#no i will not stop making biblical references in my art

[iskenderix]

be vigilant. i love you

[coryosbaby]

Sour Switchblade … Priest! Vincent Renzi x fem! Reader

Synopsis: She tempts him, just like she did before.

Content Warning . 18, MDNI Age Gap, blasphemy, religious themes & references, a plot with no context, demonic reader? Mutual masturbation, degradation, dom! Vincent

Author’s Notes: what I mean when I say that I need him biblically.

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It starts with the simple art of a short dress and a prayer.

Vincent’s eyes roam to her from across the church pew, blue orbs peeking out through a see of browns, greens, and other blues. His hand adjusts his priests collar as she moves towards the center of the room. Another priest settles a wafer into her mouth, which she takes with a soft tongue. Vincent’s eyes can’t help but wonder down her body after that, as she takes a sip of communion wine.

Her dress, a lacey white thing with puff sleeves, adorned with white tights and thigh high stockings, will surely be the talk of the church going women later. Especially with the way her breasts seem to spill out of the fabric, the red bra that is already showing through threatening to make itself fully known.

Vincent almost can’t breathe.

He knows it’s wrong to look at her like this. He’s a priest, and on top of that, she’s significantly younger— not underage, obviously. Maybe in her early twenties or so. But it still makes the man confess his sins almost every night.

And even with how taboo his stares are, she seem to look at him right back, everytime, exactly the same. Her lashes seem to flutter, her eyes seem to have a glint to them whenever he nervously mumbles a prayer or greeting to her. Even now, as she takes a sip of the red wine, her eyes meet his.

He smiles. She smiles back. The communion is over.

And now, the confession begins.

Vincent sits in the compartment a mere hour later, waiting for her to show up. She always seems to have something to confess when he’s the one in charge and it’s his last shift. Vincent twirls the cross necklace around his neck in anticipation.

It’s a few seconds before he hears the cluttering of the confessional door. Her scent evades his nostrils— sweet vanilla, chocolate, and something earthy underneath. Something that makes Vincent’s eyes want to roll to the back of his head.

“I’m here to confess.”

Her voice is a soft lilt, something tinted with mischief. She’s trouble.

“And what would you like to confess, my child?” Vincent asks. He can hardly see through the film between the two of them, but he sees a flash of white, then red.

“I’ve been bad,” she replies. And then, in almost a whine, “I’ve sinned, father.”

His lips part. His cock kicks underneath his robe, but he’ll have to wait for that— wait for later, when he’s alone in his chambers and can touch his cock freely, in secrecy. Priests are supposed to sustain abstinence— Vincent is no virgin, but since his training and initiation as a priest he hasn’t had sex since. Masturbation is forbidden, but it isn’t something he can control in himself. It plagues him every day.

It’s a lot harder for him than the others, he thinks, to contain his urges when he’s already felt the warmth of a woman’s touch. But he’ll try this time. He won’t make another mistake. By God, he won’t.

“What have you done?”

“I’ve been…” she pauses, sighing, and he hears the rustling of fabric. He wonders what she’s doing on the other side of that barrier. “I’ve been having these… dreams, father. Dreams where…”

Vincent clenches his jaw, his palm gripping his cock through his confines. By God, he’s a sick, perverted man.

“We all have dreams,” Vincent says gently. “Dreams that may help us along our path. What have you dreamt about, child?”

He’s shaky as he says the last line, hopes of her lying to him furrowing in his chest. Hopes of her leaving it alone, this entire thing. This entire game.

God does not come through for him. Perhaps he doesn’t want to, or perhaps he can’t. Perhaps she is the one to stop him.

“I’ve dreamt of you, Father Renzi.”

Vincent’s head tilts back, a small gasp leaving his throat. His hips buck against his hand. No no no no..

“What do these dreams entail?” He asks, breathless. He can hear the amused tone in her voice.

“You start out by giving me communion,” she explains. “You hold the wafer out so I can put it into my mouth, but instead it’s your tongue that lands against mine.”

Vincent’s eyes clench shut. His hand moves against its own accord. God help him. She continues with a drawn out, airy lilt.

“You touch me in a special place. It feels so good that I cry out your name like a praise. It makes me tingle all over, makes me lose all control,” and then, with a pause as she hears Vincent’s robes lifting, “Do you have dreams like that, Father?”

His cock is straining against his dress pants when the robe’s hem is pulled to the top of his thighs.

“I do,” he admits, popping the button on his pants. He’s hypnotized, her smell and the image of her body in his mind making him lose it. “I have them often, little one.”

And it’s true. He dreams of her painted in red and white, dreams of her, a she demon, on top of his body, writhing. Him, hands curling against her skin, under her spell. She is his temptation, and Vincent is sure that she will be his destruction.

She’s just as desperate as him now. He can tell because she lets out a sweet, sultry whine, a wet sound reverberating throughout the small compartment.

“Vincent,” she lets out, keening. He doesn’t remember if he told her his first name, but he has a feeling she figured it out either way. He groans, thankful that the church is nearly empty now since the service had just ended.

“espèce de petite prostituée. What would your parents think?” You little harlot.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asks, ignoring him. And then, after a wet sound and a cry, “I’m.. I’m touching myself too, Vince. I’m so wet.”

His hand slips past the waistband of his pants and he dips it inside. Wet, warm flesh and pleasure behind his eyelids emerges as he strokes himself up and down and catches a whiff of her natural scent.

“Fuck,” he grunts, arousal pooling in his lower abdomen. “Cheríe, what are you doing to me?” Sweetheart.

She lets out a tiny giggle, scissoring her fingers inside herself as she hears the man beside her fall apart. Vincent is her favorite— he gives her the most fun she’s ever had.

“My fingers are inside, Father,” she whimpers. “Fuck, I’m so warm.”

Vincent’s cock, red and tip dripping pearls of sweet arousal, slaps against his stomach when he finally gathers the nerve to pull his pants and underwear down past his thighs. He spits into his palm before stroking himself again.

“You are unholy,” Vincent states, though his mouth falls open when he hears the increasing sound of her wetness. “Fucking yourself like this, like a dirty whore… your cunt is drenched, isn’t it, chérie?” Sweetheart.

She grasps the side of the confessional, heat spreading up her neck and down to her toes. None of them have ever made her feel like this.

“Yes,” she says, rubbing the bundle of nerves in between her cunt lips. She’s close. “Father… sir. I want your cock.”

Visions come to Vincent’s mind, plagued thoughts of her kneeling down and taking him into her mouth, of him choking all words out of her. His cock thrusting into her roughly, stretching out her tiny hole and bringing her to her peak over and over. That would be her punishment for teasing him, for being such a godless creature. He would ruin her, just as she’s ruined him.

“You want it, yes? You want me to stretch your little cunt and leave your legs shaking,” he chuckles, almost darkly. She brings out the worst in him. “You want my seed dripping down your thighs, putain de salope.” You fucking slut.

She cries out, legs spreading further as she nears closer and closer to her peak. Vincent continues to speak, almost as close as she is.

“Your cunt in my mouth. Licking you, tasting you..” and then, with a delicious whisper, “Chérie, how do you taste?” Sweetheart.

That last sentence has the girl seizing up, her pussy spasming as her orgasm overtakes her. Sweet arousal gushes around her fingers, thighs, and underneath the seat below her. Her eyes roll back and she cries, “Vincent!” like a prayer.

This has the man on the other side whining, his teeth biting into his wrist as he spills over his fist with a loud grunt. He fucks himself through his orgasm, hearing her precious sounds overcoming him like a heavenly sin.

When the man comes down, his spend is drying on his hand and pants.

He sighs, satisfied and spent. He’ll have to confess this later, won’t he?

Maybe it’s best if he doesn’t.

Her voice rings out, smooth and teasing.

“Until next time, Father Renzi.”

He hears the open and closing of the confessional door, and out she goes like Lilith with her wings.

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy

[onedaughterofman]

Untitled vignette #3 (Papa Emeritus III x Omega ghoul)

Summary: Terzo begs Omega to stay the night.

Warnings/tags: Angst. Forbidden love. Biblical references here and there. Around 2K words.

A/N: Help me, Terzo is pointing a gun to my face. He's forcing me to write this, guys. (Actually @coreyvoss and @vanmec amazing art has made me fall for these two and now I can't stop)

“I have to go back.”

“Stay.”

It’s pitch black in the bedroom, but Terzo doesn’t feel fear. A long time ago he learnt not to fear the darkness, but to embrace it as an old friend. In the light, his eyes have seen innumerable and incommensurable horrors, while in the dark he’s felt nothing but a warm welcoming.

Just like the silk bedsheets hug his naked body, the shadows drape in a comforting hold.

“You know I can’t.”

“Even if I order you to?”

The silence is oppressive, loud. Outside, the wind howls and dances around the trees, mixing with the cicadas’ eternal song. Terzo’s white eye, the one that marks his connection to the Emeritus’ lineage and his status as one of the chosen ones, shines bright as a warning.

If he decides to cast his order, the faint glow will become a shining, blinding light that will consume the darkness of the room.

In front of him, Omega tilts his head. There’s something on his pupils, a strong emotion Terzo can’t decipher no matter how hard he tries to. “You wouldn’t. You know I don’t like that.”

“Well, of course,” it’s the reply. Terzo’s voice is full of air, barely audible over the whistle of the wind. “You’re not my servant, after all.”

The bed frame creaks when the ghoul’s weight shifts. He sits up, letting the purple sheets fall from his torso and hung around his waist. Terzo’s fingers dart out to him, curl around the other’s forearm and squeeze until he can feel the twitch of muscle under the heated skin. “I still want you to stay.”

“I can’t.”

Like an unpleasant dream, the scenario always repeats itself. Terzo’s logical mind knows what they are doing is forbidden, a taboo, a punishable and shameful act. To have sex with a ghoul for ritualistic purpose is allowed, but not to lay with them in any other context.

More so, it’s unheard of a human, of a Papa to develop any kind of feelings towards them. The ghouls are servants, soldiers, they are followers lessen than humans. In hell, they are low rank creatures who feed off human’s energy like parasites.

To rest in bed with one, limbs tangled and fingers intertwined, is an offence. To cling onto them with tenderness and a heart heavy with love is even worse.

It doesn’t matter. Terzo is not one to follow ancient beliefs or hear the words of closed-minded elders. Still, Omega is tied to the rules, bound by a relatively clear contract.

“People won’t speak, and I’ll lie if they ask. I’ll say we were performing a sex magik spell, gathering energy for the upcoming full moon’s ritual. Whatever.”

A cloud of condensation forms in the air when Omega exhales slowly. He sighs, a hand moving to rub at his mask. Even without being able to observe his face, Terzo knows there’s a displeased expression on it. “I can’t see you without the Papal paint on.”

“Why not? Is that too blasphemous? Too profane?” Terzo teases, moving to sit up.“Will Lucifer himself strike you down with his unholy wrath?”

“Sathanas,” the ghoul corrects, voice gentle. There’s the ghost of a smile on his tone. “King Sathanas is the wrath one, according to you humans.”

“Right. Lucifer is pride. Sathanas, then?”

For a long moment, Omega stays in silence. Terzo’s nails absentmindedly trace patterns on the dark skin of his arms, travelling up and down and sending shivers across the demon’s spine.

That’s the thing with human vessels. They remain sensitive to pain and pleasure, in a way that a demon’s body is not. Being able to possess this carrier is a luxury someone like him can only achieve by making a pact with The Clergy. “King Asmodeus might laugh,” he replies, after a beat. “For my love would be stronger than my lust.”

“Oh, what a shame.”

Terzo’s bare chest moves when he exhales, air exiting his lungs in a series of hollow chuckles. There’s no genuine feeling behind his laugh, noting but an empty resignation. He knows the world of demons is and will always remain mostly a mystery for a simple human. It doesn’t matter if he’s Papa, or if he has studied scrolls after scrolls of mythology and occultism.

They belong to different worlds. Like the horizon doesn’t touch the ground, the earthly realm will never cross the infernal one. Any type of contact is only an illusion, a longing desire between the two of them. It’s in that infinite but minimal space where Terzo finds Omega, where he clings to him.

The ghoul’s voice is a low purr in his chest when he speaks up again. “But King Asmodeus is a hypocrite. You heard the story, right? From the Book of Tobit.”

“I barely recall it. Just some nonsense old men used to spew at me when I was around five years old.”

“It’s an old tale. More ancient than me.”

Terzo laughs. “That’s a lot.”

“You’re not young yourself, in human years.”

Even if he tries to appear upset, Terzo knows Omega is right. He has gotten old, something he both despises and dreads. When he was younger, he used to believe he’d never live to this age. Now, to be this old and still under the claws of The Clergy…

That’s shameful. He has become a conformist, someone who will go up a stage, sing and dance round and round for any resemblance of power and authority.

It’s all a lie, a deceit. A Papa is only a figurehead with no substantial power. He’s a marionette, a puppet with no visible strings. “Continue,” Terzo urges, through clenched teeth.

If Omega notices something is wrong, at least he doesn’t mention it. His arm moves, slithers over the other’s shoulders to pull him closer. Terzo’s skin is cold, naturally running at a lesser temperature that the one a demon can reach. “The tale says King Asmodeus used to haunt a woman. He killed anybody who dared to spose her, before they even managed to consummate the marriage. They said the King was infatuated with her, or simply rejoiced in the pain he caused.”

“That sounds like something people would say.”

“It does. To humans, infernal creatures are only monsters.”

Omega is right. Through history, the infernal divine has been painted as naturally evil, cursed. Demons have become nothing but bottom feeders, destroyers of the world and torturers of innocents. It’s a shame, because Terzo finds so much beauty in them, so many extraordinary qualities that humans can’t even dream to posses.

Breathing out, Terzo’s body falls onto his companion.“I find them quite charming, myself.”

“I know.”

“So? What happened then?”

“A human named Tobias, advised by archangel Raphael, married the woman.” Behind the mask, the demon’s eyes are lost in the distance. Terzo can see his dark pupils tremble, as if he could witness the scene developing right in front of him. “He tricked King Asmodeus into getting away from her, and then Archangel Raphael ambushed and sent him back to Hell.”

“Right, a tale as old as time. The dear angels always win over the wicked ones.”

Outside, the wind falls back into a faint whisper. It feels as if it has become full of their secrets, carefully lowering its voice to keep them safe and sound, away from prying ears.

Deep within the silence, Terzo muses over his words. “What happened, really?” He asks, and his tone is extremely mellow, too delicate.

“I don’t know. The King would be dead and gone before anybody hears it from him, but… stories fly around. Some think he grew attached to the woman and he killed her suitors because their lust for her was far more stronger than the love they felt.”

“He has a heart, then. One that wept for a woman.”

Without warning, Omega’s palm falls on his face. The pressure is surprising but not unwelcomed. Terzo’s fingers curl on the thick wrist, noting the size difference between the two of them. “Don’t say it out loud. He’ll overhear you,” the ghoul warns, but there’s a glint of amusement coating his sentences.

“I think a King of Hell has more important things to do than to mind little old me.”

Cold air hits Terzo’s skin when Omega’s hand drops from his face. There’s a remnant of smudged black and white paint on his palm, and Terzo tries to whip it away with the pad of his thumb. The ghoul stays in silence, lips tight and jaw locked. “You believe yourself so untouchable all the time,” he sighs. “Often I worry.”

“Luckily I have my own demon to take care of me.” The tease in his voice is way subtler than Terzo wanted it to be. For a long moment, he considers what to say and when he finally speaks there’s something thick coating his throat. Is it fear? Is it angst? “Will you kill them, Omega? Anyone who dares to try and bring harm to me?”

In slow motion, Omega’s head turns to stare at him. Even in the darkness, Terzo can recognize the heavy weight of his burning gaze. He doesn’t need to see it to believe it’s there. He’d recognize it anywhere, with eyes opened or closed, here and in the end of the world.

“If it were for me, no one would touch you.”

The sharp nails barely graze his cheekbone. Omega’s hand lingers above his face, floating in the air as if he was afraid to fully touch him, offering nothing but a fleeting caress. To have a monster, full of pointy teeth and long claws, handle him so carefully makes Terzo tremble deep inside.

Omega treats him like he’s precious, fragile even. He treats him as if he was something divine, a god among humans. For the first time in his life, when he’s with his ghoul, Terzo feels worshipped for who he is and not for who he’s supposed to be.

To Omega, he’s not an empty figurehead. He’s divine.

“Stay,” Terzo pleads, when the fingers begin to move away from him. The imploring tone of his voice is one that he uses for no one, that no one else shall hear. “Leave before the sun rises, if that’s what you want. In the dark, we’re free.”

“I’ll be gone before the morning,” Omega forewarns, letting his body fall on the pillow.

Even upon hearing those words, Terzo still clings to his wrist."I’ll keep the Papal paint on,” he rapidly comments, in an effort to disperse the emotions that contaminate the air. An insolent smile stretches his lips. “No profanities under this unhallowed ground.”

“I like you better with your paint on.”

“And I like you better with the mask on.”

The sound of laughter echoes through the carefully decorated room. Over the time, Terzo has filled the place with trinkets and paintings, with everything and anything that caught his eye. It was all in an effort to make that place feel more like a home and less like a prison.

Omega’s body is too warm. Terzo’s exposed skin feels on fire, but he endures the heat as he leans even closer, draping around the other. When the demon’s breathing is slow and peaceful, he decides it’s time to shatter the silence.“What happened to the woman?”

For a few seconds, Omega merely ponders on what to say. “She married a man, and they lived together under the glory and misericord of god, until the end of their days.”

“A boring, tragic fate.”

“Not everybody can love a demon.”

A soft, languish sound exits from the ghoul’s throat. Even with the mask concealing his face, Omega seems plagued by dread. A demon like him shouldn’t be capable of experiencing such raw emotions, for that is the fate of the humans.

Still, hidden in the shadows and embraced by the one who will become his downfall, Omega allows himself to dream. In the morning, he’ll deny it, but now…

Now he dreams, eyes closed and arms open.

Before the sleep overcomes them, Terzo’s voice rises again. “I’d say not everybody is lucky enough to be loved by one,” he comments, narrowing his eyes too.

Protected by the deep darkness, no Emeritus’ eye casting a judging glow and no kings of hell laughing at their misfortune, they rest in ephemeral bliss.

PS: I don't know what to say, except I'd die for them and I'm a sucker for big scary monsters falling in love with a human.

[that-one-depressed-author]

I can’t really believe that I’m posting this at…

*checks time*

1:47 AM!

But, I’m tired of being silent and now have the motivation and energy to come forward!

I’m here to share my experience with Melody (yanderelmk)!

Let it be known that I could not write, draw, or even look at myself in the mirror after this happened for a good month!

Hello, everyone! Those of you from the Yandere!LMK Discord Server may remember me as Goat! In this post, I will be discussing my experience with the server and its owner, Melody. I want to go ahead and tell you all to not bother Melody or her blog, instead, go straight for the block button. This post is just meant to be a cautionary tale and hopefully provide insight and validation to those she is near or has hurt.

Here's a bit of context to the events leading up to my ban from Melody’s server. I had been stalking Melody’s blog for a little bit before I joined the server, and when I saw the Shauna situation, I felt like I needed to respond. I also have extreme bipolar disorder and ADHD, and even I didn't respond the way Shauna did. So, after making an anon emoji combination for Melody’s blog, I joined the server.

When I joined, I was a social anxiety-ridden mess, but I was welcomed with open arms. My own trauma from past friend groups clouded the already well-hidden red flags. Looking back, I noticed some things.

I noticed that when I first joined the server, everything I sent (drawings, writings, character-inspired makeup, etc.) was showered with love and praise. But the longer I was there, it slowed to a stop. Meanwhile, everyone who was close to Melody and in her inner circle got most of the attention and praise. I may be petty, but I am not jealous.

I noticed that Melody did little to talk about people causing problems and simply watched from the side. When someone was saying that their character would unalive mine because I shipped mine with the same character, Melody said nothing to stop it in the channel. But, later during a private call, she admitted she was watching it happen and didn't know whether or not to step in. As the server owner, she and her moderators should try and keep the peace when she sees something wrong.

And finally, I noticed that Melody had a bad habit of bringing up things that happened somewhere else where they didn't need to be brought up. Which leads me to my next topic: the events leading up to and the reason for my ban.

A little while before my ban, someone (I don’t remember who) had sent some Twitter fan art of the LMK characters as FNAF animatronics. And we all reacted positively, a few of us including myself talking about making it an AU.

So, Melody hosted a role play. I had used one of my OCs for this little role play, mainly her human design. We went for a few hours and when we had to stop, it was six in the morning.

Now, I had not slept for the past two days and was ready to pass out on my couch after a few after-role-play messages. I believe we had started talking about what our OCs would be like in a FNAF!AU and I had brought up one of my ocs whom I made with a group of friends and was the embodiment of lust.

Someone had mentioned and compared my OC to Asmodeus, the biblical king of lust. In my delirious, sleep-deprived state, I had incorrectly worded my message. I had said that I would say Asmodeus was a former sin of lust and my OC was the current one.

This was not what I had meant, I had meant using the name Asmodeus as a reference, not the actual biblical figure. And even then, I would have shortened it to make it even more of a reference. (ex: Ozzie, Azzy, Moudes, etc.) But, for some unknown reason to me, Melody had an issue with this.

She started an argument with me about how Asmodeus was from Christian religion and that it was offensive to Buddhism or something. I’m gonna be honest, the details are a bit fuzzy. In an effort to make me look like the bad guy, she brought up another set of OCs me and my friend group had made that were based around the Ten Commandments. (Also, I didn’t even use the biblical Ten Commandments because those are paragraphs, I used the ones from the Seven Deadly Sins anime!) These OCs were mentioned in that same private call outside the server!

Melody, being more awake than me, sent several messages in quick succession, not allowing me to get a word in or get my thoughts together. And as always, the person who could get more of a word in wins. Me, being half awake and ready to fall asleep, told Melody I was going to bed and would continue to talk about this later because I was tired and didn’t feel like arguing with her.

I woke up at around five in the afternoon and decided to go into the server and apologize for how I acted and let Melody know I was ready to talk. Only to find the server missing from the list.

Confused, I went to check Melody’s Tumblr blog to see if something happened or if I was banned by mistake. Instead, I found that Melody had made a post about banning me over a picrew I had made.

I will admit, the picrew was BDSM themed and it did include Nezha. But, I was not the first person to send it nor was I the only one who participated. Melody herself participated with one of her OC and Macaque. I will also admit that I forgot to spoil the picrew I made due to being tired.

However, I am not here to get into the ‘NeZhA iS tWeLvE’ debate. I'm here to share what I experienced with Melody and her server.

Here's what could've been done instead of straight-up banning me: talking to me about the image and asking me to spoil or delete it! I was given no warning of my ban, only waking up to it and seeing the post about it! She had made no effort to message me or inform me!

Alright, now that you have all of the info and my side of the story, time for a little analysis. I am a major psychology lover due to my own mental problems and I adore learning about the human mind.

Melody’s two nicknames in her server are ‘Queen’ and ‘Mother’. She is not either of these things.

A queen looks after her subjects, a mother looks after her children. Melody, on the surface, appears to look after the people in her server. But as someone who's seen beneath that surface and experienced people like this long before I met her, she is anything but.

Melody invites people into her server, welcomes them, and smothers them with affection. Then, when they aren't so new anymore, she winds to a stop and focuses on the people in her inner circle.

Melody watches over above, looking at everything and everyone in her server with the eye of a hawk. Waiting and biding her time for them to give her a reason.

Then, when she gains that person’s trust, makes them let down their walls around her, she sees them do something she doesn't like, and she finally has her reason. She strikes.

She removes them from the safe environment she builds around them and feeds them to the wolves. She takes mentally unwell people and puts them in an unsafe environment where they can be harmed.

She wounds them so they aren't thinking straight and baits them to lash out with posts on her Tumblr blog so she can paint herself as the victim. And once they do lash out, she links the places where people can attack them in the form of a ‘call-out’.

Have you noticed the fact that everyone Melody bans and posts about, deletes their blog? Now, I am not excusing these people's actions. But, no one should be put in an unsafe environment where they can be harassed and threatened.

In fact, I’m sure I would’ve been in a similar situation had I not gotten a hold of a close friend of mine. She comforted me, calmed me down, and distracted me from Melody. Her support and love allowed me to be the bigger person and not respond, blocking Melody and removing the problem.

But, I’m stubborn and tired of being the bigger person.

Melody is a manipulator and an abuser.

Let my story be a cautionary tale on these kinds of people. And, don’t harass Melody over this. If you do, you’re no better than her. Instead, go straight for the block button.

[trecciolinoooooo]

hi, my name is Giorgia but you can also call me Ilindissë (is my quenya name) (actually Neithan is good too), I'm 19, aroace and I'm from north Italy

I'm an aries ascendant cancer

I'm studying architecture, I really like drawing, singing (I'm a soprano) and crochet, also I play the guitar and I'm a cosplayer

I mainly make fanart but sometimes I write fanfiction too

people make me very anxious I apologize if I don't always replay (I also apologize since I'm self conscious that I have a terrible character)

I'm literally obsessed with Tolkien and the silmarillion fandom is my main fandom (my @ is referring to Fingon)

my fav character of all times is Maglor

my main kins are Homura Akemi, Alone (Hades) and Marcille Donato

I like angst👍

fandoms I'm in:

✶ dungeon meshi

✶ Tolkien (mainly Silmarillion)

✶ game of thrones (reading asoiaf)

✶ Saint Seiya (and Lost Canvas)

✶ Madoka magica

✶ kimetsu no yaiba

✶ jujutsu kaisen

other interests:

✶ D&D

✶ angels (mainly the biblically accurate ones)

✶ Benvenuto Cellini

✶ history of art

✶ Dante and Boccaccio

✶ Middle Age

✶ ancient music and strange instruments

✶ metal (mainly Evanescence and soad)

✶ create stories (@elin-thebat can confirm)

✶ @lil-tina and @sayakyo always says I have an hyperfixation with trains but that's not true I swear Chiara stop saying this/j

this is me if you even care ( @sayakyo gifted me the plushie :3)

I hope we'll be friends :)

[pevensiechase]

Hi Lexi!!

*finger gun 👉* *attempt at a threatening voice*: this is a robbery, hand over your thoughts about TTPD. (pls 🥺)

I wanna know what you thought of it, what was your favourite song? Most hated song? Theories about lore? Blorbo connections? General impressions?

Oh gosh, I have THOUGHTS

Favorite song: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart and Peter

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ICDIWABH is just so...I love it. Such a mood. Also very sad. My favorite part is "I cry a lot, but I am so productive. It's an art." Also, I LOVE how they have the counting from her in-ears to symbolize The Eras Tour.

AND PETER. It's so bittersweet. And also makes me think of Jason Todd. It gave me a fic idea, and it's been on brainrot rotate for a few days.

Most hated song:

I really don't like doing this, but probably Guilty as Sin? Idk, the biblical references/heresy and innuendos just kinda make me uncomfortable.

Theories about lore:

Idk if this is lore but in How Did It End? Okay, so this one is people asking how it ended (assuming her relationship with Joe), but I also hear it as she's asking herself and Joe how? Like, how could it end? How could it have ended? They were going so well, how could it have ended? Because she thought he was her forever.

And I can't stop thinking about how much she wanted to get married. Like, were they engaged? Did he break it off?

Also, idc what people say, I can't believe that Down Bad is about Matty Healy. He doesn't deserve a heartbroken love song like that to be about him.

Blorbo connections:

I've already connected Peter to Jason in my head. Cassandra as Cass Cain, and Robin as all the Robins. I saw a post saying "don't listen to Robin and imagine Dick singing it to Jason" so that made me sad.

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? reminds me of Dick because there are a lot of mirrorball parallels.

General Impressions:

Don't @ me, I'm gonna tear it apart a little bit.

I'm so sick of Jack Antonoff's synth.

A lot of Midnights, 1989 Vault, and TTPD sound THE SAME. And I know, I know, Taylor knows what she is doing, and she trusts Jack, but I'm tired of that freakin' synth. Jack is good, but can bro change it up a bit?

I listened to it all the way through with my friends, so I didn't really have a lot of time to unpack everything *insert John Mulaney "now we don't have time to unpack all that" meme*

But, a lot of them just...didn't make an impression on me. I thought I was gonna like Florida!!! because I like Florence + the Machine, but it just...idk, Flo's voice didn't feel right to me.

I have no memory of the first three songs.

THE BABY LINE IN But Daddy I Love Him. Oh my gosh, that took me out.

I like the Anthology better than the original release.

Overall, the witchy/biblical references kinda weirded me out a bit.

I honestly feel bad for her. She's going through it. The songs are kind of all over the place, and I feel like that kinda represents her mental state. It's a bit unsettling though.

Idk, I didn't like it as much as I thought I would, but there are a few songs that stood out.

[zoology]

been listening to DAMN nearly every day for the past few weeks, i probably haven't listened to it multiple times per day since my last year of high school, but it's on my mind again. great album to have on while driving. i keep coming back to the song fear. when i first obsessively listened to this album, i came away with the thought: "wow, it's pretty cool that kendrick is an atheist!" i was surprised to look it up and find that he's a pretty devout christian. DAMN resonates with me a lot as an atheist and former christian. i don't say this to demean or undermine his faith, i applaud him for expressing doubt and vulnerability which many christians refuse to even think about, but rather as an example of how even very personal art can have different interpretations under different lenses.

i keep coming back to fear and wondering what the intention of the song is. death of the artist blah blah blah, but i am genuinely curious about what this song means to kendrick. the bleak and disturbing lyrics about a parent beating their child, threatening a seven-year-old and saying "you gon fear me if you don't fear no one else," juxtaposed with a rambling voice message from kendrick's cousin explaining that he as a Black person is being punished by god because some of his ancestors hundreds of years ago weren't christian, and society as a whole is not devoutly christian enough, but god still loves us all as a father even as he "chastises us." insert some black hebrew israelite shit here. why, god, why, god, do i gotta suffer? it always came across to me as very purposeful, very stark, very obvious. knowing that he was still devoutly religious seemed shocking to me after sitting with this song. obviously he is a complicated human being who can do whatever he wants and feel whatever way he wants, but it just does seem contradictory in some way as an outsider atheist.

the black hebrew israelite references throughout the album initially came across to me as critical, first being mentioned in yah as he expresses apathy and exhaustion towards fame, and again being explored in fear in a voice memo from carl juxtaposed with descriptions of a physically and emotionally abusive parent beating their young child while god is compared to a parental figure. it seemed to me like a cynical take on the religious movement, but his interview with rolling stone about DAMN made me scratch my head a little:

Your cousin Carl is a member of the Hebrew Israelites, who believe that African-Americans are the true descendants of the biblical Israelites. Carl pops up in a voicemail on “FEAR.” You call yourself an Israelite on the album. How much of his theology have you embraced, and how much of it is just you playing with the ideas? Everything that I say on that record is from his perspective. That’s always been my thing. Always listen to people’s history and their background. It may not be like mine, it may not be like yours. It was taking his perspective on the world and life as a people and putting it to where people can listen to it and make their own perspective from it, whether you agree or you don’t agree. That’s what I think music is for. It’s a mouthpiece.

So what’s your opinion about the idea that Carl brings up, that black people are cursed by God as per Deuteronomy? That shit’s truth. There’s so many different ways to interpret it, but it’s definitely truth when you’re talking about unity in our community and some of the things we have no control over. Where there’s fighting against the government, where there’s fighting against our own political views, there’s always a higher being, right there willing to stop it.

It could be argued that blaming a curse from God kind of excuses a racist system. Right. You take it how you wanna take it. The conversation’s there. We can sit and talk about it all day. I do, all day [laughs].

so, fear is from his cousin carl's perspective and may not necessarily reflect kendrick's own views, but i'm a little concerned about how there's no acknowledgement of the rampant antisemitism or regressive conspiracy theories in the BHI movement. it doesn't seem to be an outright condemnation (con DAMN nation .... remember when everyone thought he was gonna make damn the squeakquel and instead he just released the same album with a backwards tracklist. that still makes me giggle. i am not immune to kendrick conspiracy theories either i was briefly losing my mind on r/darkkenny a few months ago) of the very real and dangerous problems within the movement, but i could generously interpret the contrast between the narrative of an abusive parent & the message about god punishing racial minorities as a criticism of religious fanaticism in general? i really don't know what to make of it.

i'd like to hope for the best. it seems pessimistic to me to resign yourself to the belief that god is punishing you and your race for decisions people you never met hundreds of years ago made, but my perspective may be limited as a white person and an explicit positive atheist. i do like the acknowledgement that there are many different interpretations of this verse and that a biblical curse does not excuse inaction. i really wish i could just talk to kendrick myself about this because i would be extremely curious to learn more, but i doubt that could ever happen lol.

either way, i keep returning to DAMN and angrily remembering my time in the church as he laments on feel that everybody wants him to pray for them but nobody's praying for him, as he asks god why he as to suffer ... other than the religious themes the album is cathartic as someone with my ... emotional problems. concerta has helped me reduce stress and be calmer, but i don't know if i can ever stop being bipolar or obsessive-compulsive. it's nice to listen to pride in my car and think oh, kendrick, we're really in it now. xxx is still probably my very favorite song of his, even more than wesley's theory ....... actually, probably not more than wesley's theory. that song kicks ass. really speaks to me when i'm hypomanic. God i fucking love thundercat

[nicosraf]

Hello!! Not sure if this is a dumb ask but what is the rose of Sharon in the biblical sense? And what was your thought process when deciding to use it for the scene ? And thank you for writing abm it’s a great book!

Not a dumb ask at all!!! The "Rose of Sharon" is from the Song of Songs/Solomon. It's debated what the exact meaning is and what it's purpose in the passage it comes from is.

Here are two translations of it:

A Country Girl in a Palace 1 I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys. The Beloved 2 Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. (Song of Solomon 2:1-2, NKJV)

Young Woman 1 I am the spring crocus blooming on the Sharon Plain,     the lily of the valley

Young Man 2 Like a lily among thistles     is my darling among young women. (Song of Solomon 2:1-2, NLT)

So the Song of Solomon is the erotic book in the Bible — basically, it's a celebration of love between man and woman, and it's explicitly sexual. Here is another passage, which you might notice is a little similar to certain ABM lines:

How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices! 11 Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon. 12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, (Song of Solomon 4:10-12, NKJV)

The lines in ABM that I'm remembering:

Gabriel: He opened you like a citrus and planted a garden of budding flowers inside.

Lucifer: Michael, Michael, Michael, I want to say it forever, I can’t stop, it’s sweeter than honey on my tongue.

Michael: I feel drunk. Your mouth— When you were created, your lips must have been laced with liquor.

Interlude: I want to be soil. I want to be wet earth, needy to be sowed.

So, I'm really inspired by the Song of Solomon, clearly. I have an ugly relationship with it though, too personal to talk about. I've read a million times about the book being a representation of Jesus (and, thus, God) and the Church's relationship as comparable to marriage and, in this case, sexual union. (I have a lot of feelings about God as a sexualized being in the Bible, as you might guess.) But, at the surface and in the minds of most Bible readers, it's just a celebration of cisheterosex and little else.

There's 2 main reasons I included it in ABM:

An explicit reference to the Song of Solomon. Turning the celebration of cishet sex around into a messy queer sex scene. You could call it reclamation, I think.

"The Rose of Sharon" is associated with hibiscus flowers. In case you've never seen one:

Flower imagery has historically been associated (in erotic poetry/art) with vulvas, but I like to turn that around, also, and turn it into phallic imagery. (This is why I say "pistil of a flower" in the Interlude, too, by the way, which I think is extra fun: the pistil is the female part of the plant, but it looks phallic. Associating that to angels makes it extra genderqueer I think)

Thank you for reading ABM! I'm glad you liked it :) Sorry my thought process is kinda crazy. I get lost in my head a bit with this stuff

[tranquilspot]

[S] STRIFE!

Ha ah! Halloween season jumpscare~ You thought you'd seen the last of me (and this liveblog)!

This 'fight' is funny and laughable. It isn't really to be taken seriously. DAD lighting the candles on the cake can be seen as threatening (and dangerous!) if you was none the wiser that is. It's the boy's birthday, and his dad is aggressively celebrating it. Makes me wonder if strifing really is a custom in Homestuck, or if it's specific for the universes that will play SBURB/SGRUB. Whichever is the case, it's a mock battle is this situation. Or perhaps ageing IS threatening to John. Adulthood (or rather adolescence here) is a scary thing.

Colors, logic, art appreciation

I can't stop appreciating the art style and the dedication to its scarce (for now) details.

Like here, the very moment the candles are lit the flames go bworh! (damn and all at once?)

That's a transition frame, right? So neat. The nuance between the predominant black and white style and the colors is well-done. Less is more. The 'STRIFE!' logo thingy appears (two colors, kinda echoing to the candles. Flames = threat; but also Rochefoucault's quote from earlier?! hmm thoughts for later) and we have a brand new concept shown to us: Strife options. Aggrieve and abjure. By the way neon green and sky blue goes well together, it almost hints at John's and Jade's exchanged colors duality. Color theory is great once you get the hang of it! Aggrieving is offending someone. Rather than a physical attack, it suggest an emotional one. "I don't want your overwhelming love dad, or your stupid cake". Something among those lines. Also, he's such a dork making those movements with his hands. It looks like pseudo kung fu moves. He attacks and a lot more green appears on screen. Freakin' love the flash game effect on the background, and the simplified Slimer looming behind John, as if it was his familiar/symbolic beast having his back. Comical and kinda scary, with his ridiculous small eyes and large mouth. So he strikes, and is auto-pastried which is a pun on Auto-parry, a term and running gag from its predecessor Problem Sleuth. Still on my color observations (what can I say, I'm an artist that love art) this AUTO-PASTRY! is magenta kinda (but not really) close to the batterwitch's fuchsia. Guess I was too eager with that one. However it's nice to see there's different hue of the same color

The flashing dual color thing will also be used later for kernelsprites and ^2 sprites (this duo is Jasperosesprite^2's). The joker magnet echoes to the 'auto-pastry!' text, emphasizing the fact that the cake has comical properties.

Then he slides back into his previous position, simple and efficient (battle and artistic choice wise). If Aggrieve was an offensive and active tactic, Abjure is its opposite.

But before he reacts, it's DAD's turn to attack with a RPG naming system, like the Final Fantasy series (probably a tribute). 'Guardian Rubric: Coddlebrand'. Rubric is a title, but can also be a rule or a explanatory note (school). Is 'guardian' here a category or is he actually grading John on the spot? Perhaps the remaining word will shed some light.

Coddle is overprotecting, so that's what John could rejecting. Brand is a label, so is it a category or insincere 'marketing'. Depends on the point of view we position ourselves: Dad's or John's.

But here's a succinct (even subliminal) text that appears during the cake attack: 'Dotesmite!' What does it could mean? *do some research* Ooooh I see. Crushed by fatherly affection. Smite is hit, but according to world reference there's also a biblical meaning: kill/strike down. John in itself is a biblical name, but I don't see Dad Egbert being cruel to his son. He ain't Abraham. From there there's not much left to do in this flash. I'll just note that the movement effect during the Abjuring is reminiscent of John's windy powers, the blue and yellow colors coincident with his future God Tier outfit. Harmonious improvisation on Hussie part, for sure. Welp! We're done with this first Strife flash. It's writing was very laborious for unknown reasons and I'm very very sorry for 2 months of inactivity. Thank you for your patience, and I'll see you soon for the rest of Act 1. —> Coming soon

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 1.8 Review: Kelvin's testicles, Jesse's butt, and ancient Philistine penises

In the last episode, Scotty kidnapped Gideon and Jesse, forced them to open the church vault, and stole the Easter offering money, incidentally confessing that he had been in love with Gideon.  Judy and BJ had a breakup scene, but Kelvin and Keefe barely appeared.  In Episode 1.8,, their romance is centric. 

An Old Man's Dick:  It's still Easter evening.  After dropping off Judy at her house, Baby Billy asks Tiffany "Who wants to suck an old man's dick?" She goes down on him while they are driving down dark country roads near the estate.  Suddenly Scotty, driving away with the money he stole, runs a stop sign and crashes into their car!   They are unharmed, but Scotty is near death (Tiffany finishes the job by accidentally shooting him).  Then they steal the money.  An interesting call-back here: earlier Scotty implies that he forced Gideon into oral sex, and he dies while interrupting consensual oral sex, an ironic punishment of the sort you would see in 1950s horror comics. 

Top five young ministers:  Gideon admits to being Scotty's partner in the offering-theft plan, and is rejected by Eli and Amber.  But he doesn't mention his part in the blackmail plan!  We cut to Jesse telling his siblings that they are in the clear. But how do they know he won't tell later, and implicate them in the assault?   Worried that he'll be arrested, Kelvin is having anxiety attacks and "sharp shit pains in my stomach" (hemorrhoids?).   Even if he wasn't convicted, the scandal would destroy his career.   "I was in the Top Five Young Ministers to watch last year -- I got a reputation -- a following."  Wait -- if he's so famous, why is his whole plot arc about proving his worth?

Denim brings lunch:  We cut to scenes where Baby Billy and Tiffany leave town with the offering money, Eli worries that the whole enterprise is corrupt, and Jesse apologizes to Gideon for pushing him away and starting the whole mess. Eli admits, for the only time in the series, that the church's finances are not entirely above-board.

 Next, Judy tries to mend her relationship with BJ by bringing him lunch at the optometrist office.  Whoops, his coworker Denim already picked up lunch.  "So you're having sex with BJ?"  No, she's a lesbian -- she has a wife.  This does not convince Judy, who calls her: "One of those benevolent lesbians, out to meet a hot guy, make friends with him, so you can sample-suck some clean dick."  BJ's nonchalance about LGBT people, plus Judy's sort-of nonchalance, will become important later.

He refuses to take Judy back, so she storms into the parking lot and starts destroying cars, finally getting arrested.

Hemorrhoids and Testicular Tumors: Keefe is swimming while Kelvin tries not to look at the body that is giving him so many unwelcome desires.   He wants to know how he can rid the world of darkness, when he's surrounded by it: his mother died, Eli was assaulted, the church was robbed.  He concludes that God is punishing the family for "not being who we say we are."  But Kelvin had nothing to do with those things. How does "not being who we say we are" apply to him?

"Don't you think God is being a little harsh?" Keefe asks.  We all wear masks; we hide things even from ourselves.  

Kelvin laugh/cries and says "I think we're getting off easy...when the Philistines stole the Ark of the Covenant, God punished them with hemorhhoids and testicle tumors."  

He's referring to an obscure story in 1 Samuel 4-5, where the Philistine thieves were punished with opalim. The King James Bible translates the Hebrew word as "emeroids" (now "hemorrhoids") and the NIV as "tumors."  An article in Biblical Archaeology Review points out the importance of penises in Philistine art, and suggests"flaccid penises."   No one mentions testicles; apparently Kelvin invented it, to correspond to the glimpse of Keefe's testicle that began his recognition of his homoerotic desire.

Next: "You should go, Keefe."  Keefe doesn't understand: "You want me to make a store run?"  Kelvin becomes angrier and angrier: "Go.  Leave.  Get out. I am no longer fit to lead you!" 

Kelvin scratches his butt as he says this.  Apparently he has hemorrhoids, and thinks that God is punishing him -- an ironic punishment for having anal sex? Will testicular tumors come next? 

Keefe disagrees: "There's no one more worthy than you."

 "Get the fuck out of here! Now! Do I need to call security, motherfucker?"  This is shockingly aggressive.

Keefe wades away, holding his swimsuit like he held his shirt during the mushroom head scene.  The intimacy he enjoyed that night has been revoked.  Kelvin falls into the pool and screams and cries.

Why does Kelvin send Keefe away?  If he's no longer qualified to be a spiritual leader due to the assault of the blackmailers, they could certainly continue to live together.  It must have something to do with the "hemorrhoids and testicular tumors," the intimacy they shared, or even homoerotic desire itself.  Kelvin believes that it is evil, demonic, that Keefe is a serpent who tempted him.  I don't care much for this association between LGBT identities and sin, but the show has been careful to establish that it's in Kelvin's head, not a general theme, structurally or in-universe.  

Jesse's Butt: Jesse invites his crew and their wives to "movie night," but the movie is actually the video of their sex-and-drugs party. He has decided to come clean: "These flawed men and myself have participated in some illicit, sinful activities."  Is this a callback to Kelvin's belief that he has participated in "illicit, sinful activities" with Keefe?

No one wants to see the video except Mandy, Chad's wife. Jesse advises that she might not want to because it features "Chad's gray testicle." Another testicle reference?  Is seeing that, like, the belly of the beast?   But they all go to the screening room, even Chad's underage kids (um...that's illegal).  

As they watch, the wives storm out in anger and disgust. Amber starts throwing things at Jesse, yelling that he drove Gideon away and destroyed the family.  Then she grabs an assault rifle and shoots him (with buckshot) in the butt, a symbolic anal rape. 

We cut to shots of Baby Billy and Tiffany rolling around in their loot,  Eli using his influence to get Judy out of jail, Keefe driving away crying, Scotty's van being dredged up, and Jesse yelling "She got me in my meat! She broke my butthole!" The background song is "Oh, Lord," by Geordi:

Oh Lord, what's wrong with me.  I can't seem to be what I wanna be

And it's not for the sake of tryin'

I tried so hard, God know, and felt like dyin'

And if you've been watchin',  you woulda seen me cryin'

So, O Lord, won't you give me your hand?

The siblings and their partners have broken up.  Gideon is gone.  This is the low point of their lives, and there's just one episode left for things to get better. 

Next: Episode 1.9 Review: Jesse is racist, Judy is a rapist, and Kelvin is the Devil

[mergist]

The Role of Sailor Moon in Finnegans Wake

(re/crosspost from another blog)

Finnegans Wake is probably the greatest mystery in literature, a monstrosity of a book written in "night language" where words deform, split, rearrange, take on other meanings and become jokes in other languages. Its world is a dream someone's having, its character change and turn into each other and play-act all the wars and families and Biblical falls in history, and its structure is as deep as its references and its sense of humor. It's the ultimate exercise in classical interpretation, the kind where scholars try really desperately to see what it was that James Joyce meant to communicate to us. 

What makes this interpretative task more difficult is the finding of things that seemingly shouldn't or couldn't be in it, leading people to write off the whole exercise as chasing ghosts of meaning. For instance, Robert Anton Wilson (rest his merry soul) claimed that one chapter perfectly predicts the bombing of Nagasaki, and that fourteen particular paragraphs read backwards will yield Bach's Stations of the Cross. 

It's not in my purview to defend interpretations like this, only to say that if these weren't put in on purpose then holy shit are they fun coincidences. If you stop worrying about what Joyce was really communicating and take the text as is, it's a postmodernist's wet dream. (Maybe literally.) The interplay of meanings and structures found inside of it makes it as easy to do "personal" readings in as the Bible, and presents it as an object of study that is forever yielding up new and interesting associations. 

To that end, let's see if something's in the Wake that absolutely could never be there. I picked Sailor Moon, the much-beloved 90s anime about schoolgirls who fight monsters from another dimension. Television itself hadn't been invented yet, although there's inevitably a scene of people watching it in the Wake - presumably Joyce predicted some way to eventually play movies outside of theaters. He also mentions Popeye ("I yam as I yam") and lived in the 30s, so he knows about the beginnings of animation as an art-style. So we're in by a thread. 

We're also handicapping ourselves with the word "sailor" here - sailors and tailors appear many times in the text but this is generally recognized as pointing to a character/motif called the "Norwegian captain". The captain and the tailor who he shortchanges for new clothes makes sailor outfits a prominent part of the Wake (and the Japanese sailor outfits are the only reason to put "Sailor" in the title of Sailor Moon), but also takes up a lot of the room for anything female to be happening here. (There is a male character who prominently wears a tuxedo, though...) To make up for it, we have the other motif of the moon goddess (which Sailor Moon very much represents, for reasons I'll leave to one side) and of other planets in our solar system (since her friends have titles like Sailor Mercury, Venus, etc). 

So, my short case, not going through every page here:

255.30 foundling filly of fortyshilling fostertailor

A young woman appears in the sailor/tailor distinction, also called the "wishful waistress". The girl who turns into Sailor Moon (Serena in English from 'Selene' for the moon, Usagi in Japanese after the word for rabbit, as in the Moon rabbit), and is a lazy layabout even long after she hears the call to heroism. (Since the book is a dream, it makes extra sense for her to be sleeping a lot in it.)

255.31 shopahoyden, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling five footsy five

Tailor's shop; ship ahoy - the sailors are here (ten in total, five in the first season and five more introduced in later seasons); hoyden: an ill-bred girl (again lazy and sleeping); the waistress's measurements are given as five foot five and ten stone ten (or 150lbs) and this seems to check out. (Her other measurements are given shortly after - including the number 28, referring to a class of schoolgirls who figure throughout the book as 'the Maggies'.)

594.34 saelior, a turnkeyed trot to Seapoint, pierrotettes, means

A sailor dancing (turkey trot was a dance denounced by the Vatican) and pirouetting here; a feminine white-faced pantomime character called a Pierrot, or a Pierrette when played by a woman. (Suggests a dance in moonlight, or between the proverbial moon and the white-masked tuxedoed male lead I mentioned earlier.)

428.08 is saling moonlike. And Slyly mamourneen's ladymaid at Glads-

Sailor Moon; sailing like the moon across the sky; 'saying goodnight' (deformed); moon and morning - the cycle of night ("fighting evil by moonlight..."); Gaelic mavournin: sweetheart.

600.33 Molly Vardant, in goodbroomirish, arrah, this place is a proper

Molly (or Naru), Serena/Usagi's best friend, sometimes given the fan title of "Sailor Earth" (and she seems to represent Earth and normal humanity in contrast to the magical antics of Sailor Moon); Molly is verdant and ardent; Dolly Varden: a fashionable woman's outfit in the 1870s covered in flowers.

220.03     THE FLORAS (Girl Scouts from St. Bride's Finishing Establish- 220.04 ment, demand acidulateds), a month's bunch of pretty maidens 220.05 who, while they pick on her, their pet peeve, form with valkyri- 220.06 enne licence the guard for 220.07     IZOD (Miss Butys Pott, ask the attendantess for a leaflet), a be- 220.08 witching blonde who dimples delightfully and is approached in

Traditionally a section outlining the Maggies and their connection to Issy/Izzy/Izod/Isolde, a daughter in the family the story follows - but consider a "month's bunch" here to mean "the bunch collected in the passing of the moon" and another meaning appears. These are the magical female warriors (Valkyries) who rib the flawed, blonde Ms. Beauty Spot (Serena/Usagi) - the other Sailor Scouts (Girl Scouts) that the series follows. 

This ties Serena and the Scouts into the fabric of the Wake by making them at least isomorphic to Issy and her Maggies, making further Sailor Moon references a matter of referencing prior interpretation on these two subjects.

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

please dump zacharie lore bc i trust your input on sexymen as a onceler sans enjoyer And Also jfc the image is so tiny on mobile i can't even tell who that guy is

ohhhh you've done it now.

-rubs hands together- lemme dive into the archives hold on.

so to start, here is some larger fanart of Zacharie I got from my Something Seems OFF tag! (links to the full art post)

Now to get into the character. (there WILL be OFF spoilers)

So, I said he was pre-Sans not only because of his look, but for a variety of reasons, including that Toby said himself OFF was an inspiration for Undertale. I personally like to refer to it as, "If Undertale's genocide route was a standalone Horror game".

Zacharie and Sans share many traits. He is the merchant of the game and breaks the fourth wall A LOT. Multiple characters in OFF seem aware that you exist and are controlling the Batter, but Zacharie specifically seems to know it's a game and makes a lot of tongue-in-cheek RPG comments. Because of this, he does not seem to give a shit about anything, and is often portrayed as a lovable bastard. That cat mask? He wears it to replace the Judge character for awhile,--who's a cat with a cheshire grin--because you killed the Judge's brother previously and he is busy mourning him (which is heartbreaking btw). It's unclear whether or not Zacharie does this to mock the Judge or support him.

The only time you get a genuine response out of him is if you follow his instructions to find the secret boss, Sucre, and kill her. Even then, he only says, "...It's better like that" and then in the next breath continues to give you the best weapon in the game.

The biggest similarity between him and Sans is derived from a largely accepted fan-theory based off of some official concept art of Zacharie where he has angel wings and a sword:

There is also a story you can read in the game called, "The Frog King and the Masked Man" that heavily implies Zacharie killed the oppressive Frog King. The mask he usually wears is that of a frog face.

So, from all of this, fans came to the conclusion that Zacharie was supposed to be a final or extra secret boss as a final means to stop you and the Batter, much like Sans, but was scrapped in the end. I don't think this was ever confirmed officially, but it was pretty much adopted fandom wide as canon.

They released an album of scrapped songs for OFF that included a song called "Hip2-2". Most people believed this was supposed to be the boss battle theme.

(Adding my own personal evidence, all the major characters in OFF are named after Biblical characters. 'Zachariel' is an archangel, and while we never get a real name for the Batter, he would fit into the Satan role quite nicely)

I think a BIG reason behind Zacharie's sexyman status, besides his smug attitude and design, is alllll the mystery behind him. Like most things about OFF, hardly anything has ever been confirmed about him. What's the significance of the Frog King story? Who is Zacharie that he could just kill that guy? Why was Sucre so important to him? And if she was so important, why does he rat her out? How does he know this is a game?

The only thing that HAS been confirmed is that he is human, but that only adds more questions. This is a post-apocalyptic world where we see one other human, and they're basically God. Why and how is he presumably one of the two only humans left in the world? And again, if he's human, and only a merchant, how did he kill the previous king?

All of this also attributed to him being shipped with the Batter HELLA, which I think also might be why people don't remember him so much as a sexyman because he had two very popular ships, so people were thirsting somewhat less than they were shipping.

(Please note: people were also thirsting after the Batter HELLA, but I think that was less of a sexyman thing and more of a villainfucker thing)

I'm gonna sign this off by saying that, if you liked all this and you hadn't heard of or played OFF before and wanna know more lore, I highly recommend this fantastic 1hr30min analysis that was actually recently posted!!!!!!!!

OR

Alternatively, you can watch my favorite animated summary, still on youtube after all these years. Which is 100% accurate exactly what happens in the game trust me.

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Mika (Michael) loves his Lu (he canonly refers to him as "Lui Darling") 💖😭 my heeeeart. I love however I was able to do a pose making Lu look devilish hugging and grabbing around Mika, despite he means only genuine affection. He hates being in devil form but is comfortable and trusts Michael enough to go balls to the wall devil to snuggle up to Mika 🥺😭💖

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Palimpsest

Dear Caroline:

I have chosen this title for today because your post really feels like a palimpsest (it is, in fact, an appropriate metaphor for your whole blog, which you erased but has resurfaced through digital dark arts) . I have always been fascinated by texts hidden with other texts -mainly snippets of Classical poetry, but also Archimedes' treatises that were found inside a Byzantine codex-, and archeology as a metaphor for textual mining and criticism. Like the surface of this song of yours has so much behind it, lurking invisibly under the waters of what was actually typed. Even the surface is pretty cryptic, a patchwork of cultural hieroglyphs that only become clear within a very restricted circle with you at its center.

The song itself you are riffing is no longer available, forever hidden within the digital fibers of the palimpsest. I think I have discovered its author, Buck Shlegeris, and been able to hear two pieces of his (Fluff and Hobbes' Song) which convey the funny, nerdy playfulness that Jezebel probably had. The title itself of the song was a bit of an enigma: I was aware of the Biblical reference, but have since discovered Wayne Shanklin's take and the magazine.

and it doesn't stop at that! It is chock-full with insider finance stuff that would probably require heavy annotation. I know who Matt Levine is now, and have actually read and listened to some of his stuff. Same with Michael Lewis, 'known for his nonfiction work, particularly his coverage of financial crises and behavioral finance'. Haven't been able to make progress with the hermetic joke about BATS IPO, though. I would guess it would be related to the risky trading shenanigans you were engaged in, with some incident mirroring the 2012 disastrous glitch in that company's trading systems.

Now, as for the song, it feels like an only slightly tongue-in-cheek paean of love towards Sam, and would excellently fit a narrative in that context. If he is to be believed -pretty doubtful, but anyway-, he stated you were together for 6 months (other sources mention an 'on and off' relationship, and other still a possible engagement). Your post is from about a month after starting work at Alameda, and from its lyrics, it seems to pinpoint that time as the zenith of your infatuation.

Sam is not currently in a position to provoke invidiousness and a desire for place-swapping, and yet I find myself envying more than just a bit for having apparently aroused such feelings and words in you, even if 2018 feels like a million light-years away from the present tense relationship (forgive the pun), and he would feel tempted to fall back on the Jezebel or Delilah archetypes now. And it seems Sam would know much about erased words - government is claiming your testimony as a proof of this: “many legal cases turn on documentation and it is more difficult to build a legal case if information is not written down or preserved.”

Quote:

In my native hometown there is a delicious painting of Jezebel by Byam Shaw -and a ginger, like you- which I would like to share with you as today's quote.

[lesbian-helen-gansey]

(In which I triumphantly return to tumblr to do half-baked Biblical interpretation in regards to Adam Parrish’s name)

Before I get into the name Adam, I want to do a quick stop on Parrish. A parish, is the district of a church, so it does have religious connections, but I want to talk about Parrish blue. Maxfield Parrish was an artist in the early 1900s who mostly painted really vibrant and fanciful landscapes. Since we know that MS loves art, I feel like it would be a shame to overlook the potential Parrish Blue connection. Maxfield Parrish was a super interesting painter because he layered paints in a way that gave the color a really luminescent quality. The specific shade of blue he achieved with these techniques was named Parrish Blue. There’s no real point to this information other than an artist named Parrish created a shade of blue named Parrish Blue, and Adam Parrish has blue eyes, and I think it’s a fun little connection. And that I love Maxfield Parrish’s art. Now to Adam. In a religious context, Adam is the symbolic first man, and in the books, I feel like most of the overt references to the Biblical Adam are through the imagery of dust and dirt representing a sort of humanness, especially in relation to class and status. Like, Adam perceives himself as dirty because he is poor and works in contrast to the sort of “untouched-ness” of his wealthy peers who don’t have this sort of real and symbolic dirt on them. Which, I find sort of interesting in general because I don’t think this interpretation is part of the Biblical narrative. This is Adam’s perception of himself. In the Genesis story, God makes the Earth, and he says the Earth is good, and then from the Earth he creates Adam. At least initially, being created from the dirt isn’t some sort of negative. In the books, Adam perceives his “humanness” and his origins as a bad thing, but that’s his own perception; it’s not something that’s really true, and his friends don’t feel this way about him.

In addition to the way that Adam’s association to the dirt demonstrates his own negative self-perception, I’ve become also sort of fixated on the way that Adam’s curse in Genesis mirror’s Adam’s story in the Raven Cycle and his relationship to Henrietta. In Genesis, when the humans eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and are cursed by God, Adam is cursed with an antagonistic relationship to the Earth. He will struggle with the ground to make it grow food for him. He is cursed to have a hostile relationship with the place that he has come from, which I feel like is so reflected in Adam’s relationship to Henrietta. The idea in the books that he comes from “Henrietta dirt” and he now has this very hostile relationship with Henrietta and he struggles so much to make this place work for him and bear fruit for him in the sense of giving him something good and worthwhile. Like Adam’s curse in Genesis, where Adam will have to “toil” for the Earth to give him what he needs, Adam Parrish has to work extremely hard. The curse is that it will be hard labor and very difficult to get what he needs from the place that he comes from (The Earth, Henrietta.) “By the sweat of your brow, you shall eat.” (I also think there is maybe a slightly less logical relationship here to Adam’s struggle with his relationship to nature in the form of Cabeswater. Like, it’s hard and a lot of work for Adam to get this forest to work. I especially think of where God says the earth will grow "thorns and thistles” for Adam. But I feel much less strongly about this connection because I don’t know that I’ve really fully fleshed it out in my head. In the verses, the thorns and thistles are a punishment in opposition to the way that they are protective of Adam in BLLB, so idk about that one.)

I’m also very fascinated by what this means for Adam Parrish in context of the last part of the curse of Adam where God curses him to return to the earth, which, in the context of the Genesis story is death, but for Adam Parrish would be a return to Henrietta. “To dust you shall return.” If Adam’s story is so aligned with the way that Adam is cursed, is Adam in some way destined to return to Henrietta? There’s almost like a duel meaning to this aspect of the curse in the Genesis story because on one hand, it is the final blow of the curse where now Adam will die and return to the Earth, which is now hostile to him, but there’s also this sense that it’s in this return that he’ll finally be reconciled to the ground, the place that he comes from. The difficulty of both Adams’ lives come from being disconnected from where they come from, but God says that Adam will eventually return to the place that he comes from and has struggled with so long, and that sort of full circle-ness has a very reconciliatory nature to it, at least to me (particularly in the reading of Genesis as an allegory for the story of the early Israelites and their eventual return to the land of Canaan later in the Pentateuch).  (I feel like there is another aspect here of the concept of exile and Adam being forced to leave the garden of Eden and how Adam Parrish has left, but is really struggling at Harvard, being away from where he comes from).  

(I should also probably caveat that this is from a Christian perspective bc that’s what I’m familiar with and that’s the religious presence in the books in regards to Ronan’s Catholicism, but I don’t know in what ways this would or wouldn’t hold for the other religions that share the Adam story)

[mahalshairyballs]

Oscar was awesome too at his panel, and what an handsome man ❤️

But the panel had a moderator and they usually hog the time, which he did.

They also mostly promoted an original comic book story Oscar is producing and coming out soon. They even brought in two artists for the comic. It looks good, maybe? I'm a bit hesitant about it. They showed a trailer and it looked like a mixt between Moon Knight and Constantine (even the art, the main character looked like 616!Marc with a side of John Constantine, and throw in the biblical lore of Constantine too). And it's the redemption story of a bad cop through mythology elements? Hmmmm

Not sure about it, but I'd give it a try.

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And then there was only 15 minutes left to the panel for the fans questions. So even though I was pretty early in the queue, I didn't have time to ask my question 😩 and nobody asked a similar question. I wanted to ask it so much ugh >_< maybe he'll go to other conventions who knows

He hinted again at a season 2 or something more with the Marc system coming in the future, but as long as we don't get any official confirmation I'll stay skeptical with my expectations.

He answered often with how much he cares about the character(s) (and he literally said the verbal version of my 'character(s)' to talk about the Marc system, I love him ❤️) and how it's one of the roles that stuck with him/impacted him the most. He said that was why he became one of the producers of the show along the way, how he got so into the stories and the character(s) and wanted to be even more involved ❤️

He said something so great about how comic books are modern myths, and that myths have always been used by people to tell deeper story, and how speculative fiction was even better to tell these stories/shows layers of emotions than regular stories that shows you things literally. I do hope we can find a clip of that answer somewhere online

Someone asked how he prepared/what research he did about DID for the show. And I already knew his answer for that question but it was nice to hear it irl. He said he consulted with mental health professionals and mentioned that one autobiography that became his reference for the show.

Someone else also did tell him that his British accent was perfect (and he was from the UK himself).

Oscar also talked about how much he enjoyed playing Steven because he is 'so honest, so authentically himself', I love how he put it, aw Steven ❤️

I think that was all the questions/answers related to Moon Knight there were at the panel.

And then, as someone else said it, Oscar 'basically called Pedro Pascal a slut', yeah but he called Pedro Pascal his slut. Pedro gets close to everybody but Oscar only wants him ❤️ when is he going to get announced as Frenchie? I'm waiting !

I was pretty close to the stage when the Q&A stopped, and even though they asked us all to wear a face mask in the room for the panel, Oscar when he left touch the hands of everyone he could like a rock star before he left. ❤️

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I really wish I could've asked him my Jake question, but he was adorable and amazing anyway ❤️ he makes jokes but can also have very deep and interesting answers.

There's no way he won't play the Marc system again, he loves them too much.

Oh and he read comics as a kid, and as seen by his new original comic project, he still likes comic books, so maybe that means he'll read the one I gave him ❤️