#charlotte wyndham

[midnight-in-town]

About Casca, it’s me or are they keeping her “jailed” and busy in a way that’s nothing like her ? It’s as if Griffith doesn’t remember what his ex right hand is all about… don’t get me wrong, I know he can’t give her a sword, but pretty dresses, calm days, making flower crowns with kids, who is he even kidding?

Hey Anon! Well I more or less agree but, as you said, Griffith drugged Casca so she wouldn't escape, so what else is there to do? x) At least she can go outside and see the sun...

That being said, reading the chapter, it really made me remember episode 72 during the Golden Age, when tortured!Griffith imagined what his life as Casca's companion would be:

Back then, powerless as he was after being tortured so much, he realized his dream became unachievable. Since he knew Casca used to have feelings for him and hearing that she couldn't leave him behind in such a state, he dreadfully imagined what his life would become, driven by (what he imagined was) Casca's wishes. Of course, that scared the hell out of him and he chose to become Femto soon after.

Now, in ep372, it really seems to me that it's the other way around: powerless and drugged, Casca is experiencing what Griffith's dream is all about and what life she might have had, if she had clung onto his dream like she used to do.

With Falconia, Griffith almost managed to get his kindgom, even if he still needs to wed Charlotte to get the official crown.

So if the Eclipse hadn't happened and Casca had remained by Griffith's side, like an obedient right hand woman who used to have feelings for her leader, it's likely that she would have become an honorable lady living in the castle, especially since women who are warriors a rare feat in Berserk (which btw caused Casca some feminity issues in the past).

Obviously though, that's all imaginary because the reality depicted in ep372 is pretty different from the Golden Age. As we know, Griffith became Femto and sacrificed the very people who always believed in him ; also Casca has feelings for Guts and is now Griffith's prisoner but...

...she was indeed abducted because she's indispensable to the realization of his dream, because Griffith wants to keep a good and tighter grasp over his own vessel, the moonlight child, so I find it's a cool parallel.

TL;DR what Casca is currently experiencing against her will and drugged in ep372 is probably what her life could have been like...

...if Guts hadn't made her realize that she didn't have to live by clinging onto another person's dream.

All that being said, I'm really hoping that Casca will soon get her agency back, because she deserves it and because I know she's capable of protecting herself without Guts necessarily being around, even if for that, she's going to need allies... :)) (see below)

Sorry for rambling Anon, but I hope it helps ! Have a nice day. :))

Hey Anon! Well, don't worry, there are always several possibilities !

Casca could manage to escape the castle for a short time and to come across them for example, even if I agree it's hard to imagine it now, seeing as she's drugged.

Personally, my favorite idea is the castle needing new maids and one of the girls getting hired as a replacement, seeing "Elaine" again and wondering why she's without Guts.

Or, considering that Daiba gave them diamonds when Rickert and co left Falconia, they probably don't have to work anymore...

...so maybe they will get a glimpse of "Elaine" as a (drugged) court lady (during Griffith and Charlotte's wedding ?) and wonder why she's there, thus getting hired as maids to get in touch with her?

Either way, I think it's very likely that Luca and the rest of the girls will be Casca's first allies and will help her overcome the whole 'being drugged' obstacle. :))

As for other possible allies at a later time, I discussed it a few years ago here, but I'm interested in Casca's presence in Falconia maybe acting as a catalyst leading to more development for Zodd, Sonia & Mule but also and mostly Charlotte.

Indeed, as a fan of the few interactions we had between Casca and Charlotte back during the Golden Age (because on this blog, we dislike competition between women and support women bonding over similar goals), I'm really hoping that Charlotte will eventually realize, upon seeing Casca, that the man she loves is an absolute monster and that, as a result, she will find it in her to step up as the rightful monarch of this kingdom.

We've still got some looong ways to go before we reach this point though, obviously.

I hope it answers your question, have a nice day Anon!

[chorus-the-mutate]

My poor girl Charlotte has been neglected so I'm spreading every screenshot I've gotten of her so far. She deserves some love.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

I know it's pointless complaining about the treatment of female characters in a series like Berserk, but even so I like the concept of Charlotte growing aware that Griffith doesn't really love her. Maybe she becomes more perceptive during her imprisonment by Ganishka and, as she and (Neo)Griffith rekindle their "relationship" after he rescues her, she quickly realizes that he's just using her for social clout and the authority that being her lover will give him. Let's be honest it's not exactly hard to spot, Griffith looks so dead inside whenever their relationship is brought up he's too busy thinking of his divorced best friend

However, he's still revered as the White Hawk, as the man who leads Midland's resistance against the Kushan invasion, he did save her from Ganishka who would have raped her, and Charlotte recognizes that he is doing good things for the nation and its people. He's their best hope to keep Midland together against the invaders, not to mention her best hope at keeping herself safe. So she decides to make him her fiancé anyway, and in fact pushes for it against the opposition from the more conservative lords who are appalled at the idea of a commoner being Midland's king. If she must be strung along by Griffith's plots like she is in canon, then I enjoy the idea that as much as he's using her, she's also using him as a security blanket for herself. After all, her position as Midland's princess is important to Griffith, so why shouldn't she utilize what he's bringing to the table for her too? It's a transaction, and if Griffith keeps her safe and comfortable, then she'll marry him and ensure the legitimacy of his future as Midland's king.

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[mechadeimos]

[feralsonnen]

[paint-it-dead]

Casca right before she marries Charlotte and takes over Falconia:

I AM CASCA BERSERK. I AM YOU DREAM GIRL'S DREAM GIRL. AND I AM GOING TO SERVE EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE. *points at Griffith* CUNT!!!!

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

[quasi-normalcy]

A while ago while I was in tumblr jail, you posted that you had a masters in science fiction literature (unless you didn't, I have been known to be mistaken), and I am wondering, what do you consider 'important' works of science fiction? Like the science fiction literary canon? I am so curious. Feel free to ignore, I will not harass you.

Yes! I do. I can tell you the ones that I was assigned (I'm afraid that the list skews extremely male and (especially) white).

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (1818)

Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men (1930) and Star Maker (1937) [You can probably add Odd John (1935) to this list]

Jules Verne, Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1864) and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (1870) [You can probably add From the Earth to the Moon (1865)]

H.G. Wells, The Time Machine (1895) and War of the Worlds (1897) [Though you can probably go ahead and add The Island of Doctor Moreau (1896), The Invisible Man (1897) and The First Men in the Moon (1901)]

Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Herland (1915)

Catherine Burdekin (writing as Murray Constantine), Swastika Night (1937)

Karel Čapek, R.U.R. (1920)

Isaac Asimov, I, Robot (1950) [You can probably add the first three Foundation novels here as well]

Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (1921)

George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey (1967) and Rendezvous with Rama (1973) [Add: Childhood's End (1953) and The Fountains of Paradise (1979)

John Wyndham, Day of the Triffids (1951) [add: The Chrysalids (1955) and The Midwich Cuckoos (1957)]

H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu" (1926) [add The Shadow over Innsmouth (1931)]

Richard Matheson, I Am Legend (1954)

Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination (1956)

Robert Heinlein, Starship Troopers (1959) [Probably Stranger in a Strange Land (1961) and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (1966) too, depending on, you know, how much of Heinlein's bullshit you can take]

J.G. Ballard, The Drowned World (1962) [Also, The Burning World (1964) and The Crystal World (1966)]

Phillip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle (1962) [Also Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968) and several of his short stories]

Frank Herbert, Dune (1965)

Michael Moorcock, Behold the Man (1969)

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-5 (1969)

Ursula Le Guin, The Dispossessed (1974) [Also The Lathe of Heaven (1971) and The Left Hand of Darkness (1969)]

Brian Aldiss, Supertoys series

William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

Kim Stanley Robinson, Red Mars (1992) [Also Green Mars and Blue Mars]

They also included Iain M. Banks's The Algebraist (2004), but I personally think you'd be better off reading some of his Culture novels

Other ones that I might add (not necessarily my favourite, just what I would consider the most influential):

Joe Haldeman, The Forever War (1974)

Matsamune Shiro, Ghost in the Shell (1989-91)

Katsuhiro Otomo, Akira (1982-1990)

Octavia Butler, Lilith's Brood (1987-89) and Parable of the Sower (1993)

Poul Anderson, Operation Chaos (1971)

Hector Garman Oesterheld & Francisco Solano Lopez, The Eternaut (1957-59)

Liu Cixin, The Three-Body Problem (2008)

Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, The Illuminatus! Trilogy (1975)

William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland (1908)

Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash (1992)

Joanna Russ, The Female Man (1975)

Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game (1985) [Please take this one from a library]

Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars (1912)

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale (1985) and Oryx and Crake (2003)

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932)

Osamu Tezuka, Astro Boy (1952-68)

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (1962)

Walter M. Miller, A Canticle for Leibowitz (1959)

Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (1979)

[daniwritessometimes]

Love is Kind - Chapter One(!)

I ended up writing more than one chapter on this one, so I decided to share the whole first chapter. I will tag below all the people who have interacted with the previous posts. Please let me know if you don’t want to be part of it and I can remove you. If you read this and decide you want updates, please let me know and I will add you to the tags in any future posts.

Love is Kind is book 2 of the Love Never Fails Series starring the Osborne siblings, To see the overview, please go here.

Jessalyn moved through the house. There were too many people. There were always too many people. The Osborne and Seymore-Wyndham families were together a lot, especially in the wake of the news that Audrey Seymour-Wyndham and Wulfric Osborne weren’t the siblings they always assumed they were as Audrey grew up.

She had reached the library and heard the laughter on the other side. Charlie, Athena, and Alec were inside. The three of them were often inseparable when everyone was together. And even more now that Athena and Charlie had finally married after the birth of Athena’s child with her late husband.

Jess opened up the door and smiled at the trio.

Charlie turned his head toward her. “Hello, Little Sister.”

“I still don’t understand how you can tell everyone apart.” Jess took a seat beside Athena and reached over to tickle her niece’s tiny foot.

“It’s the way you walk,” Charlie said. “Also, you always huff like you’re put upon when you walk into any room and find it occupied. Even though I am entirely certain you heard us in here.”

Jess stuck her tongue out at Charlie.

“Did she just stick her tongue out at me?” Charlie asked.

Alec chuckled. “She most certainly did.”

Charlie gave her a ruder gesture with his hand. The room erupted in laughter again.

Baby Charlotte started crying.

Athena made a face. “Time to get you upstairs to change your nappy.” She stood and walked across to Charlie. “Give your Papa love.”

“I’m coming with you.” Charlie stood and his hand easily found the small of Athena’s back.

Athena looked over her shoulder at Alec. “We’ll be back shortly.”

Jess waited until they were out of the room and then she closed the door. She turned. “I have an issue.”

Alec picked up a scientific journal from the table and stood. “I feel honored you have come to me. However, I am not sure how well I can help.” He made his way toward a shelf and put the book up before taking out another.

Best to get it all out. “I’m pregnant.”

He paused before he sat down. “That isn’t good.” He tapped the book against his hand. “How far along?”

“Just shy of two months.”

He nodded and continued to tap the book on his hand for a few seconds. Then he sat it down and guided her back to the sofa. “There are a few options–”

“I don’t want to terminate. I have heard so many horror stories about women dying. Or if they don’t, they can’t have children again when they want to.” She wrung her hands. “I do want to be a mother. But I am just eighteen.”

Alec nodded. “In that case, you still have some choices. The first is going off and having the baby without many people knowing. The second is to marry. Will this man want to marry you?”

Jess shook her head. “He has a plan for his life and a wife and child would not work with it. And I don’t see being with him long-term.”

“Is he cruel?”

“Goodness, no. He is very kind. But I don’t think he and I would work out.”

He nodded. “We need to find an eligible man you do find compatible. And we need to do it quickly.” He stood and started pacing. He muttered to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Would you do it?” Her voice was very small.

Alec shot to his feet. “Is that why you came in here?”

Chewing her lip, Jess nodded. “I know you still have plenty of time to find a wife, but everyone is wondering about your prospects. You spend a lot of time with your friends and not a lot of time wooing women.”

He heaved a sigh and sat down heavily beside her. “You’re right. It was the conclusion I was coming to, actually. I was running through all the men I know who are in the market for a wife and I cannot see any of them with you.” He poked her arm. “You’re far too picky.”

She smiled and took hold of his hand. “I promise if you decide to do this with me that I will be the best wife possible.”

He squeezed her hand and then got on his knees before her. “Listen, I don’t need you to make any promises other than to take care of yourself and let me help you to become who you want to be. In return, I promise to raise your child as my own and no one will ever need to know the difference.”

“What about our parents, though? What do we say to them? That’s the last bit I haven’t worked out.”

Just then the door opened and several people streamed in, Wulfric and Sarah at the front.

“Alec, what on earth?” Sarah asked, her hand to her throat.

Alec and Jess exchanged a look and then he stood and pulled her up with him. “Jess has agreed to marry me.”

At that, the group exploded with a mixture of joy and anger.

Horace pushed his way to the front. “I would have appreciated a conversation before this. We didn’t even know the pair of you were interested in each other.”

“It just sort of happened–” Alec began.

Wulfric cut in. “I believe we need to make this a private conversation.” He turned and motioned for everyone else to leave.

****

Alec pinched the bridge of his nose. This was ridiculous. But he did need to be married. Tristan had told him it was not good for the pair of them to be together all the time. But no women made Alecs heard beat the way Tristan did. And Jess needed a husband desperately in her situation. There was no other way out of this.

Once the door was shut again, Wuffric and Horace both glared at Alec.

Jess squeezed his hand. “Alec and I are getting married. We’d like to do it quickly.”

What was she thinking? “What Jess is trying to say–”

“How dare you?” Horace exploded.

Before Alec knew it, he and Horace were on the ground. The older man kept hitting him and he just tried to defend himself.

“Enough!” Audrey said, hauling her husband off Alec. “What on earth are you thinking, Horace?”

Horace looked to Jess. Alec saw it too. Not even two months along and her hand was stretched incriminatingly over her stomach. Damn.

He hurried and took her hand. Best to keep going with the lie. “Yes, Jess is, uh, well…”

“You’re having a baby?” Audrey said in wonder, looking at her daughter. “Oh, Jessie, I wish you had waited a little longer.” She walked over and took Jess’s face in her hands. “Yes, we can make sure everything is properly arranged, my dear.” Audrey kissed Jess’s cheek. She turned to Horace. “You apologize to Alec this instant.”

“I won’t.” Horace poked his finger hard into Alec’s chest. “How dare you violate my daughter?”

Sarah broke in, “Were you forced, Jess?”

“No,” Jess’s voice came out in a  surprised squeak.

“Then the violation was mutual, Horace.” Sarah shook her head at her son. “I thought you would know better.” She sighed and then turned away, threading her arm through Audrey’s and pulling Jess out of the room. “Let the men work this out. We have some quick planning to do.”

Wulfric walked over to the table in the corner where the liquor sat. He poured out three glasses and passed them out. He sipped on his and looked at the book that sat on the arm of the sofa. “Alec, I trust you believe you are making the right choice.”

“Yes, Papa. What other choice do I have?” He’d have to hold into this lie for the rest of his life, best to follow through right now. For a fleeting moment, he thought of running away to Gretna Green with Jess to marry in secret. No chance at all for that now.

“You should have kept to yourself to begin with,” Horace snapped.

“Drink and calm yourself, Horace,” Wulfric advised. He paced and sipped his drink. “Now, Alec, as we have established you and Jessalyn have been stupid enough to not take more care in coupling–”

“Papa, please–”

“Then the wedding should take place in no more than a month and you need to go to one of my more remote estates until the childs is born and hope that mathematics isn’t the most common skill amongst the ton. Of course, yours won’t be the first or the last.”

Horace said something rude under his breath.

Wulfric continued, “I’ll send along a midwife to help monitor Jess through her time.”

Alec nodded.

“You’ll receive a higher allowance, but I trust you have started to make your own investments.”

“Yes, I have. And I’ll purchase a home before the wedding so we have somewhere to return after the baby is born.”

“No need.” Horace had finally recovered himself. “As part of Jess’s dowry, there is a home in Grosvenor Square. It currently has tenants, but I can inform them of their eviction in a year’s time.”

“Thank you.” Alec gave him a smile. “I never meant any harm, honestly. I really should have known better. But here we are. There’s no turning back now.”

As the older men continued to talk about the plans and giving Alec husbandly advice, Alec’s mind wandered to Tristan. Would he be happy for Alec? Or would this make him jealous? Of course, there was no reason he couldn’t make a visit during his and Jess’s seclusion, right?

__________

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[chorus-the-mutate]

I slightly edited some of the highest quality pictures of princess Charlotte from the Golden Arc movies I could find on Google. Now I'm spreading them around. Use them how you want.

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[mechadeimos]

[fashionbooksmilano]

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[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

"Do you want your Valentine's day gift today, like right now?"

It's 7am. In January.

"I can wait."

He squints and sighs. "But what if there's more than one? Would you want one today?"

"Would you like me to have one today?"

"Yes." He rolls off the bed, not bothering to disentangle me from him and I wonder just how long he's going to be able to lift me as he sets me on my feet. "You're going to be SO annoyed when you see where I've been hiding it."

And I am mildly annoyed when he reaches into a shoebox that has just been sitting on the top shelf in the closet since the dawn of time...I can't reach it even on my tiptoes and I should have guessed that's where the Ukrainian giant would hide something.

He produces a book, a very fancy looking book...black faux leather with gold trimming and page edges. It's extremely fancy for what's inside: the collected works of Douglas Adams. "I noticed you didn't have all of them, and the ones you had were...not looking so hot." (An understatement if I ever heard one, my paperbacks are extremely tossed about and well loved, been everywhere with me and definitely look like it.)

"I love it! I've seen this so many times and just didn't..."

"Want to spend the money?" He knows me too well, when it comes to books it's an event if I spend more than five bucks. Kids and pets around, you never know when someone will chew on them or abscond with them. "If it makes you feel better, it's partially for Lyra...now you can read them all to her without having to fish for the next one."

Poor Lyra, she could have had a normal sense of humor but even before she's born she's doomed to develop a loopy English one.

He reaches up again, another book, this time it's "The Day of the Triffids" by John Wyndham. Older book, but still in good shape, and looks oddly familiar. "So, Charlotte at the next branch over tells me you've always had a thing for British sci-fi and every time you checked this out she wondered if she'd get it back. Now it's officially yours."

Y'all, I could cry.

He went to the library I used to spend all day in, when I lived a town over from here as a kid, and pressed the librarian for intel. I just assumed she'd be retired, and I'm way more shocked that she remembers me than I am that she let him buy the book.

"I promise I won't read this to Lyra."

"Good, it sounds really fucking scary."

[nbmsports]

At the U.S. Open, Wyndham Clark Is Confident, and It Shows

When Wyndham Clark was a kid, his mother, Lise, would tuck short written notes in his knapsack, little missives meant to lift his spirits or motivate him during the day. Clark tried to hide the notes from classmates because they became a source of teasing, especially when he was younger.During interviews in the 10 years since Lise Clark died of breast cancer at 55, Clark has often said, “I’d give anything to have those notes now.”But Clark, among the leaders after the second round of this week’s U.S. Open, has no trouble recalling the most lasting of his mother’s messages — at least as it relates to his professional golf career.“When my mom was sick,” Clark, 29, said on Friday, “I was in college and she told me: ‘Hey, play big. Play for something bigger than yourself. You have a platform to either witness, or help, or be a role model for so many people.’“And I’ve taken that to heart. When I’m out there playing, I want to do that for her.”Clark conjured the memory in the wake of two consecutive stellar rounds at the national golf championship at Los Angeles Country Club. After shooting a sparkling 64 in Thursday’s first round, Clark followed it up with a three-under-par 67, which had his name atop the U.S. Open leaderboards for several hours before the Friday afternoon wave of golfers teed off.Clark’s distinguished play was not a fluke. He has steadily been climbing the world golf rankings with six top-10 finishes on the PGA Tour during the 2022-23 season. Last month, he earned his first tour victory at the Wells Fargo Championship in Charlotte, N.C., a milestone that Clark, now ranked 32nd in the world, said significantly bolstered his belief in himself.“It was big, to me, it felt like a major championship,” he said on Friday. “I just feel like I can compete with the best players in the world, and I think of myself as one of them.”Several years ago, Clark did not have the same confidence. In the months after the death of his mother, who had introduced him to golf as a toddler, Clark struggled on and off the course.When he competed poorly, Clark would storm off the golf course and, he said, “just drive away as fast as I could, I didn’t even know where I was going.”“The pressure of golf and then not having my mom there and someone to call was really tough,” he said after his Wells Fargo victory last month.He missed cut after cut and withdrew from Oklahoma State University before eventually settling at the University of Oregon. Slowly, he said, he found his equilibrium. He debuted on the PGA Tour in 2017, and while the acclimation to the vicissitudes of a pro golfer’s life took time, by last season his play was consistent enough to earn more than $1.5 million in prize money.“I was building my confidence bit by bit, which is, of course, so vital in this game — or any profession,” Clark said.His self-assurance was on display as he played the L.A. Country Club’s devilish par-5 14th hole on Friday. Clark’s second shot settled in deep, gnarly rough about 30 yards short of the green. His third required a gutsy flop shot from a sketchy lie that had to land with spin and precision on a blazing fast, sloping green.He kept the shot on the green and then drained the 13-foot putt for a spectacular birdie. After his round, Clark, with a wide smile, conceded that his third shot was “very risky.”He estimated that in a normal PGA Tour event, he would successfully execute the shot 70 percent of the time. Friday’s round, though, was conducted under the withering pressure of a U.S. Open, so the chance of averting a bogey, Clark said, “was way less because you have the nerves.”But Clark insisted he never wavered about what shot he had to try.He would play big.“When I’m out there playing, I want to do that for her,” Clark said of his mother. “I want to show everyone the person I am and how much joy I have out there playing.“I was walking the fairway yesterday and just kind of smiling because I was playing well. And I go, ‘Man, I wish you could be here, Mom, because it’s a dream come true to be doing this at the highest level.’”He added: “But I know she’s proud of me. I am who I am today because of her. I mean, I’m getting a little choked up. I miss her, and everything I do out here is a lot for her.” Source link Read the full article