, in my opinion lol).

Here is one of her poems, with its english translation :

A link to some of her poems (in french but you can use a translator) ;

And two links with some of her poems translated into english : 1 and 2.

You should totally buy and read her books and poems, I have them and they're amazing!!! I'll post more translations of her poems in the future for those interested.

Anyway, thanks for reading and see you tomorrow for the second post!

[clonerightsagenda]

Was thinking about SFF books that remind me of podcasts I like so I started making a list:

Alice isn't Dead: Ghostroads series. Has a similar haunted Americana vibe with the main character frequenting roadways and diners, and the immortal Bobby Cross pursuing her could easily come out of an Alice episode.

Arden: Penance is a fake true crime book that also critiques true crime, explores toxic wlw relationships, and is distressingly online. (This is the book that oneshotted me with the phrase 'vriska did nothing wrong' immortalized in print.)

Wolf 359: The Immortality Thief features a hapless dumbass who keeps almost dying in space and a tough as nails female officer keeping herself alive on a floating deathtrap, and everyone gets dragged into dilemmas of morality and redemption. Sean would be on team what's wrong with handcuffs.

The Pasithea Powder: Really anything from the microgenre referred to as lesbian space atrocities is at home here, although Harrow the Ninth has the requisite memory fuckery. While they're not *that* similar, the toxic WLW relationship of The Luminous Dead (caver at the mercy of her obsessed handler) made me similarly invested.

Greater Boston: I already made my case for Discworld, particularly the Ankh-Morpork books. I never finished the duology but iirc The City We Became has a similar weird fiction, anti-corporate vibe very grounded in a specific place's nature.

The Silt Verses: Struggling with this one a bit, but Machineries of Empire is another grisly exploration of the mass sacrifice we accept to maintain our way of life. Lighter fare, but The Raven Tower asks, 'what if you were a god's blorbo, and also trans?'

Ars Paradoxica: The Lady Astronaut series is also an alt history starting in the mid 1900s that emphasizes the experiences of marginalized people working in the sciences during that time. No time travel, but space travel.

Hi Nay: Trail of Lightning's author wrote it in response to so many urban fantasy books having a 'magic Native American' side character, which reminds me of Hi Nay's origins. Also, C.L. Polk's Kingston Cycle hits the 'circle of horrible upper class magicians' note, along with multiple queer romances.

Woe.Begone: A Fractured Infinity features a man who gets access to a spacetime-altering device created by his alternate self and starts hopping realities and destroying worlds to keep his boyfriend safe. Reminded me of Mike and Edgar, although I stopped keeping up with w.bg.

[loryn-art]

Ok Ok-

So I've been really busy with my Modern AU-verse lately and oh boy have I got a ton of new ideas. If my motivation holds out this week I I'll be able to draw 6 of those panels to show you my headcanon appearances of each 6 council Eliatrope members.

Let's star with Nora and Glip, shall we ?

Nora :

Given age - 20~ / Real age - 58

Big fan of 90's Japanese style

Independent, calm and wary nature

Keeps snacks in her bag; (and Efrim sometimes lul)

I haven't decided what kind of job she does yet.

Probably has stars/planets tattoos here and there.

Glip :

Given age - 50~ / Real age - 125

Still in the 1900 - 50's style

Director of a University

Has a great knowledge in ancient history, mainly the Mesopotamian period.

Smokes pipe and spends his time working in his office while Balthazar sleeps somewhere on an old cushion.

Responsible, reserved and caring nature.

Important points ! In this universe the 12 gods and races doesn't exist, Except for the Eliatrope Goddess and some of our own mythologies ones! Also, Every dragon has an animal form to hide from humans.

That's all for now ! I return to my fanfict hell now~

[ofspvrta]

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms / from em

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θ::|| @torntruth

The evening has quieted down as Kassandra gazes out from the balcony of the villa they had managed to procure. Since leaving the Empire, she's lost count of how many regions she and Emily had traveled through. Before she had been so tired of constantly being on the move and yet now she only wanted Emily to see everything that was hidden from her Empire.

The moon settles high in the deep blue sky as Kassandra turns her attention back to the warmth of their bedroom, fire roaring in the hearth casting a golden orange glow over the entire room. Emily stands in the center of it all as if she has been watching Kassandra this entire time. Perhaps she has. And yet, all Kassandra can focus on is how Emily slowly undoes the buttons on her sleeves and rolls them up slowly. Oh, the former Empress must know exactly what she's doing because it's like a lit beacon to Kassandra.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, the Keeper closes the distance between them, hands tracing over Emily's own and running the length of her now bare forearms. Her voice is low as she looks down at the other woman. "Have I ever told you," she says, lips hovering dangerously close to Emily's, "that you have a hold on me?"

[yesimwriting]

hi! I love your writing when it comes to the bestie reader x louis x armand stuff. are you ever going to do like longer fics for that universe? maybe even a story with chapters? either way, keep up the good work x

hi!!

I do have some longer fic ideas for bestie verse that aren't drabbles that would provide some general structure, but I'm not sure bestie-verse works for a full on, multi-chapter series.

've thought a lot about doing a chapter series for the bestie universe and am still considering it, but I'm hesitant because bestie has only been alive for the modern timeline. The show's structure weaves itself through time and a lot of the emotional layers and subtext come from the experiences of the past (which bestie wasn't there for), so I'm struggling to think of a plot for a multi-chapter fic that still focuses on bestie while still feeling connected to the show. (if anyone has ideas on how to make this work pls feel free to share)

I could also write a longer fic for iwtv that's kind of like a bestie AU, where the reader's dynamics with Louis and the other characters remain the same/similar, only reader belongs to a different time period.

I do have a few ideas for that, which I'm putting below the cut in case anyone's curious/interested.

Keep in mind I'm not sold on anything, these are just some longer story concepts I've been thinking about:

I like the idea of bestie existing in the early 1900's and developing a close friendship with Louis. This fic would probably revolve around a lavender marriage and explore a lot of the dysfunctional family dynamics that we see with Louis, Lestat, and Claudia. I'd probably have to condense the timeline a little to fit bestie into it, but I think this could still feel a lot like the show. Armand wouldn't be able to be there until Louis and Claudia murder leave Lestat tho :((

I've recently been thinking about the Paris era and potential fics set during this time. I kind of like the idea of Louis meeting reader there, befriending her, and accidentally getting her involved in some of the coven drama. I can also see a potential fic where bestie came to France with Louis and Claudia and already having her be a part of their group. In general, I'd love to be able to write about Armand's coven leader era.

Pls don't judge these concepts too harshly, I haven't really planned anything out for them, they're very much in the idea stage <3