#how did Vigo get in the painting

[king-mera]

Sometimes I wish the Ghostbusters fandom had what the Disney fandom has (a subset of people obsessed with the villains)

[himetsuri]

i wish we could've seen how exactly miroku recruited junas

we see how he recruits grana, vigo and uranus practically recruit themselves, but in all of those cases it's a relatively drawn-out procedure: he has to fight and defeat grana, while with vigo and uranus (and heavily implied shiner and dholaki) he just makes the declaration of war broadcast and then waits for them to come to him

junas on the other hand is the only one to be almost exclusively constrained by time, because miroku essentially had to recruit junas while he was destroying grigori and that implies that it did not take much persuasion to, at the very least, get junas to cooperate with him

the flashback sequence in chapter 136 suggests that miroku found junas before he found #07, and this event also adds some sort of flavor to junas joining miroku because miroku freaks out after #07 rejects him

if he recruited junas prior to speaking with #07, then the implication due to the time limit is that there was no conflict and junas readily agreed to join; if he recruited junas after speaking with #07, what kind of state of mind was he in and how did that lead to junas joining?

the novel paints the picture that junas willingly chose to follow miroku without the need to fight him, unlike grana

(but if they did end up fighting, is that how junas got his scar just like how grana lost his eye?)

this creates a stark contrast in which

miroku goes to junas –> junas sees through his cruelty, sees him as a caring savior, and joins him

miroku goes to #07 –> #07 sees his cruelty, sees him as a corrupted monster, and refuses to join him

what did he say to junas to get him to join him so readily?

towards the end of the series, the story leans into the side of #07 in that miroku had this darkness inside him and he had ill will at heart

so when he himself starts confessing to it, i can't help but wonder how junas in particular takes it

because junas always saw the good in miroku

[cycian]

The Lodge Members As Mothers:

\-Philippa Eilhart: - first of of all, how did this happen, second of all, holy shit is Phil struggling. She'd hold the child at an arm's length and demand they stop capping their pants this very instant.

\-She'd run to Rita for advice. Being raised by Tissaia taught her exactly what NOT to do with a child.

\-The kid is spoiled beyond reason and can speak multiple language. Phil loves her little owlet.

\-The child will probably be a political menace and Phil could not be more proud.

Sheala De Tancarville:

\-Her child would be the most well-behaved and tactfully snide little creature.

\-They spend most of their time inside her tower in Creyden studying and researching.

\-She takes the child to conclaves and conferences to socialise them. Rita is apalled. They lecture the lecturers in the middle of their intervention and Sheala loves that.

Keira Metz:

\-Who gave the gremlin a child??? WHO?? Everyone has a stroke upon learning.

\-Keira dresses the kid in matching outfits. They are incredibly sarcastic and will diss whoever comes within earing range.

\-Keira takes the child to Aretuza and spends a lot more time there as a result because she is secretly incredibly protective of her little one.

Sabrina Glevissig:

\-That kid is a menace to society. She teaches the child how to hunt, charm and hide a body before they're fifteen.

\-They are very fashionable and prone to insult Yennefer.

Margarita Laux-Antille:

\-Best Mom Merch was made for her. She loves that kid to death and is the only one out of the lodge to be able to raise a child not to be a menace to the Continent.

\-Doesn't drink as much, wants to be a better person and example for her baby.

\-Will sing them lullaby, hold them all the time and has about a dozen paintings of them around her office. Has a small portrait in her breastpocket that she wips out constantly.

Triss Merigold:

\-She's terrified of raising a child after the Alvin situation.

\-Tries to give the child to Rita because she's so afraid of fucking the kid up. Rita instead takes her ass to therapy (thank you Rita) and Triss decides to try.

\-She gives the child everything she had wanted in her younger years. Long walks in nature, constant new toys and is always very forgiving.

\-She teaches them everything she wish she had known at their age, cheers for their successes and cries with them when they fail.

Francesca Findabair:

\-That kid is SPOILED ROTTEN. Not only is Enid so happy to have a little one around again, but so is the rest of Dol Blathanna ! She prepares the kid for the world beyond their duchy and passes on everything she knows.

\-Through the eyes of her child, she sees the reflection of the youngling she had been and marvels at the fact that they get to grow up with their kind, safe from the threats of pogroms.

\-She fights even harder for the Nonhumans, as she wants to give her child everything that had been taken from her, from them.

Ida Emean Aep Sivney:

\-Ida will sling the kid around her shoulders and show them the world.

\-She is much more laid back than the others, gently correcting mistakes and always being willing to protect her child.

\-Her kid is like her-softspoken, wise and witty. She makes sure they never feel left out and makes them feel very loved.

\-Great mom.

Assire Var Anahid:

\-Her child and furry child get along great. She's been around many young ones and therefore knows how to care for them physically.

\-However, everytime they ask her a question she has an existential crisis.

\-The child grows up incredibly curious and with a bright mind and kind heart.

Fringilla Vigo:

\-Panics.

\-Researches childcare extensively and tries all types of methodology. Until she learns how to let go and to enjoy the moment.

\-Reads with them, takes them with her wherever she goes, they spend the most time in theaters.

Bonus:

Tissaia De Vries:

-Since her kids either wind up being depressed nymphomaniacs or war criminals or eels, do not. Just do not.

[gayregis]

ok wait i'm a bit confused..,,,, lauren really gave a big fuck you to any other kinds of witcher lore and characters and is just not very talented but is she a actually bad person? bad meaning racist homophobic ableist etc? i can not find anything good and you always have 12/10 chefs kiss info (sry about my shitty english)

she’s not done anything racist personally, but in regards to racism i’d like to point out how all of the black actors/characters are treated in twn. they all were relegated to antiblack tropes:

dara was black best friend trope (”a black character whose role either A) revolves almost entirely around a white character or B) serves as a conscious effort for a white character/writer to appear inclusive”), 

queen eithne was magical n*gro trope (sorry that’s the name for the trope but i don’t feel like i should be saying that word) (”in order to show the world that minority characters are not bad people, one will step forward to help a "normal" person, with their pure heart and folksy wisdom.”)

the dryads in general were depicted very stereotypically as somewhat hollywood natives (” typical depictions will show the (usually dark-skinned) natives as unkempt and scantily clad, decorated with tribal face paint and brandishing spears or bows”) and iirc some the actresses who played most of them were white (anneke weerts, nóra trokán are listed on imdb as being dryads, and i do not think they are black?) yet they all had dreadlocks... it’s uncomfortably close to blackface. also my question is why did “people who live in a large forest and are close to nature” garner one of the main black actresses involved in twn and the whole cast to have dreadlocks and spears (when dryads never used spears in the books)?

fringilla vigo was just straight up evil and does human sacrifice now for some reason, with no personality but being evil and mean to yennefer, who is played by white-passing anya chalotra. in canon, she wasn’t even evil, but they made her a villain for... what reason, exactly?

vea and tea were... okay... “sexy women who don’t speak a lick of the common language” was already a bad trope introduced by sapkowski, but sapkowski never specified that they were black (they’re described with blonde hair iirc, i believe they were based upon the ancient steppe peoples), so taking that trope and saying “oh hey, these two are sexy warrior women who don’t speak any english, they must be black!” is extremely uncomfortable to me

all the other black actors were relegated to background characters that have extremely few lines and appearances.

racism that isn’t antiblackness off the top of my head includes:

they took the depth and emotion out of toruviel’s character, which strikes me as poor treatment of people of color because i believe that natasha culzac, her actress is mixed race (half caribbean).

casting vilgefortz (VILGEFORTZ... the r*pist and main villain of the entire series) as a man of color, and casting very very few men of color in other roles besides this one... like, let me repeat again, VILGEFORTZ... 

yennefer is constantly shown naked and in pain in scenes that just were not canon at all, they cast yennefer as a woman of color and then made her naked and in pain MORE of the timem

since all of this racist treatment and also tokenization of characters is in twn, and lauren is the showrunner of twn, i believe she should answer for this, trying to appeal to a larger demographic to get more money.

her husband is michael hissrich, who won primetime emmy awards 3 times, which leads to how i believe that lauren got her position out of nepotism

and the two are filthy rich, i mean they listed their house in hollywood for $2 million

tldr she’s not done anything horrific, but she’s just another wealthy white woman. she’s not your ally or my ally, she doesn’t care about representation like she pretends to. she’s a very rich cishet white woman who can’t write, and attempts to appeal to more diverse demographics in order to rake in more cash

[realmadridfamily]

Pilar Rubio presents her second collection of swimsuits for the Galician company“Selmark”.

Pilar Rubio is a TV presenter, mother of four boys, a born athlete, as well as a designer and fashion lover. "My mom was a seamstress, and I grew up surrounded by fabrics and sewing machines" says presenter a few days before presenting her second swimsuit collection for Spanish company Selmark. Pilar was fully involved in this new project from the very beginning of the creative process ("We did everything through a video call because we started working on it just before my childbirth") and the five models (three swimsuits and two bikinis) reflect her powerful personality and inexhaustible energy. We discussed with her shortly after she announced that she tested positive for COVID-19. Pilar talks about fashion, design and family, three of her great passions, although she undoubtedly recognizes that her four children are the best project in her life: Sergio, Marco, Alejandro and Máximo Adriano.

This is the second collection you have created for Selmark. What will we find in it? It's a good news. After the success of the first collection, they wanted to make another one and I think we make a great team and we understand each other very well. We have the same idea of what a swimsuit is, what message we want to convey to women ... and I think it's a concept so different from anything we're used to. This first collection was so different from the others because we wanted women to feel that swimwear is their ally. When they offered it to me, they told me they wanted me to design the swimsuits, and I said, "Wow, swimsuits, the hardest thing there is."

How to find the perfect swimsuit? I'm a perfectionist and can spend days looking for a swimsuit that I feel good and comfortable with until I find one that I like. I think it happens to other women too. When you wear one you have to be very sure that it fits you because it shows a part of you that you don't show for the rest of the year. That's why the statement we use is perfect: "it suits you, you feel better". This is the message we want to send you because if this costume suits you, you'll be safer, more comfortable, you'll feel more beautiful, and it all adds up.

What's the key to this second collection? How was the creative process before launching it on the market? The important thing or the key to these two collections is that the shapes are perfect, that they fit all women and emphasize the beauty of women. We've spent a lot of time on it, calling it interior engineering because we've created designs that favor all curves, tweak beautiful parts and hide the ones we don't like so much. We have been working on the second collection since January 2020. I was not able to go to Vigo, which is where Selmark is located, but through a video call we understood each other, we saw fabrics, colors and found five models that are perfect without any doubt.

What inspired you this season? I have been inspired by powerful women, who for me convey that magic that we all have and that empowerment that seems to be very fashionable today but that I think we must always carry as a flag. May these designs make us feel like this: beautiful and powerful in equal measure.

The campaign also includes some spectacular photos, one of which is very wild, where you pose with a snake! Not only men will be in the jungle! (laugh) Women can also have a wild and glamorous point. That model, "Mamba", is beautiful, it goes back around the neck with a bow and makes it a perfect body to wear on a summer night, for example. You can be in the jungle, on the beach, in nature or in the city center, it's important to feel good.

You're not only the face of this collection, you were fully involved in the entire creative and production process ... Sure. I am not just an image, I actively participated in the entire design process. Whenever my image is behind something, it's important to me to take care of it. Each such product has to be something that I have tested and I'm sure it suits me. It's like another baby for me (laughs). I created it myself and that's why I took care of the smallest detail. There is also a very strong field work. I asked all my friends! I asked them what they like, what they want to hide, what they like to enhance with a bikini ...

These five models can also be used for going out to the city and not just for the beach or swimming pool, right? I also wanted them to be super useful, so that I could also go out into the street in them. We've already done it with another collection. I wanted the clothes to be so beautiful that you want to wear them all the time. In fact, many of the models in the first collection were sold out within the first hours of leaving. Now with this second collection I wanted to give it a further point of sophistication. Each model I have imagined in a different place. They are so versatile that they are not only for bathing, but can be worn for a drink at the beach bar or beach club for an afternoon in Madrid ... logically accompanied by a skirt, a pair of pants, a jacket ... But let the one who is brave and wants to take it out as is, I applaud her! (laughs)

What would be the best way to combine them? If I was in Madrid I would take a red swimsuit, model Diamond, and wear it with a jacket and shorts. I would like a total look in red. You can wear a bikini top with a floaty skirt to go to the beach club. To go by boat, you can combine it with a caftan. And I love the Dream model that is a bit psychedelic and Hindu, and that one with some hanging colored glasses, it would look great.

Where does this passion for design and sewing come from? My mother is a seamstress and all my life I was surrounded by fabrics and sewing machines, watching my mother arranging First Communion dresses, suits, and sewing skirts and dresses for me. And little by little I was tinkering, I took the old sewing machines that were at home, I asked her for patterns and I was making my skirts, my dresses. I've always liked it. It's a way to escape the world, it gives me peace. It's like therapy. It's my favorite hobby, although now I don't have as much time as before being a mom. But before, when I had a free time, I usually spent it sewing. At home I have an old sewing machine, which is more than a hundred years old, the kind you have to hit with the foot, which was my grandmother's. Before, I used it often. Now I have a more modern model but I keep the old one as a relic and it's also an excellent piece of furniture because when it's closed it's like a small table.

Are you still sewing clothes for yourself, or are you at least customizing some of the ones you already have? Yes! I customize everything! I still take scissors, bleach ... everything I find out there and I give it a lot of use. You can't even imagine! Suddenly, there are a thousand ideas in my head! But my main source of inspiration is the heavy metal bands of the 80s so every time I see articles from that era or read books from that hard rock scene, I try to make dresses or suits that are inspired by those artists, which are my idols.

Would you like to restart your own brand like you did years ago with rock shirts? Being who I am, who is involved to the fullest, now it is impossible, but you never know. At the moment my most important project is my children and from there I try to manage everything else.

Do you see a talent for creativity in your children? The truth is, they all love to paint. Soon I won't have walls to hang my children's paintings! They bring them to me every day and they are super cute with phrases like "I love you mommy" so I can't throw out any (laughs). But the one I see most interested of all, the most meticulous and detailed, is Alejandro, my third son. Every time I'm sewing or drawing something, he comes up right away and asks: “Mom, what are you doing? And because? And how do you do that? You teach me?"He already wants to take a needle, but for now I won't let him (laughs). I can see that he is very interested in anything creative.

Designer, TV presenter, you exercise every day, four little children ... Please tell me, how do you do it?! (Laughs) Like many others, I guess. Since you have to do this, try your best to align the pieces of the puzzle. But it's important not to neglect yourself as a woman, to have good mental and physical health that makes you send good energy to your loved ones. That's why I have to feel good to make others feel good.

Your husband, Sergio Ramos, is one of the most fashionable celebrities, would you dare to design something for him? I think it would be entering the men's field and I haven't done it yet (laughs), so far I'm only inspired by things that are for women.

How did you spend the last year of the pandemic? If we had to take stock and be able to get something positive out of this catastrophe, it would definitely be the fact that we could be together. We make a good team, distribute responsibilities, we also have very good children.

In June, you and Sergio will celebrate your second wedding anniversary. How do you remember that amazing day? Will you do something to celebrate the second anniversary? We don't plan anything at the moment, we live day after day. Everything I remember from that day is beautiful. From time to time flashes of that night come to me and I think it was all so special that unfortunately I couldn't stop for a moment. Everything was special.

[ziracona]

hoh I'm really sorry friend but you got Talbot's backstory kinda muddled. Some things you stated that he did, he didn't actually do for the reasons you stated. He didn't experiment on killers just for fun -- he ran from them. they hunted him. he experimented on them to find a dosage right for himself. he also didn't experiment on an animal for fun. it was dead. Vigo apparently talked about escaping and it had to do with serum. Its why he injected himself after tests. He wanted a way out.

I’m going to answer this in two parts since it’s stated in two. First, friend, I am going to have to operate on the assumption that you have very very strong feelings about Talbot and assume everything said against him is pretty much the same after a glance or something like it, because I never once said he experiments on the killers for fun. I said the Entity I think lets Talbot experiment on other killers now that he is one too as “punishment for them and fun research times for Talbot,” not that Talbot experiments on them for fun. I think he does enjoy doing his scientific research, but that aside, the above is just a description of the Entity’s reasoning in letting him do that/its POV.  I certainly never said he does it ‘just for fun’. In fact, I explicitly stated his motivation for becoming a killer was to attempt to protect himself. I have to assume you didn’t really read my post at all, or perhaps got it confused with another. I know my shit. I read up. Though it is true I say ‘animals’ when, while he canonically experiments on both rats and crows, only the one rat happened for sure before he moved on to the Trapper. Although, that’s kind of worse... Again though, I never once said he did any of this for fun. I know he injected people to see what the serum would do, in a very reckless and poorly thought attempt to escape the realm. I explicitly mention this. Perhaps you are confused because I describe him as torturing people, and he’s not just doing pain for fun--this is because torture is not limited to only pain inflicted on someone out of cruelty or a desire to manipulate them. The dictionary definition of the verb, to torture, is “To cause intense suffering. To torment”. And he absolutely tortures killers, survivors, and reanimated realm animals alike as a means to his own ends. Also, the Entity has not erased all his memories--I know the archives has some memory deterioration lore added, but much of what he did to others happened well before any of that began, and explicitly some of his own addons mention things he explicitly remembers. The Entity did of course leave him to suffer in the void, with is a form of torture, and used the medical affects of blight itself to help manipulate him. Unfortunately, being hurt yourself doesn’t excuse you from the responsibility of what horrors you inflict on other people.

For part two, I am sure my answer is coming off as a bit abrasive. I appreciate the apology, but yes, it is rather rude. Even without the lack of attention to detail. Let me try to say this more fairly though, because I don’t know you at all, and in all likelihood, you’re a very nice and decent person who doesn’t mean anything by this, and simply has deep feelings about this character. Also, this isn’t all directed just at you, but to some degree at everybody who has sent me one of these in the past, or will in the future, which I am very tired of. I am going to quit answering most of them from here on.

First of all, I understand feeling deeply about a character or topic. I understand being frustrated or even hurt when you see opinions that distress you, or seem unjust compared to what you believe. That’s natural, and even sweet. And I am all for talking about how you feel and think and why, and leaving that in the tags so other people might hear what you have to say. Even for messaging people to see if they want to have a discussion with you. It’s endearing when people love things and want to fight for them. I only describe Talbot as more interesting than many of the others, because I was not asked specifically about my sympathy level, and it doesn’t factor high in importance to me where he is concerned, but you’re not wrong that Talbot is more sympathetic--or, at least, depending on interpretation, much more capable of being written sympathetic while adhering to canon--than many of the other killers. That said, he’s also--completely in line with canon--interpretable as pretty monstrous. I don’t think I necessarily paint him heavily either direction. Simply I personally feel fairly little sympathy for someone who commits the kinds of dehumanizing acts of scientific research torture on war prisoners without a second thought, ignores the consequences of his actions, and so quickly casts his humanity aside when in tribulation. He devolves from someone who could have changed and been good, to a man who is a horrific monster and cares only for him self, with no lines he will not cross (his own words, and pre-killer even). And to some people, that is tragic. To me, I feel little kinship for the man he was before, and am simply disappointed in him for failing so easily and completely. I can see why someone might interpret his character quite differently, but my take is just as valid in line with canon, and it’s mine. 

I don’t mind people telling me their thoughts, and I don’t mind reading takes in the tags. And again, I very much understand the desire to stand up for something you care about if you feel it is wronged. But that’s not really what you’ve done here, messaging me on anonymous. To the best of my knowledge, I have never even interacted with you before. You didn’t open a discussion with me; you talked down to me, and you decided to argue with me about a topic I did not invite anyone into debate with myself. I am not an opinion blog, or a discussion blog. I am a personal blog. But still, you were discontent to not go into my space and try to scold me about my own opinions as a stranger. And you did all of it on anonymous, where there is no tag attaching anything you said even to your online persona, and no way for me to even be assured of you seeing an answer, or entering any dialogue with me. Which means that the goal, subconsciously probably since I know nothing at all about you and have no reason at all to think you’re anything but a decent person who is a bit carried away today with love for Talbot Grimes, but still the goal, was never to have a dialogue with me in the hopes maybe I would see and like your reasoning and we could talk about something we both have an interest in. It was that you felt so entitled to dictate someone you don’t know’s opinion about something they disagree with you on, that you felt compelled to leave a missive instructing me to correct my wrongs in my inbox. 

Which, well, is rude.

This is probably a bit more, uh, ‘icy’? Than is totally necessary. I really am not angry at all; I understand you probably had no real ill will towards me doing this. I just have this happen a lot, and I am tired of it, so I want an easy frame of reference to link back to for why I find this behavior rude and cowardly and an unasked for nuisance--badly intentioned consciously or not. I truly am sorry if this makes you feel bad or distressed to read, especially if you’re a younger fan. I truly am not mad at you--and I do not at all think or mean to imply you are a bad person. Everybody is occasionally thoughtless. It’s not remotely representative of character. But please don’t keep doing this to people who aren’t interested in a debate. And if you believe in something enough you want to take the discussion to someone else, sign your name to it. If you feel enough conviction to make something someone else’s problem, make it your problem for real too. I’m truly not mad though, and wish you the best.

(and my ‘if you are annoyed by this or any of my other personal opinions and desperately want me to read your thoughts on anon about that’ requirements below the cut)

It’s literally not worth my time to read anon hate or people upset I don’t like a serial killer, so if you for some wild incomprehensible reason really feel a need to see me read that and answer to you instead of just delete and/or block without a look, then either leave my $5 on my Kofi, or get used to knowing I didn’t even read it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have to actually get paid to not file that shit under ‘I’m not paid enough to deal with this’. 

[riviae]

so anyway... did anyone ask for a regis-centric character study set during his time in beauclair in ‘lady of the lake’ ft. angouleme? no? well i wrote it anyway lol:

Beauclair was a fairytale place—that much Regis was certain of. However, even fairytales bore monsters, gave blood and bone to things that were better off not existing at all. And, more often than not, fairytales gave birth to monsters in the shape of men. 

The land was an illusion of peace, a mirage of vineyards and bustling cities that fed the monsters that thrived there. Where there was peace, there would also be strife. Where there was laughter, there were also tears. Where there were innocents, so also were there those who sought to spill blood. Regis had not spilled blood in a long time, but some of his more... tumultuous memories resurfaced during the full moon, the urge to fly high above the castle battlements and walls giving way to more long-repressed desires. 

He wanted to fly. He also desired a drink—though this wasn’t confined to full moons. He settled on walking and humming the melody of some tawdry ballad that Dandelion had composed when they reached the Sansretour Valley. Regis could have misted through the cobblestone streets as a barely perceptible fog—in fact, it was how he had favored to travel before his encounter with Geralt and his rag-tag hansa—but his time spent traipsing the narrow pathways of Beauclair with his companions had made him oddly nostalgic. Walking at a human’s pace allowed him the chance to reminisce, to commit the sprawling array of shops and houses to memory. 

To his right, he saw a row of apartments painted a soft peach, dark green ivy climbing over an overhanging trellis and up the façade of the building. In the mornings, there was often an elderly woman that sat on one of the stoops with her cat. She had a faint Nilfgaardian accent and spoke animatedly with Cahir, who, to Regis’ surprise, smiled and laughed brightly. Regis could count on one hand the number of times Cahir had laughed in his company, which was only once more than Geralt. 

Without the winged helmet and cape, Cahir looked almost boyish, his tan, freckled skin and dark hair giving the impression of someone who worked hot summer days on his parent’s farm. In truth, with just his sword at his side, Cahir did not look like a soldier or even a knight. It was only in his most basic mannerisms such as the way he postured himself as he walked, the subtle way he mapped a room with his gaze, his back always pressed to a wall, that betrayed his years of service as a soldier. War had not yet taken the kindness from his eyes or the gentleness by which he spoke to Milva, Angouleme, Regis, Dandelion, and, at times, Geralt. So, along with his politeness, it was only natural that he would be popular with the older generations. 

Regis stopped in front of the elderly woman’s door, his eyes shining silver in the flickering lamplight. In the dark, he could see that she did not choose to close her window, the drapes within the first-floor bedroom moving almost imperceptibly due to the mild draft.

In a fairytale, a monster would materialize from the shadows to crawl through the window. It would approach the woman’s bed, its rows of teeth poised over her, only to have its head lobbed off by some kindly knight. 

The vampire approached the window. He could hear her snoring loudly, heard her shaky intake of breath and then a brief stutter. It was a moment where she had stopped breathing, but Regis was not worried. Most sleep apneas were generally harmless and he did not hear any other telltale signs of more serious ailments such as excess fluid in her lungs. In fact, her lungs and even her heart seemed strong. It was likely nothing more than apnea brought on by the muscles of her throat relaxing, something that could be treated by learning to sleep on her side or abdomen. 

Quietly, and without difficulty, he misted into the room. He locked the window and closed the drapes before disappearing again, this time the dark fog of his incorporeal form crawling underneath the space between the stoop and the door. When he reappeared, he was human-shaped and he suddenly felt the lateness of the night tugging at his eyelids. Sleep was not always necessary for his kind, but it was a luxury he had been spoiled with ever since coming to reside in Beauclair castle. 

It had become a habit thanks to Angouleme’s insistence on sleep being a ‘good fucking elixir to any ailment’—her diction taken, more or less, from Regis, but sprinkled with her choice of vulgarities. It was quite endearing. And it also explained why he spent some afternoons in the shared common area within their wing of the castle, tome in hand, dozing now and again on a wide chaise lounge while the flaxen-haired girl snored in his ear. Sometimes even Milva would join them, though she took to the adjacent sofa and either played cards with Cahir or sharpened her arrowheads. Geralt, on the exceedingly rare days where he wasn’t tangled up with Fringilla Vigo or taking on a contract, sat in the armchair and scribbled in his own personal bestiary, gazing now and again discreetly at his dozing company with an expression that could almost be described as tender. 

Perhaps he truly was getting old even for vampire standards, he thought, returning to the present. Giving a very human yawn that he covered reflexively with his palm, Regis turned away from the apartment and immediately met the gaze of two teenagers. One of which who had brandished a small, curved hunting knife. 

If they had seen Regis reappear from a spindle of smoke, neither teen acted as if it mattered. As if all he had done was but an elaborate parlor trick, as evident by the way that more muscular teenager pressed the blade silently and fervently to his neck. The vampire allowed himself to be pushed into the nearby alley and against a brick wall as the blade pressed deeper into his skin. 

A few beads of red dripped down the knife, splattering onto the ground in a star-like shape. The pain barely registered to the vampire, though his nostrils flared at the scent of sweat and alcohol. The teenager with the knife to his throat was sober, though possibly high on fisstech if his dilated pupils were any indication, but the other boy, lean and dressed in black with a sabre at his side, had definitely been drinking. He smelled of cheap beer and blood—many people’s blood. 

“Looks like you’ve caught us a meddler, Boris,” said the boy with the sabre. He pulled a metal flask from his belt and took a swig, wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Listen here, grandpa, we’ve been casing this place for weeks. So instead of worrying about some elderly wench, you should focus on yourself.”

Boris flashed a grin that sent a sinking feeling to the pit of Regis’ stomach. It was a wholly familiar grin. One that he had given long ago, so long ago that it felt like he had dreamed it. “This guy looks like a fucking tax collector, doesn’t he? Hey, gramps, you’ve got any coin on you? You must, it’s Beauclair, after all.” 

“I’d bet he has more coin than common sense. Only a senile old coot would walk around alone at night, ” the other boy added, snickering. “It’d be almost a mercy to kill him.”

It was, disturbingly, like looking into a mirror of his youth. The jeering, the recklessness, the utter lack of respect or dignity for life—they were young, stupid, and thought the world owed them something. Something that they had no qualms taking violently. 

This is what I was like before, he thought to himself. I only cared about myself. I lived to drink—and died for it, too. How pitiful.  

His inner thoughts were interrupted by a swift strike to his cheek. Boris had dropped the knife in favor of using his fists, one hand curled around the vampire’s throat while the other prepared to punch him squarely in the jaw. Regis fought the urge to snarl, settling on a frustrated huff. If they realized he was not human, he would likely have to kill them. He did not want to—bloodshed no longer suited him. At least that was what he kept telling himself whenever the option for violence arose. 

Regis did not fear many things. He did not fear fighting or war or even death, really. But he also knew that there were many fates worse than death. He feared returning to the habits and mindset of his youth, of losing the respect he had for others that had taken centuries to come to fruition. Regis was not naturally kind; kindness did not come easy to him. But he was naturally good at learning through observation and, like any skill, kindness could be cultivated—even in the worst of people if given the time to change. Or so he believed.

“Listen to us when we’re talking to you, old man,” Boris hissed none too kindly, this time reaching to tug at Regis’ greying hair. “Vinny, let’s just kill the guy already and go rob that wench.” 

“No,” Vinny replied, his tone almost playful. “I’m just starting to have some fun.” 

The words echoed loudly in the vampire’s ear, alchemizing into a voice that he recognized as his own. 

“I’m just starting to have some fun,” Regis remembered himself saying as he rose from the barstool, lips pulled into a sneer. In a blink of an eye he had crossed the entire distance of the tavern to seize a drunken man by the scruff of his neck. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for tears, my good fellow,” he said calmly, pulling the man closer. “We’re just having a party and need your… contribution.” Fangs met flesh then, the man’s outcry cut short as Regis dug his teeth cruelly into his neck. The vampire rolled the body away from himself when he was done, barely sparing it a second glance. He was already thinking of where he could get his next drink now that the last human patron of the tavern was dead, adding to his morbid pile of bodies. 

Back in the present, the lean, dark-haired teenager had traded places with Boris, choosing instead to point his sabre directly at the vampire’s Adam’s apple. 

Again… must I always have swords pointed at my throat? 

Vinny blinked, dark eyes widening in surprise. “Huh, well I’ll be damned. The old man’s got a sense of humor.” 

Regis, who had not realized he had spoken his previous thought aloud, hid his own shock with a hum of agreement. “Amongst other things,” he said, voice calm and polite. “Anyway, I’d be more than willing to part with some of my coin if you would be so kind as to lower your weapon. I am not in any mood to fight.” 

“But what if I’m looking for a fight?” Vinny goaded. 

Regis sighed. Perhaps he couldn’t talk his way out of a confrontation. He was tempted to use hypnotism, to simply have the pair fall into a drunken slumber beside the nearest gutter, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t prey on some other innocent citizen the moment they awoke. “I’m sorry,” Regis began, tone and expression severe, “But a fight with me is equivalent to courting death.” 

“This old fuck must be on something…” Boris muttered, a full-body shudder wracking his muscular frame at Regis’ tone. “Let’s go, Vin. Something doesn’t feel right about all this.” 

Before Vinny could respond he was cutoff by a distinctly raucous laugh from the mouth of the alleyway. “Hey, uncle!” a familiar voice chirped. “Need a hand?” 

“Angouleme?” Regis breathed, watching as the teen approached, both hands shoved casually in her pockets. 

As she approached, her grin grew even wider. It was an expression that very much reminded Regis of a feline who had gotten its claws hooked into a canary. “Oho, now look at what the cat dragged in! Vinny and Boris, it’s been awhile, you whoresons.” 

“Angouleme,” Boris greeted, giving a nervous look to Vinny. “What are you doing all the way in Beauclair? Thought the Nightingales didn’t travel this far south.” 

“They don’t—I’m not a part of their shit gang anymore. They’re also all very, very dead.” At this, Angouleme flashed another wide grin, giving the two boys a wink. “So maybe don’t bother my Uncle Regis anymore if you don’t wanna end up in the ground.” 

“Fuck this,” Vinny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lowered the sabre from Regis’ throat with a frown and stepped away. “Ang, we were just casing some house when your uncle or whatever showed up.” 

Regis took the brief interlude to fix the collar of his shirt, smoothing out the creases in the dark fabric. His gaze then returned to Angouleme who had now stepped in front of him, acting as a barrier between him and the two teenagers as much as her petite, lithe frame would allow.

“I’m sure you were,” Angouleme agreed. “But y’know what else I think, Vinny? I think you’re just out looking for someone to kill. Steal from whoever, I don’t care—but watch your blade. Too many murders in one area and people are bound to notice.” 

“Almost sounds like you’ve gone soft, Angouleme,” Boris said, tone neither accusatory nor playful—as if he was only stating a very obvious fact. 

“Almost sounds like I should’ve let Uncle Regis kill you two,” Angouleme replied icily. Her right hand twitched, ready to reach for the blade she kept hidden in her boot—a gift courteous of Milva after she had lost her own. “No one’s going soft, especially not me. Go find some drunk in a ditch to rob if you must and then get the fuck out of Beauclair.” 

“And what if we don’t want to leave?” Vinny asked with obvious bloodlust. “What’ll you do then, Ang? Because I don’t believe for a second that your geriatric, grey-haired babysitter could even throw a punch before I have him gored on my sword.” 

Angouleme cackled, a feral glint in her eyes. “Since uncle doesn’t like resorting to violence very much and I’m feeling particularly nice tonight, I’d be sure to kill ya both myself. And since we used to run in the same circles, I’d make it a quick death too. You’d both be bleeding out before you even had a chance to piss yourselves in fear. Call it a friendly discount—two quick, painless deaths. Hell, I’ll even bury your bodies so the birds don’t dine on your insides.” 

“Now there’s the girl I remember,” Vinny said, whistling appreciatively. “You always had a way with words. You were all bark and bite. But now I wonder if you’ve been muzzled; why else would you be traveling around with a man who looks like a bank teller?” 

“If I may interject?” Regis asked, raising a hand politely. Angouleme whipped her head back to shoot the vampire a confused look. 

Regis cleared his throat. ���I think there’s another way we can settle this. Without bloodshed.” Not waiting for a reply, Regis turned his gaze to Vinny and Boris, sighing. He addressed the dark-haired man first. “Vinny, was it? You like killing, don’t you?” 

Vinny nodded, tone expressionless. “It’s fun. I like hearing ‘em scream. Why do all these people get to live cushy, painless lives here in the city? What’d they do to deserve a good life? Nothing. I’m just here to settle the score. Be the monster all these rich folk told me I’d be growing up. It’s a bonus that I enjoy it.” 

Boris gawked at the other teen. “What the fuck? Why’re you admitting all that? Have you gone fucking mad?” 

Regis continued, ignoring Boris’ outcry. “So you feel that you have some right to kill? Because you were wronged in life?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m good at stealing and killing. It came with practice. Do anything long enough and you learn to develop a taste for it.”

“I see…” Regis trailed, now turning his attention to the other teen. “Boris. Why do you follow Vinny? I can tell that you have less of a stomach for murder than him. Though it seems as if you are fine with violence… within reason. ” 

“He’s a right bastard but he’s also my only friend. I can’t abandon him no matter how much I want to sometimes. He likes getting into trouble—starting brawls, drinking till he pukes, murdering when he doesn’t have to, racking up as many bounties on his head as he can without it being chopped off—and it’s up to me to keep him from going too far. From getting himself killed.” 

Regis smiled sadly. “You think you’re helping him. But in actuality, you are enabling him. I don’t blame you, however; it’s often difficult to tell the difference.” 

“So what’re you gonna do with ‘em, uncle?” Angouleme piped up, eyes wide with admiration for the vampire. “Wish you could teach me how to hypnotize people… seems like it’d come in handy,” she added, kicking at a loose stone. 

“Hmm… well, I’ll actually leave that to you, Angouleme. You know them better than I do. Do you have a solution? We can’t just leave them to their own devices.” 

At this, Angouleme paused, brows furrowing. She deliberated for a few moments, tilting her head from side to side until she snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it! Keep ‘em still for a second, uncle.” 

Regis nodded, focusing on keeping the two teens in place. 

Swiftly, and without any preamble, Angouleme landed a solid kick to Vinny’s right arm, relishing in the loud crack that followed. The teen howled then, the pain freeing him from Regis’ influence. 

“Fuck!” He cursed, falling to his knees to curl up into a ball. His outcry was jarring enough to snap Boris from his own trance, panic flooding the teen’s face at the sight of his friend curled on the ground. 

“Hey, Boris,” Angouleme drawled casually, smile curling even wider at the way the larger teen steps back instinctively in fear.“ Do me a favor, will ya? Take Vinny and get out of here. Help him heal and teach him how to control his anger. Not everyone in the world is out to get ya; you don’t need to take a swing at every person you come across. So if I hear about you two causing any sort of ruckus I’ll make sure to break more than an arm. Got it?” 

With a shaky nod, Boris helped Vinny back to his feet. In mere moments the pair had disappeared, skittering out of the back alley as fast as they could. 

“Thank you, Angouleme,” Regis said, smiling in his own gentle way, the tips of his fangs peaking out from beneath his lips. “You were able to defuse the situation rather brilliantly—with no bloodshed. Impressive.” 

At the genuine praise, the flaxen-haired teen looked away, embarrassed. She didn’t want Regis to see how her cheeks had reddened at his words. Praise was rare; before joining Geralt’s hansa, she had only been praised for her prowess at killing and stealing. This was different. She wasn’t doing something because she wanted the praise or attention or the safety that came with being stronger and more dangerous than her peers—she was simply doing what she thought was right. 

As they walked back to the castle, Angouleme gave a contented sigh, tilting her head up towards the full moon. 

“It’s a nice night, isn’t it?”

“It is, my dear Angouleme. It certainly is.” 

Angouleme smiled, gaze softening. “Think we’ll get more nights like this?” 

“I hope so,” Regis replied, voice thick with something akin to melancholy. 

At that, Angouleme snickered, nudging the vampire’s shoulder playfully. “Heh, you sounded so sentimental there. Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss going on long walks with a brat like me. ” 

“…I’m going to miss a lot of things about Beauclair. Mostly, though, I think I’m going to miss all these fragile moments of peace.  I know even good times must end—we still have a quest to complete, after all. Geralt’s ward is still in danger. But being here was nice. And I especially enjoyed our walks, Angouleme.” 

Together, they walked the winding road back to the castle. Home, Angouleme thought a moment later. They were going home. It was the first time that she had ever thought of a place as home. There had been houses, small huts and backwater inns that she had lived in, sure—but home implied belonging. She had a place where she belonged with the friends she now saw as family. 

And if Regis noticed the few stray, happy tears that brimmed in her eyes, he politely didn’t mention it.

He too was busy reminiscing--his life had changed the moment he decided to follow Geralt, to join his company and work to save his ward. Even if it amounts to nothing but ash, Regis thought, I won’t regret my choice. Here, with everyone, is where I know I belong. I don’t know if this story will end like a fairytale or a nightmare, but at least I won’t be alone. Not anymore. 

[wincnas]

GM!!! I know I keep making impulsive character decisions but trust me u guys.... this one is here to stay. I’ve been playin frankie for so (so) long now she’s one of my favortie characters.... her pinterest is here!!! anyways shes a mess and will sleep with whoever so jot that down.

(CINDY KIMBERLY, CISFEMALE) - Have you seen FRANCINE VIGO? FRANKIE is in HER JUNIOR year. The THEATRE MAJOR is 21 years old & is a LEO. People say SHE is GREGARIOUS, CHARMING IMPETUOUS and CHILDISH. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE'S BEEN DOING CAM WORK TO HELP PAY FOR COLLEGE. (Olive. immortal. est. she/her.)

francine “frankie” prudence vigo. what a name. her parents were both hippies who raised her in brooklyn and “worked” as starving artists. well, not starving but close to it. they were very much flower children who had an open relationship so frankie had some questions early on about the strange men and women who were kissing her parents lol

her childhood was generally very happy for the first few years? picture a tiny frankie learning how to paint while eating organic granola and listening to her mom’s fleetwood mac records

was homeschooled for a while until her mom died suddenly in a car accident while her parents were driving upstate for vacation

her dad survived but he was never the same afterwards. he cut off all his hair and got a job waiting tabes at some fancy restaurant. he kind of did a complete 180 and just became a shell of a person who drank, went to work, watched tv and slept.

basically her dad’s way of dealing with the loss was to just… pretend frankie didn’t exists and ignore her presence. he only spoke to her when it was necessary

as she got to be a teen she tried basically anything to get his attention. getting drunk in the middle of a school day, smoking weed in her room with music blasting, bringing home strings of guys and girls to have loud sex with. none of it got him to look at her

when she was about sixteen she fell “in love” with her english teacher who had a wife and a kid. him being a massive creep, he started sleeping with frankie and telling her he loved her. he’d whisper lines from the great gatsby in her ear while he promised to never leave her

BIG SURPRISE! he did and frankie never told anyone about what happened between and still hasn’t to this day. it really fucked her up and has given her a lot of trauma and abandonment issues

she’s not really good at relationships if you can’t tell? she’s either a bit full on or just doesn’t care about you at all. there’s no in between, and if she likes you she would do anything for you

which definitely gets her into trouble as she can get manipulated easily

her dad didn’t want to pay for her to go to larnswick, but that english teacher? offered to pay for her college if she would never go to the police or his wife about what happened

so here she is. she loves to party and is studying drama, which is perfect for her personality

she loves paris hilton and early 2000′s fashion and idolizes cher. she has a gecko in her room named after that woman

is a Dumb Bitch so jot that down

The life of the party?? she always walks in at least three drinks in, cowboy boots on and ready for anything

her music taste is largely influence by her mom. she listens to a lot of  80′s indie rock, like belle and sebastian, simon and garfunkel, joy division, violent femmes, talking heads. she also really loves terrible pop music and will pop her pussy to britney any day

she’s kind of the caricature of spunk and energy with a smile and lots of puns that she hides her grief behind

is just always the person at the party making sure everyone’s having a good time

loves drinking especially drinking anything that tastes sweet and sugary

also loves sleeping around. she just left larnswick for a while to go on vacation with this married guy she’s been obsessed with for a year or so. she’s in love with him and is convinced he’s about to leave his wife

Umm has some risky behaviors when it comes to sex?? Like she’s absolutely been in an orgy before. Her method of self-destruction is to sleep with people no matter the consequences to her body or her mental state

OKAY so wanted plots time: i need a toxic relationship with someone who doesn’t actually care about her, an unrequited crush, flings, awkward hookups that on’t look at each other anymore, exes that ended on good terms and are super close now, childhood friends, family friends, and some wild, reckless friends that all party together skins style. hit me up.

[edward-richtofen-queen]

Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter Two★

Masterlist

Chapter One | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)

Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader

Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?

Warning(s) for this Chapter: Sympathy for Killers

Chapter Song Inspiration: Phantom of the Opera—Prague Cello Quartet

Notes: Welcome back! This chapter was highly requested after the first one! It was extremely fun to write and took a long while to create. There will be some implied ships—mostly killers/killers and survivors/survivors (and maybe some killer/survivor)—so if you don't like them being together, please ignore them (It's not really important to the story, but I like the interactions they will make in the future). Also important—the killers and survivors won't be able to use each other's perks, they're stuck with their own and the "free" ones. Maybe in the future I'll let them use each other's? Anyway, thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! Journal Entries from the DBD Wiki!

Dedications: @daylightbydead, @insearchofnewdreams, @irageneve and @ameliafireheart!

Taglist: N/A

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Killer Campfire—The Fog

"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?" The smooth and deep voice from the large man in front of you made you shiver—you were in some trouble, weren't you? Your mouth had sealed itself shut, not saying a word as you cowered under his unnerving gaze. The other killers, made up of creatures and humans alike, seemed just as silent as a thick blanket of tension was placed over the camp. Behind you, The Wraith placed his hands comfortingly on your shoulders, his mere familiar presence a warming comfort.

"Since no one seems to want to speak—or some of you who refuse or are unable to—I will introduce myself and yourselves. It seems you've already met Phillip, The Wraith," He gestures an open hand to the man behind you as he makes a soft purr noise from his throat. "I am Evan Macmillan, known as The Trapper in trials. The large woman at the start of the row is Anna—The Huntress." The woman known as Anna wears a beautifully crafted bunny mask aged and weathered, a large axe resting in her hands as hatchets dangled at her waist. She only nods her head, a tune vibrating inside her throat as she hummed.

Several minutes later, you had introduced to everyone as you stayed silent and acknowledged them as they did you. Only a couple seemed to really speak—like Herman Carter; The Doctor along with Freddy Krueger; The Nightmare. Oddly enough, for killers meeting you for the first time they didn't seem as unwelcoming as the survivors were. Everyone seemed to make conversation as normal as Phillip picked you up and sat down, having you extremely close to make sure no rouge killer would try to kill you. Sally, the woman dressed in all white from head to toe, floated over to the log you were seated on. "Phillip's taken quite the interest in you, hasn't he?" She speaks softly and sweetly to you as you feel Phillip stir behind you.

"He's very sweet," You finally speak, his lips pressed to your forehead again. "Well, I'm here to fill you in for what Evan missed out on," Sally speaks, fixing her gown as she sits properly on the log. "You will encounter us each at least once this week. Depending on who you go against, they'll try and go easy on you so you can learn what they do. Once you fully develop your potential and perks, we'll treat you like any other survivor in trials but treat you normally outside of them," Sally's sweet voice explains in an almost professional voice as you nod.

"The Entity has taken an interest in you as well, she's letting you see us out of trials—Anyway, she dropped off a gift for you," Sally hums, a frail journal in her hands as she hands it over. It looks extremely old, dust painting the top and the pages ripped and yellowed brown. Opening the journal, you skimmed through the pages to see beautifully written cursive aged into its pages. Some of the pages didn't have dates on them, but one section of the journal was stuffed to the brim with paper on top of its entry. "Do you happen to know what day it is, Miss Smithson?" You ask politely as she nods. "It's October 12th, I believe—may I ask why you ask?"

You nod as your fingers brush over the words October 19th on the top of the page. "Just seeing if these dates line up." She leans over to look at the page and is confused under her pillow case. The date she can read, but the actual entry itself was definitely not in any type of language she'd ever read but she internally shrugs. You yelp as Phillip picks you up suddenly, carrying you like a bride as Sally gave a soft giggle. "It seems like it's time for you to go back to your camp. Trials start up too soon it seems. Please come back to visit sometime, will you?"

Carrying you back into the woods, the welcoming chill of the thick fog made the atmosphere oddly comforting. The loud chatter of survivors in the distance made Phillip stop and set you down, his hands grazing your own as he leaves a goodbye kiss to your knuckles. You blush as you lean to kiss his cheek in the same manner with a large, goofy smile on your face. He turns and wails his bell as he disappears into the darkness, you finding Claudette among the crowd to sit next to.

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"I think Phillip's got himself a new obsession."

"It seems more like an infatuation than an obsession—he isn't a obsessive killer, you know."

"You know what I mean, Herman."

"Don't sass me, Evan."

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The cool wisps of fog slid from your form as you arrive in your second trial that day, this place flourishing in dead corn stalks and another large decrepit home. A shack sat eerily in the corner of the the realm as very large unmoving tractors sitting parallel across from each other. The sound of a whirring chainsaw made you click to the only two people who wielded them back at the campfire—The Hillbilly or The Cannibal. Moving amongst the thick stalks, the sound of a chainsaw made you jump to the side as The Hillbilly ran (more like flew) past you. He had no heartbeat for some reason as a generator finished in the direction he was running to. Maybe that was one of his perks Sally was speaking of?

You crept to an opening in the field to find Claudette working on a generator as you whispered to her to let your presence be known. Leaning to work on the generator with her, another male (Dwight as you remembered) came to work with you as well. He seemed nervous and paranoid twenty-four seven, but one of his perks seemed to help the generator proceed a little faster than before. He tries conversation, which you oblige to as you try to get to know him. The sound of a distant chainsaw made you shiver, a bad feeling boiling in your gut. "We've got to move—!" You yelp as you push Dwight from the Generator as The Hillbilly practically barrels to hit the large piece of machinery.

Scurrying away, your feet hit the ground hard as you ran. Turning around, the speeding figure hit your back as pain spread throughout your back while you let out a pain as you tumbled to the ground. The Hillbilly gave a pained whine as he lowered his chainsaw, patting your head in apology. Leaving you on the floor, he shook his head in apology once more as he revved his chainsaw and ran away from you. Claudette was by your side a minute later, a med kit snug in her grasp. Popping open the red container, she started by rubbing a disinfectant over your wounds. "I didn't know he'd come after you," She spoke softly, wrapping your wounds tightly as you hiss in pain.

"I have—Ow! To get used to this pain if I plan—Oww! On surviving," You speak through locked teeth. Claudette hums in response as your able to stand once again, your wounds had magically disappeared and you felt new again. "Trust me, the hooks are much worse," She warns as you follow behind her quickly. She then explains the do's and do not's of going against the killer. "You know a lot about him, Claudette—I don't know whenever to take that as a good thing or a bad thing," You coo teasingly as she blushes.

"He's just a kind person at heart, even if he looks drastically different from us—he's still a human being," Claudette speaks, her voice having an undertone of sorrow and pity. Your hand finds her shoulder as you give her a smile. "He deserves respect regardless of his appearance—very well said, Claudette," You praise, her face churning in happiness. The trial didn't last that much longer after that, Nea being Memento Mori'd because she lingered too long in the trial after the gates were open and everyone being hooked at least once.

Being enveloped in the darkness as you ran from the exit gates, you were dropped into the killer camp once again. There were less killers than before, most likely in trials as you has been moments ago. Herman Carter sat in a proper chair—which was odd considering the fact of it being a campsite. His white irises caught yours as the tight mouth guards came loose to fall to the sides of his face. Curious of the mysterious man, you crept to him as he slipped a pair of slightly cracked reading glasses to his nose.

"Little minx, it's been a short while. How was your trial? Get hooked for the first time?" His voice struck bells of whiskey and honey as he spoke, groveling at each word that slipped from his chocolate lips. You shrug at his first question and nod to his second, the journal still hooked to your hip. A smile played on his lips as he examined you and psychologically analyzed you—you were different, he figured. The Entity was picky with her choices in survivors and killers, and the fact that a survivor was so able to mingle with the killers after trials if they willed it was fascinating.

"What make you different?" He asks, his finger under your chin as you closed your eyes. You trusted him by will and heart, even though your mind was sending you different signals. To follow your heart or to follow your brain? Shaking your head to yourself, you settle on a log not too far from Bubba (his nickname) as he polishes his chainsaw. You decided to crack open the journal and begin to read, fingers following the words as you looked over them.

❝19 October - The Night

It is impossible to describe the horrifying scenes I have witnessed... death and misery, in every shape of terror, rule this place. I can no longer recall how I have come to this place. All I remember is the opaque, milky fumes of opium in the murky den hazing a sweet, welcoming abyss. I awoke to dreadful screams in this endless night, at the feet an old tree that leaked foul-smelling fluids. I know not how to reach those poor souls, nor do I want to. Keeping a record is all I can do to make sense of it.❞

Closing the journal, hands wrapped around your eyes as you stiffened. The familiar purr of Phillip eased your still frame. Sitting down next to you, you lay your head against his shoulder as you ease to sleep. When you awoke in your dream, your world was black—pitch black but enough to make sure it wasn't too dark, more like a grayish black than midnight. A voice called out to you in the darkness, it's voice layered in thick whispers.

Hello, Little Lamb

[frxnkievigo]

what’s up guys a lot of you have met frankie before so by now you know she’s about the biggst thot there is sdfgfdsdf. anyways, her pinterest is here so you can get her vibe and her intro’s under the cut!!

( cisfemale ) haven’t seen FRANKIE VIGO around in a while. the COURTNEY EATON lookalike has been known to be AFFECTIONATE & ENERGETIC, but SHE can also be FOOLISH & IMPULSIVE. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in THEATER. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( olive. 21. est. she/er. )

francine “frankie” prudence vigo. what a name. her parents were both hippies who raised her in brooklyn and “worked” as starving artists. well, not starving but close to it. they were very much flower children who had an open relationship so frankie had some questions early on about the strange men and women who were kissing her parents lol

her childhood was generally very happy for the first few years? picture a tiny frankie learning how to paint while eating organic granola and listening to her mom’s fleetwood mac records

was homeschooled for a while until her mom died suddenly in a car accident while her parents were driving upstate for vacation

her dad survived but he was never the same afterwards. he cut off all his hair and got a job waiting tabes at some fancy french restaurant. there wasn’t a lot of music playing in their house after that

basically her dad’s way of dealing with the loss was to just… pretend frankie didn’t exists and ignore her presence. he only spoke to her when it was necessary

as she got to be a teen she tried basically anything to get his attention. getting drunk in the middle of a school day, smoking weed in her room with music blasting, bringing home strings of guys and girls to have loud sex with. none of it got him to look at her

when she was about sixteen she fell “in love” with her english teacher who had a wife and a kid. him being a massive creep, he started sleeping with frankie and telling her he loved her. he’d whisper lines from the great gatsby in her ear while he promised to never leave her

BIG SURPRISE! he did and frankie never told anyone about what happened between and still hasn’t to this day. it really fucked her up and has given her a lot of trauma and abandonment issues

she’s not really good at relationships if you can’t tell? she’s either a bit full on or just doesn’t care about you at all. there’s no in between, and if she likes you she would do anything for you

which definitely gets her into trouble as she can get manipulated easily

her dad didn’t want to pay for her to go to lockwood, but that english teacher? offered to pay for her college if she would never go to the police about what happened

so here she is. she loves to party and is studying dramatic arts, which is perfect for her personality

she loves paris hilton and early 2000′s fashion and idolizes cher. she has a gecko in her room named after that woman

her music taste is largely influence by her mom. she listens to a lot of  80′s indie rock, like belle and sebastian, simon and garfunkel, joy division, violent femmes, talking heads. she also really loves terrible pop music and will pop her pussy to britney any day

she’s kind of the caricature of spunk and energy with a smile and lots of puns that she hides her grief behind

is just always the person at the party making sure everyone’s having a good time

loves drinking especially drinking anything that tastes sweet and sugary

also loves sleeping around. she just left lockwood to go on vacation with this married guy who’s been obsessed with her since he found her on instagram

she’s frankly repulsed by him but he pays for everything for her which is why she’s always throwing money around on her friends

her dad’s also been struggling with money and addiction for a long time now and he’s been homeless on and off for the past year. she sends money to him too when she can which is why she’s stayed with the older guy for so long

OKAY so wanted plots time: i need a toxic relationship with someone who doesn’t actually care about her, an unrequited crush, flings, awkward hookups that on’t look at each other anymore, exes that ended on good terms and are super close now, childhood friends, family friends, and some wild, reckless friends that all party together skins style. hit me up.

[two-black-leviathans]

“It will be determined with how much you know already and taking your age in consideration too for grade placement to be with students similar to you. But given already being smart for your age, we can see being in higher grade level, but we shall see about that.” Vigos went to get a bunch of acrylic paint tubes, then to get brushes only to get another big clue dropped but made no sense.

“Didn’t Neltharion bring you a bunch of supplies earlier? The man was here getting things for you.”

“We did not … request any supplies.. but we will ask him what is going on. He’s.. not one for painting either since he prefers his crystal sculpting more if he was trying to cover his tracks” Vigos did tell Fazli about what he found out while grabbing various brushes along with the paint palate and palate knife for mixing.

@jaeltree

“You must be quite lost coming all the way to our nation of Atlantis. You don’t look you are from anywhere near here.. We will do what we can to get you back home.

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My little en-suite renovation

https://imgur.com/a/6oKJxgR

I finally finished (except touch-up paint) my en-suite renovation. The major goals were to make the space more usable and not so terrible looking . The room is only 5' x 7' total and whoever made it originally, made it very poorly.

The toilet was a full-sized elongated bowl, really big, and it was set so close to the back wall that you had to sit on an angle with your leg resting against the wall.

The original shower was a typical 24" coffin-sized unit only a few inches taller than me (I'm most of 6'2").

The biggest part of the project was of course, the shower. I pulled out the little coffin and usurped all the space taken up by a linen closet (accessed from the bedroom) and a bulkhead with two heating ducts in it. I re-routed the HVAC lines inside the big wall of the shower using 3.25 x 10" rectangular ducting to fit between the studs and just tore out the linen closet. That left a 61.5" wide space with around 32" depth to build the shower. The ducts re-attach to the original lines going to two bedrooms in a bulkhead I built into the ceiling over the shower who's finished height ended up being around 85".

I used cement board for the shower walls and used a full Schluter shower system - a pre-formed pan, curb, Kerdi membrane, and 2" Kerdi board for the little bench. I probably would have used Kerdi board but couldn't find any. I also put Ditra under the floor tiles outside the shower. There are also four Schluter stainless steel shelves in the shower in the same profile as the floor drain. I really like how easily the shelves go in (they rest in the grout lines), how they match the floor grate, and that they saved me the hassle of tiling a niche.

I used Kerapoxy epoxy grout and just loved it. The mixing and application was easy, cleanup was not difficult, and now we don't have to worry about all the problems with regular grout. It was expensive, though - four little tubs at about $50 each - and much harder to find than standard grout.

The shower door is a Vigo Elan unit. Some reviews complained about difficulty installing and understanding the instructions but I found it very smooth to install and am really impressed with how well it went for me and my wife. My only problem during the installation was that the Mastercraft tile drilling bits (the 1/4" braised diamond abrasive one) I tried to use kept breaking. Two of them folded so I got a carbide bit instead.

I moved the toilet flange about 5" further from the back wall so you can sit comfortably on it. Since the room is so small, I wanted the smallest toilet I could find but I didn't want a round bowl. I was happy to run across the Deer Valley DV-1F52807 which is an elongated toilet but it has a really slim tank so it's only around 23" deep.

We decided to turn the vanity so it is against the wall under the window. That allowed for a 30" vanity (the original was 24"). I also put in an in-wall medicine cabinet which meant I had to re-run the drain vent around it. Normally you would have a mirror over the vanity but all we have to do is open the medicine cabinet and the inside of door is mirrored so you can use it like in any other bathroom.

The total budget was around $6000 Canadian (we're in Southern Ontario) and most of it went into the shower. The shower door was $1600 or so, the Schluter products were at least a grand. I put in good Panasonic fan, a humidity-sensing switch, and Moen shower valve. I also put in slim LED puck lights including one in the shower.

The biggest challenge was tiling the shower, but I really brought that on myself. I should have read more on the difficulties of putting large tile on a wall. It was just physically very difficult to get the big tiles set on the wall flat and even with each other - especially at heights where it is hard to get proper leverage to push like down low or overhead. Chest-level was easy, the top and bottom were exhausting. I did okay - some edges are a bit uneven but nothing is glaringly bad and at least the lines are straight.

I started near the end of October and just finished this weekend. I could only really work weekends and got things up to the point where the toilet and vanity were in over the Christmas holiday. Once I got to tiling the shower, I really slowed down just to take easy on myself. I did the shower in several small stages - usually two rows at a time. I lost more than a week at the end of December waiting for the epoxy grout to be delivered. I certainly could have gotten things done quicker but we have another full bathroom in the house so I was able to take things slow.

Over all we are really happy with the result. The space has been optimized and we have a usable shower.

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[frcnkievigo]

hlo! i can’t believe i tried to kid myself into thinking i no longer had frankie muse… anyway she’s BACK BABEY! this Tall and incredibly messy Paris Hilton impersonator. here is her pinterest so u can get her Vibe

( COURTNEY EATON | 21 | CISFEMALE ) I swear I saw FRANKIE VIGO around campus yesterday. I hear SHE is very GREGARIOUS, ADDICTIVE & SELFISH, which explains why when you think of them, you’d think of SUCKING ON A RING POP & FAUX FUR STAINED WITH RED WINE. They’re in their JUNIOR year and studying DRAMATIC ARTS. (olive, 22, est, she/her)

francine “frankie” prudence vigo. what a name. her parents were both hippies who raised her in brooklyn and “worked” as starving artists. well, not starving but close to it. they were very much flower children who had an open relationship so frankie had some questions early on about the strange men and women who were kissing her parents lol

her childhood was generally very happy for the first few years? picture a tiny frankie learning how to paint while eating organic granola and listening to her mom’s fleetwood mac records

was homeschooled for a while until her mom died suddenly in a car accident while her parents were driving upstate for vacation

her dad survived but he was never the same afterwards. he cut off all his hair and got a job waiting tabes at some fancy french restaurant. there wasn’t a lot of music playing in their house after that

basically her dad’s way of dealing with the loss was to just… pretend frankie didn’t exists and ignore her presence. he only spoke to her when it was necessary

as she got to be a teen she tried basically anything to get his attention. getting drunk in the middle of a school day, smoking weed in her room with music blasting, bringing home strings of guys and girls to have loud sex with. none of it got him to look at her

when she was about sixteen she fell “in love” with her english teacher who had a wife and a kid. him being a massive creep, he started sleeping with frankie and telling her he loved her. he’d whisper lines from the great gatsby in her ear while he promised to never leave her

BIG SURPRISE! he did and frankie never told anyone about what happened between and still hasn’t to this day. it really fucked her up and has given her a lot of trauma and abandonment issues

she’s not really good at relationships if you can’t tell? she’s either a bit full on or just doesn’t care about you at all. there’s no in between, and if she likes you she would do anything for you

which definitely gets her into trouble as she can get manipulated easily

her dad didn’t want to pay for her to go to lockwood, but that english teacher? offered to pay for her college if she would never go to the police about what happened

so here she is. she loves to party and is studying dramatic arts, which is perfect for her personality

she loves paris hilton and early 2000′s fashion and idolizes cher. she has a gecko in her room named after that woman

her music taste is largely influence by her mom. she listens to a lot of  80′s indie rock, like belle and sebastian, simon and garfunkel, joy division, violent femmes, talking heads. she also really loves terrible pop music and will pop her pussy to britney any day

she’s kind of the caricature of spunk and energy with a smile and lots of puns that she hides her grief behind

is just always the person at the party making sure everyone’s having a good time

loves drinking especially drinking anything that tastes sweet and sugary

also loves sleeping around. she just left lockwood to go on vacation with this married guy she’s been obsessed with for a year or so. she’s in love with him and is convinced he’s about to leave his wife

OKAY so wanted plots time: i need a toxic relationship with someone who doesn’t actually care about her, an unrequited crush, flings, awkward hookups that on’t look at each other anymore, exes that ended on good terms and are super close now, childhood friends, family friends, and some wild, reckless friends that all party together skins style. hit me up.

[babysackville]

Monday 14 August 1826

 8 25/60

1 10/60

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𝝅’s cousin came last night just as we were getting into bed so that we had no kiss Mariana down about 9 ½ I down to breakfast at 9 ¾ - Dr Macbride came at 10 10/60 - Mariana and I off with him to see sights at 10 20/60 - went direct to Magdalen college saw the chapel handsome and over the alter the best painting in Oxford our saviour in the habit of a Franciscan monk, bearing his cross - given to the college as a [Guido] but now discovered to be by the Spanish painter Morales - Taken from a convent or friary at Vigo - very fine - the blood gently rising from beneath the crown of  thorns, and trickling down the throat and a tear on the right cheek - very admirable - the man held a candle close to the face to shew it - otherwise there was not light enough - then went to the library - handsome gothic vaulted rooms, newly done up, 140 feet long - the books on shelves projecting into the room and forming [xxxx] recesses on each - a good model for a library at Shibden? then looked into the park thro’ the park gate - pretty little park, with deer - the only thing of the kind in Oxford - from Magdalen college went to Merton the oldest here - merely went into the court and viewed the exterior - one part very old very steep roof and very steep-roofed tower - roofed with stone 3 inches thick? surprising how they are put on - no [?] - no appearance of having [been put] on by pins - are they merely laid in line? and the tower of St. Peter’s church the oldest building in Oxford - 

From Merton went to Oriel - just walked round the inner court - the porter very fond of the plants - had completely decorated on each the side of steps with them and sown mignonette at the foot of the walls which was very fragrant - 

From Oriel went to Christchurch - saw the picture gallery - the pictures given by General Guise used to be overvalued - are now perhaps under valued - considered merely copies from the great masters - from the picture gallery mounted the stairs to the library -a very large handsome [Grecian] room - from there went into the dining hall - very handsome - then to the chapel, or rather, Cathedral, where is a fine statue by Chantry (price 2,000 pounds or guineas) lately erected in the place he himself chose for it, to the memory of Cyril Jackson the celebrated dean of Christ’s - and excellent likeness - the pupils of the eyes being marked out as [excavated] - gives a strange expression to the countenance - handsome church - 

From here (a very few drops of small rain for 2 or 3 minutes) went to the Radcliffe library - a very handsome rotunda - some good models of the most famous antique statues - ascended by a winding staircase to the leads - whence a fine view of the city and surrounding country - the view ought not to be missed - 

From here to the Bodleian library - first to its picture gallery - perhaps the most interesting picture a copy of the school of Athens (designed and executed by Raphael) - some good copies of Raphael’s cartoons - the originals at Hampton Court - ought to be seen some fine plaster of Paris models of the celebrated Grecian temples - 300 pounds worth - from the picture gallery went to the Bodleian library its occupying a suite of rooms - from Paris - inquired there about the artist who did them - the same floor all round the quadrangle court - the library very comfortable - the book-shelves forming recessed on each side shut up by [xxxx] trellis-work, and forming very long reading closets - shewed us queen Elizabeth’s Latin exercise book, and some beautifully illuminated missals - a thousand a year spent on books besides the priv[?] granted by parliament of claiming one copy of every work published - they do claim a copy of every work worth claiming - 

From the Bodleian went to the declaiming theatre - just newly painted - the workmen still in it - the most beautiful rooms we ever saw - an amphitheatre - will hold 3,000 persons - 3 fine pictures of his first Majesty the Emperor Alexander of Russia, and King Frederic of Prussia who all visited the theatre together, were presented with the degree of Dr. and gave the pictures - the theatre painted in the foreign style by 1st rate London painter - in imitation of oak and sienna and other marble and a deep skirting board of red porphyry - very handsome - very beautiful - 

From here went to the museum - introduced to Mr. Duncan there - very civil and obliging - the Duncan who had done so much good in Bath and hereby forwarded all sorts of works of charity and benevolence - the museum not large or rich - a fine magnet of 120 or 130 lbs. power - a good model of the serpent temple at Abury - Professor Buckland now abroad - asked Dr. McBride what he thought of Granvill Pen’s work (on Geology) he had not read it - but Buckland said it was an absurdity - it is much against Buckland’s theories - 

From the museum Dr. McBride saw us home and left us at 4 10/60 - went immediately upstairs and washed our hands but made no change in our dress - 𝝅 wanted change of linen on account of her cousin - Talked a few minutes to my aunt and got to the Macbrides to dine at 5 - Dinner almost immediately of which Mariana observed very good to eat but in bad taste -  boiled salmon at the top removed by a couple of roast ducks - 2 man servants apparently hired for the time - good port and I think Vidonia - got up from table about a little after 6, and Dr and Mrs McBride and their only child, a girl of perhaps 16 or 17 lamentably deaf from her birth (a wonder she speaks ever so well as she does) 

Walked with us after showing us his own Magdalen hall, and library to New college chapel very pretty small but neat and comfortable and the dining hall handsome, in which a bust of Chichele by Roubillac more admired by Chantry than anything of the kind in Oxford from New college went to the large and handsome library of All Souls - 

Then to St. John’s where we just peeped into the gardens and then walked a little farther along St.Giles’s (so like a Parisian boulevard) and then returned to the Macbrides’ to tea - tea and coffee almost immediately - Sat a while very sociably - 

Dr. McBride walked home with us, and we came in at 9 - Miss. McBride the Doctor’s sister staying with them - Mariana thought she must have been handsome once - not so now - none of the party very neatly dressed - Mrs. McBride singular - odd - not like a gentlewoman - Dr. McBride very civil and attentive, may be very learned, but I heard nothing fall from him from which one should per force have guessed - Mariana thought him heavy - Professor of Arabic but few peoples study it - says he does not know enough of it to be a judge of its beauties - Persian not a difficult language - not like an Eastern language - originally of Europe - of Tartar origin with many Arabic words engrafted as we have engrafted Latin words on English - but knows not much of it - has not read it these 20 years - Has 35 rooms for students in his hall - 10 guineas a year paid for rooms and 10 guineas for the tutor and 10 guineas more will pay all expenses of college servants - a student may live very cheaply if he chooses Christchurch the largest and most expensive college but £500 a year quite enough for a gentleman commoner there - 19 colleges 5 halls in Oxford - difference between them is a college is chartered is a corporate body can use and be used in a court of law, and hold property itself - a hall is not chartered - not a corporate body - property must be held in trust for it - all the colleges and halls will not hold more than 2,000 - about 1,5000 students here - the rest fellows, canons, &c - no student allowed to lodge out of college or halls as at Cambridge - if there were accommodations perhaps there might be 300 or 400 more students here, but not more - tho’ allowed to lodge out, not more students now at Cambridge than here - a few instances of men of 30 and married studying here, and in this case they are allowed to lodge out of college - very fine day - pleasant - not much rain - the moonlight on the buildings as we returned home tonight beautiful - the Mcbrides go to Windsor tomorrow at 9 a.m. - take the coach - the whole inside - to be back on Friday to see Miss. Pickford - I dont know what to make of it it does not look very haut ton - O. - wrote all the above of today I had just done it at 11 - went up to bed at 11 20/60 

(Diary reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0141-0142)

[momentsinsong]

Moments In Song No. 024 - José Vigo

The songs and artists that get you through periods of transition end up staying with you for a lifetime. From navigating American culture as the child of immigrants, to developing his style as an artist, José has used music to help make sense of the transitions in his life. With a playlist featuring songs from different corners of the world, the Venezuelan born visual artist tells us about his favorite TV soundtracks, his admiration for Mac Miller, and more. 

Listen to Jose’s playlist on Apple Music and Spotify. 

Words and photos by Julian.

Julian: What was the thought process behind making your playlist. I see you have two little sheets of paper with a list of songs on them. 

José: As soon as you asked me to be a part of this, I knew exactly who I wanted to be on the playlist and what songs of theirs I wanted to pick. I picked the songs that have been holding me down the past fews months during this chaotic ass summer and spring. So I had like 20 people and I narrowed it down by picking the songs that I listen to on the way to work. I just bought a new bike so I’ve been cruising on the bike and listening to the songs. I made sure to put shit from when I want to listen to rap, when I want to listen to some other shit, when I want to listen to Latino music,

What songs from the jump did you know have to be on there. 

Definitely Anderson .Paak “Room in Here.” I couldn't make a playlist and justify it without putting Hov in it, so I picked my favorite Hov song “Feelin’ It.” Definitely needed to put Mac in here. That was hard because I fuck with so many Mac songs, but “Hurt Feelings” was my favorite one from “Swimming’ and it kind of fit perfectly with “Feelin’ It” and Frank Ocean. 

I don’t know if you did this intentionally but your playlist transitioned really well from song to song. 

For sure. It was definitely intentional.

I listened to it all the through and was like, “Man this is really flowing. It sounds like he took his time with this.”

At first I was like, “He doesn’t want me to pick my 10 favorite songs, he wants me to pick a playlist of 10 songs that I really fuck with. Let me make sure it has a structure and flows well.”

How’d you get into a lot of the foreign songs on your playlist?

My cousin Diego put me on to Flavien Berger, and then with the Japanese joint, my roommate is a tattoo artist and one of his coworkers was like, “You need to listen to this band.” So the second my roommate heard it he was like, “Yo I got to tell Jose.” As soon as I heard it I thought it was crazy. I grew up listening to cumbia music my whole life, my family is Colombian. Hearing Japanese vocals to it was so fucking cool and refreshing. It doesn’t sound like these guys are biting it and making it terrible. It all just sounds so good together. 

Is that their only song that sounds like that?

Their first album is called “Echos from Japan” and it’s got cumbia samples, reggae samples. The reggae song samples Sister Nancy. You should listen to that one, it’s so cool. And of course I had to get Bad Bunny in there.

What’s crazy about that one is I saw the name Bad Bunny and I had one expectation of what to hear…

That boricua shit, but it’s so Mexican!

Yeah because I didn’t know the other artist, but saw Bad Bunny and thought it would be some turn up party stuff, or even just something with the Reggaeton beat to it. So I was listening to it and thought, “Oh this is cool,” and waiting for the drums to hit and they never came in.

They never came in! [Laughs]. It’s straight Mexican shit. Natanael Cano is Mexican. But also Bad Bunny’s verse is so hard. I can show the song to my American friends and they can say, “Oh that sounds cool,” but you understand Spanish and can understand his verse and realize those were bars.

Have you always had such a wide taste in music?

For sure. You know growing up Latino, in your house you have your parents playing music from where they originate from, so I’m listening to Cumbia, Salsa, Merengue. But as soon as I left my house I’m listening to Hov, Hip-Hop, you know Black American music. 

So you start with the Latino music at home, and then move on to more Hip-Hop once you’re outside the house. How did you end up listening to music outside of those genres?

Definitely art. Art opened my mind, and as soon as I got a little older I discovered that everyone makes good music you just gotta find it. Watching shows and movies with really great playlists introduced me to a whole bunch of new music. “High Fidelity” has a great soundtrack. “Insecure” has a bomb ass soundtrack. “I May Destroy You” has a sick soundtrack. You hear a bunch of great British artists on there, it’s tight. Even video games have really good playlists. 2K, Tony Hawk. 

How’d you begin making art?

I began as a kid. I’ve been making art as long as I can remember. My mom would just buy me art supplies. She would buy me some toys that I asked for but mostly she bought me art stuff. I remember in elementary school, we would have competitions on who could draw the best car, plane, truck or whatever and I would win all the time. It gave me confidence growing up. I knew I had something that I was good at.

How would you describe your style of art? Are there certain themes or topics you try to cover in your work?

I never really know how to describe my art, it’s very influenced by Baltimore, skateboarding, music, & graffiti. I spent a lot of time painting letters so nowadays I try to draw other things. I like to draw the people I see on my commute to work, on my bike rides. Faces are so interesting. I really like the pattern work I’ve been doing where I’m filling space with objects, landscapes, things I reminisce about.

What’s the relationship between your art and music? Do you get influenced by music when making art? Are there specific songs or artists you listen to help get you in the mindset of making art?

Anderson .Paak is a big one. His music is really influential. It puts me in the vibe of wanting to paint and draw. It’s also inspiring and makes me want to finish something by the end of the day. Mac is definitely another one. I can listen to “Watching Movies with the Sound Off,” “GOOD A.M.,” “Swimming,” I can listen to all of those albums all the way through while I’m sitting there painting, drawing, making a collage. 

What specifically about those albums and Mac Miller as an artist inspires you?

I guess because we’re around the same age. When he started making music, I started painting graffiti. He was dropping albums, and my graffiti got better. He changed his style of music, and around the same time I stopped painting graffiti and became a visual artist through “fine art.” Also his drug use equates to mine, not saying I was ever an addict, but I definitely experimented with drugs I maybe wouldn't want my kids experiencing. I feel like his development as an artist was similar to mine, even though I’m not as talented. I don’t think I can paint as well as Mac Miller makes music [Laughs]. Same thing with Anderson .Paak. He was just working, working, working, hard as shit and then finally “Venice” went crazy, “Malibu” catapulted him, and now people know who he is. 

Was there a specific moment or artist that pushed you to start developing your own taste in music?

Definitely me being a little kid and listening to all of this Latino music, and knowing that I liked it but also knowing that this is what my parents are listen to. You know when you’re 11 or 12 you don't want to be listening to what your parents are listening to. Even though Héctor Lavoe bangs, let me listen to something else. So growing up in America, as soon as I could understand English and rappers well enough to comprehend what they’re saying, that’s what I would be listening to. Rappers like Nas, Hov, Kanye’s “College Dropout,” “Late Registration.” “College Dropout” came out when I was in 7th grade and was one of the first albums I bought. As I kid I was like, “I got this, I bought this.” 

Where were you born?

I was born in Venezuela. I was born in Caracas and came to the United States when I was 10 in 2001. Which was an awkward time to be a new brown person.

Yeah very awkward. Would you say music, specifically Rap music, helped you with that transition into America? Like with the American culture and the English language? 

Yeah for sure, because I was trying to fit in and there was a bunch of shit I didn’t like, but as soon as I heard Rap I was like, “Oh this is it! I fucking love this. This needs to be slowed down so I can understand their words better.” You know when you’re a kid you absorb information quickly. I got here when I was 10, by the time I was 11 I was already speaking English, and by the time I was 12/13 I could comprehend English well enough where I could understand what these rappers were saying. So Hip-Hop definitely helped me mingle and become part of America. Skateboarding too. Skateboarding gave me a lot of confidence. Art too.

When you were listening to that stuff were your parents ever like, “What is this?”

No actually I was never really censored. I had immigrant parents, so my mom was working 15 hours, my pops was working 18 hours. As soon as I started having all this music available to me, my parents were always working, I had no parental supervision. I got out of school at 2:00, and my parents didn’t get home until like 9:30,10:00 so they didn’t know what I was listening to. I was watching whatever I wanted, I was listening to whatever I wanted, so my parents weren’t aware of what I was listening to. Even if they were involved, they couldn’t understand what these rappers were saying. My parents don’t speak English. 

I’ve heard from other people’s stories that when they play certain stuff around their parents they’re like, “What is this? What are you listening to?” But I know with my mom when she came to America she was very much into American music and would listen to those Top 40 radio stations in the car. So when me and my brother started listening to that stuff she was never really against it. It was really cool but I know that’s not the same experience for all children of immigrants. 

Especially Latinos who have a Catholic background, our parents are somewhat conservative. My mom listened to Salsa, Cumbia, Merengue, Folk, Campesino Venezuelan/Colombian music. She actually really fucked with Michael Jackson. Kenny G, she likes Kenny G for some fucking reason. And them my pops, R.I.P., he listened to Tongo, spoken word with the saxophone, stuff like that. 

Yeah I feel like that's a big way for them to remember where they came from and to keep that connection when they arrive to a new place. Did your perception of that music change over time? Because when you’re younger that’s just what you listen to because it’s there, but then you get to a certain age and you don’t want to listen to what you’re parents are listening to, and then I think there’s a stage after that where you just appreciate it a little more.

For sure. You go back and and want to take a break from what you’re listening to all the time, and like, “Damn bro, Héctor Lavoe really bangs.” Héctor Lavoe is one of my favorite singers of all time. If you listen to his lyrics, he’s amazing. 

I’m not super familiar with him…

Héctor Lavoe is a Puerto Rican Salsa singer. He had a very shitty life, but he was an amazing singer. Definitely one of the most successful, well-known Latino Salsa singers. 

Is that appreciation for him something that came later in life?

I knew he was really good as a kid, but at the same time I was like, “This is what you listen to mom. I didn’t grow up like you. I’m an immigrant in America, I want to listen to American music.” At the time when I was 13 I didn't want to resonate with it because I wanted to be here (in America) and not looked at as different. But as I got older I realized that I have to appreciate that I’m different, because this is important. My words and my experiences are important, and the music that I listen to, and that my parents listen to is important. It’s not weird, it's important.

Yeah as a kid, I didn’t really like that stuff, but now that I’m older it’s come full circle and I appreciate it more. 

You know what’s one artist for sure? Oscar D'León. He’s a Venezuelan artist that a lot of Venezuelans and Colombians love. That’s music that I didn’t want to listen to as a kid. I thought it was my parents' generation of what to listen to in Venezuela and Colombia, and not something I really wanted to listen to. But now I’m like, “Man this is beautiful! These drums, this trumpet kills it. Oscar D'León’s lyrics are amazing. I really appreciate it now, and am glad that I have memories of getting woken up to it at 7:00 in the morning with my mom and her vacuum. 

As you grow older, you kind of learn to have that balance between recognizing where you come from and celebrating that, but also having your own thing.

Yeah I think as you get older you realize that your parents weren’t so old. Like when you’re 13 and you hear someone say they’re 30 you think, “Damn you’re old.” But 30’s not old. I’m 29 about to be 30 in February, and I’m super looking forward to being 30. Like my 30’s are gonna rock. I remember being a little kid and my mom was in her early 40’s and thinking that this is music that old people listen to, and it wasn’t. It was just music she listened to when she was young and it aged very well. I was just 13 and didn’t understand it. 

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Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Horse Farm

  Hello, my dear friends! How are you today? I am so happy to have Beth from @mytexasfarm (please, make sure to follow her and you can shop her home here) on our weekly series “Beautiful Homes of Instagram”, and you’ll understand why when you look at her pictures. Her home makes you happy and “hugged” just by looking at it and I must  warn you… this post might make you want to leave your city life and move to a farmhouse far away from all the noise.

Here, the homeowner talks more about her “home-sweet-home”:

  “Hello! I am so grateful for being featured on Home Bunch! We live in a small little farmhouse and I’m just doing my best to make it feel like home! My name is Beth and I am a wife and mom of three crazy little kids! We live on a horse farm in Texas. All of my kids ride and help take care of our place. I love to decorate and make spaces feel cozy, clean, and still keep them functional for a family with three young children. When its warm outside we all basically live outside. My kids love running around barefoot and they are always up to something. When we first bought out house it needed a lot of updating. We have lived here for 8 years and we are finally almost finished fixing it up! We love having privacy and a place to call our own. I love decorating with white and it can happen when you have young children! I want each room to feel like a home but still keep it trendy and always in style. I like to change things around a lot in my home. It saves tons of money and makes it feel like a whole new space just to move things around! It also lets me be creative and have something to do instead of chasing my kids around all day! I have enjoyed sharing our little home and horse farm with everyone! I love that people want to see what I am doing in my own home! Thank you so much for sharing Home Bunch!”

I truly hope Elizabeth’s home brings a warm feeling to your heart… just like it did to mine. Life is beautiful.

  Beautiful Homes of Instagram: Horse Farm

Allow yourself to be transported into the peaceful and happy energy this home exudes… Blessings will follow.

“Hello” Doormat: Overstock.

Topiary in Planters: Wayfair.

Planters: here & here – similar.

Wreath: Joss & Main.

Chairs: Wayfair.

Front Porch

Our house used to be a red brick. We painted it white 2 years ago. I love having a White House! It instantly made the house look bigger and made the landscaping just come to life. The girls love walking on the river rocks.

Foyer

The front door opens to a foyer with impressive views.

Beautiful Foyer Tables: here, here, here, here & here.

Mirror: All Modern.

Similar “Farmhouse” Sign: here.

With Love

Walls are Alabaster by Sherwin Williams in eggshell.

Console Table: Signature Design by Ashley – out of stock – similar here & here.

Let the Light in

This image give me chills… positive chills!

I feel this home is so Blessed and just seeing this Light coming through the windows to reach the table… it makes me even a little emotional.

Dining Room

We use this area a lot! I wanted it to feel cozy but still functional. The table has been through a lot but it is the perfect complement to this space and has held up well over the years.

Dining Table: Etsy – similar here, here, here & here.

Dining Chairs

Dining Chairs: Overstock – also here.

Flooring

The floors are Laminate from Lumber Liquidators in a Natural Oak color – Others: here, here, here & here.

Chandelier: Quorum.

Kitchen Area

Paint color is Sandstove Cove by BEHR – eggshell.

Wood Wall Decor: here.

Barstools: DIY – similar here.

Kitchen

Kitchen- my favorite area! We cook almost every single meal and having an all white kitchen has been great! Nothing is stained, and I think it actually helps keep things clean. It used to be so dark and now its so bright. White kitchens get me every time!

Kitchen cabinets are maple.

Kitchen Island

Beth added DIY shiplap boards to the peninsula.

Countertop

The kitchen countertops are laminate in “Carrera marble”.

Cabinet Hardware

Cabinet hardware is from eBay.

Similar knobs: here.

Kitchen Sink

Kitchen Sink: here – similar.

Smell the Roses

Flowers always add beauty to any space…

Kitchen Faucet

Kitchen Faucet: Vigo.

Hello, Pretty Flowers

I much rather see flowers inside of a sink than dirty dishes.

Easter Inspiration

 We used nail polish for these. So easy! Take a cup of room temperature water, I dumped a little of the nail polish in a swirl pattern and dip the egg. Repeat this for each egg! Some tutorials I have seen said to use a fork and stir, but the polish just sticks to the fork. The water must be room temperature too. This is so easy and requires buying nothing!

Backsplash

Backsplash is a subway tile with a beveled edge in a herringbone pattern by MSI. The grout is light gray.

Copper Tea Kettle: here – similar.

Cabinet Paint Color

Kitchen cabinets are painted in Glidden Grab-and-go for high traffic areas in semi-gloss white.

Breakfast Nook

Kitchen nook is our favorite breakfast spot/ laundry table. We love to eat here and the kids help me fold laundry and look out the windows to see the horses.

Paint color is Sandstove cove by BEHR – eggshell.

Similar Dining Table: here.

Dining Chairs: here.

Similar Rug: here & here.

Living Room

We hang out here the most. Our couch is leather and I can’t imagine having anything else. We had a dog who sheds a lot and I love being able to just vacuum up the hair! Things get spilled daily and its so nice just to wipe it up. 

Similar Sofa Sectional: here.

Baskets under Coffee Table: HomeGoods – Other Beautiful Baskets: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Paint Color

Walls are painted in Alabaster by Sherwin Williams in eggshell.

Fireplace

I have not seen anyone decorate their fireplace with cutting boards before but I am LOVING this idea! Everything is just perfect and each element complement the next.

Cutting Boards: Circular & Rectangular.

Throw: Classic Waffle Weave Tassel Throw.

Mesh Metal Basket: here.

Rug & Coffee Table

My brother built the table for me. I love the baskets underneath, they are full of toys, but when people come over we just throw the toys in the basket and you do not see any of them!

Similar Coffee Table: here.

Rug: Overstock – also similar here & here.

Barn Door

A beautiful wreath adds beauty to this diy barn door.

Master Bedroom

My husband and I made the headboard. He traced out what I wanted on a piece of maple and then simply cut it out with a jigsaw. I stapled the foam on and then my mom did the upholstery on it. Shockingly its still white and looks beautiful! It costs right at $100 to make the headboard! Our room is so comfortable and my favorite place to curl up at night!

Master Bedroom Paint Color: Silver Strand by Sherwin Williams – eggshell.

Beautiful Headboards: here, here, here & here.

Light Blue & White Duvet Cover Set: here.

Similar Nighstands: here & here.

Similar Quilt: here, here & here.

Pillows

Awww… how charming!!! Look at the bow! So cute!!!

Pompom Shams: Levtex Home.

Throw Pillows: here, here, here & here.

Back Porch

We live out here spring, summer, and fall. My kids are usually playing in the playhouse or swinging and we can just kick back and relax. I found this beautiful giant table for $50!

Outdoor Dining Table: similar here.

Similar Host Dining Chairs: here, here, here & here.

String Lights: here & here.

Exterior Paint Color

The exterior brick color is Alabaster SW 7008 by Sherwin Williams in eggshell.

Trees

Look at the trees, take a few deep breaths and imagine walking on the grass and on the stones with your bare feet…

Playhouse

Someone gave us the playhouse and it was falling apart. We replaced some wood and painted it white and its a whole new playhouse! It costs about $100 to redo it! I love keeping things on a very low budget.

Little Steps

This picture fills my heart with happiness…

  Many thanks to Beth for opening the doors of her beautiful home to us and for sharing all of the details above.

Make sure to follow her on Instagram and you can shop her style here.

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