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laurelnose · 8 months
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Did Christopher Illopoly for real actually part ways with his adoptive father and mentor over an obsession with the Door-in-the-Eye only for Teresa to later leave him for the service of the same fucking Hour? are you kidding me??? I’m biting my notebook in half. christopherrrrrrrr 😭
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charlotlie · 9 months
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bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM
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yourgirlfoe · 1 year
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Ya'll ever go, "fuckin' hell, I know this smell!" and it's the smell of a February evening from 2017 ?
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existentialblake · 9 months
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Rationalizing the irrational
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cats-and-cacti · 27 days
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passionatefool · 1 month
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sleeping my problems away in a richard papen way
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admirornox · 4 months
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tumblr is an interesting mix of entertainment. i scroll a little and i read the most gut-punching, heartfelt poetry then the next post is a gif of a blowjob performance.
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thinkingoffrancis · 5 months
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oh to be able to read my favourite books for the first time again. or to view my favorite films the same way i did when i’d never even heard of the title or the actors before. or to hear my favourite songs like i did when they first were introduced to me. that is the dream.
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macaulaytwins · 9 months
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A lot of people read the secret history and say “why would they do something like that” “oh how could they be so horrible” well I’ll tell you why:
Francis: mommy issues, rich
Camilla: blonde
Charles: blonde as well, repressed
Henry: only child
Richard: loser
Hope this helps x
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dribs-and-drabbles · 6 months
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The Thai 🤝🏽 Taiwanese Communal Wardrobe item #1
Theory of Love ep 5:
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En of Love: This is Love Story ep 1:
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HIStory 4: Close to You ep 1 & 14:
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My Secret Love ep 10:
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Check Out ep 10:
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Mama Gogo ep 10:
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Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 9:
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(all credit to @chickenstrangers for this one)
+ bonus not in a series but...
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catastrxblues · 3 months
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i couldn’t find the artist but this is the pinterest post i used! please do tell me if you know so i can credit them
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laurelnose · 6 months
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how are we feeling about book of hours? or have you left your cultist sim phase
I was a bit confused by this ask bc I’m actually pretty active in Secret Histories fandom and then I remembered my activity for this fandom happens to be like, exclusively on reddit and the wikis, lmao. My Secret Histories phase has not ended, anon! I am always thinking about the Histories!!
Book of Hours: good! I find myself tripped up by choice paralysis every time I get ready to commit a History to paper (it takes so much LONGER to do a Librarian run than a Cultist run, Alex, I know you didn’t actually intend for us to replay the game 100+ times but also 😭) but it’s fun it’s cozy!
It is just flatly not as good or tight an experience as CS — some of the writing is weaker, like the proliferation of just... existing quotes from elsewhere? and the humor attempts are a little ehh; there are still missing features, tho’ yes, these are being worked on at an impressive rate; the replayability is not really there, on purpose — but Cultist Simulator is really fucking good, so BoH falling a touch short isn’t much of a criticism at all. I genuinely really like it and have very much enjoyed the lore-digging. There’s soooo much new stuff abt my problematic apostate fave 🩵 Coseley and Naenia? Coseley and an Hour from Nowhere? Delightful! The patches have been big QoL improvements. Plus I can’t discount the part where the first time I launched the game and the SH kachunk sound played it just—felt like coming home, and that feeling didn’t abate at all as I started working through the Library.
I’m waiting for DAYMARE before I start another descent (and, like, I also need to finish BG3 before Stardew 1.6 drops? besides all the holiday stuff I gotta get through in the next couple months) but I’m gonna do Magnate next I think. I’m a Moth/Lantern sucker so my past Librarians have been mostly the Twice-Born and the Prodigal. Time for Edge!
anyways here you can have a little sad Christopher fic snippet, as a treat
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The Hotel Ciervo offers a continental breakfast. You pass over the buns and pastries glistening with sugar glaze, the sausages thick and dripping fat, the scrambled eggs beat to improbable voluminosity. You do not fear to eat the food of the Long. (Haven’t you eaten enough of it between your lovers?) But you lack any appetite.
You get a cup of Dawnlion coffee to have something to do with your hands and take it into the Hart Room. Choose a table near to one of the floor-length windows overlooking the glittering waters. In the distance you can see the fog-elided outline of Raven Isle’s caldera. It’s something to look at as you nurse your coffee and wait.
You’re not sure how long it is. Time in the Isles passes more like a memory than an experience, and you’re in a poor state of mind to keep track regardless. But presently a man of middling height with his dense curls cropped close to his head pulls out the chair across from you.
“So, what was so important that you needed to come to Noon in person?”
Coseley will look just as you remember him. He always does; he has been Long for centuries before your own birth. Out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers still long and graceful, his palms smudged with the walnut ink he favors, as he sets his teacup on the table and sits down. When you turn your head from the window and meet his gaze, his face is unchanged as expected. No new lines crease the deep warm brown of his cheeks; no fearsome new depth of Winter shines out of his familiar frost-pale eyes. Further heights of the Mansus have been closed to Julian for almost as long as he has been immortal, and thus he remains as he was when he first ascended.
You know he does not see the same changelessness in your face, the face of an occultist of middling power who is feeling the march of time, for no denizen of the Mansus are you. You are, and remain, merely mortal. You must not be able to keep the desolation out of your eyes, because his brows draw together like an oncoming cold front.
“Where is Teresa, Christopher?”
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livingintheighties · 5 months
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francis and richard had the potential to become the best tsh couple
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tarttisart · 1 year
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(tsh spoilers warning.)
one of the aspects of the secret history that makes it so timeless is the discussion of beauty, and how it alone is not sufficient in importance. valuing beauty above all else is a battle humanity insists on waging and never wins. yet, we continue to struggle with it quite obsessively. this destructive, fatal urge to be beautiful, to obtain what is beautiful, to only uplift and worship the beautiful. like richard, we do it at any cost, though we know better. it does not change anything. it never does.
because like with the book, even though we know at the beginning bunny's fate and that we are about to meet murderers, we still fall for their beauty. the gorgeous descriptions of fancy clothing, sophistication as formidable as a storm cloud. stunning intellect and striking features, from the princely to the angelic, inspiring devotion, conjuring awe.
and we fall hard. we fall for francis's countryside mansion, its surrounding nature and memories golden and ceaselessly warm. we fall for the sunday dinners in the quirky, welcoming home of the macaulay twins. the brilliance of henry winter. the allure of money and power and status; the comfort and freedom it inevitably grants, like some godly hand offering one the whole world. it enchants richard, making him believe he could have it, too. that he could abandon suburbia, its restrictive, monotonous curse; the abusive home, void of the vitality that this class appears rich with. we, like him, want the same otherworldly carelessness, liberty; that ability to only do what one wants to do.
but their beauty conceals cutting selfishness, and barbaric elitism that julian, their professor, only heightens. (you'll recall he even had a lecture where he says that the poor man and the rich man are not equal in any regard). suddenly "doing what you want" unearths a new meaning. like the greek gods they study, the class believes they are above the laws of common men. so they commit a murder to cover up a murder, displaying what georges laforge says at the end: "beauty – unless she is wed to something more meaningful – is always superficial."
because the beauty of the class was surface-level, unaccompanied by a greater love for justice or truth or compassion, the spoiled core living beneath pours out after the ugliness of what they had done. though their appearances saved them from the police and jail, providing social privileges, it rotted the foundations of their souls. they thought the worst fate was one of a prisoner, but they were wrong, as they realize too late, the worst thing to be is a murderer. (this is amplified by the allusions to "doctor faustus" in the epilogue). so henry dies, becoming a corpse, like the ones he created; francis suffers from intense anxiety attacks and tries to replicate on himself the deaths he witnessed; camilla turns into a ghost of herself; charles becomes an alcoholic and an abuser, as though housing the wrath of the dead. what once was beautiful decays, now horrific, hideous.
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existentialblake · 6 months
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I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the universe.
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idontknowhsh · 3 months
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okay. you know the story about that one painting of jesus, that supposedly was ?da vinci’s?? lover? okay. i know there’s not much evidence but
imagine being so loved and admired that your lover depicts you as The Messiah and you pass onto history as the face the son of The Creator simply because someone thought you were a worthy muse
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