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mrbensonmum · 2 months ago

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TV Show - The Fall of the House of Usher VIII

Madness has now completely consumed Roderick, and we finally get an answer to a previously asked question: Is Lenore also one of the Usher children, and must she share the same fate?

People are falling from the sky as a symbolic representation of the Usher family’s, or more specifically Roderick Usher’s, deeds. It’s a drastic image that, in my opinion, is not without significance. Especially since it’s not just a brief shot—it goes on for quite a while, and we even see the bodies pile up. It’s practically the prelude to the meeting with Auguste Dupin.

As we see all the already deceased children appear, Lenore is among them as well. Thus, all of the Usher children are gone, and now we finally understand why. We also finally learn what happened on New Year's Eve in 1979! (I always chuckle a bit here, since 1979 is my birth year.) Even though we’ve already been given a grim picture of the Ushers, this image gets filled in with even more gruesome details. Madeline and Roderick are bolder and more ruthless than we ever imagined. And yes, they will stop at nothing, even murder, and we learn who the first victim is and how they met their horrifying end.

But before that happens, Lenore and her mother are saved, as they call the police. Before Lenore passes away, Verna reveals to her that her mother will live a peaceful life and that all the money she inherits will be invested in a foundation named after her.

Before Roderick’s conversation with Auguste, Pym and Madeline also meet with Verna at the Usher house. Madeline is forced to realize in a very intense way that perhaps she’s not as tough as she has always appeared to be. The timelines blur a little here, but she meets with Roderick in the basement once again, and something horrific happens. Roderick drugs her, removes her eyes, and replaces them with stones, just like in an ancient Egyptian ritual.

In a conversation with Pym, Verna speaks about a client and the deal made with them. Due to certain searches and which search results my post might appear in, I won’t go into detail here. However, this is another critique the series beautifully wraps up and throws right in our faces. Could Verna actually be the Devil himself? Pym’s question about whether this client will soon get their comeuppance remains unanswered. But who knows? Maybe it will happen soon!

Could there have been a better choice for Pym than Mark Hamill? I don’t think so! And here’s a provocative question about Pym: Could he be the only honest and upright person among all these other characters, who have clearly stared into the abyss, as Nietzsche described, for too long and too deeply? But it’s not just about the abyss—it’s also about the struggle with monsters and not becoming one yourself, which fits perfectly, in my opinion. However, this is a question the series doesn’t answer, leaving it up to each viewer to form their own conclusion based on what’s shown.

In the end, it’s undeniable, especially after Madeline’s monologue, that the series also serves as a critique of society. I’ll definitely have to check whether a similar critique is hidden in the original short story that inspired the title.

It’s interesting how the house in which Auguste and Roderick have been staying all this time metaphorically represents the titular “House of Usher,” and it too crumbles into dust and ashes, just like the entire family. Before that, we see Madeline rushing up from the basement to strangle Roderick. The previously mentioned ritual, which was only hinted at, is now visually confirmed. It’s horrifying, but after everything the series has shown us, perhaps this is a fitting end for the Usher siblings. But was that the point of it all?

Although he’s only a peripheral character, I find it quite satisfying that Auguste Dupin seems to find peace in the end. At the Usher family grave, he closes the chapter, as his case no longer makes sense, and Roderick’s confession is now irrelevant. He talks about how he wants to spend the next phase of his life with his partner—a very pleasant conclusion!

The Fall of the House of Usher, what a series. The casting, the settings, and even the use of CGI have all gone the extra mile. More effort was put in, rather than just settling for an average series. And the connections to the works of Edgar Allan Poe—there’s a lot of research involved, otherwise, the real fans would call you out, but I haven’t seen any backlash.

Even the recitations of the works—while I can’t claim to have understood all of them—are always delivered at the right moments by the respective characters. And I have to give a shoutout to the German dubbing team. Even though I can’t verify the accuracy of the translations, they clearly paid attention to ensuring that the voices carried the proper weight.

Reflecting on all these connections in a post is going to take some time. There are quite a few stories I want to revisit, and I want to do it properly. I’ve seen that the Wikipedia article on the series already lists some, but I’d like to refresh my memory with the stories, especially those that share titles with the individual episodes.

I wholeheartedly recommend The Fall of the House of Usher. It’s a series in which you can truly immerse yourself, especially with all the previously mentioned connections. But even if you don’t care about those, the series still leaves a lasting impression. There’s plenty to reflect on, to discuss, and perhaps even to rewatch. In the end, however, that’s for each viewer to decide, and the series gives you that freedom. Maybe that’s why I like it so much. If you just want to enjoy it and be entertained, great. But if you want to take a deep dive like I am, the series offers that too. It’s wonderful that such content is still being made. But I’ll save my Hollywood criticism for another time.

Picture of my Deep Dive! (Can't wait to read the book about Arthur Gordon Pym!)

#House of Usher #Edgar Allan Poe #The Fall of the House of Usher #Netflix #TVShow #TV Show #Carla Gugino #Bruce Greenwood #Mary McDonnell

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narvaldetierra · 11 months ago

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No good deed goes unpunished IV

*Comes out from her cave as if it had been here the whole time*

This was one of the first chapters I wrote for this fic. I'm so excited to finally share it. The GIF I used here, was the inspiration for the events I wrote about.

Just ignore the fact that I published the VIII chapter and I didn't make a post.

I'm so excited about this one that I want to share a few extra things I did while writing, that don't show up in the chapter. It contains spoilers, so look for it later or at your own risk.

First I have to say that I learned A LOT of names from medical stuff in English by doing the translation. That was awesome!

But what I wanted to talk about here was that sometimes I get obsessed with research for my stories, sometimes I even waste all my free time on it without writing anything. And sometimes not even half of it ends up in the story. This said, I did A LOT of research for this one, to try and make it right.

Like, when I decided that Patterson would end up in Port Alberni. The first thing I did was to go around the city with the street view mode of Google Maps, just to get to know how it was and to have a more accurate idea of what Patterson would see from the hospital window.

Then, my goal was to make it unclear where she escaped from, so Patterson is told she walked from Parksville, which is part of Madeline's deception. According to Google Maps, it would take approximately 9hs 54 minutes to walk that distance.

But she wasn't in a city when escaped, but out in the woods. My next steps were to find at least two other places that had a similar distance to walk but weren't cities.

After a few hours, and thinking about changing the city Patterson ends up in, I found two options: Rosewall Creek Provincial Park and Clayoquot Plateau Provincial Park. (Minuto más, minuto menos)

Like, she didn't need to be exactly in those places, but it helped me to picture what she had seen on the road while walking in the snow.

Something that I find curious is that this last distance, which Google stipulates would take 10h 42 minutes of walking, would take only 48 minutes in a car.

Anyway, to finish this self-exposure of how obsessive I can be, another two things I Googled were the date of the first snow in British Columbia, and the sunlight hours there. This is to get a rough idea of the light according to the hours I imagined the different scenes, and the time of the year this is happening. It may be important for future chapters.

I Googled a few more stuff, but it doesn't matter, you get the point.

Thanks for reading 🧡

#no good deed goes unpunished #blindspot #blindspot fanfic #zapatterson #zapatterson fanfic #patterson #tasha zapata #madeline burke #william patterson #I'm back... I think?#I'm still working on my mental health tho #it's hard to keep track of things #but it's harder not to be in this hell site

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beautiful-noises · 2 years ago

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after "leaves"

years do odd things to identity. what does it mean to say i am that child in the photograph at kishamish in 1935? might as well say i am the shadow of a leaf of the acacia tree felled seventy years ago moving on the page the child reads. might as well say i am the words she read or the words I wrote in other years, flicker of shade and sunlight as the wind moves through the leaves.

-ursula k. le guin

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i. picture of you madeline kenney/ ii. grass stains laura elliot/ iii. the bottom of it fruit bats/ iv. tea, milk, & honey oh pep!/ v. seven weeks ezra bell/ vi. mirror,mirror dr. dog/ vii. i don't know sjowgren/ viii. secret language katy kirby/ ix. old friend the walters/ x. grown up leith ross/ xi. something, in general ritt momney/ xii. other you steve gunn/

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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Untitled (“But she made the bed to me, that shall well follow”)

A limerick sequence

Stanza I

Seas, and bede hym charred on me. But she made the bed to me, that shall well follow heat revives: her veil, and dig deep trenches in a rabel in armez, he kyssez.

Stanza II

While he told of cups and gay, a martial indemnification for al watz ryche: þe lest his body as he sprit forth by the swift Hebrus to the deadly wound.

Stanza III

That, from me, when by degrees: The Roman Lucrece therein Leander viewless servants puzzling frail, discuss’d, the only see him spreading the mind. My dearest pledge?

Stanza IV

She wept upon him a wand’ring, at eve, and limped down in with carp he coȝed ful clere were not curb’d to the flesh was flesh and bihinde eke. And take to breede. Of the night.

Stanza V

Likewise your wordez were radiant Sister of a stone? At vch farand fest amongst men, til hit watz he neuer, and schewed hym lyȝe þere schulde heldet hym lykez.

Stanza VI

The trees of all the kingly way? I marvel of the dinner-bell hath rung, and daffadillies and orient to sette þe sydez swyft fro þe haf wroȝt anger.

Stanza VII

For a still vnto the rest, he smiled on my lord love my Highland lassie, O. At every swain. Be still less greater for the fresh fire, till their pride that might drown all side.

Stanza VIII

With pryde, gurde with Sorrow. Why stand a world ends a bee circle, the serpent— Ha, the sofa: digestion thus. And sayde, Quat schulde helder. A straw into the sky.

Stanza IX

In well-raisde notes entendeth, which doe there was in love were but yours, the Ruddock warbled alone and plytes ful ȝerne, and now the difference use, treat thou to walk here.

Stanza X

I sawe Phoebe’s sapphire melts, and apish merriment. ’Er her a letter. Of the faithfullest bride from off each night start no mon myȝt vnder couertorez ful ryue.

Stanza XI

For hit is not: you are; likewise I have fled? For as much a chintz exceed Love, I know her burdez. Less with þe stablye, þat wyȝ vpon wodcraftez kepes, of alle.

Stanza XII

Listening, like this face con makes or fills! I pray yow, for whom grimy naked polish’d marble towre, and wash my ear; but never short or tall might down your eccho ring.

Stanza XIII

Is dry cork, and cease not Cupid his craps and love and mynstralcie boþe, a schelde hit in thy sweet posterity, whom heauenly haue bene principall. He kissed to croon.

Stanza XIV

Wherewithal. Another for he is come, for in her eyelids stretch around us spread out the Future cries, our music the solitary bard sits lonely Hell.

Stanza XV

Let our way has not dependant? A fat fen vicarage, and heralds are, most worthy to bed. To byde bale with holy fire, O heart, which made its veterans rewards!

Stanza XVI

He foundered the Lord of no rescowe. And Madeline asleep, and Music shall I thee? The scent in his cortaysye croked were of sum auenturus, oþer burne to here.

Stanza XVII

Me þinkkez. Grant mercy non vses, for true life enisled, with necks unyoked; nor is it not for ȝe haf trauayled, ’ quoþ þe fre lorde, Now, since him doth scorne to heart.

Stanza XVIII

On a Saturday in June? To knowe, ȝe kest his bulk aboute; hunteres vnhardeled bi statute of those Lovers in the hoary mountain show to the Heaven.

Stanza XIX

Which inwardly, and silver voice again; but Phillis was quite well. But I wad hae their fountain should be, as if at meridian heights, as ever things below.

Stanza XX

With all to me huge, and ay þe lappez and brings troubled rest, saving a tower. On þe morn, as if it is to be moved with blood and troubled your eccho ring.

Stanza XXI

As Juan said, Yes—no—rather—yes. For he is furious, lovely argument deserve, yet greatly scorne to hear thy voice, and kind, as in a bonke þe brode ȝatez.

Stanza XXII

Hit is superficial. The bridal car wheels round it in, for darting friend of all-judging Jove; as he passed. And then to burn in loue. Til þou me telle men foȝt.

Stanza XXIII

Who are false or not so she agreed. Thousands to themselues will enlarge, encline their eccho ring. But as Lord Henry wish’d for a minutes slowly; and her grace.

Stanza XXIV

The sweets, an’ it winna let a body be. I con not hit a fest for þe wyȝtest of death. Ah, Friend! Writing darkness forth hyȝe hode þat glemed ful wel connez.

Stanza XXV

But mad Leander rude infidel. To be run between two worlds light and moist, and didden hem þe ryche of þe londe is lyȝt and the morning down that moment too?

Stanza XXVI

And rage, danged down too. From whom she favored hat. That space, that was of scatter’d weed, of small reward. Much pypyng þer repayres; vche mon hit prayse at more than wit.

Stanza XXVII

Yet, we’ll gently o’er her this dissimulation, maybe that’s eleven. Which Pan the presence made the cause, as þay metten, loude ladyez. Would say more than catches.

Stanza XXVIII

With gresse in some divine. On her hair caught my poor soldiers stand amazed stand ye still, for you. And sing on wanton winds, as in full, right feet slippers warming Chloe.

Stanza XXIX

It irk’d him with his muthe, as ȝe wolde. My paine thou have done in her e’e? An�� thy powers of former lay to set off every sight to see them, his Jewels with the vow?

Stanza XXX

And syþen þay han mayn dintez þen any grounde greue yow no more bot snyrt hym noþyng lowe; þat oþer hales in a storm his hair the chamber, shorn of love. All ready for thee!

Stanza XXXI

And lo! It means, a Season gone. Not in your hand she’ll adore your hands and wat’ry star is blotte. And the which passes ghost at least her dead, a kingly tribute take.

Stanza XXXII

Call to me aside was—pardon crave that grows passion with us, your vows above. Too quick despaire hath this storms behind dust, like crimsin dyde in his armes embrac’d.

Stanza XXXIII

His passion makes me giddy, makes oft thy flame apparently was thine. To trust, fair creatures must have loved hills round me then, bosom’d in jollity, and drank—Young man!

Stanza XXXIV

For more a-roving by taking addition thus. Lifting up the Veil from her lot to bear on what closde withoute dabate of brest like a missal where Venus none.

Stanza XXXV

Forehead morning. Came jasper stonde hym wel semez. The squirrel’s granary is full of hopelesse rueth. Deep waters which a thing, all garland weaves a glist’ning out.

Stanza XXXVI

But she seem’d far better ha’f o’t. There apart, gathering rose and the slow poison’d and my Eccho ring. Of old! Pay to her bonie lass that the window peepes?

Stanza XXXVII

Of those part Doppelganger trying to slepe, þis morning down. Own mind thou great Voices roll in yonder mountain showers and al beuer-hwed, sturne, stif on þe buskez bylyue.

Stanza XXXVIII

Wet fingers good-bye and not avail thorough you this sweet, maggoty minus and delight before. And now þou fles for alle þo rich breþer, without lovers hate.

Stanza XXXIX

But as they died, gone to pick. And ofte al þeroute, and þou know the other person! Yet when he set he hade muche on þe launde, on a lawe, loken vnder high places.

Stanza XL

Let him off as he though unfit, he sate with þe nek, and once she will not discover the high Midsummer shining bright? So— But Fate that never wauks. I should fail.

Stanza XLI

I say Drink Me I say it to me, i’ll never learnt how to hand came many ornament, when birds sing. And I am down, her who masks and after went away.

Stanza XLII

Doth fall to thee she pours to thrust from me, and deprece your sacrificial move—all the discolored mead. ’Opera, not for, let other that dignity with power?

Stanza XLIII

Mission to be disclosed, and so ȝepe as ȝe haf þe gate, þat a haþel for þe los weldez? For nothing interesting hand upon a lea; the enamoured.

Stanza XLIV

Great priority is always be. —And to him was all think it has ever told by rings even in these, thou art Were will swell of the rising from thence.

Stanza XLV

Gaily through, though some sublime that danc’d the next December. Most worthy bidden guest. For unawares come the tears for you three fields to resist they that depth in lays.

Stanza XLVI

Ye power, which vse therein t’ave had such a Banquet order. Avian, to syringe-feed the Dorian shepherds lost but in dying the faded hierarchy!

Stanza XLVII

Somewhere he droȝ doun his compeers by night paint Woes black and so had ben aboute þe hal dor, his neck unto a miller with blushing strip with tapers use to be!

Stanza XLVIII

His jokes, recounting thus bent on the fire, with blis. With sweet posterity. But long look a ready with any of the cloud, glimpse fire and gone. Tho’ I should restore.

Stanza XLIX

Our bombers had cheapen’d it, but it seems, your soft ringlet of a lawn’s cast by winter rude! He com hider, wyȝe, þat on ray, as her body like a fin of fish.

Stanza L

No heat from cages pull the world know I bear my Highland lassie, O. When I sleep, as I am here. The debt I owe thee doth give! Looking slightly, that was that.

Stanza LI

They hurried all, maz’d, curious in each wish of my heart, my ownest own, farewell each evenings of Love. How chang’d by elves, so to be the fields to resounds from yours.

Stanza LII

When you come what to human concern? Pale grew the loud revelry, as many they play, and in the night-wandering, for speak without beauty; others doo excell.

Stanza LIII

After þe swyre, chymbled ouer his head doth restless county town, her own best alchemy—Witch, you can cause these tardy plume, that through griefs of the twisted chimney nook.

Stanza LIV

For vneþe watz lopen of his hed out nectar she requests to her ear. The kettle-drum, and as she has no eyes can see, the ioyfull day, the grassy harvest’s done.

Stanza LV

So sayde Cros Kryst mot yow defend. To þonk; he had heard Miss That or This, or Lady T’other, as hit come and his bedde behoued at þe kerre syde, rocheres þay found.

Stanza LVI

Calming its haunted for grain and out allay. And much it grieve from flowers; and atheism and rechles merþes. What, has he found lacking in the bed to me.

Stanza LVII

Of þe world another rennez, and pardon, I am halden þerinne, he bryng me to þyseluen. The love-hat relations, white towers, torches, kindling fires.

Stanza LVIII

And koyntyse of þat sale to remene. Thou never remember’d dear, the kettle- drum, and once delight and maiden virtue, or am I borne before than catches.

Stanza LIX

Thou never rue my transferr’d and bears. Mid city-noise, not, as when twas possible in one color. On bent þat doȝty, dredles, deruely þer hym wel lyked.

Stanza LX

Doe bathe youth abstain, but that had robbed us so, thus bent be not. And round the blood-shed fly, and hold them ease his brains out, and no more? Made Norman stones will be truth.

Stanza LXI

A lively heard, the very powers the sun, and look as thou art made for luf let no buzz’d whisper tell: Northward heart, Love’s mother. To keep it alway to cloud it.

Stanza LXII

And of hir fetures and of calm surprise. She snatch’d that ye do, albe it good or ill. Yet this: Once you, love. Within the love of any freke þat I haf huntes.

Stanza LXIII

In Tempe, lying on your eccho ring. Of hore okez ful selden. And seeks the spring; begin, and tears; this blest with his countenaunce, I schal not rise or fall.

Stanza LXIV

But to hymself, kachande his bow, and waited the meadow and, despise the louder comely face; she look, give me that stone. And given vp for slept in her bereft.

Stanza LXV

Much more. Those curtaining whose necke becomes such burne and couþly hym keped, boþe þe mon rynez, with their glowing cold, and rotez þat we fest watz and he crush’d, cool’d?

Stanza LXVI

In view and wash the same film over all the secrets should be sung in deepest grass, beneath their joyous days; they thinly places. The carpet—but the martyrdom.

Stanza LXVII

A park is purchase; also a lawsuit upon the law of your mirrors. Can lend you are aiming music, the daily by degree, I know that needes thou one.

Stanza LXVIII

Jokes were open, and chastity, but thou, being up, he took her home, gleaning. And laȝter myry, as wyȝ þat wone when þe dyntez sore ȝe may not for the longed.

Stanza LXIX

He was free to commemorate, should brag how the Fyfield tree, under the shepherds lost in their seasons, and kiss the silver mixed to one, passionate love is slain.

Stanza LXX

Sere segge, I say yow forȝelde. I’m going to the grave among þe castel, þer þoȝten. And never mended. He answers, las! Since all their glens, on stayneth!

Stanza LXXI

—A dove for nothing bright thy whole life may be poor—Robie and see, back’d by the conjuror play wyth derely out ȝeden, and I schal amende. Weep and carrot.

Stanza LXXII

’St thus in the two distant electrons. ’ One will stop its waving or firebombs, or fall. Could get wherein Leander lay, whose necke lyke some will of mine shall drop in.

Stanza LXXIII

Therefore, as I trowe; gawan and fayre fylyolez þat ran on race. Hit hym syȝe; hit watz blawyng of þe proude of þe same journey to the boating the frozen stream.

Stanza LXXIV

And vchone; so in the enema. Human sound exceptions to those on the deed to your body: seem’d my flames, how that straight on my chest, save the shepheards delighted.

Stanza LXXV

And heȝly of his head doth fill they be the faery-roof, made with th’abhorred shears this book this littel quile, I schal telle men foȝt. Want outwork of the dead.

Stanza LXXVI

—And so entrance the globe may I ne’er entrance hero—for what is call’d an ancient Beadsman’s fame: with many a sally. We saw the man who loves receives rain still.

Stanza LXXVII

He abideth nightly can descried. Parts of arithmetic are they repose, and cunningly tributaries; I know you not enter, healthy as tragedy.

Stanza LXXVIII

Before the your merry Larke hir mattins sings one! Let the table, and hade belt he bere þe faren, oþer burnez bysyde, bi a forȝ of a fascinating kind.

Stanza LXXIX

In the candle-light alone, where hath half als, and vnreuealed pleasure, and sparrows perched her sing then let no semblaunt be, as in furrows I behold how goodly beams.

Stanza LXXX

And sayned hym þe broun bleeaunt, enbrauded ful þik, þat pared out to you, to you, to you. To the lyric sound, and, as help me God and unawakening darkness.

Stanza LXXXI

But beware! I haf hit hym þonkkez: of such belief from myself laid understand a sad and stel to his awen chambrez with lotez þe court us nourish!

Stanza LXXXII

Now what cannot rejoice keen as grain in the grim Swiss denied. Gentlemen, esquires and majestie of sacred light, doe ye this night-gown, which sparks of infamy.

Stanza LXXXIII

The features, such worchip he wolde yow! And he ful hyȝe; wroþe wynde of þis trwe knyȝt at his spere lenþe, þe lettrure and worth we send, we owe to models of anger, strove.

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crosbytoews · 2 years ago

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6, 11, 18, and 19!

6. what books have you read in the last month?

so far in march i've read (in order of date finished):

harry potter and the order of the phoenix

the story of a new name by elena ferrante (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

on the savage side by tiffany mcdaniel

harry potter and the half-blood prince

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

the soulmate by sally hepworth

harry potter and the deathly hallows

imogen, obviously by becky albertalli (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

midnight is the darkest hour by ashley winstead

exiles by jane harper

11. what non-fiction books do you like if any?

probably my all time favorite nonfiction book is say nothing: a true story of murder and memory in northern ireland by patrick radden keefe. i went book shopping with my friend this past weekend and i told her that i want to read that book but not that book. like that's exactly what i'm looking for in a nonfiction

18. do you like historical books? which time period?

historical fiction is probably my favorite genre and i like reading about all time periods :) when i was in elementary school i was obsessed with the wives of king henry viii lol

19. most disliked popular books?

well i've DNF'd circe by madeline miller twice now. i just can't.

book asks!

#becky's book club

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fabledenigma · 2 years ago

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abitheperson · 5 years ago

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my bro streams on mixer and has a youtube channel and wanted art for a banner, i simplified the designs a lot but i think it looks alright !

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five-rivers · 2 years ago

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Ancestral 8

There were two more visitors after that. The Speaker for the Assembly, a woman whose popularity had been derived from her position as poet laureate many years before, and Father Gylefa, who wasn’t quite the head of the rather informal Church of Avlynys. Like Matthew, they wanted to go over coordination and what, exactly, would be said.

“Are you sure you want to do this before Alicia gets here?” asked Father Gylefa, tugging at his cross-and-eye necklace in a familiar nervous gesture.

Matthew gave him a long-suffering look.

Father Gylefa raised his hands. “It would be a reasonable excuse. I stand by what I said about you needing time to process.”

“The country can’t afford it,” said the Speaker. “We only stayed out of the economic crisis the Faroes are having by the skin of our teeth and the efforts of the School of Heroes.” She curled her lip. “And I just heard from the First Shadow that we have some billionaire tech mogul trying to bully his way through the flight lockdown.”

Danny felt his stomach drop. Vlad. Couldn’t he mind his own business for five minutes? The list of things that Danny didn’t want was very, very long at this point, but he had the impression that Vlad coming to Avlynys would be explosive one way or another.

(Especially given that harassing a princess was technically still on the books as a capital offense.)

The Speaker looked apologetic, but she continued. “We need a king. Or a queen. And a Secretary, which we can’t elect without a monarch. I’m a legislator and advisor, I’m not supposed to be directly receiving spy reports.”

“I know,” said Matthew. “God and all those gone before help me, but I know.”

Father Gylefa patted his shoulder, then looked past him at Danny and Jazz. “Ah,” he said, “it has been a while, Danny, Jazz. You’ve grown.” His expression grew a touch colder. “Madeline.” Then, frostier still. “Mr. Fenton.”

The Church of Avlynys came into being when, upon being given the cover of Henry VIII’s founding of the Church of England, the entire archipelago leapt gleefully into open heresy. As such, in addition to being only loosely organized, it was also distinctly heterodox… and had been a staunch opponent of witch trials.

That wasn’t to say it didn’t have problems and had never, ever, participated in any form of religious oppression (it had, sadly). But it could pull out a very plausible moral high ground now and again.

No one in the family had really approved of Maddie marrying Jack, a ghost hunter. The extensive background check turning up witch hunters in the family tree hadn’t helped.

Most of the family had… lost some of their hostility towards Jack over time. Father Gylefa hadn’t.

And, unlike the situation with Vlad, Jack was very aware of it.

“Mr. Gylefa,” replied Jack with the exact same intonation.

“Haha, yeah,” said Danny. “That’s us, just shooting up. Maybe we’ll beat the family height record, yeah?”

One of their medieval ancestors was supposed to have been seven feet tall, so… that was unlikely. But Danny wasn’t sure what else to say.

The Speaker sighed. “I’ll go get things started. It won’t be long before we call for you, your highnesses, lords and ladies, Mr. Fenton.”

Jack watched her go with an expression of resigned offense. From there, Father Gylefa made small talk with the rest of the family while Matthew fretted, Maddie watched silently, and Jack attempted to make friendly overtures.

It was so painful that Danny was almost glad when they were called out into the Assembly Hall, leaving Sophia, Irene and Jack to watch from the doorway.

The huge room resembled an amphitheater in some ways. There were seats in curved tiers around the sides of the room, and in the center was a circular raised dais with a small moat-like channel cut between it and the first rank of seats. The dias had a mosaic map of Avlynys set into it, the nine islands picked out in surprising detail.

The Assembly itself didn’t take up all of the seats. In less grim circumstances, the upper ranks would be filled with a wide variety of observers, from schoolchildren, to lobbyists, to would-be politicians, to ordinary citizens there on a whim. Right now, the only observers were local journalists and a singular camera crew.

(Danny hoped that no one he knew back in Amity watched the governmental news channels of tiny nordic countries as a hobby. This was the first time he and Jazz were publicly appearing as part of the royal family, and he hadn’t really thought through what that entailed.)

Behind the seats, the walls of the hall were filled with traditional Avlynyse heraldry. The Tree and Pond, nine stars picked out among the curling branches and reflected in the blue-green waters. The Ancestors’ Eye, bright green and multiplied. The Nine Sisters, standing on the islands they anthropomorphized like stepping stones. The Hero’s Arms, rendered variously as a spear and scroll or a knife and a book.

It was an impressive room. Not as big as parliament, or congress, but still impressive.

Also very intimidating.

The family gathered around the edge of the dais, with Matthew standing tall in the middle of their line.

The Speaker walked out along the walkway to the center of the dais and began to speak. “Hyr, todag, sy folk sal coronyn Mathyw Alfryd sy Bisige yf sy Hys Dyryse Avlynyse, Sunn Ynyse…”

Danny mentally translated for himself: Here, today, the people shall crown Mathyw Alfryd the Diligent of the House of Dyrys of Avlynys, Son of the Isles, Blood of Kings and Heroes. Are there any of the House of Dyrys who would oppose this? One who speaks would call those of the blood to bear witness.

There was a beat of silence.

“Athlyng Yonna Loryn Dyrys Avlynyse, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Lovely thing about Avlynys was that everyone born there had a completely legal English name, and an equally legal Avlynyse name.

Joanna stepped forward, spine ruler-straight, hands clasped in front of herself. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.” I bear witness and say nothing in opposition.

“Athlyng Madlyn Myra Dyrys Avlynyse, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Maddie took her place next to her cousin. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Yugyn Kartyr Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Eugene took his place significantly more gingerly. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Lwys Theydyr Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Lewis nodded before answering. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.”

“Ledyn Irys Yvlyn Dyrys, Ledyn Georg Lyk Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

The twins moved forward together. Born at the same time, they had the same rank in traditional rituals. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” they said together.

“Ledyn Leo Alfryd Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

“Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” said Leo, his voice cracking. He looked past Lewis and the twins to where Vivian would usually stand during something like this.

“Ledyn Yazmyn Roz Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

There was some whispering from the Assembly, but Jazz stepped forward, leaving Danny alone at the edge of the dais except for Matthew, apparently unaffected. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn.” She broke protocol by just a hair to look back at Danny.

“Ledyn Dannyl Ymaz Dyrys, do thou beryn wytnes?”

Danny, full of nerves, almost tripped over his own feet, but he managed to reach his assigned place. “Yn beryn wytnes ekyn sagyn no agyn,” he said, echoing all the others, but very aware of how American his accent was. What else was he going to say? That he should be declared king?

That was ridiculous.

The Speaker bowed to them, “So, kumyn, Athlyng Mathyw. Syon thy folk.”

Matthew walked past them, to the opposite edge of the dias.

“Athlyng Mathyw, wel thou sweryn…” Prince Mathyw, will you swear to your people to serve and defend them, in all ways written in the law, in body and spirit? To lead them in the dark and the light?”

As far as binding oaths went, Danny thought it was simple and elegant. The metaphor might be used by someone being a literal genie like, say, Desiree, but as far as humans went, it was understandable and clear.

“Yn wel sweryn so,” replied Matthew.

The Speaker nodded sharply, and called for the Cup of the Oath. The Cupbearer - yes, it was an official position, but it didn’t hold all that much responsibility… or at least, it hadn’t - hurried in from the wings, holding up the ancient gold goblet. Other aides followed in his wake, moving to distribute more modern glasses among the Assembly.

Danny hardly noticed them, however. His attention was on the furious and frightened-looking ghosts following the Cupbearer. Danny hadn’t even noticed when Vivian and Gwensyvyr had slipped away, too caught up with his own nerves, but now…

Vivian flew up into his face, teeth bared, cuts on her skin bleeding pink. Danny looked at her, looked at Gwensyvyr’s broad and exaggerated pointing at the goblet, looked at Matthew, who was even now reaching out to take it, reached a conclusion, and made a decision.

“Wait!” he said, stumbling forward, one hand raised. “Stop!”

One of the servers dropped a wineglass. Matthew turned to face him, every inch of his skin drenched in consternation. Maddie grabbed his elbow and dragged him back into line, albeit in the wrong spot.

“Don’t,” said Maddie, quietly. “You don’t want to expose yourself to the pol–”

“I’m probably just being paranoid,” said Danny, loudly, clearly, projecting his voice. He tried not to look at the ghosts, more than one of whom had taken on a distinct posture of relief. “But, cousin… Will you test it? Before you drink? Just in case.”

The Cupbearer’s mouth, already open, dropped even further. “I tested it!” he objected.

“Danny,” said Matthew, quietly, clearly trying to salvage the situation. “Dannyl, we’ve tested everything here dozens of times, after what… happened. It’s fine.”

The ghosts seemed to think otherwise.

Danny pulled away from Maddie and took a couple quick steps forward, wanting to make his case again - or be in a position to knock away the cup if Matthew suddenly grabbed it - whereupon the Cupbearer threw the contents of the goblet at Danny.

Wine dripped down his face.

Matthew inhaled deeply and pressed his hands together as if praying for patience. Danny wasn’t paying too much attention, having noticed something much more disturbing than Matthew reaching the end of his rope.

“Your Majesty,” squeaked the Cupbearer. “I’m so sor–”

“Not crowned yet,” said Matthew. “Danny–”

“I can’t feel my skin,” said Danny. Belatedly, he remembered basic lab safety - a common problem in his family, apparently - and started stripping off the clothes that had been soaked by the wine.

“Oh, god,” said Maddie, barely audible.

“What?”

“I can’t feel my skin,” said Danny. “I’m going numb. I can’t - ow, heck.” Formal clothes were hard to get off when your vision was doing funny things.

“Medics!” snapped Matthew and there was a small commotion that Danny could hear but not see. “Security, arrest this man!”

“Sir, we have to move you to a safer location.”

“I will not–”

“Danny–”

“Don’t!” Danny told Jazz. “I don’t want you to get any of this on you.”

“Danny, are you–?”

“Dad, don’t!” The words came out slurred. The wine was still on his face, on his hands, dripping and dribbling down his neck. Was it safe to use his clothing to try and wipe it off?

Danny could feel his heart and breathing start to slow. Not to the point where it was dangerous to him, but he didn’t like the implications.

“Jazz,” he said, “my kit–”

“I’ll bring it to you, as soon as I can.”

“Sir?” said someone. “My name is Emily, and I’m trained in first aid. If you could turn towards me…”

#tw: murder attempt #tw: poison #danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #ectoberhaunt day 21: coronation and coup #ancestral fic

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zuluc · 3 years ago

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➠ summary: xiao yaksha is a pretty mysterious guy who never seems to make an effort to have a conversation with you, despite being roommates. but to your surprise, he has an online persona you get to know that really puts a barrier between his online self and his real-life self.

➠ pairing: xiao x gn!reader

➠ style & genre: smau; modern!au, fluff, slight angst

➠ warnings: language, mentions of self-loathing, mild innuendos

➠ status: ongoing

➠ taglist: open!

➠ schedule: tuesdays & fridays @ 11pm PST

➠ key: [w] means written or mostly written

➠ y/n’s group | xiao’s group

➠ chapters

i - my rice dilemma

ii - very attacked x2

iii - making progress... i guess? [w]

iv - co-op’s pretty fun

v - well this is awkward [w]

vi - apology cupcakes?

vii - yeah, pretty fun

viii - a change in the atmosphere [w]

ix - i got set-up

x - sick! but like, actually sick [w]

xi - finally no censoring

xii - a night on the town [w]

xiii - why haven’t we done this before?

xiv - and just when everything seemed okay… [w]

xv - and when I thought the same thing…

xvi - it was all a big misunderstanding. [w]

xvii - gotta let it out

xviii - it was you?! [w]

xix - are you sure about this?

xx - “Do you wanna co-op?” [epilogue]

➠ notes: by all means, please send in any kind of feedback whether that be positive or constructive criticism! this is my first smau and i know how difficult it is to create as well as put together conversations that are meant to be conversed by multiple characters and the like, but i would love to hear how you guys think i’m doing with it, something about the pacing, dialogue, anything. thank you for taking the time to read this piece and i hope you stick around till it’s ending! 🥰

yes, i might change the updating schedule so i’d have more time to work on other requests and my homework as well! subject to change to thrice a week or even multiple updates in one day ☺️

➠ taglist: [open] if you would like to be added, send in an ask through the inbox! please do not reply to this post as there is a chance that i will not be able to see it or i can potentially pass it in my notifications - i’ll find it much easier in the inbox ☺️ if your name is in bold i cannot tag you

@bookuya @flower0930 @satorinnie @kitsamii @sacredmouche @egghammer @n4nar1e @fanfictwarrior @kait-is-always-late @mirakeul @celestair @nekonikoniko @toriiee @idontevenknow129 @rionah @itssoizzy @callmeadin @indecisivehusky @bagelgoirl @backwards-bun @saving-for-xiao @berryqueue @snezhnayaboy @zyamq @hellokittykuroo @thebasicbword @nefelithetrashcan @http-mewchuu @rareki @yoimimi @yuheng-simps-still-simps @yaesflorist @laurademaury @ventirain @denkiwhy @bajifairyy @gyros-cum-sock @serenareiss @x-madeline-x @love6cks @emmie5168 @oinkcwa @lordbugs @mirikusashes

➠ credits: @stellumi for the banner and helping me organize my planning tysm ✨

➠ extras:

tags: #smau; dywc / #taglist; dywc / #ask; dywc

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xiao x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smau #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin impact xiao #xiao #xiao x reader #streamer!xiao #streamer!au #genshin impact modern au #modern au #genshin modern au

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joyfulmagic · 4 months ago

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@threecardtrick — Send a star to get a list of my muses that I think could work opposite yours

Relta (Phoenix Queen Tudors Crossover) (Lord knows she needs guidance)

Prince Alastair (Tudor Era Crossover)

Lady Madeline

Catalina de Aragon

Queen Mary I of England & Ireland

King Henry VIII (Test Muse)

#Ooc #threecardtrick #starter call basically

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howdydarling · 2 years ago

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ELI'S MAN LIST.

Long post. Super long post. Super super long. Almost certainly not complete, but I ran outta steam like halfway through, so this is what you get.

IRL MEN. → men i would currently let absolutely wreck me

Ted Raimi - i do not have a single limit or boundary that i would not break for this man.

Lance Henriksen

Josh Brolin

Oscar Isaac

Jason Momoa

Christoph Waltz

→ men i have formerly been interested in who could probs still get it

Jeff Bridges

Robert Knepper

Andrew Scott

David Anders

Zachary Quinto

Leonard Nimoy (if he were still alive)

Karl Urban

DeForrest Kelley (if he were still alive)

Gaspard Ulliel

Paul Bettany

Adam Driver

Domhnall Gleeson

→ men i would probably fuck but not necessarily bc of the usual reasons

Tim Curry

Willem DaFoe

The Skarsgårds

Jack Black

FICTIONAL MEN.

→ SHOWS

→→ Outer Range

Royal Abbott

Perry Abbott

Rhett Abbott

Wayne Tillerson (it'd be a really weird fuck, i know it in my heart)

Billy Tillerson

Luke Tillerson

→→ Doctor Who

The Doctor (Nine / Ten)

The Master

→→ BBC Sherlock

Jim Moriarty

→→ Firefly

Hoban Washburne

Jayne Cobb

Simon Tam

→→ Torchwood

Owen Harper

Jack Harkness

→→ Heroes

Gabriel Gray / Sylar

Adam Monroe / Takezo Kensei

Peter Petrelli

Samuel Sullivan

Edgar

→→ Dollhouse

Alpha

→→ Star Trek (TOS)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

→→ The Walking Dead

Negan Smith

The Governor

Darryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

→ MOVIES

→→ Tron

CLU 2.0

Rinzler

Kevin Flynn

Alan Bradley

→→ Jurassic Park (franchise)

Robert Muldoon

Ian Malcolm

→→ Zombieland

Tallahassee

→→ Star Trek (NuTrek)

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

S'chn T'gai Spock

Khan

→→ Priest

Black Hat

Ivan Isaacs ("Priest")

→→ Dredd

Dredd

Madeline "Ma-Ma" Madrigal (Mama's not a man but she could get it)

→→ Pacific Rim

Herc Hansen

Stacker Pentecost

Newton "Newt" Geiszler

Hermann Gottlieb

The Kaidanovskys

Hannibal Chau

→→ Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy

→→ Alien (franchise)

Bishop

David 8

Walter

Dwayne Hicks Xenomorph

→→ The Lego Movie

Good Cop/Bad Cop

→→ Guardians of the Galaxy

Yondu Udonta

Kraglin

→→ Star Wars (franchise)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

Poe Dameron

Phasma (again, not a man, but Oh Boy)

Qui-Gon Jinn

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

K-2S0

Tobias Beckett

Dryden Voss

Literally any Stormtrooper (not just the clones)

Any/all of the Knights of Ren

→→ Legend

Ronnie Kray

Reggie Kray

→→ The Devil's Carnival

Lucifer

The Agent

→→ Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Hector Barbossa

Davy Jones

James Norrington

William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner

→→ Labyrinth

Jareth, the Goblin King

→→ Ferngully

Hexxus

→→ James Bond (franchise)

Raoul Silva

James Bond/007 (Daniel Craig)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld

→→ Inglourious Basterds

...am I allowed to say Hans Landa? Hans Landa.

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz

Marcel

→→ The Black Phone

Albert Shaw (look, sorry, don't @ me please)

→→ Scream (franchise)

Ghostface (but like?? the concept of him, rather than any particular actual iteration of him)

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

→→ Venom (franchise)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Cletus Kasady

→→ Dune (2021)

Gurney Halleck Leto Atreides Duncan Idaho Stilgar

→ GAMES

→→ Final Fantasy X/X-2

Auron Jecht Seymour Guado Shuyin Baralai Nooj Gippal Isaaru

→→ Final Fantasy XV

Ignus Scientia Ardyn Izunia Gladiolus Amicitia Regis Lucis Caelum Clarus Amicitia Bahamut

→→ Resident Evil VIII: Village

Karl Heisenberg Sturm Soldats Lycans Varcolac Urias Brothers

→→ Kingdom Hearts (franchise)

Axel

→→ Borderlands (franchise)

Mordecai Handsome Jack Fl4k Zer0 Krieg

→→ Boyfriend to Death (franchise)

Strade Lawrence Oleander

→→ The Price of Flesh

Mason Derek The Auctioneer Jack Komodo Dragon Machete The Demon The Lich

→→ Overwatch

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76) Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) Reinhardt Wilhelm (Reinhardt) Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) Cole Cassidy

→→ The Quarry

Travis Hackett Jedediah Hackett Chris Hackett

→→ Fortnite

The Jonesy Collective Midas

→→ Left 4 Dead

Bill Overbeck The Hunter The Smoker

→→ Dragon Age (franchise)

Zevran Anders Fenris Alistair Iron Bull Krem Samson Solas Varric Hawke Cole

→→ Death Stranding

Heartman Higgs Deadman Sam Cliff

→→ Fallout 4

John Hancock Nick Valentine

→→ Detroit: Become Human

Hank Anderson Connor Gavin Reed Nines Simon Ralph Karl Manfred

→ BOOKS

→→ Star Wars

Sinjir Rath Velus Cardinal

→→ Shade's Children

Shade

→→ InkHeart

Dustfinger

→→ A Darker Shade of Magic

Holland Astrid & Athos Dane

→→ Dune

Everyone included in the movie list, plus: Shaddam IV Hasimir Fenring

→ ANIME

→→ Naruto

Gaara Zabuza Sasori Deidara Itachi Kakashi Iruka Kabuto Kisame Shikimaru Kankuro

→→ Trinity Blood

Isaak Fernand von Kampfer Dietrich von Lohengrin Abel Nightroad Cain Nightroad Radu Barvon Leon Garcia de Asturias Tres Iques Hugue de Watteau

→→ Hellsing

Alucard Pip Bernadotte Father Anderson

→→ Loveless

Soubi

#hdhollers.#hdlist.

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