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@ekonborn-blog
At first I was kinda confused as to why no-one said anything about Jonathan’s eye situation but then I realized that people know him as the night shift doctor…
I’ve been playing Vampyr lately and despite it’s flaws I think it’s a good game. I’m currently on chapter four, so, about half-way there! Also, I just noticed that I misspelled Pippa’s name, but oh well, I’m too lazy to fix it.
spooky aesthetics
bloodied knuckles | tear-stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody hand print on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glowing eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood
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Tagging: Go for it!
‘ Well, not murdering me — that was the right choice. ‘ || from a Bitter Sean Hampton
This Meme – slow, still accepting
@rnelodramas
Jonathanwas prone to self-righteousness—hewanted to believe it to be confidence,but it was just simply thatin some cases.
Medicalknowledge and techniques were easyto debate, they could be tested.They either worked or they didn't. He tried to act within the ethicalperspective—dono harm.Yet...Sean was a hard case to pull apart (andjustify)in his head. Morality was always a...uncomfortablesubject to work with when it went wrong. (Perhaps he should start to stop viewing him as acaseand as someone he pushed his condition on.)His bitterness was something Jonathan had come to expect, especiallygiven his actions, as much as he fought with himself over the endjustifying the means. Killing him wasn't the right choice in this,and sparing him would doom more than just Sean himself once thatinfection took complete hold—so, here they were.
“...Itis,” he agreed, stiff—conflicted,but remained rather stoic. “Perhaps there will come a time whereyou may wish to hear my reasons behind my actions, but I do notbelieve nowto be that moment. Killing you would not have accomplished anything,Sean, but sparing you this fate would have been a worsechoice.”
@orionali
Okay so the screens from the talk may be fun and stuff but to me it’s not fully perfect unless you have this. (btw sorry for the shitty quality I don’t own any good tools to record this)
(also i love my lil boy. can murder cold-blooded and leave his beloved one to flames, can’t speak of erection. 10/10, would murder again)
(also also if you want that, here’s my vampyr sideblog, as I won’t be posting anything related to that game on this very one)
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I was obsessed with loss; not surprisingly, I was also acquisitive, possessive. The two tendencies fed each other; every impulse to extend my holdings increased the fundamental anxiety. Actual loss, loss of mere property, was a release, an abrupt transition from anticipation to expertise. In passing, I learned something about fire, about its appetite. I watched the destruction of all that had been, all that would not be again, and all that remained took on a radiance. These are, in the deepest sense, ordinary experiences. On the subject of change, of loss, we all attain to authority. In my case, the timing was efficient. I was in my late thirties; perhaps I’d learned all I could about preparation, about gathering. The next lesson is abandon, letting go.
Louise Gluck, Proofs & Theories, 106 (via arterialtrees)
rookiepipebomb (Deputy Lamb.):
Whistling leaves, small groans of pain.
She sat up as much as she could when he started to rummage gently in his bag. Piper understood his discomfort sitting in the open, even at night, the small fire would still be seen through the trees. She gave the doctor a small smile when he handed her his radio. Flipping to the right channel she paused before pressing the button.
“You can leave me here, I’ve spent plenty of nights alone in the dark.” She joked slightly before pressing the call on the radio.
“Deputy Lamb to Nick Rye.” There was a short silence before the radio burst to life with a man’s voice.
“Pip! Oh thank god! Kim and I were worried. Is everything okay, are you okay?” Nick Rye shot out question after question and Piper had to cover the radio with her hand as he yelled.
“Shhh Nick! I just wanted to let you know I’m fine, I’m going radio silent for awhile so keep radioing my name to a minimum.” She spoke with a stern voice to her friend. He was definitely the best choice to call even if he was loud.
“Got it! Stay safe out there Pip! Rye over and out.” Hearing her nickname come from a familiar voice gave her chest a small heave of happiness. Handing back the doctors radio she sat in silence for a moment.
“If you need to leave you should, I’ll be alright.” Piper tried to give her best confident smile, not sure if it translated well.
“So have I, there's a value to company,” he muttered, mostly as an aside to himself.
He could understand the need for privacy, but leaving her out in the woods like this didn't sit well on his conscious. 'Doctor mode' was something he had a hard time slipping out of these days, but in the situation he figured it was needed and warranted. He paused, listening somewhat as she spoke down the radio. The name was familiar, the voice wasn't. Still, at least she had someone to reach out to if she needed—it was one thing off his shoulders if he needed to send her somewhere. Granted, that's if she couldn't do it herself, which she certainly seemed to feel that she could do.
Without the painkillers and bandages, Jonathan had a hard time believing she'd get too far. Still, adrenaline was something he had to factor in too.
“Thank you,” he said with a nod once she handed him back the radio, tucking it away into his bag as the silence fell between the two of them. Still, he paused at her offer, Jonathan seriously considering it for a few moments before he let out a short sigh.
“That clinic in Fall's End you mentioned, is is functional? Are there active physicians?” he asked, knowing full well he shifted the topic without an answer, but the questions were out regardless, “I would feel more...comforted having a second opinion, considering doing something like this out in the woods leaves plenty of room for mistakes. I don't doubt your confidence, Deputy, but we're human after all.”
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@bloodydevoir
It was a little strange to hear the bitof praise from Jonathan, given how he was usually received in thispart of town. The residents held a rather heavy mistrustof doctors, and he often found that he wasn't able to bring himselfto be offended by it. Things had changed somewhat around the other, alittle less tense and reprimanding (on Reid's part) now thathe understood to keep away from the hospital unless there was anemergency. Jonathan often made rounds outside of the hospital to thepeople in the city, there were certainly enough chances for the twoof them to meet. He had yet to understand why he chose to remain,given the state of health the city was in, though he could understandthe reasoning of wanting to be there for those in need.
So, naturally, he found it odd that hewas being praised for doing, what he believed to be, the minimalstandard. The doctor set him with a somewhat tiredstare—perpetually tired was his appearance, as muchas the need for sleep wasn't prominent in his state. Still, he gave aquick nod at his words, the ghost of a smile crossing his features,though it was easy to miss.
“I only wish to help.”
* ERA AESTHETICS ! tagged by: I took it from...somewhere. It’s been sitting in my drafts a while. lol tagging: Anybody! Feel free to steal from me.
MEDIEVAL: tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
RENAISSANCE: freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.
BAROQUE: dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
CLASSICAL: chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
ROMANTIC: compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
“I cannot express my thrill at this serendipitous turn of events! The world’s most eminent specialist in blood transfusion’s a vampire. One might even say, a gift from heavens!”
— “By the sacred Stole, this is very bad news. Bad news indeed…”
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@rollingsnowsmasher
Well, I hope the team I’m playing for is winning in your eyes, then. :p Seriously, thank you so much for your support and kind words. I really needed to hear them this this week, that’s for sure. I hope you know I’m always on your team, too. <3
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- From “Know your enemies” by Carl Eldritch, Priwen leader
@ekonborn
WHAT TRAIT MAKES YOUR MUSE LOVABLE?
MUSE: Doctor J/onathan R/eid.
PEOPLE LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE: A BRAIN.
You radiate a quiet intellect, and it's your great mind that draws people to you. You're extremely well-read, and your vast knowledge makes you an excellent conversationalist. You have a smaller group of friends (you go for quality over quantity), but they're all just as smart and intellectually stimulating as you are. Get all of you in a room, and you could solve most of the world's problems before lunch! Sometimes your intellectual pursuits take you away from having a robust social life, but your intellectual contributions more than make up for a lighter social calendar.
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TAGGING: Go for it!
Jonathan’s emotions are rather muted in his expressions and body language, though a few tell-tale things do slip through. It would take a great amount of one emotion for it to bare an obvious impact on his expression, but he carries most of his feelings in his actions and tone of voice. So, in effect, his anger is always very downplayed. It can be hard to tell on his face, but as soon as he opens his mouth, it’s very easy to tell. A lot of stern words with a great amount of venom to them, sarcasm and some mocking, are all signs that he’s losing respect for someone or isn’t taking them seriously.
He is a fighter, but uses it mainly for self-defense. Disagreements and petty arguments will usually be shot down with quick wit and dismissive behavior. He doesn’t have the time. Though, he does have a haughty sense of self-worth or identity sometimes, too, so he may continue to argue with or mock someone if he finds the conversation amusing, but once hostilities are known, he’s more prone to leave.
ind. selective. private.
promo temp. x
