#Express Judith

[sapphiel]

Random Express AU I thought of, where the staff work at a candy shop instead of a train~

Welcome to the Candy Express~

[creepymarshmallow3]

[ Be Not Afraid ]

[Original concept from @fotonyron]

[forsakenprogam]

I’m bored so I’m posting art again

🎀

[flying-birdie]

sry Judith

[dorky-stars]

Another little doodle of my favorite maid and butler hehe

[temssfun]

YIPPEE EXPRESS

[weaver-z]

I'm not trying to call this person out, because he seems cool overall, but I really think that people might want to think before they write things like this in their Barbie reviews.

[eileennatural]

sitting around emotionally compromised thinking abt how big and loud rick grimes' feelings are and by comparison how quiet carl is. sure, carl gets angry and picks fights but when is he loud or expressive? they have the same dynamic in almost all of their most devastating moments. after lori's death, rick is screaming, crying, rolling on the ground and carl is just standing there quietly and alone. when negan makes rick think he has to cut off carl's arm, rick is crying and begging and carl just quietly tells him to do it. when carl is dying, he's reassuring rick that he was a good father. hmm interesting

[episims]

Hanna "I was called! I come when I'm called. Hello, Judith Root! Still green, like Jonas. But – your hair is shorter! A new cut? Cut away to look new. For a change?"

Judith "I have a few questions for you, Hanna."

Hanna "Ooh, I like questions! Both asking and being asked. Answering and getting answered!"

Judith "It's important that you answer in short. Do you understand?"

Hanna "—yes."

Judith "Good. Do you know how to cook?"

Chase *mutters* "Of course she knows how to-"

Judith "Let me review the product, please."

Hanna "Chase Craig is correct: I can cook! I have prioritized 63 different recipes for common use. I can look for more if desired."

Judith "That's enough for now. Do you have any skills useful for childcare?"

Hanna "Yes! I know many, many stories, almost as many games, I can come up with new ones, too! Both stories and games. And, oh, I know how to give first aid-"

Judith "In short, Hanna."

Hanna "-I'm excellent at childcare. I'm programmed to be!"

Judith "Hmm... seems like we have a deal, Craig."

[sapphiel]

Twin Express

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

[alisfelia]

vienna secession

The Vienna Secession was an art movement founded in 1897 by a group of Austrian artists, including Gustav Klimt, Josef Hoffmann, and Koloman Moser, among others. They aimed to break away from traditional academic art and established their own exhibition space known as the Secession Building. The movement embraced a variety of styles, from Symbolism to Art Nouveau, and played a pivotal role in the development of modern art and design in Austria. The Secessionists prioritized artistic freedom and innovation, often incorporating decorative and symbolic elements into their works.

judith and the head of holofernes by gustav klimt

[philosophybitmaps]

[breadedsinner]

Judith: Fenris, if you have a moment... you and Isabela.

Fenris: Is there a problem?

Judith: Not at all. It's a matter of technique, not occurrence.

Fenris: ...Technique?

Judith: Yes. The last time we were together as a group, Isabela was talking about the color of your underclothes and plucking your eyes out. Next thing I know, the two of you are spending your evenings together. Which is it, the threat of bodily harm or the invasive questions?

Isabela: (if in the party) Oh, I got invasive all right.

Judith: I'm only curious. Is one of those things enticing to people? Is it both? Do you enjoy one over the other?

Fenris: Hawke, is there... someone you wish to entice?

Judith: I just find it curious. If II had wished to bed someone, I would not have ever thought to say such things. I have not done so in a long time, I thought perhaps popular methods had changed.

Fenris: I think perhaps you would do better to rely on your own charms.

[bilbotargaryen]

Judith's scream is so damn haunting. I love it.

[deadlyhuggles6]

Grievances of a Painted Lady

Based on the painting Judith Beheading Holofernes, Caravaggio, Michelangelo Merisi

Oh Caravaggio, exalted painter, Why must you paint me so? Have you not read the scriptures; What I did when our governors failed my people?

Have you not heard of my strength; How I took off his head in two blows? So why Caravaggio, Do you paint my grip so weak?

I did not stand so separate that night. It was no passive act, when I drank with Holofernes Drugging him with my beauty and charm. But still, you draw me at arm's length.

And my poor maidservant, you show a hag over my shoulder Wrinkled and twisted, eyes widened with evil intent. As though she was pushing me into this crime, As though it wasn’t always my plan to save Jerusalem.

Look at the splash of his blood, Caravaggio, I feel it sticky on my hands, like honey sweet wine. Imagine how his hair felt, bloodied artist, Curled in my hands, the only support his head had.

Do you know the taste of bloodlust? when i went Unto our leaders, I begged of why they tempt God, To work within our human limits, and told them I Would be God’s vengeance unto the enemies of Jerusalem.

I tasted the blood then, heavy and metallic In my mouth. I taste it again now, but it is sweet. For what they had asked of God in five days, he has done through me In four. Will you call that innocence Caravaggio?

You must admit, if you had truly read of me, then you would know How Judith, widow of Manasses, threw off the widow’s garments, Tied up her hair, and by the grace of the Almighty Disappointed the enemy with a woman’s hand.

Oh, painter, how you disgrace me. Jerusalem praised me As blessed by God for my bravery and yet you show me weak, Countenance twisted and brow furrowed with uncertainty. Why could I not have been painted by Artemesia?