#Theophilus Chin

[pridaxus-worldbuilding]

The names of the representatives of the House of Lords and the House of Commons

HoL Prime Minister Hester van Loo

HoL Wilhema Chatham

HoL Centworth Iekatsu

HoL Theophilus Oglesbury

HoL Cao Hao

HoL Min Chin-hwa

HoC President Louis-Elliot Peel (Representative from Hoofdzee)

HoC Honora Kilinoch (Representative from Revlon)

HoC Godiva Framlingham (Representative from Etoh)

HoC Dong Mei (Representative from Itheosia)

HoC Sanjo Oine (Representative from Sappo)

[inurehuman]

pantomime reboot

Full Name ── Theophilus William Camden

✮ Proxy Name ──PANT⦻MIME

✮ Nicknames ── Mime, Smiler, BNW freak (BY jeff, doesn't like it)

✮ Gender ── Male

✮ Sexuality ── Aroace(Cupioromantic and asexual)

✮ Sexual Preference ── None

✮ Pronouns ── he/they/it

✮ Date of Birth ── 19th september 1906

✮ Age ── 118

✮ Place of Birth ── England

✮ Nationality ── English

✮ Languages ── BSL, speaks English when xe is forced to speak

✮ Scars ── scars and burn marks across his skin from being tortured while he was in the "hospital"

✮ Height ── 6'8 feet

✮ MBTI ── INTP

✮ Zodiac Sign ── Virgo

✮ Natural Hair Color ── brown

✮ Hair Colour (now) ── black

✮ Hair Length ── to xiers chin

✮ Eye Colour ── Black

✮ Skin Colour ── brown

✮ Smell ── Black ink

✮ Proxy-mark ── wrist(covers them up)

☆ has met Zalgo before two years after being turned into what it is now and 3 years before being turned into a proxy

☆ gets along best with the organ harvester, Ticci toby, Pick pocket and Terror tony.

☆ tried to kill jeff once during a manic episode

☆ Once kissed the organ harvester

☆ Sexualizes himself during depressive episodes

☆ insomnia (Heightened in Manic episodes)

__`☆ About them:`__

❧ Status 》Dead/entity

❧ Species 》Proxy(?), demon humanoid

❧ Relationship 》Single

❧ Skills 》 murder, whipping, dancing, a bit of art

❧ Likes 》watching EJ bleed sometimes, dancing to music, listening to people he is fond of ramble, Peperoni, Human flesh

❧ Dislikes 》Bullies, crowss, smell of smoke or coffee, some textures (polyester, cheese), getting forced to talk (it hurts them, due to their vocal chords being permanently damaged from being tortured.), BEN, Jeff and Natalie, Laughing Jack(finds him creepy)

❧ Touch 》 hates it, but let's some people touch his appendages

❧ Fears 》losing a person they are fond of, seeing his father again

❧ Triggers 》Talking about xiers past, calling xem names, saying the sentence, "Dont fight back, let it happen, it will all be okay soon."

❧ Weakness 》Will cry if remembering his past, cries acid, anxiety, cuts his appendages sometimes when triggered, can barely talk

❧ Working for 》Slenderman but disobeys sometimes

❧ Work 》Proxy

❧ Addictions》cutting

❧ Earning Trust 》possible but takes at least 5 weeks

❧ Items 》Candy canes, whips, book and a pen

❧ Aid 》 ticci toby at times.

❧ Parental Figures 》None.

❧ Theme songs 》 So cold by Breaking Benjamin, Emergency contact by pierce the veil, Going under by evanescene, Zombie by the cranberries and if you can't hang by sleeping with sirens

❧ Disorders 》 Existential OCD, social anxiety, emotional disorder in childhood, generalized anxiety disorder, Schizophrenia, C-PTSD, body dysmorphia, major depressive disorder

__`☆ Favourites:`__

❧ Favourite Interest 》 bugs, how human nerves work, dancing to music Life in general

❧ Favourite Songs 》I will not bow by breaking Benjamin, bad things by get scared,dead memories by slipknot

❧ Favourite Artists 》 Breaking Benjamin, sleeping with sirens, decaying nature, Black Sabbath,Slipknot

❧Favourite Animal 》xe eats animals when he can't get humans, but insects, especially Beetles

❧ Favourite Colours 》 Maroon red

☆༄࿐ Personality`__

It is observant, and tries to be polite as much as they can, when they are triggered however they often lash out in a way of hurting their fond ones and will cry about it later on and apologize in a way of giving them gifts (which can be handmade or an eye that they ripped out of their appendages). Generally shy, and often stays with a person they are fond of to socialise. When they are having hallucinations they will hide themselves under its appendages and not come out until someone else comes in and "protects" them from what they are seeing. They are a sensitive person and hide in the shadows. However, don't underestimate them. He is capable of killing people in brutal ways, like ripping out their spine and then eating their lungs

•☆༄࿐ Backstory`__

It was 5 a.m., and my father just went out of my room after screaming at me and telling me I will not get food tommorrow. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and blood dripped down my nose, 'Hold it in. You know Father doesn't like it when you cry.' I think to myself and get up and make my way towards the door.'It is my fault, I shouldn't have screamed about the man standing in the doorway. At least he is gone now.' I silently whisper as tears keep falling down, and i wipe them away. As I make my way over to the bathroom, I see that terrible creepy man again..His eyes, wait no he doesnt have eyes, nor a face in general, it reminds me of the dog like creature, but that one has somewhat facial features. I dont like them. I can feel a headache forming. He is waving. I shut my eyes and ran to the bathroom, hoping for it to be over and quickly clean up my blood, and and sigh out again. It hurts. I decide to just go back to sleep. Crying is for the weak, that is what the father said.

Of course, I am awoken by the sound of yelling. My father hit my mother again, which is normal for my family.. I wonder why she doesn't fight back, even if it is the opposite of what she always tells me to do I still wonder why, she is strong, I've noticed after she slapped me for asking if I am actually real. _"Dont fight back, and let it happen, it will all be okay soon."_ common sentence I have heard a lot of times now. I wish father would be nice again, then I wouldn't have to hear it. I can't say it, though, otherwise father will hate me just like I hate myself. I put on a smile to not seem too terrible as Father sends me to school even tho I don't want to go.

In school, it is terrible once again, the kids mock me for my stutter, I can't help it, and it is not my fault. They exclude me from games in the break, they don't talk to me, and they throw sand or pebbels at me on the playground. Oliver does it the most, I don't get why he doesn't like me. I never talk to him. He tells me it is because I am a devil's child. But I pray every night to God? If I am a devil's child, why don't I have horns? Why doesn't my body look weird? Am I actually real? Is everything real? What if this is not real and I am dreaming? Questions run through my head, but I stay silent, I pinch myself and put on a smile. Okay, I'm not dreaming."It will all be okay soon." I repeat in my head until I am home.

At night, I pray once again, I get tired of praying, but I don't dare tell. If I do, My Father and the priest will be angry at me."Dear God. Please protect my mother and me from my father. Amen." I silently whisper as I hold my 6 year old hands together and hold my eyes shut.

My mother comes into my room, she tells me good night, and that we will go to a special place tomorrow. "Did God hear my prayer? How can he hear my prayer? Is he real?" I ponder after she has left my room, and I write and write into my diary until I fall asleep.

I am awoken once again by my mother. This time, she isn't screaming. However, her eyes are puffy. Has she been crying? She tells me to pack my things to go to the special place, someone will help me there. They will 'fix' me. But what is there to be fixed?. Will they fix my brain? Will they fix my stutter? What will they fix and how? Could I have figured it out? I take my diary with me and my clothes and ofcourse I shouldn't forget Smiler, my plush dog.

We ride in a train, and she hugs me a lot of the time. Father tells her to quit it. She does stop hugging me,yet she squeezes my hand and excuses herself as she begins crying again. Why is she crying? Is it my fault? I squeeze her hand back. I stay silent.

Doctors await me at the special place, smiling. I ponder again. Why am I here?

I tremble and tears slip down my cheeks as I open up my diary for the first time in a long time and begin to write."It is terrible. Everything hurts. They beat me a lot of the times, they use me, and they forget to give me food. I don't understand how I should be fixed, I want this all to stop. They made me dance for them today like they did all week. They made me touch them, I do not want to be here anymore. They take needles and inject them into me, i believe i have abornmally grown.." And I write and write until I see matches laying on the ground..

The building has been burned down. However, there has been a diary found. It is covered in dirt and most pages are unreadable, but scientists have been able to decipher some pages. "I can hear them. They are right behind me.And I can see them. They are laughing at me, mocking me. I'm still locked inside, I want to get out.. they forced me onto a machine yesterday, It burned and burned. Today, they took me into a room away from the others and whipped my back until it bled. It all hurts so much. I dont understand why, i had to stay silent or otherwise they wouldve have put me on the pullmachine again, i dont know if my body can take anymore..They injected something in me today again, it hurts. However, it will all be okay soon. I will be fixed. That is what they said. I need to pray again."

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Nissan 400Z Nismo (render), 2020. Australian website CarAdvice.com.au and their resident render artist Theophilus Chin have imagined what a high performance version of the new generation Nissan Z might look like. The 400 refers to a possible 400hp produced by version of the Infiniti Q60's 3.0-litre VR30 V6 they speculate could power the car

[traumacatholic]

The Panagia Portaitissa (Greek: Παναγία Πορταΐτισσα; Georgian: ივერიის ღვთისმშობლის ხატი) also known as the Iviron Theotokos or Iverskaya in Russian, is an Eastern Orthodox icon of the Virgin Mary in the Georgian Iviron monastery on Mount Athos in Greece, where it is believed to have been since the year 999. According to the sacred tradition of the Eastern Orthodox Church it was painted by Luke the Evangelist. The icon is referred to as "Wonderworking" meaning that numerous miracles have been attributed to the intercession of the Theotokos (Mother of God) by persons praying before it. The synaxis (feast day) for this icon is on February 12, as well as on Bright Tuesday, and also on October 13 for the translation to Moscow of the Iveron icon.

The icon belongs to a family of images of the Theotokos known as Hodegetria (Greek: Όδηγήτρια, "she who leads the way") after the prototype from Constantinople. In these icons, the Christ Child sits on his mother's left arm and she is depicted pointing to Christ with her right hand. Another famous icon based upon Hodegetria is Our Lady of Częstochowa.

A unique characteristic of this icon is what appears to be a scar on the Virgin Mary's right cheek or her chin. A number of different traditions exist to explain this, but the one most commonly held by Orthodox Christians is that the icon was stabbed by a soldier in Nicaea during the period of Byzantine iconoclasm under the Emperor Theophilus (829–842). According to tradition, when the icon was stabbed, blood miraculously flowed out of the wound.

The original in Iveron is encased in a chased riza of silver and gold covering almost all the figures except the faces, as is common with the most venerated icons.

According to the Orthodox Church's sacred tradition, the icon was at one time in the possession of a widow in Nicaea. Not wanting the icon to be seized and destroyed by the iconoclasts, she spent all night in prayer and then cast the icon into the Mediterranean Sea. The widow's son later went to Mount Athos, where he became a monk and recounted the miracle of the bleeding wound, and how the icon had been placed in the sea. Much later (c. 1004)[4] the icon was recovered from the sea by a Georgian monk named Gabriel (later canonized a saint in the Orthodox Church), who was laboring at the Iveron Monastery on Mount Athos. This occurred on Tuesday of Bright Week (Easter Week), and is commemorated annually on that day (as well as the fixed date of March 31). The icon was taken to the katholikon (main church) of the monastery from which the icon gets its name.

The tradition goes on to say that the following day, when the monks entered the church they could not find the icon. After searching they discovered the icon hanging on the gates of the monastery. This occurrence was repeated several times, until St. Gabriel reported that he had seen a vision of the Theotokos, wherein she revealed that she did not want her icon to be guarded by the monks, but rather she intended to be their Protectress. After this, the icon was permanently installed above the monastery gates, where it remains to this day. Because of this, the icon came to be called Portaitissa or "Gate-Keeper". This title was not new for the Virgin Mary, but comes from a verse of the Akathist to the Mother of God: "Rejoice, O Blessed Gate-Keeper who opens the gates of Paradise to the righteous." Orthodox monks and nuns throughout the world will often place an icon of the Theotokos Iverskaya on the monastery gates. It is also common in Orthodox temples (church buildings) to place an icon of the Theotokos Portaitissa on the inside of the iconostasis, above the Holy Doors, looking towards the Holy Table (altar table).

Apolytikion of Panagia Portaitissa - First Tone (amateur translation) Your sacred icon O Lady Portaitissa, which has come by the sea, is wondrous in your flock, we honor as a pure blessing, and faithfully as a repository of your glory, from it you pour forth gifts, to those who cry out fervently. Glory to your wonders O Pure One, Glory to your providence, Glory to your rich goodness towards us.

[lil-creatorwritings]

Kinktober Day 8: Breast Worship [Mozart]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader Word Count: 959 words Warning: Of course, NSFW. It’s Kinktober! A/N: Did you know his actual full name is Joannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart? Ain’t that quite a mouthful. I’m not much experienced with writing tsuns--Oliver’s tsun-ness is different from Mozart’s--so, I tried. I guess I’ll have to pay better attention when I do my second run on his route then heh.

The road to becoming a famous musician was a tough one. Composing music was only one part of the equation--keeping good relations, advertising yourself and entertaining possible patrons were some other things that one had to put up with. Your lover was all too familiar with these procedures, which often costs much of his time. There would be days when he wouldn’t come home to the mansion, passing the night at the local inn if he had another event early the next day.

It was getting quite late. You sit on the bed, reading a book you nabbed from the library earlier to keep you company. It was easy to throw yourself into work, losing track of the hours as you busy yourself with any and everything inside the mansion. Needless to say, Sebastian had caught you polishing silverware in ungodly hours too many times and you were running out of things to shine to perfection.

You knew that there might be days like this, but it didn’t stop you from missing him.

As you place the book on the nightstand, a soft knock sounds at your door. You get up to see who it was, wondering what could they need at this hour. “M-Mozart?”

“You sound surprised.” he replies, tilting his head curiously. “May I come in?”

You nod, moving to the side to let him in your room. As soon as you shut the door, he pulls you into his arms, nuzzling in your neck. The action catches you off guard for a second before relaxing, your hands gripping his coat. The smell of tobacco and perfume from tonight’s performance was fresh on him. “I missed you.”

He hugs just a bit tighter before tilting your chin up, meeting violet eyes. Your lips come together in a gentle kiss, his thumb lightly caressing your cheek. Mozart pulls away too soon to your liking, only to lead you to your bed. You sit and reach up to him, pulling him in for another kiss as he takes off his coat.

The sensation of his fingers running up your sides make you shiver. He presses kisses on your neck, his hand cupping a breast and gently massages it. You tilt your head back, moaning softly as he pushes your nightgown up and off your body. Now with more access, Mozart starts to kiss down your chest. He gives one of your nipples a lick, his tongue swirling around the hardening nub.

“Mozart..” you whisper, fingers tangling in his hair.

He glances up at you, seeing the desire in his gaze. It fuels the fire inside you, burning harder from all the longing you felt for him while he was away. His response is simple. “I want you.”

And he knows that you feel the same way. You whimper when he takes it in his mouth, careful to not injure you when he grazes his teeth on your nipple. Each nip sends a thrill down your body, making your insides throb. As he moved to give your other breast the same treatment, one of his hands undress you of your panties.

It doesn’t take long for him to fully undress as well, settling between your legs. He teases your slit with his cock, thumb rubbing on your clit as you bite your lip. Mozart pushes inside you, groaning from your warmth. You squeeze around him, feeling him fill you up.

You reach for him, pulling him down for another kiss. He deepens the kiss, pulling back slowly before pushing in again. His other hand returns to your breast, giving it a pinch and rolls your nipple in between his fingers.

It feels so good, too good, to have him again. Your hips jerk up, meeting his thrusts halfway as he moves faster. His head moves down your neck, mouth pressing kisses on your skin as he starts sucking on your other nipple. The feeling of his teeth gently teasing you only spiked your arousal, arching your back to give him more.

His name falls from your lips, your moans breathy as you feel your orgasm coming. “Mozart, I.. it’s so good..”

He keeps moving, knowing you’re almost there, thrusting deeper and harder. You cry out and moan louder, your walls squeezing around his cock as your release finally hits like a wave. Mozart groans and grips your waist, jerking his hips against yours to help you ride it out. Your body trembles as he holds you even closer, feeling him twitch and cum inside you.

For a while, neither of you made the effort to move. You wrap your arms around him, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin on yours. Both of you relax to catch your breaths, the pleasures of your lovemaking starting to die down.

“Do you have any events tomorrow?” After the two of you cleaned up in your bathroom, he decided that it was too bothersome to go back to his room. You now snuggled up against him, your face in the crook of his neck.

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his other arm around your back. “No. I refused a few of my regular patron’s requests.”

“Is that a good idea..?”

“I’m sure they won’t mind, especially since I told them that I must visit my muse.” Mozart kisses you on the forehead, pulling the blanket over both of you before. “I told them that I had missed her for far too long.”

It was a warm feeling to be called one of the greatest musician’s only muse. You laugh softly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before settling in his arms. At least when morning comes, you’ll get to see your lover sleeping beside you again.

[bylagunabay]

In Praise of MARY

MARY, KEEPER OF THE GATE (1/2) The Eastern Orthodox painting of the icon Panagia Portaitissa is an artist’s rendition of the actual face of our Blessed Mother as painted by the Apostle and Evangelist Saint Luke.

THE ICON

The icon Panagia Portaitissa ("She who resides by the door" or "Keeper of the gate") also known the Iveron Mother of God, is a wonder-working icon of the Theotokos highly venerated by our Eastern Orthodox brethren.

This icon is considered to be the most famous and most revered miraculous icon of the Theotokos on the Holy Mountain of Mount Athos. The most unique characteristic of the image is what appears to be a scar on the chin of the Virgin.

  MIRACLES OF THE ICON

During the 9th century, this icon was the personal property of a devout widow from Nicea. in Asia Minor, who kept it and honored it in her private chapel.It was during the reign of the iconoclast Byzantine emperor Theophilus that soldiers came to the house of the widow. One of the soldiers struck the Icon with his sword, and immediately blood began to flow from the gashed cheek of the Virgin. Shaken by this miracle, the soldier instantly repented, renounced the iconoclast heresy, and entered a monastery. On his advice, the widow concealed the Icon in order to avert its further desecration.

After praying for guidance before the Icon, the widow put the Holy Image into the sea. The icon did not sink and stood upright on the water and began to drift towards the west, while the widow's son, following her advice, also fled towards the west to escape persecution. Later he became a monk and died on the north-east coast of Mount Athos near or in the Monastery of Clement (now Iveron Monastery). There he recounted the story of how his mother had set the Holy Icon upon the waves, and this story hes been handed down from one generation of monks to another.

Many years later, the Icon made its appearance on the Holy Mountain. According to Athonite tradition, an amazing phenomenon puzzled all the monks of the Iveron area: a column of fire stood upright on the sea and reached to the heavens. At that time the holy monk Gabriel was one of the brotherhood in this monastery. The Mother of God appeared to him in a vision and directed him to convey to the abbot and brothers of the monastery that She wished them to have Her Icon as their help and salvation. She told Gabriel to approach the Icon on the waters without fear and take it with his hands. Obedient to the words of the Mother of God, says Athonite tradition, Gabriel "walked upon the waters as though upon dry land," took up the Icon and brought it back to the shore. The icon was then brought into the monastery and placed in the altar.

Nevertheless, after its reception and installation in the church, the icon repeatedly disappeared and was found above the gate of the monastery on the inside. In a dream, the Blessed Virgin told St. Gabriel that this was the place which she herself had chosen, so that she could protect the monks and not be protected by them. Thus the icon has taken the name of "Portaitissa" and to this day its presence in the monastery and on the Holy Mountain is regarded as a guarantee of the protection of Athonite monasticism by the Theotokos. Later, a chapel was built near the wall of the monastery in which the icon was placed, while the old entrance was closed and a grander one was built.The miracles performed by the Portaitissa are so numerous to be unnumbered, and are celebrated especially on August 15.

PRAYER TO THE ICON

O most holy Virgin, Mother of the Lord, the Highest; thou who art the Protectress and Defense of all that have recourse unto thee!

Look down from thy holy height upon us sinners, who fall down before thy holy and miraculous image; hearken unto our fervent prayer, and bring it before Jesus Christ the beloved; entreat Him, that our darkened souls be enlightened by thy Son our Lord, with the light of His Divine Grace; that we be delivered from every need, sorrow and malady; that a quiet and peaceful life and well-being of soul and body be sent down upon us from on high; that peace may come to our suffering hearts and and healing to their wounds; that we may be directed unto good works, our minds cleansed of vain thoughts, and we be taught to fulfill His commandments; and that He deliver us from eternal torment and not deprive us of His Heavenly Kingdom.

O Most Holy Theotokos! Hearken thou, the Joy of All That Sorrow, unto us who grieve; Soothe thou, who art called the Consolation of Mourners, our sadness as well; Thou who art the Burning Bush, preserve the world and all of us from the flaming arrows of the enemy; Thou, the Seeker of the Lost, allow not that we perish in the abyss of our sins, for we place all our hope and expectation on thee, in God.

Be thou unto us a Protectress in this temporal life, and an Intercessor unto life eternal before thy beloved Son, our Lord Jesus Christ. Teach us to serve Him with faith and love, and to honour thee, Most Holy Mother of God, with devotion unto the end of our days. Amen.

[lesbianismsm]

fire and brimstone

rating: t

content warnings: offscreen major character death, blood mention

summary: audra wakes up in a mysterious room with no memory of how she got there. as time passes, things feel more out of place, especially with the arrival of an odd man.

Audra had been sitting at the table for thirty minutes now. Time was wasting, and the only reason she knew was because of the clock in the room, faithfully ticking as time marched ever forward.

Tick, tock...

It was the only notable piece of furniture in the room, outside of the table she currently sat at. Audra stared at it, wondering how long she would be made to wait before the door opened and the whole foolish process moved forward.

Tick, tock….

The doorknob jiggled. Audra stared at it, hope rising in her stomach, but the knob fell quiet after a moment. Audra sighed. Pouting, she stretched her arms out on the table and banged her head against its surface.

She didn’t move again until the door opened.

It opened without a sound, and Audra didn’t even notice until a nervous laugh came from the door.

“Oh, um...looks like you’re busy. Maybe I should--”

“No!” Audra sat upright, facing the newcomer to the room. The boy was deathly pale, with dark, unkempt hair and a wrinkled suit missing its jacket. “I...I’m ready.”

The boy blinked owlishly, before smirking. Unease rippled through Audra, but she clenched her fists and shoved it down somewhere deep. I can handle this.

“Alrighty, then.” The boy closed the door behind him and sat down at the table. Audra watched him as he approached, a swagger to his step that didn’t belong in the stark room.

They stared at each other before the boy broke the silence. “Man, I feel rather overdressed.”

Audra raised her eyebrows, before examining her clothes. “What are you -- I’m covered in blood…”

The boy laughed. “That you are. Do you remember why?”

Audra brought her gaze back up to meet his. A smile was curled on his lips, meant to be disarming, but unease rose in Audra again as she maintained the stare. She felt small, like a cat was toying with her. He’s hiding something...but what?

“No. Seems like something I should.”

He hummed the affirmative.

“I’d rather not call you ‘bloody girl’ for the rest of this meeting, so...I’m Theophilus, but you should call me Theo.”

Should, not can? “Audra. So can you tell me why I’ve been waiting for ages?” She drummed a staccato against the table to accent her impatience. Theo tracked the movement, before smirking and resting his chin in his hand with his elbow planted on the table.

“Well, first, Balla was just a drag, lemme tell you. ‘You talked to the last one, Theo.’ ‘Follow protocol, Theo.’ Ugh, it’s always exhausting to deal with her. We had to get Rebekah to come in and tell her off, thank G--”

“Listen, can we not? I know I asked, but never mind, good God.” Audra groaned, irritation plain in the line of her jaw and the slope of her shoulders. Theo blinked at her.

“I thought you wanted to know--”

“Never mind! I changed my mind.”

Theo paused, before huffing. “Rude. Are all humans like you?”

The insinuation that she was human felt wrong to Audra, but she didn’t deny it. “No. Just the fun ones.” Audra smirked, and Theo pouted.

“See? Rude…” Theo grumbled under his breath, before turning his attention back to Audra. “Do you want to know what you’re doing here or not?”

Audra’s face fell. “Of course.”

“Hm. Tell me, what do you last remember?”

Audra’s eyes widened as she considered the question. “Last I remember...an alarm was sounding through the castle. Millius came to get me...I was scared. He had blood on him, and when I asked where Mother was…” Audra stared down at her hands as her voice stopped. She took deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart and shove down the tears that had surfaced.

Theo cleared his throat, grabbing Audra’s attention. Theo now had a smile on his face, an attempt to be soft, but a customary edge still clung to the motion.

“That’s fine. Much more than I expected you to remember at this point.” Audra cocked her head.

“How do you know I have memory gaps? Did you…?”

Theo frowned, shaking his head. “No. Our group does many things, but we don’t purposefully alter memories. The process is...jarring, to mortals. It takes time for the soul to become accustomed to the conditions.”

Audra nodded, eyebrows furrowed, until realization hit her. “Mortals…? You speak like you don’t belong in that group. Aren’t you mortal?”

Theo stared at her, face unusually blank. Fear coiled in Audra’s gut, and she felt the blood rushing through her head, competing with the ticking of the clock for her attention. That’s odd...that shouldn’t be possible anymore.

Tick, tock...

“W-Wait…” Audra croaked, words spewing from her lips. Theo continued to stare, and Audra suddenly needed to get away. Away from Theo, from the table, the clock, the room, from wherever in the world she was.

The screeching of her chair filled the room as Audra shoved against the table, sending it into Theo’s chest. She moved to get up, but when Audra stood, pain shot through her entire body, and she crumpled.

Theo continued to stare as Audra fell over, nailing her shoulder into the table. She lay on the floor, tears escaping and spilling down her face. Theo tutted from his spot at the table.

“I told you; the soul needs time to recuperate.”

“What h-happened? Am I...is my brother here?” Audra sniffled as she spoke, voice frantic.

Theo sighed. “Seriously, I know I just claimed to be impressed with your memory, but this is basic stuff. You should be able to remember how you died.”

“Is my brother here with me?” Audra steeled her voice as she stumbled back to her feet, clutching the shoulder she hit on the table. Theo seemed surprised by her sudden fire. Belatedly, Audra realized his skin was too pale for him to be alive. His flesh was the color of bone, and she wondered if he had any bones to match his skin.

“No. You sacrificed yourself for them.”

Audra stared down at the table. “Them? Do you mean--”

“Basil? Yes. They should live long, happy lives together.”

Audra smiled, and tears brimmed in her eyes once again. She reached up to wipe them away. “I-I’m glad.”

Theo nodded at her, and they sit, waiting a moment while she caught her breath.

“So,” Audra drew her eyes up to meet Theo’s. “What happens now?”

Theo stood, speaking nonchalantly as he strolled around the room. “Oh, the usual. We get you into the system, determine arrangements, yadda yadda yadda. A bunch of business that, unfortunately, isn’t very exciting for you. Before any of that, though…”

Theo trailed off, and Audra watched as the room transformed with a snap of his fingers. Audra stood before a huge set of scales, surrounded by the largest jury she had ever seen. Not a single one had a friendly expression, especially not the girl Theo made a rude gesture at, assumed to be Balla. The scene should have terrified Audra, but after recent revelations, she only felt exhaustion.

She kept her attention on Theo, who whirled around with a wicked grin on his face.

“It’s time for you to be judged.”

[italianartsociety]

by Rachel Hiser Remmes

This week’s Medieval Materiality post focuses on the writings of a German Benedictine monk from the twelfth century. Although his actual name is unknown, as he wrote under the pseudonym Theophilus, his work De Diversis Artibus (The Various Arts) has garnered incredible fame for this medieval author, especially from scholars of medieval art. Despite the fact that the text and its author originated in Germany, attention to painterly details in medieval Italian frescoes reveal that the artistic practices which Theophilus codified were familiar to medieval artists from different geographical areas. Theophilus’ work is significant because it gives greater agency to the more minute actions taken by medieval painters, the significance of whose activities are often ignored because their names are unknown. Such expressive actions, as simple as the care given to the highlights on a figure’s face, not only provide opportunities to study the elusive and seemingly invisible “medieval artist” but also heighten the contemporary viewer’s appreciation of the care given to the manipulation and control of various media used throughout the medieval era.

What follows is a section from C.R. Dodwell’s 1961 translation of De Diversis Artibus, wherein Theophilus educates the reader - or artist - on the processes one must take to apply “The First Highlight.” Images and details of frescoes from three Italian programs are provided for you to compare against Theophilus’ dictation.

“After this, with the plain flesh colour mix ground flake-white and prepare the colour which is called the highlight. With this you will paint the eyebrows, the length of the nose, on each side above the openings of the nostrils, the fine lines around the eyes, below the temples, above the chin, near the nostrils, and on each side of the mouth, the upper forehead, between the wrinkles of the forehead - sparingly, the neck in the middle, around the ears, around the relief of the hands and feet and the centre of the highest relief of the hands, feet and arms.”

Further Reading:

Theophilus. De Diversis Artibus. C.R. Dodwell, trans. (New York: Thomas Nelson and Sons Ltd, 1961).

Gearhart, Heidi C. Theophilus and the Theory and Practice of Medieval Art. (University Park, Pennsylvania: The Pennsylvania State University Press, 2017).

Detail, Giotto, Massacre of the Innocents, Arena Chapel, Padua, Italy 1303-05, fresco.

Giotto, Massacre of the Innocents, Arena Chapel, Padua, Italy 1303-05, fresco.

Annunciation Fragment, Santa Maria Antiqua, Rome, Italy, 8th century, fresco.

Detail, Pietro Cavallini, St. James the Greater in The Last Judgement, Basilica di Santa Cecilia in Trastevere, Rome, Italy, 1293, fresco.

[automotivenewss]

Menerka Wujud Honda SUV RS Concept, Ganteng Juga

PT Honda Prospek Motor (HPM) memperlihatkan Honda SUV RS Concept saat GIIAS 2021. Karena hanya mobil ide, bentuk Honda SUV RS belum sah. Dalam kata lain wujud mobil ini bisa alami peralihan.

Walau bentuk Honda SUV RS Concept belum sah, sebagian orang coba menerka wujud resminya. Satu diantaranya ialah Theophilus Chin. Lewat account YouTube Theottle, dia membuat render bentuk sah mobil ini.

Merilis paultan.org, mobil ini tidak kembali memakai nama SUV RS Concept, tetapi memiliki nama Honda ZR-V. Render yang dibuat tidak menjauhi design awalnya, cuman dikasih beberapa peralihan minor.

Baca juga: Mobil LCGC Terbaik

Paling menonjol ialah design lampu yang lebih simpel. Headlight mobil ini sekarang diperlengkapi lampu LED multi reflector, dan lampu belakang dibikin mirip lampu LED bar memanjang.

Lalu sisi grill di dekat simbol Honda. Pada SUV RS Concept, grill itu bersatu dengan bumper depan dengan design yang unik. Dan render ini mengangkat grill terpisah warna hitam, seperti grill depan Honda City hatchback RS.

Peralihan seterusnya tercantum di bagian pelek. Honda ZR-V ini memakai pelek lima palang warna two tone yang gantikan pelek lawasnya dengan warna hitam.

Paling akhir ialah lenyapnya dialek-aksen merah, sekalian logo-logo RS yang awalnya ditempelkan pada bagian depan dan belakang.

[theodongthoisu]

Mercedes sắp ra mắt C-class thế hệ mới

Mercedes sắp ra mắt C-class thế hệ mới

Theo tờ Auto Bild Tây Ban Nha, hãng xe Đức sẽ giới thiệu C-class thế hệ thứ năm gồm cả phiên bản sedan và wagon – cách làm ít thấy đối với hãng này. Mercedes thường đưa ra phiên bản sedan trước tiên rồi mới đến các phiên bản khác. Muộn hơn cả, bản coupe và mui trần dự kiến ra mắt trước khi năm 2021 kết thúc. Mercedes C-class thế hệ mới theo hình dung của Theophilus Chin/Paultan Ra đời sau thế…

[inurehuman]

redesign and Updated Version of pantomime

ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Full Name ── Theophilus William Camden

✮ Proxy Name ──PANT⦻MIME✮ Nicknames ── Mime, Smiler, BNW freak

✮ Gender ── Male

✮ Sexuality ── Aroace(Cupioromantic and asexual)

✮ Sexual Preference ── None

✮ Pronouns ── he/they/it

✮ Date of Birth ── 19 th september 1906✮ Age ── 118

✮ Place of Birth ── England

✮ Nationality ── English

✮ Languages ── BSL, speaks English when xe is forced to speak

✮ Scars ── scars and burn marks across his skin from being tortured while he was in the "hospital"

✮ Height ── 6'8 feet✮ MBTI ── INTP✮ Zodiac Sign ── Virgo

✮ Natural Hair Color ── brown

✮ Hair Colour (now) ── black

✮ Hair Length ── to xiers chin

✮ Eye Colour ── Black

✮ Skin Colour ── black and white

✮ Smell ── Black ink and tar

✮ Proxy-mark ── wrist(covers them up)

☆ has met Zalgo before two years after being turned into what it is now and 3 years before being turned into a proxy

☆ gets along best with the organ harvester, Ticci toby, Pick pocket and Terror tony.

☆ tried to kill jeff once during a manic episode

☆ Once kissed the organ harvester

☆ Sexualizes himself during depressive episodes

☆ insomnia (Heightened in Manic episodes)

__`☆ About them:`__

❧ Status 》Dead/entity

❧ Species 》Proxy(?)

❧ Relationship 》Single

❧ Skills 》 murder, whipping, dancing, a bit of art

❧ Likes 》watching EJ bleed sometimes, dancing to music, bugs,listening to people he is fond of ramble, Peperoni, Human flesh

❧ Dislikes 》Bullies, crowss, smell of smoke or coffee, some textures (polyester, cheese), getting forced to talk (it hurts them, due to their vocal chords being permanently damaged from being tortured.), BEN, Jeff and Natalie, Laughing Jack(finds him creepy)

❧ Touch 》 hates it, but let's some people touch his appendages

❧ Fears 》losing a person they are fond of, seeing his father again

❧ Triggers 》Talking about xiers past, calling xem names, saying the sentence, "Dont fight back, let it happen, it will all be okay soon."

❧ Weakness 》Will cry if remembering his past, cries acid, anxiety, cuts his appendages sometimes when triggered, can barely talk

❧ Working for 》Slenderman but disobeys sometimes

❧ Work 》Proxy

❧ Addictions》cutting

❧ Earning Trust 》possible but takes at least 5 weeks

❧ Items 》Candy canes, whips, book and a pen

❧ Aid 》None.

❧ Parental Figures 》None.❧

Theme songs 》 So cold by Breaking Benjamin, Emergency contact by pierce the veil, Going under by evanescene, Zombie by the cranberries and if you can't hang by sleeping with sirens❧

Disorders 》 Existential OCD, social anxiety, emotional disorder in childhood, generalized anxiety disorder, Schizophrenia, C-PTSD, body dysmorphia, major depressive disorder

__`☆ Favourites:`__❧

Favourite Interest 》 bugs, how human nerves work, dancing to music Life in general)

❧ Favourite Songs 》I will not bow by breaking Benjamin, bad things by get scared,dead memories by slipknot

❧ Favourite Artists 》 Breaking Benjamin, sleeping with sirens, decaying nature, Black Sabbath,Slipknot

❧ Favourite Animal 》xe eats animals when he can't get humans, but insects, especially Beetles

❧ Favourite Colours 》 Maroon red

﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊__`•☆༄࿐ Personality`__It is observant, and tries to be polite as much as they can, when they are triggered however they often lash out in a way of hurting their fond ones and will cry about it later on and apologize in a way of giving them gifts (which can be handmade or an eye that they ripped out of their appendages). Generally shy, and often stays with a person they are fond of to socialise. When they are having hallucinations they will hide themselves under its appendages and not come out until someone else comes in and "protects" them from what they are seeing. They are a sensitive person and hide in the shadows. However, don't underestimate them. He is capable of killing people in brutal ways, like ripping out their spine and then eating their lungs.

﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊﹊__`•☆༄࿐ Backstory`__

Its 5 a.m., and my father just went out of my room after screaming at me and telling me I will not get food tommorrow. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and blood dripped down my nose, 'Hold it in. You know Father doesn't like it when you cry.' I think to myself and get up and make my way towards the door.'It is my fault, I shouldn't have screamed about the man standing in the doorway. At least he is gone now.' I silently whisper as tears keep falling down, and i wipe them away. As I make my way over to the bathroom, I see that terrible creepy man again..His eyes, wait no he doesnt have eyes, nor a face in general, it reminds me of the dog like creature, but that one has somewhat facial features. I dont like them. I can feel a headache forming. He is waving. I shut my eyes and ran to the bathroom, hoping for it to be over and quickly clean up my blood, and and sigh out again. It hurts. I decide to just go back to sleep. Crying is for the weak, that is what the father said.Of course, I am awoken by the sound of yelling. My father hit my mother again, which is normal for my family.. I wonder why she doesn't fight back, even if it is the opposite of what she always tells me to do I still wonder why, she is strong, I've noticed after she slapped me for asking if I am actually real. _"Dont fight back, and let it happen, it will all be okay soon."_ common sentence I have heard a lot of times now. I wish father would be nice again, then I wouldn't have to hear it. I can't say it, though, otherwise father will hate me just like I hate myself. I put on a smile to not seem too terrible as Father sends me to school even tho I don't want to go.In school, it is terrible once again, the kids mock me for my stutter, I can't help it, and it is not my fault. They exclude me from games in the break, they don't talk to me, and they throw sand or pebbels at me on the playground. Oliver does it the most, I don't get why he doesn't like me. I never talk to him. He tells me it is because I am a devil's child. But I pray every night to God? If I am a devil's child, why don't I have horns? Why doesn't my body look weird? Am I actually real?

Is everything real? What if this is not real and I am dreaming? Questions run through my head, but I stay silent, I pinch myself and put on a smile. Okay, I'm not dreaming."It will all be okay soon." I repeat in my head until I am home.At night, I pray once again, I get tired of praying, but I don't dare tell. If I do, My Father and the priest will be angry at me."Dear God. Please protect my mother and me from my father. Amen." I silently whisper as I hold my 6 year old hands together and hold my eyes shut.My mother comes into my room, she tells me good night, and that we will go to a special place tomorrow. "Did God hear my prayer? How can he hear my prayer? Is he real?" I ponder after she has left my room, and I write and write into my diary until I fall asleep. I am awoken once again by my mother. This time, she isn't screaming. However, her eyes are puffy. Has she been crying? She tells me to pack my things to go to the special place, someone will help me there. They will 'fix' me. But what is there to be fixed?. Will they fix my brain? Will they fix my stutter? What will they fix and how? Could I have figured it out? I take my diary with me and my clothes and ofcourse I shouldn't forget Smiler, my plush dog.We ride in a train, and she hugs me a lot of the time. Father tells her to quit it. She does stop hugging me,yet she squeezes my hand and excuses herself as she begins crying again. Why is she crying? Is it my fault? I squeeze her hand back. I stay silent.Doctors await me at the special place, smiling. I ponder again. Why am I here?I tremble and tears slip down my cheeks as I open up my diary for the first time in a long time and begin to write."It is terrible. Everything hurts. They beat me a lot of the times, they use me, and they forget to give me food. I don't understand how I should be fixed, I want this all to stop. They made me dance for them today like they did all week. They made me touch them, I do not want to be here anymore. They take needles and inject them into me, i believe i have abornmally grown.." And I write and write until I see matches laying on the ground.The building has been burned down. However, there has been a diary found. It is covered in dirt and most pages are unreadable, but scientists have been able to decipher some pages. "I can hear them. They are right behind me.And I can see them. They are laughing at me, mocking me. I'm still locked inside, I want to get out.. they forced me onto a machine yesterday, It burned and burned. Today, they took me into a room away from the others and whipped my back until it bled. It all hurts so much. I dont understand why, i had to stay silent or otherwise they wouldve have put me on the pullmachine again, i dont know if my body can take anymore..They injected something in me today again, it hurts. However, it will all be okay soon. I will be fixed. That is what they said. I need to pray again."

[louisonurmark]

Proton dedahkan rupa sebenar X50 tanpa selindung!

Proton dedahkan rupa sebenar X50 tanpa selindung!

Ini bukan edit, ini betul-betul – tanpa berselindung, Proton telah mendedahkan rupa sebenar model yang paling ditunggu-tunggu tahun ini iaitu SUV segmen-B Proton X50!

Seperti yang anda boleh lihat, gril infinite weave pada versi produksi sebenar X50 ini adalah hampir sama seperti yang dibayangkan oleh Theophilus Chin sebelum ini dengan jalur sekeliling berwarna merah. Namun rekaan pada model…

[welovenissan]

Will The Next-Gen Nissan X-Trail Debut In 2020?

The third-generation T32 Nissan X-Trail has been around since 2013 and remains on sale until the present day, receiving a facelift along the way in 2016. It’s been widely speculated that a successor is on the way, and we got our first indication of this when the Japanese carmaker unveiled the Xmotion concept back in 2018.

Nothing materialised in the months following the concept’s debut, but the rumour mill started turning again when it was reported that Nissan would overhaul its entire European SUV line-up within the next 18 months.

More recently, a document filing with the Brazil government’s ministry of the economy showed what appeared to be the next X-Trail. The filing came complete with several patent drawings, giving us some hint at the fourth-generation SUV model’s design.

Now, there are renderings of the new X-Trail courtesy of Theophilus Chin, who combined aspects of the patent drawings and the Ariya concept to give us some idea of what the end product could look like.

As a refresher, the Ariya concept was first revealed at last year’s Tokyo Motor Show and is meant to mark the “start of a new era for the company as it seeks to redefine its philosophy and introduce a new design direction,” according to Nissan.

The overall shape of the new X-Trail is largely similar to the patent drawings from Brazil, and bears some semblance to the current T32, albeit with a few differences like a reshaped side window line and more defined creases on the body.

The successor (likely codenamed the T33) also sports a more aggressive C-pillar kink and smaller wheel arches compared to the soon-to-be outgoing model, while the rear features slimmer taillight clusters.

At the front, we see hints of the Ariya concept in the nose, which appears to be longer than what the patent drawings suggest. A sizeable V-motion grille dominates the X-Trail’s face, and this is flanked by sleek headlamps and large corner “inlets” that integrate additional lighting units. This two-tier lighting setup isn’t strange to Nissan, as it has been done on both generations of the Juke, although it is less striking here.

In any case, the new face is a lot simpler in design compared to the facelifted T32, but with a lot more aggression and presence. Finer details include the use of Nissan’s new logo on the grille, which is also applied on the rear tailgate.

The renderings do tie in rather nicely with spy shots of X-Trail prototypes undergoing testing, and it appears the SUV’s interior has been made more upmarket with a bevvy of displays and new, modern-looking switchgear.

Nissan has not revealed when the T33 will make its debut, but reports suggest it could be anytime between now and mid-2021. 

Group 1 Nissan will reveal if and when they acquire the next-gen Nissan X-Trail - stay posted!

Article source: https://nissanenthusiast.wordpress.com/2020/07/06/will-the-next-gen-nissan-x-trail-debut-in-2020/

[bylagunabay]

In Praise of MARY

 MARY, GATEKEEPER OF HEAVEN

(2.0-minute read)

The portrait of our Blessed Mother painted by Saint Luke is referred to as the Panagia Portaitissa ("She who resides by the door" or "Keeper of the gate") icon, popular known as the Iveron Mother of God. It is a wonder-working icon of the Theotokos (Bearer of God), highly venerated by our Eastern Orthodox brethren.

 This icon is the most famous and most revered miraculous icon of the Theotokos on the Holy Mountain of Mount Athos. The most unique characteristic of the image is what appears to be a scar on the chin of the Virgin.

 1 Scar of the Icon

 During the 9th century, this icon was the personal property of a devout widow from Nicea in Asia Minor, who kept it and honored it in her private chapel.

 It was during the reign of the iconoclast Byzantine emperor Theophilus that soldiers came to the house of the widow. One of the soldiers struck the Icon with his sword, and immediately blood began to flow from the gashed cheek of the Virgin. Shaken by this miracle, the soldier instantly repented, renounced the iconoclast heresy, and entered a monastery. On his advice, the widow concealed the Icon in order to avert its further desecration.

 2 Miraculous Journey of the Icon

 One day in the latter half of the 10th Century, the monks of Iveron Monastery saw a pillar of fire rising from the sea. It continued for several days and nights. Soon the monks who gathered on the shore saw an Icon of the Virgin which seemed to be standing upright on the surface of the water, giving off rays of light.

 The mystery of the miraculous appearance of the Icon was revealed by the Holy Mother of God Herself to Gabriel, a pious hermit of Iveron, whom she willed to walk over the water and receive the Icon in his hands. With great rejoicing and ceremony, the monks greeted the Holy Image on the shore and a chapel was built on the spot soon after.

 The Holy Icon, placed by the monks on the Holy Table of the Monastery Church, was soon found to have changed its place and to stand above the gates of the Monastery. And every time the monks returned the Icon to the place they had chosen, it miraculously moved back to the gates of the Monastery. Finally, it was revealed to the monks by the Mother of God through the same Gabriel that this was a visual sign that she herself wished to be their Gatekeeper and Guardian not only in their present life, but also in the hereafter.

 Thus, at this special Sign, the monks built a special chapel for the Icon by the inner gates of the Monastery, where they worshiped zealously every day. The Icon was called Iberian (of Iveron) after the Monastery, and Portaitissa (or Gatekeeper), after its place by the gates.

 3 The Earliest Known Prayer to the Theotokos

 “Beneath thy compassion, we take refuge, O Mother of God: do not despise our petitions in time of trouble, but rescue us from dangers, only pure one, only blessed one.”

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 51 years make (What if edition, part 2) Ford Mustang Sportwagon Prototypes, 1966 and Ford Mustang Sportwagon, 2017, renders by Theophilus Chin. Ford have built a number of long-roof Mustang prototypes in addition to one commissioned by the J. Walter Thompson Advertising Agency from Intermeccanica (bottom b&w pic) in an attempt to persuade Ford to build one. 

[daihatsuarmadamgl-blog]

Kerennya Daihatsu Sirion Jadi Crossover

Kerennya Daihatsu Sirion Jadi Crossover

Perodua Myvi atau di Indonesia lebih dikenal menggunakan nama Daihatsu Sirion mempunyai desain kompak dan tampilan stylish. Mobil ini masuk ke pada kategori kendaraan perkotaan atau city car. Meski tampilannya identik sebagai tunggangan rakyat kota, kendaraan beroda empat ini ternyata sanggup disulap menjadi lebih gagah dari model standar. Hal ini dibuktikan pribadi sang desainer Theophilus Chin.…