#morpheoussilvercreature

[probablybadrpgideas]

Are you saying having a watch party on discord is not the correct answer with what to do with said DVD

We did do this on the patron discord in preparation for the review (coming ep 40) - Paper

[walkingshcdow-a]

"Hello, brother dear." Osielle stood on the path with her hands behind her back. "I see you've wasted no time with your gardening."

His hands, brown with earth, did not look like those of a prince, as Stolas knelt in the flower bed, singing to the sprouting greenery and unaware of her presence until he felt the magical field shift. Holy energy desecrated his garden and like a warrior, he sprang to his feet with a curse upon his lips.

He saw Osielle standing on the path, hands behind her back, looking at him with an expression he couldn't read. What he must have looked like to her in his coveralls and floppy sunhat. His image blinked for a moment and then he stood before her with clean hands and royal garb.

He couldn't help the laugh that fell lamely from his lips.

It had been so many millennia since last he saw his sister. What a striking, perplexing thing to have her here, now, looking at him! He thought of his other siblings and the way he would fly to their arms or to gather them in his.

There was no guarantee Osielle did not hold an angelic dagger in her hidden hands. Stolas cast a side-along glance at the palace. He should sound an alarm at the very least.

But here they stood in a garden and all he wanted was to feel a little peace, like when they last walked amongst greenery and flowers.

"Yes, well, I have to fill an eternity in Hell with something," he said. "Why not a little beauty?"

A pause. His eyes wrenched narrow as he fought back tears. He blinked owlishly a few times and then cocked his head with a delicate cough to clear his throat. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to douse himself in protective magics.

"It's been a long time," he said with the brightness of a gracious host. "What brings you to Hell?"

[forthegothicheroine]

ok but a version of dracula that is aestheticly perfect and incredibly faithful to the book but when the cowboy tries to shoot dracula everyone freaks the fuck out

And so they should!  (There’s a weird fringe theory that Quincey works for Dracula and was trying to shoot Van Helsing, but that makes no sense to me- if he wanted to kill him, there are much better ways to get away with it then shooting through a window when everybody’s there and then running around keeping on shooting at a bat!)

[professor-of-predators]

*whispers* do the sad boy. do it.

@walkingshcdow also asked:  Another I didn't send Clare but double dog dare you to tag her in: Victor Trevor

Godlike

TITLES: The Lost or The Forgotten, The Jeweler. Trevor is more often called on by name, especially by people asking for his protection. His epithets are more often used in common swears.

 DOMAIN: Jewelry and fine arts, especially theater. Craftsmanship, mining, marriage and divorce, Truth and honesty both to oneself and to others, finding one’s purpose, desire, clandestine affairs. Courage and Bravery. Resolving family drama or strife. Found Family and adoption. 

WORSHIP: Trevor isn’t particularly prevalent in people’s every day lives, unless one is a craftsman, but he is commonly invoked by private investigators and lovers who see themselves as star crossed, as well as mothers who are interrogating children or spouses suspicious of their partners. However theater actors often have pendants or shrines to him in their green rooms or under the stage, and many thespians have rituals for a great performance that relate back to Trevor. These include leaving offerings at internal shrines, wearing inherited jewery on stage, or placing a charm or that same jewelry in the left-hand pocket of one’s costume or the left shoe if there are no pockets. Rituals for luck on wedding days also relate back to Trevor, especially including flowers precious to him in one’s hair or bouquet. Miners and jewelry cutters also often have his symbols or shrines to Trevor in their homes or offices, or carry them down into the mines for protection and luck finding veins or gems. Somewhat confusing is his connection to affairs and secrets as well as truth and honesty. Detectives and those seeking the truth often invoke him to help discover the truth, but more commonly he’s invoked to provide the courage to admit the truth or to encourage the person being investigated to admit the truth. Meanwhile those unsure of themselves, lost, or beginning, considering or ending an affair call on Trevor to keep their secrets secret until the time is right or until they can gather the courage to admit the truth and leave a bad situation. Trevor’s shrines can also be seen in family planning centers or centers for adoption, and hopeful parents offer gifts to him in hopes of finding their child. 

SYMBOLS: Sapphires and emeralds are considered sacred to Trevor, and are often included in engagement rings. Silver is also considered sacred to Trevor, and silver coins are often used in rituals to gain his favor. Flowers sacred to Trevor include Ivy and chrysanthemums, white roses, and obedient plants, and if these flowers are used as offerings they are tied with red or green twine. Swans are a symbol of Trevor, especially male swans, or swans in pairs or with cygnets.  

MYTHS: Trevor features in many myths of love and of marriage. His most well known is of being married to an unfaithful spouse, and finally or eventually leaving her to be with a more honest lover. He also has myths of being cast out by other gods, eventually aiding in the overthrow of the old pantheon and finding his way back into the fold with support of the new gods.

[finelythreadedsky]

Hi! I saw you were a source on a few posts for Dacia Mariani's Dreams of Clytemnestra and I was just wondering how you got a copy? I've been wanting one for at least a year now but I've no idea how to get one so I'm asking anyone I can find who's read it. Thanks!

in early march i checked out a copy of the dacia maraini anthology “only prostitutes marry in may” which has four of her plays, including “dreams of clytemnestra,” via interlibrary loan through my college’s library (i have since been exiled from campus and the physical library system). if libraries are open/fulfilling requests for physical books where you are, it might be worth checking for any dacia maraini anthologies, but i don’t think it exists as a single volume on its own.

it is also up on the internet archive, which lets you virtually ‘check out’ an ebook like you would a library book. i’m not totally familiar with how it works, since i haven’t used it since their national emergency library program ended, so i’m not sure if you might have to wait if someone else has it checked out, but it appears to be available.

[solitarytype]

@morpheoussilvercreature​

Careful now, you’re starting to make it sound like we’re soulmates.

Or that was a joke worth making when she was more awake.

“I’ll take however long as you or the universe will give me.”

“Did you have adventures while you were gone?”

    “Not really. It was mostly cleanup work,      hiding old things that people shouldn’t      be touching."

He shrugged, but his smile grew.

    ”The kids really enjoyed themselves, though.      Seeing different landscapes and animals they’ve      never heard of before...they were over the moon.”

[rumpotdeckhand]

Homeless

{ Somewhat plotted starter for @morpheoussilvercreature }

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Honestly he should have expected it by now, especially after the countless warnings he skillfully had ignored because rent just wasn't a priority of his anymore. The man who had rented the room to him by no means was a bad man, in fact he'd been very patient but James had gone too far at last and now he was left with nothing but a few coins left in his pocket yet again. 

He banged his fists against the wooden door once more but it was of no use. It seemed as if the man had resorted to ignoring him so James sighed and gave up. Sleeping on Tortuga's streets was not a very smart move, you may wake up robbed of everything you owned or not at all and he was anything but liked among the people of Tortuga. 

He left then but not without telling this man to go to hell and thought about what he would do now. It wasn't a hard decision to make at all and looking for a place to stay the night certainly was not what he was going to do, it was the only thing that could possibly brighten his mood: Spending the little coins he had left on cheap drinks till he didn't have to think anymore.

A tavern was chosen at random and if he was completely honest, he was not in the mood to stay there. It was loud and full of people he'd rather not spend any time with, if he stayed he'd probably get into a fight by the end of the night. So he just got a bottle of what was cheapest, took a relieved sip and made his way to the exit. He'd grown to enjoy the burning feeling down his throat even if the taste was terrible. 

On his way out though, he kept his head low to avoid trouble and ran into someone, the botte slipped out of his hand at the impact and hit the floor where it shattered into pieces. "Pay attention to where you're going!", he snapped at the woman infront of him and cringed at the waste of his drink and money even if it most likely was his own fault anyway. "Look at what you've done!"

James gestured to the mess of shattered glass and liquid on the floor. Perhaps he was overreacting but god was he in a bad mood to begin with and he absolutely needed a drink now. Why was he always so unlucky? 

[inthegroundontime]

Christmas star thing

It’s the holiday season… | Not accepting!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?: RUDYARD. He refuses help and insists he’s been doing this for years.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?: Victor, after not having eaten for two days. Self-care, buddy. 

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Victor, tugging Rudyard onto the couch mostly for snuggles. Rudyard complains about the plot the whole time. 

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?: I feel like this is more a Victor move, but it’s probably something more Church-y. Could be Buble tough. Either way, he’s trying for the fifth Christmas in a  row to teach Rudyard the basics of waltzing and they’re teasing and fussing at each other in the kitchen.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping: Victor gets Rudyard’s presents wrapped in the last place Rudyard will look: Chapman’s.

who insists on making snow angels? I feel like this is an automatic response to falling down in the snow, which happens an alarming amount. Both of them.

who put christmas outfits on all the pets?: RUDYARD and they aren’t “pets”. It’s Madeline and she looks excellent in her Christmas jumper, thank you very much. 

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? A bit of both, since they live with Antigone (and the kids) if applicable and even though they’re staying home, they have family around and it’s not exactly quiet.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?: RUDYARD. Victor goes with it gamely. 

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? If the present isn’t family-friendly... ahem. But otherwise, they’ll open presents with everyone else.

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year?: I feel like VIctor says something about it and Rudyard turns it into a weird competition. 

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?: Victor puts it up ONE place and overnight, it multiplies. He thinks Rudyard is being competitive and is like “You don’t have to go to such lenghts to get me to kiss you, darling” and Rudyard is like, “I didn’t!” and no one believes him. Georgie thinks her prank is hilarious.

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm?: Victor. Rudyard doesn’t drink and I keep imagining the “You were flirting with Rudyard.” “So? He’s my husband.” “You asked if he was single. And cried when he said no.”

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?: RUDYARD “Now, look here. Santa Claus isn’t real-” “-ly happy that you interrupted the Woolfolk funeral. Let’s behave better if we want presents this year.” Goddammit, Rudyard. What would you do without your husband?