#eloquent countenance angst

[protagsbf]

haiiiiiii !! i go by may and this is my shitpost writing blog since i got lazy to post on my main (praying this one ends well.)

tbh i write whatever i want; fluff, smut, angst, anything rlly

applies for reader too!!!! just be specific if you want it to be

my inbox is probs always open so if you have drabbles or headcanons you better share them 🫵🫵🫵🫵 just get freaky w it tbh

what i write for!

elevator hitch

characters:

protag!!! (the love of my life no joke)

coworker

normal guy......

antag (doppel protag)

colleague (doppel coworker)

ships:

x reader and basically pairings of any of the above.....

yes ill do selfcest............

cold front

characters:

augustine

winnie

ships:

x reader and augnie !!

eloquent contenance

characters:

forcas

(i dont know angelicas char enough to do my girl justice)

ships:

x reader kfvajavdbjabs

mistrick

characters:

john blanc

chase colt

ships:

BLANCOLT and also x reader teehee

anywayyyyy thats it!!!! pls send stuff in my inbox idk what to do on this stupid blog anyways bye!!!!!!!!!

P.S. PLEASE REC ME SOME GOOD ITCH GAMES!!! or ya could ask me about them and if i know it, i might just write for it hehe

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[goldenfire357]

"I used a lighter to well..... light a room. (that, and I may have burned me and my coworker to death, but that's all in the pastttt)"

"I used a lighter to keep myself warm.(That, and we burned in it so that we can escape from my schizophrenic demon that represents my jealousy of my childhood best friend and woke up from a coma we got from a car crash)"

"I USED A LIGHTER TO BURN THAT HELL HE CALLED A RESTURANT ALONG WITH THAT SICK BASTARD WHO TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME"

Yeah that's right, I got into 4 new fandoms simultaneously and that's not even all of them =D

Also I forgot Eloquent Countence but that's because I haven't played it yet.(that and there aren't many playthroughs, besides I'm not sure that game has any lighters tbh)

Also Also, Coworker IS alive he's just hanging in there haha yeah 100% trusth....

[just-for-rp]

Looking for a dead plate rp!!

Au: normal au ( MAKING A WHOLE DIFFRENT POST FOR THE SWAPPED ONE ) ( genderswap is available! )

Ship if any: maybe vincent x rody? And i would add mannon but she'll die later on so i dont see the point of shipping her with one of them sorry-

characters involved: rody, vincent, slight dialogue from mannon

Plot: just like the eloquent countenance one i made, its basically just the plot of the game dead plate. HOWEVER with some fun things added like a customer yells at rody and vincent had to take care of it! Or sad things. Whatever you think would be fun to add!

who id wanna be: again dont have a preference :)

this roleplay will contain: gore, a long portion of angst, cannibalism, murder, and a french Gordon Ramsey

Extra: just a warning there will be a LOT of dead plate posts on this account- dead plate was the first game ive ever saw and played so its very close to my heart :)

picture's:

( CREDITS TO RACHELDRAWSTHIS ON X AND THE OTHER ONE I FOUND IN PINTEREST ON LIV_ ACCOUNT )

[idv-sunsxin3]

-> Studio Investigrave Games Fanwriting Masterlist

Note// Contains x reader, canon x canon, canon x oc, or canon/oc content in general. What I wrote is made for fun. Not everything is canon here. I'm not thinking of accepting writing requests either, my apologies <//3

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Eloquent Countenance

Veil (OC) // bio

Veil (OC) // Their/His Role in Eloquent Countenance

Elevator Hitch

Lynx (OC) // bio

Lynx (OC) // His Role in Elevator Hitch

Cold Front

Dolly (OC) // bio

Dolly (OC) // Her Role in Cold Front

Dead Plate

Vincent Dating HCs

Rody Dating HCs

Vincent, Rody// Train Station with s/o scenarios

Vincent, Rody// Thoughts on S/O

Sophia, Court(OCs) // bio

Sophia, Court(OCs) Their Role in Dead Plate

VincentxCourt// Angst Ending Scenario Idea

[cry-4b0ut-1t]

what should I write

Wanna write something so yea, you can ask me to write anything and I gladly will UNLESS it’s:

NSFW

Shipping family

A ship that everyone can look at and go “ew” to

not in a fandom I’m in

So yes I’ll write:

Angst

Fluff

found family

oh and here: Fandom list: (Only the ones I feel like writing for rn)

Sbg, Dead plate, Cold front, Eloquent Countenance, genshin impact, hsr, phighting, regretevator, kp, i think that’s it?

edit: now new edition to fandoms!!!: bsd!!

[politecatangelica-ec]

“The next procedure... Is.. wait what- an ask/RP blog? How?!”

Account Info is down here!!!

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Random Information:

This blog will contain short videos sometimes, depending on the questions you ask cause I ain't writing a wholw paragraph of action :3 and there's a chance if you ask Angelica your getting a drawing :D Also will random say Polite cat

PLSPLSPLSASK QUESTIONS OR RP IM BORED

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Rules!!:

-This blog may or may not have spoilers about the game if anyone asks about something related!

-Anon/asker magic is allowed!! :)

-I honestly don't care if you're being rude or whatever, joking or not sure

-I do roleplaying in this blog if you want to :D characters from other fandoms or ocs are completely fine if you are wanting to roleplay

-Questions on angsty stuff are allowed, but note I don't know how to write angst and it will be broken

-Ships are allowed in the blog, as long it's not illegal or something like that, and yes this applies to self-shipping or different characters. If you're using Forcas I am most likely gonna cry(Swap Forcas is fine!!!!)

-nsfw asks will most likely be ignored or answered with Forcas pointing and calling you a weirdo. We do not allow that to be in here, but I guess suggestive are fine as long as their not going somewhere weird..

-Remember! This blog is not canon whatsoever of course, just filled with headcannons of mine

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This blog includes the other characters, it's possible to ask about them!1!1!!!

Character colours:

Angelica- purple

Forcas-blue

The other nun-orange

Fallen angel-red

Narrating-green

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Tags I'll be using:

#Angelica answers you!

#Angelica role-playing

#Angelica role-playing with *character*

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This account may have out of character stuff, which I'm sorry about :') and Eloquent Countenance belongs to RDT(Racheldrawshis)

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Main account: @personnamedjamin

[sasorikigai]

❛   I  break  in  silence  so  no  one  will  worry  over  someone  like  me.   ❜ ( Aku to Scorpion; have some angst UwU )

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘. || @swordsxandxshadows || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Let it be the rest of all the realms, let it be the quest of all their days; as the fevered pounding of their blood continues to throb, the measure of their souls continues to rapidly pendulate - that none shall rest in any land, and none return to dreamless sleep. No heart be quieted, no tongue be stilled. Unbidden and unapologetic, yet retaining the familiar intimacy of the pain in his chest and the dark visions still populating his mind, along the hanging withered flowers and the little cadavers of the Shirai Ryu epitomized as their unnamed graves become elevated to live in halcyon empyrean heaven more than which they deserve. The world as Hanzo Hasashi used to know will still spin and it nearly distracts him from the guilt that keeps him twirling around with it, the guilt that tells him should his heart cease to beat, he would likely break another's in the process.

A deep furrow mars his once handsome features, as the onyx veil draped over his countenance thickens with such disapproval. “As true love never wants their lover to feel pain, my beloved - I wear a love so heavy with beauty, and nothing shall shake you into the throes of sinking despair and hopelessness. And you are much more than what you make yourself out to be,” how he wishes his own luminescence will move the shapeshifter, and like a candle, let Scorpion’s glowing remind one another - despite how finite the concept of love could be to humanity, his love will be immortalized and become eternal. Until his human bones and heart will crumble asunder into cinder and ash. 

“Should you ever besmirch and bring yourself down in front of me again, then I may truly question the solemnity and authenticity of our love itself,” Scorpion simply dismisses the blasphemy of Aku’s statement; for it only constitutes further misunderstanding through lack of proper conversation. Pulsating surge of fibrillating heat sits just beneath the ashen veil of his flesh, nearly revealing the wicked, cruel skeleton beneath his hooded and masked being. The smoke and ashes don’t leave the wraith yet, but once baptized intensity of his inferno crackles, as throbbing pain surges between his ribs and nearly reaches to stir his retained human heart. 

Reckless, volatile waves of his magmatic blood flood and pound in his chest; for Scorpion’s love entails raw, unapologetic, and often brutally honest, visceral and profound conversations and poetic eloquence that will reveal the depths of his entirety, often hidden beneath his indifferent, austere visage. To see Scorpion’s heart and soul, he needs not silence, withdrawal, and closure - for he will be unfettered and unhinged in his mania. His love will be akin to a wildfire; for love is a notion that he will never have an ounce of control over. Flowing through his body and bursting out in echoes of radiating affection and tenderness, while he could also be extremely emblazoned with his ardor and intention. 

“You are never too different and never unwanted, even in throes of your silence. And you were perhaps the only one who showed me that there is good in everyone, however much you think you have committed such unthinkable, atrocious things. I saw pleas of your redemption the moment I made myself intimate with your own trials and tribulations. And such words you speak could become such a cruel companion that will perpetually haunt you in anguish and agony.” Perhaps Scorpion was wrong from the getgo to condemn such disengagement, for Scorpion often employs this tactic when sinking void of his depression curses his foggy mind and smothers his fragile kintsugi heart. A balmy hand outstretches, and guides Aku to meet the fathomless depths of his human eyes, still embedded in the murky pool of his iridescent white. “We may continue to descend in perpetuity of our mind’s manipulation and fall from grace, but know that I will always be beside you no matter what.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

[dawnajaynes32]

At the Site of Seeing

At the Site of Seeing / photos by Aimee Lambes

l. to r. - Abraham Adams, Natalie Sander Kern, Brian Newberg

Natalie Sander Kern as Molly Sweeney

Abraham Adams as Frank Sweeney

Brian Newberg as Mr. Rice

By Tom Wachunas

“…they may be ever seeing but never perceiving, and ever hearing but never understanding,…”  - Mark 4:12

"Learning to see is not like learning a new language. It's like learning language for the first time."  - Denis Diderot

   What assumptions do we make about someone’s well-being or world- view? What perceptions inform those assumptions? Do they justify our judgments on the circumstances of that person’s life? How do those judgements motivate our actions toward that person? Living, and loving, can be complicated, mysterious, and hurtful.

   With his 1994 play, Molly Sweeney, Irish playwright Brian Friel gave us a deeply probative and eloquent examination of these considerations. It’s an utterly intriguing parable, generously laden with humor and pathos, about the vexing gap between seeing and understanding. The play visits an ideological crash site at the daunting crossroads of philosophy, psychology, science, and spirituality - all colliding with life-altering force.

   Three fascinating characters speak to the audience directly through intertwined monologues that address their divergent perspectives on the same story. Here’s the tale, directed by Craig Joseph, of 41 year-old Molly Sweeney (Natalie Sander Kern), blind since early infancy; her well-meaning dreamer of a husband, Frank (Abraham Adams); and Mr. Rice (Brian Newberg), a once famous opthamologist, now driven out of seclusion by his whiskey-soaked obsession to restore Molly’s sight.

   There’s something exquisitely appropriate about Craig Joseph’s choice of venue for this production – the 50-seat Dietz Theater in Akron’s Weathervane Playhouse. The performance space itself could be taken as a metaphor for how sighted people might assume that for a blind person, living must indeed be a sad condition - boxed in, it would seem, by blackness. The intimate darkness of the room gives way to an uncanny if not ironic effect of magnifying and illuminating even the smallest of emotive gestures and facial expressions articulated by the actors who are, in a word, astonishing.

   A thrilling element throughout the evening, thanks to dialect coach Chuck Richie, is the actors’ command of their enchanting Irish accents, particularly from Kern and Adams. It’s much less present in Newberg’s speech, though still authentic when considering that the Irish-born character of Mr. Rice spent years forging a career while living in America (before his marriage fell apart), thus becoming more Yankee-ized, as the character of Frank so eagerly reminds us at several points.

   Through a large portion of the play comprised of flashbacks on the characters’ lives, Natalie Sander Kern renders the character of Molly with a palpably luminous countenance. Kern makes Molly Sweeney an effervescent embodiment of charisma, a positively contagious presence, and anything but morose – that is, at least until the cathartic eye operation. Her consistently riveting gaze isn’t the vacant look of someone groping about the world tentatively (she doesn’t use a cane), but rather someone whose eyes sparkle with the shimmer of pure, wonderful apprehension. In one of the play’s richest passages, she speaks of a favorite life activity – being immersed in the sea, swimming. Her voice bubbles with joy, tinged with sorrow for sighted folk, when she recalls, “…Just offering yourself to the experience—every pore open and eager for that world of pure sensation, of sensation alone—sensation that could not be enhanced by sight—experience that existed only by touch and feel; and moving swiftly and rhythmically through that enfolding world; and the sense of such assurance, such concordance with it.” Molly doesn’t see her blindness, so to speak, as a tragic abnormality to be pitied or remedied.

   Equally captivating and intense are the performances by Abraham Adams and Brian Newberg in their roles of Frank and Mr. Rice, respectively.  Adams is a dizzying amalgam of boyish bravado, self-doubt, tenderness, mournful frustration, and righteous anger as he recalls his big-hearted but quixotic career pursuits. They include his hilarious story about making cheese from Iranian goats afflicted with chronic jetlag. And though all his support for the successful outcome of Molly’s surgery is genuinely ebullient, he doesn’t much like Mr. Rice.

   No wonder, perhaps. Maybe he sees too much of his own flawed motivations in the alcoholic doctor. In that role, Brian Newberg gives us a punctilious philosopher who quite effectively draws us into the angst-riddled disaster that his life had become, and the desperate hope to restore his internationally acclaimed reputation by performing a miracle on Molly.

   Molly’s partially restored vision initially leaves her in a short-lived period of giddy hope. But amid Frank and Mr. Rice’s incessant pressures to educate her in correctly connecting to what she can see, it dawns on Molly, and us, that to the men in her life, she’s become an agenda, a project, not a person. No miracle at all, the cure has forced her out of the ecstatic sensory completeness she once knew, becoming instead an infection that progressively thrusts her into a state of heartbreaking withdrawal and confusion.

   This work of truly great theatre may well leave you longing for the same assurance and concordance with the experience of being alive that Molly savored when swimming. In the end, more than a little heartbroken yourself, you’ll simply want to hug her.

   Molly Sweeney, in The Dietz Theater at Weathervane Playhouse, 1301 Weathervane Lane, Akron, Ohio / Friday, November 16 & Saturday November, 17 at 8 PM, Sunday November 18 at 2 PM / produced and presented by Seat of the Pants Productionsand presented through special arrangement with Dramatists Play Service, Inc. / tickets $20 - available ONLINE at  

https://mollysweeney.eventbrite.com 

www.seatofthepants.org

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