#guess who didn't check for errors again lmao

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Hello, I hope this is okay for me to send. I'm one of the blogs you blocked. (First off, this is your good right, and I completely understand and I hope this isn't a breach or invasion of privacy to send this from a different blog)

I always made sure to only tag content of Nolanverse Crane when it's really him and not any other Cillian role because I understand the frustration. And like I said, I absolutely understand that he's not a proper Scarecrow in your eyes. But it kind of hurts to get lumped into a group where I don't feel like I belong (if that makes sense)

Scarecrow in general is my favorite character in any comic related media. Arkhamverse Crane and Audio Adventures are at the top for me, and I also have a deep love for Fear State and little fan interpretations where he's just a funky little freak. My blog is Nolanverse centric atm because I just haven't gotten around to writing fics for the others. (And I'm worried I won't write them well tbh)

But all of that aside, my reason for actually sending this was because I was genuinely missing your posts and opinions on my dash. I was honestly a little worried that I didn't see anything from you before I realized what happened.

This isn't me being angry or petty and please don't think I feel entitled to seeing your posts (I don't want to be THAT person)

I guess this is just me saying goodbye to a pillar of the Scarecrow fandom, and it makes me a little sad

From the bottom of my heart, I hope your mom's recovery goes well and you have a great rest of the day/week/month. And a happy early birthday, Moffy

(ALSO SORRY FOR THIS ESSAY OMG)

A couple of things </3

I THINK I knew who this is. I blocked one person after I made that post. Looking back, that was probably a stupid mistake. I'mma unblock to check when I post this, and you let me know? (I was thinking....oh god I'm gonna get hate from the fangirls and taht legit clouded my judgement. I still fear anon hate)

See, that post was mainly about people I blocked weeks/months ago. I often only block the fangirls, for lack of a better word. I actually made the Cillian post on a whim. I needed some content for the day. (you probably know I upload daily) And sometimes, a little anger is okay. it's a valid emotion. Again, the people I block are more fans of the actor than the character. My main complaint was seeing Cillian stuff, which was not from the movies, in the tag. It just sorta....clogs it up?

Anyway, I can clearly see you're not one of them. If some reason , within the next ten minutes, you're still blocked. Send me the url. I am human. I understand. Mistakes and stupid shit happens. (especially with all I am dealing with irl) (I've been so stressed I think it clouds my brain)

You clearly love the character behind the actor, and I respect that. I think you may have been following me, cus my count went down after I blocked ya. So yeah, I did think that was WEIRD.

I'm sorry if you felt lumped it, it was just an error on my part. I hope you can forgive that.

and ya know, just because I'm not a fan of nolancrane, doesn't mean it's bad. I should reiterate, it brought so many into the fandom. That's great! I still reblog fan content of him. I suppose, the truth of the matter is my autistic brain doesn't do "live action" -- I can't think of one human who could play Jonathan Crane to my expectations. Voice actors yes, Dino Andrade forever lmao

But I just...live of art/comic/animation/games

and anything else feels uncanny. Like now. I dont imagine Crane as a real person. I have no image inside my head unless it's a comic illustration or game render. I Hoooope that makes sense

[callistolivia]

Asteroids Part 4; Origins of Vesta, Symbolism of the Asteroid Vesta

What we know of the Greek mythological origins of Vesta (or Hestia) is that she is a virgin goddess usually depicted as a veiled woman or a hearth (fire) itself; hence the symbol that represents her, a V with a flame. In Demetra George’s book Asteroid Goddesses, she primarily focuses on these Greek origins and pre-Hellenic origins of Vestal cults. I look at this with a critical eye because firstly, looking at how a goddess is worshiped is simply seeing the microcosm without the macrocosm and secondly, there are clear indications that Vesta (or Hestia) has earlier depictions as Isis. It is nevertheless interesting that specific ancient civilizations took this idea of Vesta and developed highly sexual rituals around her, but we also have to keep in mind that this was a time of shorter lifespan for humans and therefore quite common to conjure up idols to promote fertility and sexual practices. There was also a tendency for ancient civilizations to believe common people were gods; this speculation reaches to considerably higher gods such as Poseidon or Zeus. If we revisit what I mention in Part 1 and 2 of my asteroid research, then we already know the clear connection these asteroids have to Ancient Egyptian origins. Researchers such as Graham Hancock have theories that these ancient civilizations had considerable knowledge of astronomy and astrology, so much so that the pyramids were built to align with the constellation Orion (but this would mean that the pyramids were constructed at a much earlier time than most Egyptologists suggest).

Before I go into Isis’ connection to Vesta, I want to explore the importance of Vesta’s fire and home symbolism. In the Ancient Greek and Roman worships of Vesta, fire alters were created in the homes of the people and she was worshiped as a hearth that provided warmth (...as fire does) and therefore symbolized hospitality and protection to these people. In each state there was also a public hearth dedicated to Vesta called the prythaneum. Regardless of putting a name to a place of fire, fire itself has always been a place to gather for warmth, cook food, give light, promote life, etc. which could be the very reason why humans worship fire; it is like god on earth and it serves for us.  Fire or a flame is also a metaphor for life– the “flame” within a person. The fire inside our hearts and of course there’s a connection of the fire sign Leo ruling over the heart.  The word pyramid is derived from the greek word pyramidos which supposedly translates to “Fire in the Middle,” and pyr or πυρ translates to fire. I make this connection because as mentioned earlier we find the fire or hearth a worshiped symbol at the centrepiece of homes. Furthermore, Egyptologist, Stephen Mehler elaborates on ignored translations of the word pyramid in an article, 

“My Indigenous Wisdom Keeper teacher, Abd’El Hakim Awyan, states unequivocally that the ancient Khemitians used the term PR.NTR, Per-Neter, for pyramid. Per means "house".... One of the main purposes of the Great Per-Neter was to generate, transform, and transmit energy.”

More recent research from Egyptologists would conclude that the pyramids had nothing to do with actually burying bodies, but rather it had something to do with this “fire in the middle.” Likewise, we can conclude that Vesta has a lot to do with the “fire in the middle.”

As I mentioned earlier and in my previous postings, many greek Goddesses are derived from the ancient Egyptian Goddess Isis. I have enough evidence to believe Vesta is another derivation of Isis. In Manly P. Hall’s The Secret Teachings of All Ages, he mentions Isis depicted as the Virgin,

“From a golden ring on her left arm a line descends, to the end of which is suspended a deep box filled with flaming coals and incense. Isis, or Nature personified, carries with her the sacred fire, religiously preserved and kept burning in a special temple by the vestal virgins. This fire is genuine, immortal flame of Nature– ethereal, essential, the author of life. The inconsumable oil, the balsam of life, so much praised by the wise and so often referred to in the Scriptures, is frequently symbolized as the fuel of this immortal flame.” P. 130

Isis as the Virgin obviously has a strong correlation to the astrological sign, Virgo. She embodies her elements of purity, service, resilience, and power over nature. Vesta, as I had discussed, has an obvious connection to fire. I believe Vesta is the combination of this Virgo essence and fire. It makes me think of the allergical symbolism behind the major trump La Force (Strength) which is also mentioned in Manly P. Hall’s book. It portrays a girl with her hands on the mouth of a lion. Hall writes, “the young woman symbolizes spiritual strength and the lion either the animal world which the girl is mastering or the Secret Wisdom over which she is mistress. The lion (Leo) signifies the summer solstice and the girl, Virgo, for when the sun enters this constellation, the Virgin robs the lion of his strength.” P.419

In conclusion, Vesta, a derivation of Isis, is a symbol of immortal flame. She is Virgo with the Strength of Leo. She embodies the courage to open the mouth of the beast and obtain the key to knowledge. Her flames purify, master, generate, and regenerate. She has domain over nature like nature itself. She is worshipped because she serves. She makes sure that the flame within the physical body is indeed immortal and carries it over to the afterlife. In the next part of my series, I will discuss the asteroid Vesta in the natal chart.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

seven | cat and mouse

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possibly breaking into someone's frat house isn't exactly the kind of thing you expected you'd be doing on a sunday afternoon. secrets get unfolded as you further investigate the house, and you're once again stuck with scaramouche for the umpteenth time.

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, close proximity (is this even a proper word), y/n and scara playing cat and mouse with viktor lmao (as the title says)

a/n: this chapter is a bit short unfortunately... i'm still suffering from writer's block but i think this is a bit better than the last chap, so i hope it's at least a lot more enjoyable to read 💔 updates been going slow lately and i'm sorry for that,, i hope this close proximity thing makes up for the debt i owe you guys hehe, happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

the drive to viktor's frat house was awfully quiet. none of you and scaramouche decided to say anything for the whole ride, opting to just stay in silence instead.

sundays are usually the days you dread the most, mainly because it's the last day of the week before a new one starts. but today was 10 times worse, you didn't think you'd have to do stuff like this undercover.

you wouldn't say you were exactly breaking into viktor's frat house, since he gave you the key to the house. but if you were to tell people that you went back there without viktor knowing, you'd definitely get charged with a misdemeanor, or worse, a felony.

you really don't want that to end up in your records and get suspended from your police work.

you two arrived at viktor's frat house after a short while. getting out of the car, you looked over at scaramouche.

“did you take the stuff?” you asked.

scaramouche pointed out to the sample equipment on his hand, showing you that he's taken them out from the car. “sure did.”

“so...” you mumbled, crouching down at the small patch of dried blood on the carpeted floor. “how should we do this?” you questioned, glancing at scaramouche who's taking out the needed stuff for sampling.

scaramouche shrugged, going past you to start his work. “just scrape it off, i guess. we're never really trained to get samples, usually that's the job for the csi team. we'll just do whatever we can and hope that it works.”

scaramouche put on surgical gloves before trimming a small part of the blooded carpet while you took photos as evidence.

“i think this should do.” scaramouche said, holding and observing the crime evidence sealed in a ziplock.

this could be a breakthrough to your case and might lead you to more details that pinpoints viktor as the crime suspect. you seriously hoped that this case would end sooner, you really don't want to go back as a student for the next few months.

you sighed. “we shouldn't even do something like this, we're undercover. if people caught us doing shady stuff, things could backfire and we'd lose this case immediately.” you commented, taking a look at the photos you took on your phone.

i'll need to send these to childe later.

“should we head back?” you asked. scaramouche stood up from his crouching position, finishing up his work and putting everything back in the sample equipment.

“let's send this to the car first, then we could go back here and check out the house once again, in case we missed anything. there's no one here so it's a great opportunity since we have the keys.” said the short male, already on his way to leave the room.

surprisingly, the house was squeky clean, not a single beer cup nor rubbish in sight. after the frat party, you thought that it'd take at least a few days for viktor to become motivated again and clean up the house, but it's barely been a few hours since you left and it's already spotless.

looks like viktor came to clean the house up after i texted him back.

“ah, well... i'm not sure if we're supposed to be searching for anything, we didn't find a single thing other than that carpet last night.” you complained, standing in the living room with scaramouche.

you were about to leave the room and check out the kitchen when scaramouche stopped you, yanking your hand back.

“what?” you said coldly. scaramouche was looking at something, but you couldn't tell what he was so focused on.

“do you see a bump there?” scaramouche inquired, bringing up his index finger to point it out on the rug at the corner of the living room.

you observed for a second, squinting your eyes for good measure. “huh, that's strange.”

the both of you walked over to the rug and fixate your eyes on it again. it does looks likes there's an odd lump under the rug.

you crouched down, lifting off the rug a bit with your fingers and took a peek of the mystery beneath it.

“well, this is extremely note-worthy.” you blankly said, lifting off the rug completely so that scaramouche could witness it too.

it seemed like there's a secret basement under the frat house, with the lock being the lump you saw earlier. you wonder if people ever noticed it or they were just too stupid and drunk out of their minds to do that.

scaramouche let out a scoff, amused with viktor's so-not-low-key secret base. “we should try to unlock it with the keys viktor gave you. who knows, he might be one of those stupid people who leaves everything in one place.” scaramouche said, pulling out his phone to take pictures.

you nodded, taking out the keys from your pocket. trying out one by one, you started to test out the keys to see which one fits perfectly that'll unfold the secret viktor's hiding from the world.

unfortunately, none of them fit, leaving you guys dumbfounded. you sighed, tilting your head to glance up at scaramouche. “it's not working. he probably hides the key somewhere.”

“...and what are you waiting for? get up and let's start finding that damn key.” the ravenette scolded, crossing his arms at you.

you rolled your eyes, placing the rug back to it's original place. “no need to get feisty, little dude. we have all the time in the world. it's not like viktor's gonna come back here, he's already cleaned up the place.”

well, let's just say you're the queen of jinxing your own words.

the sound of a car engine can be heard from the outside of viktor's frat house, making scaramouche shot his eyes to the window in the living room.

slack-jawed, scaramouche crouched down slightly and shook your shoulder violently. “someone's pulling up here!”

upon hearing his words, you too moved your gaze to the window after standing up from your crouching position, making scaramouche yank you back to the floor.

“are you stupid?! they're gonna see your idiotic ass!” the short male said furiously. you settled on raising your head slightly to the window, just enough to look at the car that's pulling up on the driveway.

“that's viktor, dude! i know that car! what in the world are we supposed to do now?!” you asked anxiously, looking around to find a place to hide.

the male beside you seemed to have an idea. scaramouche grabbed your arm, making you fixate your eyes on his face instead. “i know somewhere. i saw it when we were looking out the place last night. follow me.”

and that's how you ended up cramped with scaramouche inside a wardrobe with plantation shutters under the staircase.

great, you're stuck in a tight space with this guy once again.

“why do you think this would be a great idea? what if he opens this wardrobe?!” you whispered in the dark. you could be spotted in a second if viktor opens the shutter door due to how tiny the wardrobe is, you wouldn't have anywhere to hide in here.

“just– i don't freaking know! pray or something!” the man beside you whispered back, before hearing the main door open. the subtle creaking sound of the door made you two shut up and focus on the man that just walked into the house instead.

looking through the shutters, you and scaramouche both kept an eye on viktor's every move in the house.

suddenly, viktor walked right over to the wardrobe, much to your and scaramouche's surprise.

both of your breaths hitched and you two stood frozen, not knowing what the tall man was gonna do next.

viktor instead placed his keys on the dresser right outside and next to the wardrobe you were currently in. he then headed to the living room, not even having a single clue that two detectives practically invaded his frat house and are now hiding in his exceptionally small wardrobe.

the both of you exhaled at the same time, relief washed over you. goodness, you almost got caught by the prime suspect of a serial killer to your case. you don't even want to imagine what would happen if he were to find you two in here.

“what's he doing over there?” you questioned, looking at viktor just standing idly in the living room.

viktor took out something in his pocket and went straight to the spot you and scaramouche just investigated a minute ago.

mouth wide opened, you observed viktor who is now crouching down to unlock the plank that seals the basement.

what in the world is he doing down there? and what could possibly be there? you ponder, thinking of a thousand possibilities that could be the answer to your question.

the case won't be able to move smoothly if you don't find out what's in viktor's secret basement.

out of the blue, you felt something step on your foot. a few curses were thrown out by you and a thud can be heard from the wardrobe from your reflex.

“shit– ow! what the hell?! you just stepped on my foot, you asshole!” you screamed internally, cursing at scaramouche. the male beside you tried to shush you by making hand gestures but you were only focused on your foot.

viktor perked his head up upon hearing the faint sound, peering around the living room to see if anyone's there. not seeing anything, he stood up from the position he was in and headed to the hallway where the sound came from.

scaramouche was freaking out while you were too busy soothing out your bruised foot, letting out a whine from the pain.

viktor walked near the wardrobe and on instinct, scaramouche decided to do the only thing he had in mind.

and that is to make you shut the hell up.

the ravenette slapped a hand over your mouth and brought you the corner of the wardrobe behind all of the hanged clothes. he had his other hand beside your head, making you shut up instantly.

viktor stopped beside the wardrobe and looked around the house, trying to find the source of the sound.

the close proximity between you and scaramouche made the short male averted his eyes to the shutter instead, slightly flustered by his own bold movement.

eyes widened, your quick breaths fanned over scaramouche's, face mere centimetres from each other. you're flustered, nervous at the thought of possibly getting caught in a situation where you're stuck in a position like this with the male in front of you.

goodness, he needs to start giving me warnings before he pulls up something like this.

scaramouche kept an eye on viktor from the wardrobe instead, silently praying that the tall man doesn't open the shutter door.

as if the archons have answered his prayers, viktor just sighed and went back to the living room. he must have thought he was imagining things. looking over the place once again, viktor made sure that there's no one else in the house before going in the basement, closing the plank back on him.

scaramouche let out a sigh, relieved that you two didn't get caught. you wanted to say something but your words were muffled by scaramouche's hand that was still covering your mouth. he put up an indescribable look upon hearing the vibrations of your voice from his hand, before bringing it to his side.

“what?” scaramouche asked, quite confused with the glare you're giving him right now.

you frowned even more at him. “you could've just told me to shut up, didn't need to do all that.” you pouted, shoving his form away from you to give you two a bit of space.

“i think the word you're looking for is thank you. if it wasn't for my instincts you'd be caught by now.” he retorted, turning his head away from you in spite.

you groaned. it's only been a week since you started this case and it already feels like hell.

you have a feeling the archons are punishing you to the deep depths of teyvat for whatever reason you couldn't tell, given how you always end up in the most undesirable situations during this mission, with your sworn enemy no less.

now you're really praying that this ends real soon.

after a bit of planning and a bit of arguing, you two finally decided it was time to leave and get out from the house. slowly opening and closing the shutters, you and scaramouche tip-toed to the main door and dashed through once you opened it, in fear of viktor finding out you were camping in his fraternity house for the past hour.

in an instant, the both of you rushed to scaramouche's car on the side of a road a few feet away from the frat house, both thankful and regretful that scaramouche parked quite far.

it's good that he parked a bit far from the frat house to avoid suspicions, but archons how you wished it wasn't that far. the running is killing you.

you opened the door to the passenger side of the car after scaramouche unlocked it and immediately got inside. you panted, running out of breath. “archons– i hope that's the last time we'll ever do that.”

scaramouche was out of breath too. “y– yeah. let's– let's not do that.” he stammered, leaning his head back and bringing up an arm to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

the both of you swore to never do something like that ever again.

after your little escape from viktor, you and scaramouche decided it was best to head over to the post office and drop off the sample addressed to the precint immediately, in hopes that nothing happens and childe receives it safely.

childe

**photo sent**

╏ just dropped off the sample ╏

at the post office

╏ no worries we made sure to ╏

pack it nicely and secure!

╏ lmk when you receive it ╏

╏ btw we almost got caught ╏

╏ lmao ╏

4:42 p.m

childe replied to 'lmk when...'

sure! thanks for the work y/n!!

childe replied to 'btw we al...'

you WHAT?!

HELLO??? Y/N??

WHAT

REPLY BACK WOMAN!!

seen

you sighed. you'll reply to childe later, you're just really exhausted right now from all of the running and escaping.

what if the archons are playing cupid instead of punishing y/n *wink wink

and what if i tell you that some bolded words are actually foreshadowing *double wink wink

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