#yorick my sweet

[theautisticarchivist]

i CANNOT be the only one acknowledging this lovely tidbit it filled me with absolute joy

the lil eldritch things are a little silly sometimes 💞 my poor lovely's,,, the horrors they are to endure i'll be sure to make them some soup and wrap them up

[no-tengo-ojos]

[gh0stlyscooter]

I LOVE YORICK send post

[eviestardust]

Sometimes I make doodles while listening to the new episodes so here’s me posting some of the sillier ones this time >:]

[robotclownindulgence]

spoilers for malevolent 44, but what if everything yorick wanted was a sweet new ride? like he said he doesn't need a body so what if a hand is enough for him to move around like some sort of cursed roomba?

do you see my vision?

[lavenderapollo]

more things from my production of hamlet that permanently altered my brain chemistry

getting to pick out my own costume, wearing an old peacoat that i eventually took with me to college

all of the tiny details of my costume that nobody but myself noticed

horatio wearing a tiny heart locket because of the whole “heart’s core” thing

horatio fiddling with the necklace while watching the play within a play, while watching the fencing match

our director cut the script to create a deeper relationship between horatio and gertrude while hamlet is away getting captured by pirates

the letter scene

hamlet and horatio reading hamlet’s letter in sync, except hamlet reads “horatio” alone in the beginning and horatio reading “hamlet” alone at the end of the letter

horatio going straight from the letter scene into a conversation with gertrude about ophelia’s health

horatio being in ophelia’s mad scenes, watching her break down and cry, assisting with her wheelchair

gertrude relying on horatio for the truth about hamlet’s whereabouts

horatio staying with gertrude as she dies, then attending to laertes, then finally, to hamlet

our director remind our hamlet to “die center!!!”

hearing the bows music for the first time (the other side by david gray)

wittenberg crew making each other friendship bracelets (r&g had matching “rosie” and “guildy” bracelets, ho&ham had bracelets that read “good night” and “sweet prince” respectively)

making myself a bracelet that said “L + horatio”

THE GRAVEDIGGER SCENE

wearing my peacoat in the final scene, then tearing it off to give to laertes as he’s dying

hamlet holding claudius’ head, forcing him to drink the poison, then finishing him off with a small little nick to the ear, giving claudius a taste of his own medicine

ophelia having one fleeting moment of clarity when she sees laertes, running to hug him

polonia taking an awkward family photo with her kids, chastising them for not smiling enough

(accidentally photobombing those photos during rehearsals)

i mentioned yorick hot potato in the last post, but i didn’t mention that i pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer after tossing the skull away

the lighting, the set

having to carefully fumble my way offstage once the lights went down, the three times i almost tripped over a foil

and the one time where i actually did

after that they put glow tape on the stage

our set designer crafted an entirely original crest for the hamlet family, using nordic, danish, and even some tolkien characters for inspiration

seeing the set for the first time

our first time staging the death scene

there’s a photo of me in my lil spot by hamlet, surrounded by dead bodies and bathed in red light just kinda going like 😁👍👍

crushing the other teams at shakespeare trivia during our closing night cast party

[mothy-graves]

YORICK MY BELOVED I MISSED YOU SWEET YAPPER

[g0g0at]

Malevolent part 46

I’ve got thoughts and theories about Malevolent part 46, but it’s my bed time so I’ll save those for tomorrow.

Until then, have my live reaction. Spoilers of course

Creepy start (Arthur trauma in droves)

If an episode starts with Faroe, it’s gonna be rough

Tree things

Spooky spooky

John being caring as is his way recently

Sounds like he was dreaming

Nawwww is Arthur his ligh- oh nvm LILLY MENTION!!

Arthur is half asleep for all of this hehe

Love Lilly? Interesting

Oh we’re going real far back now guess I gotta do a s4 relisten

OMG HOW FAR WE’VE COME IS PLAYING

“Her coming had driven out the world”

I thought he was gonna talk about Arthur ngl

“You gave my friend so much”

SCARY CHILD

THEY WERE HAVING A SWEET MOMENT

Arthur you have been talking about the air and sensing things a lot

Ruh roh beings in the woods

Working together properly nice

“My eyes” not our? Mm language shift

Willow a whisp

A pretty scene

Where is yorick rn? Keep his mouth shut it seems

FUCKING KID LAUGHING

Uh oh he’s being pulled in

He sounds so hopeful

I’m worried

John like “uh what huh??”

Oooh this is interesting

Reminds me of the Nøkken kinda

Don’t follow the light don’t follow the light DON’T

Oh that REALLY REMINDS ME OF NØKKEN

YOU SURE ABOUT THAT ARTHUR YOU SURE

The spooky houses??? ARE YOU SURE??!!

Oiya they are FUCKED

Cult shit?

Cult shit.

Black stone DUN DUN DUN

The sound design is very nice this episode (I say that every episode)

NOT A FUCKING KID

DON’T DO THAT TO HIM

STOP

STOP

ARTHUR

bro got fucking robbed by WILLOW O WHISP!!

WAIT YORICK GOT KIDNAPPED

I feel like some of those things were actually kinda useful

YEAH FUCK HER

Ohhh idk about we dunno who she is

I like how John and Arthur are their own mystery to themselves

You guys are going in circles in here GET MOVING!!

GET MOVING

This episode does feel very fairy tale esc

Very the beasts lantern

WILLOW TREEEEEEE

Guys this is obviously a trap

YOU CANNOT

“We will” YOU ALREADY AREN’T

oooh this episode is really interesting

Guys focus. Guys keep it together

It’s interesting seeing a child as a threat it’s a very unique twist on fairy tale narratives

JOHN JOHN FOCUS

This epsiode is trippy

It’s interesting to see them BOTH enthralled by something

NO NO NO NO NO

AW FUCK

Why is he breathing like that

Nuh uh this is bad

Huh?

What has he got there?

I’m worried

A deer?

GUYS YOU DON’T FUCK WITH DEERS

OH FUCK THIS IS CWD ESC

Arthur’s parental instincts shining through at all times

Uh oh you guys

Arthur sounds so scared

DON’T FOLLOW HIM

There you go, FOCUS

Come on come on you can do it

This episode is SO TRIPPY

It’s hard to tell when they’re being hypnotised and when they’re being earnest

FAIRY CIRCLE DON’T TOUCH THAT

NØKKEN NØKKEN NØKKEN

GRAVES??

EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID WOULD HAPPEN GUYSSSSSS

DON’T DRINK FROM IT

DON’T DON’T

RIVER OF THE DEAD RIVER OF THE DEAD

Alarm bells are ringing

YEAH THAT WAS A REGULAR STREAM THIS IS NOT

Don’t drink good good

You’re getting caught up in technicalities

Another one of Arthur feeling something in the air WHAT is up with that

Like that one mass organism forest

I feel something BIG is gonna happen

Infinite night? Interesting

Pocket dimension forest?

Wandering woods part 2

DON’T BITE OFF ANOTHER FINGER THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY

FAIRY RING

DON’T STEP ON IT YOU DIPSHIT

STOP SNIFFING THEM

Everytime I think they’re in the clear he goes on another trippy tangent

William mention but at what cost

Oh this is making me so nervous

They sound so happy but god it sounds like they’re high

Maybe they are

HE’S DANCING?!!!

NØKKEN NØKKEN

Oh my god my brain is just screaming “WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG”

NØKKEN NØKKEN NØKKEN

What what what what

Oh my god my stomach is dropping

What is happening what is happening

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

Oh I hate this so much so much so much

What is happening I hate this so much so much so much

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

NØKKEN NØKKEN

OH MY GOD THE SOUND DESIGN

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Someone with his voice? Oohohohoohoho

This is fantastic

Oh this is is OTGW

New Harlan voice making me jump up and down

The audio balancing is fantastic

Any doubts I had about where s5 were going have been dashed this is phenomenal

You’re gonna get munched

“They come and bury only the scraps of the lambs they lead”

Cleansing fire… day of wrath

So the village was a cult…

They voice sends chills up my spine

How it’s slowly moving away from being Arthur to something else

Horig?

Omg tree entity my fave

Horig can cut him off from John?

Oooh the sound ooooh

Arthur what are you offering

Arthur why are you doing this

Arthur

Arthur you’re talking about children here, you know that right? Arthur??

Oh WHAT

AN APOSTLE

Oh this took a TURN

JOHN SLEPT!

Silver lining to that fuckery

Back to the stream?

John being comforting :DD

Nawww John got to sleep

Arthur you gotta be transparent with him that’s part of the deal

Why does he need to get to the stream so bad?

Oh he wanted to get out of it

Oh it really is like the mass organism forest omg

Ah ok it was a ploy. Well done Arthur

Arthur… are you suggesting mass murder?

Enacting justice… how very Day of Wrath of you

I TOLD YOU IT WAS DEAD BODY WATER YOU FUCK WADS

Eww don’t vomit in my ear

Horig’s followers are daba-doo-dead

Great epsiode! Deeply unsettling, can’t wait to see the ramifications of this

[elijasz]

Malevolent Part 43 "The Witch" thoughts

Notes made as I listen to the episode.

Oh hearing John say "I am the king in yellow"!

Not a fragment of the king in yellow. Just the king in yellow.

Giggling and kicking my feet right now. I know John thinks it suits his agenda right now to say "who he truely is" but it still makes me smile like an idiot.

And its very aromantic of me to say this but noone can ever make me feel what these fictional little men/entities in my favourite horror podcast are making me feel.

Go little fictional man/entity! GO!

"who?" YES! Fuck his ego up! FUCK HIM UP!!!!

Man, I love people using the power of titles, just to be met with indifference. That's my shit.

Wow John is easy to break. Good to know.

I love the witch. She's disgusting and terrible but she's a ✨️ Girlboss ✨️

"You care for [him]. Tell me Yorick!"

"He most definitely does, my queen"

"GODDAMMIT!"

"I connected with him....THAT ALONE WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE ME QUESTION WHO I AM!" honey...baby...John, darling....You didn't even know who you were, my sweet child. Also isn't that a bit too defensive? A liiiittle over the top, don't you think?

The nurse again. Talk more about her, John. I need to confirm something.

When John starts talking about the nurse but doesn't say anything to confirm or deny my Lillith theory:

Damn the witch has been through some shit. Give her a break. She deserves to cause a little suffering. Maybe just not to Arthur? Maaaaybe someone who has suffered less? So also not John.

Honestly the conversation with the witch is just a whole weird therapy session for John and the witch. Its likely noone will emerge from this better than before but it's definitely some weird therapy.

New info on the dark world? Nice. John had a little snackie? Uhoh, did the king in yellow fall to gluttony? How very human of you, Johnny boy.

Oh? Kayne is more powerful than you, John? Are you sure? Are you really sure on that?

Yorick, after saying nothing for a while: "I remember you, my king!" He just doesnt care at all, he's licking the dirty shoes of whoever holds any power. Disgusting. Free. Unbothered by morals or pride. He's worthless, he's my everything, he disgusts me and I love him. I'm ashamed for him and I am proud of him.

Hehehe, yes John, admit you lied. I'm sure Arthur isn't listening at all and is just unconscious. (He probably actually is. Would work better for the narrative.)

I love how John says "Fuck you". I wish my "fuck you" sounded like that. My gender? Oh its fucking the king in yellow from the hit horror podcast Malevolent.

More witch therapy for John. Good for him, good for him. He's getting fucked up real bad.

Noooo please witch, don't manipulate my emotional comfort entity into abandoning his humanity. (DO IT!)

HIS LOVE FOR ARTHUR SAVED HIM!!!!

"Do you miss being the king?" That's not an easy question to answ....oh. Oh John, honey that was not the right answer. You shouldn't have said that. I bet she's going to...jup. Jup she's stabbing him.

The witch:

John, manifesting:

LMAO, I told you she's a girlboss! Get him! Humble him! Make him believe that he needs to gain power and make him make Arthur his domain. Make a guy your domain John!!!! The witch controls her domain fully and is stronger within than an old one. I wonder what would happen if an old one (the king in yellow aka John) made Arthur his domain.

"Orthur :(" yeah you're still alive even with Arthur dead. Now untangle that complicated ball of feelings John.

Witch, that's a stupid question and stupid things to say about hope and all that. John did change. If he didn't, you'd be dead.

John is a bad liar. Luckily the witch rolled a shitty insight check.

Monologue time!

Bet reviving Arthur won't work because he's human.

Oh damn I was wrong, maybe? Well, there have to be complications then. I wonder what the complications are. I love complications. :)

[bookholichany]

Had the strangest dream ( nightmare?) last night. It was Hamlet and he got back from that journey to England where he was kidnapped by the pirates but...he was not unharmed. He was there standing with Lavinia's faith thrusted upon him. He kept wandering the graveyard and the gravediggers ran away as they saw him. He stood frozen, staring inside a grave at the skull that was once his dear Yorick, shaking like a leaf and he started to trash around in a sorta agonizing frustrated dance. That was how Horatio found him. He looked upon him as he moved like a tree in the wind and asked

"Who is this? My sweet prince, that flies away so fast?"

And he approached him in the most gentle manner almost sobbing as he continued

"Speak, gentle prince. What stern ungentle hands hath lopped and hewed and made thy body bare?

Of his two branches, those sweet ornaments

Whose circling shadows I have sought to sleep in? "

He tried to reach for Hamlet but he shied away. " Why dost not speak to me?" Horatio almost screamed frustrated and crying. Hamlet stilled and tensed as if wanting to unleash a scream of his own but when his lips parted in his silent scream it was blood that poured out.

Some of it flying in the wind and staining his once dear friend's bones and then he finally fell to his knees.

Yip that was the dream. I'll go die now...

[sunfallsprophet]

[ ➻ continuing from here! @jetblackknight ]

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ. Playwriting and roleplaying weren't skills that the shaman considered to be valuable, least of all to them. They enjoyed the occasional tragicomedy, the slow descent into madness that every Hamlet fell victim to. But any foolish and young Danish man could stumble into insanity. It was the whoreson jester, Yorick, that trotted straight into oblivion and knew more than poor Hamlet ever did. And unfortunately for the ever-somber Vergil, Djahima quite enjoyed their version of gibes and gambols—that is, fumbling around with his shirt button as if they couldn't strip him of his top with baffling ease. It seemed to them that Vergil was playing right into their hands while his trembled.

He asked them a question, but Djahima did not respond so fast. They observed him in silence with eyes that mimicked beautyberries, soft and opaque purple. Any information he might've hoped to harvest from their expression was not so easily given. This, too, was a part of their foolhardy methods; how could they pass on an opportunity to make him squirm, this man and devil both, just a little bit?

"...Pink is very lovely on you, my little nightingale." Djahima brushed the backs of their fingers against his cheek. "And yet you wonder why I try so hard to fluster you." They let out a low chuckle, finally breaking their pokerface to give him their signature crooked smile, lone dimple and all.

Djahima had not forgotten about their other hand, of course. They gently kneaded his pectoral as their face moved closer towards his shoulder. Full lips grazed the crook of his neck, or perhaps not; the touch of their lips against his skin was so careful, so delicate, that it could have even been a shallow breath. The palm on his firm breast moved just an inch or two downward and diagonal so that the pad of their thumb could oh-so tenderly moved back and forth against the hardened nipple.

"Do not worry, sweet thing—you are doing well. Tell me: is there something that you want, Vergil? Ain't gotta be shy, now."

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

For Griffith:

🛏️ What does your OC’s bed look like? What would they like their bed to look like?

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it?

Griffith Tyrell, my darling, my sweet pea, my little guy, my unrepentant manwhore 💚

🛏️ What does your OC’s bed look like? What would they like their bed to look like?

So, technically, Griffith’s got 2 beds: one at Runestone & one at Thorn Hall. There's some overlap & some difference between both, & the overlap is the important part because that's his choices there.

At Runestone, he has a fourposter bed with really dark wood, intricate carving on the posters, there's a curtain he can draw for privacy. Everything skews pretty dark & kinda cave like there because that's just sort of The Vibe. His setup at Thorn Hall is one of those with, like, the really tall headboard. The wood is lighter, there's a scene from the story of Garth Greenhand carved into the headboard, there's an absolutely ridiculous (& decadent) amount of pillows. Neither of these is bad or incorrect for him, they're just different energies & he likes both pretty well. In an ideal world, he'd have the privacy curtain & the obscene amount of pillows.

In terms of overlap, both beds are pretty sizable (he needs room for his lady friends), the bedding is green, you could bounce a silver stag off the corners of his bedlinens. There's always extra blankets or furs or a quilt folded up at the end of his bed, he doesn't usually need them he just like having them there--usually for someone else, sometimes for when he's sick & is about to go Pathetic Man-Cold Mode. Aside from the abundance of pillows at Thorn Hall & the possibility of extra blankets, his beds almost don't look like anyone is using them until someone's actively in the bed because of how Crisp And Orderly™ he likes his things.

📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it?

Suckin' & fuckin', next question

Okay, in all seriousness now: he'd have every single minute of that day scheduled. Ideally he'd have his morning meal with his family from The Reach, he'd go flying with his mom & horse riding with his younger sisters, he'd hang out with His Boys (Yorick’s oldest sons & Aegon) & get wine drunk in a tavern. He would fuck his main girlfriend & maybe consider nutting in her if she made a really good argument as to why he should (like "it's both our last days" or something), so I wasn't lying when I said suckin' & fuckin' lol, he'd just also do this other stuff

[iimplicitt]

OPHELIA | OP81

part seven of twenty nine

act i sc vi

ophelia table of contents

pairings: oscar piastri x original female character, lando norris x original female character

summary: 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚; 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚; 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧; 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚��� 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Only issue is, Oscar had been lying his whole life and she had absolutely no reason to believe him. Not anymore.

warnings and notes: retelling of hamlet, also retelling of a harry potter work i have. violence. language. suggestions of sex though not too descriptive. mentions of suicide/death. religious themes. alternate universe. dual pov. socioeconomic class issues. racing is still slightly involved. catholic school. act 1, 3, and 5 are from oscar’s pov. the others are from ophelia’s, 18+

𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Perhaps Logan Sergeant was my Yorick. I could always seek refuge in him, always talk to him, though he'd never say anything back. He knew his presence was enough and I owe him a great debt for that.

Clouds formed a home over the campus, a comforting blanket. The sun was a nuisance to me, for it hurt my eyes with its blinding optimism and false promises of joy. I never wanted it to shine again. I wanted it to implode, die, and fade. I wanted it to shrivel up and cower in the face of the thunder that shook the skies.

Perhaps I was being dramatic, ever since I met you I've tended to romanticize my life. The depth of it is exhausting Ophelia, and I do not want it anymore.

The thought occurred to me again as I stood at the edge of the bell tower, the front of my feet off the ledge. The danger was sweet on my tongue, the cool air and promise of rain kissing me softly.

I pretended it was you. Funny how nature always finds a way to mock humanity and its tribulations. Especially those as petty as matters of the heart. I am exhausted.

You look happy, and I'm glad your heart has warmed again. However, heat can be searing and it might just burn through your chest and kill you. Lando had that effect on people. Don't let your heart be your ruin.

Ophelia, why can't you see it?

He's using you to get to me, and by all the stars it worked. It worked to its full force the moment I saw that damn shirt curled around your body like a python.

God I hate him for what he's doing to you.

I leaned forward, my balance about to give and I smiled at the lake and ground below. Fall too short and the waters will be missed. Oh the earth, what an unforgiving beast it was.

Human nature was such an odd thing for me to confront. To accept. The real trial was to understand it. I never would. And that's how we as a species are divided. Those who are unknowing and those who are knowledgeable of that great wound that tears through our very beings. No one truly knows anything other than what they have understood. Pedagogy, that's what it was referred to as. A world split into the knowing minds and the ignorant ones. I learned that in my own rebellious studies. Lord knows they wouldn’t teach that here.

Ophelia, I think the scholars are dying out. Just as well as love and remorse... they died with the sun. You, though, with your witty tongue and soft eyes, could save us. The true goal of a master is to successfully pass on their knowledge with patience and understanding. You my darling, well, you're salvation I suppose.

Yes. It has a ring to it.

Oscar!

Logan screamed and my body reacted instinctively.

Ophelia I'm flying.

It's exhilerating.

Oh, perhaps not.

I think I'm dying.

Is there really a difference?

[littleladymab]

OC in 15

HELLO NEW TAG GAME tagged by @wintherlywords thank you!

Rules: Share 15 lines of dialogue from an OC that capture their character, personality, or vibe. Bonus points for using dialogue without other scene details, but you’re free to include those as well!

Sorry for any of the formatting looking funky I gotta run but wanted to get this up before heading off to gaming!

I'm doing this for Best Girl Ayn Starling -- it's a combination of stuff from her POV, her texts, the blog she writes, and from other character's POV

Please consider this an open tag!

“What makes you think I know?” Both Ming and Carmel give me A Look, and I release a sigh and an overly dramatic shrug. “Okay, so, I do, but I don’t like that you automatically assume that I do.” 

If it’s a come-on, he’s getting docked for such an obvious line. He is handsome though, in a sort of I played Hamlet in a college production sort of way, with dark, artfully styled hair, amber eyes that look like they could use another dose of caffeine, and tinted glasses perched on a broad, flat nose. Not to mention, he’s somehow managing to pull off all black without making it look weird, even though his natural tan speaks of an indoor pallor.  Oh, yeah, he’s definitely the type to hold a skull and Alas, poor Yorick me. It’s fine, I could be into it.

I would be that person in the library until they have to drag me out kicking and screaming. Silently, of course, because it’s still a library. 

From: Ayn Starling  I understand that, but I’m also going to ask that you respect me as a person and consider, maybe, answering me properly.  From: Ayn Starling  Maybe not now, and not about this, but at one point.  From: Ayn Starling  I’ll let you decide what to do about Zone because you’re right, he isn’t my concern.  From: Ayn Starling  Everything else is up to you.

“Christ, I hope that there’s not more than one Jonas Quinn.”

“I turned thirteen and you gave me some of your whiskey. You told her that you thought it would be funny.”

And, with equal angelic poise, Ayn answers, “Of course not. I don’t think you peg many women.” 

“Holy shit, Lysander, she made me do them until I left the house. I know she had her own plans for you when you lived with us, trying to clean you up and turn you into a functioning member of society and all that, but I was being groomed to be a miniature version of her. She was probably secretly arranging a marriage between one of my father’s coworker’s sons or something.”

 My fellow citizens: We speak for those who cannot. The voice of the hallows and haunts. The voice of the abandoned, the lost, the forgotten — all hope abandon ye who enter here.  We will not be silenced. We will not be cowed, corralled, cornered.

“Someone is calling out ALICE — specifically, the Program Manager — on their approach to the game,” Ayn adds. She turns to Fletcher, eager, since he understood her reference. “We were promised a way out of this city, right? Then why play a game when they should be that benevolent being and let us go without having to participate in their missions?”

“I thought...” The fingers of her free hand drum over the ceramic surface of the mug, revealing the logo in flashes. “I thought that I could be good enough for you this time.”

“Do you think what we’re doing is even worth it?” Her hand lifts and gestures to the shop around us — to the rest of Eminence. “Meliora. This is beyond you and me, I think. We never... We are two different shapes that tried to fit together.”

“I thought it was obvious, Darling,” she says with a pretty smile that is altogether very sweet and dangerous. “I want the people of Eminence to start fighting back.”

“I’m mad because we’re still fighting. Are you angry because I’m not wearing any pants?” 

Having chosen to participate in Meliora has proven to ALICE, to Patrick Mercer, to everyone reading this blog, that you were worthy. Not only of the truth or a way out, but worthy of being able to make your own choices.  You made the right decision, whatever it was.  No matter what has happened over these past few months, never, ever, regret that. 

[simonnebethel]

For the OC game, wine, cherry, and pomegranate. On Yorick maybe ? 👀 But you can do it for anyone you want, I don’t mind have fun with it lol

Yorick it is ^^

Wine - How do they act when drunk? Yorick is a lightweight. Like, one shot and he's down. His species doesn't pair well with alcohol. If he wants to get drunk but not die of alcohol poisoning, he has to dilute it with something else. That being said, he is very goofy and sweet, but will definitely pass out at some point.

Cherry - Why did you create them? I don't remember, lol. They came into existence around 2021-2022, during my senior year of highschool, but didn't have a name until a few months later(was studying Hamlet 👀). I think I just wanted to make a jester character with a wild personality. The vampire qualities and non-human appearance came later. Pomegranate - Which myth would they relate to most? Hard to say. Maybe one where the hero takes revenge? He's very big on revenge, but not very big on reading, so he doesn't know that many mythical figures. I also don't know any 😅

[lostonehero]

Snapshots x Tma

:)

Oscsr blinks, staring at the skull on the couch.

"Nyarlathotep spawn!" Yorick exclaims. "I bow to your power."

"I don't know what that means." Oscar pauses. "Why do you have a talking skull?"

"I am Yorick!"

"Wait, wait, wait." John interrupts using his mouth under Arthur's chin. "You mean that's Kayne's child? Oscar, the former priest."

"Correct my King." Yorick hops a bit to face Oscar. "Nyarlathotep has been forced to forget you and is trying to regain what he lost, but he again doesn't understand or know what that is. Your mother is trapped sealed in her dimension and unable to leave, and neither are her subjects."

Oscar stares stunned. "They didn't abandon me?"

"No, they did not. In fact, you are the reason Nyarlathotep has killed his other selves even if he didn't remember why that was important to do." Yorick hops back to face Arthur and John. "How was work today, my kings?"

"It was fine, Yorick, but Martin didn't show up." Arthur sighs. "Thank you for telling Oscar."

Oscar frowns. "He hasn't answered any of my calls either." He sighs. "I have more questions, but they can wait. It's very nice to meet you, Yorick, and thank you for the truth."

"Wait, Oscar." John reaches out with his hand.

"Look , I just want to check on Martin he's my adopted son." Oscar grabs his coat. "Knowing my parentage doesn't really change the fact I don't know what I am, please don't say god. I'm not one I can't be."

"No, do you want us to come with you? Martin knows about this." John vaguely motions with his hand.

Oscar nods. "Yes, but it's up to him if he wants to talk to you, John. He's human, and I hope to keep it that way."

"I understand." John pauses. "Tell him I said thank you for the tea."

"You're lucky I've gotten used to you poking your tongue in the bottom of my mouth." Arthur shakes his head. "Be safe, Oscar, and please let us know about another day to talk. I'm sure we can grow accustomed to having the but- Dennis around."

Oscar smiles softly before leaving.

"You have made a very powerful ally, my kings." Yorick clicks. "Nyarlathotep spawn is stronger than Nyarlathotep himself."

"John, we already discussed this he accepts your apology for the ax incident." Arthur pinched his brow. "I can literally feel your fear."

"Arthur that's terrifying." John huffs.

"Will some chocolate ice cream help?" Arthur chuckles at the small yes from John.

.......

There was an unnerving song Oscar could hear as he entered the oddly empty lobby of the apartment building. The first thing that actually set off alarm bells was worms. He had to remind himself he wasn't there and they weren't going to... he screeched, and the worms that jumped at him exploded like little fireworks of slime.

He grabbed the glamour necklace from his neck and pulled it off. Two pairs of wings fan out from his back, his eyes are pitch black, and horns curl up from his head with blue flames at the tips. His hands are covered with fur, and his nails are sharp talons his clothes melt away to just a pair of boxers. Sharp spine spurs go down his spine and the back of his shoulders, elbows, and knees. He is covered in short, thick fur except for his chest to his lower stomach. His tail flicks back and cracks like a whip. His tendrils are hidden in his back. His mouth stretched wide and full of sharp teeth and his tongue is forked.

He runs up the stairs. The music only got louder as he saw a woman banging on his son's door. She was a walking hive, and she turned to stare at him. She had a torn red dress on.

"Come listen to our song. Don't you want a family?" The woman barely takes a step forward before the worms around her begin to explode randomly.

"Leave my son alone!" Oscar growls, and smoke leaks from his mouth as the woman begins to look scared as more and more worms explode.

"S-Stop!" The woman stumbles back as Oscar moves forward. "You're killing them! You're destroying the sweet music! My family loves me, and they will love you too!"

Oscar cracks his jaw, and a third eye emerges. "You don't belong here! You dare..." He growls low and dark, and the lights begin to shatter as he lunges and tears the hive apart.

Gore dripped from his lips and hands. He pauses and makes a disgusted face, and the mess is gone in an instant on himself. The half devoured corpse lay on the floor, slime of the worms paint the walls with blood and puss. He doesn't dwell as he rushes to the door and knocks. "Martin! Martin, are you ok? Fuck please say something."

A quiet voice barely audible. "D-dad?"

Oscar sighs in relief and accidently pulls the door off the hinges. "Shit."

Martin stares at his father and laughs. He runs at him for a hug, and Oscar doesn't move.

"Martin w-wait..." Oscar deflates as he rubs Martin's back. "Ok.... ok.... um, you're not staying here. You'll get your old room back it hasn't changed."

"Can I take a shower first?" Martin grimaced, realizing he was stepping in worm and human guts.

"It tastes worse than it looks."

"Why did you eat her?"

"I don't know."

"Are you ok?"

"I wanted to save you." Oscar puts the glamor back on and covers his face. "I also may have panicked a little. The worms remind of.... "

Martin nods. "It's ok. Help me pack my stuff while I shower."

Oscar nods. "Of course."

......

"Are you sure not reporting this is a good idea, boyo?" Dennis leans on Martin's doorframe.

"I can't out Oscar, and he was the one to rescue me. I could lie, but Tim knows that my windows have bars on them. I'll just say I was sick and I'm fine now. Besides, I knew what I was getting myself into. Gods don't play fair."

Dennis sighs. "Yeah, these aren't things Arthur has dealt with. These are newer. The King is older than humanity, but these exist with the creation of fear."

Martin raised a brow. "How do you know this?"

Dennis smirks and tips his cap. "I'm good at getting information. I'm allowed to worry about you as well."

Martin smiles softly. "You know that would have been good information...." He stops as Dennis hands him a book.

"All written down for you. Don't worry, Oscar already read through this." Dennis winks. "Your little adventure makes me want to get a job there."

"Please don't." Martin sighs but smiles. "Thanks, dad."

Dennis nods and begins to hum as he leaves, walking down the hall.

......

Oscar wondered around the library of the Magnus Institute. A bright visitor badge hung around his neck, and he clutched his bag tightly. The head of the Institute was guiding him, and he could hear two voices come from him, but unfortunately, he really didn't want to reveal he could hear the other one.

"Now, Oscar, what is it you're looking to find here?" Elias smiles and stops by the reception desk.

"I don't think he's going to buy the friendly banter, Jonah." The tired voice sounded after.

Oscar tilted his head. "I'm just looking for some oddly specific books on topics that I don't think a normal library would have."

"That's incredibly vague." The tired voice sounded suddenly interested. "He's not an avatar, and you can't even look at him. I'm still saying he killed Jane."

"Right, well, I'm happy to help. This insistute is all for the supernatural and macabre." Elias tilts his head studying Oscar.

Oscar holds onto the bag tightly. "Do you have anything on um cults of Nyarlathotep? He's also known as the crawling madness, the man with a thousand faces. Other names, but I can't seem to recall them."

"Nyarlathotep?" The tired voice seemed more energetic. "Oh, isn't that by the King in Yellow book in artifact storage?"

"Y-yes just like the King." Oscar smiles. "Outer realm gods you.... I...." His smile drops, and he groans. "You didn't say anything."

"You can hear me?"

"You can hear him?"

Oscar bites his tongue. "You know I probably just um uh.... I..." He covers his face. "I didn't mean to um listen. I can't help it."

"To be fair, we haven't met another avatar of the eye on Jonah's level before. I'm the actual Elias, and Jonah Magnus is the one in control while we well he works. The Beholder decided to try something new to both our i guess benefits." Elias hums. "Say, were you really a priest?"

"Y-Yes? I don't see how I could benefit from lying about that." Oscar rubs his arm. "I don't really know what the Beholder is. I know fear gods or something, but I'm pretty sure I don't follow one or that."

Jonah raised his brow. "Then how can you hear him?"

"I'm not human." Oscar messes with his sleeves. "Not excatly something I like to tell people."

"How about we talk in my office." Jonah smiles, holding his hand out. "Those are some dangerous books you're asking for."

Oscar hesitates for a moment but nods. "Yeah, we can discuss this." He pauses again for a moment. "What do you mean by dangerous?"

"Those books drive people mad." Elias sighs. "One guy who picked up the yellow book bashed his head into a wall. I was barely working here a month, and that's probably when they don't touch the artifacts with your bare hands coming into effect."

"I've been told the King has that effect. Madness is kind of his thing, along with arts and music." Oscar sighs. "Arthur knows more than me honestly, I try to stay out of this, but I'm more involved than I realized, and I probably should get more involved."

Jonah's office was a bit more than Oscar imagined. It was old and ornate, but the modern computer on his desk seemed out of place. "Sit."

Oscar nods, placing his bag in his lap. He looks at the bag and sighs. "I um brought someone with me."

"In your bag?" Elias sounded confused. "Let them out then."

Oscar nods and unzips his bag, taking out a pristine clean skull with a tooth that seemed glued in.

Jonah and Elias could see the glowing eyes and whisps of blue flames.

"This is Yorick, I asked to borrow him from Arthur for help looking for the books." Oscar frowns. "Sorry about the bag."

The skull is silent for a moment before it hops on the desk to turn to face Oscar. "Nyarlathotep spawn! You don't need to apologize. I do not feel any pain or claustrophobia." He hops back around to a stunned Jonah and Elias. "You are the Pupil of the Beholder! Jonah Magnus and the owner of the body Elias Bouchard! You have been a good acolyte!"

"I.... um..." Jonah just stares at the skull.

"What are you?" Elias questions not quite sure if this thing can hear him.

"I am Yorick! I am a Vanguard! I exist here and in the dark world. I can be considered similar to your god. I am here to collect information and serve my masters!"

"You can hear me as well?" Elias sounded shocked.

"Yes."

Jonah nods. "You're an interesting creature." He smiles at Oscar. "So why do you need those books? They are quite dangerous, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Well, I think John would want the King's book because he is a fragment of the King, I want the one on Nyarlathotep because that's supposably my father." Oscar crosses his arms. "Although I don't know if either of them will really help me."

"You are Nyarlathotep spawn." Yorick clicks. "He still has a broken mind but is starting to remember!"

Jonah raised his brow. "I see. Well, if you would follow me, I can guide you to artifact storage, but I must insist you do not touch anything. I also hope we can continue this nice relationship for the future."

Oscar smiles. "Of course. I'll be careful."

"It would be nice to have someone else for poker night." Elias sighs. "Simon is quite annoying, and Jude burns the cards on purpose if she is losing. Peter is fun, but he's our husband and is always down to play, but I can't exactly play."

"I can bring my husband along, so you won't have to invite those guys." Oscar gets up. "Sorry, Yorick, I have to pit you back into the bag."

"It is ok! I do not feel." Yorick clicks as Oscar carefully picks him up and places him in the bag.

"How about next Saturday? My husband should be back from his voyage." Jonah nods and gets up as well.

"He should be." Elias huffs. "That's unless his family gets involved again."

Oscar nods along.

.......

Martin pauses. "Oh, uh dad, what are you doing here?"

Jonah raised a brow.

Oscar smiles, holding up two books. "Just borrowing some books. It's been difficult to find books on Nyarlathotep. Which isn't surprising, but your boss Elias was very helpful."

"Ah, right. Hello Mr. Bouchard. So why did you bring a bag?" Martin raised a brow.

"Oh right, I was borrowing Yorick for some help." Oscar hums. "Are you alright? Did you get the lunch Dennis made you?"

Martin smiles softly. "I'm fine, and yes, it was nice as always." He pauses. "Are you staying?"

"Well, I was going to drop this book off to Arthur before I leave, but I am not just a quick stop. Will you be home late?"

"No, I don't have errands to run." Martin sighs. "Stay safe please."

"Oh, I always am." Oscar waves as Martin heads out to research a statement.

Jonah tilted his head. "Martin's your son?"

"Oh, not biologically, I adopted him after his mother's death. He's a good kid." Oscar hums and moves towards the archives.

"I see." Jonah nods.

.......

Tim gasps alerting Arthur. "Hey, you're Oscar, the former priest. What brings you back with double boss man?"

Oscar smiles and waves. "Hello Tim, I'm just here with a book for Arthur, and to return something."

"For me?" Arthur furrows his brows. "You can just drop.... that off Oscar."

Oscar pauses. "Not the bag." He holds out the book, and Arthur's left hand snatches it. "It would be safer with you t... you..."

Arthur frowns. "Thank you, Oscar." He pauses. "You just missed Martin. He's going to follow a lead on one of the statements."

"Oh, don't worry, I saw him on my way down here. Oh, I have to ask before I forget. Have you run into Kayne recently?" Oscar smiles nervously.

"Thankfully not, but I wouldn't count on it staying like that.... what do you want u- me to say when he does?" Arthur leans forward.

"I don't know." Oscar frowns. "I don't even know if he knows who I am or if he even wants to know me. This was a lot easier when I thought he abandoned me."

Arthur reaches out and pats Oscar's hand. "Hey, whatever happens, you got us in your corner."

Oscar chuckles at something, nobody, but Arthur seems to hear it. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll see you later and have fun at work." He turns and smiles nervously at everyone's gaze. "I'll just be heading out."

Tim jolts up. "Actually, do you think we could talk for a sec?"

Oscar nods and follows Tim out into the hall. "What can I help you with?"

"I... this is a weird request, but I just wanted to know if you know Martin's favorite kind of food." Tim sighs. "He's a cute guy, and if I'm going to ask him out, I don't just want it to be a fling yaknow."

Oscar pauses clearly, not expecting this. "O-oh um, Martin likes homemade things more than a date out. We would cook together often enough, Dennis never liked going out, and I guess he picked up on that." He sighs. "It's sweet that you're asking me, but I only adopted him when he was 15, and it would be better if you ask him. He likes honesty."

Tim smiles. "Thank you. I've never really wanted to actually want to go steady with someone before. I know my reputation as a flirt, but I don't know this is new."

Oscar chuckles. "Oh, I understand. Just ask him and be direct, and he unfortunately picked up my habit of being dense."

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Tim waves and slips back into the archives.

........

"I don't poison food. That's just a waste." Dennis scoffs. "Either eat it, or I will take it from you."

Arthur quickly takes a bite he pauses and his face lights up. "This is very good."

Oscar chuckles as Dennis finally takes a seat. "I told you."

"It is very tasty, for something savory." John mumbles. "How did you two even end up together?"

"John! Not a dinner conversation." Arthur hissed.

Oscar chuckles. "No, it's a fair question."