#erye

[randomtwinkinthetomb]

Baye: The universe has a plan for you

Erye: it's not a good plan

[burningvelvet]

jane eyre 2006 fans: in ep 3 toward the beginning, what is your interpretation of the scene with rochester and blanche ingram where she talks about renovating the furniture and he intently asks her "what do you rly want, blanche?"

having rewatched the series more than once, it feels more and more awkward/out of place as an addition - like there were probably deleted scenes or something that got cut out. it just doesnt seem purposeful at all. because before that, we see rochester admitting to having the fortune teller upset blanche - and after that, we see him part ways with the ingrams, giving her mother a death stare. so what did blanche tell him!!!! because i highly doubt she confessed to being a gold digger, and upon further analysis, she just seems annoyed in most of their scenes together and doesn't even seem to be into him at all. it's her mother doing everything.

and upon further consideration i honestly get the vibe that maybe she told him she didnt want to get married at all lol and that may be why rochesters attitude seems more directed at the obnoxious mrs ingram. anyway, blanche's prolonged silence and coyness in that scene is increasingly perplexing to me although i thought nothing of it upon first watch. maybe I'm just overthinking. idk what the director was going for there.

i also notice that aside from two or three snide comments, she really is a normal lady with a horrible mother lol - when everyone freaks out over mason's screaming, she takes initiative in asking what the hell is going on. she's the best female rider in the county supposedly. she shows courage at the ouija game. i don't really buy that 2006 blanche was really that devious or in love with rochester, but just a lady being practical & trying to please her mom. anyway!

[jaemiecook]

Haven’t been posting any of my art recently. I will have a lot more free time as school will end tomorrow so, here is a painting that I’ve finally finished

Still need to outline a few things.

[trishacollins]

Like here's the thing.

Colt blaming his creation for his problems is such a literary refrence. It's Frankenstein. And Félix is aware of the literary framing that takes on his life. Just as he is aware that Colt isn't. Colt both despises and doesn’t understand the creature he made.

But Adrien? Adrien is missing so many chapters to understand the tragady he's captured in. If Félix is Frankenstein, then Adrien is the wife in Jane Erye trapped in the attic, he's the miserable child brougut to keep Mrs. Havershem company as she mourns a wedding that never was, he's Rapunzel trapped in the tower, a prisoner for a crime he didn't commit.

But he doesn't know! The bars of his cage are clad in gold.

Félix is genra savvy enough to know the part he plays in the story. His goal is simple, to survive. To defy the expectations. To end his story better than those that shared his narrative role.

Adrien doesn’t know.

They're both tragic, but Félix *knows*.

[herpsandbirds]

Painted Delma (Delma petersoni), family Pygopodidae, Erye Pennisula, SA, Australia

Legless Lizard.

photograph by C. Margetts Photography

[beesmygod]

What are some of your favorite pieces of art/ art that has made you think a lot?

this is such a cheesy cop-out answer, but there's a lot of things that im going to struggle remembering because of 1. how situational the experience was (as in, the context in which i experienced the piece) 2. how wide the word "art piece" is. 3. the great fortune to have been born to parents with strong artistic sensibilities and a love of travel/education. so these are like. really weird and specific but maybe thats the way it should be:

let's start with the most overly dramatic: st. paul's cathedral in london has guided tours where they take you into rooms and let you mill around before moving to the next one. my family took a trip overseas as a really, really big special vacation to celebrate my sister and i graduating from high school (we're not twins, we just combo'd it after she graduated) that i was too brain-broken and teenage to fully appreciate. its a beautiful cathedral but i was in my edgy internet atheist stage and refused to be impressed by it until i stood over a grate in the floor. through the grates you can see the crypt that you visit next. but standing over the grate, someone below started to sing something hymnal and very catholic. and i realized i was the only one who could hear it because of the crowd chatter. and it made me feel, in the moment, so special and so lonely in a way that i still think about, a lot. it was for me only. divine providence.

a date with adam to a place i had no idea existed but he had been to before: the bad art museum, which is split over like 3 different buildings in a bizarre way. we only went to the one where you have to buy a ticket to a movie as entry and it was some truly lovely bad art and made me sad how inaccessible it was but resolute about my love of the nuances of uncelebrated anti-art masterpieces. then we watched "assassination nation" and it was fucking terrible. great date.

reading the theory regarding the "venus of willendorf" being a self portrait as a 20-something year old and running into the bathroom to take my clothes off and look down at myself and having my mind blown. not just by how much i instantly understood it, but because of the tugging feeling on my heart when i feel that strand of history connecting women artists driven by that unknown compulsion to create for creations sake!

similarly, seeing artemisia gentileschi's work next to her fathers and realizing how much she outclassed him in every single way and feeling the tugging feeling again, but this time with a dark woe of realization of how history minimizes achievement and talent when it eases a narrative

reading jane erye's descriptions of herself and her approaches to her plights and for the first time feeling like someone had walked a path that i currently found myself lost on.

reading 1984 as a middle schooler and becoming so angry at the ending i threw the book across the room (something i had never done before and never did again in my life) and stormed out of my room to complain to my mom lol. IT REALLY UPSET ME!!!

reading les miserables for the first time and weeping piteously for days after the ending and having it impact my brain so hard it re-wired how i think about the concept of "legacy" and what it means to matter in the world and how love is nothing without the courage to stand up for it. and that mercy should, and will, always supersede unwavering justice (hard lesson to remember, maybe im due for a re-read)

sneaking into my parents room to read the books i wasnt supposed to yet as a really little kid lol. my mom used to get "dykes to watch out for" in a newsletter she was subscribed to! but i didnt read those bc they were dumb relationship comics for grown-ups. i wanted to read about opus the penguin and lee iacocca, as if i knew who that was. my mother's comic collection was the single most influential constant in my life. knowing that i was exposed to bill watterson's commentary about his own work via the big collections my mom owned probably explains a lot about what's wrong with me. but she also had a lot of berke breathed before he fully wussed out

the general experience of playing a video game that you arent supposed to/when you arent supposed to is probably one of the most freeing means of meaningless rebellion as a kid that everyone should experience. i used to be up playing pokemon past my bedtime under my covers with a huge heavy rubber flashlight i stole from the kitchen and had to replace every morning without getting caught once i was done with it. god, the days before backlit screens we had to get really fucking wild with it. in high school i would wake up at 5:00am, sneak into the computer room where the ps2 was and play an hour of FFX bc its the longest fucking non-persona game in the world, stop playing before my mom woke up at 6:00am and sneak back into bed. if i hit a part where i couldnt save i would just turn the screen off and come back to it tomorrow lol. secrets......

reading the "pictures for sad children" arc about paul, who is a ghost, finally losing it and going on a rant about how it has never mattered how thin a computer screen is. they were right and reading it helped me articulate and understand a growing feeling of restless frustration at the world around me that i felt singular and alone in. im glad that last i heard that artist is doing ok. i hope they recognize the incredible value in their work as imperfect as they perceived it to be. i do not think they would be happy to know that their old work was impactful, but i hope they realize that what people are able to tease out of their work is meaningful, at least to me it is. ill transcribe the comic rather than repost it i think: paul [while smashing electronics]: "have i told you about [bam] how nerds destroy the world take conspicuous consumption as a lifestyle choice and combine it with early hardware adoption and you have great swaths of gadgetry out of stock because they're incrementally better than the last model and there are landfills full of functioning electronics wasted time, resources, money, etc. the best part is that these things were never necessary it has never mattered how thing a computer is." [smash]

this is too long. i like art.

[phykoha]

i have decided to stop being an artist now-

I CACKLED AND SCREAMED CHSJDGHVFSGDHVFSH YOOO

SCFEAKING THERE ARE TEARS IN MY ERYES

[randomtwinkinthetomb]

Foye: What would you do for me?

Zhang Rishan: Burn the world down.

Erye: Kill anyone who dares to wrong you.

Huo Jin Xi: Tolerate you.

[eddiestach87]

I said it before, and I'll say it again.

I'm BEGGING Mike Flanagan to write/director Jane Erye, and Wuthering Heights for the next generation. He'd be FANTASTIC at it.

[szalonykasztan00]

We all know that the balls that Tamlin organized in the beginning of ACOMAF was to properly and respectful introduce F/erye to the court. But what if it was just one reason? What if Tamlin wanted for F/erye to find a Lady friend for herself. Like ladies in waiting in medieval times. (Lucien is obviously first and for most his friend at that point) A friend that would be 100% only F/erye's. It's not like he doesn't want to share. It's just it would be good for F/erye to have someone without Tamlin emotionally attached. Opposite to what F/erye have now, which is just friend that are first and for most R/hysand friends. Call out Tamlin/Lucien/*ugh*Ianthe/Ferye bullsh*t when needed. Tell her about potentially deadly pregnancy.

And that friend could have more time for her that Tamlin, Lucien and *ugh* Ianthe. All 3 of the are extremely busy at the beginning of the book so someone with less responsibilities could be with F/erye whether she need/wants them to. And a daughter of lord not only have time for Ferye for shit and giggles but also can:

learn her have to read and write (F/erye can write to her sisters to let them know she like alive + letters may help her feel less lonely and more normal (connection to the old days that she know) and Nesta and Ferye can continue to build there bond with them, Nest 100% would sniffed out Ianthe and can warned Ferye about her).

That friend can give her more argument to fight for Ferye's right to learn how to fight (Nesta aslo may give some political advice for Ferye to fight for her right to learn her power against Ianthe).

They can secretly teach Ferye how to control and use at least some of her magic 🪄.

Or help Ferye with reconciliation on waiting with learning this things later.

Ferye (and we) can learn more about SC, what Tamlin changed after he got into power.

The could sneak out to have see the whole SC (in disguise of course).

Wasn't F/erye having IC her "friends" that help her alongside trening? Someone she could talk to and was always there for her? Be malicious with.

[shooteralways]

yo wait this u!?!?!!? no way!ERye;tl

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[bcbliophile]

@mvndrvke asked:

⛓ alicent + marin

When she refused her father's orders to marry the King, it was Rhaenyra who stepped up and suggested another union to her father, a bastard born dragonrider who would be allowed at court, keeping Alicent with her. The redhead did not argue against it, for as much as she loved the Princess she knew she could never marry her, she would need a husband to sit the throne and so it was at her command that Alicent set off to The Erye to formally meet her. The journey was long and she wished she had taken the Princess up on her offer to go on dragon back as it would have been faster, but her fear of heights stopped her.

It was midmorning when she arrived, carefully helped out of her carriage, green eyes sought out the woman she was to wed, falling on one who held the Targaryen silver hair and she smiled kindly. "It is a pleasure to meet you" she bowed her head in respect.

[lunanoc]

You know what, gimme the heihua one as well, why not, les go

fine you get a long snippet then

He’d been all of ten years old, eleven at most, when he first met Hei Xiazi—though perhaps ‘met’ is too definitive a word for however much the encounter left on Xie Yuchen a profound impression that would only confirm itself in the years to come, like an indent pressed upon his person deep enough that the mark could never fully fade. By then, his uncle, then his father and mother, had been dead for long enough that the mantle of responsibility had only just begun to settle on his shoulders, ill-fitting as it had been on a child who’d had so much yet to learn. He’d known enough by then about the dealings of the Nine families, of the ill-kept secret of the legacy their foundations stood upon, and that Erye made no effort to shield him from. Erye, thus, had had no qualms about conducting his business in Xie Yuchen’s presence, happy to let his student observe the proceedings, and therefore had also had no qualms about receiving his latest contractor when he’d shown up to Erye’s estate in the middle of Xie Yuchen’s daily opera lessons. From the moment Hei Xiazi had stepped out from the shadows into the sunlit courtyard, Xie Yuchen, young and impressionable as he’d still been to some degree, had known he was different. He’d learned, in the scant two or three years such things had become necessary knowledge, to observe and gauge the people he had even the most minor of dealings with. What he’d perceived of Hei Xiazi, even through the veil of inexperience he’d had yet to shed, had been enough to straighten his spine, pinning him in place, caught somewhere between a strange sense of awe and some primordial disquiet, the origin of which he hadn’t yet been able to identify. The ease with which the man moved, the wry grin that curled his lips, the conspicuous tinted sunglasses that concealed his eyes, the free, brazen air of confidence that in that moment the child that still lingered at the corners of Xie Yuchen’s mind like a ghost could not help but envy—all these things belied the distinct otherness that exuded from him however much it became increasingly evident he deliberately withheld it. It was the same sort of otherness, though honed to a far greater degree, that Xie Yuchen already perceived in himself, and on seeing it mirrored, could finally name.

i have nothing to say except this is now an au because i started writing it before i reached the point in canon that shits all over this idea, so au where heihua meet while xiao hua is still young and basically the evolution of their relationship over the years

[onmyo-jin]

Febu-whump ficlet

DAY 1: touch starved

It's not that people do not touch Xiao Hua at all; of course they do. It is hard to avoid in business meetings, and in opera performances. Even harder to avoid when it's Wu Xie's unthinking affection that he hands out to anyone and everyone within reach (welcome, of course it's welcome, but it's… not the same).

He wonders sometimes how other people do this so easily. It can't just be that he lives alone, right? It can't just be because his family is… the way his family is. They are his people, his relatives, his employees, some of them. But all of them are his. All of them look to him, in admiration or in hatred, they look to him to lead the family. And because they look to him it feels wrong, in some cases even dangerous, to reach out to them for… for what, really?

For support? For love, or comfort? For something as simple as a hug? 

Some of them would love to help, Xiao Hua knows it. Not the ones who would do anything to flatter him. There are a few like his cousin Zhai Xingyao, or Huo Xiuxiu who actually care, not about their Head of the Family, Xie Yuchen, but about Xiao Hua. A-Yao would help in a heartbeat, and try to cheer Xiao Hua up besides. If Xiao Hua asked.

And that is the crux of it: if Xiao Hua asks. 

If he asks, anything he wants can be his, regardless of which of his cousins or elders he asks. And so asking feels wrong: asking feels like an order, a demand from the head of the family. Not something freely given, but something given because it is his due.

This is one of the reasons why he enjoys going on tomb raids so much, even though it's a bother to do so as the head of the family. Every time he gets back there is a mountain of paperwork waiting for him, and several sleepless nights to take care of it. Still, it's worth it. Worth it to get out of his house, out of the city that is practically his as well– all the extra work is worth it to get out of his own head, and out of his role.

In the field he is still Xie-laoban, or Hua-erye, but they're all there with a mission, a purpose, and it breeds a much more informal atmosphere, and a camaraderie he has no way of recreating at home. And, out in the field, there is Hei Xiazi.

[badassbutterfly1987]

Low-key considering a Jane Erye AU for Holland/Vortalis

Thoughts pending

[witchmd13]

rip jane erye you would've loved the tortured poets department album