#manor park

[stargoose-photo]

Manor Park Country Park, West Malling, Kent, England, October 2024.

[haxanbroker]

Manor Park, South London, July 2024.

[chibiranmaruchan]

Graffiti at Manor Park.

[historyfiles]

Churches of Newham: St Nicholas Catholic Church in the London borough of Newham was part of the Catholic industrial school, Manor Park, from 1868 until 1899 when it was attached to the local parish church.

[barnoprint]

Postcards: 7 Powerful Reasons to Choose Custom Designs for Maximum Impact

Postcards have been around for centuries, yet they remain one of the most effective ways to communicate a message. Whether for business promotions or personal greetings, custom-designed postcards have the potential to make a big impact. Here are seven reasons why you should choose custom postcards for your next project.

1. Create a Lasting Impression

First impressions matter, and a custom-designed postcard can help you make a lasting one. Here's why custom designs stand out:

Tailored to your audience: Custom postcards let you align your message with your target audience. You can use specific colours, fonts, and images that resonate with the reader.

Memorable designs: Unlike mass-produced postcards, unique designs make an instant impact. People are more likely to remember something that feels personal and thoughtful.

Custom postcards not only stand out but also reinforce your message, making it more likely to be remembered.

2. Showcase Your Brand’s Personality

Custom-designed postcards are an excellent way for businesses to showcase their unique brand personality. This is how they help:

Brand consistency: By incorporating your logo, colours, and fonts, custom postcards reinforce your brand’s identity.

Stand out from competitors: A postcard that reflects your brand's style differentiates you from competitors who use generic designs.

For personal messages, you can incorporate your own artwork or text, giving the postcard a more intimate touch that aligns with your personality.

3. Stand Out from the Crowd

In today’s digital world, physical mail is becoming a rarity. Custom postcards allow you to stand out:

Break through the digital noise: With so many emails and ads online, a physical postcard demands attention. People are more likely to pause and appreciate a postcard in their mailbox than a banner ad online.

Tangible and memorable: The physical nature of postcards makes them something people can keep. They’re not just thrown away like emails.

Custom designs cut through the clutter of digital marketing, creating a physical impression that lasts longer.

4. Enhance Engagement with Eye-Catching Designs

The design of your postcard plays a key role in engagement. Here’s why custom designs can increase interest:

Vibrant visuals: Bold colours and stunning graphics make your postcard more attractive, ensuring it catches the reader’s eye.

Call to action: A well-designed postcard can encourage readers to take action, such as visiting your website, signing up for a newsletter, or attending an event.

Custom postcards allow for creative freedom, meaning you can tailor your design to suit your goals, whether it’s increasing website traffic or boosting sales.

5. Cost-Effective Marketing Tool

When compared to other marketing channels, custom postcards are highly cost-effective. Here’s why:

Affordable production costs: Postcards are inexpensive to produce, even with custom designs.

Bulk printing options: You can reduce costs further by ordering in bulk, making postcards a budget-friendly option for marketing campaigns.

Custom postcards deliver great results without the hefty price tag, making them an ideal choice for small businesses and individuals on a budget.

6. Versatility for Every Occasion

Custom postcards are versatile and can be used for various purposes. Whether you need to:

Promote your business: Custom postcards can advertise new products, seasonal promotions, or special offers.

Send personalised greetings: For birthdays, holidays, or thank-you notes, you can design postcards that reflect your style.

Invite customers to events: Postcards are an excellent way to invite clients to grand openings, sales, or other events.

The flexibility of postcards allows you to create a design that suits any occasion, whether for business or personal use.

7. Easy Distribution

Postcards are straightforward to distribute and can be sent in various ways:

No envelopes needed: Unlike other direct mail, postcards don’t require envelopes, making them cheaper and quicker to send.

Flexible distribution methods: You can hand them out at events, send them through the mail, or leave them in high-traffic areas.

The ease of distribution ensures that your postcard reaches its intended recipient quickly, maximising your marketing impact.

How to Make the Most of Custom Postcards

To fully unlock the potential of your custom postcards, keep these best practices in mind:

Know Your Audience

The more you know about your target audience, the more effectively you can design a postcard that appeals to them. Understand their needs, preferences, and pain points to create a message that speaks directly to them.

Use High-Quality Images

Postcards are a visual medium, and the images you use should be high-quality and relevant to your message. A blurry image or a cheap-looking design can have the opposite effect of what you're aiming for.

Clear and Simple Call to Action

Every postcard should have a clear call to action. Whether you want the recipient to visit your website, call for more information, or take advantage of a special offer, make sure your message is direct and easy to follow.

Leverage Both Sides of the Postcard

Don’t be afraid to use both sides of the postcard to get your message across. The front can feature an eye-catching image or headline, while the back can detail your offer, event, or personalised message.

Track the Effectiveness

Custom postcards can be part of a broader marketing strategy. By adding a unique code, URL, or QR code to your postcards, you can track how effective they are in driving action. This data can help you refine future campaigns and improve results.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Why should I choose custom postcards over generic designs?

A: Custom postcards allow you to showcase your brand’s unique identity, engage your audience more effectively, and create lasting impressions. Unlike generic designs, they can be tailored to suit your specific needs, making your message more personal and memorable.

Q: Are custom postcards cost-effective for businesses?

A: Yes, custom postcards are a budget-friendly marketing tool. They are affordable to produce, especially in bulk, and offer a high return on investment when targeting specific customer groups. Their simplicity and versatility make them an excellent choice for cost-effective campaigns.

Q: What are the best uses for custom postcards?

A: Custom postcards are perfect for a variety of purposes, including business promotions, event invitations, thank-you notes, seasonal greetings, and personal messages. They provide a versatile way to connect with customers, clients, or friends in a meaningful way.

Q: How can custom postcards enhance customer engagement?

A: The unique design of custom postcards grabs attention and invites the recipient to take action. Whether it’s through striking visuals, personal messages, or interactive elements like QR codes, postcards foster greater engagement, helping your message stand out and driving responses.

Q: Can I personalise postcards for different occasions?

A: Absolutely! Custom postcards can be designed to suit any occasion, from business promotions and holiday greetings to special events and thank-you cards. Their versatility makes them ideal for personalising messages for every need, ensuring your card resonates with the recipient.

Final Thoughts

Custom-designed postcards are an invaluable tool for businesses and individuals alike. Their ability to make a lasting impression, showcase your brand’s personality, and engage your audience makes them a must-have for anyone looking to communicate effectively. Whether you’re using them for marketing or personal messages, custom postcards help you stand out from the crowd, build stronger connections, and drive results.

By incorporating these seven powerful reasons into your next marketing or personal project, you can leverage the full potential of custom postcards and make a greater impact with your message. Don’t just send a postcard; send a meaningful, custom-designed piece that leaves a lasting impression.

[autumncottageattic]

wordyelaine

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #145

Danny had a strong dislike for most of his parents inventions. Most of them would make him uncomfortable if they didn’t hurt him and his parents very much liked to hurt ghosts. Danny of course jumps at the opportunity to spend the summer at his cousin Damian’s house. Maddie didn’t tell him or Jazz a lot about her childhood but she did apparently have one more sister than Alicia and this sister was Damian’s mom. Jazz of course tags along she was going to keep her brother safe and also find and reprimand Batman if she can find him.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason never let this go lol

[marshmallow-phd]

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

**

Lightning lit up the thin curtains covering the two small windows on either side of the carriage. Thunder rumbled and you felt it deep within your chest. Tugging your silk cloak closer, you closed your eyes and prayed that the driver would get you through the storm. There was no one to comfort you, to reassure you that a little rain and noisy sky wouldn't delay your journey.

Your father had insisted you take your sister or even a friend, but the two day’s journey didn’t  seem consequential enough to need a companion. Besides, what would they have done once you arrived? Your elderly aunt had only asked for you. From what you could decipher from her letter, she needed you to be a companion as she traveled to the southernmost coastal town. Apparently, it was now the ultimate fashion to travel to for the summer. Just the idea of rolling waves made your stomach churn. But what was worse was who else would be there–

The carriage jolted to the right. You spread out your arms, only barely catching yourself from falling to the floor. No sane person would have endured such dangerous weather. This storm had come from nowhere. Skies blue and cloudless as you had ever seen bid you farewell in the late morning. Most of the day's journey had been uneventful. Then the joyful light faded. Thunder shook the walls of the carriage. Rain pounded on the roof. When would you reach the inn? Bile rose up in your throat, burning the sensitive tissue as the carriage continued to rock violently. The horses neighed over the sounds of the storm. 

The carriage shifted hard to the left. And kept falling. You slammed into the door, nearly opening it with the force. You didn't know what was happening. The floor was now the wall and the wall the floor. A downward momentum made it impossible to stand. Screams ripped at your throat.

Then it stopped. 

The rain continued to pour and the thunder roared on but the carriage was still. Your legs wobbled as you slowly stood. With your palms, you pushed open the door. The thin wooden panel clapped against the outside of the carriage. Immediately you were pounded by the storm. Large drops pelted your face, obscuring your vision. It was dark. You could tell that much. And there were trees. In every direction. 

You climbed out of the carriage, calling for the driver. Your feet slipped in the mud, but you managed to keep your balance–for now. The mud was thick and sticky as you trudged to the front of the carriage.

 No. No, no, no. Both of the horses were gone. And so was the driver. Somehow, the carriage had fallen down a hill or ravine. With a storm this terrible, you needed to get to higher ground or risk possibly being carried away–or drowning. Clawing and digging your hands and feet into the soaked dirt, you climbed the hard incline back to the road. 

Once you could make out the road, you called for the driver again. No answer. He was nowhere to be found. You needed to find shelter. The storm gave no promise of letting up. You wouldn't survive the night in this forest, even if you went back into the carriage. The only choice was to find sanctuary. You stared in the direction you believed you came from. Nothing but trees and darkness. You turned to the other choice. All the same–wait. 

There was something... when lightning brightened up the sky. Your heart began banging in your ears. Spires, towers. Not trees. It was some distance away, but it was shelter nonetheless. 

With near tears in your eyes, you picked up your skirts–your fingers numb from the cold–and hurried towards the castle that could be your saving grace. 

*****

The manor was calm tonight. Odd, considering the amount of bodies roaming around these haunted halls. Only the beautiful storm outside and Chanyeol's sorrowful melody from the piano broke the silence. Jongin had draped himself over one of the arm chairs as he inspected the wine mixture within his goblet. The taste was… adequate. The cellar would need replenishing soon.

In the corner, a rather lax game of cards covered the small, round table. Minseok smirked at his winning hand. The faded wooden chips with bits of white painted around the edges were piling up in front of Yixing, who leaned back carelessly, sure of his next win. Little did either of them know that the youngest among them had a little... trick his sleeve. As the quickest, Sehun had perfected sleight of hand long ago. None had caught him yet.

A fire roared, coaling the usually gray and brown room in flickering orange. With how close he stood near the fireplace, Kyungsoo's silhouette was visible through his loose shirt. He leaned his palms on the mantel and let the warmth of the flames engulf him. Warmth was all they could feel after all these years. It could be an addiction so strong it was tempting to throw himself into the fire. 

Junmyeon joined him at the fireplace, leaning his shoulders against the brick. The bite of the edge hardly registered in his mind. Pain of that measure... it was only a ghost that had nearly crossed over. 

“Such strong thoughts for a night like this.”

Kyungsoo didn’t look from the fire, but raised a questioning eyebrow in response. 

Junmyeon shrugged a single shoulder. “I can’t read minds, but it's obvious you're turning something over more times than a praying rock.”

“It's the same thoughts,” Kyungsoo murmured in his strange, monotone voice. “Always the same thoughts.”

“One day you will have to let it go,” Junmyeon sighed. “This is our existence now. And forever will be.”

“Acceptance of the present doesn’t erase the past.”

“But it does make the present more enjoyable.” The red liquid sloshed against the rim of the goblet as Jongin draped an arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulders. He wore a mischievous smile. A clear indicator of his true intention. 

Junmyeon shook his head. “We’re not going out tonight. There’s nothing out and about in this storm.” Hunting in these conditions would wield no trophies. Tomorrow would be a better night. 

“Jun’s no fun tonight,” Jongdae teased as he and Baekhyun emerged from the hallway. 

“If you want to go out in this mess,” Junmyeon waved towards the front door. “Be my guest. Just don’t you dare get mud on the rug–”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Help! Please! Help!”

Nine pairs of eyes snapped to the echoing sound. None moved. 

Bang! Bang! 

BANG!

One of the double doors burst open and a figure fell to the floor, landing on its knees and palms. It looked up. A flash of lightning illuminated the face.

The face of a beautiful young girl. 

*****

Your knees vibrated when they hit the wooden floor. Water fell from your loose hair that clung to your cheeks. The chances of  the door opening when you pushed on the handle had been low–yet the barrier that kept you victim to the storm fell open and you crashed downward with it. 

Greeting you in this strange hall were several men, their jaws hanging open in a mirror of your own surprise. More men appeared from a side parlor, curious as to who dared intrude on their evening. One, two, three–you counted nine total. Nine men. This was not ideal–a bit terrifying, really–but you didn't have a choice. The storm raged outside.

"P-please," you stammered past chattering teeth "The st-storm overturn-overturned the carriage.” 

The men stayed silent as they exchanged unreadable glances. One raised a questionable brow. 

"Jongdae, go run a bath," ordered the man closest to you. One of the shorter residents nodded and disappeared into the darkness that led into the rest of the manor. 

That's what this place was. A grand old manor, not a castle. Isolated. When you'd first run through the rusted iron gate, you'd feared it abandoned. A long dormant instinct whispered that you might have been better off if it had been. 

The first man approached, each motion slow, deliberate, and hauntingly graceful. He crouched down in front of you and captured your frightened stare. The fear in you began to melt away. He was… beautiful. Obsidian fell over his forehead in gentle waves. His tunic was of a fashion your grandfather would have worn. There was something strange about this man–all of these men. Something... different. 

"Let's get you warmed up." He held his hand out and you were up on your feet before you even realized your fingers were resting on his. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You're safe here. My name is Junmyeon." 

You nodded, somehow believing him, but unsure if you should. Through your violent chattering, you managed to stammer out your name in response. 

Bang! 

You jumped at the sudden noise. One of the other men had somehow appeared behind you to shut the door you'd fallen through. 

"Thank you, Yixing," the man beside you said. The one named Yixing nodded and then shifted his eyes to you. “Come.” A hand pressed into the space between your shoulder blades and guided you down the hall, leaving a trail of mud in your wake.

The man led you down several halls until you reached an unoccupied bedroom. Red blankets draped the oversized bed. Matching curtains hung limply from the canopy. All of the wood was a dark sort, rich in color but not quite welcoming like other, brighter woods. 

Jongdae emerged from another door on the other side of the bedroom. Steam rolled out after him as if it were following him for its next set of orders. “Anything else?” he asked drily. 

“No, thank you.”

Jongdae strolled the from the room without a glance either of you and closed the door behind him. Your breath hitched in your throat. The two of you were… alone. It wasn’t appropriate. It was…

You looked to the man still with you, fear causing your heart to pound painful against your chest. You tugged your cloak closer to you, but it was soaked from the rain. Shivers violently raced down your arms and spine. The man didn’t seem to notice as he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a long white cloth. 

“These should suffice for tonight.” He held up the cloth for you to see. A nightgown. An old one by the cut of it, though thankfully it hadn’t been devoured by moths or mice. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

He visibly suppressed a laugh at your small voice and waved you into the adjoining bathroom. Taking the nightgown, you tried your best to avoid his gaze. You scurried inside and shut the door. 

*****

Junmyeon smirked at your mousy state. It was understandable why you were so frightened. The women of this period were warned of being alone with a man. And now you were alone with nine. 

Nine very dangerous men. 

The proper action for him to take was to leave your room now that you were safe inside the bathroom, but his feet didn’t move. Somehow, the storm had stranded you in their forest. What had happened to the driver, he wondered. Surely a gentlewoman such as yourself was not controlling the carriage. And yet, you were all alone. Circumstances were… ideal.

A small hiss echoed in the bathroom. It stretched out, along with the sound of sloshing water. Junmyeon frowned. 

Hm.

He stood there for a few minutes more, listening to you sigh as your skin grew used to the scalding water. The sound of soap scraping against skin reached his ears, followed by more sloshing water. Soon, you would be getting out of the tub. Time to leave. 

He emerged from the bedroom, careful to close the door as quietly as possible. Everyone had gathered out in the hallway since they were too curious about their visitor to go about their night. Junmyeon found Jongdae blending in with the cluster. He glared at him as he hissed, "The water was too hot." 

Jongdae merely shrugged. Why would he care about water possibly being too hot? It would never hurt him. 

On the opposite end of the group, Yixing cleared his throat. "What are we going to do with her?"

Junmyeon glanced at the door behind him. There was only one best option, for all their sakes. "Tomorrow morning, we will send her on her way." 

The eruption was instant. 

“Enough!”

In an instant, the hissing ceased. 

Baekhyun huffed and folded his arms against his chest, collapsing against the wall. Jongin scoffed. "Such a waste." 

“A waste that will keep this household from tearing itself apart,” Junmyeoun countered. It was an outcome none of them wanted. No one wanted to cause a fight, but resisting was difficult. The temptation was great. The quicker you left, the better off they would all be. 

"Do you really think it’ll end so well?" Minseok’s mocking comment hung in the air. Silent agreements rippled through the air. 

Junmyeon looked to Kyungsoo, whose answer was to look away. "No one touches her," he ordered. They all would try, he knew. But their strength would only get them so far. He stared down a few of them especially, so they knew he meant it.

Sehun pushed off the wall with a roll of his eyes. "Just get her out of here so I can get some peace." 

Junmyeon started to call after him but was interrupted by a soft thud from the room behind him. Confused, he opened the door to find you lying on the floor.

[calimera62]

Disneyland Paris : Phantom Manor

[stargoose-photo]

Manor Park Country Park, West Malling, Kent, England, October 2024.

[stanpines]

⚠️fandom stalker alert! ⚠️

tw; death threats, stalking, harassment

I am making this post warning fandom artists, writers, and individuals in the animation industry to be wary of an individual known to plagiarize, stalk, harass, and run individuals off of their platforms: user taurealis, otherwise known as: Grace, deoxyriibos, Summer’s Crush, astroloqueen, sweetnsasssy, availheuristic#1707 (among many other aliases, additionally listed in the original call-out post)

Grace is a serial cyber stalker, who frequently “befriends” others she admires, only to abuse anonymous features to send hate, creates account after account to send toxicity after being blocked, and frequently lies about having “powerful friends” to evade consequences of her actions.

This user has gone as far as to call areas of employment to spread lies in an attempt to have multiple innocent animators fired, try to manipulate minors to move close to her, send death threats via anon (all anons lead back to the same IP address, which I will not share out of concerns for privacy), and frequently pressures others to meet up in real life. 

(screenshot provided by one of her victims, who was kind enough to allow me to share one of the hateful messages they received)

Multiple industry professionals have been made aware of her actions because she is so notorious for harassing others; many are still too afraid to come forward unless via anon, where you can see multiple testimonies of her behavior.

**If this post shows up on your fandom tag, please be careful, let others know, and stay cautious of her presence in online spaces.**

[princess-ibri]

What if Disney have phantom of the opera,the werewolf,literature of pride and prejudice,

So Disney does/did have a couple of Phantoms already!

The most famous one currently is the vile ghost of Henry Ravenswood, the eponymous phantom of Phantom Manor in Disneyland Paris.

His wiki reads as such: Henry Ravenswood was a transatlantic American man born in 1795. In 1849 Henry established the Big Thunder Mining Company and the town of Thunder Mesa near Big Thunder Mountain after finding gold there and stealing the land from the Shoshone indigenous peoples.

He moved into a grand manor on the highest hill overlooking the town alongside his wife, Martha, and his daughter, Mélanie, whom he was overly protective of. Henry was an obsessive and disciplinarian who believed no man was ever good enough for his Mélanie, and any would-be suitor who believed otherwise perished at his hands

When Ravenswood passed, he was reborn as the malevolent Phantom - a deranged skeletal figure who haunted his old manor.

The day of Mélanie’s wedding, he lured her groom into the attic and violently hung him from the rafters. When Mélanie refused to believe her groom would abandon her so she stayed behind the mansion, waiting for him to return. The Phantom tormented her till the end her days, mocking her for her devotion. After Mélanie's own demise, he continued to torment her and the manor became home to many infernal spirits summoned by their resident clairvoyant.

A thoroughly rotten figure as you can see.

Beyond him though, Disney once had a walk about character in the parks based on the Lon Chaney version of the character

The musical was honored in the French pavilion at Epcot in 2020

And there’s a “roastie-toastie” popcorn machine by the Haunted Mansion that features him as well x)

As for werewolves, the painting called “The Arsonist” in the Haunted Mansion was originally meant to shift and reveal him as a werewolf, so there’s definitely an interesting story going on there!

And finally, per Pride and Prejudice, turns out there’s a children’s picture book of Mickey Mouse and Friends of just that xD

[finest-darkastle]

So many brides!!

[the-bat-bros]

I feel like we don’t talk about Jason in his first few months at the manor enough

I don’t know how to describe it other than - a poor individual suddenly in a massive mansion with everything they could ever want - BUT fear of losing it all. Fear that it’s all too good to be true, that he could be sent back to the streets at any moment. A poverty mindset so he:

- hides leftovers in his room. He can’t fathom waisting food.

- Playing off of that, he’s too scared to go down to the kitchen in the middle of the night when he’s hungry - another reason he hoards leftovers in his room. He’s terrified that he’d get in trouble for eating something outside of mealtime. He won’t even take a snack from the kitchen in the middle of the day. He just eats leftovers from his food stash.

- Bruce gives him an allowance. And he saves a good chunk of, if not all of it, under a floorboard. Or in a box hidden in his closet. He doesn’t want the money to disappear, doesn’t want anyone to take it from him.

- Alfred takes him to the toy store? He looks for sales. Looks for the cheap stuff. He doesn’t want to spend a lot of money.

- The first time he gets sick, he just stays in his room and acts like it’s nothing. When he’s given medicine and taken to the doctor he’s shocked and a bit nervous. He’d never been to a doctor before. And why does medicine taste so nasty?

- What do you mean he has to go to school? All seven days of the week? For the entire day? He can join sports and clubs? But wouldn’t he have to pay for gear/supplies?

- He’s scared to open up at first. He doesn’t trust adults.

Bruce and Alfred have to sit down and have a long talk with him. Reassure him that he’ll never go back to his old life. That he’s safe here. That he’s loved here. He’ll never go hungry, never have to worry about food or money ever again. He can go to school, participate in clubs, whatever he wants to do.

And Jason cries.

After that everything changes. He becomes a goofball. He buys the things he wants. He doesn’t hoard food anymore (which makes Alfred so happy, he doesn’t have to clean up moldy food or have to worry about bugs or mice anymore. He develops a love for reading and goes to the bookstore weekly. He loves helping Alfred in the kitchen, and develops a special bond with him. And he opens up, if only a little bit.

[downi-go]

the sillies! TW:language and cartoonyish blood and wounds

Top is my phalanx/ subterra oc Simon rae. Middle is Levi.d. My oblivion. And bottom is apocalypse. By Drayton manor apocalypse drop tower oc.

and before oblivion and Simon grow to become fond of each other. They start off despising each other. Since he may have shot oblivion straight through the stomach *my coaster OCs. Know as spirits. Cant die. Only be brutally injured ☹️)

He still flirts with her. But she doesn’t really pay it back. until. Some stuff happens. Some one dies. And relationships change 😘

and apocalypse. Just enjoys watching them be dickhead to each other.