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I’ve put the prints of these 3 illustrations on my Etsy shop! 5 euro each - A4 size.
Check them: https://www.etsy.com/it/shop/StormNeverland
Konstantin Egorovich Makovsky (Russian, 1839-1915) Portrait of an Arabian Girl
I drew something finally lol (follow me on instagram: @ pyrrhics)
oh to be choked by the haruspex’s gentle surgeon hand… (redraw of a scene from luther)
※ please do not repost my art ※ ➜ commission and ko-fi links in bio
Do you have a list or something of your favourite academic/theory books? 🥺
sure! all of them should be available on libgen, so enjoy 🧚🏻♀️ i did focus on cultural histories rather than theory, though, otherwise it would get too long. virtually all of them are published by the academic presses, and well-sourced and peer-reviewed. no pseudoscience in this household, no sirree! (also, none of them have anything to do with my actual field of study. i’m just like that)
— Medieval Ghost Stories: An Anthology of Miracles, Marvels and Prodigies, — Fallen Bodies: Pollution, Sexuality, and Demonology in the Middle Ages, — After Lives: A Guide to Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory, — Darkness: A Cultural History, — Eccentricity and the Cultural Imagination in Nineteenth-Century Paris, — Angels & Angelology in the Middle Ages, — Enchanted Europe: Superstition, Reason, and Religion 1250-1750, — Bedeviled: A Shadow History of Demons in Science, — The Extraordinary and the Everyday in Early Modern England, — Landscapes of Fear, — Strangers, Gods and Monsters: Interpreting Otherness, — The Severed Head: Capital Visions, — Gothicka: Vampire Heroes, Human Gods, and the New Supernatural, — Frauds, Myths, and Mysteries: Science and Pseudoscience in Archaeology, — When the Dead Rise: Narratives of the Revenant, from the Middle Ages to the Present Day, — Mystics and Messiahs: Cults and New Religions in American History, — Religion and Its Monsters, — On Monsters: An Unnatural History of Our Worst Fears, — The Prince of Darkness: Radical Evil and the Power of Good in History, — Visions of the End: Apocalyptic Traditions in the Middle Ages, — Medieval Robots: Mechanism, Magic, Nature, and Art, — Gods and Robots: Myths, Machines, and Ancient Dreams of Technology, — From Gods to God: How the Bible Debunked, Suppressed, Or Changed Ancient Myths and Legends, — A Cabinet of Byzantine Curiosities: Strange Tales and Surprising Facts from History's Most Orthodox Empire, — Women Who Fly: Goddesses, Witches, Mystics, and Other Airborne Females, — The Spectral Arctic: A History of Dreams and Ghosts in Polar Exploration, — Strange Histories: The Trial of the Pig, the Walking Dead, and Other Matters of Fact from the Medieval and Renaissance Worlds, — Discerning Spirits: Divine and Demonic Possession in the Middle Ages, — Grimoires: A History of Magic Books, — Dark Tongues: The Art of Rogues and Riddlers,
etc, etc, etc.
You seem like someone who would have Elias/Jon fic recommendations👀
Oh boi wonder what could have given off that impression
Yes I do!! The jonelias tag on ao3 is a clusterfuck and almost half of the fics in there are... bad. And not in a good sense. But the valid ones are *chef's kiss*
Beholding's Own by Candentia: can't stress enough how much of a Must-read this is. I've grown so attached to this fic I sometimes mistake it for canon. A "What if Jon had been Jonah's first and only Archivist?" au
explain, explain: tingly time. I love the writing in this one.
tell me again about how it hurts by Wildehack (tyleet): bastard man facing his Archivist in prison what will he do
A Little Game of Cat and Mouse by Paptato: this one's ongoing but it's adorable. Jon gets sent back in time to kill mr Magnus himself but founds himself unable to accomplish his task. Literally.
A Sweet, Poisonous Sting by Candentia: Elias is being his usual secretive bastard self but this time they're MARRIED. This one's ongoing, too
royalty in ruin by screechfox: it's About The Religious Symbolism and the Codependency
those willing hands by depugnare: Elias isn't the one who has the upper hand in their dynamic. We love to see it.
the ritual of kings by screechfox: what if... we started the apocalypse together... and we were both eldritch creatures
a fact or a weapon by marrowbones: I think about this fic every day of my life
quiet by SilentRapidWriter: Jon can't stop Seeing. Except for when Elias is there.
king of infinite space by Amber: Elias better hope he will manage to tame Jon's hunger and powers from there on out
The Hungry Cosmos by spacehopper: "What did you do to me?" "I've made you a God"
Shut out from Truth by this Slight Barries by winternacht: good old s2 times, and a lovely Jon/Jonathan Fanshawe parallelism
man without the eyes that gave us the moon by murphysics: this one understand the importance of communication and great dialogue. Also Elias has a mug with "world's shittiest boss" written on it
You can't outrun your Occupation, Jonah by theonetheonlyalexthemonarch: it's hard to be a prophet. (This fic owns my ass :/)
From the same author, And He'll Tell Me All About It Over There: terrible couple can have a little tenderness. As a treat.
where false gods reside by RavensAndSnakes: death promises and a dance
There are a lot more that are very very good but I feel these ones better express the kind of dynamic I prefer to read w these two. Sorry for being late, I went through all 20 pages of the ship tag because i haven't saved my favourite fics anywhere :/
If I may add - Like nobody else exists, except for us by ladyxoxo: Martin really didn't mean to spy. Except... the door isn't shut neat, and even Elias knows that Jon doesn't tolerate that. He can't imagine who could possibly be in there with Jon.
And Professional Distance by Anonymous: When his new Archivist has too much to drink at his birthday party, Elias sees an opening.
Castling Your King: An Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi Rec List
“I’m glad I found you…to paraphrase Hegel, advancement cannot occur without both thesis and antithesis.”
fics may be based on the canons of either Persona 5 + Persona 5 Royal. Check notes and tags of fics for warnings and ratings, esp for violence, dark topics etc.
One-Shots (includes canon, canon divergence, future fics, and AUs)
all we inherit by Mertiya Akira visits Akechi’s Palace, and events play out differently.
warm data by scionblad Goro Akechi was seventeen years old and fond of biking, high-class food, and bouldering. It felt a very mechanical way to get to know a person, like a checklist of the things that made them up. Bullet Caught Between Your Teeth by npcx Akira’s forgiveness is unrelenting. Akechi’s heart can hardly keep up.
Start Again At Your Beginnings by joishbishmyoga The thing about having given your heart, your service, and most of your soul to your country, Soujiro thought, mouthing at an unlit cigarette as he sat uselessly by Akira’s bedside for the second night in a row, watching that the kid kept breathing through his concussion… The thing was, you either broke, or you learned to appreciate the simpler things in life. Fine coffee. Fresh curry. Regular customers.
Old friends.
ashes and ruin by SpookyVern An evening conversation that traveled into Kurusu’s attic, ruined by one sentence.
“We know you know about the metaverse.”
furball by hamnet Goro finds a kitten. Despite everything his logic tells him, he keeps her.
Spring Cleaning by deplore Goro’s hair grows longer and his feelings grow deeper as he waits for Akira Kurusu to return. Emotions gain a peculiar, foreign dimension to them, like he’s slowly being filled with the things that he previously lacked. Or maybe it’s more that he’s regaining things that he once tried to throw away: his dreams, his passions, his opportunities, all burned to crisps and used as kindling to keep the hell-fire in him fierce and unyielding. a multitude of deaths, and a world for us alone by deplore Post-canon AU. Goro and Akira go on a trip together, and Goro has bad dreams. Goro breathes in deeply and interlaces his fingers. “The night sky,’ he begins to say, and then lets the subject trail off with no action behind it, letting that trite, overused line go unfinished: the night sky is beautiful, which really means – I think you’re beautiful. I love you.
get lost tracing my steps back by the hyacinth girl (arguendo) Favors exchanged after a juvenile court hearing.
Places, everyone by neonsign Because where Akira Kurusu goes, Goro Akechi follows. Everyone knows the rivalry, even if their knowledge is limited to what’s been in the papers; a game like this draws attention from those content to sit on the sidelines.
With Mournful Tread by Yustiel There’s Akechi, bandaging his wounds in the dusty summer evenings with gentle hands; Akechi, reading the English aloud for his sake; Akechi, with undue viciousness, tearing at the shadow that had threatened them.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I won’t let them touch you.” But oh, they’re not the ones he’s afraid of. (New Game+ AU)
and it looks so very much like me by Rethira felix faces him, leans down and murmurs, “i don’t mind if you call me goro, amamiya-kun” (the velvet room has a new attendant)
Felled by izanyas At the dawn of their doomed partnership, in a moment of weakness, Joker gives Akechi a chance.
How to Build a Temple by sakuraba Falling in love – not the how, but the where. Or: Akechi Goro finally gets something he’s desperately been lacking.
i can put on a show by SpineAndSpite “Were you this hard when you killed me?” the vicious mouth asks.
skeptic by chasmish Maybe it’s just a born characteristic of Kurusu’s, Goro thinks idly. To be so cynical.
playing with ghosts by dcuros Late at night, Akira brews a particular blend, sets up the chessboard and chases the ghost of Akechi Goro.
the devil’s details by relationshipcrimes When Akechi is sentenced to six years in prison after Shido’s change of heart, Akira makes sure to stay in touch.
when your eyes say it by lesbianedgeworth Akechi exhales sharply. Annoyed. Better then soft any day, if he matched this with pity Joker would throw himself off a roof and be done with it— he meets Joker’s eyes as abruptly as he decides to do anything. “You like me. Is that right?” in the aftermath of february second, akechi and joker have some things to say.
it’s not the waking by theexistentiallyqueer There’s something hot and thick sitting in his throat almost choking him, something heavy and full of furious grief.You should know the moment when you first fall in love. (Persona 5 Royal spoilers)
the second hand of fate ticks closer to home by theexistentiallyqueer “Hey,” Akira says, catching Akechi by the sleeve of his jacket before he can leave. “Stay for a bit.”
He doesn’t look to see if Akechi stays; he can hear that Akechi stays, because the door doesn’t open and the bell doesn’t ring. Akira goes behind the bar to grab a canister off the shelves on the wall and make them both coffee. (Persona 5 Royal spoilers)
To err is human by Katraa to forgive, divine. It’s a matter of perspective. At least that’s what he tells himself so he can sleep at night. His sleep isn’t sound, instead riddled with nightmares and roaming hands. Hot whiskey eyes and bony fingers make themselves at home in his mind and he can’t escape. There’s a bomb, ticking away, set to explode – or perhaps implode? – in less than a month and yet he can’t help himself from wanting to play with the wires.
Fold In by SomewhereFlying As long as Goro was still around, the Thieves would be in danger - if not from him, then from Shido - and that was something he could no longer bear. Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is run away. What You Don’t Know by SomewhereFlying Akira was supposed to be keeping his nose down during his probation at Shujin, but sometimes things don’t work out the way you expect. Sometimes you befriend the other misfits in school and start working to expose an abusive teacher for the scum that he is. Hey, it couldn’t be helped - these things happen.
Sometimes you have to distract the student council vice president by making out with him. These things happen.
uncertainty principle by akc In the silence, Akira asks his ceiling why things turned out this way. His ceiling does not answer. (goro and akira are childhood friends au)
Cover Your Tracks by prosodiical On the day Goro Akechi first entered the Metaverse, a stranger followed him in. A little more than two years later, Akira Kurusu returns to Shibuya, accidentally stumbles into another Palace, and meets a talking cat.
Epic Fics
Crooked Hands by coolkidroland In which Akira absolutely does not learn to leave well enough alone. (alternate title: A Fork in Want of a Light Socket). Part of a series. Followed by Goblin Men and The Reed Which Grows Nevermore Again.
an all encompassing guide on how to stop the snow from falling by akc After living quietly by himself for nearly two years, dead in the eyes of the Phantom Thieves, Akechi Goro makes the decision to step into Leblanc unprompted to face them all, unaware of the tumultuous unfolding and unfurling that will come along with it.
Dreaming of Butterflies by heavymoons Akira wakes up, his mind bursting with visions of the future and his heart burning with resolve … only to discover that he hadn’t needed to worry about it at all. (I.e. NG+ maxstats!Akira might be an anxious, mildly depressed wreck but he has never looked this good.)
people like you, people like me by cybersquatt I know about the Metaverse and what you are, he sometimes thinks about dumping the hard truth onto Kurusu, just to see that notorious poker face off guard at least once. You better stop this hero act before you ruin us both. As if he’s not the one driving them off the road. (Persona 5 Royal setting)
killed with kindness by veterization Goro can’t quite figure out why so many people keep acting like they’re his friend. (Or: the one where the Phantom Thieves decide to know thy enemy, befriend thy enemy, love thy enemy, crush on thy enemy).
it takes a village by shouldbeworking Each passing day brings new challenges, and each passing day brings his plan closer to fruition.
So, who cares if he keeps remembering things that never happened? So what if there are eight Phantom Thieves, rather than the three he expected? And so what if their leader has proven surprisingly adept at avoiding him? None of it matters. A new game is starting, and Akechi Goro is going to win it.
a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn by theexistentiallyqueer Goro spent three years in juvenile hall, unmoored and deserted on a metaphorical island with no ship in sight. He never planned for a future beyond ruining the man who ruined him. (The funny thing about futures is that they have their own way of finding you.)
you will not take my heart alive by myotinae Kurusu leans forward and says, “Look. You do deserve to feel this bad. I’m sorry, but you do. But you don’t deserve to be alone while you deal with it. So I’ll leave now if you want me to, but I’m coming back tomorrow. All right?” Goro wipes his face with his sleeve and glowers at him: Great Akira the Moralizer, who knows exactly what everyone else deserves. Perfect, beloved Akira. Once More With Feeling by beesandtoes Akira’s determined not to let Akechi die this time. Akira’s determined not to let Akechi die this time. Akira’s determined not to let Akechi die this time. Akira— well, he’ll get it next time for sure.
The Haunting of Gareth Mallory
My effort for Occult October. Thanks to @castillon02 for her prompt, which was ‘skulls’.
MI6 allows some dress creativity on Halloween prior to an informal party in the evening (ironic, considering to what degree death is part of their profession), and Mallory very nearly has a goddamn heart attack when Q turns up in Q-Branch wearing a skull mask.
The mask in itself is more beautiful than scary, Mallory imagines. It’s masterfully crafted, clearly not something bought for 50p in a Tesco Metro till queue; the bones are all anatomically correct and well sculpted, and the dirty white colour looks remarkably like real bone. It looks like expensive porcelain craft and sits on Q’s face uncannily well, emphasising his green eyes (sans glasses today) in a way that really doesn’t make it odd that Bond is practically winding around him like a cat in heat.
(Q is a very attractive man. Just because Mallory is asexual it doesn’t mean he’s blind.)
All in all, a very nice mask, matched cheekily by Bond wearing all black and a tie with a spinal column printed on it in stark white. No cause for alarm. And yet, when he first saw Q in that mask, Mallory felt his blood turn cold and his breath catch in his chest like painful fire. A horrifying thing, carefully buried in the back of his mind, roars and blazes back into life and for a moment he’s frightened he will have a bloody panic attack.
Still, bureaucrat or not, he is in the spy business, so he manages to collect himself and retreat into his office where his hand shakes only the slightest bit when he pours himself some brandy.
Calm. He needs calm. It was just a mask, nothing to be frightened of, nothing that means anything. He knocks the whole glass back in one go and pours another.
The thing is, a part of Mallory doesn’t really like Q.
He almost feels bad about it, because Q is objectively a fairly likeable person - if one likes lofty geniuses who talk about things one has no hopes of understanding - and he mostly does like him, but there is that part of him that doesn’t. It’s not Q’s personality that he dislikes. Not at all. Q can be very entertaining, quite charming, and dangerously charismatic to a point where his staff have chosen to call themselves his ‘minions’. No, Mallory has nothing against Q’s personality. It’s the other thing.
It’s Q’s mind.
Q and his genius are indispensable, safeguarding MI6 with invisible walls and traps that snag and destroy people half a world away. All of MI6′s digital security has been re-designed, engineered and put up by Q, and Q has a masterful control over each and every nook and cranny of it.
And that’s what sits so uneasily with Mallory. Because recruiting Q’s genius to work for them had been a clever move on M’s - the old M’s - part, but in Mallory’s mind it’s something of a double-edged sword. Because now they need to keep Q. They need to make sure he has the best toys and the best playground, that he isn’t tempted to stray from them.
Because it’s Q’s genius that has built MI6′s intangible defences, and it’s Q’s genius that could horribly, inconceivably, strip them away and gut the entire organisation in several seconds flat. Mallory has watched him slice into their enemies’ sophisticated defences with ruthless precision and a gleam of relish behind his spectacles, and then either sleekly stick to the shadows, find elegant shortcuts, and lift only the few details they need before leaving like he never was there, or rip out the enemy system’s entrails, spark mayhem and let chaos devour everything until it collapses in on itself, with Q standing at the helm of it all like a graceful conductor.
Mallory tries not to be unfair; Q obviously loves his job and is happy in MI6. Q is also loyal enough to Queen and Country not to keep Mallory awake at night with anxiety, but he realises he doesn’t enjoy the same guarantee of personal loyalty that the old M did. And that, in a way, is probably what worries him.
It’s also where the mask comes in.
The entire Silva nightmare left them all shaken: the explosion, then the whole Skyfall incident culminating in M’s death. Plenty of people have been scarred in one way or another, and Bond’s trauma seems to be the one that people remember the most when thinking about Silva. And while Bond’s experiences have certainly been the most spectacular, no one ever stopped to realise what a fucking horrifying trauma Mallory got left with after the whole ordeal.
Silva haunts him.
Sometimes, Mallory almost sees him.
Some days, when he’s tired, when a mission is going poorly, when Q clenches his teeth and tries not to lose an agent, his eyes hard and merciless as he condemns a dozen henchmen to death in an explosion, Silva breathes a chill on the back of Mallory’s neck.
He’s terrified of Q one day becoming his own Silva, going after him with an all-destructive fury, scorching the earth in his wake and inevitably ensnaring Mallory in a horrifying trap, pulling the final strings, and destroying him.
A few months ago, Bond got snatched by enemies on a mission, and Mallory felt like he was looking into death’s eyes when Q faced him, stone-cold and composed to an inhuman degree, and demanded to redirect all efforts to rescue Bond. Mallory agreed, because he is for saving human life, but (to his shame) mostly because in that moment he saw in Q’s eyes all the terrifying possible outcomes and among them Q grieving his lover’s death and turning against the people - the man - who was willing to abandon him and let him die.
Cue another Silva. Mallory’s Silva. A genius holding the entire digital world in the palm of his hand and ruthlessly ready to crush it.
Bond was recovered within two days, and the four people responsible for his torture died in ways corresponding with their private fears and phobias. Q, eyes hard as steel and voice smooth like glass, denied having anything to do with it.
And today that skull mask hit just a little too close to home, uncomfortably reminding Mallory of the sugar skull Silva had taken as his macabre logo of sorts. A reminder of paths that conceivably could be taken.
(Mallory is still terrified of Q being kidnapped and not recovered. Of having to spend the rest of his days in permanent terror of inevitable vengeance.)
It’s just a mask. It’s just a pretty Halloween mask, it’s nothing.
Mallory takes another sip of his brandy; his hand manages not to shake, and he takes a fortifying breath. Just a mask. Just a coincidence, just a bloody couple’s costume between Q and Bond. Almost endearing, if they weren’t both such headaches for Mallory even on the best of days.
He finishes his brandy, straightens his suit jacket, and leaves his office to find Moneypenny back behind her desk and sporting a jaunty witch’s hat complete with a fake spider dangling from the tattered brim.
“Very dashing,” he tells her, because she always makes him feel better.
“Thank you, sir,” she smiles. “No costume for you?”
“I think I’m plenty scary already,” he tries for humour and a smile, and going by her small laugh, he mostly succeeds.
“Of course.”
He goes about the rest of his day. Bond is very nearly glued to Q’s side, lounging about Q-Branch and pointlessly rearranging the spooky decorations, probably just to be a nuisance. The witching hour is over. Silva is gone. All that Mallory sees is Q in a Halloween mask, smirking when Bond leans in to murmur something in his ear, and in that moment Mallory is downright fond of them, god help him.
Q types something on a keyboard, and one of the screens is taken over by a digital dancing skeleton in a top hat. It tips the hat and a flock of ravens fly out accompanied by a cackle from several speakers.
Mallory looks at Bond’s warm smile directed at Q and hopes never to collect any sins to think on.
watercolor asks
zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!
cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?
lemon; what’s your comfort food?
hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?
yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!
naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?
raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?
golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.
golden deep; what’s your favorite season?
cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?
orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?
titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?
shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?
red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?
burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?
english red; what animal do you relate to most?
vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?
cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?
scarlet; describe your current crush/es.
ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?
carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?
madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?
rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?
quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?
violet rose; what does your dream house look like?
violet; is there any place in particular you’d like to settle down?
blue lake; what would you like to do/accomplish before you settle down?
cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?
ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?
blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?
bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?
blue cobalt; do you like your name? would you give yourself a different name if you could?
prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?
azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?
turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?
cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?
glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.
yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?
green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?
green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?
emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?
oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?
olive green; are you currently reading anything? how do you like it so far?
mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?
burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?
umber; have you drank enough water today?
voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?
sepia; name five things that always make you happy.
indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?
payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?
black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!
Details in Blue
Infanta Isabel de Bourbon, 1866, by Vicente Palmaroli y Gonzalez.
Madame Charles Simon Favart, 1757, by François-Hubert Drouais.
Marie-Thérèse de Savoie, 1775, by Jean-Baptiste André Gautier-Dagoty.
Princesse de Broglie, 1853, by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.
Admiring the Gift, by Pio Ricci.
Portrait de Philomena Lynch, 1900’s, by Paul Jobert.
Marie-Antoinette with the Rose, 1783, by Louise Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun.
Anne Streatfeild, 1756, by Arthur Devis.
María Isabel Álvarez y Montes, 1868, by Federico Madrazo.
Portrait of Amalia de Llano, 1853, by Federico de Madrazo y Kuntz.