#Ernest turns into a plant

[the-nonsense-is-mine]

There is a cluster of people hovering around the front desk of the hotel when Jacques arrives, and both managers are mostly hidden by the many visitors vying for their attention. Jacques takes his time wandering over, pinching an abandoned newspaper and posting himself at the side of the front desk. He scans a few articles as he waits for the crowd to die down.

"What can I help you with today, J?"

Jacques looks up a few minutes later to find that the burst of activity in the lobby has faded. One of the managers stands at the end of the front desk, grinning back at him.

"Hello, Ernest."

His gaze slides over Ernest's shoulder, to where the other manager has just sent a family off to their room, and is turning to face Jacques as well.

"And hello..." says Jacques, raising his eyebrow, "Frank."

Dewey almost hides his laugh, before moving smoothly back into his practiced air of professionalism. He turns away to answer a ringing phone, leaving Jacques with only Ernest and Ernest's poorly disguised amusement.

"This is rather inconvenient," says Jacques, folding his newspaper, "as I was hoping to see your brother."

"My brother is right here," replies Ernest, with immense delight. "I'm sure his phone call will only take a minute. Unless it's something I can do for you instead?"

He leans in over the desk, one hand toying with the cuff of Jacques' shirt. It would be a more convincing ploy if he didn't look like he was seconds away from laughing out loud. Jacques puts his hand on top of Ernest's, pressing down to stop his wandering fingers.

"I think this may be a job that Frank will want to see to personally," he says, purposefully low and suggestive.

Ernest does laugh then, yanking his hand away from Jacques and swatting at his shoulder.

"That," he says, producing a key from behind the desk, "doesn't narrow down the possibilities. Though I'd wager you land a little higher in priority than say, pruning the lobby plants. He's in his office."

He dangles the key between them on one finger.

"Higher than the plants!" Jacques says, winking as he takes the key. "Careful, Ernest, or I might think you're flirting with me."

[pentacle-artist]

Keys of Egress AU (AKA, the puzzle siblings get trapped in a video game)

Alfendi finds a video game under a bridge and decides playing it with his sisters is an amazing idea

They each pick a class, Flora chooses mechanic, Alfendi chooses detective (which Kat is *not* happy about), and Kat is stuck with witch since the fourth class is glitched out

They're each assigned to a different level based on their class. It turns out that random people showing up and solving problems is a thing people know can happen. It's also known that each person wound up befriending a resident of the world (an assistant, if you will).

Flora is placed in a very mechanical small town that has been taken over the mad inventor, Don Paolo. Her assistant is Luke, a wind-up doll robot who wants to find his friend, Arianna, and stop Don Paolo.

Alfendi gets the most grounded level, solving a series of murders in a city when the original killer is dead. His assistant is Lucy, a nosy schoolgirl who accidentally already got involved.

Kat gets a very stereotypical fantasy story. She needs to stop a dragon at the top of a mountain that's causing a magical rot. Her assistant is Ernest, a boy who lives alone just outside the town at the bottom of the mountain, grows plants, and makes potions.

Kat is having a blast, Flora is going along with it while having fun, and Alfendi is regretting his decisions.

Their ages are very different from canon: Flora is 18, Alfendi is 15 (so no placid prof), and Kat is 12.

They reunite (and bring their assistants along) in the level corresponding to the glitched class and find an absolute, corrupted mess. They have to figure out who broke the level and fix it.

After beating each level, they get a key that allows them to leave the level, and once they have all four, the game

[dnickels]

Iodine can be found almost everywhere in the world. It is abundant in ocean water, and when prehistoric seas receded, the element remained on the land, where it is drawn up by plants, consumed by animals and returned to the soil. This inheritance is kept stable by an ‘iodine cycle’: what is washed out by the rain is replaced by iodine vapour blown far inland. But not in Switzerland. In the last ice age, a permanent ice sheet formed over the Alps. Up to one kilometre thick, its tremendous weight ground against the terrain. It thawed and refroze in stages, and with every thaw, meltwater washed out the rubble. Over the course of 100,000 years, this ice sheet tore the top 250 metres of rock and soil from the surface of the Swiss Central Plateau. At its peak, about 24,000 years ago, it extended across all the northern cantons. It did not reach the Jura or Ticino. In 1964, Dr Franz Merke, a Basel surgeon, showed that the extent of the ice sheet ‘corresponded precisely’ with the prevalence of goitre: Switzerland had been stripped of its iodine. This was a decade after it had finally been proved that iodine deficiency caused the linked medical conditions in the region. Forty years earlier still, in 1914, hormones had only just been defined (in 1905, by Ernest Starling at UCL), nutritional science had barely begun (with Casimir Funk’s 1912 hypothesis on vitamins), and the chemical composition of Swiss soil was unknown. Despite this, almost everything Hunziker argued turned out to be true.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Ernest Miller Jr.

NICKNAME: “Butch”

TITLE(S): “The Rough n’ Rowdy Bandit”

AGE: 32

SPECIES: human/demon hybrid

SEX: cis-male

NATIONALITY: American

INTERESTS: Butch loves playing his guitar and has recently discovered new century music which has only intensified his love for music! He also enjoys cooking, gardening, good ol’ fashioned fist fights and shooting his guns. But he especially loves riding his horse, especially when she’s taking him towards adventure!

PROFESSION: cowboy turned outlaw/banditry

BODY TYPE: lean/athletic

EYES: Bright blue

HAIR: Sandy blonde

SKIN: fair/tan

POSTURE: has relatively good posture on account of the fact that he’s constantly trying to look taller than he actually is.

HEIGHT: 5’5

VOICE: gotta go with Jack McBrayer (vc of Wander from Wander Over Yonder, specifically! So close to Butch’s accent and everything!)

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: His mustard yellow long sleeve button up under a brown vest, dark brown pants and a championship bull riding belt to tie it together— those red boots, his red leather gloves, red bandana around his neck, and his brown cowboy hat! Sometimes he wears chaps when they’re necessary.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: This man has never had a meaningful relationship aside from the one he thought he had with Darlene Alden.

COMPANIONS: Darlene Alden (former), Edgar Alden, Saskia Kenji, & Dar (his steed)

ANTAGONISTS: Countess Zora, self proclaimed Pirate Queen Bonaccorso, infamous bounty hunter Rufous Red, Eldritch Witch Darlene Alden

STRENGTHS: physical combat, handling a rope/lasso, operating dual pistols with key precision, speed, charisma (special demon abilities I won’t put here bc they do not yet apply).

WEAKNESSES: Holy water would probably hurt! Emotional intimacy for sure, commitment (now we’re just getting too real), calling him by his legal name

FRUITS: though he loves all types of fruits, Dragonfruit is by far his favorite.

DRINKS: water, the occasional soda pop

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Scotch, Rum, Whiskey, Bourbon—any type, really, this man isn’t picky! Though his favorite drink would have to be a homemade Old Fashioned with Rye and an orange peel.

SMOKES: Yup! Butch rolls his own cigarettes with home grown tobacco! He will occasionally smoke out of his pipe; he also likes cigars from time to time.

DRUGS: Occasionally he will dabble in plants of the weed variety but aside from that… nope!

DRIVERS LICENSE: Hell no!

Tagged by: @cablexclub :3c

Tagging: @arcanescholxr, @fantasyconcrete, & @villains4hire and anyone else who wants to do it!! !

[starqueen87]

Ernest Fredric “Ernie” Morrison was the first Black child movie star. Morrison, who performed under the stage name Sunshine Sammy, was most famous as one of the Dead End Kids/East Side Kids.

As the oldest Our Gang cast-member Morrison earned $10,000 a year, making him the highest-paid Black actor in Hollywood. He made 28 episodes from 1922 to 1928 before he ditched Hollywood for New York’s vaudeville stages. He was featured on the same bills with such up-and-coming acts as Abbott and Costello and Jack Benny. After a few years, he returned and acted in the Dead End Kids movies. From the beginning, Morrison tapped into his experiences growing up on the East Side of New York City to shape the character of “Scruno.” He spent three years with the gang before leaving to work with the Step Brothers act, a prominent Black stage and film dance act.

Morrison was born on December 20, 1912 in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was the oldest child and only son born to Joseph Ernest Morrison, a grocer and later actor, and his wife, Louise Lewis. Ernie was later joined by three younger sisters, Florence, Vera, and Dorothy.

He made his film debut in the 1916’s The Soul of a Child at the age of 3. The story goes that his father worked for a wealthy Los Angeles family that had connections in the film industry. One day the producer friend asked Joseph Morrison if he could bring his son by the studio. Apparently the original child actor hired would not stop crying and they had pretty much given up trying to console him. Joseph brought young Morrison and the producer and director were impressed at how well behaved he was. It was this positive disposition that garnered his nickname, “Sunshine.” His father would later add “Sammy” to the moniker.

From 1917 to 1922, Morrison’s career was mainly in shorts that paired him with another popular child star of the silent era, Baby Marie Osborne. He also appeared in Harold Lloyd shorts and later with another comedian of the day, Snub Pollard and a now forgotten comedic leading lady of the day, Marie Mosquini. A feature was created for him, called The Sunshine Sammy Series, but only one segment was produced. Some critics believed, however, that the Sunshine Sammy episode provided comedy producer Hal Roach with the idea for the Our Gang film shorts, later shown on television and known by several other names, including the Little Rascals.

As the oldest Our Gang cast-member Morrison earned $10,000 a year, making him the highest paid Black actor in Hollywood. He made 28 episodes from 1922 to 1928 before he ditched Hollywood for New York’s vaudeville stages. He was featured on the same bills with such up-and-coming acts as Abbott and Costello and Jack Benny. After a few years, he returned and acted in the Dead End Kids movies. From the beginning, Morrison tapped into his experiences growing up on the East Side of New York City to shape the character of “Scruno.” He spent three years with the gang before leaving to work with the Step Brothers act, a prominent Black stage and film dance act.

Morrison was drafted into the army during World War II, where he appeared as a singer-dancer-comedian for troops stationed in the South Pacific. For several years after being discharged from the war, Morrison turned down a series of offers to return to show business, saying that he had fond memories of the movies but no desire to be part of them again. He left show business entirely, and took a job in an aircraft assembly plant and spent the next 30 years in the aircraft industry, apparently doing very well financially.

After his retirement, Morrison was rediscovered by film buffs who had learned of him after the revival of the Little Rascals in the 1970s. He made guest appearances in several television situation comedies, including Good Times and The Jeffersons.

Morrison died of cancer in Lynwood on July 24, 1989. He is interred at Inglewood Park Cemetery in Inglewood California.

Morrison, who appeared in 145 motion pictures, was inducted into the Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame in 1987.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

💚💙❤️♥️💛3/3❤️♥️💙💛💚 Happy Late 3/3 Day!! I’m two days late here but have all the 3s in my au! SELECT YOUR CHARACTER🎮👾 Here we have:

A plant loving tree hugger 🌲🌿🍃🌱🪴

A literal bluebird tweety man🦅 🐦

A snappish yet wise rich prick 💰💸💵

A whimsical musical alp grandparent🎵 🎼🎵

A mortal turned god of fortune 🔮 🍀🪔✨

References/Trivia/Notes: (cause this post is long enough already lmao 😂 🤣)

Henry’s pose I used this basis from https://animebases.info/

Wilfred’s pose I mainly based it off of Brook mainly this official one:

RANDOM STUFF:

Wilfred is said to love music (he canonically whistles) so that’s kinda the reasons why I’ve picked Brook like if Ernest is the wise elder figure, Wilfred is totally the eccentric bouncy grandparent 

I Gave him a more whimsical look like Brook like fancy (two feathers just for aesthetic) yet still willing to get dirty. Fun fact the music notes on his coat are from the Swiss national anthem, he has a conductor staff just for fun of it (his name and number are on the back of his coat) 

Human/humanoid au he totally knows how to play many instruments and sings, totally uses the radio 📻 to listen to music, I know he looks like a henry but I saw a slighter different color on him on Deviantart made by LeatherBootlace with yellow so I added that to him

Off topic but Wilfred totally adopts my cfr diesels ocs (Corran Aldyn Shiloh Poll-ny-Chrink) since they also are musically in-tuned, he’a also a grandfatherly figure towards the others as well despite his moments of cynicism and age gap

Kyle very much has so many outfits throughout the years like the ones I’ve drawn during his time as Proteus so this would be of one his first appearances, he chooses the more storytelling fairytale like aesthetics like his feet are made entirely of gold dust so are his clothes he wears a cape simply to cover others in need and I tried to lean a bit more into his heritage

he looks up to Lady (still does but branches out later on and different views over humanity and morals and rights and wrongs that stuff honestly it’s complicated…) so sparkles at first he’s happy and excited over learning despite breaking down in tears to lady cause he wanted to fit the role despite being very modest and humble trying to look at the bright sides of things✨

kyles necklace is made up of many good luck charms like (four leaf clovers 🍀 horseshoes eye of Fatima etc)same with his belt he gets once he decides to wear a outfit he feels comfortable in, still quite elegant but he feels like himself since he still has control over his life somehow plus he brings good fortune instead of granting wishes (he kinda can but there’s a price)

Everyone in human au except Kyle (who’s mixed Bengali-Punjabi) and Adam (Filipino, maybe Jewish?) are Latino cause I couldn’t help myself haha , still working out the details on specific ethics

Henry has heterochima, still haven’t figured out the shades out though and Kyle can turn his sclera pupils and retinas into complete shades of different yellow to fit his new status (that was fun since he can use it to fit his cryptic nomad style later on after his first official fight) only his eyes remain sparkling gold in every other form✨

[void-botanist]

OC Questions Tag

Thank you @writernopal for the tag! I'm gonna do this for Horatio, one of my main guys in AOM.

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

Shaggy hair, silver highlights, tall

Who inspired your OC? (can be your mum to a very famous fungi)

I think he was inspired by some number of BBC detectives (no I don't mean Sherlock I mean like Dangerous Davies or Christopher Foyle) because he's been with me since the faery police days of Old Canon. I can't draw a one to one comparison though because there's not someone who comes to mind when I consider who is simultaneously soft, highly competent, and kind of unlucky/pathetic, though he's kind of changed since then (mostly that last part).

Give me a song to define your OC (I will listen to it to enter in your WIP mood!)

While On Saturn's Rings by Ernest Gonzales

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

He'd definitely give you a smile. If he knows you a little better, then you can have a wave too, and at some point most people cross into "you can have a hug if you want it" territory. However if he's carrying plants you will have to wait your turn.

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

Sure, but not his best best friend. There's only one of those and that's Sid.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC (blue soul)

Blithe worker

Tagging @outpost51, @junypr-camus, @sleepyowlwrites, and anyone else who wants to join in!

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Five: The Shrine/An Argument Pt. 2

 Envy awoke on their couch, giving a reptile-like glare at Lust who woke them up from that memory. Lust was becoming concerned for the hateful murderer that she had worked with for so long, normally Envy was on top of things and was organized. Reluctantly, Envy got up from the couch, stretching a bit as they went over to the door. “It's too late Envy, I already handed the journals to Freddy this morning. They’re not in the room right now, so you will have to wait.” Lust casually informed Envy as she coldly sipped her tea. “Then why did you wake me up!?” Envy growled as they looked over to Lust in anger. “Because Dante has determined this to be your last chance, Envy. She’s becoming impatient and unpredictable at this point.” Lust snapped, not about to take anymore of Envy’s reckless behavior. Envy paused at the door, their hand clamped tightly on the doorknob before flinging the door opened. Lust sat right up from her seat, anger plastered on her face as Gluttony stayed in his feeding corner watching fearfully of the interaction. “Envy, where do you think you’re going!?” Lust called after as Envy headed out of the room. “Next door, I’m going to sit right at their front door and wait for them to return.” Envy retorted in a snarl like tone as they slammed the door behind. The chair creaked as Lust sat back down, angry and worried over this entire situation as Gluttony slowly walked over to give Lust a hug. Gently patting Gluttony’s head, Lust went to calm him down after the outburst. Outside of the apartment, Envy planted their rump right at the front door and waited. Deep breaths were taken and slowly exhaling, Envy worked to get into the right mindframe needed for the job. All Envy needed to do was dig into Freddy’s mind and trust to make sure this went without a hitch. The reward of being able to kill off the Elric brats sooner and having the free time to hunt down Hohenheim was the only thing in Envy’s mind in an attempt to feel the hatred once more. The sound of footsteps could be heard down the hall as Envy slowly got up from their spot after waiting for a bit. From what they could tell from the distance, Dolly was scolding Freddy a bit as he marched back to the room with a bandaged upper right arm. “You’re lucky Dr. Knox didn’t forcibly hospitalize you for that injury and malnutrition.” Dolly could be heard chidding a bit. “Dr. Knox is horrifying! Why the hell did you drag me to his office!?” Freddy snarkily said, absolutely not happy with the appointment. “Freddy, you had a chunk of your flesh ripped off and you didn’t think once to go to the doctor in over a MONTH about it!? Of course the doctor would be mad about that!” Dolly scolded before her attention turned to the Envy at the door. “What the hell happened!?” Envy snapped, not thrilled with this turn of events. “Freddy, you’re a grown adult, do explain to your benefactor about what the doctor said.” Dolly said as she looked at Freddy. “FINE, the doctor said I need a skin graft on the missing arm chunk I had for a month and be put on full monitoring to make sure I get my daily nutrition in..” Freddy begrudgingly said as he looked away from Dolly. “You were missing a chunk of flesh for the past MONTH!? What the hell is wrong with you!?” Envy roared at Freddy, catching Freddy off guard. As Freddy was grasping for words, Dolly went to unlock the door. Envy started to usher Freddy into the room the moment that door was opened with Dolly following after to close the door. With an angry look with no more words to speak, Envy pointed to the table for Freddy to sit down for tutoring and possibly a horrifying homunculus styled doctoring. Freddy shakingly does as instructed, shrinking back in his seat as Envy went next to him to observe the injury themself. Peeling back the bandages, it revealed a good dissolved chunk of flesh missing. It truly was a miracle that gangrene hadn’t set in, but Envy gave Freddy that glare. “Ernest?” Envy asked in a low hiss. “Ernest.” Freddy confirmed quaking a bit in fear of Envy.

[my-forgotten-notepad]

Adam of the New Flesh (First Dream)

The bodily peace that Victor was adrift within came with flashes of synaptic fire; fragments of time frozen still and eternally repeating; his mother encouraging his curiosities as a young boy gazing out onto the gardens of the estate, seeing the many plants, birds and bugs performing their duties; how the circle of life worked and even how other living beings moved and navigated the world. Victor saw the days he spent sketching and note-taking as he struggled to put on a brave face for his mother. The memory faded and his father's face filled his vision; it was a memory that was burned into his thoughts, his father's vainglorious lecture about purpose, position, duty, and the honour of labour. How Victor could grow into something greater if he just applied himself as if his ravenous studying and desire for scholastic ambitions were things to be overlooked or scoffed at. It boiled Victor's blood to never see a look of pride upon his father's face, despite his essays, speeches and even theoretical ideas and formulae; Alphonse never raised his voice in anger, but it also never filled with a father's pride either.

As the memories shifted, Victor swore he heard the beat of a bird's wings and feathers floating at the edge of his vision.

Then he saw his mother; skin flush a bright red, delirious from fever as tongue and tonsils were swollen as she grew weaker and weaker by the day. Victor saw how his father turned to piety and faith healers and how other doctors fled from her and only offered her painkillers to ease her pain and help her pass quietly. Victor hated how his father and the learned men of the great institutions of science and progress; failed to do anything even slightly to provide for the woman who encouraged him to be more than his afflictions. To become a great man of words and scholarly intentions and to be a force of revolutionary change and progress to all people.

Finally, as these memories faded into the void; Victor heard the shrill cry of a hawk and felt a beating burst of wind across his face as more feathers fell into view. While there was nothing to see, did not mean there was no sounds for him to hear. The words he heard were those from his father; Alphonse Frankenstein, a man who tried to charitably care for him, but his unflinching approach to solutions often left no room for Victor's wants and desires.

"He must be bed-bound Caroline; Victor struggles at the best of times, what he needs is rest and medication. He needs to abandon these dreams of traversing the realms of Europe as a master of the medical sciences. The doctors claim he'll be lucky to see forty under the best conditions; I am giving the right to heir to Ernest, because I know through him the Frankenstein line shall continue on."

Alphonse's words left a vile weight in Victor's stomach; because those words were exchanged in a heated exchange when his father opted to place Victor into an institution to alleviate the economic pressure of attending to his needs. An exchange where Alphonse had shouted about how the longer his first-born son lived; the more the family riches and image corrode away; as many, many people perceived Victor as some-kind of divine punishment for an unacknowledged sin within the family. Victor remembered how his mother criticised Alphonse for his concerns of a loss of image by many ignorant an the uneducated of the region. Caroline finished her rebuttal by stating she would do nothing less than continue to foster and bolster his academic pursuits and desire to be an innovative scientist and surgeon.

It was as his father exclaimed. "He needs to go to an institution Caroline! There, he stands a chance of something resembling a life." That the darkness he was afloat within ripple and shrug and shudder; like a cadaver preserved wrong and bloated with decay and verminous creatures feasting upon its ichorous discharge. The shrill cry of hawks, the braying call of crows and the sweet sounds of half a dozen songbirds filled Victor's ears as the sound of beating wings in the wind returned; louder and louder were the birdcalls and the wings the more and more the abyss bloated and swelled. Until, like an overstuffed sack of grain; the darkness split open with light and life and sound rushing and pouring over Victor with all the fury of a powerful storm.

There, Victor saw this new realm within his dream; one filled with the cries and songs of hundreds of birds, fields were marked and speckled with great orchids of fruits and flowers of every shape and colour; for a moment, despite Victor’s reservations of faith he believed he was gazing upon the gardens of Eden. He slowly took in all the great and wonderous sights that laid before him; his eyes drifted the great hosts of animals and plants and the gorgeousness that even the most eloquent and verbose prose of the pious would never full encompass; to the great mountain upon the horizon. There upon the mountain, stood a great gate made of gold flanked on either side by ceaseless zephyrs of fire, life, light and mysterious powers that Victor could not begin to identify; each pillar of greatness sang out glories and praises of God endlessly and with such vigour and volume that Victor felt the very sound pass through him. Turning his gaze back to the gardens, Victor saw a great and mighty figure stand before him; their flesh had more refined poise and beauty than any mere man could have ever achieved. Twelve wings unfurled from him; each wing was full of feathers that reflected dawn, noon, dusk, and nightfall; the great figure were a robe of gold and silver and their eyes shimmered softly like pale moonbeams.

"Am I dead? Did Igor fail me and leave me to die slowly within my dreams?" Victor harshly inquired as he marched towards the great angelic figure, despite his fury and purposeful movements; the angel appeared nonchalant to the point of unashamed indifference to Victor's words or his plight. "You know of what I am though you care little for me." The angel calmly stated, turning to bath Victor in the pale light of his eyes. "But do still the wicked fire within your heart; this is but just a dream, you are still of the living." Victor swore the angel had a satisfied grin upon its lips after it had finished speaking as if it was mocking his fury and his fear of death.  Victor felt his face become set in a still and stoic expression as he called to the angel that was before him. "Why appear to me? I hold no deference to the Maker, for I believe that if we are forged in his image; why should I worship that which shall we not someday become?" His question was sincere, if marred by Victor's bias to the sciences and his own ego.

Victor’s words seemed to influence the angel, as it started to march towards him. "For one so piteous and small; your tongue is bloated with maddening pride." The angel chastised Victor with a dispassionate voice as his gaze became freezingly cold and chilled Victor down to the bone. "To assert you can or may extend beyond the design made for you. But I am not here to weigh sins and judge the character of Man; for that and that alone is the Lord's purpose. I am simply here to gift you, portents of fate." Victor studied the face of the angel as he spoke up once more. "I am not a layman nor am I a poor-son or a man of piety; why should I believe in fate, in some immutable and inevitable design?" Victor questioned in a calculating and cold tone.

“Because that is life, life is a chain of fates and potentials and certainties. Seeds become plants, plants bear fruit, the fruit sustains living things and Man replants the seed. A cycle of certainty that can be affected by the simplest of changes.” The angel’s wings began to beat, causing great bursts of light and colour atarted to fill Victor’s vision. “We have spoken for long enough; now, now it is time to see how your life shall be lived and remembered Victor Von Frankenstein.”

[boricuacherry-blog]

Months before, Tupac had filmed his own death in a video. "It's just a fun little game...the game of life," Tupac said while working on the piece which showed him expiring, bullet-riddled, in an ambulance. "I know one day they're gonna shut the game down, but I gotta go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave."

Money B came to town to audition for the lead in a movie called Juice. Tupac tagged along.

They shot in Harlem with Spike Lee's cinematographer Ernest Dickerson directing. On wrap day Moritz took Tupac aside to congratulate him for his performance, and tease him about spending so much of his scale wages on gold jewelry.

Suge, who ran into Tupac at a recording studio, tried money first, offering $200,000 for a single song. Pac took the cash, but declined the Death Row invite. A seed, however, was planted. Earlier in life, Tupac had sold crack and his mother Afeni, a Black Panther, had dealt with a drug addiction, but he was on his way to fame.

The money, in any case, soon vanished. Some went for a Mercedes 300 - Tupac's dream car - which lasted less than 24 hours before he totaled it. The next day he bought another, and, when a friend admired it, Tupac gave it to him. He did hold on to an Oakland apartment, only Tupac kept forgetting his keys. He handled that by punching in windows, so many that after a couple of weeks his pad had the tightness of a colander. "Aren't you worried about security?" Shock G asked during a visit, gazing at the gold jewelry lying around. "Nah," said Pac, hefting an automatic weapon, "I got this."

Tupac appeared too busy to notice. Besides laying plans for a second album and another movie (John Singleton's Poetic Justice, co-starring Janet Jackson), he was preparing a benefit concert for Marin City's 50th-anniversary festival.

His tattoos seemed to incite violence. One showed a panther about to strike; another, an AK-47. But it was the three-inch letters he had cut across his stomach that said it all. THUG LIFE, they spelled - the i formed by a bullet. He'd explain that "thug" meant those who didn't have anything, and that the letters were an acronym for "The Hate U Gave Lil Infants Fuck Everybody."

The Atlanta charges would be dismissed, but there was one case Tupac wouldn't beat.

There were two versions of what happened. According to Tupac, he knew where things were going, but, uninterested in participating, got up and went into another suite to talk to his publicist. According to the young woman, she was raped and sodomized by Tupac and members of his crew.

"I'm going to show people...my true heart," Tupac Shakur said, pleading with the judge before being sentenced. "I'm going to show them the man that my mother raised."

The judge had other ideas. Condemning Tupac's "arrogance," he sentenced him to a term of up to four and a half years in the maximum-security facility at Dannemora, New York.

The approach to Tupac was smooth, too. Death Row, Suge said on a jail visit, was "family," and as "Daddy," he looked after all its members. He would put up Pac's bail. All Tupac had to do was join them. "I want a house for my moms," the rapper replied. Done, said Suge. Knight's lawyer, a white criminal attorney named David Kenner, scrawled out a three-page contract, naming himself Tupac's legal representative and Suge the controller of his business affairs. Pac gave it a glance and signed.

In 1996 singer Faith Evans - married to the rapper Biggie - found it hard to turn down an offer to record a song with Tupac Shakur for a self-negotiated $25,000. Now she knows this was not the best move. "I had no idea that Tupac had been signed to Death Row Records," she wrote. "I hadn't yet heard that Suge Knight had bailed him out." Her decision led to a decade-long rumor that she slept with Pac, which she denies. Even today she becomes unsettled by the topic of Tupac, and when pushed to talk about him, a clearly rattled Faith parses her words carefully. "I didn't know him. I don't know what motivated him. I'm glad I got through it the best I could." Unfortunately, she would not see a dime of the money from the recording. She says he told her if she wanted the money, she would have to "suck his d--k,' and feeling humiliated, she left.

He acted with Jim Belushi in Gang Related. So many scripts were coming in - so many that Tupac set up a company, Euphanasia, and hired his old friend Molly Monjauze to run it.

Their house - a Death Row-leased estate in suburban Calabasas - was always crowded. Pac's mother Afeni and sister Sekyiwa visited for long stretches, bringing Sekyiwa's two little girls with them. The Outlawz - Tupac's teenage cousins - were also in residence, along with any friend who needed a bed. Tupac completed the dorm atmosphere by installing banks of video games and slot machines.

The rest is well-known and told often. Tupac was shot. There are still some people though who believe Tupac is alive and well, on an island somewhere. Who killed him remains a mystery. Suge swore he wouldn't help,even if he knew. "I don't get paid to solve homicides," he said.

[jonnyperera]

The Evolution of Branded Perfumes - From Local Favourites to International Bestsellers

The world of branded perfumes in Sri Lanka has undergone a significant transformation over the centuries. What began as simple local concoctions has now evolved into a massive global industry, with branded perfumes becoming synonymous with luxury and personal expression. This article explores the journey of branded perfumes from their humble beginnings to their status as international bestsellers for birthday gifts for girlfriend in Sri Lanka.

Ancient Origins and Early Local Perfumes

Perfume’s history such as Giorgio Armani Perfumes in Sri Lanka dates back thousands of years, with its earliest use recorded in ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, and the Indus Valley. Initially, perfumes were made from natural ingredients like flowers, herbs, and spices, used for religious ceremonies, burial rituals, and personal adornment.

- Egypt: The Egyptians were pioneers in the use of perfumes, utilizing fragrant oils and balms in their religious and burial practices. The scent was believed to connect the living with the gods.

- Mesopotamia and Indus Valley: These regions also developed sophisticated techniques for extracting scents from plants and flowers, using them for both spiritual and personal purposes.

The Middle Ages and the Birth of Modern Perfume

The knowledge of perfume-making spread through ancient trade routes to Greece, Rome, and eventually Europe. During the Middle Ages, the art of perfumery flourished in the Islamic world, particularly in regions like Persia and the Arabian Peninsula. This knowledge was later transferred to Europe through the Crusades and expanding trade networks.

- Islamic Influence: Islamic chemists, such as Avicenna, improved distillation techniques, making the extraction of essential oils more efficient.

- Renaissance Europe: With the Renaissance, perfumes became popular among European nobility. Italian and French perfumers gained prominence, and the demand for exotic scents grew.

The Rise of Branded Perfumes in the 19th Century

The 19th century marked a significant turning point in the evolution of perfumes, with the industrial revolution bringing new techniques and ingredients to the industry.

- Synthetic Ingredients: The discovery of synthetic ingredients allowed perfumers to create new scents that were previously impossible with natural materials alone.

- Commercialization: Perfume production became more commercialized, with brands like Guerlain (founded in 1828) and Coty (founded in 1904) establishing themselves as pioneers in the industry.

The Golden Age of Perfume in the 20th Century

The early to mid-20th century is often referred to as the golden age of perfume, characterized by the creation of some of the most iconic fragrances and the emergence of several major brands.

- Chanel No. 5 (1921): One of the most famous perfumes of all time, Chanel No. 5, was introduced by Coco Chanel and perfumer Ernest Beaux. It revolutionized the industry with its complex, aldehydic composition.

- Christian Dior (1947): Dior launched Miss Dior, a fragrance that became an instant classic and set the stage for the brand’s future successes.

- Expansion of Luxury Brands: Many fashion houses, such as Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, and Givenchy, expanded into perfumes, establishing themselves as major players in the fragrance market.

The Globalization of Perfume Brands

In the latter half of the 20th century and into the 21st century, perfumes became a global phenomenon. Brands expanded their reach through international marketing and distribution strategies, transforming local favourites into international bestsellers.

- Marketing and Advertising: With the advent of television and later the internet, perfume brands leveraged sophisticated marketing campaigns to reach global audiences. Celebrity endorsements and high-budget advertisements became commonplace.

- Global Distribution: Advances in logistics and supply chain management allowed perfumes to be distributed worldwide, making luxury fragrances accessible to a broader market.

- Cultural Influence: Perfume brands began to cater to diverse cultural preferences, launching region-specific scents and marketing campaigns.

The Modern Perfume Industry

Today, the perfume industry is a multi-billion-dollar global market characterized by continuous innovation and fierce competition.

- Niche and Indie Brands: Alongside established luxury brands, niche and indie perfume houses have gained popularity, offering unique and artisanal scents.

- Sustainability: Increasingly, consumers demand sustainable and ethically produced perfumes, leading brands to adopt eco-friendly practices and transparent sourcing.

- Digital Transformation: E-commerce and social media have transformed how perfumes are marketed and sold, with online influencers and reviews playing a significant role in consumer decisions.

The evolution of branded perfumes from local favourites to international bestsellers is a testament to the enduring appeal of fragrance and its ability to adapt to changing times and tastes. From ancient rituals to modern-day luxury, perfumes have become an integral part of human culture and personal expression. As the industry continues to evolve, it will undoubtedly embrace new trends and technologies, continuing to captivate and inspire people around the world.

[jadorupabosblog]

rural analogue

attimes

you have

done enough

after which

you go home

when

you get home

did everyone

do their ernest

find ways

to make you

find comfort

and rest

almost

as if...

they could

loss you

for what

you have

to do

the herders

are traveling

south

the fields

have

been planted

it's about March

or April...

and soon after,

although

one waits

for the rains

When it does rain

and it turns into flooding

You too realize what you are...

same as the herds you tend

same like what you plant

same like what you build

you realize what you are...

[zooterchet]

The Rotary Lodge (The Vengeance of God)

Madison: Citizen's Rights, the movement of Bellicheck, to the New England Patriots, instead of the Minnesota Vikings. The NFL Meadowlands bet, on the Yakuza, not the Scottish Laureate Guild.

Garfield: The legalization of marijuana, for returning veterans, after the mass boat lift, the non-admissable Congressional testimony; "hearsay", Gotham, Ernest Charlebois's rule as Father Salvatore Luciano, World War 1 veteran.

Obama: The pressure through MI-6, on Dr. Joshua Golden, for the return to CIA service as NSA HUMINT, after five movies, as James Bond 007, with Felix Leiter as the online presence through Michael "B-Rock" Myers, and the MO as the villain, against Germans inside MI-6 wetworks, "slush funds".

Harrison: The Etrogan election, the raid inside FBI quarters of Taunton, and the revelation of extra-worldly abilities, the Celts; a connection to God, as the Devil.

Harding: The mass raids, on Catholic properties, kept outside the African orders of priests, dentists; a black pope, and a Black Pope; double black, you don't turn back, heart attack. The film, "The Conclave".

Washington: The election of Cortez, versus Rubio, the Coolidge film investment, after observance of "saudade"; not a Portugese porch monkey concept, the white Arab slave dealers, but African; the evidence of the black people, to learn, as in the 1940s Italian veterans of Tuskegee furnished arms to shoot whites; Sheriffs, having stolen African Gypsy women, to breed convict rapists.

Biden: Old Man Winter, the entire campaign, to refuse the Confederates, the Wiccan Confederation; at pain of own police daughter, Alexandra Gaetano, as rendered anemic, through veganism. Longshanks, removed to solemncy, refused from Robert the Bruce, at orders of English High Crown, and Middleton, "Hannibal Rising", David Charlebois. Aching testicles, and mouldering cunt, refused from each other. "Law and Order", McCoy and Benson.

Trump: The plant of five movies, Roger Corman Presents, through monitor populaces of Iran; a Persian-Mossad hit, outside of Students Revolution grounds, instead within the Shah. The soup man, featured on Seinfeld, as having been responsible. A force the United Kingdom, the Federal Republic of Germany and the Nation-State of Israel, have yet to fathom.

George W. Bush Jr.: The spiked Shirley Temple, for serving with Sprite, not tonic, on a vodka hit, the source of organ failure. George W. Bush Jr., was innocent, besides creating a rumor, that Charles Manson, controlled his mind. George W. Bush Jr., was "evil", for a single day. Mike Charlebois, created Helvetica, instead of Times New Roman, for "ireland"; "la-la-land". His son's "evil day", has yet to come, but it will be wrathful, having impugned a boy, a son, inside the womb.

[dzmoot]

TUUNS VS SHREKENOIDS PT. 2

So much for a quiet getaway. I'm not much of a writer so I'll just get right to the point instead of trying to be like the next Ernest Hemingtuun. We found ourselves on this vegetable planet, Manganese I think it was called. It kinda reminded me of the place Igginsworth lives, only the plant life (which is in great abundance) talks! Sometimes, they'll grow right out of the ground and start walking around or vice versa. Asparagus men, onion heads, lemon loafers, heck I wouldn't be surprised if there was a rutabaga running a marathon or a bunch of red leaf lettuce playing chopsticks on the piano.

We were intercepted aka attacked by a guy with a turnip head.

Before we could melt his head into turnip soup, he was eliminated by a giant carrot named Doc. He was a little scared of me at first considering I was half rabbit and rabbits and carrots are kinda like biscuits and butter, but he warmed up to me once I told him carrots gave me hives.

He told us we were wanted by the king and he took us straight to his palace inside a hollowed out green hubbard.

We stood before King Mundungus Brox, Sire of the Scallions, Connoisseur of the Carrots and Leader of the Leafy Greens. It's said his little brother was eaten by a furry three eyed beast, explaining his sour attitude. So this guy Cauliflower sent out a distress call saying he needed 5 warriors with different abilities to come and help him fight these alien guys that came out of a cloud of space dust. We hopped back into the Spaceslinger and headed out to Cauliflower's giant saucer, the Round Thing where we were greeted by a little penguin guy with a fishbowl on his head. Turns out it was just a hologram. My hand went right through him!

GREETINGS 5 WARRIORS FROM AFAR, I AM NUKIO, COMMODORE KOLLIFLOWER'S RIGHT HAND SPACEBIRD. WE ARE CURRENTLY HELD UP ON THE SURFACE OF SUMPLEI-ZELS FIGHTING THE SHREKENOIDS WITH VERY LITTLE AMMO LEFT. YOUR MISSION, TO TAKE OUT THE ENTIRE SHREKENOID SWARM AT IT'S SOURCE, THE HEART OF THE NEBULA. IN THE ROUND THING'S HANGAR BAY YOU WILL FIND HOVERSURFERS AND WEAPONRY TO ASSIST YOU WITH THIS TASK. TAKE OUT THE NEBULA'S HEART AND DESTROY THE SHREKENOIDS FOR GOOD. GOOD LUCK AND MAY THE PARTICLES OF THE UNIVERSE GIVE YOU STRENGTH!

Of course, you probably know what happened next. We hopped on those so called hoversurfers and I was extremely jealous of Siobhan because she got her hands on the lasersword before I did. Still, we soared through starville taking down Shrekenoid after Shrekenoid after Shrekenoid. Hampire even sunk his teeth into one and said it tasted like boiled sardines! I would've killed for an extendable nose or a magic wand. My dinky little gun took like 10 seconds to fry those little freaks! My ears and tail weren't cutting it either!

Finally, we made it to the Heart of the Nebula. I couldn't believe my beady eyes! There was a giant Shrekenoid just floating there, angry faced and all.

As I did many moons ago when taking out a giant Cyclowntopus, I soared right into the bastard's mouth and began frying his insides like scrambled lunar eggs. Turns out my blaster was on the wrong setting. Within minutes, he stopped making miniature duplicates of himself and bursted into little green chunks. Don't tell Hampire, but I do believe I am the true brains of the group! When we got back to the Round Thing, Commodore Kolliflower thanked us via hologram and told me I reminded him of a Mezarp, whatever the hell that meant!

[merinsedai]

Merin's Mediocre Guide to....Wincle.

#1 in my series of 'places I drive through and think are nice'

Wincle is a small village in the Cheshire Peak District. It's mostly farms but also has a church, a school, a pub, a brewery and a trout farm. What more could you ask for? Well, a shop. I love a little shop for all my disorganised needs.

I'm a sucker for a country church and this is a nice one indeed.

St Michael's is a traditional parish church with a Norman Tower. It looks very pretty in the Autumn when the ivy (Virginia creeper? I don't know, some climbing plant) turns vivid red. A church has stood here since at least the mid 17th c; the current building was completely restored in the 1880s.

There are lots of higgledy-piggledy graves in the church yard and there is a fantastic view back across to Hanging Stone (a local landmark) and general pretty Peak District countryside. (You can't actually *see* the Hanging Stone in this photo, but it's there and you can in real life.)

The church stands next to its associated CE Primary School. A cute and traditional looking little school. This building dates from 1865 though there has been a school here for a lot longer than that, apparently.

How cute is that little Spire? Anyway, unlike many rural primary schools (locally, this includes the schools at Wildboarclough, Flash, Meerbook and probably others I can't remember right now), this one has so far escaped the fate of closure.

Since they're completely surrounded by farms, these kids get to look at sheep and cows during their play times. Plenty of tractors rumbling past too. Can it be smelly? Almost certainly. Does anyone care? Unknown.

Wincle also boasts a traditional pub called The Ship Inn. I've never been in but my mum has and she was very complimentary. I was once told that the Ship Inn was named after local legend Sir Philip Brocklehurst, who went on a jaunt on the Nimrod with Ernest Shackleton in the 1900s (Good for him.) ship, The Swythamley, but since the pub has been named The Ship Inn for far longer than that, sadly that must be false. Maybe the picture on the sign was The Nimrod or The Swythamley? (It's a coat of arms now, but used to be an actual ship) Something to investigate. (Full disclosure- I didn't take this photo, I just got it from trip advisor.) Anyway, this place is popular with walkers and day trippers and it looks cosy.

While there is sadly no village shop, Wincle is also home to an award winning brewery. In 2019 it was named in the top 5 most scenic breweries in the country by The Guardian. Admittedly, when you consider where most breweries are located, this isn't too hard a list to top. However, it IS extremely picturesque, set in the valley at the bottom of the village, on the banks of the River Dane. The Dane forms the border between Cheshire and Staffordshire here, which begs the question (to me)- the houses on the other side of the river- are they still Wincle? Are they still counted as Cheshire? I know not.

Walks along the Dane Valley itself are very pleasant. Plenty of pretty pastoral countryside to see and in the Springtime, the forest is carpeted in bluebells. My photography leaves much to be desired but trust me, it's very pretty.

In conclusion:

What a lovely little village! Could I live here? No, I couldn't afford it. Also, there's no shop unless you drive to Macclesfield, and there's lots of snow in the winter and I hate hate hate snow.

Tune in next time for my medicore guide to.... FLASH!

[bluub]

May I ask for a lore dump of your three current favorite OCs?

My current favorite??? Oh lord, that changes like every week lmao. I think right now, though, my favorites are December, Forneus, and Victor (I haven't showed anything of him yet though I don't think). Two of the three are my favorite punching bags aha... Bet you’ll never guess which two.

(I don't know how to do cuts on mobile so sorry for the MONSTER WALL, I'll try to figure it our later. Also WARNING: really rambly. A true dump of words.)

December is one of my second generation OCs- which started out as a Hetalia thing, but as since drifted into its own category. He's in his early twenties, 5'6", and also devoted to God, though he's never been formally baptized. He dropped out of school at 13 and ran away from home due to some... issues, and ended up in several even worse situations. I'm not going to discuss those, though. It's not a nice thing to talk about. But he eventually found a church and took up residence there, and made some friends! He went home when he was 19 or 20 and currently lives with his brother. Their relationship is... strained! December is a mature lad but sort of emotionally stunted. He is also chronically bitchless.

He doesn't know how to work a phone or drive. He can only do math in the context of calculating prices and discounts, otherwise he's completely clueless. He learned to read and write from the Father at the church he went to. He can cook basic meals and likes cleaning and gardening. He's a pretty decent fighter but he REALLY doesn't like getting into physical altercations. Or... altercations in general. He is also claustrophobic. His favorite color is olive green for secret reasons.

He's hetero-demisexual.

Forneus is one of my Hell OCs! His official title is as a Marquis of Jinnestan (don't ask, for my version of Hell I just steal shit from everywhere basically), and he's probably the nicest of the Marquis. He is also 5'6". He likes hunting, knife collecting, and making his own paints with beast blood and plant pigments. He has 4 pet koi fish named Flo, Vi, Ru, and Orphan Screams (his favorite). If he gets stressed or angry to a high degree, he has a tendency to turn into a terrifying fish monster and cause mass destruction. This doesn't happen often, though. He has been dubbed the Royal Therapist of Jinnestan due to his friendly nature and incredible mediating ability, as well as offering therapy to his colleagues and subjects.

He absolutely despises Berith- which is significant since he doesn't even like to hate people, let alone wish them dead. He used to feel similarly about his fellow Marquis, Aamon, but they've since become more friendly with each other. He cries whenever he gets drunk, he's allergic to dogs, and he likes to sleep in his koi pond.

...Don't worry about it.

He is pansexual.

And finally, Victor is the product of my friend and I deciding to reimagine Frankenstein as a story about gay people. Victor is Victor Frankenstein, an eccentric and talented scientist, living with his younger siblings (Ernest, William, and Elizabeth) in the house he inherited from his parents. He is 31 years old (as all story characters were aged up several years, because I did something stupid lol) and A Height. I forget. He exclusively calls Cyrus (Frankenstein's Monster and his boyfriend) with titles such as 'beast' and 'devil' and 'ogre'. Affectionately. He despises cold weather- like he will not go outside if it's cold out, or only will with heavy reluctance. He does things that seem incredibly stupid, but he is fully aware of his actions and unlikely to actually get hurt. If he did get hurt, though, he wouldn't exactly care? He only typically cares fully about his health if it begins to impede his ability to think and work.

His eyesight is absolutely awful and he pretty much can't see at all without his glasses. He wants to invent something that will bring back his sight fully, but he hasn't quite figured it out yet. He's very passionate and tends to ramble on and on about how fascinating the world is and how amazing science is, but he rarely shows any other extreme emotions. He does not like to be angry, sad, or otherwise upset in front of others. It's unusual to him and makes him highly uncomfortable. He will, however, flirt with Cyrus and does like feeling a little bit flustered in return- but not too much. He likes being in control of himself.

He is very much gay.