#caryl little

[gameofthunder66]

'Lust for a Vampire' (1971) film

-watched 7/26/2024- 2 [1/2] stars- on Tubi (free)

33% Rotten Tomatoes

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

End of the world, might as well start serving cunt about it

[emeryhiro]

Carol x Daryl: My favourite shots of Caryl in one frame - Seasons 8-9

They're so soft with each other 🥹❤️‍🩹

[Part 1]

[trashg0blin37]

TW// fake blood

“One of the same”

Some concept art I cooked up tonight.

May make a refined piece, may not, I’m not sure yet. This is just a sketch 😂

Idk I just love them, ok

Also, bonus! Can you guess who it is? MORE DARYL.

(I haven’t met Dog yet, but I’ve heard of Dog. I got obsessed with the idea and drew that crudely lmao)

[heartdrift]

otpsource’s 3 year anniversary ❀ day 5: favorite funny moment

carol flirting with daryl in 3x01

[thebookofcarol]

You and your fake positivity are all of a suden very quiet so admit the Darren show is shit

me and my positivity have been dealing with life, actual real life, like a real job, real responsibilities, and real family. it doesn't mean i'm any less positive if i'm not posting 24/7. what the hell?

do you really want to know what i think about the Daryl show? i'm loving all the possibilities potentially arising from the storyarcs for my fav characters in the future. i may not enjoy everything about the ride, but i sure am loving the journey. i love that i get to watch another season of caryl just doing caryl things.

so i'm doing great. i've been busy making gifs of a show i love. i've been busy talking about stuff i love with good fun lovely people. thank you!

[apenitentialprayer]

Caryll Houselander, on Thérèse of Lisieux

[T]he "Little Flower of Jesus" and her shower of roses [...] grow out of the dark and bitter wood of the Cross. Saint Thérèse expressed herself in a way that belittled her own greatness. Her constant reiteration of the word "little," her indiscriminate scattering of sugary adjectives all over her autobiography, hide the bones of suffering that she is really speaking about, like a pretty printed cloth thrown over a skeleton. Consequently, many think that her "little way" means her "easy way," and so miss the whole point of her message. She did not teach the way of Spiritual Childishness, but of Spiritual Childhood. She did not simply become a child, but a Christ-child, the child of God, whose suffering is the suffering of the Cross, whose love is the love of the Cross. Her own life was neither easy nor ordinary; it had the quality of iron. She suffered to the limit of mind and body and spirit. She suffered beyond the pitch of human endurance from the exploitation of her unselfishness; she knew as much as that other Carmelite, St. John of the Cross, of the dark night of the soul, and far less of sweetness than he. She knew the desolation of Christ's cry on the Cross: "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?" (Matt 27:46). She did not value her extraordinary sufferings more than her ordinary ones; she estimated the minute irritating things of every day as being of equal value to the tragic things in her life. She knew that the nervous irritability of an exhausted body, tortured by the rattling of a rosary in the silence, had the same kind of power to redeem as the pains of her death. No one has ever realized the value of little things as she did; for no one has ever realized more that the Christ-Child suffered in her, and that the Christ-Child can suffer nothing that is not in the redeeming Passion of Infinite Love. It is this sentimental, passionate little nun, St. Thérèse of Lisieux, who, in her own life, has defined the sanctity of today, the answer to the Herods of today; it is the sanctity of Spiritual Childhood. To overcome the world we must become children. To become children we must fold our consciousness upon the Divine Infant who is the center of our being; who is our being itself; and all that we are must be absorbed in Him; whatever remains of self must be the cradle in which He lies. This is the answer to Herod in all times, the answer of St. Thérèse of Lisieux in our time: "the little way of Spiritual Childhood," which is the one-ing of the soul with God, in the passion of the Infant Christ.

- Caryll Houselander (The Passion of the Infant Christ, pages 66-67)

Cross and Roses, by Shania Brown

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

How are people getting that Daryl doesn’t care about Carol from that tiny little clip we got?! I’m just… 😐

Where did all the positivity go?!

Rhetorical question, really

[pumpkaaboo]

fuck it. massive pile of byrgenwerth headcanons

Willem was a decorated and well-established scholar from a wealthy family. When he decided to depart his previous university and establish a new one near some recently-rediscovered historical sites, no one really thought twice, but very few followed him. Not many wanted to brave the bitter winters of the mountainlands (and, though no one would admit it, the rumors of a blood-drinking aristocracy and immortal monarch certainly played a part in many a scholar's decision). That was alright, to him. His ideas attracted company.

Laurence was one of Willem's students, and decided to put his doctorate on hold in order to follow his favorite professor to the newly-established university. He admired Willem's boldness and willingness to break new ground, to challenge assumptions about what was impossible. Over time, he grew disillusioned as Willem began urging caution towards the findings from the labyrinths, eventually leading to the Byrgenwerth schism. By the time he would have realized his mistake, he was too far gone to understand what was happening to him.

Gehrman was initially a simple mercenary hired to escort scholars through the tombs. However, the bond he fostered with Laurence drove him to catch up with the rest of the students and participate directly in their research. Eventually, he became something of a gold standard for tomb prospectors, and only those willing to follow in his footsteps were permitted access to the deeper layers of the labyrinths. He left with Laurence, not because he agreed with the newly-crowned Vicar's ideas, but because Laurence was the only person he had ever really been honing himself into a weapon for.

Rom was an orphaned scholar from south of the mountainlands who drew attention by being one of the only noncombatant scholars to accompany the prospectors to the deeper layers of the tombs, and she was the one who first Made Contact with lonely Ebrietas. And the left-behind Daughter of the Cosmos adored her. At first regarded as a charming little sister figure by most of the other scholars, resentment towards her began to grow once the realization that she was outpacing her peers became apparent. Rom was aware that she suddenly no longer felt welcome among her classmates, and began spending more and more time with her surrogate mother. The closer she grew to the stars, the more distanced she grew from her peers, the less able and willing to share her findings with them she became. Until one day, she was no longer human at all. The knowledge of how to contact Ebrietas died with her, not to be rediscovered until the Choir found the Isz chalice.

Maria, though technically a relative of the Queen Undying, was so distant as to be for all intents and purposes a member of the servant class. She took up the role of common knight just as her mother, and her mother's mother, and her mother's mother's mother had before her. What was not common was the circumstances behind her knighting; on her own, she slew the great, winged, many-clawed thing that had been her own mother using nothing but the blinding glint off a hand mirror and a sharp-toothed metal comb. Such a prestigious feat was almost enough to overcome the dishonor of a family member losing themself to the sanguine plague, and she received her title when she was barely old enough to lift a sword. In fact, Annalise herself was considering and subtly training Maria for the role of her own personal knight, though Maria left before she could make any such announcement. In Byrgenwerth, she saw the potential for growth instead of stagnation; for the creation of a new future instead of endless nostalgia for an increasingly clouded past. Not trusting the ideals she was taught by an aristocracy that made blood magic into an art, told her that her grief over her mother should instead be shame, and maintained feudal rule for centuries, she essentially outsourced her morality to her fellow scholar-prospectors. This would turn out to be a mistake, though she wouldn't allow herself to realize that until years after the fact. The hamlet, as it was happening, was merely the first crack in the facade to her. But before that, she was Gehrman's apprentice, and brought with her the techniques and traditions of Cainhurst's knights. She was responsible for Yharnam's hunters becoming descendants in spirit of the knights, though few bothered to learn enough about Cainhurst to draw the parallel. Gehrman ended up learning almost as much from her as she did from him.

(Cainhurst's cultural views on gender and sexuality are very different from those of most of the rest of the world, as implied by the knight's sets, Maria's hunter gear being clearly based on the masculine version of the knight's set, and Annalise's whole... everything. Maria probably had to be taught what the cisheteropatriarchy is and how she'd be expected to act by Rom. Her response was likely something along the lines of "That's so stupid and just makes everyone's lives worse, why do people agree to participate in it???" Rom did not have an answer for her.)

Logarius was a descendant of the knights who fought against the faction that would eventually become Cainhurst in the great Pthumerian civil war. Over time, a political conflict had been mythologized into a legendary battle between purity and corruption, not helped by Cainhurst's general isolationism. He initially joined the tomb prospectors in the hopes of learning more about the glorious history of his ancestors, and was quickly accepted into the ranks of the scholar-prospectors alongside Gehrman. Naturally, he was none too pleased when Maria showed up and almost immediately earned her place as Gehrman's star pupil. Maria, who had never been very good at reading the emotions of others, was unaware of his resentment towards her until the founding of the Executioners in their modern form. Ludwig, who arrived in Yharnam once the Church was already in full swing, was a descendant of these same knights, but despite Logarius's efforts to recruit him, he was far more willing to let the past stay in the past and focus on the issues of the present.

Micolash was a relative newcomer. He was the archetypal "former child prodigy gets to college and is surrounded by equals or superiors for the first time in their life and immediately has an identity crisis". The fact that said superiors included women was salt in the wound. (Compared to the rest of its contemporary universities, Byrgenwerth was fairly egalitarian in its admissions, but this was still a time period where women were seen as property. That mindset is difficult to shake, and most didn't see any reason to try.) He was determined to find a breakthrough that would outshine everyone else, and surrounded himself with people who never criticized him. Laurence was actually a bit reluctant to let him come along to the nascent Church, and definitely regretted his decision on more than one occasion. Especially after the School of Mensis for all intents and purposes severed itself from the rest of the Church.

(In a modern AU, Micolash would be selling cryptocurrency and Great One NFTs)

Caryll was a bit of an enigma. They never drew close to anyone, throwing themself headfirst into their work and only contacting anyone else to share their notes and results. No one was ever able to figure out whether they were a man or a woman. Maria was the only person unphased by this. Sadly, Caryll's transcription of runes only began to show truly impressive results once Master Willem's mind had already begun to fail, so he was never able to both see what his student had produced and understand what he was looking at. Caryll eventually died of dehydration after multiple feverish days spent working on a single rune, forgetting to tend to their physical needs. Ironically, the rune carved into the desk where their classmates found their body was Lake.

Yurie the Last Scholar was named as such because she was the last person to ever visit Byrgenwerth for the knowledge contained within before Yharnam, and everything around it, fell into ruin, not to be unearthed for centuries. Her mission was twofold: first, she was to comb through the texts of the university for anything new to the Choir. Second, and perhaps more importantly, she was to destroy any record that could be used to harm the church; most notably, this included attendance records which might be cross-referenced to determine which students had left alongside Laurence. She completed the second mission, but not the first. She lost herself in eldritch knowledge, and eventually forgot why she came to Byrgenwerth in the first place, so immersed was she in the thrill of discovery, of ever-expanding insight. Not that there would have been anything for her to return to. Perhaps what happened to her could be considered a mercy. She never had to know.

[youmakethelight]

I made a ✨️video thesis✨️ on caryl's clashing attachment styles to exile by ts (all 4 mins 42 secs not sorry) to fill the hole tboc left in me. 💔

I mostly made this for my own mental health. I hope you like angst. ✨️ (the ending is nice)

[homely-lunatic]

hi friendly reminder that fanservice isnt "the writers have been building up to this event for 5 seasons and it finally happened and everyone's really happy to see it pay off", fanservice is "the writers have given no indication that this event is going to happen but fans have latched onto it to such a monumentus degree that the writers gave in and made it happen even though it didnt really make sense and the people who wanted it are really happy that its canon now"

[subzeroparade]

Chapters: 4/4 Relationships: Rom/Caryll Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Caryll, Byrgenwerth-era, the latent horror of academia, grad school with the added insult of unfathomable cosmic iniquities Summary:

Gods, I loved you, I want to say. I always thought I didn’t. I thought if I kept the words like liquid sloshed under the tongue, they’d never be real. I thought not saying it gave me power, the only kind of power I had over them. I didn’t know I was out of time. 

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Rom and Caryll, before and after.

_________

You want academic shenanigans? you got those. you want pining? it's in here. you want the realisation that it's impossible to balance an uncomplicated relationship and career and occasional eldritch horror (all while being a woman)???? that's the plot. you want savage dunking on Willem? that's in here too, as a treat.

[emeryhiro]

MY HEART

[kiybee]

the freakish lady maria in my head wants to be written about again

[indigoraysoflight]

Dog translation in Diverged

~

Daryl: Dog Dixon, you get back here.

Dog: That's Dog Peletier to you, father.

Carol:

Dog: ✨ K, mama. I woof you ❤️

[shimmershae]

“I don’t want you to stop.”  (a Walking Dead drabble, Caryl).

Post series finale.  

Daryl leaves them during a time of peace.  Does it last?  Well, what do you think?  ;)  

Caryl in the sense that future installments that my crazy ass brain wants to add to this, lmao, are gonna be Caryl AF.  

They arrive without warning, descending from the skies.  Faceless thieves of darkness, their numbers overwhelm, and the Commonwealth’s surrender is secured before daybreak.  

 In the shadows, they wait.  Watch. Hide.  

 Judith’s hand is clammy in Carol’s crushing grasp.  Her pupils dilated.  Her face pale.  She dares not breathe for fear of imminent discovery.  

 Neither does Carol.  And yet. “Judith.  I need you to listen to me.”  

 “No.”  

 “I don’t want you to stop.”  

  “Aunt Carol, no.”  

 “Take the tunnels.”  

 “Not without you. RJ.  No.”  

 “Find Lydia and Elijah.  Run.  Don’t look back.  Don’t come back.”

 “I promised Uncle Daryl.”  

 “Now.”