#aleistor

[fionabrennanartisttours]

Pride pop-up section in Chester Beatty giftshop

I was very happy to work on a small Pride section, which highlights merchandise in the giftshop reflecting a queer reading of the museum collection.

Here is some info on the selected items in the shop, and their relevance to queer art and culture.

"Poetry of Oscar Wilde", "Best Loved Oscar Wilde" & "Stories for Children" books - Oscar Wilde is probably the most famous queer person in Irish history! Because of his fame and popularity, he changed the way that people of the late 19th century thought about LGBTQ people.

Aleistor Crowley tarot deck - Crowley was a notorious individualist social critic, bisexual, counterculture icon of the 1960s and Western esoteric. Several biographers connect Crowley's queerness with his expertise in magick, stating that his first mystical experience was the result of his first romantic same-sex experience, which enabled him to recognize his bisexuality. Like other artists in the Pride section, Crowley's queerness gave him a rebel spirit, and the strict society of the time gave him the title of "The Wickedest Man Alive". Also, his tarot cards are rainbow-coloured!

“The Citi exhibition: Manga” book -  Shōnen-ai , or "boy's love" manga is an extremely popular genre and is discussed throughout this book. On p.182 there is an essay documenting the history of this genre which also explains "nanshoku"; the acceptable form of male homosexual relationships in Japanese history.

Unprotected Texts is an academic text discussing what the bible actually says about monogamy, homosexuality and sex. E.G. the same-sex marriage debate is discussed on p. 48; homosexuality being incorrectly linked to the story of Sodom & Gommorah is on p.163 - 167. 

George Barbier fashion plates pack - Barbier is referred to by modern art historians as a Queer artist. The figures in his illustrations are often depicted as gender nonconforming or nonbinary. His fashion plates also emphasise female figures, with male figures relegated to the background if they are shown at all. This reversal of gender dynamics was unusual in early 20th century France.

hand-fans - folding fans have become popular within the LGBTQ community recently, most notably among drag performers. Fans made their way to North America, from Europe via Japan, where they served the same purpose whether they were being held by an affluent straight woman or a gay man: to convey opulence and elegance. They also keep you cool in a nightclub!

p.177 of The City as Anthology, under the sub-heading “illustrating Female Friendships”- discusses a historical journal which depicts an intimate relationship between the writer and another woman. We held a talk about this subject during the "Meeting in Isfahan" exhibition.

p.115 Edo in Colour catalogue (“Two Youths Playing Flutes”) - a depiction of the Japanese practice of "nanshoku", whereby an older man of higher social status would have an intimate relationship with a younger man or adolescent of lower status. This was an acceptable form of same-sex relationships amongst classes such as samurai and in monastic settings.

More info on Barbier, and “Two Youths Playing Flutes” can be found on the chester Beatty website > learning > videos to enjoy > search "queering the chester beatty"

Queering the Chester Beatty - Chester Beatty

Happy Pride y'all!

[the-harvest-field]

Brail, Braai and Boerewors

A white light entered into the coma white, Jesus skin was light, white dynamite. I heard a voice, ‘you treated me bad so I chose the Light White Jesus that has no dynamite, for all eternity, no black Jesus except in Satanism. Man’s Thought on Death Bed Translate Footprint in the Sand My Ouma Brei, in Ignited for Christ leer ek van Afrikaner 44. Dit in my gedagte los die deel dat die Afrikaanse…

[largeicedpaintwater]

I need to know if there’s fictional erotica about Aleistor Crowley and Victor Neuburg like there is about Jesus and Judas but I’m too scared to look it up

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

@strandedincivilisation replied: For once I genuinely do not want to know Aleistor Chamber's option because that poor child- That poor innocent child would never get a fucking rest- Living in constant fear of their father just popping up to claim to the heavens how perfect and beautiful they are and make a whole scene and the child is walking away. "This man? No never seen him in my entire life". Added points if the S/O just follows the child with a straight face,also assuring they don't know the man-

when they were born he held them up like The Lion King and his S/O maintains that they made a Face

they were embarrassed of their father straight out the womb and ain’t nothing changed since

[oscar-wilde-thing]

This is why Aleistor Crowley got kicked down a set of stairs

You can believe in magic, but watch out.

[ngmaster]

So there was this event in Brooklyn last weekend, called #SakuraMatsuri at the #BBG. Was crowded, lively, it sold out of tickets too. And I was there. Just on Saturday though. And with my regular model @heavensgemcosplay too. Being that we wanted to do a shoot there, we also got there super early to beat the crowds and present her as #AleistorChamber, #ViscountofDruitt, from #BlackButler #Aleistor #Viscount #Druitt #cosplayshoot #crossplay #animeshoot #mangashoot #アレイスト・チェンバー #Kuroshitsuji #黒執事 #CherryBlossoms #Sakura (at Brooklyn Botanic Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw7R2GFjFoy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=904xdhr7kvoy

[death-witch-envy]

Why is nobody talking about how Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers, one of the founders of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, played chess with the Gods????

[unholymiasma]

bastard man

[witch-of-the-creek]

So if you don’t know, the person who popularized that spelling was a man named Aleistor Crowley

In no particular order, he was:

A racist, big believer of patriarchal values and religious ideals, a proponent of eugenics, a conman, an abuser, and an antisemite

Basically a wealthy Victorian bigot masquerading as a revolutionary and occultist

I can only assume anyone spelling magic with a k, at best, has not done the barest hint of research into occult history, or at worst, supports his views.

Magic with a k is kinda 😬

[miidnightglosss]

Boston Tea Party - Part 2 (Jacquelyn Marek - Chapter 1)

Jacquelyn Marek - Chapter 1

It was a rainy Saturday night, the one right after the eventful Friday afternoon before. The rusty black Mazda rolled into the driveway of Feminine Vanilla. Its neon pink lights flickered outside the building as disproportionate women and men were way too old to be out on their own walk in and out of the doors.

Viola Kilduff put her lipstick in her purse as she looked over at her friend. "You sure you wanna do this?"

Jackie looked up from her phone. "I don't exactly have a ton of options."

"Yes, you do."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm getting paid for shaking my ass. Why wouldn't anyone stop doing it for free?"

Jackie side. She doubted that she truly had a chance, but if all else failed here...

"Whatever. Let's just go."

The two girls stepped out of the car. Their heels clicked hard against the pavement as they made their way inside, gaining looks from nearby customers. Both had worn red bottoms (that Viola had stolen) and matching black outfits, Viola's a slip dress and Jackie's a co-ord of a cropped spaghetti string tank top and mini skirt.

Viola held open the door as her younger, shorter friend stepped inside. "Right this way."

As the redhead walked in, she was immediately flooded with neon lights, martini glasses, and almost naked women as far as the eye could see. In a corner a group was bringing their faces down to the table as the others egged them on as they brought their heads back up, a white powder resting on their upper lips. Girls in seven-inch heels slid down poles all across the building, cigarette smoke filling the air.

Viola motioned towards the back. "I'm gonna change. You coming?"

"Not tonight," Jackie said, "I'll just watch."

"Alright. But we gotta come up with some kind of secret password, a'ight? In case things get too uncomfortable for you?"

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Jesus, V, I'm not a little kid, okay? I'm sure I can handle it."

"Yeah, you sure as fuck wouldn't have gotten in here if you was."

"How did we get in, anyway? Like, I'm obviously not old enough to be a dancer--"

"You'd be surprised," Viola sighed. She gestured to a few girls serving drinks, stripping, even herself. "They don't question too much here. As long as she's willing to give 'im a lap dance, they don't complain."

Jackie nodded. "That's the sick and twisted world we live in isn't it?"

"Well. Your parents kicked you out for likin' pussy and you get to live with me now. As far as I'm concerned, this is an absolute win." Jackie raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean, though. Right? Look, safe word is 'avocado'. I'll see you in a bit. If I'm not on that stage in five seconds, Leo will have my ass. Literally." With that, she leaned over to Jackie, kissed both cheeks, and made her way through the crowd, waving to coworkers along the way.

Just for a moment, Jackie felt like a little kid who'd just lost her mom in a grocery store. However, she quickly tossed away those feelings and confidently strutted over to the bar. This is how things had to be now. Any good childhood had been stolen away from her and now she had to turn to any form of money or housing she could get, and with Viola making a thousand in one weekend...

She positioned herself on a barstool. Once she got the bartender's attention, she had ordered a One Night Stand. "Really?" She looked over to a blond man sitting next to her.

"What," she barked, already forgetting the previously established safe word.

The man looked up at her. "If you really want to get drunk, you'll get something with a bit of Spirytus Stawski in it."

Jackie rolled her eyes, returning to her own mind. "I'm pretty sure they don't serve those here."

"Then at least allow me to pay for your drink?"

She scanned the man up and down. He had ivory skin and blond hair to just the very tops of his shoulders. He wore a smirk and possessed unnaturally purple eyes, but they did have an intriguing effect. He wore mostly white, a bold move for someone at a place like this. All joking aside, she found him kind of cute.

"Alright," she said, patting the seat next to her. "Let me talk to you."

He got up and approached her. Only then did Jackie realize how much taller he was to her. He signaled to the bartender that he would cover their drinks and held out a hand to Jackie. "Aleister. Aleister Chamber."

Jackie smirked as she shook his hand. "Jacquelyn Marek. Jackie for short."

"I love it. That's beautiful" Why the fuck did that make me blush? You know anyone here?"

"Um..." Jackie briefly searched the stages. "Her. There." She motioned to Viola, who was sliding up and down a pole in only a pair of hot pink panties and clear high heels.

"Ah," Aleister said, nodding. "Would you ever try that?"

This is one of those many things that Jackie knew that she probably shouldn't do, but was going to do anyway. "I haven't decided yet." She bit her lip and looked Aleister up and down. "Could I put on a show for you sometime?"

He chuckled and leaned closer to Jackie's ear. "Keep that up and it'll be more of a hands-on experience."

Jackie giggled and shyly tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Her chest began to heat up and it was getting a bit warmer between her legs. Throbbing, almost. Her breathing began to get a bit heavier but she tried her best to keep it under control. I'm gonna get myself in some deep shit tonight, she thought. And she was completely right.

It all happened in such a blur. Their drinks had arrived, they talked, drank some more. Jackie couldn't even begin to recall how it all lead to her making out with a mysterious man she had just met in the bathroom. She was enjoying herself, though. He was comfortable, but Aleister was still able to get rough with her.

Afterward, they exchanged numbers, saying that they would meet up again. Yeah fucking right, Jackie thought. She's done this routine before, if only once or twice. You love them for a night and leave them forever, or at least a long time.

Aleister left the bathroom, followed by a nonchalant Jackie. She took a seat up front as she watched Viola complete her performance. However, for some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be their last encounter.

[manmilkers]

[unbe--weave--able]

[moku-and-his-madness]

1. Are you named after anyone? Aleistor Crowley, Alastor the fucking radio demon and, Alastor Moody from harry potter because hes one of the obly characters i can tolerate

but i spell it Alistor

2. When was the last time you cried? hmmm technically speaking last week but just tear up? yeah last night...

3. Do you have kids? 10-11 adopted internet kids *muah**muah**muah* i love you all

4. What sports do you play/have you played? i play basketball but not for a team. i used to also really be into soccer and field hockey.

5. Do you use sarcasm? pfttt......TOTALLY NOT

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? body language, personality, and eye color

7. What's your eye color? gray-blue ish with an orange ring around my pupil

8. Scary movies or Happy endings? BOTH

9. Any talents? Guitar/Ukelele, drawing, painting (any paint rlly), writing/song-writing, sewing, music production, singing (kinda eww)....hmmm i forget the rest...i used to also do ceramics

10. Where were you born? Gainesville Florida but i live in Rhode Island now lol

11. What's are your hobbies? Guitar/Ukelele, drawing, painting (any paint rlly), writing/song-writing, sewing, music production, singing, reading, etc etc

12. Do you have any pets? 1 a lil pupper

13. How tall are you? around 5'5- 5'6 ish

14. Favorite subject in school? none im an art kid

15. Dream job? n/a

open tag ^^

15 people, 15 questions

Thank you to the lovely @imlivingformyselfdontmindme for the tag! <3

Are you named after anyone? No, I'm not, if you're not counting that random saint from the calendar my mum and brother were looking at. But my mother's great aunt was named Valentina too. She also never married, but nobody knows much about her.

When was the last time you cried? To tell you the truth, I can't really remember! It's been quite a chill month so far.

Do you have kids? No, thank you.

What sports do you play/have you played? I haven't played any sports, but I'm trying to exercise more at home and I've started hulahooping.

Do you use sarcasm? Not much online, but occasionally irl.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair?

What’s your eye color? Green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Always happy endings, please.

Any talents? I like knitting!

Where were you born? Italy.

What are your hobbies? Knitting, reading, listening to music and watching movies and series, the usual lot.

Do you have any pets? No, never had one.

How tall are you? Around 171cm.

Favorite subject in school? Art History, Literature, English literature, Pedagogy, and Chemistry. I do not know how to study anymore though. Shh.

Dream job? I wanna hide in a castle and pretend I am that castle's ghost. I wonder how long it would take for people to notice me living in it. Probably not very long, but I don't have a very well-designed plan yet.

I would like to tag @pollodigitale, @agentofship, @an-imaginary-raven, @stitch-me-not, @mycatisatool, only if they want to do this!

Have a lovely day, all! 💛🌻🌟

[animezodiac]

“Kuroshitsuji” characters as zodiac signs

Aries: Finnian

Taurus: Tanaka

Gemini: Undertaker

Cancer: Mey-Rin

Leo: Elizabeth Midford

Virgo: Sebastian Michaelis

Libra: William T. Spears

Scorpio: Baldroy

Sagittarius: Lau

Capricorn: Ciel Phantomhive

Aquarius: Grell Sutcliff

Pisces: Aleistor Chamber (Viscount of Druitt)

[sailon5463]

So I know that there was something going around about this faceless lady from the Curry Contest Arc

I have a headcanon that that is Claudia Phantomhive being pictured alongside a teenage Viscount Druitt. I like to imagine that they met at a party and had an arguement, as I doubt that the Countess would take kindly to his poetics and perverse behaviour and I reckon the memory of her rings comes from her delivering a sharp slap to his face when she inevitably lost her temper with him.

[plague-of-insomnia]

Art by @luci-on-the-moon

It’s Sunday, and that means another drabble from the AU I’m collaborating on with @luci-on-the-moon! This week, you get to see a scene featuring our favorite bromance to ship, Bard and Luci!

      Joker, their boss, is the king of the adult business in Houston, but the real money and power comes from extortion, and it’s up to Bard and Sebastian (Luci) to collect those dues each month.

      Today, get a sample from their work day and what their friendship is like. (And who doesn’t love seeing Druitt--Aleistor Chamber--beat up?)

      If you want to read the other drabbles from this AU I've posted, check out my Fan Fiction page, where you can also get links to the other art Luci has created, including Sebastian, Luci, and Ciel!

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Sebastian was silent as he held the flashlight so Bard could deactivate the house alarm and pick the lock. Aleistor Chamber, their first visit of the day, lived in what was once a posh Memorial mansion, but with a significant portion of his funds ending up in Joker’s pockets each month, the post-Harvey renovations to repair the flood damage had stalled, leaving the first floor a half finished mess of gutted walls and construction equipment.

      Concentrating on his work, Bard found it worrisome that Sebastian was being patient. Normally by now he’d insist they simply break in, not wanting to wait. Despite being even more proficient at lock picking than Bard, Sebastian—or rather, Luci—simply didn’t have the patience for it. Subtly was not Luci’s motto.

      “This is ridiculous,” Sebastian grumbled. “Every goddamn month. Joker should add a key to the tab already. Would save so much time.”

      Sebastian’s comment made Bard grin, relaxing subtly. “You can’t kill him. He’s one of Joker’s cash cows, don’t forget.”

      Sebastian rolled his eyes, but said nothing as they snuck in the house soundlessly, their black clothes blending into the darkness, easily finding their way up the stairs to the master bedroom.

      Chamber had an affinity for white, everything in the room a mockery of purity, including the oversized king bed where the man slept, stupidly oblivious to the presence on either side of him.

      Bard nodded to signal Sebastian could do the honors, and the man grinned devilishly, reaching over and grabbing Chamber by his long platinum-blond hair, dragging the mostly naked man out of bed just as Bard hit the switch, light filling the room and bouncing blindingly over every pale surface, causing the unprepared Chamber to cry out and squeeze his eyes shut tight, fingers uselessly trying to pry Sebastian’s from his scalp.

      “Morning, Al. Did you miss me?”

      “Of course, little raven.”

      Bard winced. He was convinced by now despite his education and position, Chamber was a moron. Because only an idiot goaded Luci.

      Sebastian snarled at the nickname and threw Chamber into the wall.

      The man hit hard enough to send a framed picture crashing to the floor beside him, and he sank into a heap, whimpering.

      Sebastian strode over to the man and put his foot on Chamber’s head, pushing him into the wall. “Where’s the money? I’m asking nicely.” And he was. He had yet to draw a weapon, his favorite pistol resting against his ribs in its holster and several knives strapped to his legs, some visible and some hidden. Chamber was still in one piece. Not even bleeding yet.

      “I don’t have it.”

      Sebastian pressed harder, his boot leaving an imprint on the man’s fair skin, his pale hair tangled and standing up from where it had been grabbed. “Not the answer I want to hear, Al. You know what happens if you don’t pay, right?”

      Bard lit a cigarette, smirking at the way Chamber’s face reddened at the idea of the smell corrupting the purity of his room, an amusing thought considering what he was being blackmailed for.

      “First, I get to play with you,” Sebastian sneered, the tips of his sharp canines catching the light, his red eyes seeming to glow. “And then the entire state can find out the chairman of the board of Children’s Hospital likes fucking underage boys.”

      Bard took a long drag of his smoke, smirking. Joker didn’t let anyone who wasn’t legal work as an escort, but he did have several young people of both sexes who could easily pass as jailbait. The man Joker had Chamber on camera with was actually 20, which made the extortion even better, because it was a bluff.

      Sebastian kicked Chamber in the chest, shoving him to the floor with a single boot. He leaned in, putting his weight on the man’s sternum. “Dr. Chamber, I bet you could tell me how long the recovery is for a broken breast bone.”

      Chamber wheezed. “I told you: I don’t have the money.”

      “Do you know,” Sebastian said coolly, bending his knee and leaning on it casually as if he weren’t using Chamber as a step, “that Joker has several journalists in his pocket, so while he doesn’t get as much from leaking stories as he does from blackmail, he profits either way? I wonder what the Chron headline will read in a few hours. ‘Children’s Chair Loves Kids Too Much’?”

      Bard snickered. He purposefully tapped the ash of his cigarette on the pristine white carpet, putting the butt out on the bottom of his shoe and picking it up so they wouldn’t leave behind any evidence. He checked his watch. “We got a schedule, Luce.”

      Sebastian growled but nodded. In a swift movement, his foot moved from Chamber’s chest to crash down on the man’s nose with a sickening crunch.

      Aliestor howled in pain, cradling his face with his hands as blood slid down his cheek to the floor, staining the fibers.

      Sebastian wiped his boot on the carpet to Chamber’s horror, and bent low, leaning in until his nose nearly brushed the top of the man’s hand. “Might want to call your plastic surgeon when we leave if you want to keep your pretty, pretty face. That’s a nasty break. Not gonna heal well. Get it? Heel?” Sebastian burst into laughter at his stupid joke, glancing over to see if his companion found it nearly as humorous.

      Bard just sighed and rolled his eyes, shoving another cigarette in his mouth, unlit.

      “Can I castrate him, Bard? Please?”

      Bard sighed. “Not until I call the boss and find out how he wants to handle this. Not gonna be pleased being woken up at this hour. Probably put him in a real bad mood.” He cast a telling glance at Chamber, another reminder that he better pay up, or his career wouldn’t be the only thing he’d be losing.

      Sebastian pulled his large Bowie knife from the holster on his hip and sank down until he was straddling Chamber’s legs. He cut the whimpering man’s underwear off with ease and frowned. “Might need a smaller knife for such a tiny job. This why you like kids? Even the tightest adult virgin ass not tight enough for something so . . .” Sebastian sank his knife into the ground just beneath Chamber’s balls, making the man jerk and tremble. “Hey, Bard, what’s another word for ‘tiny’?”

      Bard had his phone out as if he were dialing Joker. He shrugged as he pressed it to his ear.

      “Ask Joker.” Sebastian had his index finger on the top of the blade’s handle, gently nudging it from side to side, grinning at how it made Chamber sob harder, his nose still bleeding.

      “OK, OK!”

      Bard hung up, disconnecting the call to his favorite pizza place, eyebrow raised.

      “My dr—drawer. Dress—dresser,” Chamber stuttered. He pulled a hand from his face to point, his nose, eyes, and cheeks already bruising.

      Bard leveled a hard look at Sebastian to warn him to behave, only moving once he saw the man take his hand off the knife and sink back onto his haunches, sulking. Nothing got Luci going more than someone who abused children, making him even more dangerous than normal.

      Bard crossed the room, pulling the first drawer out and dumping its contents on the floor before tossing it aside. His nose turned up at the vast assortment of dildos, vibrators, buttplugs, and other sex toys, grateful he was wearing gloves. He was about to try the next drawer when he spotted an envelope taped to the back of the cabinet. He leaned in, prying it off. When he opened it, he saw a row of crisp $100 bills, more than enough for the month’s payment. He fanned them with his thumb to show Sebastian, who sighed loudly, yanking his knife from the floor in such a way he drew a thin line of blood from Chamber’s scrotum, but otherwise caused no further harm.

      Bard pocketed the money. “Was that so difficult? Coulda saved yourself a lot of pain if you’d just given us the money from the start.”

      Sebastian slid his knife in its scabbard and stood, kicking Chamber for good measure. “Shoulda let me cut his balls off.” He pouted, but made for the door anyway.

      “Maybe next month,” Bard said, patting Sebastian’s shoulder, casting a warning glare Chamber’s way, suggesting next time he might not be able to hold Luci back.