#joseph grimaldi

[spookyspeks]

Ayo is that Joseph Grimaldi

[whichgreathousewouldtheybepartof]

Nikola Orsinov from The Magnus Archives season three!

If Joseph Grimaldi, later known as Nikola Orsinov (The Magnus Archives), was in Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, which Great House of Westeros would they be part of or at least the most affiliated with?

House Targaryen

House Stark

House Lannister

House Baratheon

House Greyjoy

House Tully

House Arryn

House Martell

House Tyrell

Voting ended onJan 16

Ways to approach the poll if the character isn’t a royal:

If you think they’d be from a smaller house, go with the Great House that that smaller house is sworn to (ex: House Manderly —> vote Stark)

They don’t have to be a nobleperson, they can be someone working for the house or being ruled by them. Roles could be a sworn-sword, a septa, a butcher, a blacksmith, or even a lowly peasant.

You can consider the region itself. For example, if you feel the character would be from Dorne, pick House Martell.

You can consider the personality of the character. For example, if your character is all about honor, then consider either House Arryn or House Stark.

Last, but not least, be creative with it! For example, there was a comment I read that the character who was the subject of the poll would be pulling a Littlefinger, so they went with either Lannister or Tyrell as that would be that character’s target houses.

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Click for better quality and Close up on jacket pattern under cut

Colors all picked from carnival en Barcelona 1898 by Lluís Labarta Grañe

At the top of it is a crane and at the bottom is an anglerfish

[goodoldfashionedvillain]

El’s MAG 104 (Sneak Preview) thoughts and reviews

Notes

Tim’s statement !!!!

TIM.- « There hasn’t been a Circus statement since Leanne Denikin’s last year, and that was a dead end! There’s… someone would have told me. » (cf. MAG24 (Strange Music))

This episode is linked to The Stranger and to Orsinov’s circus

Do the people taken by Orsinov become wax creatures ? Or they are taken to harvest their skin?

The clown’s name is Joseph Grimaldi, Victorian London’s most famous clown

Review

Tim <3333

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Schadenfreude (the metamorphosis of the sinners)

Since it could remember, “the end” always enjoyed handing out judgment to the sinners that selfishly tried to become like them while denying the satisfaction and release that was their birthright (death) that they selfishly feared causing it to be born and not have the right to die like those selfish ingrates. It began to reminisce on some of it’s favorite judgments.

It took a great enjoyment out of its judgments on the “Grim Reapers”. Selfish souls who tried to escape their salvation for the selfish want to continue to existing who were punished by becoming the very thing they sought to evade and becoming punishers themselves to other selfish souls. If they were to live forever, they would have to live forever in the same agony it was in because of them and help it bring salvation that they denied. As much as it hated them, it was also grateful for their work and service and gave some of them like that soldier the chance to return back to how things were, but of course punishment is still punishment and it made sure that the soldier or any of the freed souls would never forget what they had done.

It’s judgment of Oliver Banks was interesting. It and Oliver always had such a turbulent relationship. It held some resentment for him due to he rejecting his role as a fellow punisher and savior of his kind and trying to run from his destiny (even tried to deny what was inevitable in some cases) while Oliver held resentment towards it for “ruining” his life and for destroying his ability to rest (it was simply giving him a taste of his own medicine). So when they met again, it understandably lashed out against the selfish man. But luckily after it was done scolding and punishing Oliver, the selfish man seemed to have a change of heart (he finally realized he cannot outrun his destiny) and willingly allowed himself to become what he was always destined to be.

Another favorite judgment was one of Oliver‘s lover. It enjoyed scolding and helping punish him with its kin for selfishly trying to deny and prolong his death with the help of a watcher. For this crime, it decided to punish him in the most fitting way it could. When its kin was stealing himself, it had stolen parts of himself as well. What more fitting fate for a man who used a watcher to avoid the inevitable and who fear death to experience total death, erasing him with the image of another and then appearing to his lover as him to replace him in his mind. It was truly the perfect karma and it enjoyed taunting the foolish and selfish lover with his face saying that it would enjoy replacing him in his lover’s life and how it would take great care of him as it left him faceless and formless in eternal darkness.

it’s judgment of the yellow rose and the purple rose was certainly interesting. Primarily because they were both so different yet so similar in how they behave during their judgment. Both sinful roses fear the inevitable punishment of their actions and did not want to fuse with the embodiment of lies (funny, considering how they were both liars) and both of them to their last moments drowned themselves in the lies that would eventually consume them, believing themselves have a noble purpose in fusing with the embodiment of lies and pretending not to know the real reason (as liars always do). Whether that be to “save the world” or save a “friend” didn’t matter, after all they were just lies to comfort themselves of what was going to happen to them. A notable difference was how they suddenly behaved during their “deaths”, the yellow rose pretended to be a martyr while secretly trying to fight becoming one with the thing that embodied how he lived his life (pretended to be naïve about what was really going on behind the surface to maintain his selfish ignorance and love for the woman he loved like what humans like to call a “mother”) the purple rose on the other hand, didn’t pretend to be a martyr. She knew what she had done could never truly be forgiven but despite that she wanted selfish comfort from the one man that believed the lying purple rose. She hesitated, but mostly willingly accepted her role (once a liar, always a liar).

Another favorite judgments included the judgments of the organist and the man who “discovered” one of its kin that would feed off the fear of the doom of everything created by his own kind. It found these judgments to be interesting because of how both men tried to pretend to be martyrs and pretending not to fear the inevitable end that they avoided for so long. They both “died” thinking that what they had done would perhaps save their kind from it and its kin despite knowing the truth that what they have done to save their foolish and selfish kin would only last so long and would eventually fail. Their kind has a saying that in death it’s hard to distinguish between person and person. And that was true with the two men. How would one know which one was a villain or hero if they were to simply look at nothing but bones? It’s favorite part of the judgment was seeing the organist become just like his victims who were denied the salvation of death by him.

Speaking of the victims, another favorite judgment of it was that of the clown that would later become the dancer for the organist and his fellow’s “Utopia”. It always enjoyed watching selfish ingrates like him get their just punishment for denying what they took from it. It enjoyed watching the old clown terrified and scared of what was going to happen to him because of his own actions and it also enjoyed ripping out his lying tongue as well (it always had fun mutilating and ruining them the same way they had mutilated and ruined it with their selfish fear) and felt such joy knowing he would be trapped in a hell of his own making.

It stopped reminiscing on old judgments and began to focus on the new one that was about to begin when it felt him in itself. It knew that this particular judgment would be fun as the one to be judged was none other than the so-called “Archivist” who fed its kin that fed off of the fear of being known and being seen and the most foolish of the sinners, trying to make sense of things they could never truly understand and tried to place it and its kin into tiny little boxes they could put on their little checkboards in their brains. It began to prepare itself for perhaps the most interesting judgment it has ever done.

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Nikola Orsinov

[two-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

I have a very strange variety of special interests one of which includes joseph grimaldi the actual real historical figure

I could info dump about his life for hours but I also hyperfixated on tma which features (granted briefly) joseph grimaldi

and now I can't find posts just about joey they're all tma which is OK but I want my depressed clown man posts

it also means that I do have a lot of questions for jonny about the timeline of joseph grimaldis life within tma universe

[just-a-lidle-creacher]

something happened. or someone happened. i was someone. now im nothing. or something. just a thing. i used to be someone. i’m not anyone. anything. they think i’m a monster. they’re probably right. i can’t remember anything. maybe everything. i don’t know. they told me he loved me. they told me he said he was me. i told them i’m an it. they look at me disappointed. it makes me real. i am already not. how can someone be real when they’re not flesh? it is the plastic that holds me together. he wanted a toy. he didn’t expect for it to be me. he doesn’t blame himself. my voice box screeches that he is wrong. i am nothing. they tell me it hurts. i tell them i feel fine. my face is smooth without features. my hands and joints creak when i move. i used to play the piano. i loved to hear the keys under my fleshy fingers, to feel the music in my ears. i looked out and saw the notes hang in my nose. the dust tasted just like him. i hear a distant calliope. i hear a song that sings of me. the waxworks dance and smell like beauty. the waxworks dance and smell like me. i have been told that i am nothing. i have been told that i am fake. my empty face turns to a smile. my plastic limbs all writhe and shake. i can’t remember the blood rushing. the brain that shook inside my head. what i am now is so much simpler. i’ll never have to rot again. i remember i was a person. that person lives outside of me. they’ll never know that im now plastic. the skin i wear sings i am free.