#c: shepherd

[eeonic]

magnum opus

[lorna-davidson]

She had been psyching herself up all weekend. She had even let it slip to her brothers that she would try this week and they had sent a slew of encouraging messages. It was all dependent on whether or not she actually ran into him today, which wasn't always guaranteed but as she walked with Larry, Moe and Curly to the dog park, she caught sight of him almost immediately in a separate part of the park. Walking around with a little girl. Did he have a daughter? Had she somehow missed this? Suddenly, all of her confidence fell away from her, a harsh reminder that she really didn't know him. No matter how much she felt she did. How had she missed this? As if connected to her telepathically, Curly tugged on her leash and pulled it out of Lorna's reach, taking off towards the playground, in the exact direction of Shepherd and Jillian. "You have got to me kidding me," she muttered to herself as she ran after her with Larry and Moe trotting beside her, probably already annoyed at their little sisters antics. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into her today, god, all dog owners say that, don't they?" Before she could really process it, she was standing in front of her son. Curly sniffing around his daughter's feet as Larry and Moe let out a sigh in unison before sitting at Lorna's feet. "She didn't scare you, did she? She's small but she's pretty mighty." @shepdecker

[quackity-rp-blog]

Everything had been set in place.

Today, the casino was closed, long enough for the guests to be gone, but for Quackity to still be in his office making up paperwork, so the Dogs stepped outside.

Rotty and Bull had begrudgingly gone along with the plan as Shepherd led them through it. Each stood just outside the property line, their shadows casting long black forms of themselves onto the tall casino walls. Today it would crumble. The boys pushed and shoved each other, playfully. The weight of the situation not creeping in until a text came through. With a breath, the boys looked around. Shepherd stepped forward.

Basset stood outside Quackity's house. He'd ran Cone to Rev's so he would be safe. Alaska was supposed to be here, he was supposed to be the one to blow the lid. But Basset didn't see him. He stood outside Quackity's yard, looking down at the control to his hand. As his phone buzzed, he pushed the button with a small click.

The sand shifted as thousands of pounds of materials were sent sky high. The boys at the casino running from the aftermath towards Shepherd's truck as chunks crashed into neighboring buildings, hooting and hollering at a job well done. Gunpowder and smoke clouded the sky like it had suddenly become night.

Quackity's house crumbled. Glass shot in every direction and a fire screamed out of the rubble. Chunks of foundation and beaten ground, covered the area as Basset tried. To run. He tried. He wasn't ready. The remnants of a family home, shattered into the ground. Basset took cover in a neighboring storm shelter, crying as he heard crashes of the fire spreading.

Under thousands if not millions of pounds of rubble, a heartbeat fell still.

@clinging-to-a-dream

[dandelionjack]

i love you time loops i love shifting architecture i love you haunted castles i love you brooding i love you stories as a life raft parables as a means of survival i love you incomprehensibly inconcievably long temporal intervals i love you determination i love you devotion i love you minotaur in the labyrinth love you trying again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. dying and dying and dying and dying and dying and still nothing feels worse than having lost your best friend but you can't give up, not now, not ever, how can you? the narrative in the shape of a girl declares that you're going to win. you could never do anything else. i love you gothic medieval architecture i love you cogs and gears and rusted machinery i love you RELIGIOUS IMAGERY i love you however long it takes however dark however deep however alone i love you

i love you METAPHORS FOR GRIEF!! the pain of losing someone you cared for feels like it lasts an eternity and it is an eternity. it feels as if you're a broken record, spinning round and round (like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel) but however many seconds in that eternity, however many years it takes to move on, to seek a future beyond the prison of your mind – it feels like billions for each and every one of us, as ghost clara says: "you're not the first person to ever have lost someone".

every grieving person is stuck in their own confession dial. an endless fruitless unceasing loop of guilt. what could i have done? what could i have done? what could i have done?

but however long it takes, it is not forever. nothing can possibly remain the same forever. simple physics. entropy. everything decays, even grief. piece by piece, word by word, bird by bird. this hole you dig is not your grave. get up. pull yourself out of the pit. even diamond is subject to erosion.

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Plagiarist: "The Art of the Handwritten Note" is by author Margaret Shepherd NOT Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex County

The Art of the Handwritten Note: "Corresponding on paper let's you elevate a simple pleasure into an artform." -Margaret Shepherd 2002

Plagiarism has become an artform for Meghan Markle Duchess of Sussex County who frequently quotes Margaret Shepherd (famed author and calligrapher) without crediting her book or work.

Photos from my own copy of The Art of The Handwritten Note (published by Shepherd in 2002):

Pretentiousness

MM obviously practiced her hand lettering and penmanship for this series because it looks much more polished and presentable. She really thinks her handwriting is the definition of "classy." Perhaps as a child it provided her with immediate praise that fed her narcissism. No thanks to Thomas Markle who contracted with Nickelodeon to film her writing the dish soap letter from hell.

Harry has to explain to the Irish why it's taking such a long time for his wife to sign her name.🤪

"That's How I Paid My Bills"

She claims to have paid her bills by working as a "freelance calligrapher." Paula Patton did not hire Meghan Markle to address her wedding invitations, she hired Paper Source Retail Stores.

MEgain worked as a retail associate for Paper Source where they sell stationary, gift wrap, party supplies, etc. The associates are trained to teach customers how to use their products. Sometimes they offer mini workshops throughout the year: bookbinding as a craft, gift wrapping, hand lettering, and of course some stores will also address your invitations.

"Our kids have REAL sets" she bragged 🙄

What kind of parent recommends that toddlers play with REAL trowels in the backseat of the car as a "distraction" during the ride home from a toddler's birthday party?🏨🏥🚑 Oh and no candy in those bags, just a manuka honey stick gifted from a person who said she doesn't even like honey. 🤪

Moma Knows Best

Meghan Markle's handwriting is "faux calligraphy" with doodles & flourishes. Lady C described it as "pretension gone riot." In this episode she's obviously clapping back at her critics by revealing to the world she made an A- in handwriting due to "those little swirls."

"I'll take the minus for a bit of character."

Right there she's explained to us that it's her way or the highway. She knows what's required but chooses not to meet those expectations because in her narcissist mind, she actually knows best.

Soho House Tradwife plays Hostess

In the context of this lifestyle series, Lady C made some excellent points about how an experienced hostess doesn't have the time to spend on tasks that should be assigned to the hired help. When I reviewed the images from her luncheon, it was obvious that the guests didn't enjoy her food. Perhaps in part because the hostess covered up the table in those ridiculous flowers instead of creating SPACE for people to actually sit down at the table to eat their meals.

Revisionist History

This "SERIES" was another Solo Meghan attempt at an image make over and infomercial. With each new man, her adult life seems to be a transactional stepping stone of revisionist history. In the case of the Spare, Harry offered her his name, titles, family, country, wealth to erase her Soho House yachting lifestyle and launch her into global stardom. In exchange the Spare would receive his freedom from what he perceived as a trapped future and the rigors of royal service. The Spare made a deal with the devil, but that is a topic for another time.

[legends-and-savages]

A shake of his head. "I don't know who you expect me to be but I don't think it's who you're expecting."

[luna-the-cretar]

I’m thinking about the Shepnax “confession” scene, and not to get all angsty here, BUT…the scene almost feels like a confession/breakup, but in like. Two different ways?

(Minor spoilers below)

I mean, think about it. When Sarnax tells Shepherd he cares deeply about him, Sarnax’s tone is almost…bashful? For him, at least. Like he’s forcing himself to admit it out loud. Like what he means is that he cares about Shepherd more than he thought he would, in more ways than one. That he’s not just a friend, but a companion, someone who he relies on. I get the sense that it’s beyond platonic—maybe not romantic, if you don’t want it to be perceived that way (I personally will), but definitely not platonic.

So when he then gets into the argument with Shepherd, about how Sarnax will die in their endeavors, you can almost hear what he’s not quite saying. You can almost hear him say “I love you so much and I’m trying to push you away because I don’t want you hurting because of me. I’d rather hurt you now in the short term, than hurt for years because you’re grieving my death”

And I’m not pulling the whole “Sarnax loves Shepherd” thing out of my ass here. Look how he interacts with Shep in the episodes before and after. Sure, part of it is because he’s THE shepherd, so there’s that whole scripture/prophecy thing, but also I think Sarnax GENUINELY cares about Shepherd in a deep spiritual level. He loves Shep so much that he doesn’t know how to handle it. He loves Shep so much that he’s pushing him away, just so Shep doesn’t get burned by the fire that will be his grief when Sarnax dies.

And then look at how Shepherd responds. “Aw, Sarnax, I care about you too”. It was lighter, airier, almost like it didn’t hold quite the same weight as Sarnax’s confession. Shepherd still cares about Sarnax, don’t get me wrong. But either Shepherd meant it in a “aw, buddy, you’re my best friend :)))” platonic way, or didn’t mind casually revealing just how deep his affections go. Or, perhaps he didn’t quite understand what Sarnax meant when he said “I care deeply about you”, especially after mentioning that he cares about the others as well.

Not that I don’t think Shepherd doesn’t love Sarnax in his own way (idk about you, but joining your bffs cult and giving yourself to his god to ensure he’s alive and okay doesn’t sound very platonic to me lol), but…idk. Sarnax’s love for Shepherd runs deeper, almost teetering on obsession at times. Shepherd was the first person Sarnax has ever cared about, platonically or otherwise (he says so himself in this conversation), so it runs deep.

Sarnax has felt the warmth of Shepherd’s fire, and yearns to engulf himself in the gunslinger’s flames. And he did, for a short while. He let himself be selfish, he let himself embrace the warmth of Shepherd’s fire. His passion. His protection. Just…him. And then everything in the Amber Temple happened, and Sarnax suddenly remembered that, if you play with fire, you get burned. And nothing burned him worse than seeing Shepherd betray him, while under the influence of the sarcophagus. So he pulls away. He pulls away, and ignores the warmth of Shepherds fire, no matter how much he yearns to drown himself in the flames.

[habibisagi]

this is karasu to me btw

[bigmeandragonlady]

I'll take a look at the outfitter's selection.

(my interpretation of the clothes you can buy at Heth Macoll!)

[btm-txt]

『 Ｍｉｌｏ？．．．　Ｉｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｙｏｕ？』

Commission for @charleecat-bat

Hands down one of my favorite pieces I've made recently, I've been practicing doing a lot more digital painting and I just love how this one turned out. Always a sucker to draw Charlee's boy so this was just a delight to draw in general.

[sieglinde-freud]

oh my god this mod gives you olivia early shut the fuck up… you can grind her and chroms supports BEFORE the gangrel fight oh my god what the fuck

[sapphicliaison]

ily @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for tagging me in the music game but it's literally the same as last time 😭

so here's my judgy, side-eye queen, bitey asshole (aka satan's spawn) in all her glory just for you ( ♡︎ )

[crossstitchpatterns]

[quackity-rp-blog]

Ooc: HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON!

Here's what everyone went as, would have gone as or was 'too manly to go as'

Basset went as Binks from Hocus Pocus

Shepherd went as Crowley from Good Omens

Bull and Rotty dressed up as jock zombies, Rotty nearly having to be a cheerleader because of a bet until Bull backed out of forcing him at the last second.

Quackity went as a ghost a bad angel

And I, dear reader, went as Hermes. Yes like the Greek God. I have letters to deliver okay

[shadowscommand]

getting increasingly hard thinking about the various stages of shadow company