#( thread: antigone )

[marvanne111]

moments I love in "Tempting Fête"

"I can only read what I've got written down, Mr. Funt." "Councilor Funt! -Funn, Councilor Funn."

the fact that it's been 11 years of this Funn/ Funt debate (alternatively, that both the reverend and the mayor have addressed him properly the last three episodes and seemed to have no problem with it)

"Yes, well, I'll see what I'm doing that day" -leading the funeral, one would hope?

underrated bit of the series in general: cell service only being available in the reverend's bathroom

"I think he's quite dishy" (this scratches such an itch in my brain; I quote it once a week)

the mayor and reverend (who will be dating by the end of the episode) agreeing emphatically with the above statement

the reverend wearing eye shadow! (incredible, show stopping, spectacular, never been seen before)

"It was one mouse! and, and I don't know anything about it"

"All opposed?" "... I mean, I'd say opposed is a strong word-" "Done! Carried unanimously!"; "All opposed? "I, uh-" "Overruled! Motion carried!"

"We already have an identity: it's miserable and it works." (i want this on a t-shirt)

"There hasn't been a fête for eleven years." "Astonishing. Who's in charge of local events?" "Rudyard." "Ah."

"Look, it's easy to throw money around and get excited about rustic dancing, but we've got-" "I'LL SAY IT IS!"

"His world had once again become an increasingly scary place. There was only one thing left to do..." "Georgie?" "Yeah?" "We're emigrating."; "It was time for swift and decisive action, and there was only one place to head for: Reverend Wavering's bathroom"; at the funeral I was able to witness Rudyard, bereft of Reverend and with few attendees, deliver a stirring and entirely improvised speech about the circuities of fate, the struggles of discord, and an intractable acceptance of the way the cookie crumbles, a sermon that moved the late Basil Corbett’s niece to say, quite simply:" "We want our money back" (some really fantastic narration moments in this one that make me giggle every time)

Rudyard including Madeleine in the emigration plans is said so sweetly and it honestly makes me a little soft

"One word: Chapman." "I should return his calls-" "Chapman?" "- probably won't, though"

"Rudyard, other people do those things for you!" "Conscription?" "Volunteering!"

"I, I, I do like spreadsheets!"

(No Madeleine, I hate raffles!") (these posts are always so Rudyard-centric lol and it's helped me come to the conclusion that he really is the funniest)

"Do you know how many gallons of fluid I'll have to drain from a man that size? Possibly thousands!" "What a ridiculous lie!" (this is another one that I quote often lol)

"I wish I were Mrs. Carnegie!" "You will be, Mrs, Turner. You will be." (WHAT IS THIS RESPONSE?!)

"Fancy a funeral?" "That a threat?"; "Don't forget your funeral." "Was that a threat?"

"Socializing? That'd take up ten minutes and then what would they do? No. Perpetual scheduled activity, that's the way."

"Put some clothes on!" "IT'S MY HOUSE!"

"Antigone?" "What?!" "Helicopters!" "Go back to your side of the table."

"Now get over there and sabotage something!" "*sigh* Fine." "Do you really think that's going to help?" "Oh maybe not, but it'll cheer me up."

"Called up the family, made up a story about... well, re-organizing a fête, that sort of thing." "How did they react?" "Well, they weren't very happy..." "But?" "No, that's it, they weren't very happy."

"You know, I can actually see your future." "Oh yes?" "Mmm hmm. And it involves this crystal ball getting shoved STRAIGHT up your-"

"Alright sir! Mission accomplissshhhhed." "Hello, Georgie." "Hello..." "Get out, Georgie." "Goodbye..."

The Mayor trying to rustic dance for a couple of hours before giving up

Lady Templar's glass eye. (That's it. That's the post.)

"He'd be spinning in the grave you haven't put him in yet!" (best line of the episode honestly)

"What a dreadful little man!" "Yes... mind you, he looks good in a suit"

"Even in a crowd, they all look lonely" (🤌🤌🤌)

"Can't win 'em all" 'Winning anything at all would be a nice change." (also want this on a t-shirt)

"You like to be the hero, don't ya?" (Georgie's the GOAT)

"Rudyard. Do you know what this chap did?" "Yes, he told me" (my man is already so tired of Eric lol)

[silverwhittlingknife]

antigone. jean anouilh.

quotations from antigone: a tragedy by jean anouilh. translated by lewis galantière.

comic panels in order are from: battle for the cowl 3 (x3), batman annual 25, batman and robin 5, batman and robin 6, battle for the cowl 3, batman 416, battle for the cowl 3, battle for the cowl 2, batman annual 25, batman and robin 6, under the red hood, battle for the cowl 3 (x2), batman 427, lost days 5.

[forgivenpunishment]

@eventheodds (outlaw) || night watch (7) [Closed Starter]

"Woah, woah, I didn't mean to scare you like that," Nick settles down next to her atop the vista overlooking the campsite. He puts a comforting (hopefully) hand on Meryl's back and rubs soothing circles slowly, softly. "Just tell me if I'm overstepping. I know it's a lot right now."

She speaks of two traumatized men who'd gone through the wringer—one of which went through something similar to him, he assumes. How Vash still thinks of others before himself, Wolfwood doesn't know, as for himself...

"Didn't used to be this way, if he was anything like me," Nick starts, keeping his voice hushed so as to not wake the others—as if most of them didn't have heightened senses anyway. "Didn't even care about myself, for a long while. Why would I help anyone else if I've got blood on my hands? Why would I care, if I'm a monster?"

"Blondie and I have something in common, in regards to that. We take all of our grief, all of our pain, all the trauma—and we put it in a little box, lock it up, and throw the key into a sandpit. We don't talk about it." Is it a good idea? No. Has it ever worked out for him? Also no. "Vash—I think any Vash—loves humanity. If he has the chance to help someone and it aligns with his morals, he's on it. I think he just likes seeing people smile. Even if he's screaming deep down, he sees a human smile at him and everything is okay until that box creaks open again."

Nick scratches the side of his neck, not wanting to talk about himself, but knowing he has to, "I really turned off that part of my brain for a while. Used to care about people all the time as a kid, especially my brother, but when I became a weapon I... it didn't come naturally to me anymore. All I could see was the bad in humanity—the bad in myself. Despite all that... Goldie and Short-Stuff—the other Short-Stuff—loved me. I could hardly believe it."

"All this is to say: They could only handle carrying their burdens because of you. Because you love them and you'd do the same for them—not that it matters, because they'd give the world to you for pennies if you asked. You saved them, alright? The least they could do for you is make sure you're safe, and maybe they weren't around this time, but it's probably because they've got their hands full."

His hand grips Meryl's arm opposite of him below her shoulder, and offers a side hug, "We'll take over for them for now. You're safe with us. We'll find a way to save them just like we saved you, promise."

[odysseys-blood]

todays progress on tiggy: she finally has a color now and i started on her base ego concept

[hcldmybroom]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for antigone lei xu ( @antigonai ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the menargerie of the shire stall at the cadbury ren faire

crochet abandoned in her woven basket at her feet, minette is perched beside the stall table with a worn copy of the two towers in her hands. the book shows a wear and tear from years of love and use, the corners of the paperback fraying and peeling in a way she had found comforting. her mum calls for her to take over as she moves to step away, a dismissive sure passes her lips, but she makes no movement other than the turning of yet another page.

[seilnakyle]

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

• Lang Leav / The Universe of Us

• Portraits à Grindelwald / Ernest Bieler

• Emily Carey / -> X

• House of the Dragon s1e4

• Olivia Cooke / -> X

• Fleabag s2e4

• House of the Dragon s1e1

• Eve / Anna Lea Merritt

• Fredrik Backman / Us against You

• House of the Dragon s1e2

• House of the Dragon s1e5

• Margaret Atwood / The Handmaiden’s Tale

• House of the Dragon s1e5

• Adam Silvera / They Both Die at The End

• Doomed Lovers / Alan Cemery

• Pierre Corneille / The Cid (tr. by A.S. Kline)

• House of the Dragon s1e7

• Peripety Project, Paintings: Oil on Linen / Jen Mazza

• Margaret Atwood / “Speeches for Dr Frankenstein,” The Animals In That Country

• House of the Dragon s1e10

• My Friends / Oh wonder

• House of the Dragon s1e4

• House of the Dragon s1e8

• House of the Dragon s1e10

• Sandra Cisneros / One last Poem for Richard

• Alicent Beseeches Rhaenyra / Tomasz Jedruszek

• Queen Anne Boleyn / ‘O Death, Rock me Asleep

• William Shakespeare / Romeo & Juliet

• The Death of Rhaenyra / Liam Peters

• Michael Kinnucan / The Gods show up

• GRRM / Fire and Blood

• Du Maurier / Rebecca

• Anne Boleyn in the Tower / Edouard Cibot

• GRRM / Fire and Blood

• The Silent Voice / Gerald Moira

• Antigone / Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo

• GRRM / Fire and Blood

• Hozier / Wasteland baby!

• A Golden Thread / John Melhuish Strudwick

• House of the Dragon s1e1

• GRRM / Fire and Blood

• Taylor Swift / The Great War

[petriichvrs]

ACCEPTING ALL MEMES ( SENTENCES WILL MOSTLY BE USED FOR EVENT 33 THREADS ) :

antigone xu   /   contessa wyllt   /   damaris vector   /   eliza fawley   /   ginny weasley   /   luca moltisanti   /   marietta edgecombe   /   nikolai karkaroff

ACCEPTING ALL MEMES ( SENTENCES WILL MOSTLY BE AFTER EVENT 33 ) :

arturo de la rosa   /   catherine warren   /   hande abaci   /   narcissa malfoy   /   pansy parkinson     

* again, feel free to be picky with who you want to send to ! i want to make sure to milk event 33 for all it’s worth but i also want to make sure i have stuff to get some non event threads going without having to annoy everyone with another starter call, so this is the easiest way ! 

[likeclockworkman]

Thoughts on the Oedipus Cycle

With the only real Greek literature I had read before this being the Odyssey in 9th grade Humanities, I had pretty low expectations. Shoutout to Homer for deconstructing the traditional hero and creating a timeless epic, but wow that story was boring, I just completely gave up halfway through once I realized that the entire rest of the story was just him sneaking around the suitors. But the Oedipus Cycle? Man, something was in the water when Sophocles wrote the Oedipus Cycle.

The Oedipus Cycle consists of three plays, Oedipus Rex, Oedipus at Colonus, and Antigone. And fair warning; these get pretty nasty. For those not in the know, Oedipus is a tragic Greek hero best known for accidentally killing his dad and doing it with his mom, and these plays chronicle the fallout of his horrible mistake. Oedipus Rex follows Oedipus as he uncovers the comedy of errors that led him to become history's most famous mommas boy and the immediate consequences of his discovery. Oedipus at Colonus picks up 20 years later with Oedipus in exile with his daughter Antigone, and chronicles his last days spent in Athens (special guest appearance from everyone's favorite son of Poseidon, Theseus). And lastly, Antigone shows the aftermath of Oedipus' death, and the last days of his daughter.

The common thread between all these stories is prophecy. Oedipus Rex shows how fate is inevitable, because even though Oedipus tried very hard to avoid his fate (Maybe don't kill random people if a prophecy says you're destined to kill you dad though? Like how hard is that), at the end of the day he was sleeping in bed with his mother and having a bunch of weird sister-daughters and son-brothers. Later on, he is gifted the power of prophecy and foretells the doom of the sons and city who have forsaken him. After learning he is fated to both die by and kill his own brother in battle, his son goes forth anyways, resigned to the fact that he can't fight his fate. Finally, the new king Creon mirrors Oedipus in Oedipus Rex when a horrible fate is prophesized for him as consequence for him sending Antigone to her death. While in Oedipus Rex Creon chastised the king for not wanting to believe the prophecy, he now finds himself in the same situation, helpless against the cruel hand of fate, not wanting to believe. He tries to put a stop to the execution he ordered but it is too late, and Antigone's death leads to the suicides of both his wife and son. The moral here being that no man knows better than the gods.

The prose throughout is witty and expertly crafted, thanks to both Sophocles and the translators. The chorus parts in particular were so deep with metaphors and imagery that I found myself having to reread them multiple times to understand what they were saying. I also had fun imagining while reading what a live performance of these plays would look like, as the script is flexible and the director is given much freedom for interpretation. For something written so long ago the characters spoke in a dramatized but still believable way that felt refreshing, the arguments between Antigone and her sister Ismene felt particularly alive and passionate. Speaking of Antigone, she was easily the most compelling character for me. Her love for her family overcomes all, and she's willing to do anything to stand up for those she loves, burying her brother even though she knows she'll be put to death for it, because it's the right thing to do.

In summary, the Oedipus Cycle is an angsty, violent, and awesome story that has revived my interest in Ancient Greek literature. Would recommend to anyone who likes reading about messed up stuff.

[marvanne111]

moments I love in “Flowers for Chapman”

“hundreds of flowers have gone into Chapman’s funeral home... but none of them have ever come out again!” *roll of thunder* “mmm... that probably sounded more dramatic in your head.”

“Wreck, wreckage, disrupt, destroy- YES!!” (Chaos Georgie™ is my favourite Georgie)

“strapping a coffin to the back of a moped does lack a certain finesse.” “speed and efficiency, sir.” “No, no, quite correct, you carry on” 

the way that Rudyard says “oh, we won’t pull on that particular thread” in such a weary voice 

Madeleine’s completely sincere and matter-of-fact delivery of: “... Ms Petunia Bloom, the greatest flower merchant of Piffling... quite naturally played the part of Colonel Pickering” 

“you must be very proud, dear”

Chapman’s uncomfortable laugh when he’s talking to Petunia, followed by “oooh, very good”

“Petunia. There’s an astronaut hiding in the begonias.”

the way Chapman elongates his words when Antigone says the gardenias smell like the dead lady in their mortuary (”Suuuuurrree.” “Iiiiis it?”)

“to make the bodies smell better? What a great touch!” (the sincerity, the instant understanding, the appreciation, the way it makes her so happy- I’m fucking deceased)

“but he’s not ALLOWED down there!”

“You’ll find out, Chapman, believe me. You’ll. Find. Out.” *pause* “I can’t wait!”

“Sleep is the half-brother of death.” “D’you want a bagel?” *pause* “yes”

“a local man also has a twin cat” “DAMN YOU, MARLOWE!”

the completely unacknowledged “I’m great at arson!”

“Ha! Only an amateur leaves a coffin unguarded”

Rudyard’s laugh after Chapman says he can’t find the standard business shorts

“I’m a war criminal?!”

“there he is, strangling the newspaper man!!”

[opalcoffin]

I feel like all roads leave back to Civrun with my characters and I don't really mind it. With my dnd characters anyways.

Silas who born of Madomian had Civrun's intelligence and curiosity. He carried the stalwart sense of duty and strength of his father but the intelligence and eventual wit of his uncle. Civrun and Madomian were separated forcefully but Silas is a reconciliation, in a way. Civrun is so strongly imprinted into Madomian that even his son will have traits of his brother. Civrun and Madomian are two halves of Dandrari. They were my first time trying to write a brother relationship and thinking about them gets me emotional ugh.

Then there's Antigone. I tend to think of Civrun as one sun sets, another rises. That new sun being Antigone. Bright and lovely and so deeply in love with the mere fact of existence. Her curiosity, her will to make Nurnas brighter. A spiritual successor to Civrun but without being him. The thread that connects them is tenuous and hardly existent other than their will to see Nurnas be better and the woman who plays them. But I think a lot about how Antigone must have looked staring at that Civrun memorial in Whitestone, not knowing that she and this dead man she will never know are made of the same sunburst.

And finally we have Caevara who is so similar to Civrun. Parental neglect, stifling expectations, but she actively scorns her family where Civrun felt like he had to prove himself to them. She's the eldest sibling too. She answers that question of what if it had been Madomian who had failed the family instead? What does an elder sibling who forsakes their sense of duty look like? What does a wizard without ethics look like? I love her. She's like me answering questions to myself and the story if what the themes I'd explores with Civrun and Madomian had been irrevocably different and the woman worse.

It feels like my PCs end up homages to Civrun in little ways which I don't mind. I sometimes wonder how Civrun would have spoken to Caevara. They're my most similar characters to date but also my most different. They'd argue about magical ethics. They'd resent their families in such different ways and argue about why you need to be better when your family hates you or why you're allowed to be worse. I love them so much. My blorbos.

Caevara feels very special to me somehow because she's an exploration of feminine rage and apathy. She's a Madomian who decided to say fuck it, but still loves her younger brother more than anything just like Madomian. Dies.

[walkingshcdow-a]

Rudyard and literally anyone

Incorrect Quotes | Accepting!

Vicyard: Just Soulmate Things

Rudyard: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Victor: Killed without hesitation. Rudyard: No.

Rudyard: Is something burning? Victor: Just my love for you. Rudyard: Victor, the toaster is on fire.

Rudyard: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Victor: Okay. Rudyard: And make out during the scary parts. Victor: Th- Victor: The scary parts. Victor: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Rudyard & Antigone: Just Twin Things

Rudyard: Must be hard not being able to laugh Antigone: I do have a sense of humor you know Rudyard: I’ve never heard you laugh before Antigone: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Rudyard: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Antigone: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Rudyard: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Rudyard: Am I going too far? Antigone: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Rudyard & Georgie: Just Found Family Things

Rudyard: I'm a reverse necromancer. Georgie: Isn't that just killing people? Rudyard: Ah, technicality.

Rudyard: Here's some advice Georgie: I didn't ask for any Rudyard: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Rudyard: Do you take constructive criticism? Georgie: I only take cash or credit.

Rudyard & Chapman: Just Rival Things

Rudyard: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Chapman: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Rudyard: Can you keep a secret? Chapman: Do you know anything about my life? Rudyard: No I do not. Good point.

Rudyard: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Chapman: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Rudyard & The Kids: Just Parenting Things

*The group is getting into the car* Rudyard: I’m driving. Calliope, out of view: Shotgun! James, turning to face Calliope: Aww! But you had it on the way here- Everyone except Calliope: WOAH- Calliope, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*

Rudyard: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Calliope? Calliope: … No. James: I do! Rudyard: I know, James. James: I’m sad! Rudyard: I know, James.

Rudyard: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Calliope: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Rudyard: Yes! James: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

The Trevor-Funns: Just Parenting Things 2.0

Calliope: Dad, I'm sad. Victor: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. James: Dad, I'm sad. Rudyard, nodding: mood.

Rudyard: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Calliope: Plane tickets? James: Concert tickets? Victor: Prostitution? Rudyard, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

Rudyard: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Calliope: I don’t know how to do that. James: I don’t wear a watch. Victor: Time is a construct.

Funn Funerals, Our Version: Just .... A lot tbh

Rudyard: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Calliope: What if it bites me and it dies!? James: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Calliope, learn to listen. Victor: What if it bites itself and I die? Georgie: That’s voodoo. Antigone: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Calliope: That’s correlation, not causation. Victor: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Georgie: That’s kinky. Rudyard: Oh my God.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Rudyard: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Calliope: ...I did. I broke it. Rudyard: No. No you didn't. James? James: Don't look at me. Look at Victor. Victor: What?! I didn't break it. James: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Victor: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. James: Suspicious. Victor: No, it's not! Georgie: If it matters, probably not, but Antigone was the last one to use it. Antigone: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Georgie: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Antigone: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Georgie! Calliope: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Dadyard. Rudyard: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Georgie: Rudyard... James's been awfully quiet. James: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Rudyard, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Rudyard: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Rudyard: Rudyard: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Rudyard: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Calliope: >:O language James: Yeah watch your fucking language Victor: OKAY WHO TAUGHT JAMES THE FUCK WORD? Georgie: 'The fuck word'. Antigone: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time James: Oh my god she censored it Georgie: Say fuck, Antigone. James: Do it, Auntigone. Say fuck.

Rudyard & Victoria: Just Soulmates Things 2.0

Rudyard: You love me, right, Victoria? Victoria: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Rudyard: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Victoria: How can you still say that? Rudyard: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Rudyard: Okay, truth or dare? Victoria: Truth Rudyard: How many hours have you slept this week? Victoria: Victoria: ...Dare Rudyard: Go to bed. Victoria: I don’t like this game.

[prxttyliars]

“Whatever it is that you need, can it wait until I’m done my coffee?”

@secretsummerstarters​​

[inthegroundontime]

Anon: Is Calliope a Funn? She couldn't possibly be yours...

Narrator: And then the mun got an idea. An awful idea. The mun got a wonderful, awful idea.

[wheezely]

*closed to: @antigonai​ *setting: ollivander’s, diagon alley

He’s curious out of habit, not just nature, having trained his eyes to focus on some random, innocuous thing and figure out a humorous use for it — particularly where moments of uncertainty were concerned. It’s a practice he’d picked up while on a St. Mungo’s stay or at a support group session ( truthfully, rehab in all the many forms he’d tried had, by now, blended into a jumbled mess of one half-hearted attempt after another ) and so, muddy hazel hues fix onto the vase in the corner, its assortment of sprigs collecting dust in little spiral patterns. His head rests at a tilt, envisioning the sight from a different angle, while his ears are soon alerted to the presence of another.

Eschewing a proper greeting, George offers, “Hit that with a transfiguration charm, turn it upside down, and you’d have an adorable pygmy squid for a pet.” There’s a spin on his heels as he turns to face them, “So, which wand in here’s best suited to a bit of transfiggy, Tiggy?”

[raveniings-blog]

@howperfectlyproper has met with a terrible fate.

    Raven had felt him coming from a mile away.

    To be fair, she supposed, most people didn’t have the obvious advantage of being able to pick up on the emotions of everyone around them, and if she was also being fair, she was supposed to be learning to stifle her powers - it had been one of the deals in exchange for sanctuary within the city, that she disguise herself as a normal human and learn how to use her powers properly.  But, well, she knew that isolating an entire sense she had was dangerous, at least, when it came to dealing with Amanda Waller.  The woman wasn’t about to just let one of her greatest assets slip away from A.R.G.U.S.  Not without a fight.

    “I know you’re there,” she called out into the hallway, crossing her arms.  “I’ve been feeling you for the last three days while you’ve been skulking around the building.  So you can either tell me what it is you want or you can leave before I have to fight you.”

[thamvos]

Calliope was a familiar setting; though it’d been ages since she’d been in a proper Greek theater. (Though admittedly, her name may have graced far more theaters than her own physical presence.) She owed it to herself with her newfound position in the city to keep a tab on cultural events, and the night showings at least worked with her sensibilities and schedule best. 

There was something about the city that kept giving off the faint nagging presence of the presence of other spirit origins; alas, she very rarely ran into these others. It became static at the back of her mind, particularly annoying on this night. Doubly vexing was the play she found herself at; it seems as though she’d wandered into an adaptation of Andromeda. Wonderful, she’d get to watch people glorify That Awful Man tonight.

She put fingertips to her temple, staring out at the stage yet, not paying much attention to who was beside her to here her remarks. “Who even uses a woman’s head to win the attention of another woman? Some may like carnage, but how uncouth.” never mind that that was her head, and that whatever they were using as her head looked particularly ugly at a distance. (She knew she was a monster, but really?)

@erizipel