#Sybil Harding

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

"Hello, I'm Sybil. Sybil Harding."

Name: Sybil Eleanor Harding

Date of Birth: February 25th 1924

Family: Gwen Dawson (mother); John Harding (father); David "Davey" Harding (younger brother, b. 1930)

Education: Primary and high school in Ripon. Department of Journalism Studies at the university of Sheffield (graduated in 1945).

Work experience: Apprenticeship at a local newspaper in Ripon (1945-1948). Hired at The Sketch in London in 1948.

Favourite colour: Teal

Favourite (and least favourite) food: Parkin - especially the one her father prepares. Drinks tea with milk and no sugar. Eats almost everything but she is allergic to mustard.

Favourite artists: Billie Holiday and Myrna Dalgleish.

Sexuality: Aro lesbian. In a relationship with her "roommate" and old best friend from university, who writes for another magazine.

Idols: Her nakesake and her mother's benefactor, Sybil Crawley. Emmeline Pankhurst. She also admires her employer, lady Edith Crawley, and The Sketch's editor, Laura Edwards.

Friends: She feels more at ease with male friends than with other girls. Generally remains friends with past lovers. Becomes friends with Marigold Gregson soon after Edith introduces them.

Dream: To publish her own magazine. To learn to speak French. To meet Billie Holiday.

Personality: Stubborn. Generous. Introverted. Dedicated. Ambitious. Devoted. Always ready to help others, but she would die before asking for it herself.

Habits: Wears one of a pair of rings she and her roommate have exchanged as a sign of their commitment to each other. Started smoking to imitate Laura and keep her company during her smoke breaks and soon developed an addiction. Bites her nails when nervous.

Faceclaim: Ellie Bamber - with red hair!

*****

Here is my first OC!! Hope you like it, I hope I can write more about her!

Thank you to @queenmeriadoc for their encouragement.

[themalhambird]

There were times when Ankh-Morpork as a whole possessed a conveniently short memory. Inside of a week “that thing with the dragon” was already being forgotten, partly because nobody wanted to admit they’d thought crowning a bloody great lizard was a a good idea and partly because no one wanted to remind the Patrician that they’d been complicit in locking him inside his own dungeon. The palace was repaired; any damage to the city was propped up or painted over. Nevertheless, there were clearly going to be some lasting effects. It was early in the morning, and Sybil Ramkin was leaning over the Patrician’s shoulder, examining one of the said consequences with a somewhat critical eye. “It’s not bad, Havelock,” she said. “A little more practice, perhaps.”

Lord Vetinari hummed his agreement. His fingers did not stop switching lace bobbins from one position to another, moving pins down the board and leaving a slightly lopsided web in his wake. “I find it…relaxing,” he said. “A challenge, to be sure, but easier to wrangle than the city.”

“To be sure,” Sybil repeated with a wry smile. “Lacemaking is only a craft that takes most people years to learn properly. You’ve read one book and away you go. Honestly Havelock. You’re insufferable.” 

Vetinari smirked. Sybil stepped away from his shoulder and strode gracefully to the far end of the long table, sitting opposite her old friend and helping herself to breakfast. “So,” she said, “Captain Vimes.” 

She waited. Vetinari said nothing. His bobbins clacked. Sybil popped a grape into her mouth. “”I’m not going to sit here  playing mindgames with you, Havelock. I’m not one of your little lace bobbins- I’m your friend.”

“”Captain Vimes” is not a statement that seems to require a response, my dear.” Vetinari set down the bobbins and sat back in his chair, tapping one slender finger on the wooden armrest. Sybil smiled. 

“Fair enough. Let me rephrase. What do you think of Captain Vimes?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I like him.” Sybil said frankly. “I like him a great deal.”

“Why?”

Sybil gave a half shrug. “He’s passionate. Blunt, but the honesty is charming. He’s brave- heroic-”

“-an alcoholic. Hardly a paragon of the law. Oh, he may not take bribes, but the Night Watch as a whole doesn’t have much of a purpose beyond running away at the first sign of danger.”

“Now that’s unkind- they were fighting Wonse and the dragon whilst you were sitting in a prison cell. Look, Havelock,” Sybil sighed. “I like him. I really rather like him. So I would like to know what you think of him.”

“...I think,” Vetinari said slowly, “that given half a chance Samuel Vimes would lock me up and throw away the key. I think that Samuel Vimes has a great deal in common with his famous ancestor and I think, Sybil, that if you like him, there wouldn’t be any harm in continuing the acquaintance.” His mouth curls in a sly smile. “Besides,” he said, “Think of how it would annoy Ronnie Rust- Lady Ramkin, consorting with the plebs.” “Well,” Sybil said. She picked up another grape. Vetinari picked up his bobbins. There would be City Business to attend to, soon enough, but the Patrician could spare another ten or fifteen minutes on Ankh-Morpork’s richest daughter who had, after all, been through so terrible an ordeal lately. And, considering Wonse's betrayal- though it had hardly been unexpected- Havelock wanted to spend a little longer in company with his old friend. Besides. It was gratifying to know that he wasn't the only person to see the merit buried deep within Captain Vimes, and Vetinari wanted to spend a little time ruminating on all the doors that Vimes forming a connexion with Lady Ramkin might start to open up...

[zagreuses-art]

For a guy who never really shows interest in anyone Vetinari sure gets shipped with a lot of people huh!

Inspiration image and the names the hands belong to under the cut

Apparently this is a still from the move "Malena", I found it on Pinterest I think

From right to left the hands belong to: Sybil Ramkin, Lord Downey, Moist Von Lipwig, Sam Vimes, Lady Margolotta, and Rufus Drumknott. Leonard da quirm is in the background inventing a blowtorch

[klinefelterrible]

Does anyone else cry at the last meeting with the King in Fifth Elephant? I was reading it at work yesterday and lucky me noone was around because fuuuuuck. Every single part hits hard

[kitkitart]

have a warmup doodle for christmas!!!

I beat Signalis this year too. got the Promise ending. Will see about replaying for the other endings. I felt like drawing Sybil again lol

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

I know it's almost impossible to choose but if you had to choose one of your mutuals OCs to add to your main timeline who would you pick? Answer in the tags

[flowerprintundies]

The Phantom Empire (1988)

[direwombat]

5 songs, 3 outfits

tagged by @corvosattano, @carlosoliveiraa, @voidika, @g0dspeeed, and @socially-awkward-skeleton, @inafieldofdaisies, and @aceghosts to do this fun little game 🧡🧡🧡

sun bleached flies // ethel cain

"god loves you but not enough to save you," so, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself; so i said fine, 'cause that's how my daddy raised me: if they strike once, then you just hit 'em twice as hard.

crossroads // tracy chapman

all you folks think you own my life, but you never made any sacrifice. demons, they are on my trail; i'm standing at the crossroads of hell

knockin' on heaven's door // bob dylan

mama take this badge off of me, i can't use it anymore. it's getting dark, too dark to see. i feel i'm knockin' on heaven's door

baptize me // x ambassadors, jacob banks

i been prayin' for redemption, learnin' my lessons, my pain is my therapy

eight // sleeping at last

i want to break these bones 'til they're better, i want to break them right and feel alive

dear reader // taylor swift

dear reader, bend when you can, snap when you have to

bastards // kesha

i got too many people i got left to prove wrong; all those motherfuckers been too mean for too long

them dirty bones // mike waters

here i go, i'm not shaky but i'm weak at the knees, and i don't even know if anybody's even listening to me, but i'll grow old; lead the way so i might as well risk it, I don't wanna die and never know

hercules // sara bareilles

i miss the days my mind would just rest quiet. my imagination hadn't turned on me yet. i used to let my words wax poetic, but it melted at a puddle at my feet

heroes & thieves // vanessa carlton

well, i'm stubborn and wrong, but at least i know it. i keep moving along and hope i can get through this

tagging: @marivenah, @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @sharkyboshaw, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else who wants to give it a go! (taglist opt in/out)

[bee-turtle-kind]

Scarlet Hollow characters I DO trust with my life and love: the demon stalking you, your cousin everyone hates who has likely committed murder, the abomination of changing flesh and bones that hangs out in the morgue, the possums in my drawer

Scarlet Hollow characters I DO NOT TRUST and never will: sybil. fucking. Local Town Grandma

(Also accurate small town representation)

[deelovesbooks]

Burrow's end episode 5 spoilers without context

[literalnobody]

Tumblr insists I compress these down to ugly quality >_>

You can listen to the Prologue and Chapter One if you want to understand what to heck is going on here!

Listening time: 17 mins~

Sound effects used: [x][x][x]

[quill-n]

I've finished another animatic!!! I've been working on this one for a little over a year now, and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

Here's the YouTube link for anyone that wants to watch it over there :)

This one follows the story of @antnutella-blog's and my dnd characters. Their lore will be under the cut <3

Characters:

Dragonborn - Sybil (she/any)

Aarakocra - Wetherby (she/her)

Half orc - Valscez "Val" (he/him)

Tiefling - Nyx (he/him)

Story:

Sybil was a pirate sailing the seas and terrorizing the Lucidian Ocean alongside her partner, Wetherby. She loved living out on the open waters, but she was at odds with their captain, Covell the Fierce, growing frustrated enough with him to attempt a mutiny against him. But even with Wetherby's aid, the mutiny was unsuccessful. In a panic, Sybil managed to escape, but in turn she abandoned Wetherby at the wrath of Covell. Feeling guilty but having survived, Sybil decided to run, leaving her seafaring life—and Wetherby—behind.

Val and Nyx grew up in Shadycreek Run together. Childhood friends to lovers, their hearts were in good places, but their circumstances led them to a life of crime. Nyx joined the Myriad, and Val tagged along as his bodyguard. It was all cut short when Nyx was allegedly killed. Having no reason to stay with the Myriad any longer, Val left to become a paladin of Bahamut.

The two met on their journeys across the continent, meeting new friends and eventually becoming a true adventuring party.

While they travelled, Tiamat came to Val with an offering to bring Nyx back from the dead, and Sybil discovered that Wetherby was still alive. Though it went against everything Val stood for, he accepted Tiamat's offer. The party followed these leads back westward across Wildemount with Wetherby as their guide, and they found Nyx in Nicodranas, working as a sailor. It turned out that Nyx had faked his death and started a new life away from the Myriad, but not wanting to get involved with a betrayer god, he rejected Val when they initially reunited. In turn, Val severed his connection with Tiamat and started to reconcile.

Meanwhile, Sybil and Wetherby slowly reconnected, enjoying each other's company while Sybil tried to forgive herself for all her mistakes. However, when they all ended up on the same ship heading to Darktow, it was revealed that Wetherby had been leading them into a trap. She briefly took Nyx hostage while an enemy ship approached, and slit his throat when he tried to fight back. Sybil made a quick and painful decision to take Wetherby out, but it was already too late for Nyx.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

DOWNTON ABBEY HEADCANON

In 1948, Edith interviews a potential new journalist for her magazine; she is young, but capable and ambitious. "I have always wanted to become a journalist, ever since I was a little girl." she says; she has dark red hair "My parents have always encouraged me, especially my mother; se said writing and typing was in our destiny."

The young woman is hired. "Welcome to The Sketch, miss Harding." Edith says, and her new journalist beams.

"Thank you, my lady. But please, call me Sybil."

Hello, I'm Sybil. Sybil Harding.

[the-darkmess]

Channeling Stella hard right now

SYBIL KILLED PEARLANNE! The tea she gave could have killed her in her sleep.

Sybil is connected to most of the things happening!

She is giving Tabitha tea to suppress whatever is in that locked door in the basement

She knows what Wayne is, enough that it's said that he visits her for help. He has mushrooms coming out of his wrist and she has mushroom tea.

She is giving Joan Kelly the Ricin to keep Reese from changing

Her bloodline has been in the Holler for as long as the Scarlets and is most likely the witch that Kaneeka becomes from the Resonant.

The witch sends Charlie to seek a stone seal, just as Sybil is send you to find them

A witch healed Enoch's younger brother's legs but he was pronounced dead instead, per the corners reports in the clinic

Y/N's mom went to Sybil for help when she was pregnant, likely for some fear for the Scarlett bloodline doing something to you.

Miles admits his mother is a witch and thinks it's cool. I believe she is teaching him the family secrets because Kaneeka railed so hard against magic existing. This could be why she gives Miles so much more freedom. (Could he have been sent into the mines with the seal on purpose?)

I think Sybil gave Tabitha tea to give to Pearlanne, knowing you would come back to the Holler for the funeral. Your blood is somehow unlocking those stone seals! She's causing all of this, and using whatever bullshit the Scarlet ancestors got up to for her own gain.

This woman has everyone in her pocket.

DONT DRINK THE TEA! @blacktabbygames

[h4ise-art]

in the midst of ramadhan (cuz yknow im fasting) and also with the shitton of assignments beating the shit out of me, i sketched full bodies of the dorian gray characters i designed so far!! i'll probably doodle some scenarios soon after i done my work

[banaaang]

Max took this

OG under the cut once more