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2024.04.26 18:47 Lord_Long_Rod Terrifying Appalachian Paranormal!
Well sir, way back round bout ohhh, 1953 er so, I dun reckon, we had us a dadgum real problem here in these rugged, deep and dark woodland of them thar Great Smoky Mountains here in these old lower Appalachian Mountains. They were frightful critters, they were. They dun up and struck fear in the hearts of us tried and true, diehard southern Appalachian mountain folks. We is am hardy bunch of folks with a bloodline going back to the old country of Scotland, and deep into the medieval times. To be sure, we ain’t scairt of sheeyit!
Now here in these old and ancient Appalachian mountains, we’uns been livin side by side with all sort of critter. We got them thar great old big bigfoots, both of the ape-man and caveman varieties. We got them thar werewolves, but today they is called “dogman”. We got us them Snallygaster sumbitches, giant hogs, and even a mothman that looks like both a moth and a man, and which will zap yer mind! We got witches, and spirits, and ghosts, and goblins, and vampires, and zombies, and space aliens, and Jason Voorhees, and the Stoneish Giant, and The Thunder Brothers, and Hillary Clinton, and The Thunder King, and the Coyote King, and the Death Cat, and The Vampire Lestat, and the Raven Mocker, and the Wildman, and The Wampus Beast, and them thar Devil Dogs, and Nancy Pelosi, and the Lizard Demon, and the Hellhound, and Cthulhu, and Tyler Perry, and the Far Dragon, and the Shadow Creature, and the Batman, and them cave creatures, and that sumbitch Bloodless Howler, and the Fire Ape, and The Cherokee Devil, and The Cherokee Liar (a/k/a Elizabeth Warren), and The Ash Man, and The Michelin Man, and the Swamp Creature, to name jest a couple. But we’uns here are tough nuff to live side to side with sech critters cuz we periodically kick them in the balls and shows ‘em who am boss of these here woods!!
Them thar good old boys from West Virginia, who are all experienced, tried and true, red white and blue, hunters and trappers, and American heeroes, knowd bout kickin sech beasts in thar balls to keep em in check. Them good old fellers are sum of the roughest, tuffest mountain monster hunters round! Why, good old Trapper John is such a mean sumbitch that he can bite the testicles off a 12’ tall Sasquatch right in the middle of saying the American Pledge of Allegiance, and never skip a beat! If’n the AIMS Team cain’t beat it, then you is fucked.
So, back to our problem back here many years past, and agin the backdrop of what I jest laid out fer ya, we had us a real bad problem here. And if’n us ancient race of Appalachian mountain folk cain’t a’handle it, then ya know how bad it twas. If’n these critters had ever leaked outside of our old mountain range then the whole world would have been devastated.
I am talking about dongs. And not just any dong. You can get them thar pussified dongs the rich bitches use, or the ones used by them thar girlie city boys who’s hands are smooth as silk, or the French. No sir! I is talking bout them old Mountain Monster Demon Dongs! Them sumbitches are ALIVE and possessed by demons! Sum are attached to possessed men with corrupted minds. Sum be attached to fearsome critters, like Sasquatch and Dogman, and sum are disembodied dongs possessed by restless and malevolent spirits, and they glow in the dark and float around in the woods at night!
Most impotently, them thar dongs are looking to PENETRATE any sort of orifice they can. They ain’t necessarily homofied, but it mainly be menfolk in the woods. They get all up in thar and jest go and go and go til yer innards are black and blue.
It dun got so bad back thar then in 1953 that sum us wuz all a gettin violated 2-3 times a day. So us mountain folk got together with out guns and dogs and cuttin implements and staged an uprising against the dongs.The murderous violence and mayhem that ensued became known as The Great Dong War of 1953. Many dongs were kilt in that damn war, and many good men lost thar rectums. The fight lasted what seemed like an eternity. It wuz long and hard. But in the end we managed to push Dong into the dark abyss!
Ever since then we have lived relatively dong free in these here old mountains. But now the dongs are coming back. I don’t rightly know why that be the case jest yet. It may be a niche critter. Or there may be more assholes now. But one thang is fer sure: the dongs are becoming more and more numerous in these here hills. Hell, I is always having to fish out dead dongs from my mash pots.
I shore do hope them good old boys from West Virginny can hep us out here. By God, If’n anybody can do it, it’s the AIMS Team!!
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Now here in these old and ancient Appalachian mountains, we’uns been livin side by side with all sort of critter. We got them thar great old big bigfoots, both of the ape-man and caveman varieties. We got them thar werewolves, but today they is called “dogman”. We got us them Snallygaster sumbitches, giant hogs, and even a mothman that looks like both a moth and a man, and which will zap yer mind! We got witches, and spirits, and ghosts, and goblins, and vampires, and zombies, and space aliens, and Jason Voorhees, and the Stoneish Giant, and The Thunder Brothers, and Hillary Clinton, and The Thunder King, and the Coyote King, and the Death Cat, and The Vampire Lestat, and the Raven Mocker, and the Wildman, and The Wampus Beast, and them thar Devil Dogs, and Nancy Pelosi, and the Lizard Demon, and the Hellhound, and Cthulhu, and Tyler Perry, and the Far Dragon, and the Shadow Creature, and the Batman, and them cave creatures, and that sumbitch Bloodless Howler, and the Fire Ape, and The Cherokee Devil, and The Cherokee Liar (a/k/a Elizabeth Warren), and The Ash Man, and The Michelin Man, and the Swamp Creature, to name jest a couple. But we’uns here are tough nuff to live side to side with sech critters cuz we periodically kick them in the balls and shows ‘em who am boss of these here woods!!
Them thar good old boys from West Virginia, who are all experienced, tried and true, red white and blue, hunters and trappers, and American heeroes, knowd bout kickin sech beasts in thar balls to keep em in check. Them good old fellers are sum of the roughest, tuffest mountain monster hunters round! Why, good old Trapper John is such a mean sumbitch that he can bite the testicles off a 12’ tall Sasquatch right in the middle of saying the American Pledge of Allegiance, and never skip a beat! If’n the AIMS Team cain’t beat it, then you is fucked.
So, back to our problem back here many years past, and agin the backdrop of what I jest laid out fer ya, we had us a real bad problem here. And if’n us ancient race of Appalachian mountain folk cain’t a’handle it, then ya know how bad it twas. If’n these critters had ever leaked outside of our old mountain range then the whole world would have been devastated.
I am talking about dongs. And not just any dong. You can get them thar pussified dongs the rich bitches use, or the ones used by them thar girlie city boys who’s hands are smooth as silk, or the French. No sir! I is talking bout them old Mountain Monster Demon Dongs! Them sumbitches are ALIVE and possessed by demons! Sum are attached to possessed men with corrupted minds. Sum be attached to fearsome critters, like Sasquatch and Dogman, and sum are disembodied dongs possessed by restless and malevolent spirits, and they glow in the dark and float around in the woods at night!
Most impotently, them thar dongs are looking to PENETRATE any sort of orifice they can. They ain’t necessarily homofied, but it mainly be menfolk in the woods. They get all up in thar and jest go and go and go til yer innards are black and blue.
It dun got so bad back thar then in 1953 that sum us wuz all a gettin violated 2-3 times a day. So us mountain folk got together with out guns and dogs and cuttin implements and staged an uprising against the dongs.The murderous violence and mayhem that ensued became known as The Great Dong War of 1953. Many dongs were kilt in that damn war, and many good men lost thar rectums. The fight lasted what seemed like an eternity. It wuz long and hard. But in the end we managed to push Dong into the dark abyss!
Ever since then we have lived relatively dong free in these here old mountains. But now the dongs are coming back. I don’t rightly know why that be the case jest yet. It may be a niche critter. Or there may be more assholes now. But one thang is fer sure: the dongs are becoming more and more numerous in these here hills. Hell, I is always having to fish out dead dongs from my mash pots.
I shore do hope them good old boys from West Virginny can hep us out here. By God, If’n anybody can do it, it’s the AIMS Team!!
2024.04.26 18:15 Lord_Long_Rod Appalachian Paranormal - Demon Dongs!
Well sir, way back round bout ohhh, 1953 er so, I dun reckon, we had us a dadgum real problem here in these rugged, deep and dark woodland of them thar Great Smoky Mountains here in these old lower Appalachian Mountains. They were frightful critters, they were. They dun up and struck fear in the hearts of us tried and true, diehard southern Appalachian mountain folks. We is am hardy bunch of folks with a bloodline going back to the old country of Scotland, and deep into the medieval times. To be sure, we ain’t scairt of sheeyit!
Now here in these old and ancient Appalachian mountains, we’uns been livin side by side with all sort of critter. We got them thar great old big bigfoots, both of the ape-man and caveman varieties. We got them thar werewolves, but today they is called “dogman”. We got us them Snallygaster sumbitches, giant hogs, and even a mothman that looks like both a moth and a man, and which will zap yer mind! We got witches, and spirits, and ghosts, and goblins, and vampires, and zombies, and space aliens, and Jason Voorhees, and the Stoneish Giant, and The Thunder Brothers, and Hillary Clinton, and The Thunder King, and the Coyote King, and the Death Cat, and The Vampire Lestat, and the Raven Mocker, and the Wildman, and The Wampus Beast, and them thar Devil Dogs, and Nancy Pelosi, and the Lizard Demon, and the Hellhound, and Cthulhu, and Tyler Perry, and the Far Dragon, and the Shadow Creature, and the Batman, and them cave creatures, and that sumbitch Bloodless Howler, and the Fire Ape, and The Cherokee Devil, and The Cherokee Liar (a/k/a Elizabeth Warren), and The Ash Man, and The Michelin Man, and the Swamp Creature, to name jest a couple. But we’uns here are tough nuff to live side to side with sech critters cuz we periodically kick them in the balls and shows ‘em who am boss of these here woods!!
Them thar good old boys from West Virginia, who are all experienced, tried and true, red white and blue, hunters and trappers, and American heeroes, knowd bout kickin sech beasts in thar balls to keep em in check. Them good old fellers are sum of the roughest, tuffest mountain monster hunters round! Why, good old Trapper John is such a mean sumbitch that he can bite the testicles off a 12’ tall Sasquatch right in the middle of saying the American Pledge of Allegiance, and never skip a beat! If’n the AIMS Team cain’t beat it, then you is fucked.
So, back to our problem back here many years past, and agin the backdrop of what I jest laid out fer ya, we had us a real bad problem here. And if’n us ancient race of Appalachian mountain folk cain’t a’handle it, then ya know how bad it twas. If’n these critters had ever leaked outside of our old mountain range then the whole world would have been devastated.
I am talking about dongs. And not just any dong. You can get them thar pussified dongs the rich bitches use, or the ones used by them thar girlie city boys who’s hands are smooth as silk, or the French. No sir! I is talking bout them old Mountain Monster Demon Dongs! Them sumbitches are ALIVE and possessed by demons! Sum are attached to possessed men with corrupted minds. Sum be attached to fearsome critters, like Sasquatch and Dogman, and sum are disembodied dongs possessed by restless and malevolent spirits, and they glow in the dark and float around in the woods at night!
Most impotently, them thar dongs are looking to PENETRATE any sort of orifice they can. They ain’t necessarily homofied, but it mainly be menfolk in the woods. They get all up in thar and jest go and go and go til yer innards are black and blue.
It dun got so bad back thar then in 1953 that sum us wuz all a gettin violated 2-3 times a day. So us mountain folk got together with out guns and dogs and cuttin implements and staged an uprising against the dongs.The murderous violence and mayhem that ensued became known as The Great Dong War of 1953. Many dongs were kilt in that damn war, and many good men lost thar rectums. The fight lasted what seemed like an eternity. It wuz long and hard. But in the end we managed to push Dong into the dark abyss!
Ever since then we have lived relatively dong free in these here old mountains. But now the dongs are coming back. I don’t rightly know why that be the case jest yet. It may be a niche critter. Or there may be more assholes now. But one thang is fer sure: the dongs are becoming more and more numerous in these here hills. Hell, I is always having to fish out dead dongs from my mash pots.
I shore do hope them good old boys from West Virginny can hep us out here. By God, If’n anybody can do it, it’s the AIMS Team!!
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Now here in these old and ancient Appalachian mountains, we’uns been livin side by side with all sort of critter. We got them thar great old big bigfoots, both of the ape-man and caveman varieties. We got them thar werewolves, but today they is called “dogman”. We got us them Snallygaster sumbitches, giant hogs, and even a mothman that looks like both a moth and a man, and which will zap yer mind! We got witches, and spirits, and ghosts, and goblins, and vampires, and zombies, and space aliens, and Jason Voorhees, and the Stoneish Giant, and The Thunder Brothers, and Hillary Clinton, and The Thunder King, and the Coyote King, and the Death Cat, and The Vampire Lestat, and the Raven Mocker, and the Wildman, and The Wampus Beast, and them thar Devil Dogs, and Nancy Pelosi, and the Lizard Demon, and the Hellhound, and Cthulhu, and Tyler Perry, and the Far Dragon, and the Shadow Creature, and the Batman, and them cave creatures, and that sumbitch Bloodless Howler, and the Fire Ape, and The Cherokee Devil, and The Cherokee Liar (a/k/a Elizabeth Warren), and The Ash Man, and The Michelin Man, and the Swamp Creature, to name jest a couple. But we’uns here are tough nuff to live side to side with sech critters cuz we periodically kick them in the balls and shows ‘em who am boss of these here woods!!
Them thar good old boys from West Virginia, who are all experienced, tried and true, red white and blue, hunters and trappers, and American heeroes, knowd bout kickin sech beasts in thar balls to keep em in check. Them good old fellers are sum of the roughest, tuffest mountain monster hunters round! Why, good old Trapper John is such a mean sumbitch that he can bite the testicles off a 12’ tall Sasquatch right in the middle of saying the American Pledge of Allegiance, and never skip a beat! If’n the AIMS Team cain’t beat it, then you is fucked.
So, back to our problem back here many years past, and agin the backdrop of what I jest laid out fer ya, we had us a real bad problem here. And if’n us ancient race of Appalachian mountain folk cain’t a’handle it, then ya know how bad it twas. If’n these critters had ever leaked outside of our old mountain range then the whole world would have been devastated.
I am talking about dongs. And not just any dong. You can get them thar pussified dongs the rich bitches use, or the ones used by them thar girlie city boys who’s hands are smooth as silk, or the French. No sir! I is talking bout them old Mountain Monster Demon Dongs! Them sumbitches are ALIVE and possessed by demons! Sum are attached to possessed men with corrupted minds. Sum be attached to fearsome critters, like Sasquatch and Dogman, and sum are disembodied dongs possessed by restless and malevolent spirits, and they glow in the dark and float around in the woods at night!
Most impotently, them thar dongs are looking to PENETRATE any sort of orifice they can. They ain’t necessarily homofied, but it mainly be menfolk in the woods. They get all up in thar and jest go and go and go til yer innards are black and blue.
It dun got so bad back thar then in 1953 that sum us wuz all a gettin violated 2-3 times a day. So us mountain folk got together with out guns and dogs and cuttin implements and staged an uprising against the dongs.The murderous violence and mayhem that ensued became known as The Great Dong War of 1953. Many dongs were kilt in that damn war, and many good men lost thar rectums. The fight lasted what seemed like an eternity. It wuz long and hard. But in the end we managed to push Dong into the dark abyss!
Ever since then we have lived relatively dong free in these here old mountains. But now the dongs are coming back. I don’t rightly know why that be the case jest yet. It may be a niche critter. Or there may be more assholes now. But one thang is fer sure: the dongs are becoming more and more numerous in these here hills. Hell, I is always having to fish out dead dongs from my mash pots.
I shore do hope them good old boys from West Virginny can hep us out here. By God, If’n anybody can do it, it’s the AIMS Team!!
2024.03.19 02:20 karenvideoeditor A Curious Visitor
A Crossroads Hotel story
Almost two years ago
***
This morning when I woke up and left my bedroom, there was a large, shiny arrow made out of spider silk pointing to my art room.
That might distress you, but rest assured, I was much more concerned about what the arrow was pointing toward than what created it. That was because it had been spun by Alex, the spider that lives in my apartment, who always politely keeps to high ceiling corners, and who I gave a gender-neutral name because, considering they came from another dimension, I didn’t even know if they had genitals.
There are hardly any things in the hotel that affect my living space, and I’m pretty sure that’s by design, to the extent that the oddities are possible to control. There are five permanent residents, including me, three other staff, and the owner. So, particularly since many of us work long hours, coming upstairs after a tiring shift to otherworldly chaos would not make for productive employees. Like if, say, a stream of water had been pooling on my bed for six hours, or an animal I didn’t recognize had built a nest in the middle of my living room.
Those probably sound like odd examples for me to come up with, but I work at The Crossroads Hotel and Diner, a semi-sentient crossroads that serves as a sort of international airport equivalent for what I refer to as ‘nonlocals’. Along with the eccentric people who come through on purpose, animals or other random stuff can leak through by accident. Or who knows? Maybe they’re not all accidents, and that bird-pig-dinosaur really did think the boiler room was a great nesting place for her eggs. It was warm, after all.
Large enough to be intimidating if spotted but small enough to squish under my shoe (although I would never!) my tenant Alex the spider is mostly yellow, the lower half of their thorax a pale lavender. Fyfe and Andrea both have a spider as well, though Nancy told me she declined the offer of a tiny tenant. I thought the deal was awesome, considering the alternative of a standard Earth house spider.
The offer was pest control in exchange for living quarters (and regular meals of course), except with a spider that understood boundaries. In the few months I’d worked here, despite my occasional small talk, Alex had yet to attempt communication, so the arrow was new. Mostly I forgot they were there. I wasn’t even sure if they could speak English, but I read somewhere that talking to yourself when you lived alone wasn’t a big deal. It’s when you hear people talking back that’s the real issue, I’d reckon.
As for the arrow, it served its purpose of catching my attention immediately, shining in the light of the hallway bulb I flicked on. I stopped before I turned to enter my bathroom, looking at it worriedly. In hindsight, it was probably Alex’s best strategy. Attempting to wake me would likely have resulted in instinctive and fatal consequences, and at their size, making noises would’ve taken extraordinary effort. I know spider silk is strong, but I don’t think Alex can bench press much, so even flicking a light switch would’ve been difficult.
Warily heading down the hall and stopping in the doorway of my small art room, I flicked on the light for the overhead ceiling fan. Nothing jumped out at me, figuratively or literally, as I scanned the room. I took a few steps in, taking a closer look. Nothing moved, but something caught my eye. A large leaf clearly being held by its stem behind an easel near the wall, maybe eight by six inches, that was obscuring someone or something underneath.
“Hello?” I asked.
As much as you might think I’m venturing into horror-movie territory here, there’s no way to work at the Crossroads that doesn’t start with a crash course, and I wasn’t too concerned. Hospitality is rule one, for both guest and employee, so fights and injuries, and especially murders, on the premises are exceedingly rare. Plus, my boss wards our apartments against malevolent intent, for extra security.
The leaf didn’t so much as twitch, and I tilted my head, taking a moment to consider the situation. “I felt like there’s someone in here. Do I…have a visitor?” No movement. “It would be rude for someone to come into my home uninvited, especially my art room, but…” I let me voice trail off thoughtfully. “If they were just curious, I would forgive them. Just this once.”
Honestly, I’d forgive, but I wouldn’t forget. I did need my apartment to be the one place I knew was mine. Uninvited guests were common at the hotel, and I dealt with them, but I really didn’t want work to start following me home. I’d ask my boss to make sure it didn’t become a regular occurrence. It just felt like an overreaction to get angry at one tiny intruder, especially since my predecessor Patricia had lived here for something like forty years. For all I knew, she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to this visitor.
The leaf twitched the slightest bit and moved just enough for me to see a reddish face and an eye that belonged to an anxious expression. Considering the size of the eye and the curve of the face, it was apparent that there was a comical disproportion compared to human bodies. That being, its head was most of its body.
“Deepest apologies,” spoke a barely audible voice that might have belonged to a young man if I’d heard it without a visual reference. “You are…the new Manager.”
The tone and demeanor of the creature made me think of an insect that used camouflage and was now attempting to reclaim his blown disguise by being quiet and still. “I am. Did you mean to come here to visit Patricia?” I asked.
“No. I came…I came to see your home.”
Pausing to see if he’d continue, I eventually asked, “Did you have questions for me?”
“Not…really. I was just dreadfully curious of this room.”
“Oh,” I remarked. “My painting?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and looked around at the mildly organized mess, a few projects completed, a few in progress. “Do you like them?”
“Very much,” he whispered.
“Did you…want me to paint you?”
The eye widened in terror. “No-no-no-no-no,” he breathed in a rush. “No-thank-you.”
Smothering a grin, I nodded. “Okay. Well…is there any other reason for your visit?”
The little creature hesitated before asking, “We traded with Patricia. Would you like to trade? For fish?”
That was curious. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, which prompted him to flinch back a few inches, and I folded my legs under me. “I have pretty much everything I need,” I said honestly, “and a whole lot of what I want. Did you have something in mind?”
“You…like paint. We live in forgotten places, with forgotten things. But we haven’t forgotten them. Long ago, there were pigments made from minerals and clays. Kings and queens paid ransoms for them and they had portraits done that cost fortunes. The paints you have are many and varied,” he whispered, the eye flicking around the room for a moment, “but I could bring you the paints of old. Humans like those things, don’t you? Old things. Precious things.”
My lips parted in surprise. The childlike wonder in his voice made me think that he liked those things just as much. Every culture has things that it values, going back centuries or even millennia, and I realized whatever he was, his species’ culture must be the same. Especially considering he was talking about his people, the ‘we’ he spoke of, knowing of paints from hundreds of years ago.
“That would be lovely,” I told him.
And I meant it. Sure, I could literally get any pigment I wanted off the internet these days, even if some of them were pricey, but this was different. It felt special. This was paint that had value beyond a price tag. Paints like lapis lazuli, a blue used as far back as 7,000 B.C., were more than simple paint. When I saw art that had been created with it a hundred years ago, it felt like that long-cherished blue rock connected me to artists from the beginning of time.
“Would that be a fair trade?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Just fish? How much? And what kind?”
His expression, what little I could see if it, changed from anxious to subdued delight. “Sea chestnuts are my favorite. We also like king crab, and salmon roe. Not too much. I’m stronger than I look, but I am not that strong.”
I nodded slowly, committing them to memory as best I could. “Okay. Could I leave it on a plate outside my room?” I asked. “Humans…we like our private space. And this apartment is my home.”
He drooped a bit. “Many apologies for violating your space. We will cease our visits.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a half smile. “I’ll leave you a treat the first chance I get.”
“Many thanks,” he whispered. At that, he backed up, looking wobbly, and blurred against the air with a soft glow before disappearing.
Standing up and stretching, I repeated, “Sea chestnuts, king crab, salmon roe,” as I took a pen from nearby and a bit of scrap paper. Then I stopped and looked over to where the little guy had been. “Wait…cease our visits? How many times have you been here? And how many of you even are there?”
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Almost two years ago
***
This morning when I woke up and left my bedroom, there was a large, shiny arrow made out of spider silk pointing to my art room.
That might distress you, but rest assured, I was much more concerned about what the arrow was pointing toward than what created it. That was because it had been spun by Alex, the spider that lives in my apartment, who always politely keeps to high ceiling corners, and who I gave a gender-neutral name because, considering they came from another dimension, I didn’t even know if they had genitals.
There are hardly any things in the hotel that affect my living space, and I’m pretty sure that’s by design, to the extent that the oddities are possible to control. There are five permanent residents, including me, three other staff, and the owner. So, particularly since many of us work long hours, coming upstairs after a tiring shift to otherworldly chaos would not make for productive employees. Like if, say, a stream of water had been pooling on my bed for six hours, or an animal I didn’t recognize had built a nest in the middle of my living room.
Those probably sound like odd examples for me to come up with, but I work at The Crossroads Hotel and Diner, a semi-sentient crossroads that serves as a sort of international airport equivalent for what I refer to as ‘nonlocals’. Along with the eccentric people who come through on purpose, animals or other random stuff can leak through by accident. Or who knows? Maybe they’re not all accidents, and that bird-pig-dinosaur really did think the boiler room was a great nesting place for her eggs. It was warm, after all.
Large enough to be intimidating if spotted but small enough to squish under my shoe (although I would never!) my tenant Alex the spider is mostly yellow, the lower half of their thorax a pale lavender. Fyfe and Andrea both have a spider as well, though Nancy told me she declined the offer of a tiny tenant. I thought the deal was awesome, considering the alternative of a standard Earth house spider.
The offer was pest control in exchange for living quarters (and regular meals of course), except with a spider that understood boundaries. In the few months I’d worked here, despite my occasional small talk, Alex had yet to attempt communication, so the arrow was new. Mostly I forgot they were there. I wasn’t even sure if they could speak English, but I read somewhere that talking to yourself when you lived alone wasn’t a big deal. It’s when you hear people talking back that’s the real issue, I’d reckon.
As for the arrow, it served its purpose of catching my attention immediately, shining in the light of the hallway bulb I flicked on. I stopped before I turned to enter my bathroom, looking at it worriedly. In hindsight, it was probably Alex’s best strategy. Attempting to wake me would likely have resulted in instinctive and fatal consequences, and at their size, making noises would’ve taken extraordinary effort. I know spider silk is strong, but I don’t think Alex can bench press much, so even flicking a light switch would’ve been difficult.
Warily heading down the hall and stopping in the doorway of my small art room, I flicked on the light for the overhead ceiling fan. Nothing jumped out at me, figuratively or literally, as I scanned the room. I took a few steps in, taking a closer look. Nothing moved, but something caught my eye. A large leaf clearly being held by its stem behind an easel near the wall, maybe eight by six inches, that was obscuring someone or something underneath.
“Hello?” I asked.
As much as you might think I’m venturing into horror-movie territory here, there’s no way to work at the Crossroads that doesn’t start with a crash course, and I wasn’t too concerned. Hospitality is rule one, for both guest and employee, so fights and injuries, and especially murders, on the premises are exceedingly rare. Plus, my boss wards our apartments against malevolent intent, for extra security.
The leaf didn’t so much as twitch, and I tilted my head, taking a moment to consider the situation. “I felt like there’s someone in here. Do I…have a visitor?” No movement. “It would be rude for someone to come into my home uninvited, especially my art room, but…” I let me voice trail off thoughtfully. “If they were just curious, I would forgive them. Just this once.”
Honestly, I’d forgive, but I wouldn’t forget. I did need my apartment to be the one place I knew was mine. Uninvited guests were common at the hotel, and I dealt with them, but I really didn’t want work to start following me home. I’d ask my boss to make sure it didn’t become a regular occurrence. It just felt like an overreaction to get angry at one tiny intruder, especially since my predecessor Patricia had lived here for something like forty years. For all I knew, she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to this visitor.
The leaf twitched the slightest bit and moved just enough for me to see a reddish face and an eye that belonged to an anxious expression. Considering the size of the eye and the curve of the face, it was apparent that there was a comical disproportion compared to human bodies. That being, its head was most of its body.
“Deepest apologies,” spoke a barely audible voice that might have belonged to a young man if I’d heard it without a visual reference. “You are…the new Manager.”
The tone and demeanor of the creature made me think of an insect that used camouflage and was now attempting to reclaim his blown disguise by being quiet and still. “I am. Did you mean to come here to visit Patricia?” I asked.
“No. I came…I came to see your home.”
Pausing to see if he’d continue, I eventually asked, “Did you have questions for me?”
“Not…really. I was just dreadfully curious of this room.”
“Oh,” I remarked. “My painting?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and looked around at the mildly organized mess, a few projects completed, a few in progress. “Do you like them?”
“Very much,” he whispered.
“Did you…want me to paint you?”
The eye widened in terror. “No-no-no-no-no,” he breathed in a rush. “No-thank-you.”
Smothering a grin, I nodded. “Okay. Well…is there any other reason for your visit?”
The little creature hesitated before asking, “We traded with Patricia. Would you like to trade? For fish?”
That was curious. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, which prompted him to flinch back a few inches, and I folded my legs under me. “I have pretty much everything I need,” I said honestly, “and a whole lot of what I want. Did you have something in mind?”
“You…like paint. We live in forgotten places, with forgotten things. But we haven’t forgotten them. Long ago, there were pigments made from minerals and clays. Kings and queens paid ransoms for them and they had portraits done that cost fortunes. The paints you have are many and varied,” he whispered, the eye flicking around the room for a moment, “but I could bring you the paints of old. Humans like those things, don’t you? Old things. Precious things.”
My lips parted in surprise. The childlike wonder in his voice made me think that he liked those things just as much. Every culture has things that it values, going back centuries or even millennia, and I realized whatever he was, his species’ culture must be the same. Especially considering he was talking about his people, the ‘we’ he spoke of, knowing of paints from hundreds of years ago.
“That would be lovely,” I told him.
And I meant it. Sure, I could literally get any pigment I wanted off the internet these days, even if some of them were pricey, but this was different. It felt special. This was paint that had value beyond a price tag. Paints like lapis lazuli, a blue used as far back as 7,000 B.C., were more than simple paint. When I saw art that had been created with it a hundred years ago, it felt like that long-cherished blue rock connected me to artists from the beginning of time.
“Would that be a fair trade?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Just fish? How much? And what kind?”
His expression, what little I could see if it, changed from anxious to subdued delight. “Sea chestnuts are my favorite. We also like king crab, and salmon roe. Not too much. I’m stronger than I look, but I am not that strong.”
I nodded slowly, committing them to memory as best I could. “Okay. Could I leave it on a plate outside my room?” I asked. “Humans…we like our private space. And this apartment is my home.”
He drooped a bit. “Many apologies for violating your space. We will cease our visits.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a half smile. “I’ll leave you a treat the first chance I get.”
“Many thanks,” he whispered. At that, he backed up, looking wobbly, and blurred against the air with a soft glow before disappearing.
Standing up and stretching, I repeated, “Sea chestnuts, king crab, salmon roe,” as I took a pen from nearby and a bit of scrap paper. Then I stopped and looked over to where the little guy had been. “Wait…cease our visits? How many times have you been here? And how many of you even are there?”
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2024.03.19 02:12 karenvideoeditor A Curious Visitor
A Crossroads Hotel story
Almost two years ago
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This morning when I woke up and left my bedroom, there was a large, shiny arrow made out of spider silk pointing to my art room.
That might distress you, but rest assured, I was much more concerned about what the arrow was pointing toward than what created it. That was because it had been spun by Alex, the spider that lives in my apartment, who always politely keeps to high ceiling corners, and who I gave a gender-neutral name because, considering they came from another dimension, I didn’t even know if they had genitals.
There are hardly any things in the hotel that affect my living space, and I’m pretty sure that’s by design, to the extent that the oddities are possible to control. There are five permanent residents, including me, three other staff, and the owner. So, particularly since many of us work long hours, coming upstairs after a tiring shift to otherworldly chaos would not make for productive employees. Like if, say, a stream of water had been pooling on my bed for six hours, or an animal I didn’t recognize had built a nest in the middle of my living room.
Those probably sound like odd examples for me to come up with, but I work at The Crossroads Hotel and Diner, a semi-sentient crossroads that serves as a sort of international airport equivalent for what I refer to as ‘nonlocals’. Along with the eccentric people who come through on purpose, animals or other random stuff can leak through by accident. Or who knows? Maybe they’re not all accidents, and that bird-pig-dinosaur really did think the boiler room was a great nesting place for her eggs. It was warm, after all.
Large enough to be intimidating if spotted but small enough to squish under my shoe (although I would never!) my tenant Alex the spider is mostly yellow, the lower half of their thorax a pale lavender. Fyfe and Andrea both have a spider as well, though Nancy told me she declined the offer of a tiny tenant. I thought the deal was awesome, considering the alternative of a standard Earth house spider.
The offer was pest control in exchange for living quarters (and regular meals of course), except with a spider that understood boundaries. In the few months I’d worked here, despite my occasional small talk, Alex had yet to attempt communication, so the arrow was new. Mostly I forgot they were there. I wasn’t even sure if they could speak English, but I read somewhere that talking to yourself when you lived alone wasn’t a big deal. It’s when you hear people talking back that’s the real issue, I’d reckon.
As for the arrow, it served its purpose of catching my attention immediately, shining in the light of the hallway bulb I flicked on. I stopped before I turned to enter my bathroom, looking at it worriedly. In hindsight, it was probably Alex’s best strategy. Attempting to wake me would likely have resulted in instinctive and fatal consequences, and at their size, making noises would’ve taken extraordinary effort. I know spider silk is strong, but I don’t think Alex can bench press much, so even flicking a light switch would’ve been difficult.
Warily heading down the hall and stopping in the doorway of my small art room, I flicked on the light for the overhead ceiling fan. Nothing jumped out at me, figuratively or literally, as I scanned the room. I took a few steps in, taking a closer look. Nothing moved, but something caught my eye. A large leaf clearly being held by its stem behind an easel near the wall, maybe eight by six inches, that was obscuring someone or something underneath.
“Hello?” I asked.
As much as you might think I’m venturing into horror-movie territory here, there’s no way to work at the Crossroads that doesn’t start with a crash course, and I wasn’t too concerned. Hospitality is rule one, for both guest and employee, so fights and injuries, and especially murders, on the premises are exceedingly rare. Plus, my boss wards our apartments against malevolent intent, for extra security.
The leaf didn’t so much as twitch, and I tilted my head, taking a moment to consider the situation. “I felt like there’s someone in here. Do I…have a visitor?” No movement. “It would be rude for someone to come into my home uninvited, especially my art room, but…” I let me voice trail off thoughtfully. “If they were just curious, I would forgive them. Just this once.”
Honestly, I’d forgive, but I wouldn’t forget. I did need my apartment to be the one place I knew was mine. Uninvited guests were common at the hotel, and I dealt with them, but I really didn’t want work to start following me home. I’d ask my boss to make sure it didn’t become a regular occurrence. It just felt like an overreaction to get angry at one tiny intruder, especially since my predecessor Patricia had lived here for something like forty years. For all I knew, she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to this visitor.
The leaf twitched the slightest bit and moved just enough for me to see a reddish face and an eye that belonged to an anxious expression. Considering the size of the eye and the curve of the face, it was apparent that there was a comical disproportion compared to human bodies. That being, its head was most of its body.
“Deepest apologies,” spoke a barely audible voice that might have belonged to a young man if I’d heard it without a visual reference. “You are…the new Manager.”
The tone and demeanor of the creature made me think of an insect that used camouflage and was now attempting to reclaim his blown disguise by being quiet and still. “I am. Did you mean to come here to visit Patricia?” I asked.
“No. I came…I came to see your home.”
Pausing to see if he’d continue, I eventually asked, “Did you have questions for me?”
“Not…really. I was just dreadfully curious of this room.”
“Oh,” I remarked. “My painting?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and looked around at the mildly organized mess, a few projects completed, a few in progress. “Do you like them?”
“Very much,” he whispered.
“Did you…want me to paint you?”
The eye widened in terror. “No-no-no-no-no,” he breathed in a rush. “No-thank-you.”
Smothering a grin, I nodded. “Okay. Well…is there any other reason for your visit?”
The little creature hesitated before asking, “We traded with Patricia. Would you like to trade? For fish?”
That was curious. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, which prompted him to flinch back a few inches, and I folded my legs under me. “I have pretty much everything I need,” I said honestly, “and a whole lot of what I want. Did you have something in mind?”
“You…like paint. We live in forgotten places, with forgotten things. But we haven’t forgotten them. Long ago, there were pigments made from minerals and clays. Kings and queens paid ransoms for them and they had portraits done that cost fortunes. The paints you have are many and varied,” he whispered, the eye flicking around the room for a moment, “but I could bring you the paints of old. Humans like those things, don’t you? Old things. Precious things.”
My lips parted in surprise. The childlike wonder in his voice made me think that he liked those things just as much. Every culture has things that it values, going back centuries or even millennia, and I realized whatever he was, his species’ culture must be the same. Especially considering he was talking about his people, the ‘we’ he spoke of, knowing of paints from hundreds of years ago.
“That would be lovely,” I told him.
And I meant it. Sure, I could literally get any pigment I wanted off the internet these days, even if some of them were pricey, but this was different. It felt special. This was paint that had value beyond a price tag. Paints like lapis lazuli, a blue used as far back as 7,000 B.C., were more than simple paint. When I saw art that had been created with it a hundred years ago, it felt like that long-cherished blue rock connected me to artists from the beginning of time.
“Would that be a fair trade?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Just fish? How much? And what kind?”
His expression, what little I could see if it, changed from anxious to subdued delight. “Sea chestnuts are my favorite. We also like king crab, and salmon roe. Not too much. I’m stronger than I look, but I am not that strong.”
I nodded slowly, committing them to memory as best I could. “Okay. Could I leave it on a plate outside my room?” I asked. “Humans…we like our private space. And this apartment is my home.”
He drooped a bit. “Many apologies for violating your space. We will cease our visits.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a half smile. “I’ll leave you a treat the first chance I get.”
“Many thanks,” he whispered. At that, he backed up, looking wobbly, and blurred against the air with a soft glow before disappearing.
Standing up and stretching, I repeated, “Sea chestnuts, king crab, salmon roe,” as I took a pen from nearby and a bit of scrap paper. Then I stopped and looked over to where the little guy had been. “Wait…cease our visits? How many times have you been here? And how many of you even are there?”
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Almost two years ago
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This morning when I woke up and left my bedroom, there was a large, shiny arrow made out of spider silk pointing to my art room.
That might distress you, but rest assured, I was much more concerned about what the arrow was pointing toward than what created it. That was because it had been spun by Alex, the spider that lives in my apartment, who always politely keeps to high ceiling corners, and who I gave a gender-neutral name because, considering they came from another dimension, I didn’t even know if they had genitals.
There are hardly any things in the hotel that affect my living space, and I’m pretty sure that’s by design, to the extent that the oddities are possible to control. There are five permanent residents, including me, three other staff, and the owner. So, particularly since many of us work long hours, coming upstairs after a tiring shift to otherworldly chaos would not make for productive employees. Like if, say, a stream of water had been pooling on my bed for six hours, or an animal I didn’t recognize had built a nest in the middle of my living room.
Those probably sound like odd examples for me to come up with, but I work at The Crossroads Hotel and Diner, a semi-sentient crossroads that serves as a sort of international airport equivalent for what I refer to as ‘nonlocals’. Along with the eccentric people who come through on purpose, animals or other random stuff can leak through by accident. Or who knows? Maybe they’re not all accidents, and that bird-pig-dinosaur really did think the boiler room was a great nesting place for her eggs. It was warm, after all.
Large enough to be intimidating if spotted but small enough to squish under my shoe (although I would never!) my tenant Alex the spider is mostly yellow, the lower half of their thorax a pale lavender. Fyfe and Andrea both have a spider as well, though Nancy told me she declined the offer of a tiny tenant. I thought the deal was awesome, considering the alternative of a standard Earth house spider.
The offer was pest control in exchange for living quarters (and regular meals of course), except with a spider that understood boundaries. In the few months I’d worked here, despite my occasional small talk, Alex had yet to attempt communication, so the arrow was new. Mostly I forgot they were there. I wasn’t even sure if they could speak English, but I read somewhere that talking to yourself when you lived alone wasn’t a big deal. It’s when you hear people talking back that’s the real issue, I’d reckon.
As for the arrow, it served its purpose of catching my attention immediately, shining in the light of the hallway bulb I flicked on. I stopped before I turned to enter my bathroom, looking at it worriedly. In hindsight, it was probably Alex’s best strategy. Attempting to wake me would likely have resulted in instinctive and fatal consequences, and at their size, making noises would’ve taken extraordinary effort. I know spider silk is strong, but I don’t think Alex can bench press much, so even flicking a light switch would’ve been difficult.
Warily heading down the hall and stopping in the doorway of my small art room, I flicked on the light for the overhead ceiling fan. Nothing jumped out at me, figuratively or literally, as I scanned the room. I took a few steps in, taking a closer look. Nothing moved, but something caught my eye. A large leaf clearly being held by its stem behind an easel near the wall, maybe eight by six inches, that was obscuring someone or something underneath.
“Hello?” I asked.
As much as you might think I’m venturing into horror-movie territory here, there’s no way to work at the Crossroads that doesn’t start with a crash course, and I wasn’t too concerned. Hospitality is rule one, for both guest and employee, so fights and injuries, and especially murders, on the premises are exceedingly rare. Plus, my boss wards our apartments against malevolent intent, for extra security.
The leaf didn’t so much as twitch, and I tilted my head, taking a moment to consider the situation. “I felt like there’s someone in here. Do I…have a visitor?” No movement. “It would be rude for someone to come into my home uninvited, especially my art room, but…” I let me voice trail off thoughtfully. “If they were just curious, I would forgive them. Just this once.”
Honestly, I’d forgive, but I wouldn’t forget. I did need my apartment to be the one place I knew was mine. Uninvited guests were common at the hotel, and I dealt with them, but I really didn’t want work to start following me home. I’d ask my boss to make sure it didn’t become a regular occurrence. It just felt like an overreaction to get angry at one tiny intruder, especially since my predecessor Patricia had lived here for something like forty years. For all I knew, she hadn’t been able to say goodbye to this visitor.
The leaf twitched the slightest bit and moved just enough for me to see a reddish face and an eye that belonged to an anxious expression. Considering the size of the eye and the curve of the face, it was apparent that there was a comical disproportion compared to human bodies. That being, its head was most of its body.
“Deepest apologies,” spoke a barely audible voice that might have belonged to a young man if I’d heard it without a visual reference. “You are…the new Manager.”
The tone and demeanor of the creature made me think of an insect that used camouflage and was now attempting to reclaim his blown disguise by being quiet and still. “I am. Did you mean to come here to visit Patricia?” I asked.
“No. I came…I came to see your home.”
Pausing to see if he’d continue, I eventually asked, “Did you have questions for me?”
“Not…really. I was just dreadfully curious of this room.”
“Oh,” I remarked. “My painting?”
“Yes.”
I smiled and looked around at the mildly organized mess, a few projects completed, a few in progress. “Do you like them?”
“Very much,” he whispered.
“Did you…want me to paint you?”
The eye widened in terror. “No-no-no-no-no,” he breathed in a rush. “No-thank-you.”
Smothering a grin, I nodded. “Okay. Well…is there any other reason for your visit?”
The little creature hesitated before asking, “We traded with Patricia. Would you like to trade? For fish?”
That was curious. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, which prompted him to flinch back a few inches, and I folded my legs under me. “I have pretty much everything I need,” I said honestly, “and a whole lot of what I want. Did you have something in mind?”
“You…like paint. We live in forgotten places, with forgotten things. But we haven’t forgotten them. Long ago, there were pigments made from minerals and clays. Kings and queens paid ransoms for them and they had portraits done that cost fortunes. The paints you have are many and varied,” he whispered, the eye flicking around the room for a moment, “but I could bring you the paints of old. Humans like those things, don’t you? Old things. Precious things.”
My lips parted in surprise. The childlike wonder in his voice made me think that he liked those things just as much. Every culture has things that it values, going back centuries or even millennia, and I realized whatever he was, his species’ culture must be the same. Especially considering he was talking about his people, the ‘we’ he spoke of, knowing of paints from hundreds of years ago.
“That would be lovely,” I told him.
And I meant it. Sure, I could literally get any pigment I wanted off the internet these days, even if some of them were pricey, but this was different. It felt special. This was paint that had value beyond a price tag. Paints like lapis lazuli, a blue used as far back as 7,000 B.C., were more than simple paint. When I saw art that had been created with it a hundred years ago, it felt like that long-cherished blue rock connected me to artists from the beginning of time.
“Would that be a fair trade?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Just fish? How much? And what kind?”
His expression, what little I could see if it, changed from anxious to subdued delight. “Sea chestnuts are my favorite. We also like king crab, and salmon roe. Not too much. I’m stronger than I look, but I am not that strong.”
I nodded slowly, committing them to memory as best I could. “Okay. Could I leave it on a plate outside my room?” I asked. “Humans…we like our private space. And this apartment is my home.”
He drooped a bit. “Many apologies for violating your space. We will cease our visits.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a half smile. “I’ll leave you a treat the first chance I get.”
“Many thanks,” he whispered. At that, he backed up, looking wobbly, and blurred against the air with a soft glow before disappearing.
Standing up and stretching, I repeated, “Sea chestnuts, king crab, salmon roe,” as I took a pen from nearby and a bit of scrap paper. Then I stopped and looked over to where the little guy had been. “Wait…cease our visits? How many times have you been here? And how many of you even are there?”
2024.03.12 23:33 ralo_ramone An Otherworldly Scholar [LitRPG, Isekai] - Chapter 100
“Every member of the Rosebud Fencing Academy is an orphan from the city; we don’t carry out any kind of selection process,” Elincia said, her voice carrying over the music and the guests' chatter.
Lord Osgiria’s expression remained unchanged, but thanks to [Awareness], I noticed the hints of an arrogant smirk tugging his mouth.
The nobles joined heads, murmuring and exchanging furtive looks, but I pretended not to notice. We were in trouble. The revelation might have come too early. The humble origin of the Rosebud Fencing Academy wasn’t a secret, but I wanted the nobles to have a general idea of my kids' competence before the big reveal. Without having anything to show in terms of achievements, Prince Adrien’s patronage was our only lifeline.
“A team of orphans… how picturesque. Just make sure the Aias kid doesn’t turn them into little thieves,” Lord Osgiria said as he stood and elegantly put the chair aside. Without saying a word, he turned around and left our group. That was enough for half of the nobles to leave us.
My blood froze.
Lord Osgiria was an intelligent man, tortuous but intelligent. Without resorting to violence, he had managed to undermine my character. I memorized the faces of the nobles who abandoned our group. If anything, I knew those under the influence of the Osgirian faction.
I turned around to face those who had stayed: high-rank soldiers, wealthy merchants, and members of the low nobility. Most of them seemed unsure if they should stay or follow Lord Osgiria.
“So, Prince Adrien is interested in a team of orphans. Quite intriguing if you think about it more than a second,” Lord Vedras said as he glared at Lord Osgiria’s back. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Robert Clarke.”
I silently thanked him. No one in the party would risk their reputation for a no-name Scholar like me. However, Lord Vedras’s presence seemed to reassure my audience.
“Sorry, I got caught up,” Elincia whispered under her veil.
“Don’t worry about it. They weren’t our target audience in the first place,” I replied, putting my hand on hers. There was nothing we could’ve done. Lord Osgiria was out of our weight class. He was Prince Adrien’s problem.
I fixed my jacket and focused on Lord Vedras across the table.
The duke was the real question mark at the party. I wondered if he was on board with Prince Adrien's plan or just interested in what I had to say; the new trade route would greatly favor Vedras dukedom. I looked around, searching for Sir Janus, but the man was nowhere to be found. If I had to guess, he should be hiding from his old classmates in one of the rooms annexed to the ballroom.
“Now that Negative Nancy is gone, I would like to know more about the Kingdom of Connecticut,” Lord Vedras said, summoning the flying tray for the sixth time that night and grabbing a glass of amber-colored hard liquor.
Unlike Prince Adrien, Lord Vedras seemed utterly out of his element at the party. He was drinking too fast and seemed to be counting the seconds for the party to finish. If I had to guess, Lord Vedras was an outlier. All important nobles were combatants while he was a crafting class.
“Show them the cars!” Elincia said, interrupting my thoughts.
“We’d love to hear about cars,” a young woman sitting a couple meters from us cheered. She wore a white and red dress with a necklace of the red falcon catching a fish—the symbol of Ducal House Jorn, the northmost territory of the kingdom. Her skin was pale, and a hastily made hair bum held together by a wooden stylus crowned her head.
Compared to the rest of the nobles, her outfit was sloppy, as if she had put it together in a rush.
“So, cars…” I said as I channeled my mana.
Without realizing it, Elincia had put me in a tight spot.
Despite the Silence Pact between the System and me being erased, that didn’t mean telling the whole truth would be safe. Any sane noble would want to replicate the technology of my world to have an edge over the competition, and I wanted to avoid any forceful attempts to get that knowledge from me. I decided to go vintage.
“Cars are interesting but not as useful as a cart with a good horse,” I replied, summoning the illusion of one of the early cars constructed, a little more than a tricycle with a small engine strapped to the back.
With a hand movement, I expanded the illusion to match the actual size of the antique car. As clunky as I tried to make the movement look, it still surprised the nobles. Elincia seemed bored, which wasn’t a surprise, considering she was used to another level of speed. I gave her an apologetic look.
“Do you mind if I draw a sketch?” The young woman from House Jorn asked.
“Please, be my guest, Lady…” I replied. Then, I realized I didn’t know her name. I hoped my words didn’t come out offensive. After Lord Osgiria’s demonstration of contempt toward the orphanage, I had to be careful not to jeopardize the opinion of the other nobles.
“Jorn, Lady Jorn,” she casually replied, pointing at the necklace.
I couldn’t tell if she was making fun of me. Like Prince Adrien, her expression was indecipherable. [Awareness] couldn’t tell me if she was playing or being serious.
“Silly me,” I replied, trying to play it cool.
Lady Jorn pulled out a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil and started drawing with a fast and steady hand. I couldn’t tell if she was letting the System assist her, but I could tell she was good. The car seemed to come to life on the yellowy page. Soon enough, Lady Jorn was wholly absorbed in the activity.
Crisis averted.
Elincia elbowed my shoulder, not subtly enough for the nobles not to realize and just violently enough to prompt a few laughs.
“We are waiting,” Elincia said.
“Right, let’s continue with the lesson,” I replied without skipping a beat. “Next slide. Wright Brothers’ first glider. Probably the most important thing that has ever come out from Ohio.”
I looked across the room at the nobles fluttering around Lord Osgiria. If he wanted to compete for attention, I was down for a fight. I shrunk the car and left it near Lady Jorn so she could finish her sketch in peace. Then, I made the glider grow until it was half the size of the original. Several guests turned their heads around to watch the mysterious contraption.
“This is one of the first versions of the Wright Brother’s glider. Who can guess what this hulk does?” I asked with my best teacher's voice.
“Glide, evidently. Nomads of the Sahnar Kingdom have similar vehicles they use to glide through salt flats,” Lady Jorn replied without raising her head from her sketchbook. I had taught enough know-it-all kids to recognize one. I wondered if she was a Scholar.
“Good instinct,” I replied, making the glider take off and fly over the heads of the dancers towards Lord Osgiria’s group. Then, the glider turned around and returned to our table, catching the attention of most of the nobles.
“It glides through the air!” an old, bald Baron said. “These would’ve been useful during the Sky Pirate era.”
“And without any mana involved,” I replied to everyone’s surprise.
Lady Jorn gave me a suspicious look before resuming her scribbling. She hurried to finish with the car to start the sketch of the glider. After the initial reluctance to engage with my demonstration, the nobles slowly put their reservations aside and started asking questions. I tried to dance around hard physics, claiming that all the gadgets I had shown them were mere experiments of famous Tinkerers without real use in everyday life.
Other than Lady Jorn, the audience seemed to buy my lies.
Elincia raised her eyebrows, judging me for the river of blatant lies that was coming out of my mouth. It was better to keep it that way; just entertaining enough to keep them focused on my illusions but not enough to leave nobles wanting to develop aeronautic warfare.
Lord Osgiria and his clique watched my illusions across the ballroom, but as curious as they were, none dared come near to examine them more thoroughly. I lost the notion of time as I amazed the guests with my illusions. I felt like a fair charlatan showing eye-catching yet useless gadgets to the unsuspecting bystanders. Gradually, as the night progressed, my audience thinned. As interesting as my illusions were, nobles had much more to do.
[Awareness] fed me with snips of conversation at the nearby tables. Trade agreements, exchanges of favors, marriage lobbying, promises of military aid, and much more were happening around my humble illusion. A kingdom was moving, alliances changed, and I was trapped as a circus monkey.
After several hours of illusions and dozens of invitations to have dinner during the week, I was left alone with Lord Vedras, Lady Jorn, and Elincia.
“It is surprising you kept their attention for so long,” Lord Vedras said as he sipped from the umpteenth glass of wine of the night. I would’ve expected the man to be more inebriated, but I noticed he took sips from one of his potions occasionally.
An anti-drunkenness potion sounded pretty handy.
“Aren’t you going to join them, My Lord?” I asked, hoping for the wine to have loosened his tongue.
“Let’s say that after months in the front line, I’m glad to be among fellow non-combatants,” he replied, lost in his drink.
Lady Jorn left her sketchbook for the first time in the night. She had moved to our table at Lord Vedras' request, so I assumed she was highly positioned in the kingdom’s politics. She had to be closely related to Duke Jorn.
“For combatants, war is a sport. The more you kill, the more you improve, the more powerful you become. That only serves to make combatants vacuous, murderous muscle-heads,” Lady Jorn complained, seemingly ignoring that ninety percent of the party and most of the high nobility were combatants. “If support classes ruled, the kingdom would be in a way better standing.”
Lord Vedras raised an eyebrow, and I refrained from making any comments.
“Are you an Alchemist too, Lady Jorn?” Elincia broke the awkward silence.
The young woman shook her head. “I’m a Scholar… and I don’t want to bring Victor Osgiria back to the conversation, but I also find it hard to believe that someone who became a Scholar at twenty-two is better than someone with seven years of experience. Even with all your previous instruction, there are things you can only accomplish with a Class.”
My hunch was correct. Lady Jorn was a Scholar, which was fairly obvious in hindsight, considering she was omnivorous and insatiable for knowledge. No matter what I showed them, she sketched, took notes, and asked dozens of questions. Everything while maintaining her smarty-pants aura.
“It’s rude to force others to show their Personal Sheets, Lyra,” Lord Vedras scolded her. “Even more if you are a noble putting pressure on commoners.”
The girl wasn’t having any of it.
“Personal Sheets are something to be studied, not hidden away. You, as an Alchemist, might want to keep your recipes hidden, but we Scholars wear our titles like badges of honor,” she replied, unapologetic.
Then, with a gesture of her charcoal pencil, a System prompt appeared from thin air.
Name: Lyra Jorn, Human. (Bright) Class: Scholar Lv.28 Titles: Insufferable, Jorn Heir, Crush on Mentor, Copper Scholar, Adept Orator, Adept Investigator, Journeyman Mathematician, Novice Ecologist. Passive: Riding Lv.3, Eidetic Memory, Mana Manipulation, Awareness. Skills: Identify, Magical Ink, Minor Illusion, Ward, Silence Dome, Invigoration.
I felt like I was seeing something I shouldn’t. Lady Jorn, however, was unfazed, at least on the surface. Her titles weren’t half bad for someone as young as her.
“I have nothing to hide. If the System decided to put all of that into my Personal Sheet, then I shall not be embarrassed,” she said, despite her cheeks catching a slight shade of red.
Considering Lord Vedras and Elincia’s expression, the girl was totally making a fool of herself. I took a long sip from my glass of wine. The secondhand embarrassment was getting to me, but she remained stalwart, showing her Character Sheet to everyone who turned their heads to our table.
“I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she muttered, turning redder by the second.
I fought not to hide my face beneath my hands as I wondered why people suddenly decided to put themselves in that situation. Lady Jorn’s chances to save face were almost nonexistent unless any of us reciprocated. I sighed and summoned my own Character Sheet.
Name: Robert Clarke, Human. Class: Scholar Lv.15 Titles: Out of your League, Hot for Teacher, Confidant, Classroom Fiend, Researcher of the Hidden, Favorite Teacher (97), Father Figure (2), Master Tutor, Headmaster, Silver Scholar, Delinquent Reformer (5), Stalwart Mentor (7), Making the Difference, Role Model, Expert Mathematician, Expert Physicist, Adept Historian, Adept Linguist, Journeyman Biologist, Novice Chemist, Novice Orator. Passive: Lv.5 Swordsmanship, Mana Mastery, Awareness, Master of Languages. Skills: Identify, Stun Gaze, Intimidate, Minor Illusion.
Lady Jorn gawked at my Character Sheet with wide-open eyes.
“Curious. Both of you—” Lord Vedras said.
“It’s a Scholar thing. Everyone knows it,” Lady Jorn quickly replied.
“Right…”.
The table fell into an awkward silence. Despite Lord Vedras and Lady Jorn being part of important ducal families, they had little to no chemistry. They exchanged brief news from their relatives –Lady Jorn’s father was serving in the army, and she hadn’t seen him in a couple of years- but the conversation died out before I could learn anything about the high spheres of the kingdom.
“You should be teaching at the Imperial Library,” Lady Jorn said.
“Are you attending classes there?” I replied, but my question seemed to put her in a difficult position. Lady Jorn’s mask showed a slim crack for the second time in the night. My teacher’s intuition told me Lady Jorn was hiding something.
“Something like that,” she sparsely replied, grabbing her sketchbook and shielding herself from further questioning.
For an instant, she looked as young as Firana.
People of this world took around three years to hit level twenty and the first ‘softcap’. Lady Jorn was Lv.28, which meant she should be in her early or mid-twenties. On the other hand, the [Bright] trait might have significantly boosted her progress. At least in appearance, Lady Jorn didn’t seem to have reached drinking age yet.
Asking Lady Jorn about her academic problems might have been overstepping the boundaries of our non-existent relationship, but I couldn’t help but feel worried. If anything, Lord Vedras was the one who should be asking. If I had followed the conversation correctly, they were distant relatives. The man, however, was more interested in Elincia’s explanation about the local alchemy ingredients.
Suddenly, Lady Jorn’s eyes shot wide open, and her face became paler than usual. A shiver ran down my spine. Standing beside me was a massive man with blonde, almost white hair. His coal-black eyes stood out against his red and white silk surcoat with a red falcon catching a fish embroidered on his chest. The bird was so realistic that it seemed about to flutter off the fabric. He had made no sound, nor had my [Awareness] detected a single mana particle coming from his direction.
The charcoal pencil fell from Lady Jorn’s stained hand and broke over the table.
“Hello, father. It’s been a while, uh? Two years? I’m a Scholar now,” she said with a trembling voice. Her whole body trembled.
“I just had a conversation with Preceptor Holst about your third year at the Imperial Library,” Lord Jorn said softly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on its ends. I had never heard such a calm yet menacing voice. “He told me you were expelled during the first semester.”
“I swear to the System it wasn’t my fault,” Lady Jorn said, her expression overrun by panic.
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Lord Osgiria’s expression remained unchanged, but thanks to [Awareness], I noticed the hints of an arrogant smirk tugging his mouth.
The nobles joined heads, murmuring and exchanging furtive looks, but I pretended not to notice. We were in trouble. The revelation might have come too early. The humble origin of the Rosebud Fencing Academy wasn’t a secret, but I wanted the nobles to have a general idea of my kids' competence before the big reveal. Without having anything to show in terms of achievements, Prince Adrien’s patronage was our only lifeline.
“A team of orphans… how picturesque. Just make sure the Aias kid doesn’t turn them into little thieves,” Lord Osgiria said as he stood and elegantly put the chair aside. Without saying a word, he turned around and left our group. That was enough for half of the nobles to leave us.
My blood froze.
Lord Osgiria was an intelligent man, tortuous but intelligent. Without resorting to violence, he had managed to undermine my character. I memorized the faces of the nobles who abandoned our group. If anything, I knew those under the influence of the Osgirian faction.
I turned around to face those who had stayed: high-rank soldiers, wealthy merchants, and members of the low nobility. Most of them seemed unsure if they should stay or follow Lord Osgiria.
“So, Prince Adrien is interested in a team of orphans. Quite intriguing if you think about it more than a second,” Lord Vedras said as he glared at Lord Osgiria’s back. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Robert Clarke.”
I silently thanked him. No one in the party would risk their reputation for a no-name Scholar like me. However, Lord Vedras’s presence seemed to reassure my audience.
“Sorry, I got caught up,” Elincia whispered under her veil.
“Don’t worry about it. They weren’t our target audience in the first place,” I replied, putting my hand on hers. There was nothing we could’ve done. Lord Osgiria was out of our weight class. He was Prince Adrien’s problem.
I fixed my jacket and focused on Lord Vedras across the table.
The duke was the real question mark at the party. I wondered if he was on board with Prince Adrien's plan or just interested in what I had to say; the new trade route would greatly favor Vedras dukedom. I looked around, searching for Sir Janus, but the man was nowhere to be found. If I had to guess, he should be hiding from his old classmates in one of the rooms annexed to the ballroom.
“Now that Negative Nancy is gone, I would like to know more about the Kingdom of Connecticut,” Lord Vedras said, summoning the flying tray for the sixth time that night and grabbing a glass of amber-colored hard liquor.
Unlike Prince Adrien, Lord Vedras seemed utterly out of his element at the party. He was drinking too fast and seemed to be counting the seconds for the party to finish. If I had to guess, Lord Vedras was an outlier. All important nobles were combatants while he was a crafting class.
“Show them the cars!” Elincia said, interrupting my thoughts.
“We’d love to hear about cars,” a young woman sitting a couple meters from us cheered. She wore a white and red dress with a necklace of the red falcon catching a fish—the symbol of Ducal House Jorn, the northmost territory of the kingdom. Her skin was pale, and a hastily made hair bum held together by a wooden stylus crowned her head.
Compared to the rest of the nobles, her outfit was sloppy, as if she had put it together in a rush.
“So, cars…” I said as I channeled my mana.
Without realizing it, Elincia had put me in a tight spot.
Despite the Silence Pact between the System and me being erased, that didn’t mean telling the whole truth would be safe. Any sane noble would want to replicate the technology of my world to have an edge over the competition, and I wanted to avoid any forceful attempts to get that knowledge from me. I decided to go vintage.
“Cars are interesting but not as useful as a cart with a good horse,” I replied, summoning the illusion of one of the early cars constructed, a little more than a tricycle with a small engine strapped to the back.
With a hand movement, I expanded the illusion to match the actual size of the antique car. As clunky as I tried to make the movement look, it still surprised the nobles. Elincia seemed bored, which wasn’t a surprise, considering she was used to another level of speed. I gave her an apologetic look.
“Do you mind if I draw a sketch?” The young woman from House Jorn asked.
“Please, be my guest, Lady…” I replied. Then, I realized I didn’t know her name. I hoped my words didn’t come out offensive. After Lord Osgiria’s demonstration of contempt toward the orphanage, I had to be careful not to jeopardize the opinion of the other nobles.
“Jorn, Lady Jorn,” she casually replied, pointing at the necklace.
I couldn’t tell if she was making fun of me. Like Prince Adrien, her expression was indecipherable. [Awareness] couldn’t tell me if she was playing or being serious.
“Silly me,” I replied, trying to play it cool.
Lady Jorn pulled out a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil and started drawing with a fast and steady hand. I couldn’t tell if she was letting the System assist her, but I could tell she was good. The car seemed to come to life on the yellowy page. Soon enough, Lady Jorn was wholly absorbed in the activity.
Crisis averted.
Elincia elbowed my shoulder, not subtly enough for the nobles not to realize and just violently enough to prompt a few laughs.
“We are waiting,” Elincia said.
“Right, let’s continue with the lesson,” I replied without skipping a beat. “Next slide. Wright Brothers’ first glider. Probably the most important thing that has ever come out from Ohio.”
I looked across the room at the nobles fluttering around Lord Osgiria. If he wanted to compete for attention, I was down for a fight. I shrunk the car and left it near Lady Jorn so she could finish her sketch in peace. Then, I made the glider grow until it was half the size of the original. Several guests turned their heads around to watch the mysterious contraption.
“This is one of the first versions of the Wright Brother’s glider. Who can guess what this hulk does?” I asked with my best teacher's voice.
“Glide, evidently. Nomads of the Sahnar Kingdom have similar vehicles they use to glide through salt flats,” Lady Jorn replied without raising her head from her sketchbook. I had taught enough know-it-all kids to recognize one. I wondered if she was a Scholar.
“Good instinct,” I replied, making the glider take off and fly over the heads of the dancers towards Lord Osgiria’s group. Then, the glider turned around and returned to our table, catching the attention of most of the nobles.
“It glides through the air!” an old, bald Baron said. “These would’ve been useful during the Sky Pirate era.”
“And without any mana involved,” I replied to everyone’s surprise.
Lady Jorn gave me a suspicious look before resuming her scribbling. She hurried to finish with the car to start the sketch of the glider. After the initial reluctance to engage with my demonstration, the nobles slowly put their reservations aside and started asking questions. I tried to dance around hard physics, claiming that all the gadgets I had shown them were mere experiments of famous Tinkerers without real use in everyday life.
Other than Lady Jorn, the audience seemed to buy my lies.
Elincia raised her eyebrows, judging me for the river of blatant lies that was coming out of my mouth. It was better to keep it that way; just entertaining enough to keep them focused on my illusions but not enough to leave nobles wanting to develop aeronautic warfare.
Lord Osgiria and his clique watched my illusions across the ballroom, but as curious as they were, none dared come near to examine them more thoroughly. I lost the notion of time as I amazed the guests with my illusions. I felt like a fair charlatan showing eye-catching yet useless gadgets to the unsuspecting bystanders. Gradually, as the night progressed, my audience thinned. As interesting as my illusions were, nobles had much more to do.
[Awareness] fed me with snips of conversation at the nearby tables. Trade agreements, exchanges of favors, marriage lobbying, promises of military aid, and much more were happening around my humble illusion. A kingdom was moving, alliances changed, and I was trapped as a circus monkey.
After several hours of illusions and dozens of invitations to have dinner during the week, I was left alone with Lord Vedras, Lady Jorn, and Elincia.
“It is surprising you kept their attention for so long,” Lord Vedras said as he sipped from the umpteenth glass of wine of the night. I would’ve expected the man to be more inebriated, but I noticed he took sips from one of his potions occasionally.
An anti-drunkenness potion sounded pretty handy.
“Aren’t you going to join them, My Lord?” I asked, hoping for the wine to have loosened his tongue.
“Let’s say that after months in the front line, I’m glad to be among fellow non-combatants,” he replied, lost in his drink.
Lady Jorn left her sketchbook for the first time in the night. She had moved to our table at Lord Vedras' request, so I assumed she was highly positioned in the kingdom’s politics. She had to be closely related to Duke Jorn.
“For combatants, war is a sport. The more you kill, the more you improve, the more powerful you become. That only serves to make combatants vacuous, murderous muscle-heads,” Lady Jorn complained, seemingly ignoring that ninety percent of the party and most of the high nobility were combatants. “If support classes ruled, the kingdom would be in a way better standing.”
Lord Vedras raised an eyebrow, and I refrained from making any comments.
“Are you an Alchemist too, Lady Jorn?” Elincia broke the awkward silence.
The young woman shook her head. “I’m a Scholar… and I don’t want to bring Victor Osgiria back to the conversation, but I also find it hard to believe that someone who became a Scholar at twenty-two is better than someone with seven years of experience. Even with all your previous instruction, there are things you can only accomplish with a Class.”
My hunch was correct. Lady Jorn was a Scholar, which was fairly obvious in hindsight, considering she was omnivorous and insatiable for knowledge. No matter what I showed them, she sketched, took notes, and asked dozens of questions. Everything while maintaining her smarty-pants aura.
“It’s rude to force others to show their Personal Sheets, Lyra,” Lord Vedras scolded her. “Even more if you are a noble putting pressure on commoners.”
The girl wasn’t having any of it.
“Personal Sheets are something to be studied, not hidden away. You, as an Alchemist, might want to keep your recipes hidden, but we Scholars wear our titles like badges of honor,” she replied, unapologetic.
Then, with a gesture of her charcoal pencil, a System prompt appeared from thin air.
Name: Lyra Jorn, Human. (Bright) Class: Scholar Lv.28 Titles: Insufferable, Jorn Heir, Crush on Mentor, Copper Scholar, Adept Orator, Adept Investigator, Journeyman Mathematician, Novice Ecologist. Passive: Riding Lv.3, Eidetic Memory, Mana Manipulation, Awareness. Skills: Identify, Magical Ink, Minor Illusion, Ward, Silence Dome, Invigoration.
I felt like I was seeing something I shouldn’t. Lady Jorn, however, was unfazed, at least on the surface. Her titles weren’t half bad for someone as young as her.
“I have nothing to hide. If the System decided to put all of that into my Personal Sheet, then I shall not be embarrassed,” she said, despite her cheeks catching a slight shade of red.
Considering Lord Vedras and Elincia’s expression, the girl was totally making a fool of herself. I took a long sip from my glass of wine. The secondhand embarrassment was getting to me, but she remained stalwart, showing her Character Sheet to everyone who turned their heads to our table.
“I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she muttered, turning redder by the second.
I fought not to hide my face beneath my hands as I wondered why people suddenly decided to put themselves in that situation. Lady Jorn’s chances to save face were almost nonexistent unless any of us reciprocated. I sighed and summoned my own Character Sheet.
Name: Robert Clarke, Human. Class: Scholar Lv.15 Titles: Out of your League, Hot for Teacher, Confidant, Classroom Fiend, Researcher of the Hidden, Favorite Teacher (97), Father Figure (2), Master Tutor, Headmaster, Silver Scholar, Delinquent Reformer (5), Stalwart Mentor (7), Making the Difference, Role Model, Expert Mathematician, Expert Physicist, Adept Historian, Adept Linguist, Journeyman Biologist, Novice Chemist, Novice Orator. Passive: Lv.5 Swordsmanship, Mana Mastery, Awareness, Master of Languages. Skills: Identify, Stun Gaze, Intimidate, Minor Illusion.
Lady Jorn gawked at my Character Sheet with wide-open eyes.
“Curious. Both of you—” Lord Vedras said.
“It’s a Scholar thing. Everyone knows it,” Lady Jorn quickly replied.
“Right…”.
The table fell into an awkward silence. Despite Lord Vedras and Lady Jorn being part of important ducal families, they had little to no chemistry. They exchanged brief news from their relatives –Lady Jorn’s father was serving in the army, and she hadn’t seen him in a couple of years- but the conversation died out before I could learn anything about the high spheres of the kingdom.
“You should be teaching at the Imperial Library,” Lady Jorn said.
“Are you attending classes there?” I replied, but my question seemed to put her in a difficult position. Lady Jorn’s mask showed a slim crack for the second time in the night. My teacher’s intuition told me Lady Jorn was hiding something.
“Something like that,” she sparsely replied, grabbing her sketchbook and shielding herself from further questioning.
For an instant, she looked as young as Firana.
People of this world took around three years to hit level twenty and the first ‘softcap’. Lady Jorn was Lv.28, which meant she should be in her early or mid-twenties. On the other hand, the [Bright] trait might have significantly boosted her progress. At least in appearance, Lady Jorn didn’t seem to have reached drinking age yet.
Asking Lady Jorn about her academic problems might have been overstepping the boundaries of our non-existent relationship, but I couldn’t help but feel worried. If anything, Lord Vedras was the one who should be asking. If I had followed the conversation correctly, they were distant relatives. The man, however, was more interested in Elincia’s explanation about the local alchemy ingredients.
Suddenly, Lady Jorn’s eyes shot wide open, and her face became paler than usual. A shiver ran down my spine. Standing beside me was a massive man with blonde, almost white hair. His coal-black eyes stood out against his red and white silk surcoat with a red falcon catching a fish embroidered on his chest. The bird was so realistic that it seemed about to flutter off the fabric. He had made no sound, nor had my [Awareness] detected a single mana particle coming from his direction.
The charcoal pencil fell from Lady Jorn’s stained hand and broke over the table.
“Hello, father. It’s been a while, uh? Two years? I’m a Scholar now,” she said with a trembling voice. Her whole body trembled.
“I just had a conversation with Preceptor Holst about your third year at the Imperial Library,” Lord Jorn said softly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on its ends. I had never heard such a calm yet menacing voice. “He told me you were expelled during the first semester.”
“I swear to the System it wasn’t my fault,” Lady Jorn said, her expression overrun by panic.
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- Kuno Siegfried (Mandy & Jens)
- Franz (Vivien & Enrico)
- Emily Silvia (Maria & Christian)
- Matilda (Nicole & Rico)
- Luna (Katja & Daniel)
- Justus (Franziska & Elias)
- Aurelio Kilian (Jacqueline & Thomas)
- Hanna (Katarzyna & Jakub)
- Zayd Yasin (Dalal & Abdul)
- Ben (Peggy & Lars)
- Niklas Arthur (Anne & Paul)
- Oskar (Sally & Felix)
- Laura (Sylwia & David)
- Fritz Willi (Kirstin & Kevin)
- Wolfgang Tino Dieter (Sophie & Leopold)
- Valentina Renate (Cindy & Thomas)
- Eva (Ny & Kevin)
- Elisabeth (Sarah & Holger)
- Lili-Rose (Franziska & Justin)
- Theodor Jan (Julia & Erik)
- Aron (Marie & Sebastian)
- Luna Amelie (Livia & Michael)
- Yara (Kathleen & Erik)
- Filip (Agnieszka & Lukasz)
- Emma (Evelyn & Jens)
- Gregor (Heidi & Hendrik)
- Megan (Katrin & David)
- Malia (Lisa & Kevin)
- Ida (Lisa & Maurice)
- Justus (Loreen & Thomas)
- Joel (Sindy & Silvio)
- Charlotte (Jasmin & Richard)
- Elias (Birgit & Stephan)
- Ella (Leonie & Daniel)
- Heinz José (Glendys & Falk)
- Kurt (Julia & Thomas)
- Emy (Mandy & Marcel)
- Finn Liam (Julia & Eric)
- Emma (Sarah & Michael)
- Fritz (Monique & Max)
- Marta (Melanie & Nico)
- Elias (Jessica & Tobias)
- Aria (Stefanie & David)
- Gustav August (Marianne & Leon)
- Lucy (Anke & Alexander)
- Juna (Melanie & Markus)
- Mathea (Antonia & Paul)
- Hanna Monika (Monika & Stefan)
- Wilma (Sarah & Martin)
- Lilly Sophie (Nicole)
- Felix (Romy & Michael)
- Rudolf (Anne & Sebastian)
- Rosalie (Stefanie & Eric)
- Colin Martin (Vanessa & Martin)
- Ida Marie (Julia & Kevin)
- Gustav Karl Theodor (Juliane & Gregor)
- Lina Lynn (Lisa & Tom-Eric)
- Jonas (Julia & Tobias)
- Evan Ronald (Madlen & Ronald)
- Finja Nele (Kristin & Daniel)
- Felix (Sophie & Michael)
- Egon (Julia & Andreas)
- Matheo Gustav (Emily & Kevin)
- Lorina (Julia & Benjamin)
- Judith (Christin & Joachim)
- Valentina (Vivien & Tino)
- Karl Hans Sven (Brigitte & Sven)
- Nele (Julia & Daniel)
- Dario (Jacqueline & Robin)
- Ilka (Linda & Christian)
- Mila (Lisa & Martin)
- Henry Leander (Marla & Julian)
- Elsa Sophie (Jeanine & Stefan)
- Teresija (Susann & Jay)
- Mathilda (Julia & Mario)
- Evin Hannah (Tina-Marie & Mehmet)
- Arthur (Julia & Mario)
- Thorvald & Thorben (Johanna & Ronny)
- Anthony (Sophie & Sebastian)
- Thilo (Christin & Daniel)
- Constantin (Susanne & Pierre)
- Frieda (Therese & Michael)
- Lily Rose (Alice & Max)
- Elise (Theresa & Enrico)
- Bruno (Susan & René)
- Timo (Jana & Ralf)
- Friedrich Vincent (Miriam & Falk)
- Ted Karsten David (Nicole & Markus)
- Marie (Elisa & Florian)
- Ronja (Elisa & Paul)
- Mia (Sindy & Sebastian)
- Emilio Conrad (Berenice & Robert)
- Leonie (Susan & René)
- Kalle (Annegret & Marcus)
- Marten (Heike & Sten)
- Rosalie (Lucie & Maik)
- Erik Finley (Nancy & Gunnar)
- Svea (Sandra & Stefan)
- Emil (Lisa & Mirko)
- Sophie (Stephanie & Toni)
- Cosmo (Bianca & Stephan)
- Jonathan (Carolin & Marian)
- Emilia (Doreen & Marco)
- Gustav (Carolin & David)
- Hera Hatija (Silvana & Arthur)
- Selina (Lydia & Marcel)
- Zoey Tiffany (Jennifer & Andreas)
- Nelija Erna Lucia (Isabell & Kevin)
- Karl Otte (Katja & Marco)
- Lara (Natalie & Anthony)
- Kjell Thomas (Yvonne & Thomas)
- Simon (Nicole & Silvio)
- Laura (Isabell & Frank)
- Susie Frida (Christiane & Felix)
- Matilda (Aline & Veit)
- Juna Elisabeth (Persephone & Toni)
- Dario (Annabell & Philipp)
- Arthur (Antonia & Tobias)
- Tatjana (Nicole & Karsten)
- Rafael Steffen (Michelle & Lukas)
- Annika (Milena & Erik)
- Emilia (Stephanie & Heiko)
- Marlon (Michaela & Moritz)
- Moritz (Cindy & Marcel)
- Johann Günther (Sirlene & André)
- Klara Kerstin (Isabel & Steffen)
- Olivia (Ulrike & Felix)
- Edda Loreen (Loreen & Thomas)
- Elba (Klaudia & Klevi)
- Gerald (Mandy & Robert)
- Marike Kristin (Michaela & Sven)
- Eddy (Susann & Peter)
- Merle (Stefanie & René)
- Marie (Jennifer & Markus)
- Jonathan (Elke & Tobias)
- Konstantin Alexander (Madeleine & Alexander)
- Tamina (Franziska & Philipp)
- Malea (Sophie & Oliver)
- John Luca (Sarah & Marcel)
- Klara (Lena & Philipp)
- Luise Gertrud (Corinne & Matthias)
- Käthe Louise (Julia & Paul)
- Ella (Stefanie & Maik)
- Annika Stella (Franziska & Kevin)
- Dylan (Dayane & Albrecht)
- Fridolin (Mary & Julius)
- Emil (Marlen & Matthias)
- Karl (Elisabeth & Marcel)
- Ernst (Julia & Benjamin)
- Joshua (Eva & Bernd)
- Erwin (Linda & Michael)
- Oliver (Martyna & Mateusz)
- Felicia Hermine (Josephina & Andreas)
- Fenja (Silke & Marco)
- Florentin (Alexandra & Frank)
- Heidi (Cristin & Georg)
- Fritzi Helene (Josefine & Erwin)
- Maya (Maggie & Jörg)
- Lara (Stefanie & Stefan)
- Miley (Pauline & Peter)
- Lucy (Stefanie & Maik)
- Lia (Viktoria & Stanley)
- Mylo (Michèle & David)
- Tim (Julia & David)
- Bruno Matteo (Magdalena & Florian)
- Ali (Zilan & Hüseyin)
- Sandra (Jitka & Adam)
- Oskar René (Elisa & René)
- Sophia (Vivien & Paul)
- Alma Isabell (Isabell & Philipp)
- Dominik (Maria & Enrico)
- Kurt (Emily & Johannes)
- Mia (Doreen & Sven)
- Thilde (Anna & Juan)
- Valentina (Pamela & Marcel)
- Cezary (Paulina & Marek)
- Paul (Elisabeth & Christoph)
- Katharina Yvonne (Alexandra & Eric)
- Franz Volker (Franziska & Stefan)
- Mia (Kristin & Silvio)
- Karl Fridolin (Marie & David)
- Mats (Julia & Kevin)
- Leni (Nicole & Sepp)
- Fabian Ottmar (Janine & Robert)
- Valentin René (Celine & Sandro)
- Lia (Lisa & Marc)
2024.01.23 19:49 pinkygonzales Complete List of Portland Bands & Artists
When I started PDX Presents, I had a very hard time finding a comprehensive list of Portland-based artists that resembled anything current. After a year and a half of personal research, and with the help of a few local club bookers and the tremendous support of the portlandmusic community, I have assembled the list below in order to help others better navigate the local music scene.
A fully searchable, sortable, and filterable version, including Instagram and Spotify links, is now live at https://www.pdxpresents.com/portland-artists/
To suggest changes and additions, please feel free to DM me, post a comment below, or use the contact form on PDXpresents.com and I will continue to keep the list current to the very best of my ability. I cannot thank everyone here enough for your help and support in putting it together.
This list and directory linked above were last updated 5/17/24
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Artist Genre
- !mindparade Pysch
- 1000 Foot Bong Metal
- 1876 Pow-Wow Punk Rock
- 2nd Base Synth-Pop
- 3 Hand Stephen Psych-Folk
- 48 Thrills Punk
- 5 Fingers of Funk Funk
- A Spherical Banana Psych-Folk
- A Town Called Home Alt-Country
- A.S. Valentino Dark Wave
- AAN Indie
- Aborted Cop Hardcore
- Abronia Psych
- Absolute Future Indie
- Addixt Rap
- Adult Male Blondes Indie-Electronic
- Aenigmatum Metal
- Aerial Ruin Folk-Metal
- Agalloch Metal
- Age of Majority Rock
- Alamance Metalcore
- Alien Boy Punk
- Alison Self Country
- All Girl Summer Fun Band Post-Punk
- All Hype Pop-Punk
- All Will Suffer Hardcore
- Alpha Cricket Indie
- Alum Occulta Black Metal
- Amos Heart Indie
- Amulets Synth-Soundscapes
- Amusement Punk
- Anastasia Lang Alt-Folk
- Ancient Pools Indie
- Andrea_andrea Electronic
- Andromeda Noise
- Andy Place & The Coolheads Punk
- Ann Annie Synth
- Anna Diem Singer-Songwriter
- Any Ghosts Melodic Hardcore
- Arkham Sunset Dark Wave
- Armed for Apocalypse Metal
- Artifacts of Fiction New Wave
- As It Was Pop-Punk
- Asakujaku Dream Pop
- Aseitas Metal
- Ash Eater Hardcore
- Ashleigh Flynn & the Riveters Country
- Ashtray Junior Indie
- Asteroid Witch Heavy Psych
- Asymmetric Sonic Warfare Post-Hardcore
- Atriarch Metal
- Auradev Producer
- Autophagy Metal
- B.L.I.S.S. Metal
- Babers Indie Rock
- Baby Gravez Punk
- Baby Tooth Indie
- Back From Death Death Metal
- Backseat Plastic Punk/Grunge
- Bad Sex Punk
- Barna Howard Country
- Barnaby Jones Alt-Rock
- Bastard Salt Punk
- Bathlete Hip-Hop
- Beast Parade Hard Rock
- Bedlamite Death Metal
- Bees In A Bottle Indie-Folk
- Belonging Punk
- Berator Hardcore
- Berkley Indie-Pop
- Bewitcher Black Metal
- Bijoux Cone Pop
- Billy & the Kidz Alt-Rock
- Bitchin' Barnacles Surf Rock
- Black Lashes & The Face Post-Punk
- Black Shelton Experimental
- Blade Heavy Metal
- Bleach Reef Indie
- Blesst Chesst Experimental
- Blisser Garage Rock
- Blisster Emo
- Blue Flags and Black Grass Folk
- Blue Tomorrows Psych
- Blush Button Queer-Punk
- Blushh Singer-Songwriter
- Bocha Hip-Hop
- Bodhi Mojo Psych
- Body Shame Electronic/Noise
- BOMF! Punk
- Boomerang Sky Psych Rock
- Boreen Indie
- Bory Garage Rock
- Breezy The Band Indie Rock
- Bremer Baden Hip-Hop
- Brendan Cope Pop
- Bridal Veil Post-Punk
- Broken Flowers Americana
- Buddy Wynkoop Post-Punk
- Bug Seance Indie
- Burial Clouds Metal
- Cabfighter Metal
- Caicedo Indie
- Caliko Indie
- Camille Tredoux Soul
- Camp Crush Synth-Pop
- Canary Room Singer-Songwriter
- Candy Cigarettes Indie
- Caragold Indie
- Cascades Indie
- Casket Flesh Metal
- Cereal Psych
- Ceremony Shadows Ritual Dark Wave
- Chainsaw Girl Hardcore
- Chamberlain/Gonzalez Folk
- Charts Indie
- Chatterbox Rock
- Cherry Cheeks Punk
- Chibia Pop/Soul
- Childspeak Hard Rock
- Chris Pureka Singer-Songwriter
- Christa Buckland & The Broken Hearted Country
- Chronic Illness Death Metal
- Clambait Art Rock/Post-Punk
- Cliff Walker Electrojazz
- Club Deluxe Art Punk
- Coastlands Instrumental
- Coffin Apartment Space Death Metal
- Coffin Apartment Metal
- Coffin Rot Death Metal
- Colin Meloy Folk
- Collar de Lunas Synth-Psych
- Collate Post-Punk
- Combo Move Skate Punk
- Combobox Alt-Punk
- Common Girl Post-Punk
- Comrade Cat Art Rock
- Conjunto Alegre Caribbean Latin
- Coo Era Hip-Hop
- Cosacchi Indie
- Cosmonox Dub Instrumental
- Cough Syrup Alt-Rock
- Counterfeit Kubrick Garage Rock
- Coven Brothers Post-Punk
- Coy Pussy Punk
- Cranefist Post-Punk
- Creature Party Post Punk/New Wave
- Criminelly Singer-Songwriter
- Crooked Looks Garage Rock
- Crystal Quartez Elecronic
- Crystalarium Metal
- Culture Cat Pop
- Cut Piece Punk
- d.lawrence Synth/Producer
- Dadweed Bluegrass
- Dagger Points Punk
- Daisyleaf Indie
- Dakota Theim Indie
- Dan Cable DJ
- Danava Hard Rock
- Dancing Plague Dark Electronic
- Dannie Dorko Rock
- Dark Oz Psych Rock
- Darkswoon Electro Shoegayz
- DaRoyal Hip-Hop
- Davey Bones Folk
- Dead Animal Assembly Plant Industrial Metal
- Dead Coyote Post-Punk
- Dead Silhouettes Alt-Country
- Deafhound Shoegaze
- Dean the Dog Garage Rock
- Death Boogie Indie Rock
- Death Doula Psych
- Death Parade Dream Pop
- Death Ridge Boys Punk
- Deathorcist Heavy Psych
- Decrepisy Death Metal
- Delusions Pscyh-Country
- Descending Pharaohs Psych
- Devo Death Metal
- Diabolical Oath Metal
- Die Right Indie
- Die Robot Post-Punk
- Dim Wit Art Rock
- Dirt Twins Indie
- Disbeware Punk
- Disembowel Metal
- Divers Post-Punk
- DJ O.G.ONE ProduceDJ
- DJ Velvet Ginger DJ
- DMN Synth-Pop
- Dobak Rock
- Dobleon Hip-Hop
- Dommengang Psych
- Dontae Harriss Indie-Pop
- Doombia Metal
- Doubleplusgood Indie
- Dr. Something Art Rock
- Drae Slapz Hip-Hop
- Dreadlight Hard Rock
- Dream Shark Synth-Pop
- Dreaming Class Indie
- Dreckig Cumbia
- Drift Away Metalcore
- Drinking Bleach Songwriter
- Dripping Decay Metal
- Drouth Metal
- Dry Wedding Post-Punk
- Dumb Balloon Indie
- Dumpster Joe Folk
- Dying in Salem Metal
- Dying Wish Death Metal
- Dyrect Hip-Hop
- Edd Party Punk
- Eel Sallad Alt-Country
- El Sobrante Singer-Songwriter
- Emancipator Electronic
- End of the World Alt-Rock
- ePP Hip-Hop
- Era Bleak Punk
- Ericboderek Hip-Hop
- ESSES Post Punk
- Ex-Intelligence Hardcore
- Exceptional Failures Rock
- Excitingexcellent Indie
- Eyelids Indie
- Fading Signals Post-Punk
- Family Mystic Funk
- Family Temple xperimental Electronic Folk
- Family Worship Center Soul/Funk
- Father's Milk Hardcore
- Fawkes Glove Punk
- Federale Alt-Country
- Felsenmirror Black Metal
- Femme Cell Queer-Punk
- Feral Spells Indie-Electronic
- Fever Dream Garage Rock
- Fever Sleep Post Hardcore
- Fever Sleep Punk
- Fighting Jazz Jazz/Rock
- FLAM! Punk Ska
- Fluid Druid Psych
- Foamboy Synth-Pop
- Forty Feet Tall Post-Punk
- Found Found Footage Pop-Punk
- Fountaine Hip-Hop
- Four Dead Seasons Hardcore
- Fox Medicine Bubblegum Doom
- Fox Walker R&B/Dance
- Frankie Simone Pop
- Frantarctica Hardcore
- Frenzy Industrial Noise
- Friends Friends Dream Rock
- From the Ages Hard Rock
- Fruit of the Legion of Loom Hard Rock
- Gabby Booger Electronic
- Galacticnorcinerator Post-Punk
- Gang Radio Pych/Noise
- Gas Alternative/Metalcore
- Gasp Noise Punk/Post-Hardcore
- Gata Galatica Psychedelic/Cumbia
- Gaytheist Hardcore
- Gemini Moon Electronic
- Geremiah Metal
- Ghost Feet Post-Punk
- Ghost Forest Hard Rock
- Ghost Frog Heavy Space Grunge
- Ghost Mode Emo
- Giantess Goth
- Girl Drink Drunks Punk
- Girl Friend Music (Formerly Shaylee) Indie Rock
- Glam Country Glam
- Glen & The Sunshine Gang Power-Pop
- Glistener Synth-Pop
- Glitter Fox Indie Rock
- Golem Pink Post-Punk
- Goodgrief Noise Pop
- Goose Experimenatal Rock
- Gort Garage Rock
- Gossip Punk
- Gossip Hardcore
- Grandifolia Psych-Soul
- Grant Summerland Indie Punk
- Grieven Punk
- Grimmis Punk
- Group Therapy Rock
- Growing Pains Indie
- Guerilla Teens Rock & Roll
- Guitar Garage Rock
- Haley Heynderickx Indie-Folk
- Haley Johnsen Pop
- Half Shadow Psych
- Halfbird Punk
- Happy Death Men Noise Rock
- Has/Will Hardcore
- Hate Offering Hardcore
- Head the Hive Hard Rock
- Headless pez Metal
- Heaven Skate Skate Punk
- Heavy Gold Hip-Hop
- Heavy Tethers Rock
- Heavy Totals Math Rock
- Heirloom Math Rock
- Heirloom Monsters Garage Rock
- Helens Psych
- Hell Nancy Indie
- Hellshock Metal
- Help Hardcore
- Helvetia Indie
- Here's Your Warning Punk
- High Violets Indie
- Hillstomp Punk/Blues
- Hippie Death Cult Psych Rock
- Hiroki Pop/R&B
- Hoarse Hardcore
- Hog Metal
- Hollow Sidewalks Post-Punk
- Holy Basil Emo
- Holy Catholic Social Club Punk
- Holy Denim Psych
- Honeybender Math Rock/Prog
- Horsebag Punk
- Hotel Pools Synth-Pop
- Hovering Shrikes Post-Punk
- How Strange It Is Garage Rock
- Human Eye Punk
- Humungo Hard Rock
- Hungry, Diane? Punk
- Hybrid Forms Synth
- HYPERBEAM Indie/Emo/Punk
- I Am the Intimidator Metal
- If This Be Doomsday Post-Hardcore
- iheardyoulaugh Screamo
- Illusence Metalcore
- Inhalant Punk
- Inny Punk
- Interstate-5 Post-Punk
- Isabeau Waia’u Walker Indie-Pop
- Ism Post-Punk
- Izy Kactus Psych-Rock
- J Don TCE Rap
- J. Graves Post-Punk
- Jade Dust Punk
- Jake Soffer Instrumental Solo Guitar
- Jakki and the Pink Smudge Rock
- James Jones & The Chupacabras Country
- Jason Grant Folk-Pop
- Jasper Jade Hip-Hop
- Jay Si Proof Funk
- Jenny Don't and the Spurs Alt-Country
- Jerry Joseph and the Jackmormons Americana
- Jessica Boudreaux Indie Pop
- Jet Black Pearl Folk
- Jewelry Exchange Indie
- Joey Blind Indie Rock
- John Craigie Singer-Songwriter
- Johnny Franco Folk Rock
- Johnny Raincloud Punk
- Jonny's Day Out Garage Rock
- Jordan Taylor Roach Folk
- Jousting Shoegaze
- Juliet and The East Americana
- Jungle Mountain Band Pysch-Pop
- Just Clark Country
- Karma Rivera Hip-Hop
- Karyn Ann Soul
- Kassi Valazza Country
- Keddie's Resort Indie
- Kelli Schaefer Art Pop
- Kendall Lujan Indie
- Kestoons Country
- Kid Coast Emo Yacht Grunge
- Kid Ferris Indie
- Kid Mozes Hip-Hop
- Kill Michael Hardcore
- Killmer Indie Psych
- King Black Acid Psych Rock
- Kinghorn Metal
- Knowsee Hip-Hop
- Koalra Post-Punk
- Kodiakoma Indie
- Korey B Hip-Hop
- Kyle Devine Producer
- La Predateur Punk
- Lab Rat Hardcore
- Lagoon Hard Rock
- Laith Alt-Country
- Lanesborough Indie
- Laryssa Birdseye Pop
- LASKA Indie
- Last Empire Metal
- Last Giant Hard Rock
- Lavender Flu Punk
- Leathurbitch Metal
- Lee Walker & The Sleeptalkers Country
- Left on Read Indie
- Left on Tenth Indie
- Legwurk Indie Pop
- Les Gold Indie
- Lesser Demons Alt-Rock
- Light Creates Shadow Post Metal
- Lions of the Interstate Indie Rock
- Livid Member Hard Rock
- Lividus Black Metal
- Lizard Skin Hardcore
- Lo Fives Post-Punk
- Lo Steele Jazz
- Loch Lomond Indie-Folk
- Log Lady Garage Rock
- Lone Fir Cemetery Emo
- Long French Name Americana, SingeSongwriter
- Long Knife Hardcore Punk
- Lord Dying Metal
- Los Gondos Garage Rock
- Los Mal Hablados Ska
- Lost Ox Jam Band
- Lottie Garage Rock
- Love Bomb Go Go Glam Marching Band
- Love Hiss Garage Rock
- Love in Hell Punk
- Love, DEAN Indie-Soul
- Low Flyer Garage Rock
- Lucid Aisle Psych
- Lucion Hall Garage Rock
- Luna Negra Doom
- Luna Vista Post-Punk
- Luscious Apparatus Electronic
- Mac Cornish Alt-Country
- Magdalene Metal
- Maita Indie
- Major Tomboys Cover Band
- Mal London Hip-Hop
- Malachi Graham Singer-Songwriter
- Mama Sam & The Jam Country
- Mane Electronic
- Mantis Garage Rock
- Marble
- Mare Hard Rock
- Mare Cognitum Metal
- Maria Dehart Songwriter
- Masque Punk
- Masseter Punk
- Mat Randol Hip-Hop
- Mattress Future Lounge
- Mawlee Jones Band Alt-Country
- Max Bunster Soul
- Max Simon Folk
- Maximum Mad Metal
- McKenna Camille Pop
- Mean Jeans Pop-Punk
- Merwulf Post-Punk
- Mic Capes Hip-Hop
- Mighty Lonely Post-Punk
- Mike Mannequin Indie
- Milc Hip-Hop
- Mini Blindz Post-Punk
- Misery Whip Death Metal
- Misery Whip Hardcore
- Misfortunes of Mr Teal Metal
- Miss Honey Psych
- Missing Mars Hard Rock
- Mitch and The Melody Makers Rock & Roll
- Mizmor Black Metal
- Mo Troper Garage Rock
- Mobilities Hard Rock
- Mojo Holler Americana
- Months Rock
- Monty Vega & The Sittin' Shivas Punk
- Moon & Bike Post-Rock
- Moonkisser Garage Rock
- Morrison Graves Psych Rock
- Moth Kit Indie
- Motor Vue Working Class Pop
- Motrik Post-Punk
- Mouthbreather Alt-Rock
- Mouthpainter Indie
- Mr. Vales Math Class Indie
- Murida Indie
- MW Hip-Hop
- My Body Synth-Pop
- My Dream Band Indie
- My Life in Black and White Punk
- Myconid Metal
- Myke Bogan Hip-Hop
- Myrrh Larsen Alt-Rock
- N*SYNCed Up Cover Band
- Nasalrod Hard Rock
- Nate Wey & The Soft Colors Indie
- Neilson Family Garage Rock
- Nekrofilth Metal
- Neon Prairie Dogs Country
- Neuma Indie
- Never Come Down Bluegrass
- New Body Electric Electropop
- New Constellations Synth-Pop
- New Here Pop Punk
- Nicholas James Singer-Songwriter
- Nick Gamer Country
- Nick Normal Punk
- Night Brunch Band Jazz
- Night Heron Synth-Pop
- Nightfell Metal
- Nine Forty PM Psych
- Ninjas WIth Syringes Punk
- Nite Hike Post-Punk
- Nite Sprites Post-Punk
- No Attempt Art Rock
- No One To Blame Punk
- No Year Shoegaze/Post-Hardcore
- Noise Brigade Pop Punk
- nolongerhuman Dark Electro
- NorthernDraw Hip-Hop
- Northside Tego Hip-Hop
- Nothings Psych Rock
- Novacane Indie
- Nowhere Fast Punk
- Noxeema Punk
- Nug the band Post-Punk
- Nuisance Pop-Punk
- Nyx Division Post Punk
- Nyxora Metal
- Obedient Hardcore
- Ogre Hardcore
- Oh, Rose Indie
- OK Not OK Cover Band
- Old Cross Indie Punk
- Old Souls String Band Folk
- Ominyx Heavy Psych
- One Drink and Other Lies Punk
- One11Twenty Alternative Pop
- Ooorooo Indie
- OPT Singer-Songwriter
- Orkis Electronic
- Orra Synth-Pop
- OSHA Violation Punk/Emo
- Oxygen Destroyer Metal
- Pacific Latitudes Post-Punk
- Pale Violet Psych
- Paper Gates Experimental
- Party Witch Post-Punk
- Patrick McCulley Experimental
- PawPaw Indie-Synth
- Pe$$0 LL Hip-Hop
- Penny Wishes Garage Rock
- People With Accents Art Rock
- Perimeters Synth-Pop
- Petrification Metal
- Phone Call Electronic
- Phone Voice Indie
- Pillbug Emo
- Pink Martini Lounge
- Plastic Cactus Pysch
- Pliers Noise Rock
- Pointed Man Band Alt-Pop
- Poison Idea Punk
- Pool Boys Indie
- Portugal. The Man Alt-Rock
- Presidio Indie Rock
- Pretending Hardcore
- Prince Rupert's Glass Indie Rock
- Professor Daytime Synth-Pop
- Public Pleasure Post-Punk
- Puerta Negra Metal
- Pulp Western Alt-Country
- Pulsa Psych
- Puzzle Teeth Hardcore
- QT Anon Nu Metal
- Quality Thief Hard Rock
- Quando Quando Quando Indie
- Quasi Punk
- Queen Rodeo Psych
- Quickly, Quickly Electrojazz
- Rachel Brashear Soul
- Rad Max Punk
- Railing Punk
- Rainbow Face Progressive Rock
- Raincult Indie
- Rainezra Pop
- Rank and Vile Hardcore
- Rapid Eye Dreamer Indie
- Rarefaction Garage Rock
- Rawt Hardcore
- Ray Ramano Garage Rock
- Rayon Post-Punk
- Reawho Rap
- Red Fang Metal
- Red Pine Post Hardcore
- Rei Deora Alt-Rock
- Reisender Indie-Pop
- Renée Muzquiz Singer-Songwriter
- Retirement Metal
- Rhododendron Hardcore
- Richard Gans Country
- Richie Filth Dark Wave
- Rick Bain & The Genius Position Psych
- RIP Heavy Metal
- Risely Indie Rock
- Risley Garage Rock
- Ritual Veil Electronic
- River City Ruin Hard Rock
- Robokchoy Jazz/Funk
- Robots of the Ancient World Hard Rock
- Room Indie
- Rose City Band Psych-Folk
- Rose Gerber & Sweet Relief Country
- Roselit Bone Alt-Country
- Rosey Dust Indie
- Rotten Holes Bible Club Punk/Goth
- Ruby Lustre Dark Wave
- Sacrificer Death Metal
- Sad Boy Union Emo
- Sad Horse Indie
- Sadie Ava Singer-SongwritePop
- Saint Remy Indie
- Salmon Doza Indie
- Salo Panto Psych
- Samuel Cody Matson & The Neon Prairie Dogs Country
- SamuelThe1st Rap
- Sanity Please Alt-Rock
- Satan's Pilgrims Punk/Garage Band
- Savila Pop/Electronic
- Saw Blade Painter Synth-Punk
- Sawtooth Indie
- Schaus Electropop
- Scooter Rogers Hip-Hop
- Sculptured Metal
- Seabug Alt-Country
- Seance Crasher Synth-Pop
- Self Care Indie
- Set In Stone Metal
- Shadowlands Post-Punk
- Shady Cove Indie
- Shawna Pair Indie
- Sheenjek Punk
- Shellshock Hardcore
- Shore Pines Indie
- Shrew Heavy Psych
- Sick Thoughts Punk
- Sidewalk Slam Punk
- Silk Letdown Rock
- Silver Medal Indie
- Silver Talon Metal
- Silvertongue Indie
- Simian Hardcore
- Simple Shapes Emo
- Sit Pretty Indie
- Skye Kitt Singer-Songwriter
- Slam Piece Punk/Hard rock
- Sleeping Beauties Punk
- Sleepless Metal
- Slender Gems Garage Rock
- Slick Devious Hip-Hop
- Slime Hardcore
- Slow Goat Metal
- Small Field Rock
- Small Million Electronic
- Small Skies Electronic
- Smile Pile Americana
- Snack Funk
- Sneaker Wave Indie
- Soccer Babes Indie
- Socia Stomach Electronic/Experimental
- Soda Jinx Punk
- Soft Change Indie
- Somerset Meadows Rock
- Something Something Brax Hip-Hop
- Sorcery of the Rabbit Alt-Rock
- Sotae Hip-Hop
- Soul Grinder Metal
- Sour Bait Synth
- Source Material Rock
- Souvenir Driver Shoegaze
- Space Shark Indie
- Spectrum/static Hard Rock
- Spill Hardcore
- Spinitch Hip-Hop
- Spirit Mother Psych
- Spirit possession Metal
- Spirits Emo/Post-Hardcore
- Spiritual Abuse Ritual Rock
- Splinterhead Post-Punk
- Spooky Boys Indie
- Spoon Benders Heavy Psych
- Ssold Hardcore
- Stainless Metal
- Stanton Yard Indie
- Star Six Nine Ska
- Staring At The Ceiling Lo-fi Instrumental
- Starover Blue Indie
- Stars Of Cascadia Alt-Country
- Stephen Malkmus Indie-Electronic
- Still/Form Noise Rock
- Stochastic Mettle Union Experimental
- Stonestreet Indie
- Strange & the Familiars Folk
- Strange Pilgrim Indie
- STRFKR Alt-Rock
- Strzyga Goth-Punk
- Stumblebum Punk
- Summer Ono Indie
- Sun Atoms Psych
- Sun Blood Stories Psych
- Sun Pup Indie-Folk
- Sunbathe Indie-Folk
- Sunset the Machine Metal
- Sunsetting Psych
- Suntex Americana
- Super Secret Band Party Psychedelic
- Swiggle Mandela Hip-Hop
- Swiss Army Wife Emo
- Sydney Dreamstar Indie
- Take Me Instead Instrumental Metal
- Talking Contest Indie
- Tar Pit Doom Metal
- Tchornobog Metal
- Teardown Hardcore
- Teeth Punk
- Televangel Hip-Hop
- Televillain Garage Rock
- Ten Million Lights Psych
- Tenants Indie
- The Apricots Indie
- The Bandulus Ska/Soul
- The Black Doors Psych
- The Black Ice Machine Indie
- The Body Experimental Metal
- The Bridge City Sinners Hardcore Folk
- The Cabin Project Indie
- The Cascadians Ska
- The Casual Scene Indie Americana Folk Rock
- The Cosmic Zero Indie Folk
- The Crawlers Punk
- The Dandy Warhols Alt-Rock
- The Dead Dives Punk
- The Decemberists Indie-Rock
- The Decliners Punk
- The Doubt Folk
- The Dumpies Punk
- The Dutchess Hip-Hop
- The Eldest Young Indie Rock
- The Familiar Names Garage Rock
- The Fauxs Punk
- The Flood of 1894 Garage Rock
- The Forever Agros Indie
- The Fourth Wall Indie
- The Fur Coats Indie
- The Generals Punk
- The Gobs Punk
- The Gutters Punk
- The Hague Rock
- The Helio Sequence Singer-Songwriter
- The Hoons Indie
- The Just Reverie Alt-Rock
- The Lavender Flu Shoegaze
- The Living Skins Hard Rock
- The Macks Garage Rock
- The Mars McClanes Indie Rock
- The Mean Reds Garage Rock
- The Mistons Garage Rock
- The Moon Caravan Psych
- The Moonshine Alt-Folk
- The Phantom Note Indie Rock
- The Prids Post-Punk
- The Punchers Punk
- The Quags Rock
- The Quality Post Hardcore
- The Recognitions Art Rock
- The Resolectrics Roots Rock
- The Reverberations Psych
- The Riffs Punk
- The Second Half Walters Pop-Punk
- The Seditionists Punk
- The Select Punk
- The Skeetos Shoegaze/Noise
- The Slang Post-Punk
- The Slightest Bits Alt-Rock
- The Slow Blade Stoner Metal
- The Slow Sound Indie
- The Trippy Lips Garage Rock
- The Troglydyes Garage Rock
- The Upkeeps Post-Punk
- The Vardaman Ensemble Art Rock/Post-Punk
- The Waxflowers Garage Rock
- The Wheel Psychedelic
- The Wild Jumps Punk
- Thee Cormans Punk
- Thee Montgomery Wards Garage Punk
- These Cursed Hands Metal
- Thinking Spell Metal
- Thrash Course Thrash Metal
- THROW Punk
- Thunder Ridge Bluegrass
- Time Rift Hard Rock
- Tiny Jackets Post-Punk
- Titans of Industry Hard Rock
- Tithe Metal
- Tito Padrino Rock
- TK & Holy Know Nothings Alt-Country
- To Bloom Prog Rock
- Torture Rack Metal
- TrEmor Psych
- Triple Lutz Punk
- Truuz Hardcore
- TV Viking Post-Punk
- Twingle Indie
- Twistur Pop-Punk
- Typhoon Indie
- Uada Black Metal
- Uncanny Valley Girls Garage Rock
- Unknown Mortal Orchestra Indie-Soul
- Unseen Object Indie
- Unspeakable Carnage Metal
- Unto Others Metal
- Used Friends Metal
- Usnea Doom
- Usnea Doom
- Utility Hard Rock
- Uvula Hardcore
- Valkerie Singer-Songwriter
- Vampire Champagne Progressive Post-Hardcore
- Vanny Hands Indie
- Veana Baby R&B
- Vegans In Furs Indie Punk
- Veio Hard Rock
- Veradas Psych
- Verbash Synth-Pop
- Vicious Cycle Punk
- Vintersea Metal
- Violetera Instrumental
- Viral Tyrant Doom
- Visions Post-Punk
- Vitriol Metal
- Vonnie Kyle Alt-Rock
- Vueltas Post-Punk
- Vulnere Metal
- Wave Action Post-Punk
- Wax Statues Indie Rock
- We Are Parasols Electronic
- We Cool? Pop Punk
- Wedding Singer Pop-Punk/Emo
- Weehawk Psych
- Weekend Kids Punk
- Well Hardcore
- Westbound City Train Indie-Folk
- Wet Thud Indie-Alternative
- When Violets Turn Grey Electronic
- Whimz Indie
- Whisper Hiss Post-Punk
- White Bike Indie
- Whunder Thights Post-Punk
- Why Won't You Die Metal
- Wild Horse Blues Rock
- Witch Mountain Hardcore
- Witch Ripper Metal
- Witch Vomit Metal
- Wizard Cage Metal
- Wolf Truck Cow Punk
- Wonderhorse Indie Western
- Wonderstump Prog Metal
- Wood Butcher Dark Folk Rock
- Woolen Men Post-Punk
- Wynne Hip-Hop
- Xibling Synth-Punk
- Yak Attack Synth-Psych
- Yellow Birds Americana
- You're the best Punk
- Young Hunter Heavy Psych
- Young Shirt Mayne Hip-Hop
- Yudai Orange Garage Rock
- Yuvees Post-Punk
- Zwongr Punk
2024.01.16 17:29 Boooooooooo9 Help required for an index of historical romance books involving a main character with physical disability
It’s one of our goals, in HistoricalRomance, to help people find books they will love, including diverse book. That’s why we’re currently working on a community resource showcasing diversity! As a part of this project, I searched all the historical romance books that feature a main character with disability.
Taking this into account, it’s not always easy to know what’s really in a book without having to read it. That’s why I make this post, asking for everyone in this community to help me. I have made a list of historical romance involving a main character who has a PHYSICAL DISABILITY. This is important because the word disability can include a lot of things, but as of now, this list and the help I need from you is only about physical disability (the disability doesn’t need to be visible, but it needs to be classified as a physical disability). Even if scars can be dishabilitating, they’re not included in this list either. This list also won’t include things like selective mutism since it’s not caused by anything physical, but this will be included in the final result.
What is exactly the help I’m looking for? Well, if I made any mistakes in this list, let me know. Any precision about the disability featured in a book listed is welcome. Any CW important to mention is welcomed as well. If the character is no longer disabled by the end of the book, it’s also something important to mention. And lastly, if you know a book that would fit in this list but it’s not mentioned, let me know the title, the author, the character who is disable and what exactly is the disability of this character.
I know this is a lot, but I want to offer to this sub the most accurate and helpful list possible. Thank you very much for your help!
PS: while I’m trying to not use any inappropriate terminology, it’s possible that I made some mistakes, if that’s the case, please let me know so that I can edit my post!
The list is ranked by alphabetical order of the author’s name:
- Alexa Aston, Devoted to the duke (FMC has a limp)
- Alexandra Hawkins, Till dawn with the devil (FMC has partial blindness)
- Alexis Hall, A lady for a duke (MMC uses a cane)
- Alice Coldbreath, Her bridegroom, bought and paid for (MMC is blind from one eye)
- Alissa Johnson, McAlistair’s forturne (FMC has a limp)
- Alysson Jeleyne, The solemn Bell (FMC is blind)
- Amanda Quick, Deception (MMC has one eye missing)
- Amanda Quick, Reckless (FMC has a limp)
- Amanda Quick, Surrender (MMC has a limp)
- Amanda Quick, The girl who knew too much (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Amelia Grey, Wedding night with the earl (FMC has a limp)
- Ann Barker, A gift for a rake (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Anna Harrington, How the duke saved Christmas (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Anne Gracie, Gallant Waif (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Anne Gracie, The summer bride (FMC has a limp)
- Arlem Hawks, The steadfast heart (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Audrey Harrison, The captain’s wallflower (MMC is blind)
- Barbara Devlin, The accidental duke (MMC has a missing arm)
- Barbara Hazard, The guarded heart (MMC has a limp)
- Barbara Metger, A loyal companion (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Beth Williamson, Lee (MMC has a missing arm)
- Bonnie Dee, The hearing heart (MMC is deaf)
- Brenda Joyce, After innocence (FMC has a limp)
- Brenda Joyce, The conqueror (FMC has amblyopia)
- Brenda Joyce, The perfect bride (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Brooke Stanton, Serena’s silence (FMC is mute)
- Callie Hutton, A prescription for love (FMC has asthma)
- Candice Hern, Fate strikes a bargain (FMC has a limp)
- Carla Kelly, Reforming lord Ragsdale (MMC has a blind eye)
- Carla Kelly, Summer campaign (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Carla Kelly, The admiral’s penniless bride (MMC has a hook instead of a hand)
- Carla Kelly, The wedding ring quest (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Caroline Linden, It takes a scandal (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Carrie Lofty, What a scoundrel wants (FMC is blind)
- Cassandra Austin, Wait for the sunrise (MMC is blind)
- Cat Sebastian, The queer principles of Kitt Webb (One of the MMC has a leg impairment)
- Cat Sebastian, The soldier’s scoundrel (One of the MMC has a leg impairment)
- Catherine Anderson, Annie’s song (FMC is deaf)
- Catherine Anderson, Velvet touch (FMC has a limp)
- Catherine Coulter, Moonspun magic (FMC has a limp)
- Celeste Bradley, The charmer (MMC has an impaired arm)
- Celeste de Blasis, The tiger’s woman (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Charlotte Featherstone, Temptation and twilight (FMC is blind)
- Cheryl St. John, Sweet Annie (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Christi Caldwell, A season of hope (MMC has a missing eye)
- Christi Caldwell, Seduced by a lady’s heart (MMC has a missing arm)
- Christi Caldwell, To redeem a rake (FMC has a limp)
- Christina Britton, A duke worth fighting for (MMC has a limp)
- Christina Dodd, Candle in the window (FMC and MMC are both blind)
- Christine Merill, Lady Folbroke’s delicious deception (MMC is blind)
- Christine Sterling, The farmer’s bride (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Claire Devon, The blind duke’s ward (MMC is blind)
- Claudia Stone, Proposing to a duke (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Colette Cameron, Bride of falcon (FMC has a limp and MMC has missing fingers)
- Danelle Harmon, Taken by storm (MMC has a limp)
- Danelle Harmon, The beloved one (MMC is blind)
- Dawn Mactavish, Prisoner of the flames (FMC is blind)
- Deana James, Seek only passion (MMC has a blind eye)
- Deborah Simmons, The companion (MMC suffers from a limp)
- Delilah Marvelle, The perfect scandal (FMC has a missing leg)
- Diana Palmer, Midnight rider (FMC has asthma)
- Diane Gatson, A lady of notoriety (MMC is blind)
- Dinah Dean, The cockermouth mail (MMC has a knee injury)
- Donna Fletcher, Highlander unchained (FMC is mute)
- Donna Lea Simpson, The guilded knight (MMC has a limp)
- Edna Maye Manley, Agatha (FMC has a limp)
- Edie Harris, The corrupt comte (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Eilen Dryer, Never a gentleman (FMC has a limp)
- Eilen Putman, The dastardly duke (FMC is deaf)
- Elisa Braden, Ever yours, Annabelle (MMC uses a cane)
- Elisa Braden, The taming of a highlander (MMC has a missing eye)
- Elisabeth Fairchild, The silent suitor (FMC is blind)
- Elisabeth Hobbes, The saxon outlaw’s revenge (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Eliza Knight, The highlander’s gift (MMC has a missing arm)
- Elizabeth Cole, A winter’s knight (MMC has a missing leg)
- Elizabeth Everett, A perfect equation (MMC has seizure as a child)
- Elizabeth Hoyt, Dearest rogue (FMC is blind and MMC uses a cane)
- Elizabeth Mansfield, The phantom lover (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Elizabeth Rolls, The unexpected bride (FMC is blind)
- Ellen O’Connel, Without words (FMC is mute)
- Eloisa James, How the beauty tamed the beast (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Eloisa James, Fool for love (FMC has a limp)
- Eloisa James With this kiss (MMC become blind)
- Emily Bascon, Major Westhaven’s unwilling ward (MMC has a missing leg)
- Emily Larkin, The baronet’s bride (MMC has a missing arm)
- Emily Larkin, The spinster’s secret (MMC has missing fingers)
- Emma Jensen, Entwined (MMC is blind)
- Emma Linfield, His blind duchess (FMC is blind)
- Emma V. Leech, To tame a savage heart (one of the MMC has a missing leg)
- Emma V. Leech, Truly, madly, daring (MMC is blind)
- Erica Ridley, My rogue to ruin (FMC is partially deaf)
- Erica Ridley, The major’s faux fiancée (MMC has a missing leg)
- Erica Ridley, Never say duke (MMC has a limp)
- Erin Knightley, The baron next door (MMC has headaches due to spinal injury)
- Eva Devon, My wild duke (FMC has a limp)
- Eve Silver, Dark prince (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Felicity Niven, When ardor Blooms (MMC has a limp)
- Gabrielle Car, Designing his duchess (FMC has an earing impairment)
- Gayle Callen, Surrender to the earl (FMC is blind)
- Gayle Callen, The viscount in her bedroom (MMC is blind)
- Gayle Wilson, Bride by engagement (MMC is blind)
- Gayle Wilson, His secret duchess (MMC has a limp)
- Gayle Wilson, Lady Sarah’s son (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Gayle Wilson, The gambler’s heart (MMC has a blind eye)
- Gayle Wilson, The heart’s desire (MMC has a limp)
- Georgette Heyer, An infamous army (MMC has a missing arm)
- Georgette Heyer, The convenient marriage (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Geralyn Dawson, The wedding ramson (FMC has rheumathism)
- Grace Burrowes, How to catch a duke (MMC uses a cane)
- Grace Burrowes, Morgan and Archer (FMC is partially deaf)
- Grace Burrowes, The virtuoso (MMC…)
- Grace Burrowes, The MacGregor’s lady (FMC has a limp)
- Gwyneth Atkee, Innocent Deceptions (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Hannah Howell, Highland savage (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Heather Blanton, To love and to honor (MMC has a missing leg)
- Heather Boyd, Broke, (FMC has chronic pain)
- Heather Cullman, Bewitched (MMC has seizure)
- Heidi Cullinan, A private gentleman (One of the MMC has a speech impediment)
- Holly Bush, Reconstructing Jackson (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Isabelle Bradford, A wicked pursuit (MMC has a leg impairment)
- J’nell Ciesielski, Beauty among ruins (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Jane Feather, Valentine (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Janette Oke, Love finds a home (MMC has a missing arm)
- Janice Graham, The tailor’s daughter (FMC is deaf)
- Janna McGregor, Rules for engaging the earl (MMC has a limp)
- Jeanne Savery, Taming Lord Renwick (MMC is almost blind)
- Jeanne Savery, The Christmas gift (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Jennifer Horsman, With one look (FMC is blind)
- Jennifer Monroe, Whisper of light (MMC has a limp)
- Jenny Holiday, The miss Mirren mission (MMC has a missing hand)
- Jess Michaels, The silent duke (MMC is mute)
- Jessica Coutler Smith, To kiss a lord (FMC has a limp)
- Jill Barnett, Just a kiss away (MMC has a missing eye)
- Jill Barnett, Wild (MMC is becoming mute)
- Jill Marie Landis, Blue moon (MMC has a missing eye)
- Jillian Hart, Homespun bride (FMC is blind)
- Jo Beverly, Hazard (FMC has a limp)
- Jo Goodman, More than you know (FMC is blind)
- Jo Goodman, My heart’s desire (MMC has an arm impairment)
- Joan Johnston, After the kiss (MMC has an impaired hand)
- Joan Wolf, The edge of light (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Joanna Bourne, The spymaster’s lady (FMC is blind)
- Joanna Chambers, The first snow of winter (MMC has a missing leg)
- Joanna Lowell, Dark season (FMC has epilepsy)
- Joanna Shupe, A notorious vow (MMC is deaf)
- Joanna Waugh, Blind fortune (FMC is blind)
- John C. Houser, The door behind us (One of the MMC has a missing leg)
- Josi C. Kilpack, Love and lavender (FMC has a limp)
- Judith A. Landsowne, A devilish dilemma (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Judith Ivory, Beast (MMC has a blind eye and a limp)
- Judith Ivory, Untie my heart (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Julie Garwood, Castles (MMC has a limp)
- Julia Justiss, A most unconventional match (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Julia Justiss, The rake to reveal her (MMC has a missing arm)
- Julia Latham, Taken and seduced (FMC has a limp)
- Julia London, A princess by Christmas (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Julia London, The dangerous gentleman (MMC is blind)
- Julia Quinn, First comes scandal (FMC has asthma)
- Julia Quinn, The duke and I (MMC has a speech impairment)
- Julia Quinn, The sum of all kisses (MMC has a limp)
- Julia Quinn, Dancing at midnight (MMC has a limp)
- Julianna Gray, How to tame your duke (MMC has a missing arm)
- Julie Klassen, The silent governess (FMC is mute)
- Julie Moffett, The thorn and the thistle (MMC has an impaired hand)
- K.A. Mitchell, An improper holliday (One of the MMC has a missing arm)
- K.J. Charles, An unsuitable heir (MMC has a missing arm)
- K.J. Charles, Think of England (One of the MMC has a impaired arm)
- Karen Hawkins, How to entice an enchantress (MMC has a limp)
- Karen Hawkins, The seduction of Sara (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Karen Ranney, Tapestry (MMC has a blind eye)
- Karen Ranney, The lass wore black (FMC has a movement impairment)
- Karen Robards, Scandalous (FMC has a limp)
- Karen Witemeyer, To win her heart (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Karyn Monk, Once a warrior (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kat Martin, Night secrets (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kate Bateman, The princess and the rogue (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Kate Noble, The summer of you (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kate Pearce, loving Michael (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Katherine Hale, The curse of the Redmonts (FMC has a limp)
- Kathleen Baldwin, Mistaken kiss (FMC is nearly blind)
- Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, A rose in winter (MMC has a limp)
- Kerrygan Byrne, The duke with the dragon tattoo (FMC has a limp)
- Kerrygan Byrne, The highwayman (MMC has a blind eye)
- Keta Diablo, Land of falling stars (FMC is blind)
- Kimberly Bell, A scandal by any other name (FMC has spina bifida)
- Kit Morgan, The healing touch (MMC is blind)
- Kris Tualla, The discreet gentleman serie (MMC is deaf)
- Lacy Williams, A cowboy for Christmas (FMC has a missing arm)
- Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the storm (MMC has medical condition after a stroke)
- Laura Kinsale, The prince of midnight (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Laura Landon, Cast in the shadows (MMC has seizures)
- Laura Landon, Shattered dreams (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Laura Landon, Silent revenge (FMC is mute)
- Laura Lee Gurke, His every kiss (MMC has tinnitus)
- Laura Renken, Heart of the Condor (FMC is blind)
- Lauren Smith, Her wicked proposal (MMC is blind)
- Laurie Grant, Love’s own crown (FMC is blind)
- Laurie Grant, Lawman (MMC has a blind eye)
- Laurie Grant, Maggie and the Maverick (MMC has a missing eye)
- LaVryle Spencer, The gamble (FMC has a hip disability)
- Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland beast (FMC has a limp)
- Lecia Cornwall, What a lady most desires (MMC is blind)
- Leigh Greenwood, Violet (MMC has a missing arm)
- Lenora Bell, Love is a rogue (FMC has palsy)
- Lily George, Captain of her heart (MMC has a missing leg)
- Lily Maxton, Enchanting the earl (MMC has a missing leg)
- Lindsay McKenna, Lord of Shadowhack (FMC is blind and MMC has a limp)
- Lisa Kleypas, Again the magic (FMC has a limp)
- Lisa Kleypas, Devil in spring (FMC has a deaf hear)
- Lisa Kleypas, Devil in winter (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Lisa Kleypas, Midnight angel (MMC has a missing hand)
- Loretta Chase, Miss Wonderful (MMC has a limp)
- Lorraine Heath, She tempts the duke (MMC has a missing eye)
- Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the devil (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Lorraine Heath, The lady and the outlaw (FMC is blind)
- Lucinda Brant, Dair devil (FMC uses a cane)
- Lucy Ashford, The major and the pickpocket (MMC has a limp)
- Lyn Stone, The highland wife (MMC his deaf)
- Lynn Kurland, This is all I ask (MMC is blind)
- Maddison Michaels, The bachelor bargain (FMC uses a cane and a wheelchair)
- Madeline Martin, Mesmerizing the Marquis (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Maggie Robinson, Redeeming lord Ryder (FMC is mute)
- Manda Collins, How to romance a rake (FMC has a limp)
- Margo Maguire, Brash (FMC has a limp)
- Margo Maguire, The bride hunt (MMC has a missing eye)
- Marie Higgins, Love comes blindly (MMC is blind)
- Marjorie Farell, Miss Ware’s refusal (MMC is blind)
- Martha Waters, To woo and to wed (MMC uses a cane)
- Mary Balogh, Always remember (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Mary Balogh, Dancing with Clara (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Mary Balogh, Lord Carew’s bride (MMC has a limp and an hand impairment)
- Mary Balogh, Only enchanting (MMC has a brain injury that caused him to forget things, to have a speech impediment, etc.)
- Mary Balogh, Red rose (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Balogh, Silent melody (FMC is deaf)
- Mary Balogh, Simply love (MMC has a missing eye and a missin arm)
- Mary Balogh, The arrangement (MMC is blind)
- Mary Balogh, The escape (MMC almost has missing legs)
- Mary Balogh, The proposal (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Balogh, The suitor (MMC is blind)
- Mary Jo Putney, Silk and shadows (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Jo Putney, Veils of silk (MMC has a missing eye)
- Mary Spencer, The vow (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Maya Banks, Never seduce a Scot (FMC is deaf)
- Melody Thomas, The perfect kiss (MMC has a limp)
- Merry Farmer, His perfect bride (MMC has legs impairment)
- Merry Farmer, The Scandal of a perfect kiss (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Merry Farmer, Under his lover’s wing (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Michele Sinclair, The Christmas knight (MMC has a missing eye)
- Michelle Willingham, A match made in London (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Michelle Willingham, Good earls don’t lie (FMC has difficulties walking after a medical condition)
- Michelle Willingham, Tempted by the Highlander warrior (MMC is mute)
- Michelle Willingham, The warrior’s forbidden virgin (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Michelle Willingham, The warrior’s touch (MMC has hand impairment)
- Mimi Matthew, Appointment in Bath (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Mimi Matthew, The lost letter (MMC has a blind eye)
- Mimi Matthew, The winter companion (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Mimi Matthew, The work of art (MMC uses a cane)
- Minerva Spencer, Selina (MMC is blind)
- Miranda Davis, The duke’s tattoo (MMC had a leg impairment)
- Miriam Minger, Wild roses (FMC has a limp)
- Monya Clayton, The pirate and the puritan (FMC is mute)
- Nadine Miller, An unlikely angel (MMC has a limp)
- Nancy Butler, The prodigal hero (MMC has a missing hand)
- Nancy Butler, Prospero’s daughter (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Norma Lee Clark, Lady Jane (MMC has health issue that stopped him from growing and other things)
- Paige Cameron, The duke’s blind temptation (MMC is blind)
- Patricia Grasso, Tempting the prince (MMC is blind)
- Patricia Ryan, Silken threads (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Patricia Verian, Never doubt I love (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Patricia Verian, The Mandarin of Mayfair (FMC has a limp)
- Paty Jager, Doctor in petticoats (MMC is blind)
- Renee Bernard, Blind Aphrodite (FMC is blind)
- Renee Bernard, Passion wears pearls (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Robin Lee Hatcher, Chances are (MMC has a blind eye)
- Robyn DeHart, The secret of Mia Danvers (FMC is blind)
- Rosalyn Alsobrook, Wild western bride (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Rosalyn West, A man’s touch (MMC is blind)
- Rose Gordon, The perfect lady Worthe (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Rose Lerner, Sweet disorder (MMC uses a cane)
- Ruby Moone, The heat of the moment (one of the MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Ruth Ann Nordin, Loving Eliza (MMC is mute)
- Ruth Ann Nordin, The reclusive earl (MMC has a lisp)
- S.M. LaViolette, The footman (FMC has a limp)
- Sabrina Jeffries, A notorious love (FMC has a limp)
- Sabrina York, Hannah and the Highlander (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Sally Vixen, The blind duchess and her rakish duke (FMC is blind)
- Samantha Garver, One night to be sinful (FMC has a limp)
- Samantha James, Every wish fulfilled (FMC has a limp)
- Samantha Kane, Defeated by love (one of the MMC has a missing eye)
- Sarah Brophy, Midnight eyes (FMC is blind)
- Sasha Lord, Across a wild sea (FMC is blind)
- Shana Galen, Sweet rogue of mine (MMC is blind)
- Sharon Cullen, Sutherland’s secret (FMC is mute)
- Sharon Page, Engage in sin (MMC is blind)
- Sheri Humphrey, A hero to hold (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Shirlee Busbee, Scandal becomes her (FMC …)
- Shirley Kiger Connolly (MMC has a limp)
- Sophia James, One unashamed night (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Sophie Jordan, How to lose a bride in one night (FMC has a limp)
- Sorcha MacMurrough, The model master (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Stacy Reid, My darling duke (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Stacy Reid, The duke and I (FMC uses a cane)
- Stacy Reid, The marquess and I (FMC is blind)
- Stace Reid, When the earl met his match (MMC is mute)
- Stella Cameron, Bride (FMC has a limp)
- Stella Riley, The parfit knight (FMC is blind)
- Susan Carrol, Winterbourne (FMC has a foot impairment)
- Susan King, The heather moon (FMC has an hand impairment)
- Susan Spencer Paul, Beguiled (FMC has difficulty to speak because of damaged vocal cords)
- Susan Wiggs, Halfway to heaven (FMC has a foot impairment)
- Susannah Carleton, A twist of fate (FMC is hard of hearing)
- Suzanne Enoch, A lady’s guide to improper behaviour (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Suzanne Enoch, England’s perfect hero (MMC has a limp)
- Suzanne Robinson, Lod of the dragon (FMC has a limp)
- Tami Dee, Innocent deception (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Tanya Anne Crosby, On bended knee (FMC has a limp)
- Taylor Chase, heart of night (FMC has a hand impairment)
- Taylor Ryan, Beauty and the beast (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Teresa Medeiros, Yours until dawn (MMC is blind)
- Terri Brisbin, His ennemy’s daughter (FMC is blind)
- Terri Brisbin, The highlander’s substitute bride (FMC has an impaired arm)
- Tessa Dare, A night to surrender (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Tessa Dare, Romancing the duke (MMC is blind)
- Tessa Dare, The beauty and the blacksmith (FMC has asthma)
- Tessa Dare, Three night with a scoundrel (FMC is deaf)
- Tessa Dare, Twice tempted by a rogue (MMC has impaired fingers and leg)
- Theresa Romain, Fortune favors the wicked (MMC is blind)
- Theresa Romain, It takes two to tangle (MMC has an arm impairment)
- Vanessa Riley, A duke, a lady and a baby (MMC has a missing leg)
- Victoria Holt, Menfreya in the morning (FMC has a limp)
- Viola Grey, His hellion ward (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Virginia Heath, A warriner to rescue her (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Virginia Heath, How to woo a wallflower (FMC has a limp)
- Vivienne Lorret, This earl is on fire (FMC has a limp)
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Taking this into account, it’s not always easy to know what’s really in a book without having to read it. That’s why I make this post, asking for everyone in this community to help me. I have made a list of historical romance involving a main character who has a PHYSICAL DISABILITY. This is important because the word disability can include a lot of things, but as of now, this list and the help I need from you is only about physical disability (the disability doesn’t need to be visible, but it needs to be classified as a physical disability). Even if scars can be dishabilitating, they’re not included in this list either. This list also won’t include things like selective mutism since it’s not caused by anything physical, but this will be included in the final result.
What is exactly the help I’m looking for? Well, if I made any mistakes in this list, let me know. Any precision about the disability featured in a book listed is welcome. Any CW important to mention is welcomed as well. If the character is no longer disabled by the end of the book, it’s also something important to mention. And lastly, if you know a book that would fit in this list but it’s not mentioned, let me know the title, the author, the character who is disable and what exactly is the disability of this character.
I know this is a lot, but I want to offer to this sub the most accurate and helpful list possible. Thank you very much for your help!
PS: while I’m trying to not use any inappropriate terminology, it’s possible that I made some mistakes, if that’s the case, please let me know so that I can edit my post!
The list is ranked by alphabetical order of the author’s name:
- Alexa Aston, Devoted to the duke (FMC has a limp)
- Alexandra Hawkins, Till dawn with the devil (FMC has partial blindness)
- Alexis Hall, A lady for a duke (MMC uses a cane)
- Alice Coldbreath, Her bridegroom, bought and paid for (MMC is blind from one eye)
- Alissa Johnson, McAlistair’s forturne (FMC has a limp)
- Alysson Jeleyne, The solemn Bell (FMC is blind)
- Amanda Quick, Deception (MMC has one eye missing)
- Amanda Quick, Reckless (FMC has a limp)
- Amanda Quick, Surrender (MMC has a limp)
- Amanda Quick, The girl who knew too much (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Amelia Grey, Wedding night with the earl (FMC has a limp)
- Ann Barker, A gift for a rake (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Anna Harrington, How the duke saved Christmas (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Anne Gracie, Gallant Waif (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Anne Gracie, The summer bride (FMC has a limp)
- Arlem Hawks, The steadfast heart (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Audrey Harrison, The captain’s wallflower (MMC is blind)
- Barbara Devlin, The accidental duke (MMC has a missing arm)
- Barbara Hazard, The guarded heart (MMC has a limp)
- Barbara Metger, A loyal companion (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Beth Williamson, Lee (MMC has a missing arm)
- Bonnie Dee, The hearing heart (MMC is deaf)
- Brenda Joyce, After innocence (FMC has a limp)
- Brenda Joyce, The conqueror (FMC has amblyopia)
- Brenda Joyce, The perfect bride (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Brooke Stanton, Serena’s silence (FMC is mute)
- Callie Hutton, A prescription for love (FMC has asthma)
- Candice Hern, Fate strikes a bargain (FMC has a limp)
- Carla Kelly, Reforming lord Ragsdale (MMC has a blind eye)
- Carla Kelly, Summer campaign (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Carla Kelly, The admiral’s penniless bride (MMC has a hook instead of a hand)
- Carla Kelly, The wedding ring quest (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Caroline Linden, It takes a scandal (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Carrie Lofty, What a scoundrel wants (FMC is blind)
- Cassandra Austin, Wait for the sunrise (MMC is blind)
- Cat Sebastian, The queer principles of Kitt Webb (One of the MMC has a leg impairment)
- Cat Sebastian, The soldier’s scoundrel (One of the MMC has a leg impairment)
- Catherine Anderson, Annie’s song (FMC is deaf)
- Catherine Anderson, Velvet touch (FMC has a limp)
- Catherine Coulter, Moonspun magic (FMC has a limp)
- Celeste Bradley, The charmer (MMC has an impaired arm)
- Celeste de Blasis, The tiger’s woman (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Charlotte Featherstone, Temptation and twilight (FMC is blind)
- Cheryl St. John, Sweet Annie (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Christi Caldwell, A season of hope (MMC has a missing eye)
- Christi Caldwell, Seduced by a lady’s heart (MMC has a missing arm)
- Christi Caldwell, To redeem a rake (FMC has a limp)
- Christina Britton, A duke worth fighting for (MMC has a limp)
- Christina Dodd, Candle in the window (FMC and MMC are both blind)
- Christine Merill, Lady Folbroke’s delicious deception (MMC is blind)
- Christine Sterling, The farmer’s bride (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Claire Devon, The blind duke’s ward (MMC is blind)
- Claudia Stone, Proposing to a duke (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Colette Cameron, Bride of falcon (FMC has a limp and MMC has missing fingers)
- Danelle Harmon, Taken by storm (MMC has a limp)
- Danelle Harmon, The beloved one (MMC is blind)
- Dawn Mactavish, Prisoner of the flames (FMC is blind)
- Deana James, Seek only passion (MMC has a blind eye)
- Deborah Simmons, The companion (MMC suffers from a limp)
- Delilah Marvelle, The perfect scandal (FMC has a missing leg)
- Diana Palmer, Midnight rider (FMC has asthma)
- Diane Gatson, A lady of notoriety (MMC is blind)
- Dinah Dean, The cockermouth mail (MMC has a knee injury)
- Donna Fletcher, Highlander unchained (FMC is mute)
- Donna Lea Simpson, The guilded knight (MMC has a limp)
- Edna Maye Manley, Agatha (FMC has a limp)
- Edie Harris, The corrupt comte (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Eilen Dryer, Never a gentleman (FMC has a limp)
- Eilen Putman, The dastardly duke (FMC is deaf)
- Elisa Braden, Ever yours, Annabelle (MMC uses a cane)
- Elisa Braden, The taming of a highlander (MMC has a missing eye)
- Elisabeth Fairchild, The silent suitor (FMC is blind)
- Elisabeth Hobbes, The saxon outlaw’s revenge (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Eliza Knight, The highlander’s gift (MMC has a missing arm)
- Elizabeth Cole, A winter’s knight (MMC has a missing leg)
- Elizabeth Everett, A perfect equation (MMC has seizure as a child)
- Elizabeth Hoyt, Dearest rogue (FMC is blind and MMC uses a cane)
- Elizabeth Mansfield, The phantom lover (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Elizabeth Rolls, The unexpected bride (FMC is blind)
- Ellen O’Connel, Without words (FMC is mute)
- Eloisa James, How the beauty tamed the beast (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Eloisa James, Fool for love (FMC has a limp)
- Eloisa James With this kiss (MMC become blind)
- Emily Bascon, Major Westhaven’s unwilling ward (MMC has a missing leg)
- Emily Larkin, The baronet’s bride (MMC has a missing arm)
- Emily Larkin, The spinster’s secret (MMC has missing fingers)
- Emma Jensen, Entwined (MMC is blind)
- Emma Linfield, His blind duchess (FMC is blind)
- Emma V. Leech, To tame a savage heart (one of the MMC has a missing leg)
- Emma V. Leech, Truly, madly, daring (MMC is blind)
- Erica Ridley, My rogue to ruin (FMC is partially deaf)
- Erica Ridley, The major’s faux fiancée (MMC has a missing leg)
- Erica Ridley, Never say duke (MMC has a limp)
- Erin Knightley, The baron next door (MMC has headaches due to spinal injury)
- Eva Devon, My wild duke (FMC has a limp)
- Eve Silver, Dark prince (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Felicity Niven, When ardor Blooms (MMC has a limp)
- Gabrielle Car, Designing his duchess (FMC has an earing impairment)
- Gayle Callen, Surrender to the earl (FMC is blind)
- Gayle Callen, The viscount in her bedroom (MMC is blind)
- Gayle Wilson, Bride by engagement (MMC is blind)
- Gayle Wilson, His secret duchess (MMC has a limp)
- Gayle Wilson, Lady Sarah’s son (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Gayle Wilson, The gambler’s heart (MMC has a blind eye)
- Gayle Wilson, The heart’s desire (MMC has a limp)
- Georgette Heyer, An infamous army (MMC has a missing arm)
- Georgette Heyer, The convenient marriage (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Geralyn Dawson, The wedding ramson (FMC has rheumathism)
- Grace Burrowes, How to catch a duke (MMC uses a cane)
- Grace Burrowes, Morgan and Archer (FMC is partially deaf)
- Grace Burrowes, The virtuoso (MMC…)
- Grace Burrowes, The MacGregor’s lady (FMC has a limp)
- Gwyneth Atkee, Innocent Deceptions (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Hannah Howell, Highland savage (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Heather Blanton, To love and to honor (MMC has a missing leg)
- Heather Boyd, Broke, (FMC has chronic pain)
- Heather Cullman, Bewitched (MMC has seizure)
- Heidi Cullinan, A private gentleman (One of the MMC has a speech impediment)
- Holly Bush, Reconstructing Jackson (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Isabelle Bradford, A wicked pursuit (MMC has a leg impairment)
- J’nell Ciesielski, Beauty among ruins (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Jane Feather, Valentine (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Janette Oke, Love finds a home (MMC has a missing arm)
- Janice Graham, The tailor’s daughter (FMC is deaf)
- Janna McGregor, Rules for engaging the earl (MMC has a limp)
- Jeanne Savery, Taming Lord Renwick (MMC is almost blind)
- Jeanne Savery, The Christmas gift (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Jennifer Horsman, With one look (FMC is blind)
- Jennifer Monroe, Whisper of light (MMC has a limp)
- Jenny Holiday, The miss Mirren mission (MMC has a missing hand)
- Jess Michaels, The silent duke (MMC is mute)
- Jessica Coutler Smith, To kiss a lord (FMC has a limp)
- Jill Barnett, Just a kiss away (MMC has a missing eye)
- Jill Barnett, Wild (MMC is becoming mute)
- Jill Marie Landis, Blue moon (MMC has a missing eye)
- Jillian Hart, Homespun bride (FMC is blind)
- Jo Beverly, Hazard (FMC has a limp)
- Jo Goodman, More than you know (FMC is blind)
- Jo Goodman, My heart’s desire (MMC has an arm impairment)
- Joan Johnston, After the kiss (MMC has an impaired hand)
- Joan Wolf, The edge of light (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Joanna Bourne, The spymaster’s lady (FMC is blind)
- Joanna Chambers, The first snow of winter (MMC has a missing leg)
- Joanna Lowell, Dark season (FMC has epilepsy)
- Joanna Shupe, A notorious vow (MMC is deaf)
- Joanna Waugh, Blind fortune (FMC is blind)
- John C. Houser, The door behind us (One of the MMC has a missing leg)
- Josi C. Kilpack, Love and lavender (FMC has a limp)
- Judith A. Landsowne, A devilish dilemma (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Judith Ivory, Beast (MMC has a blind eye and a limp)
- Judith Ivory, Untie my heart (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Julie Garwood, Castles (MMC has a limp)
- Julia Justiss, A most unconventional match (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Julia Justiss, The rake to reveal her (MMC has a missing arm)
- Julia Latham, Taken and seduced (FMC has a limp)
- Julia London, A princess by Christmas (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Julia London, The dangerous gentleman (MMC is blind)
- Julia Quinn, First comes scandal (FMC has asthma)
- Julia Quinn, The duke and I (MMC has a speech impairment)
- Julia Quinn, The sum of all kisses (MMC has a limp)
- Julia Quinn, Dancing at midnight (MMC has a limp)
- Julianna Gray, How to tame your duke (MMC has a missing arm)
- Julie Klassen, The silent governess (FMC is mute)
- Julie Moffett, The thorn and the thistle (MMC has an impaired hand)
- K.A. Mitchell, An improper holliday (One of the MMC has a missing arm)
- K.J. Charles, An unsuitable heir (MMC has a missing arm)
- K.J. Charles, Think of England (One of the MMC has a impaired arm)
- Karen Hawkins, How to entice an enchantress (MMC has a limp)
- Karen Hawkins, The seduction of Sara (MMC has chronic headaches)
- Karen Ranney, Tapestry (MMC has a blind eye)
- Karen Ranney, The lass wore black (FMC has a movement impairment)
- Karen Robards, Scandalous (FMC has a limp)
- Karen Witemeyer, To win her heart (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Karyn Monk, Once a warrior (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kat Martin, Night secrets (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kate Bateman, The princess and the rogue (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Kate Noble, The summer of you (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Kate Pearce, loving Michael (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Katherine Hale, The curse of the Redmonts (FMC has a limp)
- Kathleen Baldwin, Mistaken kiss (FMC is nearly blind)
- Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, A rose in winter (MMC has a limp)
- Kerrygan Byrne, The duke with the dragon tattoo (FMC has a limp)
- Kerrygan Byrne, The highwayman (MMC has a blind eye)
- Keta Diablo, Land of falling stars (FMC is blind)
- Kimberly Bell, A scandal by any other name (FMC has spina bifida)
- Kit Morgan, The healing touch (MMC is blind)
- Kris Tualla, The discreet gentleman serie (MMC is deaf)
- Lacy Williams, A cowboy for Christmas (FMC has a missing arm)
- Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the storm (MMC has medical condition after a stroke)
- Laura Kinsale, The prince of midnight (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Laura Landon, Cast in the shadows (MMC has seizures)
- Laura Landon, Shattered dreams (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Laura Landon, Silent revenge (FMC is mute)
- Laura Lee Gurke, His every kiss (MMC has tinnitus)
- Laura Renken, Heart of the Condor (FMC is blind)
- Lauren Smith, Her wicked proposal (MMC is blind)
- Laurie Grant, Love’s own crown (FMC is blind)
- Laurie Grant, Lawman (MMC has a blind eye)
- Laurie Grant, Maggie and the Maverick (MMC has a missing eye)
- LaVryle Spencer, The gamble (FMC has a hip disability)
- Lecia Cornwall, Beauty and the Highland beast (FMC has a limp)
- Lecia Cornwall, What a lady most desires (MMC is blind)
- Leigh Greenwood, Violet (MMC has a missing arm)
- Lenora Bell, Love is a rogue (FMC has palsy)
- Lily George, Captain of her heart (MMC has a missing leg)
- Lily Maxton, Enchanting the earl (MMC has a missing leg)
- Lindsay McKenna, Lord of Shadowhack (FMC is blind and MMC has a limp)
- Lisa Kleypas, Again the magic (FMC has a limp)
- Lisa Kleypas, Devil in spring (FMC has a deaf hear)
- Lisa Kleypas, Devil in winter (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Lisa Kleypas, Midnight angel (MMC has a missing hand)
- Loretta Chase, Miss Wonderful (MMC has a limp)
- Lorraine Heath, She tempts the duke (MMC has a missing eye)
- Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the devil (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Lorraine Heath, The lady and the outlaw (FMC is blind)
- Lucinda Brant, Dair devil (FMC uses a cane)
- Lucy Ashford, The major and the pickpocket (MMC has a limp)
- Lyn Stone, The highland wife (MMC his deaf)
- Lynn Kurland, This is all I ask (MMC is blind)
- Maddison Michaels, The bachelor bargain (FMC uses a cane and a wheelchair)
- Madeline Martin, Mesmerizing the Marquis (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Maggie Robinson, Redeeming lord Ryder (FMC is mute)
- Manda Collins, How to romance a rake (FMC has a limp)
- Margo Maguire, Brash (FMC has a limp)
- Margo Maguire, The bride hunt (MMC has a missing eye)
- Marie Higgins, Love comes blindly (MMC is blind)
- Marjorie Farell, Miss Ware’s refusal (MMC is blind)
- Martha Waters, To woo and to wed (MMC uses a cane)
- Mary Balogh, Always remember (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Mary Balogh, Dancing with Clara (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Mary Balogh, Lord Carew’s bride (MMC has a limp and an hand impairment)
- Mary Balogh, Only enchanting (MMC has a brain injury that caused him to forget things, to have a speech impediment, etc.)
- Mary Balogh, Red rose (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Balogh, Silent melody (FMC is deaf)
- Mary Balogh, Simply love (MMC has a missing eye and a missin arm)
- Mary Balogh, The arrangement (MMC is blind)
- Mary Balogh, The escape (MMC almost has missing legs)
- Mary Balogh, The proposal (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Balogh, The suitor (MMC is blind)
- Mary Jo Putney, Silk and shadows (FMC has a limp)
- Mary Jo Putney, Veils of silk (MMC has a missing eye)
- Mary Spencer, The vow (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Maya Banks, Never seduce a Scot (FMC is deaf)
- Melody Thomas, The perfect kiss (MMC has a limp)
- Merry Farmer, His perfect bride (MMC has legs impairment)
- Merry Farmer, The Scandal of a perfect kiss (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Merry Farmer, Under his lover’s wing (MMC has a deaf ear)
- Michele Sinclair, The Christmas knight (MMC has a missing eye)
- Michelle Willingham, A match made in London (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Michelle Willingham, Good earls don’t lie (FMC has difficulties walking after a medical condition)
- Michelle Willingham, Tempted by the Highlander warrior (MMC is mute)
- Michelle Willingham, The warrior’s forbidden virgin (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Michelle Willingham, The warrior’s touch (MMC has hand impairment)
- Mimi Matthew, Appointment in Bath (FMC has a speech impediment)
- Mimi Matthew, The lost letter (MMC has a blind eye)
- Mimi Matthew, The winter companion (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Mimi Matthew, The work of art (MMC uses a cane)
- Minerva Spencer, Selina (MMC is blind)
- Miranda Davis, The duke’s tattoo (MMC had a leg impairment)
- Miriam Minger, Wild roses (FMC has a limp)
- Monya Clayton, The pirate and the puritan (FMC is mute)
- Nadine Miller, An unlikely angel (MMC has a limp)
- Nancy Butler, The prodigal hero (MMC has a missing hand)
- Nancy Butler, Prospero’s daughter (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Norma Lee Clark, Lady Jane (MMC has health issue that stopped him from growing and other things)
- Paige Cameron, The duke’s blind temptation (MMC is blind)
- Patricia Grasso, Tempting the prince (MMC is blind)
- Patricia Ryan, Silken threads (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Patricia Verian, Never doubt I love (MMC has a prostetic leg)
- Patricia Verian, The Mandarin of Mayfair (FMC has a limp)
- Paty Jager, Doctor in petticoats (MMC is blind)
- Renee Bernard, Blind Aphrodite (FMC is blind)
- Renee Bernard, Passion wears pearls (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Robin Lee Hatcher, Chances are (MMC has a blind eye)
- Robyn DeHart, The secret of Mia Danvers (FMC is blind)
- Rosalyn Alsobrook, Wild western bride (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Rosalyn West, A man’s touch (MMC is blind)
- Rose Gordon, The perfect lady Worthe (FMC uses a wheelchair)
- Rose Lerner, Sweet disorder (MMC uses a cane)
- Ruby Moone, The heat of the moment (one of the MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Ruth Ann Nordin, Loving Eliza (MMC is mute)
- Ruth Ann Nordin, The reclusive earl (MMC has a lisp)
- S.M. LaViolette, The footman (FMC has a limp)
- Sabrina Jeffries, A notorious love (FMC has a limp)
- Sabrina York, Hannah and the Highlander (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Sally Vixen, The blind duchess and her rakish duke (FMC is blind)
- Samantha Garver, One night to be sinful (FMC has a limp)
- Samantha James, Every wish fulfilled (FMC has a limp)
- Samantha Kane, Defeated by love (one of the MMC has a missing eye)
- Sarah Brophy, Midnight eyes (FMC is blind)
- Sasha Lord, Across a wild sea (FMC is blind)
- Shana Galen, Sweet rogue of mine (MMC is blind)
- Sharon Cullen, Sutherland’s secret (FMC is mute)
- Sharon Page, Engage in sin (MMC is blind)
- Sheri Humphrey, A hero to hold (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Shirlee Busbee, Scandal becomes her (FMC …)
- Shirley Kiger Connolly (MMC has a limp)
- Sophia James, One unashamed night (MMC is losing his eyesight)
- Sophie Jordan, How to lose a bride in one night (FMC has a limp)
- Sorcha MacMurrough, The model master (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Stacy Reid, My darling duke (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Stacy Reid, The duke and I (FMC uses a cane)
- Stacy Reid, The marquess and I (FMC is blind)
- Stace Reid, When the earl met his match (MMC is mute)
- Stella Cameron, Bride (FMC has a limp)
- Stella Riley, The parfit knight (FMC is blind)
- Susan Carrol, Winterbourne (FMC has a foot impairment)
- Susan King, The heather moon (FMC has an hand impairment)
- Susan Spencer Paul, Beguiled (FMC has difficulty to speak because of damaged vocal cords)
- Susan Wiggs, Halfway to heaven (FMC has a foot impairment)
- Susannah Carleton, A twist of fate (FMC is hard of hearing)
- Suzanne Enoch, A lady’s guide to improper behaviour (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Suzanne Enoch, England’s perfect hero (MMC has a limp)
- Suzanne Robinson, Lod of the dragon (FMC has a limp)
- Tami Dee, Innocent deception (MMC has a speech impediment)
- Tanya Anne Crosby, On bended knee (FMC has a limp)
- Taylor Chase, heart of night (FMC has a hand impairment)
- Taylor Ryan, Beauty and the beast (MMC uses a wheelchair)
- Teresa Medeiros, Yours until dawn (MMC is blind)
- Terri Brisbin, His ennemy’s daughter (FMC is blind)
- Terri Brisbin, The highlander’s substitute bride (FMC has an impaired arm)
- Tessa Dare, A night to surrender (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Tessa Dare, Romancing the duke (MMC is blind)
- Tessa Dare, The beauty and the blacksmith (FMC has asthma)
- Tessa Dare, Three night with a scoundrel (FMC is deaf)
- Tessa Dare, Twice tempted by a rogue (MMC has impaired fingers and leg)
- Theresa Romain, Fortune favors the wicked (MMC is blind)
- Theresa Romain, It takes two to tangle (MMC has an arm impairment)
- Vanessa Riley, A duke, a lady and a baby (MMC has a missing leg)
- Victoria Holt, Menfreya in the morning (FMC has a limp)
- Viola Grey, His hellion ward (MMC has a leg impairment)
- Virginia Heath, A warriner to rescue her (FMC has a leg impairment)
- Virginia Heath, How to woo a wallflower (FMC has a limp)
- Vivienne Lorret, This earl is on fire (FMC has a limp)
2024.01.03 07:22 itsallalittleblurry2 An Ever-Winding Road 4
And Bronson, from that day forward, was no longer Bron, but “Johnny Torch.” He didn’t seen to care for it. Which was irrelevant. WE did, which was the point.
We all acquired new names as time passed, I suppose. Or most of us. One could come about in any number of ways.
Say, in general: it might be a combination of a play on a name and perceived state of morality. A lass by the name of Maybelline might be called “Maybe”, while her more adventurous sister Delfinea is “Definitely.”
You begin to see how it works.
A new name might derive from one or more physical attributes. There was one young man, a dear friend of mine, who was of singularly unwholesome countenance. So naturally, to us all he was “Ug.”
It might have to do with unanswered questions. A whirlywind came through our tent city base camp in the desert once. Many things became airborne. Only four casualties, though. A broken leg from a falling tent pole, someone clipped in the head by a flying folding chair (we all knew at least He’d be all right), and two individuals who’d chosen an unfortunate moment to visit the row of portapotties a short distracting from the camp. None of them were happy.
But a pair of boxer drawers had been caught on an unuprooted tent guy line. Black silk, with small white whales cavorting upon them. With tiny, beady red eyes.
They went unclaimed, though a certain young Lieutenant we had fell under some scrutiny and suspicion.
Now, I had nothing at all against a good pair of silk boxers. In fact, I had at that time two pairs of my very own. I had found them, years before, to be quite comfortable, and to help prevent chafing. But mine were one pair each of Marine Corps green and red. There were limits. So I chose to not disclose that information out of personal pride. It would be immediately assumed that these were mine, and I wouldn’t want it thought that I had such embarrassingly garish taste.
So the identity of “Nancy” will remain forever unknown but to Nancy himself. Christened in absentia.
Or a given name might come about due to perceived character defect. “Brown nose buddy-fucking rat bastard sonofabitch!!” is probably self-explanatory. That young man was one of the Clumsiest individuals I’ve ever known. He fell down a lot, and was forever running into things. I have no explanation.
My own given name at Parris Island in the now distant past was “Shitforbrains.” I was christened quite early. Still in the olive drab green womb, as it were. For reasons that I choose at this time to not disclose.
But you know, I came in time to take great pride in it. I thought I might as well, since everything I did seemed only to reinforce the opinion. If you’re going to do something, then by George do it right! Don’t hold back. I have never been anything if not thorough and consistent. My Senior told me so. Myself personally. Often.
But suffice to say, when ordered to sound off with it, do not become confused from confusion, lack of sleep, and hereditary befuddlement, and then stand there in silence as time passes as slowly as sands through an hour glass, as in these the days of our lives, and try to remember: “What IS my last name?”
If you forget your old one, you then will be given a new one, and you may or may not like it. But own it, for it is now yours. You will be required to answer to it, and thereafter with it to yourself refer. So that you are never tempted to forget just what an idiot you really are.
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We all acquired new names as time passed, I suppose. Or most of us. One could come about in any number of ways.
Say, in general: it might be a combination of a play on a name and perceived state of morality. A lass by the name of Maybelline might be called “Maybe”, while her more adventurous sister Delfinea is “Definitely.”
You begin to see how it works.
A new name might derive from one or more physical attributes. There was one young man, a dear friend of mine, who was of singularly unwholesome countenance. So naturally, to us all he was “Ug.”
It might have to do with unanswered questions. A whirlywind came through our tent city base camp in the desert once. Many things became airborne. Only four casualties, though. A broken leg from a falling tent pole, someone clipped in the head by a flying folding chair (we all knew at least He’d be all right), and two individuals who’d chosen an unfortunate moment to visit the row of portapotties a short distracting from the camp. None of them were happy.
But a pair of boxer drawers had been caught on an unuprooted tent guy line. Black silk, with small white whales cavorting upon them. With tiny, beady red eyes.
They went unclaimed, though a certain young Lieutenant we had fell under some scrutiny and suspicion.
Now, I had nothing at all against a good pair of silk boxers. In fact, I had at that time two pairs of my very own. I had found them, years before, to be quite comfortable, and to help prevent chafing. But mine were one pair each of Marine Corps green and red. There were limits. So I chose to not disclose that information out of personal pride. It would be immediately assumed that these were mine, and I wouldn’t want it thought that I had such embarrassingly garish taste.
So the identity of “Nancy” will remain forever unknown but to Nancy himself. Christened in absentia.
Or a given name might come about due to perceived character defect. “Brown nose buddy-fucking rat bastard sonofabitch!!” is probably self-explanatory. That young man was one of the Clumsiest individuals I’ve ever known. He fell down a lot, and was forever running into things. I have no explanation.
My own given name at Parris Island in the now distant past was “Shitforbrains.” I was christened quite early. Still in the olive drab green womb, as it were. For reasons that I choose at this time to not disclose.
But you know, I came in time to take great pride in it. I thought I might as well, since everything I did seemed only to reinforce the opinion. If you’re going to do something, then by George do it right! Don’t hold back. I have never been anything if not thorough and consistent. My Senior told me so. Myself personally. Often.
But suffice to say, when ordered to sound off with it, do not become confused from confusion, lack of sleep, and hereditary befuddlement, and then stand there in silence as time passes as slowly as sands through an hour glass, as in these the days of our lives, and try to remember: “What IS my last name?”
If you forget your old one, you then will be given a new one, and you may or may not like it. But own it, for it is now yours. You will be required to answer to it, and thereafter with it to yourself refer. So that you are never tempted to forget just what an idiot you really are.
2023.12.31 12:29 yawningvoid28 Turner Classic Movies (U.S.) Daily Schedule for January, 2024.
MON JAN 01
(1:00AM) Fear of a Black Hat (1993/1h 23m/Comedy/Rusty Cundieff)
(2:45AM) The Kentucky Fried Movie (1977/1h 30m/Comedy/John Landis)
(4:15AM) Murder by Death (1976/1h 34m/Comedy/Robert Moore)
(6:00AM) Gojira (1954/1h 19m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(8:00AM) Godzilla Raids Again (1955/1h 18m/HorroMotoyoshi Odo)
(9:30AM) Mothra vs. Godzilla (1964/1h 30m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(11:15AM) Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster (1964/1h 25m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(1:00PM) Invasion of Astro-Monster (1965/1h 33m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(2:45PM) Ebirah, Horror of the Deep (1966/1h 27m/HorroJun Fukuda)
(4:30PM) Son of Godzilla (1967/1h 26m/HorroJun Fukuda)
(6:15PM) Destroy All Monsters (1969/1h 28m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(8:00PM) Monkey Business (1931/1h 17m/Comedy/Norman Mcleod)
(9:30PM) Horse Feathers (1932/1h 10m/Comedy/Norman Mcleod)
(10:45PM) A Night at the Opera (1935/1h 36m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
TUE JAN 02
(12:30AM) A Day at the Races (1937/1h 45m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(2:30AM) Room Service (1938/1h 18m/Comedy/William A. Seiter)
(4:00AM) At the Circus (1939/1h 27m/Comedy/Edward Buzzell)
(6:00AM) Children of the Damned (1964/1h 30m/HorroAnton M. Leader)
(7:45AM) The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964/1h 42m/Comedy/Arthur Lubin)
(9:30AM) 7 Faces of Dr. Lao (1964/1h 40m/HorroGeorge Pal)
(11:15AM) The Night of the Iguana (1964/2h 5m/Drama/John Huston)
(1:15PM) A Hard Day's Night (1964/1h 32m/Musical/Richard Lester)
(2:45PM) Murder Most Foul (1964/1h 30m/Mystery/George Pollock)
(4:30PM) Viva Las Vegas (1964/1h 26m/Musical/George Sidney)
(6:00PM) Sex and the Single Girl (1964/1h 54m/Comedy/Richard Quine)
(8:00PM) Out of the Past (1947/1h 37m/Film-NoiJacques Tourneur)
(9:45PM) The Big Steal (1949/1h 11m/Film-NoiDon Siegel)
(11:15PM) His Kind of Woman (1951/2h 2m/Film-NoiJohn Farrow)
WED JAN 03
(1:30AM) Angel Face (1953/1h 31m/Crime/Otto Preminger)
(3:15AM) Where Danger Lives (1950/1h 24m/Film-NoiJohn Farrow)
(4:45AM) The Racket (1951/1h 28m/Crime/John Cromwell)
(6:30AM) Crossfire (1947/1h 25m/Suspense/Edward Dmytryk)
(8:15AM) Macao (1952/1h 20m/Adventure/Josef Von Sternberg)
(9:45AM) Second Chance (1953/1h 22m/Film-NoiRudy Maté)
(11:15AM) The Locket (1946/1h 26m/Film-NoiJohn Brahm)
(1:00PM) Undercurrent (1946/1h 56m/Film-NoiVincente Minnelli)
(3:00PM) Andy Hardy Gets Spring Fever (1939/1h 25m/Comedy/W. S. Van Dyke II)
(4:30PM) Andy Hardy Meets Debutant (1940/1h 28m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(6:00PM) Andy Hardy's Blonde Trouble (1944/1h 47m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(8:00PM) It Happened One Night (1934/1h 45m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(10:30PM) The Awful Truth (1937/1h 30m/Comedy/Leo McCarey)
THU JAN 04
(12:15AM) You Can't Take It with You (1938/2h 0m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(2:30AM) Man's Castle (1933/1h 6m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(4:00AM) The Belle of Broadway (1926/55m/Drama/Harry O. Hoyt)
(5:00AM) Broadway Musketeers (1938/1h 2m/Drama/John Farrow)
(6:15AM) He Couldn't Say No (1938)/0h 57m/Comedy/Lew Seiler)
(7:15AM) Kid Nightingale (1939/0h 57m/Musical/George Amy)
(8:15AM) Miracle In The Rain (1956/1h 47m/Romance/Rudolph Maté)
(10:15AM) My Favorite Spy (1942/1h 26m/Musical/Tay Garnett)
(11:45AM) So Big (1953/1h 41m/Romance/Robert Wise)
(1:30PM) A Kiss in the Dark (1949/1h 28m/Comedy/Delmer Daves)
(3:00PM) The Body Disappears (1941/1h 12m/Comedy/D. Ross Lederman)
(4:15PM) The Doughgirls (1944/1h 42m/Comedy/James V. Kern)
(6:00PM) Johnny Belinda (1948/1h 42m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 1) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) A Place In The Sun (1952/2h 2m/Drama/George Stevens)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 1) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
FRI JAN 05
(2:30AM) City Lights (1931/1h 27m/Silent/Charles Chaplin)
(4:00AM) The Great Dictator (1940/2h 9m/Comedy/Charles Chaplin)
(6:15AM) Snow Birds (1932/0h 10m/Short/Jules White)
(6:30AM) Melody Cruise (1933/1h 16m/Musical/Mark Sandrich)
(8:00AM) King of Hockey (1936/0h 57m/Drama/Noel Smith)
(9:00AM) It’s A Pleasure! (1945/1h 30m/Musical/William A. Seiter)
(10:45AM) Ice Antics (1939/0h 9m/Short/David Miller)
(11:00AM) The Ice Follies of 1939 (1939/1h 23m/Musical/Reinhold Schunzel)
(12:30PM) Ice Aces (1948/0h 8m/Short/David Barclay)
(12:45PM) Silver Skates (1943/1h 15m/Musical/Leslie Goodwins)
(2:15PM) Suspense (1946/1h 40m/Suspense/Frank Tuttle)
(4:15PM) The Hunted (1948/1h 7m/Jack Bernhard)
(6:00PM) Ice Castles (1978/1h 49m/Drama/Donald Wrye)
(8:00PM) Moonstruck (1987/1h 42m/Comedy/Norman Jewison)
(10:00PM) The Apartment (1960/2h 5m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
SAT JAN 06
(12:15AM) Crossing Delancey (1988/1h 37m/Romance/Joan Micklin Silver)
(2:00AM) Sunday in New York (1963/1h 45m/Comedy/Peter Tewksbury)
4:00AM) The Clock (1945/1h 30m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(6:00AM) The Mayor of 44th Street (1942/1h 26m/Musical/Alfred E. Green)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Senor Droopy (1949/0h 8m/Animation/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:09AM) Believe It or Not #1 (1931/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:18AM) Chile "Land of Charm" (1937/0h 9m/Short/?)
(8:28AM) Father Is A Prince (1940/0h 57m/Drama/Noel Smith)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: Bodies Without Minds (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Dizzy Divers (1935/0h 7m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) Action in Arabia (1944/1h 12m/WaLeonide Moguy)
(11:30AM) Dark Shadows (1944/0h 21m/Short/Walter Hart)
(12:00PM) Dames (1934/1h 30m/Musical/Ray Enright)
(1:45PM) Stars in My Crown (1950/1h 29m/Western/Jacques Tourneur)
(3:30PM) Cast a Dark Shadow (1955/1h 25m/Film-NoiLewis Gilbert)
(5:00PM) Detour (1945/1h 8m/Film-NoiEdgar G. Ulmer)
(6:15PM) Going in Style (1979/1h 37m/Comedy/Martin Brest)
(8:00PM) Dominick and Eugene (1988/1h 51m/Drama/Robert M. Young)
(10:00PM) Rain Man (1988/2h 20m/Drama/Barry Levinson)
SUN JAN 07
(12:30AM) Pickup (1951/1h 18m/Film-NoiHugo Haas)
(2:15AM) This Is Spinal Tap (1984/1h 22m/Comedy/Rob Reiner)
(4:00AM) Eddie and the Cruisers (1983/1h 32m/Drama/Martin Davidsom)
(6:00AM) Snowed Under (1936/1h 3m/Comedy/Raymond Enright)
(7:15AM) Having Wonderful Time (1938/1h 11m/Comedy/Alfred Santell)
(8:30AM) One More Tomorrow (1946/1h 27m/Romance/Peter Godfrey)
(10:00AM) Pickup (1951/1h 18m/Film-NoiHugo Haas)
(11:45AM) If Winter Comes (1948/1h 37m/Drama/Victor Saville)
(1:30PM) The Sandpiper (1965/1h 56m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:45PM) The Gazebo (1960/1h 40m/Comedy/George Marshall)
(5:45PM) Deathtrap (1982/1h 55m/Comedy/Sidney Lumet)
(8:00PM) History Is Made at Night (1937/1h 37m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(10:00PM) Cluny Brown (1946/1h 40m/Comedy/Ernst Lubitsch)
MON JAN 08
(12:00AM) Bardelys the Magnificent (1926/1h 29m/Silent/King Vidor)
(2:00AM) The Vanishing (1988/1h 47m/HorroGeorge Sluizer)
(4:00AM) Insomnia (1997/1h 39m/Crime/Erik Skjoldbjµrg)
(6:00AM) Make Me A Star (1932/1h 10m/Comedy/Illiam Beaudine)
(7:45AM) A Star Is Born (1937/1h 51m/Romance/William A. Wellman)
(9:45AM) Dance, Girl, Dance (1940/1h 30m/Musical/Dorothy Arzner)
(11:30AM) Swing Time (1936/1h 45m/Musical/George Stevens)
(1:30PM) The Constant Nymph (1943/1h 52m/Romance/Edmund Goulding)
(3:30PM) Humoresque (1946/2h 3m/Romance/Jean Negulesco)
(5:45PM) Lust for Life (1956/2h 2m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) The Johnstown Flood (1926/1h 0m/Drama/Irving Cummings)
(9:15PM) Annie Laurie (1927/1h 40m/Silent/John S. Robertson)
(11:00PM) Film: The Living Record of Our Memory (2021/2h 0m/Documentary/Inés Toharia Terán)
TUE JAN 09
(1:15AM) America America (1963/2h 57m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(4:15AM) Wanda (1970/1h 41m/Drama/Barbara Loden)
(6:00AM) Broadway Rhythm (1944/1h 54m/Musical/Roy Del Ruth)
(8:00AM) The Singing Marine (1937/1h 45m/Musical/Ray Enright)
(10:00AM) Living in a Big Way (1947/1h 43m/Comedy/Gregory La Cava)
(12:00PM) Holiday in Mexico (1946/2h 7m/Musical/George Sidney)
(2:15PM) Three Little Words (1950/1h 42m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(4:00PM) My Sister Eileen (1955/1h 48m/Musical/Richard Quine)
(6:00PM) Merry Andrew (1958/1h 43m/Musical/Michael Kidd)
(8:00PM) River of No Return (1954/1h 31m/Western/Otto Preminger)
(9:45PM) Man With The Gun (1955/1h 23m/Western/Richard Wilson)
WED JAN 10
(1:30AM) The Lusty Men (1952/1h 53m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(3:30AM) Blood on the Moon (1948/1h 28m/Western/Robert Wise)
(5:15AM) Rachel and the Stranger (1948/1h 33m/Western/Norman Foster)
(7:00AM) The Wonderful Country (1959/1h 36m/Western/Robert Parrish)
(8:45AM) The Way West (1967/2h 2m/Western/Andfrew V. McLaglen)
(11:00AM) The Good Guys and the Bad Guys (1969/1h 31m/Comedy/Burt Kennedy)
(12:45PM) MGM Parade Show #16 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(1:30PM) Designing Woman (1957/1h 58m/Comedy/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:45PM) Now, Voyager (1942/1h 57m/Romance/Irving Rapper)
(6:00PM) The Philadelphia Story (1940/1h 51m/Comedy/George Cukor)
(8:00PM) Gilda (1946/1h 50m/Suspense/Charles Vidor)
(10:00PM) Born Yesterday (1950/1h 43m/Comedy/George Cukor)
THU JAN 11
(12:00AM) You Natzy Spy (1940/0h 18m/Short/Jules White)
(12:30AM) On The Waterfront (1954/1h 48m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(2:30AM) Ride Lonesome (1959/1h 14m/Western/Budd Boetticher)
(4:00AM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(6:15AM) Seven Seas to Calais (1962/1h 42m/Drama/Rudolph Maté)
(8:15AM) Young Cassidy (1965/1h 50m/Romance/Jack Cardiff)
(10:15AM) The Glass Bottom Boat (1966/1h 50m/Comedy/Frank Tashlin)
(12:15PM) Train Robbers (1973/1h 32m/Western/Burt Kennedy)
(2:00PM) The Liquidator (1966/1h 44m/Suspense/Jack Cardiff)
(4:00PM) Sunday in New York (1963/1h 45m/Comedy/Peter Tewksbury)
(6:00PM) The Time Machine (1960/1h 43m/Science-Fiction/George Pal)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 2) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) Citizen Kane (1941/1h 59m/Drama/Orson Welles)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 2) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
FRI JAN 12
(12:15AM) Network (1976/2h 1m/Drama/Sidney Lumet)
(2:30AM) The Miracle Worker (1962/1h 47m/Biography/Arthur Penn)
4:30AM) Casablanca (1942/1h 42m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15AM) The Saint in New York (1938/1h 12m/Mystery/Ben Holmes)
(7:45AM) The Saint Strikes Back (1939/1h 4m/Mystery/John Farrow)
(9:00AM) The Saint in London (1939/1h 12m/Mystery/John Paddy Carstairs)
(10:30AM) The Saint's Double Trouble (1940/1h 8m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(11:45AM) The Saint Takes Over (1940/1h 9m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(1:00PM) The Saint in Palm Springs (1941/1h 6m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(2:15PM) The Saint's Vacation (1941/1h/Mystery/Leslie Fenton)
(3:30PM) The Saint Meets the Tiger (1943/1h 10m/Mystery/Paul Stein)
(5:00PM) One Sunday Afternoon (1933/1h 10m/Romance/Stephen Roberts)
(6:15PM) The Strawberry Blonde (1941/1h 37m/Comedy/Raoul Walsh)
(8:00PM) Bullitt (1968/1h 54m/Crime/Peter Yates)
(10:00PM) Singin' in the Rain (1952/1h 43m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
SAT JAN 13
(12:00AM) The Tale of Zatoichi (1962/1h 35m/Action/Kenji Misumi)
(2:00AM) Eyes in the Night (1942/1h 20m/Suspense/Fred Zinnemann)
(3:30AM) Night Song (1947/1h 42m/Drama/John Cromwell)
(6:00AM) On the Town (1949/1h 38m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: A Rainy Day (1940/0h 7m/Animation/Hugh Harman)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #2 (1931/0h 7m/Short/Robert L Ripley)
(8:16AM) Czechoslovakia on Parade (1938/0h 9m/Short/?)
(8:26AM) Pirates of the Prairie (1942/0h 57m/Western/Howard Bretherton)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: Broken Barriers (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Adventures of Popeye (1935/0h 7m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:09AM) The Affairs of Annabel (1938/1h 15m/Comedy/Ben Stoloff)
(11:30AM) Don't Talk (1942/0h 21m/Drama/Joseph Newman)
(12:00PM) Cabin in the Sky (1943/1h 38m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(2:00PM) Knights of the Round Table (1953/1h 55m/Romance/Richard Thorpe)
(4:15PM) Knute Rockne: All American (1940/1h 38m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(6:00PM) Up Periscope (1959/1h 51m/WaGordon Douglas)
(8:00PM) Mississippi Burning (1988/2h 5m/Drama/Alan Parker)
(10:00PM) Stealing Home (1988/1h 38m/Drama/Steven Kampmann)
(10:15PM) The Boston Strangler (1968/1h 56m/Suspense/Mystery/Richard Fleischer)
SUN JAN 14
(12:00AM) I Died A Thousand Times (1955/1h 49m/Film-NoiStuart Heisler)
(2:15AM) Raging Bull (1980/2h 9m/Drama/Martin Scorsese)
(4:30AM) The Set-Up (1949/1h 12m/Film-NoiRobert Wise)
(6:00AM) Dead Ringer (1964/1h 55m/Suspense/Paul Henreid)
(8:00AM) A Stolen Life (1946/1h 47m/Romance/Curtis Bernhardt)
(10:00AM) I Died A Thousand Times (1955/1h 49m/Film-NoiStuart Heisler)
(12:15PM) The Clock (1945/1h 30m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(2:00PM) Theodora Goes Wild (1936/1h 35m/Comedy/Richard Boleslawski)
(3:45PM) The Mating Game (1959/1h 37m/Comedy/George Marshall)
(5:30PM) Gypsy (1962/2h 29m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(8:00PM) Baby Boom (1987/1h 43m/Comedy/Charles Shyer)
(10:00PM) Father of the Bride (1991/1h 45m/Comedy/Charles Shyer)
MON JAN 15
(12:00AM) For Heaven's Sake (1926/0h 57m/Silent/Sam Taylor)
(12:00AM) Grandma's Boy (1922/0h 56m/Silent/Fred Newmeyer)
(2:00AM) The Golden Coach (1953/1h 41m/Comedy/Jean Renoir)
(4:00AM) The Rules of the Game (1939/1h 53m/Drama/Jean Renoir)
(6:00AM) A Warm December (1972/1h 39m/Romance/Sidney Poitier)
(8:00AM) Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967/1h 48m/Comedy/Stanley Kramer)
(10:00AM) In the Heat of the Night (1967/1h 49m/Suspense/Norman Jewison)
(12:00PM) A Patch Of Blue (1965/1h 45m/Drama/Guy Green)
(2:00PM) Lilies of the Field (1963/1h 34m/Comedy/Ralph Nelson)
(4:00PM) The Defiant Ones (1958/1h 37m/Drama/Stanley Kramer)
(6:00PM) No Way Out (1950/1h 46m/Drama/Joseph L. Mankiewicz)
(8:00PM) King: A Filmed Record... Montgomery to Memphis (1970/2h 33m/Documentary/Sidney Lumet)
(11:15) I Am Not Your Negro (2016/Documentary/Raoul Peck)
TUE JAN 16
(1:00AM) Crisis: Behind a Presidential Commitment (1963/0h 58m/Documentary/Robert Drew)
(2:00AM) Freedom on My Mind (1994/1h 45m/Documentary/Connie Field)
(4:00AM) Paul Robeson: Tribute to an Artist (1979/Biography/Saul J. Turell)
(4:30AM) Song of Freedom (1936/1h 15m/Musical/J. Edgar Willis)
(6:00AM) She's Working Her Way Through College (1952/1h 41m/Musical/Bruce Humberstone)
(8:00AM) Kismet (1955/1h 53m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(10:00AM) Lovely To Look At (1952/1h 45m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(12:00PM) Two Weeks with Love (1950/1h 32m/Musical/Roy Rowland)
(2:00PM) Easy to Love (1953/1h 36m/Musical/Charles Walters)
(4:00PM) Tea for Two (1950/1h 38m/Musical/David Butler)
(6:00PM) Annie Get Your Gun (1950/1h 47m/Musical/George Sidney)
(8:00PM) The Story of G.I. Joe (1945/1h 49m/WaWilliam A. Wellman)
(10:00PM) The Enemy Below (1957/1h 38m/WaDick Powell)
(11:45PM) Anzio (1968/1h 57m/WaEdward Dmytryk)
WED JAN 17
(1:45AM) The Longest Day (1962/3h 0m/WaKen Annakin)
(4:45AM) Till The End of Time (1946/1h 45m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(6:45AM) One Minute to Zero (1952/1h 45m/WaTay Garnett)
(8:45AM) The Angry Hills (1959/1h 45m/Suspense/Robert Aldrich)
(10:30AM) Rampage (1963/1h 38m/Drama/Phil Karlson)
(12:15PM) Kim (1951/1h 53m/Adventure/Victor Saville)
(2:15PM) Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book (1942/1h 49m/Adventure/Zoltan Korda)
(4:15PM) Captains Courageous (1937/1h 56m/Drama/Victor Fleming)
(6:15PM) Soldiers Three (1951/1h 27m/Adventure/Tay Garnett)
(8:00PM) Lawrence of Arabia (1962/3h 46m/Adventure/David Lean)
THU JAN 18
(12:00AM) Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977/2h 15m/Science-Fiction/Steven Spielberg)
(2:30AM) Taxi Driver (1976/1h 52m/Drama/Martin Scorsese)
(4:30AM) Funny Girl (1968/2h 35m/Musical/William Wyler)
(7:15AM) The China Syndrome (1979/2h 2m/Drama/James Bridges)
(9:30AM) Force of Arms (1951/1h 39m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(11:30AM) Operation Pacific (1951/1h 31m/WaGeorge Waggner)
(1:15PM) Cry 'Havoc’ (1944/1h 37m/WaRichard Thorpe)
(3:00PM) Homecoming (1948/1h 52m/Romance/Mervyn Le Roy)
(5:00PM) The Best Years Of Our Lives (1946/2h 52m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 3) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) The Big Lebowski (1998/1h 57m/Comedy/Joel Coen)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 3) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
FRI JAN 19
(12:15AM) Paths of Glory (1958/1h 26m/Drama/Stanley Kubrick)
(2:00AM) A Night at the Opera (1935/1h 36m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(4:00AM) Modern Times (1936/1h 27m/Silent/Charlie Chaplin)
(6:00AM) Jalopy (1953/1h 2m/Comedy/William Beaudine)
(7:15AM) Earthworm Tractors (1936/1h 3m/Comedy/Raymond Enright)
(8:30AM) Fast Life (1932/1h 24m/Comedy/Harry Pollard)
(10:00AM) Excuse My Dust (1951/1h 22m/Comedy/Roy Rowland)
(11:30AM) Flying Down to Rio (1933/1h 29m/Musical/Thornton Freeland)
(1:15PM) The Bride Came C.O.D. (1941/1h 32m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(3:00PM) Tugboat Annie (1933/1h 27m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:30PM) The Old Dark House (1963/1h 26m/Comedy/William Castle)
(6:00PM) Corvette Summer (1978/1h 45m/Adventure/Matthew Robbins)
(8:00PM) Best in Show (2000/1h 30m/Comedy/Christopher Guest)
(9:45PM) The Kennel Murder Case (1933/1h 13m/Mystery/Michael Curtiz)
(11:15PM) It's a Dog's Life (1955/1h 26m/Comedy/Herman Hoffman)
SAT JAN 20
(1:00AM) The Black Marble (1980/1h 53m/Comedy/Harold Becker)
(3:00AM) Hold That Kiss (1938/1h 15m/Comedy/Edwin L. Marin)
(4:30AM) My Pal, Wolf (1944/1h 15m/Drama/Alfred Werker)
(6:00AM) City for Conquest (1940.1h 41m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Officer Pooch (1941/0h 8m/Animation/Joseph Barbera)
(8:09AM) Believe It or Not #3 (1931/0h 7m/Short/?)
(8:17AM) Egypt Speaks (1951/0h 8m/Short/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(8:27AM) Arizona Legion (1939/0h 58m/Western/David Howard)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: A Prince in Bondage (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: The Spinach Overture (1935/0h 8m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:09AM) After Office Hours (1935/1h 15m/Mystery/Robert Z. Leonard)
(11:30AM) Double or Nothing (1939/0h 18m/Short/Roy Mack)
(12:00PM) Rock 'N' Roll High School (1979/1h 33m/Musical/Allan Arkush)
(2:00PM) Blackboard Jungle (1955/1h 41m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(4:00PM) Every Which Way but Loose (1978/1h 54m/Comedy/James Fargo)
(6:00PM) The Late Show (1977/1h 34m/Comedy/Robert Benton)
(8:00PM) Tea And Sympathy (1956/2h 2m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(10:15PM) The Gypsy Moths (1969/1h 50m/Drama/John Frankenheimer)
SUN JAN 21
(12:15AM) Stage Fright (1950/1h 50m/Film-NoiAlfred Hitchcock)
(2:15AM) Hangmen Also Die (1943/2h 11m/WaFritz Lang)
(4:30AM) Fury (1936/1h 34m/Drama/Fritz Lang)
(6:15AM) When The Boys Meet The Girls (1965/1h 50m/Musical/Alvin Ganzer)
(8:00AM) Get Yourself A College Girl (1964/1h 26m/Musical/Sidney Miller)
(10:00AM) Stage Fright (1950/1h 50m/Film-NoiAlfred Hitchcock)
(12:15PM) Idiot's Delight (1939/1h 45m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(2:15PM) I Know Where I'm Going (1945/1h 32m/Romance/Michael Powell)
(4:00PM) A Life of Her Own (1950/1h 48m/Drama/George Cukor)
(6:00PM) Nora Prentiss (1947/1h 51m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(8:00PM) Twentieth Century (1934/1h 31m/Comedy/Howard Hawks)
(10:00PM) The Heiress (1949/1h 55m/Drama/William Wyler)
MON JAN 22
(12:00AM) Too Many Kisses (1925/1h 0m/Comedy/Paul Sloane)
(12:00AM) Spring Fever (1927/1h 0m/Silent/Edward Sedgwick)
(2:00AM) Babette's Feast (1987/1h 45m/Comedy/Gabriel Axel)
(4:00AM) Au Revoir les Enfants (1987/1h 44m/Drama/Louis Malle)
(6:00AM) China Seas (1935/1h 30m/Adventure/Tay Garnett)
(7:30AM) At The Circus (1939/1h 27m/Comedy/Edward Buzzell)
(9:00AM) House of Wax (1953/1h 28m/HorroAndre De Toth)
(10:45AM) The Charge of the Light Brigade (1936/1h 56m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(1:00PM) The Face of Fu Manchu (1965/1h 36m/HorroDon Sharp)
(2:45PM) Convicts 4 (1962/1h 45m/Drama/Millard Kaufman)
(4:45PM) The Thief of Bagdad (1940/1h 46m/Adventure/Ludwig Berger)
(6:45PM) Man Alive (1946/1h 10m/Comedy/Ray Enright)
(8:00PM) The Producers (1967/1h 28m/Comedy/Mel Brooks)
(9:45PM) Sophie's Choice (1982/2h 37m/Drama/Alan J. Pakula)
TUE JAN 23
(12:30AM) Klute (1971/1h 54m/Mystery/Alan J. Pakula)
(2:30AM) The Times of Harvey Milk (1984/1h 27m/Documentary/Robert Epstein)
(4:15AM) Paragraph 175 (2000/1h 21m/Documentary/Robert Epstein)
(6:00AM) The Eyes of Orson Welles (2018/Documentary/Mark Cousins)
(8:00AM) F for Fake (1973/1h 25m/Documentary/Orson Welles)
(9:30AM) Catalina Caper (1967/1h 7m/Comedy/Lee Sholem)
(11:00AM) Pirate Party on Catalina Isle (1935/0h 19m/Short/?)
(11:30AM) You Said A Mouthful (1932/1h 15m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(1:00PM) Murder on a Honeymoon (1935/1h 14m//Mystery/Lloyd Corrigan)
(2:30PM) The Impossible Years (1968/1h 38m/Comedy/Michael Gordon)
(4:30PM) You're Only Young Once (1938/1h 18m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(6:00PM) The Glass Bottom Boat (1966/1h 50m/Comedy/Frank Tashlin)
(8:00PM) The Night of the Hunter (1955/1h 33m/Suspense/Charles Laughton)
(9:45PM) Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (1957/1h 47m/Adventure/John Huston)
(11:45PM) Thunder Road (1958/1h 34m/Adventure/Arthur Ripley)
WED JAN 24
(1:30AM) Two For The Seesaw (1962/2h 0m/Comedy/Robert Wise)
(3:45AM) Not As a Stranger (1955/2h 15m/Drama/Stanley Kramer)
(6:15AM) My Forbidden Past (1951/1h 21m/Drama/Robert Stevenson)
(7:30AM) She Couldn't Say No (1954/1h 29m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(9:15AM) Home from the Hill (1960/2h 30m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(12:00PM) The Sundowners (1960/2h 13m/Drama/Fred Zinnemann)
(2:30PM) Holiday Affair (1949/1h 27m/Romance/Don Hartman)
(4:00PM) Desire Me (1947/1h 31m/Romance/George Cukor)
(5:45PM) Bells Are Ringing (1960/2h 7m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) Gandhi (1982/3h 8m/Biography/Richard Attenborough)
(11:30PM) Philadelphia (1993/1h 59m/Drama/Jonathan Demme)
THU JAN 25
(2:00AM) One False Move (1991/1h 45m/Drama/Carl Franklin)
(4:00AM) The Last Emperor (1987/2h 43m/Drama/Bernardo Bertolucci)
(7:00AM) Night into Morning (1951/1h 26m/Drama/Fletcher Markle)
(8:45AM) Days of Wine and Roses (1962/1h 57m/Drama/Blake Edwards)
(10:45AM) A Star Is Born (1954/2h 56m/Musical/George Cukor)
(1:45PM) Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958/1h 48m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(3:45PM) Two Weeks In Another Town (1962/1h 47m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(5:45PM) Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966/2h 11m/Drama/Mike Nichols)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film – Episode 4: Heroes and Villains (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) Shane (1953/1h 58m/Western/George Stevens)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film – Episode 4: Heroes and Villains (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
FRI JAN 26
(12:15AM) Psycho (1960/1h 49m/HorroAlfred Hitchcock)
(2:30AM) King Kong (1933/1h 40m/HorroMerian C. Cooper and Ernest Schoedsack)
(4:15AM) Mildred Pierce (1945/1h 53m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15AM) The Wagons Roll At Night (1941/1h 24m/Drama/Ray Enright)
(8:00AM) The Hard Way (1942/1h 49m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(10:00AM) The Sky's The Limit (1943/1h 29m/Musical/Edward H. Griffith)
(11:45AM) Rhapsody in Blue (1945/2h 19m/Musical/Irving Rapper)
(2:15PM) Janie Gets Married (1946/1h 29m/Comedy/Vincent Sherman)
(4:00PM) Two Guys From Milwaukee (1946/1h 30m/Comedy/David Butler)
(6:00PM) Repeat Performance (1947/1h 33m/Drama/Alfred Werker)
(8:00PM) Nichols and May: Take Two (1996/2h 0m/Documentary/Phillip Schopper)
(10:15PM) A New Leaf (1971/1h 42m/Comedy/Elaine May)
SAT JAN 27
(12:15AM) Mikey and Nicky (1976/1h 46m/Drama/Elaine May)
(2:15AM) Ishtar (1987/1h 45m/Comedy/Elaine May)
(4:15AM) Kaleidoscope (1966/1h 43m/Comedy/Jack Smight)
(6:00AM) Village Of Daughters (1962/1h 26m/Comedy/George Pollock)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Hound Hunters (1947/0h 7m/Animation/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #4 (1932/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:17AM) In Old Amsterdam (1949//0h 9m/Documentary/Ralph F. Donaldson)
(8:27AM) Lawless Valley (1939/0h 59m/Western/David Howard)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: War of the Planets (1939/HorroSerial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Vim, Vigor & Vitaliky (1936/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) Alias a Gentleman (19 48/1h 16m/Comedy/Harry Beaumont)
(11:30AM) Heavenly Music (1943/0h 22m/Short/Josef Berne)
(12:00PM) Shoah (1985/9h 26m/Documentary/Claude Lanzmann)
(9:45PM) Filmmakers For The Prosecution (2021/0h 59m/Documentary/Jean-Christophe Klotz)
(11:00PM) Nuremberg (1948/1h 18m/Documentary/Stuart Schulberg)
SUN JAN 28
(12:30AM) Woman In Hiding (1950/1h 32m/Drama/Michael Gordon)
(2:00AM) The Children's Hour (1961/1h 47m/Drama/William Wyler)
(4:00AM) Two Loves (1961/1h 40m/Romance/Charles Walters)
(6:00AM) Rich and Famous (1981/1h 57m/Comedy/George Cukor)
8:15AM) Just the Way You Are (1984/1h 35m/Comedy/Edouard Molinaro)
10:00AM) Woman In Hiding (1950/1h 32m/Drama/Michael Gordon)
(12:00PM) Love Crazy (1941/1h 40m/Comedy/Jack Conway)
(2:00PM) Gay Purr-ee (1962/1h 26m/Musical/Abe Levitow)
(3:45PM) Silk Stockings (1957/1h 57m/Musical/Rouben Mamoulian)
(6:00PM) Jezebel (1938/1h 44m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) Why Be Good? (1929/1h 21m/Comedy/William A. Seiter)
(9:30PM) The Scarlet Letter (1934/1h 10m/Drama/Robert G. Vignola)
(10:45PM) Success at Any Price (1934/1h 14m/Drama/J. Walter Ruben)
MON JAN 29
(12:15AM) Sparrows (1926/1h 49m/Silent/William Beaudine)
(2:00AM) Conflagration (1958/1h 38m/Drama/Kon Ichikawa)
(4:00AM) Being Two Isn't Easy (1962/1h 28m/Comedy/Kon Ichikawa)
(6:00AM) Should Ladies Behave? (1933/1h 27m/Comedy/Harry Beaumont)
(7:30AM) The Common Law (1932/1h 15m/Drama/Paul L. Stein)
(9:00AM) Ex-Lady (1933/1h 5m/Drama/Robert Florey)
(10:15AM) Third Finger, Left Hand (1940/1h 36m/Comedy/Robert Z. Leonard)
(12:00PM) Biography of a Bachelor Girl (1935/1h 25m/Comedy/Edward H. Griffith)
(1:30PM) Live, Love and Learn (1937/1h 18m/Comedy/Geo. Fitzmaurice)
(3:00PM) The Girl from Jones Beach (1949/1h 18m/Comedy/Peter Godfrey)
(4:30PM) Adventure in Baltimore (1949/1h 29m/Comedy/Richard Wallace)
(6:15PM) The Light Touch (1951/1h 33m/Crime/Richard Brooks)
(8:00PM) Children of a Lesser God (1986/1h 50m/Drama/Randa Haines)
(10:15PM) Bonnie and Clyde (1967/1h 51m/Crime/Arthur Penn)
TUES JAN 30
(12:15AM) Shampoo (1975/1h 49m/Comedy/Hal Ashby)
(2:15AM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(4:30AM) Black Legion (1937/1h 20m/Suspense/Archie L. Mayo)
(6:00AM) MGM Parade Show #16 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:30AM) West Point (1928/1h 31m/Silent/Edward Sedgwick)
(8:30AM) They Died with Their Boots On (1941/2h 18m/Western/Raoul Walsh)
(11:00AM) West Point on the Hudson (1942/0h 8m/Documentary/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(11:15AM) Rosalie (1937/2h 2m/Musical/W. S. Van Dyke II)-
(1:30PM) Flirtation Walk (1934/1h 37m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(3:30PM) The West Point Story (1950/1h 47m/Musical/Roy Del Ruth)
(5:30PM) The Long Gray Line (1955/2h 18m/Drama/John Ford)
(8:00PM) The Grass Is Greener (1961/1h 45m/Stanley Donen)
(10:00PM) Cape Fear (1962/1h 45m/Suspense/J. Lee Thompson)
WED JAN 31
(2:00AM) Farewell, My Lovely (1975/1h 37m/Film-NoiDick Richards)
(3:45AM) Ryan's Daughter (1970/3h 26m/Drama/David Lean)
(7:15AM) The Yakuza (1974/1h 52m/Crime/Sydney Pollack)
(9:15AM) Going Home (1971/1h 37m/Drama/Herbert B. Leonard)
(11:00AM) The Wrath of God (1972/1h 51m/Western/Ralph Nelson)
(1:00PM) Tarzan, the Ape Man (1981/1h 52m/Action/John Derek)
(3:00PM) Tarzan And His Mate (1934/1h 45m/Adventure/Cedric Gibbons)
(5:00PM) Mighty Joe Young (1949/1h 34m/Adventure/Ernest B. Schoedsack)
(6:45PM) The Gorilla (1939/0h 59m/Comedy/Allan Dwan)
(8:00PM) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000/2h 0m/Action/Ang Lee)
(10:15PM) Something's Gotta Give (2003/2h 3m/RomCom/Nancy Meyers)
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(1:00AM) Fear of a Black Hat (1993/1h 23m/Comedy/Rusty Cundieff)
(2:45AM) The Kentucky Fried Movie (1977/1h 30m/Comedy/John Landis)
(4:15AM) Murder by Death (1976/1h 34m/Comedy/Robert Moore)
(6:00AM) Gojira (1954/1h 19m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(8:00AM) Godzilla Raids Again (1955/1h 18m/HorroMotoyoshi Odo)
(9:30AM) Mothra vs. Godzilla (1964/1h 30m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(11:15AM) Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster (1964/1h 25m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(1:00PM) Invasion of Astro-Monster (1965/1h 33m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(2:45PM) Ebirah, Horror of the Deep (1966/1h 27m/HorroJun Fukuda)
(4:30PM) Son of Godzilla (1967/1h 26m/HorroJun Fukuda)
(6:15PM) Destroy All Monsters (1969/1h 28m/HorroIshirô Honda)
(8:00PM) Monkey Business (1931/1h 17m/Comedy/Norman Mcleod)
(9:30PM) Horse Feathers (1932/1h 10m/Comedy/Norman Mcleod)
(10:45PM) A Night at the Opera (1935/1h 36m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(12:30AM) A Day at the Races (1937/1h 45m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(2:30AM) Room Service (1938/1h 18m/Comedy/William A. Seiter)
(4:00AM) At the Circus (1939/1h 27m/Comedy/Edward Buzzell)
(6:00AM) Children of the Damned (1964/1h 30m/HorroAnton M. Leader)
(7:45AM) The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964/1h 42m/Comedy/Arthur Lubin)
(9:30AM) 7 Faces of Dr. Lao (1964/1h 40m/HorroGeorge Pal)
(11:15AM) The Night of the Iguana (1964/2h 5m/Drama/John Huston)
(1:15PM) A Hard Day's Night (1964/1h 32m/Musical/Richard Lester)
(2:45PM) Murder Most Foul (1964/1h 30m/Mystery/George Pollock)
(4:30PM) Viva Las Vegas (1964/1h 26m/Musical/George Sidney)
(6:00PM) Sex and the Single Girl (1964/1h 54m/Comedy/Richard Quine)
(8:00PM) Out of the Past (1947/1h 37m/Film-NoiJacques Tourneur)
(9:45PM) The Big Steal (1949/1h 11m/Film-NoiDon Siegel)
(11:15PM) His Kind of Woman (1951/2h 2m/Film-NoiJohn Farrow)
(1:30AM) Angel Face (1953/1h 31m/Crime/Otto Preminger)
(3:15AM) Where Danger Lives (1950/1h 24m/Film-NoiJohn Farrow)
(4:45AM) The Racket (1951/1h 28m/Crime/John Cromwell)
(6:30AM) Crossfire (1947/1h 25m/Suspense/Edward Dmytryk)
(8:15AM) Macao (1952/1h 20m/Adventure/Josef Von Sternberg)
(9:45AM) Second Chance (1953/1h 22m/Film-NoiRudy Maté)
(11:15AM) The Locket (1946/1h 26m/Film-NoiJohn Brahm)
(1:00PM) Undercurrent (1946/1h 56m/Film-NoiVincente Minnelli)
(3:00PM) Andy Hardy Gets Spring Fever (1939/1h 25m/Comedy/W. S. Van Dyke II)
(4:30PM) Andy Hardy Meets Debutant (1940/1h 28m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(6:00PM) Andy Hardy's Blonde Trouble (1944/1h 47m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(8:00PM) It Happened One Night (1934/1h 45m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(10:30PM) The Awful Truth (1937/1h 30m/Comedy/Leo McCarey)
(12:15AM) You Can't Take It with You (1938/2h 0m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(2:30AM) Man's Castle (1933/1h 6m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(4:00AM) The Belle of Broadway (1926/55m/Drama/Harry O. Hoyt)
(5:00AM) Broadway Musketeers (1938/1h 2m/Drama/John Farrow)
(6:15AM) He Couldn't Say No (1938)/0h 57m/Comedy/Lew Seiler)
(7:15AM) Kid Nightingale (1939/0h 57m/Musical/George Amy)
(8:15AM) Miracle In The Rain (1956/1h 47m/Romance/Rudolph Maté)
(10:15AM) My Favorite Spy (1942/1h 26m/Musical/Tay Garnett)
(11:45AM) So Big (1953/1h 41m/Romance/Robert Wise)
(1:30PM) A Kiss in the Dark (1949/1h 28m/Comedy/Delmer Daves)
(3:00PM) The Body Disappears (1941/1h 12m/Comedy/D. Ross Lederman)
(4:15PM) The Doughgirls (1944/1h 42m/Comedy/James V. Kern)
(6:00PM) Johnny Belinda (1948/1h 42m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 1) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) A Place In The Sun (1952/2h 2m/Drama/George Stevens)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 1) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(2:30AM) City Lights (1931/1h 27m/Silent/Charles Chaplin)
(4:00AM) The Great Dictator (1940/2h 9m/Comedy/Charles Chaplin)
(6:15AM) Snow Birds (1932/0h 10m/Short/Jules White)
(6:30AM) Melody Cruise (1933/1h 16m/Musical/Mark Sandrich)
(8:00AM) King of Hockey (1936/0h 57m/Drama/Noel Smith)
(9:00AM) It’s A Pleasure! (1945/1h 30m/Musical/William A. Seiter)
(10:45AM) Ice Antics (1939/0h 9m/Short/David Miller)
(11:00AM) The Ice Follies of 1939 (1939/1h 23m/Musical/Reinhold Schunzel)
(12:30PM) Ice Aces (1948/0h 8m/Short/David Barclay)
(12:45PM) Silver Skates (1943/1h 15m/Musical/Leslie Goodwins)
(2:15PM) Suspense (1946/1h 40m/Suspense/Frank Tuttle)
(4:15PM) The Hunted (1948/1h 7m/Jack Bernhard)
(6:00PM) Ice Castles (1978/1h 49m/Drama/Donald Wrye)
(8:00PM) Moonstruck (1987/1h 42m/Comedy/Norman Jewison)
(10:00PM) The Apartment (1960/2h 5m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(12:15AM) Crossing Delancey (1988/1h 37m/Romance/Joan Micklin Silver)
(2:00AM) Sunday in New York (1963/1h 45m/Comedy/Peter Tewksbury)
4:00AM) The Clock (1945/1h 30m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(6:00AM) The Mayor of 44th Street (1942/1h 26m/Musical/Alfred E. Green)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Senor Droopy (1949/0h 8m/Animation/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:09AM) Believe It or Not #1 (1931/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:18AM) Chile "Land of Charm" (1937/0h 9m/Short/?)
(8:28AM) Father Is A Prince (1940/0h 57m/Drama/Noel Smith)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: Bodies Without Minds (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Dizzy Divers (1935/0h 7m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) Action in Arabia (1944/1h 12m/WaLeonide Moguy)
(11:30AM) Dark Shadows (1944/0h 21m/Short/Walter Hart)
(12:00PM) Dames (1934/1h 30m/Musical/Ray Enright)
(1:45PM) Stars in My Crown (1950/1h 29m/Western/Jacques Tourneur)
(3:30PM) Cast a Dark Shadow (1955/1h 25m/Film-NoiLewis Gilbert)
(5:00PM) Detour (1945/1h 8m/Film-NoiEdgar G. Ulmer)
(6:15PM) Going in Style (1979/1h 37m/Comedy/Martin Brest)
(8:00PM) Dominick and Eugene (1988/1h 51m/Drama/Robert M. Young)
(10:00PM) Rain Man (1988/2h 20m/Drama/Barry Levinson)
(12:30AM) Pickup (1951/1h 18m/Film-NoiHugo Haas)
(2:15AM) This Is Spinal Tap (1984/1h 22m/Comedy/Rob Reiner)
(4:00AM) Eddie and the Cruisers (1983/1h 32m/Drama/Martin Davidsom)
(6:00AM) Snowed Under (1936/1h 3m/Comedy/Raymond Enright)
(7:15AM) Having Wonderful Time (1938/1h 11m/Comedy/Alfred Santell)
(8:30AM) One More Tomorrow (1946/1h 27m/Romance/Peter Godfrey)
(10:00AM) Pickup (1951/1h 18m/Film-NoiHugo Haas)
(11:45AM) If Winter Comes (1948/1h 37m/Drama/Victor Saville)
(1:30PM) The Sandpiper (1965/1h 56m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:45PM) The Gazebo (1960/1h 40m/Comedy/George Marshall)
(5:45PM) Deathtrap (1982/1h 55m/Comedy/Sidney Lumet)
(8:00PM) History Is Made at Night (1937/1h 37m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(10:00PM) Cluny Brown (1946/1h 40m/Comedy/Ernst Lubitsch)
(12:00AM) Bardelys the Magnificent (1926/1h 29m/Silent/King Vidor)
(2:00AM) The Vanishing (1988/1h 47m/HorroGeorge Sluizer)
(4:00AM) Insomnia (1997/1h 39m/Crime/Erik Skjoldbjµrg)
(6:00AM) Make Me A Star (1932/1h 10m/Comedy/Illiam Beaudine)
(7:45AM) A Star Is Born (1937/1h 51m/Romance/William A. Wellman)
(9:45AM) Dance, Girl, Dance (1940/1h 30m/Musical/Dorothy Arzner)
(11:30AM) Swing Time (1936/1h 45m/Musical/George Stevens)
(1:30PM) The Constant Nymph (1943/1h 52m/Romance/Edmund Goulding)
(3:30PM) Humoresque (1946/2h 3m/Romance/Jean Negulesco)
(5:45PM) Lust for Life (1956/2h 2m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) The Johnstown Flood (1926/1h 0m/Drama/Irving Cummings)
(9:15PM) Annie Laurie (1927/1h 40m/Silent/John S. Robertson)
(11:00PM) Film: The Living Record of Our Memory (2021/2h 0m/Documentary/Inés Toharia Terán)
(1:15AM) America America (1963/2h 57m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(4:15AM) Wanda (1970/1h 41m/Drama/Barbara Loden)
(6:00AM) Broadway Rhythm (1944/1h 54m/Musical/Roy Del Ruth)
(8:00AM) The Singing Marine (1937/1h 45m/Musical/Ray Enright)
(10:00AM) Living in a Big Way (1947/1h 43m/Comedy/Gregory La Cava)
(12:00PM) Holiday in Mexico (1946/2h 7m/Musical/George Sidney)
(2:15PM) Three Little Words (1950/1h 42m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(4:00PM) My Sister Eileen (1955/1h 48m/Musical/Richard Quine)
(6:00PM) Merry Andrew (1958/1h 43m/Musical/Michael Kidd)
(8:00PM) River of No Return (1954/1h 31m/Western/Otto Preminger)
(9:45PM) Man With The Gun (1955/1h 23m/Western/Richard Wilson)
(1:30AM) The Lusty Men (1952/1h 53m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(3:30AM) Blood on the Moon (1948/1h 28m/Western/Robert Wise)
(5:15AM) Rachel and the Stranger (1948/1h 33m/Western/Norman Foster)
(7:00AM) The Wonderful Country (1959/1h 36m/Western/Robert Parrish)
(8:45AM) The Way West (1967/2h 2m/Western/Andfrew V. McLaglen)
(11:00AM) The Good Guys and the Bad Guys (1969/1h 31m/Comedy/Burt Kennedy)
(12:45PM) MGM Parade Show #16 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(1:30PM) Designing Woman (1957/1h 58m/Comedy/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:45PM) Now, Voyager (1942/1h 57m/Romance/Irving Rapper)
(6:00PM) The Philadelphia Story (1940/1h 51m/Comedy/George Cukor)
(8:00PM) Gilda (1946/1h 50m/Suspense/Charles Vidor)
(10:00PM) Born Yesterday (1950/1h 43m/Comedy/George Cukor)
(12:00AM) You Natzy Spy (1940/0h 18m/Short/Jules White)
(12:30AM) On The Waterfront (1954/1h 48m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(2:30AM) Ride Lonesome (1959/1h 14m/Western/Budd Boetticher)
(4:00AM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(6:15AM) Seven Seas to Calais (1962/1h 42m/Drama/Rudolph Maté)
(8:15AM) Young Cassidy (1965/1h 50m/Romance/Jack Cardiff)
(10:15AM) The Glass Bottom Boat (1966/1h 50m/Comedy/Frank Tashlin)
(12:15PM) Train Robbers (1973/1h 32m/Western/Burt Kennedy)
(2:00PM) The Liquidator (1966/1h 44m/Suspense/Jack Cardiff)
(4:00PM) Sunday in New York (1963/1h 45m/Comedy/Peter Tewksbury)
(6:00PM) The Time Machine (1960/1h 43m/Science-Fiction/George Pal)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 2) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) Citizen Kane (1941/1h 59m/Drama/Orson Welles)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 2) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(12:15AM) Network (1976/2h 1m/Drama/Sidney Lumet)
(2:30AM) The Miracle Worker (1962/1h 47m/Biography/Arthur Penn)
4:30AM) Casablanca (1942/1h 42m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15AM) The Saint in New York (1938/1h 12m/Mystery/Ben Holmes)
(7:45AM) The Saint Strikes Back (1939/1h 4m/Mystery/John Farrow)
(9:00AM) The Saint in London (1939/1h 12m/Mystery/John Paddy Carstairs)
(10:30AM) The Saint's Double Trouble (1940/1h 8m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(11:45AM) The Saint Takes Over (1940/1h 9m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(1:00PM) The Saint in Palm Springs (1941/1h 6m/Mystery/Jack Hively)
(2:15PM) The Saint's Vacation (1941/1h/Mystery/Leslie Fenton)
(3:30PM) The Saint Meets the Tiger (1943/1h 10m/Mystery/Paul Stein)
(5:00PM) One Sunday Afternoon (1933/1h 10m/Romance/Stephen Roberts)
(6:15PM) The Strawberry Blonde (1941/1h 37m/Comedy/Raoul Walsh)
(8:00PM) Bullitt (1968/1h 54m/Crime/Peter Yates)
(10:00PM) Singin' in the Rain (1952/1h 43m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(12:00AM) The Tale of Zatoichi (1962/1h 35m/Action/Kenji Misumi)
(2:00AM) Eyes in the Night (1942/1h 20m/Suspense/Fred Zinnemann)
(3:30AM) Night Song (1947/1h 42m/Drama/John Cromwell)
(6:00AM) On the Town (1949/1h 38m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: A Rainy Day (1940/0h 7m/Animation/Hugh Harman)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #2 (1931/0h 7m/Short/Robert L Ripley)
(8:16AM) Czechoslovakia on Parade (1938/0h 9m/Short/?)
(8:26AM) Pirates of the Prairie (1942/0h 57m/Western/Howard Bretherton)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: Broken Barriers (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Adventures of Popeye (1935/0h 7m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:09AM) The Affairs of Annabel (1938/1h 15m/Comedy/Ben Stoloff)
(11:30AM) Don't Talk (1942/0h 21m/Drama/Joseph Newman)
(12:00PM) Cabin in the Sky (1943/1h 38m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(2:00PM) Knights of the Round Table (1953/1h 55m/Romance/Richard Thorpe)
(4:15PM) Knute Rockne: All American (1940/1h 38m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(6:00PM) Up Periscope (1959/1h 51m/WaGordon Douglas)
(8:00PM) Mississippi Burning (1988/2h 5m/Drama/Alan Parker)
(10:00PM) Stealing Home (1988/1h 38m/Drama/Steven Kampmann)
(10:15PM) The Boston Strangler (1968/1h 56m/Suspense/Mystery/Richard Fleischer)
(12:00AM) I Died A Thousand Times (1955/1h 49m/Film-NoiStuart Heisler)
(2:15AM) Raging Bull (1980/2h 9m/Drama/Martin Scorsese)
(4:30AM) The Set-Up (1949/1h 12m/Film-NoiRobert Wise)
(6:00AM) Dead Ringer (1964/1h 55m/Suspense/Paul Henreid)
(8:00AM) A Stolen Life (1946/1h 47m/Romance/Curtis Bernhardt)
(10:00AM) I Died A Thousand Times (1955/1h 49m/Film-NoiStuart Heisler)
(12:15PM) The Clock (1945/1h 30m/Romance/Vincente Minnelli)
(2:00PM) Theodora Goes Wild (1936/1h 35m/Comedy/Richard Boleslawski)
(3:45PM) The Mating Game (1959/1h 37m/Comedy/George Marshall)
(5:30PM) Gypsy (1962/2h 29m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(8:00PM) Baby Boom (1987/1h 43m/Comedy/Charles Shyer)
(10:00PM) Father of the Bride (1991/1h 45m/Comedy/Charles Shyer)
(12:00AM) For Heaven's Sake (1926/0h 57m/Silent/Sam Taylor)
(12:00AM) Grandma's Boy (1922/0h 56m/Silent/Fred Newmeyer)
(2:00AM) The Golden Coach (1953/1h 41m/Comedy/Jean Renoir)
(4:00AM) The Rules of the Game (1939/1h 53m/Drama/Jean Renoir)
(6:00AM) A Warm December (1972/1h 39m/Romance/Sidney Poitier)
(8:00AM) Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (1967/1h 48m/Comedy/Stanley Kramer)
(10:00AM) In the Heat of the Night (1967/1h 49m/Suspense/Norman Jewison)
(12:00PM) A Patch Of Blue (1965/1h 45m/Drama/Guy Green)
(2:00PM) Lilies of the Field (1963/1h 34m/Comedy/Ralph Nelson)
(4:00PM) The Defiant Ones (1958/1h 37m/Drama/Stanley Kramer)
(6:00PM) No Way Out (1950/1h 46m/Drama/Joseph L. Mankiewicz)
(8:00PM) King: A Filmed Record... Montgomery to Memphis (1970/2h 33m/Documentary/Sidney Lumet)
(11:15) I Am Not Your Negro (2016/Documentary/Raoul Peck)
(1:00AM) Crisis: Behind a Presidential Commitment (1963/0h 58m/Documentary/Robert Drew)
(2:00AM) Freedom on My Mind (1994/1h 45m/Documentary/Connie Field)
(4:00AM) Paul Robeson: Tribute to an Artist (1979/Biography/Saul J. Turell)
(4:30AM) Song of Freedom (1936/1h 15m/Musical/J. Edgar Willis)
(6:00AM) She's Working Her Way Through College (1952/1h 41m/Musical/Bruce Humberstone)
(8:00AM) Kismet (1955/1h 53m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(10:00AM) Lovely To Look At (1952/1h 45m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(12:00PM) Two Weeks with Love (1950/1h 32m/Musical/Roy Rowland)
(2:00PM) Easy to Love (1953/1h 36m/Musical/Charles Walters)
(4:00PM) Tea for Two (1950/1h 38m/Musical/David Butler)
(6:00PM) Annie Get Your Gun (1950/1h 47m/Musical/George Sidney)
(8:00PM) The Story of G.I. Joe (1945/1h 49m/WaWilliam A. Wellman)
(10:00PM) The Enemy Below (1957/1h 38m/WaDick Powell)
(11:45PM) Anzio (1968/1h 57m/WaEdward Dmytryk)
(1:45AM) The Longest Day (1962/3h 0m/WaKen Annakin)
(4:45AM) Till The End of Time (1946/1h 45m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(6:45AM) One Minute to Zero (1952/1h 45m/WaTay Garnett)
(8:45AM) The Angry Hills (1959/1h 45m/Suspense/Robert Aldrich)
(10:30AM) Rampage (1963/1h 38m/Drama/Phil Karlson)
(12:15PM) Kim (1951/1h 53m/Adventure/Victor Saville)
(2:15PM) Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book (1942/1h 49m/Adventure/Zoltan Korda)
(4:15PM) Captains Courageous (1937/1h 56m/Drama/Victor Fleming)
(6:15PM) Soldiers Three (1951/1h 27m/Adventure/Tay Garnett)
(8:00PM) Lawrence of Arabia (1962/3h 46m/Adventure/David Lean)
(12:00AM) Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977/2h 15m/Science-Fiction/Steven Spielberg)
(2:30AM) Taxi Driver (1976/1h 52m/Drama/Martin Scorsese)
(4:30AM) Funny Girl (1968/2h 35m/Musical/William Wyler)
(7:15AM) The China Syndrome (1979/2h 2m/Drama/James Bridges)
(9:30AM) Force of Arms (1951/1h 39m/Romance/Michael Curtiz)
(11:30AM) Operation Pacific (1951/1h 31m/WaGeorge Waggner)
(1:15PM) Cry 'Havoc’ (1944/1h 37m/WaRichard Thorpe)
(3:00PM) Homecoming (1948/1h 52m/Romance/Mervyn Le Roy)
(5:00PM) The Best Years Of Our Lives (1946/2h 52m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film (Episode 3) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) The Big Lebowski (1998/1h 57m/Comedy/Joel Coen)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film (Episode 3) (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(12:15AM) Paths of Glory (1958/1h 26m/Drama/Stanley Kubrick)
(2:00AM) A Night at the Opera (1935/1h 36m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(4:00AM) Modern Times (1936/1h 27m/Silent/Charlie Chaplin)
(6:00AM) Jalopy (1953/1h 2m/Comedy/William Beaudine)
(7:15AM) Earthworm Tractors (1936/1h 3m/Comedy/Raymond Enright)
(8:30AM) Fast Life (1932/1h 24m/Comedy/Harry Pollard)
(10:00AM) Excuse My Dust (1951/1h 22m/Comedy/Roy Rowland)
(11:30AM) Flying Down to Rio (1933/1h 29m/Musical/Thornton Freeland)
(1:15PM) The Bride Came C.O.D. (1941/1h 32m/Comedy/William Keighley)
(3:00PM) Tugboat Annie (1933/1h 27m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:30PM) The Old Dark House (1963/1h 26m/Comedy/William Castle)
(6:00PM) Corvette Summer (1978/1h 45m/Adventure/Matthew Robbins)
(8:00PM) Best in Show (2000/1h 30m/Comedy/Christopher Guest)
(9:45PM) The Kennel Murder Case (1933/1h 13m/Mystery/Michael Curtiz)
(11:15PM) It's a Dog's Life (1955/1h 26m/Comedy/Herman Hoffman)
(1:00AM) The Black Marble (1980/1h 53m/Comedy/Harold Becker)
(3:00AM) Hold That Kiss (1938/1h 15m/Comedy/Edwin L. Marin)
(4:30AM) My Pal, Wolf (1944/1h 15m/Drama/Alfred Werker)
(6:00AM) City for Conquest (1940.1h 41m/Drama/Anatole Litvak)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Officer Pooch (1941/0h 8m/Animation/Joseph Barbera)
(8:09AM) Believe It or Not #3 (1931/0h 7m/Short/?)
(8:17AM) Egypt Speaks (1951/0h 8m/Short/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(8:27AM) Arizona Legion (1939/0h 58m/Western/David Howard)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: A Prince in Bondage (1939/Serial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: The Spinach Overture (1935/0h 8m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:09AM) After Office Hours (1935/1h 15m/Mystery/Robert Z. Leonard)
(11:30AM) Double or Nothing (1939/0h 18m/Short/Roy Mack)
(12:00PM) Rock 'N' Roll High School (1979/1h 33m/Musical/Allan Arkush)
(2:00PM) Blackboard Jungle (1955/1h 41m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(4:00PM) Every Which Way but Loose (1978/1h 54m/Comedy/James Fargo)
(6:00PM) The Late Show (1977/1h 34m/Comedy/Robert Benton)
(8:00PM) Tea And Sympathy (1956/2h 2m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(10:15PM) The Gypsy Moths (1969/1h 50m/Drama/John Frankenheimer)
(12:15AM) Stage Fright (1950/1h 50m/Film-NoiAlfred Hitchcock)
(2:15AM) Hangmen Also Die (1943/2h 11m/WaFritz Lang)
(4:30AM) Fury (1936/1h 34m/Drama/Fritz Lang)
(6:15AM) When The Boys Meet The Girls (1965/1h 50m/Musical/Alvin Ganzer)
(8:00AM) Get Yourself A College Girl (1964/1h 26m/Musical/Sidney Miller)
(10:00AM) Stage Fright (1950/1h 50m/Film-NoiAlfred Hitchcock)
(12:15PM) Idiot's Delight (1939/1h 45m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(2:15PM) I Know Where I'm Going (1945/1h 32m/Romance/Michael Powell)
(4:00PM) A Life of Her Own (1950/1h 48m/Drama/George Cukor)
(6:00PM) Nora Prentiss (1947/1h 51m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(8:00PM) Twentieth Century (1934/1h 31m/Comedy/Howard Hawks)
(10:00PM) The Heiress (1949/1h 55m/Drama/William Wyler)
(12:00AM) Too Many Kisses (1925/1h 0m/Comedy/Paul Sloane)
(12:00AM) Spring Fever (1927/1h 0m/Silent/Edward Sedgwick)
(2:00AM) Babette's Feast (1987/1h 45m/Comedy/Gabriel Axel)
(4:00AM) Au Revoir les Enfants (1987/1h 44m/Drama/Louis Malle)
(6:00AM) China Seas (1935/1h 30m/Adventure/Tay Garnett)
(7:30AM) At The Circus (1939/1h 27m/Comedy/Edward Buzzell)
(9:00AM) House of Wax (1953/1h 28m/HorroAndre De Toth)
(10:45AM) The Charge of the Light Brigade (1936/1h 56m/Adventure/Michael Curtiz)
(1:00PM) The Face of Fu Manchu (1965/1h 36m/HorroDon Sharp)
(2:45PM) Convicts 4 (1962/1h 45m/Drama/Millard Kaufman)
(4:45PM) The Thief of Bagdad (1940/1h 46m/Adventure/Ludwig Berger)
(6:45PM) Man Alive (1946/1h 10m/Comedy/Ray Enright)
(8:00PM) The Producers (1967/1h 28m/Comedy/Mel Brooks)
(9:45PM) Sophie's Choice (1982/2h 37m/Drama/Alan J. Pakula)
(12:30AM) Klute (1971/1h 54m/Mystery/Alan J. Pakula)
(2:30AM) The Times of Harvey Milk (1984/1h 27m/Documentary/Robert Epstein)
(4:15AM) Paragraph 175 (2000/1h 21m/Documentary/Robert Epstein)
(6:00AM) The Eyes of Orson Welles (2018/Documentary/Mark Cousins)
(8:00AM) F for Fake (1973/1h 25m/Documentary/Orson Welles)
(9:30AM) Catalina Caper (1967/1h 7m/Comedy/Lee Sholem)
(11:00AM) Pirate Party on Catalina Isle (1935/0h 19m/Short/?)
(11:30AM) You Said A Mouthful (1932/1h 15m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(1:00PM) Murder on a Honeymoon (1935/1h 14m//Mystery/Lloyd Corrigan)
(2:30PM) The Impossible Years (1968/1h 38m/Comedy/Michael Gordon)
(4:30PM) You're Only Young Once (1938/1h 18m/Comedy/George B. Seitz)
(6:00PM) The Glass Bottom Boat (1966/1h 50m/Comedy/Frank Tashlin)
(8:00PM) The Night of the Hunter (1955/1h 33m/Suspense/Charles Laughton)
(9:45PM) Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (1957/1h 47m/Adventure/John Huston)
(11:45PM) Thunder Road (1958/1h 34m/Adventure/Arthur Ripley)
(1:30AM) Two For The Seesaw (1962/2h 0m/Comedy/Robert Wise)
(3:45AM) Not As a Stranger (1955/2h 15m/Drama/Stanley Kramer)
(6:15AM) My Forbidden Past (1951/1h 21m/Drama/Robert Stevenson)
(7:30AM) She Couldn't Say No (1954/1h 29m/Drama/Lloyd Bacon)
(9:15AM) Home from the Hill (1960/2h 30m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(12:00PM) The Sundowners (1960/2h 13m/Drama/Fred Zinnemann)
(2:30PM) Holiday Affair (1949/1h 27m/Romance/Don Hartman)
(4:00PM) Desire Me (1947/1h 31m/Romance/George Cukor)
(5:45PM) Bells Are Ringing (1960/2h 7m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(8:00PM) Gandhi (1982/3h 8m/Biography/Richard Attenborough)
(11:30PM) Philadelphia (1993/1h 59m/Drama/Jonathan Demme)
(2:00AM) One False Move (1991/1h 45m/Drama/Carl Franklin)
(4:00AM) The Last Emperor (1987/2h 43m/Drama/Bernardo Bertolucci)
(7:00AM) Night into Morning (1951/1h 26m/Drama/Fletcher Markle)
(8:45AM) Days of Wine and Roses (1962/1h 57m/Drama/Blake Edwards)
(10:45AM) A Star Is Born (1954/2h 56m/Musical/George Cukor)
(1:45PM) Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958/1h 48m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(3:45PM) Two Weeks In Another Town (1962/1h 47m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(5:45PM) Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966/2h 11m/Drama/Mike Nichols)
(8:00PM) The Power of Film – Episode 4: Heroes and Villains (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(9:00PM) Shane (1953/1h 58m/Western/George Stevens)
(11:15PM) The Power of Film – Episode 4: Heroes and Villains (2023/Documentary/Doug Pray and Laura Gabbert)
(12:15AM) Psycho (1960/1h 49m/HorroAlfred Hitchcock)
(2:30AM) King Kong (1933/1h 40m/HorroMerian C. Cooper and Ernest Schoedsack)
(4:15AM) Mildred Pierce (1945/1h 53m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(6:15AM) The Wagons Roll At Night (1941/1h 24m/Drama/Ray Enright)
(8:00AM) The Hard Way (1942/1h 49m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(10:00AM) The Sky's The Limit (1943/1h 29m/Musical/Edward H. Griffith)
(11:45AM) Rhapsody in Blue (1945/2h 19m/Musical/Irving Rapper)
(2:15PM) Janie Gets Married (1946/1h 29m/Comedy/Vincent Sherman)
(4:00PM) Two Guys From Milwaukee (1946/1h 30m/Comedy/David Butler)
(6:00PM) Repeat Performance (1947/1h 33m/Drama/Alfred Werker)
(8:00PM) Nichols and May: Take Two (1996/2h 0m/Documentary/Phillip Schopper)
(10:15PM) A New Leaf (1971/1h 42m/Comedy/Elaine May)
(12:15AM) Mikey and Nicky (1976/1h 46m/Drama/Elaine May)
(2:15AM) Ishtar (1987/1h 45m/Comedy/Elaine May)
(4:15AM) Kaleidoscope (1966/1h 43m/Comedy/Jack Smight)
(6:00AM) Village Of Daughters (1962/1h 26m/Comedy/George Pollock)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Hound Hunters (1947/0h 7m/Animation/Fred “Tex” Avery)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #4 (1932/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:17AM) In Old Amsterdam (1949//0h 9m/Documentary/Ralph F. Donaldson)
(8:27AM) Lawless Valley (1939/0h 59m/Western/David Howard)
(9:30AM) BUCK ROGERS: War of the Planets (1939/HorroSerial/Ford Beebe and Ray Trampe)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Vim, Vigor & Vitaliky (1936/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) Alias a Gentleman (19 48/1h 16m/Comedy/Harry Beaumont)
(11:30AM) Heavenly Music (1943/0h 22m/Short/Josef Berne)
(12:00PM) Shoah (1985/9h 26m/Documentary/Claude Lanzmann)
(9:45PM) Filmmakers For The Prosecution (2021/0h 59m/Documentary/Jean-Christophe Klotz)
(11:00PM) Nuremberg (1948/1h 18m/Documentary/Stuart Schulberg)
(12:30AM) Woman In Hiding (1950/1h 32m/Drama/Michael Gordon)
(2:00AM) The Children's Hour (1961/1h 47m/Drama/William Wyler)
(4:00AM) Two Loves (1961/1h 40m/Romance/Charles Walters)
(6:00AM) Rich and Famous (1981/1h 57m/Comedy/George Cukor)
8:15AM) Just the Way You Are (1984/1h 35m/Comedy/Edouard Molinaro)
10:00AM) Woman In Hiding (1950/1h 32m/Drama/Michael Gordon)
(12:00PM) Love Crazy (1941/1h 40m/Comedy/Jack Conway)
(2:00PM) Gay Purr-ee (1962/1h 26m/Musical/Abe Levitow)
(3:45PM) Silk Stockings (1957/1h 57m/Musical/Rouben Mamoulian)
(6:00PM) Jezebel (1938/1h 44m/Drama/William Wyler)
(8:00PM) Why Be Good? (1929/1h 21m/Comedy/William A. Seiter)
(9:30PM) The Scarlet Letter (1934/1h 10m/Drama/Robert G. Vignola)
(10:45PM) Success at Any Price (1934/1h 14m/Drama/J. Walter Ruben)
(12:15AM) Sparrows (1926/1h 49m/Silent/William Beaudine)
(2:00AM) Conflagration (1958/1h 38m/Drama/Kon Ichikawa)
(4:00AM) Being Two Isn't Easy (1962/1h 28m/Comedy/Kon Ichikawa)
(6:00AM) Should Ladies Behave? (1933/1h 27m/Comedy/Harry Beaumont)
(7:30AM) The Common Law (1932/1h 15m/Drama/Paul L. Stein)
(9:00AM) Ex-Lady (1933/1h 5m/Drama/Robert Florey)
(10:15AM) Third Finger, Left Hand (1940/1h 36m/Comedy/Robert Z. Leonard)
(12:00PM) Biography of a Bachelor Girl (1935/1h 25m/Comedy/Edward H. Griffith)
(1:30PM) Live, Love and Learn (1937/1h 18m/Comedy/Geo. Fitzmaurice)
(3:00PM) The Girl from Jones Beach (1949/1h 18m/Comedy/Peter Godfrey)
(4:30PM) Adventure in Baltimore (1949/1h 29m/Comedy/Richard Wallace)
(6:15PM) The Light Touch (1951/1h 33m/Crime/Richard Brooks)
(8:00PM) Children of a Lesser God (1986/1h 50m/Drama/Randa Haines)
(10:15PM) Bonnie and Clyde (1967/1h 51m/Crime/Arthur Penn)
(12:15AM) Shampoo (1975/1h 49m/Comedy/Hal Ashby)
(2:15AM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(4:30AM) Black Legion (1937/1h 20m/Suspense/Archie L. Mayo)
(6:00AM) MGM Parade Show #16 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:30AM) West Point (1928/1h 31m/Silent/Edward Sedgwick)
(8:30AM) They Died with Their Boots On (1941/2h 18m/Western/Raoul Walsh)
(11:00AM) West Point on the Hudson (1942/0h 8m/Documentary/James A. Fitzpatrick)
(11:15AM) Rosalie (1937/2h 2m/Musical/W. S. Van Dyke II)-
(1:30PM) Flirtation Walk (1934/1h 37m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(3:30PM) The West Point Story (1950/1h 47m/Musical/Roy Del Ruth)
(5:30PM) The Long Gray Line (1955/2h 18m/Drama/John Ford)
(8:00PM) The Grass Is Greener (1961/1h 45m/Stanley Donen)
(10:00PM) Cape Fear (1962/1h 45m/Suspense/J. Lee Thompson)
(2:00AM) Farewell, My Lovely (1975/1h 37m/Film-NoiDick Richards)
(3:45AM) Ryan's Daughter (1970/3h 26m/Drama/David Lean)
(7:15AM) The Yakuza (1974/1h 52m/Crime/Sydney Pollack)
(9:15AM) Going Home (1971/1h 37m/Drama/Herbert B. Leonard)
(11:00AM) The Wrath of God (1972/1h 51m/Western/Ralph Nelson)
(1:00PM) Tarzan, the Ape Man (1981/1h 52m/Action/John Derek)
(3:00PM) Tarzan And His Mate (1934/1h 45m/Adventure/Cedric Gibbons)
(5:00PM) Mighty Joe Young (1949/1h 34m/Adventure/Ernest B. Schoedsack)
(6:45PM) The Gorilla (1939/0h 59m/Comedy/Allan Dwan)
(8:00PM) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000/2h 0m/Action/Ang Lee)
(10:15PM) Something's Gotta Give (2003/2h 3m/RomCom/Nancy Meyers)
2023.12.27 14:34 Monkster2002 When Queen toured w Lynyrd Skynyrd
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2023.12.08 07:37 KamenRiderSekai [ANALYSIS] The Key Narrative Themes of each mainline Rune Factory entry.
![[ANALYSIS] The Key Narrative Themes of each mainline Rune Factory entry.](https://b.thumbs.redditmedia.com/_AEOsE9qIJ5j34H5vSwU0IAOJL6Nz1Ecpylxfotpn5M.jpg "[ANALYSIS] The Key Narrative Themes of each mainline Rune Factory entry.") | Time for another tl;dr analysis from yours truly. The contents of this thread / post / analysis contains spoilers but they'll be tagged appropriately. The discussion is not a question of which RF game has the best writing in my opinion but, it's simply an objective (and to some extent interpretive) analysis of the themes and core aspects each game has introduced so far, whether through its gameplay, narrative elements, or symbolism that is strewn about. Without further ado... submitted by KamenRiderSekai to runefactory [link] [comments] Rune Factory 1 - "Living in harmony with the Earth". https://preview.redd.it/2jjbspf8b05c1.jpg?width=350&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=68dce9c30b6a98694deb13b6618ad3e711e96806 The entry that started it all. The theme discussed here is far more straightforward than the rest on this list but it provides a clear outline of the overarching motifs the rest of the series offers. The name of this theme is something I took from Ivan's quote to Raguna during the ending of RF1. This is also embodied in the Native Dragon representing 1, Terrable, whose breath breathes not destruction but life as shown when they razed through the Sechs Empire's invading tank force by short-circuiting its wires with vegetation and growth. The gameplay loop of 1 reflects this as well during the earlier dungeons where players may not have immediate access to crafting/cooking or affording enough for HP/RP healing items. You need to clear a dungeon/cave's Sechs Empire-made monster summoning generators and all of its monsters in one run. The game intends for players to plant crops throughout the dungeon as they discover new patches of land while slowly exploring and progressing through it on different days until they can achieve an ideal run where crops ripe for harvest emit rune energy players can use to replenish RP during their "final" run to clear a dungeon, hence the name of the series "Rune Factory". RF1 introduces to us the premise of the series and its main location so far, the Kingdom of Norad, which has been described by the Official Memoirs as a magic society whose traditions and rites are deeply intertwined with the Native Dragons, in comparison to the Sechs Empire's more technological and militaristic aspects. Kardia is seen as a very rural town, even for the series standards. You have NPCs such as Camus, who alongside his father, Edward - are immigrants from the Sechs Empire with the former showing disdain for the country life and a desire to return to the big city. Bianca, the first bachelorette of the series' De Saint Coquille lineage, shares the sentiment - finding life in rural Kardia boring to the point that players can't even woo her using normal gifts on the basis that as somebody from a place of wealth - she can easily buy what she wants. Kardia is surrounded by nature and fauna of all kinds, being nestled between different caves, mountains, caverns, and ruins as a border town not too far from the then Sechs Empire. The archaic feel of Kardia as well as the rustic color schemes that were most present in this entry embody a truly quiet and peaceful existence without much incident for the town's locales save for the brewing events of the game. Rune Factory 1 is an RF game that truly put the Factory into its Runes. Rune Factory 2 - "Cycles of Generations". https://preview.redd.it/zsok663rd05c1.jpg?width=300&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ce831e60835434776919cab09b6980bc7046f687 The second entry of the series, Rune Factory 2 is the only mainline game that has a dual generation system and it plays an integral aspect to the narrative elements of the game. RF2 is set in the Maritime Port town of Alvarna in the Kingdom of Norad. Our protagonist, Kyle, arrives at Alvarna without a single shred of his memories. Eventually, he adapts to life in his new home, falls in love, gets married, and raises a family. Throughout his life in Alvarna, Kyle has the next generation in mind as his friends all get married and have children of their own. This prompts his initiative to build Alvarna's first academy. Mana's dream to be a teacher is fuelled by a desire to educate the next generation, so much so that despite being the "canon" bachelorette of the game, she won't marry to pursue her dreams. However, Kyle disappears one day, leaving his 8-year-old son or daughter: Aaron / Aria, to follow their father's trail and ascertain the truth as to why he came to Alvarna and for what purpose. As a late 2000s DS game, Rune Factory 2 is a noticeable step up from 1 in terms of its visual fidelity. Spring is now embodied with Alvarna's vibrant cherry blossoms, in the place of caves / caverns / dungeons are seasonal areas that represent the four seasons ranging from icy mountains to a temperate summer island. Generations and cycles are a key aspect to Rune Factory 2's narrative themes and gameplay mechanics. The trials that Kyle goes through are different from Aaron and Aria's. The player spends most of generation 1 building their lives in Alvarna up, having Kyle make friends and irreplaceable memories, start a family, and eventually incentivize the construction of a school in Alvarna. Generation 2 is focused more on a child-like sense of wonder as Aaron or Aria daringly explore their father's old hunting grounds while seeking to find further answers. As previously mentioned, the second generation also comes with the children of bachelorettes and rivals, providing the town of Alvarna with this organic sense of evolution. We see characters who were once aggressive or abrasive tools like Jake or Barrett having softened up at this point - with the latter playing a key role in 2's story. The narrative of generations and cycles is also prevalent with 2's Native Dragon, Fiersome. Fiersome's objective was that every time it awakened from its seal or slumber, it was said to lay waste to the world with its merciless flames - bringing forth destruction to start the world anew. At some point between Generations 1 and 2, Kyle remembered why he came to Alvarna - to venture deep within Palermo Shrine (a structure presumably named after the Capital of Norad as highlighted in 5 or the other way around) and renew Fiersome's seal by tethering himself to the Forest of Beginnings to keep the apocalyptic Native Dragon of flames at bay. The idea of generations and passing on the cycle to the next is further emphasized in the RF Official Memoirs Guidebook, which highlighted that Kyle's Earthmate powers are relatively weak but his children bear the strongest aspects despite Earthmate qualities not being hereditary. Considered a diamond in the rough, RF2 provided key framework that RF3 would refine afterwards. Rune Factory 3 - "Unity and Diversity" https://preview.redd.it/2jyxdr4tg05c1.jpg?width=350&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=af0a5b4f958bd8587fa3f942f93de9ec3223f2d8 RF3 is the mainline entry considered by both the series staff and fans to be a "turning point" of the series, as it established core gameplay mechanics that would be used as the foundation for RF4 and RF5. The theme for RF3 is unity and diversity. This is not just reflected in the differences between Sharance and the Univir Settlement, but also through the former mentioned town. Sharance in the RF Official Memoirs Guidebook was situated in a region of Norad that was compared to the historical Silk Road trading route. Many of Sharance's residents are colorful, diverse, and eccentric in their ways - something that the game's half-human and half-Wooly protagonist, Micah, dryly noted upon a few days living in his new hometown. In addition to their quirks is Sharance's diverse cast. The Miyako Inn is run by a family from the East with an adoptive mermaid daughter, the De Saint Coquille branch of Sharance is comprised of two opposite-speakers and a young woman who uses food to craft her fashion, the apothecary is managed by a family of witches, and the general store is run by a mother and daughter duo who couldn't be any more of polar opposites, etc, etc. However, this harmonious unity is contrasted by the communal distrust of Sharance's residents towards the Univir Settlement. Upon arriving in town as an amnesiac and being discovered in front of the Sharance Tree by Shara, Micah is immediately welcomed with open arms in town. When Micah later recovers part of his memories and ability to transform into his Wooly form, Micah is met with either pets and cuddles, slight annoyance, or flat out disdain from its townspeople. This signals to our protagonist that "hey, maybe telling everyone I'm half-Wooly will have me driven out of town". Micah later finds out the feeling is mutual with the Univir Settlement's Elder, Kuruna, having nothing but disgust for humankind. When the Unity Festival happens late into the game, both sides realized that they had nothing to fear about each other from the start. Characters such as Marjorie admit to Kuruna that she was taught and raised to fear and hate the Univir and she never taught for herself when it came to judging them. Most of Sharance's residents grew to accept Kuruna, Ondorus, and Zaid; and all it took for them was to talk. The Unity Festival highlights how generations of suspicion, segregation, and mutual fear drew people apart for little to no reason. This also aligns with the goals of RF3's final boss, Aquaticus, who sought to use Micah to their advantage in making sure the Sharance Flowers bloomed over the land once more through the unity of both groups. Although it is not the most complex theme that has been discussed in the series so far, I believe 3 did an effective job in conveying its narrative motifs through the town, its diverse cast of characters, and its fluffy protagonist. Rune Factory 4 - "The fleeting winds of life". https://preview.redd.it/3grii66zi05c1.png?width=1033&format=png&auto=webp&s=fb4d957a07e7757850dbfecd5531188aadd29560 The fourth mainline entry, Rune Factory 4, is the final game of the Four Native Dragons saga and the last of the 3DS era. In both the original 3DS and Switch remaster, Yoshifumi Hashimoto and Shiro Maekawa advertise the game's core themes as playing as royalty, engaging in sweet romance, loving relationships, and a fluffy married life. This is enunciated with the boyfriend/girlfriend dating phases introduced to the series, where instead of going from friends to spouses, a dating phase is present. RF4 goes full out, including various locations for dates, numerous lines of dynamic dialogue and options depending on the affection level, and a robust trend of lengthy character arc events that act as prerequisites for marriage. However, I believe RF4 has a key theme that some people may overlook and that is the beauty of life's ephemeral nature. RF4 in my view is a game that is first and foremost, loss, mourning, and coming to terms with the fleeting aspects of life. RF4 has this scattered throughout a huge chunk of its main story campaign and bachelobachelorette character arcs. Loss, mourning, regret, and the meaning of life are deeply explored in 4. While 4 does not convey its themes through its town, environment, or gameplay - it does so from a narrative lens. In the main story, Ventuswill is a long-lived Native Dragon who has witnessed centuries of her subjects sacrificing their kin to become Guardians as a means of sustaining the stability of Runes throughout the lands. It had gotten to a point that Venti would rather die than let another one of her friends sacrifice themselves for her sake. In Act 2, Ethelberd during a power-high rants and rambles about his maddening envy towards Earthmates, hailing them for the potential their powers hold - questioning why Lest or Frey don't go to greater height. This is until Venti shuts him up, letting him know that to her - the fact that life is temporary, that seasons come and go is what makes everything around her precious. In terms of character stories, there are numerous examples. Margaret at some point in her relationship becomes fearful as she knows that she will outlive her significant others one day, Dolce is hesitant to accept Jones and Nancy as family in fear of forgetting her family - one who nobody in Selphia remembers at this point except for herself and Pico, Leon becomes hesitant in letting go of his past at some point in the protagonist's relationship with him, Arthur's story revolves around his late mother and the words she left behind, etc. Loss defines a number of RF's key narrative arcs but it is through the acceptance of that loss and life's fleeting nature that characters in this game grow and move forward. Although, I personally have a number of qualms with how Act 3 was handled and how it botches the main story's narrative elements but I've made a thread on that already so whatever. Rune Factory 5 - "The Clashing Ideals and Beliefs of Justice" https://preview.redd.it/j9z40juzk05c1.png?width=955&format=png&auto=webp&s=2515f53daaef6c22a8059774e799ad491fd8cd12 The first RF mainline to come out since 4 in 2012-2013. Rune Factory 5 is set decades after 4. The theme of justice is mostly highlighted by the organization that Ares and Alice become a part of, Seed. Missions or quests in the game often involve peacekeeping duties, monster wrangling, or daily quests that serve the interests of Rigbarth's citizenry. With it came historical and geopolitical implications regarding the setting's overall world building. During the time frame between RF4 and RF5, several more wars between Norad Kingdom and the Sechs Empire (or what remained of its influence) broke out. This led to several economic crises, famines, instability in Norad, and rumors of a revolution/coup against the Duke of Norad's corrupt government. Meanwhile, the peacekeeping organization Seed, was established in response to disorder, anarchy, and havoc that reigned in disputed territories and border towns that spilled over from the different wars between both of the Adonean Continent's two superpowers. The main antagonist, Gideon, is implied to be either a victim or military veteran of the wars that spilled over between Norad and the Sechs Empire. The losses he suffered and the tragedies he witnessed are what drive his more extremist elements, aiming to create a world free of injustice and corruption. RF5 is the first game in the series that doesn't just paint Norad in the light of "the good guys" as it showcases its more imperfect and corrupt aspects up close, especially during a time of crisis. The themes of personal justice are also reflected in the ways that Rigbarth's denizens and other key characters operate. At some point, Ares and Alice become unsure of whether they're doing the right thing or not but eventually, choose to act in a way that embodies the interests of others as opposed to that of solely an organization. Scarlet is a strict enforcer of the law, a lawfully good or lawfully neutral agent of Seed who eventually softens her approach in her story. Beatrice's views on justice focus on the common welfare of her people and resolve to serve their interests as opposed to the corrupt nobles of Norad's royal court who seek to merely fill their pockets at the expense of the rest. Reinhardt characterizes his own brand of justice through his chivalry and loyalty to his Kingdom. Murakumo's sense of justice I interpret as a form of social or communal welfare justice - where he's known to give leeway to customers even if it means putting himself in the red - something that Misasagi often chastizes her younger brother for as others may take advantage of his philanthropy. Terry operates as a sleuth outside of Seed but also takes commissions from them, highlighting how even official organizations to perform greyer or "under the radar tasks" that aren't made public. Well, that's that. There may have been some narrative or thematic aspects I've overlooked from each mainline game but overall, what do you think? |
2023.12.06 17:00 Scartxx Mesopotamia (a tragic subversive poem) - that needs a better name
Sunrise in Mesopotamia of unknown date at the dawning of man
a beast released from fertile gardens to the brutal barren sands
the alien plains inhospitable, clean water was rare and required
his resource and skills were but pitiful, his back and his heart broke and tired
Instinct prompted action and his first thought was to kill
and so he set to hunting, his mind inclined that blood be spilled
did he consider the cost of his action, taking a life and consuming the death?
the beast he attacked barely fought back and had soon breathed its last breath
As it were before the advent of the spark
and fire hung beyond his reach in the afternoon sky
he gnawed its fresh flesh and drank of its blood
and once sated he collapsed and then cried
It appears I am the animal, a flawed and flailing fiend
by morning I'll be hungry and this death will seem obscene
he cleaned the skin and dried the bones, carrying remnants of the carcass home
to the shallow cave on the dusty land in a wind whipped world of drifting sand
His mate was amazed at the bounty of the hunt
a fur for a tunic and a little meat for lunch
he hung and dried the entrails and then wove it into twine
a snare to snatch a savage child to domesticate in time
With wooden bits he'd saved soon he built a sturdy cage,
a shiny rock's allure as lure, and caught a boy to keep as slave.
it was different in those days for there were 2 kinds of man
the big brow brutes in birthday suits and some not so simple chimps
who's eyes burned bright with plans
The cave child grew and as he matured he'd learned to use some civil words
yes and no, to stay or go and how to tend the herd
of course they didn't know it but 14 cycles round the sun
brought his nature into focus, he contemplates his caveman son
Thank you for your service you've worked hard and behaved
but the economy is down and we can't afford to keep a slave
tomorrow it's to market and you'll get a brand new home
we'll walk the flock to town and I'll journey back alone
When he didn't understand he was taken by the hand
lead to his straw thatched bed to sleep among the sheep and lambs
Shaken awake to the sound of cocks crowing
the master insistent, it's time we got going
there is danger on the road so we have to make haste
three hours to the village, the auctioneer is never late
Out came the sled to load the spring lambs
it's too far to drive them but you've got those strong hands
so on went the harness even though the youth resisted
under strain he got to moving as his master had insisted
He was sweating profusely while dragging the sled
a hard job compounded, as wheels weren't invented yet
when the way was too narrow leaving no space to pass
if opposed on the road he'd pull off on the grass
On the way there'd be trouble, you knew it was coming
shall we get to the conflict and hit the ground running?
on the path up ahead there milled a group of men
the ridge above their eyes meant you didn't mess with them
As he slowed to a crawl he shared an awkward glance with master
he knew the man was thinking but he wished that he'd think faster
all at once they turned their gaze and let it settled on the boy
some hostile grunts were shared between that he did not enjoy
He took note of the menacing men, a glance confirmed there were three
a father, a son, and an old battered brute less a leg below the knee
as his master stepped forward and offered them his little money
with crinkled up faces they leaned in to look
consulting each other with snorts of displeasure
then the legless neanderthal threw his left hook
Boy didn't know what happened next as master rolled for cover
like a docile spell was lifted his strength doubled and redoubled
he stepped to the man who had assaulted his keeper
stomped squarely on his good leg and the put him in a sleeper
One down, two to go, he released his vice like grip
he reconsidered briefly and re-grabbed him by the wrist
a foot for leverage on his neck and then he wrenched it with a twist
eyes flew open for a moment as the tensioned tendons ripped
He didn't know what had inspired agile anger in his heart
so virtuosic in its violence and now the boy was armed
his master plays dead in long brush beside the road
he holds aloft the severed limb for his comrades to behold
No words need be spoken, as they take the partial man
they would meet the same fate if they came face to face again
boy climbs back in the harness and pulls the skid back on the road
steadily striding due west toward the town where he'll be sold
To keep the tale brief we'll skip past the walking,
the rugged terrain and long heart felt talking
in the distance, puff of dust, a horse and rider coming east
master says put down that arm and let me talk, now hold your peace
The figure on the stallion wore a black cloak and a hood
he spoke softly to the master and by his face it wasn't good
when the whispers found an edge he saw his keeper nod
"Boy, take off the harness and come and meet this man of God"
Beneath the hood he saw a sour dour sullen stinking man
who's eyes belied a tragic end to his childlike esperance
when boy slowly approached he was offered a hand
with a grip strong as steel that implied impure demands
The powerful clamp of the mans insistence
was unneeded as boy heeded and proceeded without resistance
he was gripped by the chin and forced to open his mouth
his teeth were inspected and made to stick his tongue out
A deal was struck between the master and the man
and in a short span they could be on the road again
the stranger led the puzzled boy beneath a tree to shade
rapidly removing robes in earnest as more mortal mistakes were made
The rough rope belt caught a low hanging branch,
his cloak wrapped round his head as he started to dance
his coin purse spilled as he whirled to get free
and its strong leather lanyard twisted tight round his feet
The rope held the weight as his body collapsed
and with a thick pulpy pop boy heard his neck snap
it appears his fears unfounded and he considered, should he flee?
but returned to his protector and left the man beneath the tree
The master waits pacing as the boy brute returns
he apologetically shrugs as accusatory eyes burn
still he gathers the coins and climbs up on the horse
They've got livestock to sell and so they'll go forth
As Boy redons the harness and struggles to get moving
the older mans mood rises it seems his luck's improving
he'll come back with twice the money and impressive mount to boot
yet so far he's been delayed and must get back on the route
He he had half considered tethering the horse
to instead pull the sled and ease the boys strain
but this was too fine an animal to be treated so coarse
besides he was older and his back had a pain
Soon the hamlet destination was visible in the distance
pungent smoke from the pyres where the workers burned the dead
the boy trudged onward blissfully ignorant of conditions
as his patron dismounted, the older man said . . .
"Keep your mouth shut and be silent, behave as you're told
do what they tell you, don't try to be bold
no matter what happens, just keep your head down
don't worry about the others, it's why you've all been brought to town"
A bell rang in the market, the masters moved toward the stage
right now they'll sell the livestock and then move on to slaves
"First up the fowl for food, we've got layers, we've got cookers
free range birds freshly procured from Esmeralda's house of hookers"
A street vendor bought the lot and put the layers in his tent
cleaver in hand he'd prep the cookers there and then
as they were dispatched, boy observed without a word
he was unconcerned (at first) cause he was not a bird
when father brought his lambs up front
and that same vendor started bidding
he'd shared his food with the ewe of the brood
and could not face the chance of him winning
As it turned out another man bought the lambs
and lead them out of town on a rope with gentle hands
next up was swine and in no time they'd sold the last of pigs
seven score of squirming squealers and several sows all round and big
And as they marched up people, chained by ankle, bound by wrist
Boy couldn't help but notice that they all had brows like his
at fathers insistent prodding he'd joined the grand procession
desperately clinging to the arm as it was his sole possession
The master stood close just in case that he ran
when the crowd hushed to silence by the entrance of a man
the jailer judge and jury jingled gently as he walked
with the preachers steed and saddle he approached the auction block
All eyes on him the crowd pushed in, save a few folks running off
eyes went wide, no place to hide, the law cleared his throat with a cough
crouched low, father forced the coin purse into his servants sweaty grasp
"stay mute young brute, less we dance the rope" he exhaled in a gasp
"All hear ye! In this town now there is a killer and a thief
who's slain the passing preacher, left indecent in a tree
this fine saddle as reward for the rider of this beast
only when he swings will our community find peace"
As he spoke the crowd parted, isolating the master
his hubris having hastened this unmitigated disaster
his protests unheard, the crowd wouldn't be tamed
and at the scaffold in the square his end finally came
The boy had obey'd, he sat mute through the proceedings
he gave coin to the vendor and had some chicken he was eating
in the purse there was the money from the sale of the lambs
all those little lives became this weight within his hand
Should he go home alone? It was clear he was unwanted
still he harnessed up the sled and set to walking back undaunted
heading eastbound he left town catching glimpse of a shape
a slender sexy silhouette cloaked in a fur fringed cape
You need a neander-Nancy is what his master used to say
as a joyful jesting jab when normal girls would run away
she beckons him playfully to abandon his burden
to return to her family and it seems so certain
That her father and mother will take him in with open arms
to the cave where she grew up in the mountains near the farms
fate, alas it came to pass with his limited intellect
our newly rich protagonist, our brutish boy could not expect
They approached the cave and she called to her kin
but as mother came out to welcome them in
she wore a face of concern and quickly they learned
that her father's been injured and he's had a bad turn
"Go in and say farewell, he's passing out and fading fast
as these few and fleeting moments will most likely be his last
tell him of this boy you met and try to help him rest"
she reluctantly draws the drape and leans in close with bated breath
If you know my work, you can see where we're going
behind the curtain it's certain crimson blood will be flowing
and beneath the carnage and gratuitous gore
is a one legged man that he's met before
Mother says her brother and his son are gathering men
but they'll be back for their supper and you'll get to meet them then
so he sat upon the couch in the back of the cave
contemplating the silk pouch and the mess that he'd made
Just how many gold coins is a life worth ?
well, less for a chicken and more for a horse
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a beast released from fertile gardens to the brutal barren sands
the alien plains inhospitable, clean water was rare and required
his resource and skills were but pitiful, his back and his heart broke and tired
Instinct prompted action and his first thought was to kill
and so he set to hunting, his mind inclined that blood be spilled
did he consider the cost of his action, taking a life and consuming the death?
the beast he attacked barely fought back and had soon breathed its last breath
As it were before the advent of the spark
and fire hung beyond his reach in the afternoon sky
he gnawed its fresh flesh and drank of its blood
and once sated he collapsed and then cried
It appears I am the animal, a flawed and flailing fiend
by morning I'll be hungry and this death will seem obscene
he cleaned the skin and dried the bones, carrying remnants of the carcass home
to the shallow cave on the dusty land in a wind whipped world of drifting sand
His mate was amazed at the bounty of the hunt
a fur for a tunic and a little meat for lunch
he hung and dried the entrails and then wove it into twine
a snare to snatch a savage child to domesticate in time
With wooden bits he'd saved soon he built a sturdy cage,
a shiny rock's allure as lure, and caught a boy to keep as slave.
it was different in those days for there were 2 kinds of man
the big brow brutes in birthday suits and some not so simple chimps
who's eyes burned bright with plans
The cave child grew and as he matured he'd learned to use some civil words
yes and no, to stay or go and how to tend the herd
of course they didn't know it but 14 cycles round the sun
brought his nature into focus, he contemplates his caveman son
Thank you for your service you've worked hard and behaved
but the economy is down and we can't afford to keep a slave
tomorrow it's to market and you'll get a brand new home
we'll walk the flock to town and I'll journey back alone
When he didn't understand he was taken by the hand
lead to his straw thatched bed to sleep among the sheep and lambs
Shaken awake to the sound of cocks crowing
the master insistent, it's time we got going
there is danger on the road so we have to make haste
three hours to the village, the auctioneer is never late
Out came the sled to load the spring lambs
it's too far to drive them but you've got those strong hands
so on went the harness even though the youth resisted
under strain he got to moving as his master had insisted
He was sweating profusely while dragging the sled
a hard job compounded, as wheels weren't invented yet
when the way was too narrow leaving no space to pass
if opposed on the road he'd pull off on the grass
On the way there'd be trouble, you knew it was coming
shall we get to the conflict and hit the ground running?
on the path up ahead there milled a group of men
the ridge above their eyes meant you didn't mess with them
As he slowed to a crawl he shared an awkward glance with master
he knew the man was thinking but he wished that he'd think faster
all at once they turned their gaze and let it settled on the boy
some hostile grunts were shared between that he did not enjoy
He took note of the menacing men, a glance confirmed there were three
a father, a son, and an old battered brute less a leg below the knee
as his master stepped forward and offered them his little money
with crinkled up faces they leaned in to look
consulting each other with snorts of displeasure
then the legless neanderthal threw his left hook
Boy didn't know what happened next as master rolled for cover
like a docile spell was lifted his strength doubled and redoubled
he stepped to the man who had assaulted his keeper
stomped squarely on his good leg and the put him in a sleeper
One down, two to go, he released his vice like grip
he reconsidered briefly and re-grabbed him by the wrist
a foot for leverage on his neck and then he wrenched it with a twist
eyes flew open for a moment as the tensioned tendons ripped
He didn't know what had inspired agile anger in his heart
so virtuosic in its violence and now the boy was armed
his master plays dead in long brush beside the road
he holds aloft the severed limb for his comrades to behold
No words need be spoken, as they take the partial man
they would meet the same fate if they came face to face again
boy climbs back in the harness and pulls the skid back on the road
steadily striding due west toward the town where he'll be sold
To keep the tale brief we'll skip past the walking,
the rugged terrain and long heart felt talking
in the distance, puff of dust, a horse and rider coming east
master says put down that arm and let me talk, now hold your peace
The figure on the stallion wore a black cloak and a hood
he spoke softly to the master and by his face it wasn't good
when the whispers found an edge he saw his keeper nod
"Boy, take off the harness and come and meet this man of God"
Beneath the hood he saw a sour dour sullen stinking man
who's eyes belied a tragic end to his childlike esperance
when boy slowly approached he was offered a hand
with a grip strong as steel that implied impure demands
The powerful clamp of the mans insistence
was unneeded as boy heeded and proceeded without resistance
he was gripped by the chin and forced to open his mouth
his teeth were inspected and made to stick his tongue out
A deal was struck between the master and the man
and in a short span they could be on the road again
the stranger led the puzzled boy beneath a tree to shade
rapidly removing robes in earnest as more mortal mistakes were made
The rough rope belt caught a low hanging branch,
his cloak wrapped round his head as he started to dance
his coin purse spilled as he whirled to get free
and its strong leather lanyard twisted tight round his feet
The rope held the weight as his body collapsed
and with a thick pulpy pop boy heard his neck snap
it appears his fears unfounded and he considered, should he flee?
but returned to his protector and left the man beneath the tree
The master waits pacing as the boy brute returns
he apologetically shrugs as accusatory eyes burn
still he gathers the coins and climbs up on the horse
They've got livestock to sell and so they'll go forth
As Boy redons the harness and struggles to get moving
the older mans mood rises it seems his luck's improving
he'll come back with twice the money and impressive mount to boot
yet so far he's been delayed and must get back on the route
He he had half considered tethering the horse
to instead pull the sled and ease the boys strain
but this was too fine an animal to be treated so coarse
besides he was older and his back had a pain
Soon the hamlet destination was visible in the distance
pungent smoke from the pyres where the workers burned the dead
the boy trudged onward blissfully ignorant of conditions
as his patron dismounted, the older man said . . .
"Keep your mouth shut and be silent, behave as you're told
do what they tell you, don't try to be bold
no matter what happens, just keep your head down
don't worry about the others, it's why you've all been brought to town"
A bell rang in the market, the masters moved toward the stage
right now they'll sell the livestock and then move on to slaves
"First up the fowl for food, we've got layers, we've got cookers
free range birds freshly procured from Esmeralda's house of hookers"
A street vendor bought the lot and put the layers in his tent
cleaver in hand he'd prep the cookers there and then
as they were dispatched, boy observed without a word
he was unconcerned (at first) cause he was not a bird
when father brought his lambs up front
and that same vendor started bidding
he'd shared his food with the ewe of the brood
and could not face the chance of him winning
As it turned out another man bought the lambs
and lead them out of town on a rope with gentle hands
next up was swine and in no time they'd sold the last of pigs
seven score of squirming squealers and several sows all round and big
And as they marched up people, chained by ankle, bound by wrist
Boy couldn't help but notice that they all had brows like his
at fathers insistent prodding he'd joined the grand procession
desperately clinging to the arm as it was his sole possession
The master stood close just in case that he ran
when the crowd hushed to silence by the entrance of a man
the jailer judge and jury jingled gently as he walked
with the preachers steed and saddle he approached the auction block
All eyes on him the crowd pushed in, save a few folks running off
eyes went wide, no place to hide, the law cleared his throat with a cough
crouched low, father forced the coin purse into his servants sweaty grasp
"stay mute young brute, less we dance the rope" he exhaled in a gasp
"All hear ye! In this town now there is a killer and a thief
who's slain the passing preacher, left indecent in a tree
this fine saddle as reward for the rider of this beast
only when he swings will our community find peace"
As he spoke the crowd parted, isolating the master
his hubris having hastened this unmitigated disaster
his protests unheard, the crowd wouldn't be tamed
and at the scaffold in the square his end finally came
The boy had obey'd, he sat mute through the proceedings
he gave coin to the vendor and had some chicken he was eating
in the purse there was the money from the sale of the lambs
all those little lives became this weight within his hand
Should he go home alone? It was clear he was unwanted
still he harnessed up the sled and set to walking back undaunted
heading eastbound he left town catching glimpse of a shape
a slender sexy silhouette cloaked in a fur fringed cape
You need a neander-Nancy is what his master used to say
as a joyful jesting jab when normal girls would run away
she beckons him playfully to abandon his burden
to return to her family and it seems so certain
That her father and mother will take him in with open arms
to the cave where she grew up in the mountains near the farms
fate, alas it came to pass with his limited intellect
our newly rich protagonist, our brutish boy could not expect
They approached the cave and she called to her kin
but as mother came out to welcome them in
she wore a face of concern and quickly they learned
that her father's been injured and he's had a bad turn
"Go in and say farewell, he's passing out and fading fast
as these few and fleeting moments will most likely be his last
tell him of this boy you met and try to help him rest"
she reluctantly draws the drape and leans in close with bated breath
If you know my work, you can see where we're going
behind the curtain it's certain crimson blood will be flowing
and beneath the carnage and gratuitous gore
is a one legged man that he's met before
Mother says her brother and his son are gathering men
but they'll be back for their supper and you'll get to meet them then
so he sat upon the couch in the back of the cave
contemplating the silk pouch and the mess that he'd made
Just how many gold coins is a life worth ?
well, less for a chicken and more for a horse
2023.11.28 18:18 DeadByDaylight_Dev 7.4.0 Chucky
 | https://preview.redd.it/6gp257hvg43c1.jpg?width=1000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e5ba5a6c2947e6c7e416587271455387b3546d96 submitted by DeadByDaylight_Dev to deadbydaylight [link] [comments] 7.4.0 ChuckyRelease ScheduleThe 7.4.0 Update and the Dead by Daylight: Chucky Chapter will be available starting at 12PM ET. (This is an estimate and may very from platform to platform.)PTB Developer UpdateTo catch up on everything new since the last PTB, click here:Developer Update November 2023 PTB - BHVRhttps://forums.bhvr.com/dead-by-daylight/kb/articles/420For possibly the last time this year, we’re back with another Developer Update, a series of posts covering everything coming to Dead by Daylight. This time around, we have a pint-sized post focusing on all the changes being made after this past Public Test Build (PTB). The Good Guy We were thrilled to see Chucky receive…📷ContentNew Killer - The Good GuyKiller PowerThe Good Guy has two separate modes he can switch between; Normal Mode and Hidey-Ho Mode. Due to his short height, The Good Guy also has a fixed third-person camera positioned above and behind him, giving the player a better view of his surroundings. He is also much shorter than other Killers making him very stealthy, however he leaves fading Footfalls behind as he walks.Special Ability: Hidey-Ho ModePress the Secondary Power button to enter Hidey-Ho Mode for 14 seconds. While in this mode the Killer is Undetectable, and "distraction" Illusory Footfalls and audio are spawned all across the map.Special Attack: Slice & DiceWhile in Hidey-Ho Mode, press and hold the Power button to charge up a Slice & Dice Attack. When fully charged, you automatically dash forward at high speed, triggering an attack at the end. The Power button can be released during the dash to perform the attack early.Special Ability: ScamperWhile in Hidey-Ho Mode, when you are near a vault or pallet, press the Interaction button to scamper through it quickly without breaking it.Perks
Killer Updates - The Trickster
Trickster Add-on Updates
Killer Update - The Nemesis
Perk Updates
Map UpdatesThe largest Maps in the game, The Mother's Dwelling and The Temple of Purgation of the Red Forest Realm, have been reduced in size. This will help both roles enjoy a play area that is consistent with the other maps. While we were making adjustments to the Red Forest Realm, we also did a pass on the gameplay of the tiles and improve the navigation and the readability of the map.The Garden of Joy also benefited from a gameplay pass. The house has been revisited to find a better combination of obstacles and reduce the strength of some of the windows. A pass on the tiles has also been done, since the visibility was making it hard for players to enjoy a better navigation in the map and bring the focus on the chase, loops and all interactions. The Killer Shack was also very crowded around the walls and made the collisions known through all realms hard to run consistently, we have cleared the area. PTB Feedback for the House in Garden Of Joy, we noticed that the position changes of the breakable walls, made it more difficult to deal with the Windows. We have removed the breakables, the structure of house is still problematic it is noted and will be part of a future pass on the building. Autohaven Wreckers will be more festive this year with added holiday decorations in a few places within the maps. FeaturesGraphics Update
Player Profile and Customizable Player CardsPlayers can now expect to find their level and grades on a new screen - their Player Profile! Select the badge in the top right (of most menus) to open it. The Player Profile is where players can customize their Player Card.Players now have a Player Card and can earn collectable banners and badges to customize it! New banners and badges come in a variety of rarities and appearances and can be earned from Tome and Archive rewards as well as Events. Players will be able to see their new customized player cards in a variety of menus including the end-of-match tally screen where they can show them off to other players. 📷 Bug FixesArchives
Audio
Bots
Characters
Environment/Maps
Perks
Platforms
UI
Misc
Public Test Build (PTB) AdjustmentsNew Killer - The Good GuyKiller Power
Perks
Addons
Killer Updates - The Trickster
Bots
Bug FixesGameplay
The Good Guy
The Trickster
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2023.11.26 04:39 Willow_Winters It’s great for my muscles 💪
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2023.11.17 02:14 J4v3Lin4 Parachute Silk Tablecloth & Set of 8 Napkins
 | WWII Parachute Silk Tablecloth & Napkin Set? submitted by J4v3Lin4 to Antiques [link] [comments] New to this sub! I have some items that I don’t know much about, and I am posting here in the hopes that someone can tell me more information about what I have. I’m in the USA and this item is known to have originated in the USA. My mom passed away suddenly last year at age 50 from a heart attack. The last time I saw her before she died, she gave me this tablecloth and set of 8 napkins, which she had gotten from her paternal grandmother during a recent visit to see her. This is what she told me about them: This set was used in my parents’ wedding, loaned to my mom by her grandmother. They are supposedly made from silk recovered from parachutes made for WWII prior to the adoption of nylon for use in making parachutes. She also told me that this set has a twin; an identical tablecloth was supposedly used by Nancy Reagan for some White House dinner or other event during her time as First Lady. They do appear to be made from real silk, but I can’t substantiate anything else that she said. I don’t know enough about parachute silk to know if they really are made from that, and I definitely don’t know how to verify the claim about the twin set used by Nancy Reagan. If anyone who is knowledgeable about parachute silk or has expertise concerning Reagan-era presidential artifacts, I would appreciate any insight you can offer. Mostly, I am just curious about whether these claims could be true — but of course I would also like to know if I have something valuable to collectors, or which deserves to be preserved in a museum somewhere. I’m unlikely to ever sell them because my mom left behind very few keepsakes when she died, but if they should be preserved by historians I’d really like to make sure they’re in the right hands. Thank you in advance to anyone who comments with more info! PS: sorry for not unfolding the entire tablecloth when I took the pic. I was trying to minimize exposure to cat hair, etc. It’s roughly six feet long and would probably fit a small to medium size dinner table. |
2023.10.26 10:08 Nolesman357 I beat Spider-Man 2 and loved every second of it
This game was everything I hoped it would be and then some. The story was amazing, the combat and traversal was so fluid, and the technological upgrades from the first game made this such a cool gaming experience. I managed to avoid spoilers thankfully and also didn’t see what the general public thought. Then when I beat the game I came here to see all the negative nancies nitpicking nonsense in the game. Is that game perfect? No. But it’s still a fantastic game and I for one loved it.
As far as how the game improved, the boss fights were like actually boss fights, not just cool spectacles. Don’t get me wrong, the first game has great boss fights but they’re all so easy. This game had lots of fights that weren’t too challenging but still much tougher (I played on normal). Also, the addition of my arch nemesis in gaming: parrying, added a fun wrinkle to the combat.
It’s hard for me to be critical of Spider-Man. I love all the movies, especially Spider-Man 3, so I have a hard time caring about the criticisms of the game. I’m grateful for Insomniac and all that they’ve done with Spider-Man. I am also very excited to see where they go from here.
There will presumably be DLC, maybe another spinoff, and then of course the final installment of the trilogy in Spider-Man 3. Perhaps they’ll make more games after that but as far as I know it’s a trilogy. The first game didn’t set up its DLC, but I’m hoping that Spider-Man 2 did. I’d love a Carnage DLC, as I’m sure lots of people would. I think that would make the most sense. The people would love it. It would feel underwhelming to have a chain of side missions setting up Carnage only to never show Carnage in his full glory.
A spin-off would presumably be about Venom or perhaps Silk. Miles Morales was nice because it formally introduces you to Miles as Spider-Man. If there is another playable character in Spider-Man 3, then perhaps that’s the route they’ll go if they do make a spin-off. If it’s just Miles and Peter, which I kind of hope it is. 3 playable characters is a lot. Plus, if they don’t make a spin-off they can focus more on Spider-Man 3. It’s hard to imagine Insomniac topping Spider-Man 2, but I trust them to do so. I only know Green Goblin from the movies, so I imagine Insomniac’s depiction will make him even more nefarious. The games have pretty much run through all the other villains I know so I look forward to meeting new Spider-Man villains. Kraven was one I only knew of, but didn’t know what he was all about.
I do want to address two nitpicks from the game. The first one is Kraven killing off villains offscreen. Listen, I understand they’re staple villains, but Insomniac has no more use for them and I doubt they wanted to animate entire cutscenes that ultimately don’t matter. To us these are iconic villains; to Kraven they are trophies. The second nitpick is that the ending was too rushed. This I can agree with, but I can also easily look past it. The first game has a pretty rushed ending too. I feel like by the time the end rolls around all of the emotional beats of the story have been hit and there is only the world to save so there’s not much else to do other than go take down the big bad villain.
My biggest nitpick of the game is that Mysteriums could only be completed by Miles. Peter should’ve been able to do them too. It’s ok though because these were so much easier than the Taskmaster challenges which for some reason I just had to get Ultimate.
Spider-Man 2 is a top 3 game for me. I loved it so much. Got the platinum for it, and I’m sure I’ll play it multiple times over. I can’t wait for Spider-Man 3 but for now I’ll relish in Spider-Man 2.
TL;DR: I liked Spider-Man 2 a lot.
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As far as how the game improved, the boss fights were like actually boss fights, not just cool spectacles. Don’t get me wrong, the first game has great boss fights but they’re all so easy. This game had lots of fights that weren’t too challenging but still much tougher (I played on normal). Also, the addition of my arch nemesis in gaming: parrying, added a fun wrinkle to the combat.
It’s hard for me to be critical of Spider-Man. I love all the movies, especially Spider-Man 3, so I have a hard time caring about the criticisms of the game. I’m grateful for Insomniac and all that they’ve done with Spider-Man. I am also very excited to see where they go from here.
There will presumably be DLC, maybe another spinoff, and then of course the final installment of the trilogy in Spider-Man 3. Perhaps they’ll make more games after that but as far as I know it’s a trilogy. The first game didn’t set up its DLC, but I’m hoping that Spider-Man 2 did. I’d love a Carnage DLC, as I’m sure lots of people would. I think that would make the most sense. The people would love it. It would feel underwhelming to have a chain of side missions setting up Carnage only to never show Carnage in his full glory.
A spin-off would presumably be about Venom or perhaps Silk. Miles Morales was nice because it formally introduces you to Miles as Spider-Man. If there is another playable character in Spider-Man 3, then perhaps that’s the route they’ll go if they do make a spin-off. If it’s just Miles and Peter, which I kind of hope it is. 3 playable characters is a lot. Plus, if they don’t make a spin-off they can focus more on Spider-Man 3. It’s hard to imagine Insomniac topping Spider-Man 2, but I trust them to do so. I only know Green Goblin from the movies, so I imagine Insomniac’s depiction will make him even more nefarious. The games have pretty much run through all the other villains I know so I look forward to meeting new Spider-Man villains. Kraven was one I only knew of, but didn’t know what he was all about.
I do want to address two nitpicks from the game. The first one is Kraven killing off villains offscreen. Listen, I understand they’re staple villains, but Insomniac has no more use for them and I doubt they wanted to animate entire cutscenes that ultimately don’t matter. To us these are iconic villains; to Kraven they are trophies. The second nitpick is that the ending was too rushed. This I can agree with, but I can also easily look past it. The first game has a pretty rushed ending too. I feel like by the time the end rolls around all of the emotional beats of the story have been hit and there is only the world to save so there’s not much else to do other than go take down the big bad villain.
My biggest nitpick of the game is that Mysteriums could only be completed by Miles. Peter should’ve been able to do them too. It’s ok though because these were so much easier than the Taskmaster challenges which for some reason I just had to get Ultimate.
Spider-Man 2 is a top 3 game for me. I loved it so much. Got the platinum for it, and I’m sure I’ll play it multiple times over. I can’t wait for Spider-Man 3 but for now I’ll relish in Spider-Man 2.
TL;DR: I liked Spider-Man 2 a lot.
2023.10.22 23:10 DINC2003 Deon WIP
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“Deon”
Deon felt a pleasant warmth wash over his body and a smile curl on his face. He felt weightless as though no floor were beneath him. “Is this what astronauts feel like?” he pondered. A piercing ray of light touched his eyes, but he did not mind. He was hearing a continuous tone flow through his ears that sounded peaceful and content. All felt right in the world.
“Deon, do you hear me?”
That voice. He felt as though he had heard it before, but he could not place it.
“Yeah?” Deon said, the smile reflected in his voice.
“Everything is ok, Deon.”
Deon found that odd. He felt ok. Better than ok, in fact.
“Ok” Deon replied.
“I’m going to tell you something and I would like you to know that regardless of what I say, you are safe.”
Deon thought that this sounded very comforting. Being safe is good, he thought. Deon liked being safe.
“Deon Spires, you are dead.”
“No” Deon thought, “That’s not right.”
“Do you remember, Deon?”
Deon started to remember things. He thought of his wife’s face. Beautiful. He thought of his family. His father, mother, and sister appeared in his mind.
Then something clicked in Deon and he remembered other things from his life. He started to remember the pain he suffered and the pain he caused. He remembered the feeling of anger and the feeling of guilt. He remembered who he was and though he still felt a warmth over him and he still felt weightless, the warmth became hot. The weightlessness began to feel as though he was falling. The light that shone through his eyelids became unbearable to look at. The sound in his ears became high-pitched and irritating.
And his smile was gone...
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Deon sat in his car and screamed the lyrics to a booming, intense song. As the song faded out and he stopped slapping his steering wheel to the rhythm, Deon looked at his watch and saw that it was 18:55. He turned off the car and stepped out carrying his bag and his water bottle. He traversed the parking lot until he reached the entrance of the town’s community center. Inside, it was almost completely empty with only a few employees talking amongst themselves. The doors slid open for him, and he walked in. The employees looked toward him. One was a short brunette with about a pound of makeup on while the other was a tall, chiseled guy with a perfect jawline. They were wearing the same, dull, sand-colored uniform with a logo sewn on the front and blue jeans. They were a little younger than Deon; likely seniors in high school.
“Hey. Could you point me towards the group therapy...thing?” Deon asked.
In response, the short girl pointed to a sign posted up reading “DEPRESSION GROUP THERAPY ROOM 11” with an arrow pointing toward a hallway to Deon’s left.
“Thanks” Deon said sheepishly while wearing a fake smile.
As soon as Deon started walking in the direction of the room, the two employees began talking as though he had never interrupted them in the first place. At the end of the hallway, he saw a door propped open which had the number 11 painted over it. Before he entered, he peeked inside and noticed 8 foldable chairs in a circle like an AA meeting. The room was about as large as a classroom and in the corner was a table with a coffee maker and a box of donuts sitting next to it. An older lady with blonde hair and a slightly sunken face. When she noticed Deon standing in the doorway, a toothy grin spread across her face.
“Hi! Are you here for the meeting?” she asked in a whispery voice.
“Uh...yeah. I’m not the only one here, am I? Deon asked, confused.
She looked at the clock mounted on the wall and looked back at Deon.
“So far. You’re pretty early.” she remarked.
“Early? Doesn’t it start at 7?” Deon asked while looking at his watch.
“No. Actually, it got changed to 7:30 because of some time conflict with the heroin support group.” she replied. “Since you’re here, care to help me set up?”
“Sure”
Deon made the coffee and placed Styrofoam cups on the small corner table while the blonde lady put up a sappy motivational poster in a blank space on the tan wall. This only took about 10 minutes, however, so Deon was forced to wait until the rest of the group came. The room was completely silent until the blonde lady spoke up.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask your name. Mine is Carla.” she said as she held out her hand.
“Deon.” he replied as he grabbed her hand and shook it gently.
“What brings you in, Deon?” she asked, retaining the plastered smile on her face.
“Well, I’ve had depression for years. At least, I think I have. It’s hard to tell what was depression and what was just teenage hormones.” Deon explained.
At this point in time, Carla’s face transitioned from a fake smile to a fake look of concern.
“Did you go through any trauma as a teenager, Deon?”
“Actually...no. I’ve had a pretty normal life as far as I’m concerned. Had both parents. Both love me. I’ve got a sister. I’ve never even had money problems except for very recently. Depression just kind of hit me out of the blue.” Deon explained.
As soon as Deon finished talking, a group of 7 walked in the room one by one. Each of them were much older than Deon and some of them looked much worse off than him.
“Oh boy” Carla said. “Let me go grab another chair.”
All of a sudden, the room grew very loud. They all talked like they knew each other. “Hey Bob” “How’s it going, Nancy?” “Haven’t seen you at a meeting in a while, Donna”. None of them even acknowledged Deon, but he was okay with that. Talking with strangers wasn’t one of his strong-suits. Eventually, everyone grabbed their coffee and donuts and sat down in the chairs. Carla came back with the last chair and sat down with a clipboard and a pen with one of those novelty erasers that’s shaped like a dog.
“Alright, everyone. For those who have been with us a while, welcome back. I want to introduce everyone to the newest member of our wellness journey. Go ahead and introduce yourself.”
“Yeah...my name is Deon. Thanks for having me.” Deon proclaimed and waved his hand.
“Awesome. Thanks for coming. So, who wants to go first?” Carla asked as she looked around the circle.
An older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline raised his hand. He was white, but his forehead was sunburnt, and his hands were calloused. He was wearing a blue button-up and a black tie with khakis.
“Go ahead, Alexander.” Carla said as she folded her legs.
“It’s nice to see you all.” Alexander uttered quietly. His voice was hoarse, and he didn’t look at anyone when he spoke.
“Next month is Brandon’s birthday. He would have been 26. He’s been gone for so long and yet, every time I come home, I expect to see him lying on the couch watching those cop shows we liked. He’s the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. All I can think of is what I could have done to help him. I saw him suffering...and I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Alexander cried and Deon could barely look at him. By the time Alexander finished, a couple people were crying with him. Deon sat in his chair leaning forward and staring at the ground. One by one, everyone told their stories. Bob had been homeless for over a year. Nancy had been abused by her foster parents when she was still a pre-teen. Donna was raped in an alley when she was 15. Deon sat and said nothing while these people poured their hearts out.
Eventually, everyone had told their story, but Deon and then Carla looked over at him expectantly.
“How about you, Deon? Why don’t you tell everyone what you told me?” Carla asked.
“No, I don’t think so”
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Yesterday was hectic and scary, but Deon was over the moon. He stayed next to Michelle and although she was in pain, Deon couldn’t help but wear a toothy grin until his cheeks ached. When he got home at 4 in the morning, however, that feeling of nervous excitement had vanished and turned to disgust and nausea. Michelle hadn’t come out of the bedroom or even made a sound since they returned from the hospital.
Deon sat in his chair and stared blankly at the tv screen while occasionally bringing a glass of whiskey to his lips. The show he found himself watching was some BS low-budget garbage. A family show. The husband and wife were on a camping trip with their kids. The first scene was the dad trying to set up the tent. They took a slapstick approach to it. The dad was hammering the pegs into the dirt until he the hammer found his thumb and he had a silly, cartoon reaction.
In the next scene, the family was eating lunch.
“Man, I love me some turkey and swiss, mom.” the little boy said in a funny voice before a laugh track played in the background.
Deon couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not.
“Well, son. Make sure you get nice and full because I’m going to need another man to help me finish setting up the tent” the dad said in an equally fucking stupid voice.
Then the father and son set up the tent together and surprise surprise, it turned out to be too small. Hilarious. Deon drifted off while the next episode played out and though he had fallen asleep, he was still watching the show. In this episode, the family had come back home with their brand-new baby.
“Let me know if you need anything, honey.” the dad said as he wheeled the mom into the bedroom and helped her on to the bed.
“Thanks, dear. I think I’m ok for now. Can you make sure Tommy is doing ok? You know how kids can get jealous when another baby is around.” the wife said all while smiling.
“Of course, sweetheart.” he said as he exited the room and went back down the stairs.
The son was sitting on the sofa and watching a cartoon with robots and mutants and superheroes. The dad sat next to him and saw that he had a sad face.
“What’s the matter, Tommy?” the dad asked. “Worried about not being the favorite anymore?”
“No, it’s not that dad. It’s just...the neighbors down the road were having a baby, but when they came back home from the hospital, they looked all sad.”
The dad looked puzzled until he realized what the son was talking about. After that, he stopped using a sitcom dad voice and talked normally.
“Well, Tommy. Sometimes when a woman is having a baby, it doesn’t come out right and it dies.”
“But our baby came out right, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, she did. Lots of things can cause a baby to not come out right. Sometimes the mom smokes or drinks and that hurts the baby. We loved the baby so much that it came out of your mom perfectly”
“But I’ve never seen Mrs. Spires drink or smoke ever”
“Well, they probably didn’t love it enough”
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“Deon”
Deon stepped through the brightly lit hallway and through the bedroom door to see Michelle lying seductively on the bed in his favorite of her silk robes. A smirk instantly formed on Deon’s face as he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down her leg.
“What’s the special occasion? It’s not our anniversary already, is it?” Deon asked.
Michelle sat up and inched closer to Deon before planting a kiss on his lips and whispering four words into his ear:
“Let’s have a baby”
Deon instantly felt an excited jolt in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.
“A baby? You want to have a baby now?” Deon asked whilst still retaining his upbeat demeanor.
“Yeah, why not? We love each other and you’ve always told me you wanted kids.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s just...are you sure it’s not too soon?”
“Listen...I’m going to lay in this bed with my robe on and you can join me if you like. If not, there’s a couch right out there in the living room with your name on it.” Michelle declared as she jumped under the sheets. “Well, what’s it gonna be, party pooper?”
Deon, without much thought, made his decision and joined her under the covers. After a couple hours, they lay face to face and lips to lips.
“Well, what do you think the baby will be?” she asked.
“Human, I hope.” Deon stated sarcastically.
“Shut up, asshole. You know what I mean.”
“Honestly, I don’t care either way.”
“Good answer.”
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“Deon”
Deon felt a pleasant warmth wash over his body and a smile curl on his face. He felt weightless as though no floor were beneath him. “Is this what astronauts feel like?” he pondered. A piercing ray of light touched his eyes, but he did not mind. He was hearing a continuous tone flow through his ears that sounded peaceful and content. All felt right in the world.
“Deon, do you hear me?”
That voice. He felt as though he had heard it before, but he could not place it.
“Yeah?” Deon said, the smile reflected in his voice.
“Everything is ok, Deon.”
Deon found that odd. He felt ok. Better than ok, in fact.
“Ok” Deon replied.
“I’m going to tell you something and I would like you to know that regardless of what I say, you are safe.”
Deon thought that this sounded very comforting. Being safe is good, he thought. Deon liked being safe.
“Deon Spires, you are dead.”
“No” Deon thought, “That’s not right.”
“Do you remember, Deon?”
Deon started to remember things. He thought of his wife’s face. Beautiful. He thought of his family. His father, mother, and sister appeared in his mind.
Then something clicked in Deon and he remembered other things from his life. He started to remember the pain he suffered and the pain he caused. He remembered the feeling of anger and the feeling of guilt. He remembered who he was and though he still felt a warmth over him and he still felt weightless, the warmth became hot. The weightlessness began to feel as though he was falling. The light that shone through his eyelids became unbearable to look at. The sound in his ears became high-pitched and irritating.
And his smile was gone...
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Deon sat in his car and screamed the lyrics to a booming, intense song. As the song faded out and he stopped slapping his steering wheel to the rhythm, Deon looked at his watch and saw that it was 18:55. He turned off the car and stepped out carrying his bag and his water bottle. He traversed the parking lot until he reached the entrance of the town’s community center. Inside, it was almost completely empty with only a few employees talking amongst themselves. The doors slid open for him, and he walked in. The employees looked toward him. One was a short brunette with about a pound of makeup on while the other was a tall, chiseled guy with a perfect jawline. They were wearing the same, dull, sand-colored uniform with a logo sewn on the front and blue jeans. They were a little younger than Deon; likely seniors in high school.
“Hey. Could you point me towards the group therapy...thing?” Deon asked.
In response, the short girl pointed to a sign posted up reading “DEPRESSION GROUP THERAPY ROOM 11” with an arrow pointing toward a hallway to Deon’s left.
“Thanks” Deon said sheepishly while wearing a fake smile.
As soon as Deon started walking in the direction of the room, the two employees began talking as though he had never interrupted them in the first place. At the end of the hallway, he saw a door propped open which had the number 11 painted over it. Before he entered, he peeked inside and noticed 8 foldable chairs in a circle like an AA meeting. The room was about as large as a classroom and in the corner was a table with a coffee maker and a box of donuts sitting next to it. An older lady with blonde hair and a slightly sunken face. When she noticed Deon standing in the doorway, a toothy grin spread across her face.
“Hi! Are you here for the meeting?” she asked in a whispery voice.
“Uh...yeah. I’m not the only one here, am I? Deon asked, confused.
She looked at the clock mounted on the wall and looked back at Deon.
“So far. You’re pretty early.” she remarked.
“Early? Doesn’t it start at 7?” Deon asked while looking at his watch.
“No. Actually, it got changed to 7:30 because of some time conflict with the heroin support group.” she replied. “Since you’re here, care to help me set up?”
“Sure”
Deon made the coffee and placed Styrofoam cups on the small corner table while the blonde lady put up a sappy motivational poster in a blank space on the tan wall. This only took about 10 minutes, however, so Deon was forced to wait until the rest of the group came. The room was completely silent until the blonde lady spoke up.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask your name. Mine is Carla.” she said as she held out her hand.
“Deon.” he replied as he grabbed her hand and shook it gently.
“What brings you in, Deon?” she asked, retaining the plastered smile on her face.
“Well, I’ve had depression for years. At least, I think I have. It’s hard to tell what was depression and what was just teenage hormones.” Deon explained.
At this point in time, Carla’s face transitioned from a fake smile to a fake look of concern.
“Did you go through any trauma as a teenager, Deon?”
“Actually...no. I’ve had a pretty normal life as far as I’m concerned. Had both parents. Both love me. I’ve got a sister. I’ve never even had money problems except for very recently. Depression just kind of hit me out of the blue.” Deon explained.
As soon as Deon finished talking, a group of 7 walked in the room one by one. Each of them were much older than Deon and some of them looked much worse off than him.
“Oh boy” Carla said. “Let me go grab another chair.”
All of a sudden, the room grew very loud. They all talked like they knew each other. “Hey Bob” “How’s it going, Nancy?” “Haven’t seen you at a meeting in a while, Donna”. None of them even acknowledged Deon, but he was okay with that. Talking with strangers wasn’t one of his strong-suits. Eventually, everyone grabbed their coffee and donuts and sat down in the chairs. Carla came back with the last chair and sat down with a clipboard and a pen with one of those novelty erasers that’s shaped like a dog.
“Alright, everyone. For those who have been with us a while, welcome back. I want to introduce everyone to the newest member of our wellness journey. Go ahead and introduce yourself.”
“Yeah...my name is Deon. Thanks for having me.” Deon proclaimed and waved his hand.
“Awesome. Thanks for coming. So, who wants to go first?” Carla asked as she looked around the circle.
An older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline raised his hand. He was white, but his forehead was sunburnt, and his hands were calloused. He was wearing a blue button-up and a black tie with khakis.
“Go ahead, Alexander.” Carla said as she folded her legs.
“It’s nice to see you all.” Alexander uttered quietly. His voice was hoarse, and he didn’t look at anyone when he spoke.
“Next month is Brandon’s birthday. He would have been 26. He’s been gone for so long and yet, every time I come home, I expect to see him lying on the couch watching those cop shows we liked. He’s the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. All I can think of is what I could have done to help him. I saw him suffering...and I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Alexander cried and Deon could barely look at him. By the time Alexander finished, a couple people were crying with him. Deon sat in his chair leaning forward and staring at the ground. One by one, everyone told their stories. Bob had been homeless for over a year. Nancy had been abused by her foster parents when she was still a pre-teen. Donna was raped in an alley when she was 15. Deon sat and said nothing while these people poured their hearts out.
Eventually, everyone had told their story, but Deon and then Carla looked over at him expectantly.
“How about you, Deon? Why don’t you tell everyone what you told me?” Carla asked.
“No, I don’t think so”
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Yesterday was hectic and scary, but Deon was over the moon. He stayed next to Michelle and although she was in pain, Deon couldn’t help but wear a toothy grin until his cheeks ached. When he got home at 4 in the morning, however, that feeling of nervous excitement had vanished and turned to disgust and nausea. Michelle hadn’t come out of the bedroom or even made a sound since they returned from the hospital.
Deon sat in his chair and stared blankly at the tv screen while occasionally bringing a glass of whiskey to his lips. The show he found himself watching was some BS low-budget garbage. A family show. The husband and wife were on a camping trip with their kids. The first scene was the dad trying to set up the tent. They took a slapstick approach to it. The dad was hammering the pegs into the dirt until he the hammer found his thumb and he had a silly, cartoon reaction.
In the next scene, the family was eating lunch.
“Man, I love me some turkey and swiss, mom.” the little boy said in a funny voice before a laugh track played in the background.
Deon couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not.
“Well, son. Make sure you get nice and full because I’m going to need another man to help me finish setting up the tent” the dad said in an equally fucking stupid voice.
Then the father and son set up the tent together and surprise surprise, it turned out to be too small. Hilarious. Deon drifted off while the next episode played out and though he had fallen asleep, he was still watching the show. In this episode, the family had come back home with their brand-new baby.
“Let me know if you need anything, honey.” the dad said as he wheeled the mom into the bedroom and helped her on to the bed.
“Thanks, dear. I think I’m ok for now. Can you make sure Tommy is doing ok? You know how kids can get jealous when another baby is around.” the wife said all while smiling.
“Of course, sweetheart.” he said as he exited the room and went back down the stairs.
The son was sitting on the sofa and watching a cartoon with robots and mutants and superheroes. The dad sat next to him and saw that he had a sad face.
“What’s the matter, Tommy?” the dad asked. “Worried about not being the favorite anymore?”
“No, it’s not that dad. It’s just...the neighbors down the road were having a baby, but when they came back home from the hospital, they looked all sad.”
The dad looked puzzled until he realized what the son was talking about. After that, he stopped using a sitcom dad voice and talked normally.
“Well, Tommy. Sometimes when a woman is having a baby, it doesn’t come out right and it dies.”
“But our baby came out right, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, she did. Lots of things can cause a baby to not come out right. Sometimes the mom smokes or drinks and that hurts the baby. We loved the baby so much that it came out of your mom perfectly”
“But I’ve never seen Mrs. Spires drink or smoke ever”
“Well, they probably didn’t love it enough”
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“Deon”
Deon stepped through the brightly lit hallway and through the bedroom door to see Michelle lying seductively on the bed in his favorite of her silk robes. A smirk instantly formed on Deon’s face as he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down her leg.
“What’s the special occasion? It’s not our anniversary already, is it?” Deon asked.
Michelle sat up and inched closer to Deon before planting a kiss on his lips and whispering four words into his ear:
“Let’s have a baby”
Deon instantly felt an excited jolt in his heart and butterflies in his stomach.
“A baby? You want to have a baby now?” Deon asked whilst still retaining his upbeat demeanor.
“Yeah, why not? We love each other and you’ve always told me you wanted kids.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s just...are you sure it’s not too soon?”
“Listen...I’m going to lay in this bed with my robe on and you can join me if you like. If not, there’s a couch right out there in the living room with your name on it.” Michelle declared as she jumped under the sheets. “Well, what’s it gonna be, party pooper?”
Deon, without much thought, made his decision and joined her under the covers. After a couple hours, they lay face to face and lips to lips.
“Well, what do you think the baby will be?” she asked.
“Human, I hope.” Deon stated sarcastically.
“Shut up, asshole. You know what I mean.”
“Honestly, I don’t care either way.”
“Good answer.”
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2023.09.20 05:22 Birdyline Revealing the Origins of my Pet Names (end of contest)
Its been a while but I’m back to announce that we had a winner for the pet names contest/giveaway. I asked if anyone could guess the origins of my book-themed pet’s names and I was actually super impressed by how well everyone did! The ones in bold are the ones that NO ONE guessed… but here’s the reveal:
-Claire Morning, Gabriel Silk, Benjamin Brown, Zelda Dobinski, Olivia Vertigo, and Emma Tolly are ALL from the Charlie Bone series by Jenny Nimmo
Emlyn Moon is from a spin-off series of the same author as Charlie Bone. He’s named after the book “Emlyn’s Moon.”
Crow Warbler, Ava Fathom, and Claire Morning are all from the Unwanted series by Lisa McMann. Thisbe Stowe is named after a character from the Unwanted spin off series.
Nancy and Drew are from Nancy Drew. I was surprised at how few people got that.
Jupiter North and Hawthorne Swift are from the Nevermoor series by Jessica Townsend. (I think I might name a Webkinz raven Morrigan Poe after her and Edgar Allen Poe? Would that be a good name)
Villanelle and Sestina are poetry terms, they have a third room mate named Haiku who was too obvious a guess for the first post.
Igraine and Melisande are from Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke.
Ok now all of the duplicates are out of the way, here’s the rest of them!
-Edmund - from Narnia -Midnight - Cinderella. No one got this one?! -Genesis Vertigo- yes her last name is Vertigo but that’s just because she’s the big kinz version of my Olivia Vertigo. She’s named after the book of the Bible. -Yelnats - From “Holes” by Louis Sachar -William Montague - William as in Shakespeare, Montague as in Romeo. -Atlas - from mythology —————————————— Hard guess (double the points) -Pinky - Pinky Pye by Eleanor Estes -Shelby Jayne - Circle of Secrets by Kimberly Griffith Little -Chopper- to be fair, I knew no one would guess this one. He’s named after the cooking scene in Ella Enchanted. Because I was reading Ella Enchanted and wanted a chef. Chopping just is something you do to cook. -Scruffy - refers to Hagrid because he’s hairy lol -Juline Squall - named after people from the Keeper of the Lost Cities Series by Shannon Messenger -Piper McCloud - from The Girl who Could Fly -Elizabeth - Pride and Prejudice -Princess - Princess is named for three different books. First is the Princess Academy by Shannon Hale. Second is The Princess Test by Gail Carson Levine. Third is The Princess Bride. The Little Princess was a common guess and I gave those people a point too though I have a Sara Crewe separately. -Jasmine Jasmine is named after the lion in Secondhand Lions because she’s a lion fish. It’s technically a book but most people only know the movie so this one is understandable why no one got it. -Jack Perrault - I gave one person a point for this but the full explanation is that his name was inspired by The Land of Stories by Chris Colfer (yes, from Glee.) he’s named after Jack from “Jacks and the beanstalk” and also Charles Perrault who did NOT write Jack. He wrote one adaptation of red riding hood, and that is the other character he’s named for. -Minnie Mae - named after Diana Barry’s little sister in Anne of Green Gables NOT to be confused with MILLIE Mae from The Girl Who Could Fly which was a popular guess due to having named Piper off of that book. - Fairy - Titania from a Midsummers Noght Dream by Shakespeare -Darling - Wendy Darling -Robert Mallard -named after the author of “Make way for ducklings” in the book the ducks are called Mrs and Mr Mallard.
Thanks for the participation! Let me know if you want me to post any photos of the pets you guessed for.
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-Claire Morning, Gabriel Silk, Benjamin Brown, Zelda Dobinski, Olivia Vertigo, and Emma Tolly are ALL from the Charlie Bone series by Jenny Nimmo
Emlyn Moon is from a spin-off series of the same author as Charlie Bone. He’s named after the book “Emlyn’s Moon.”
Crow Warbler, Ava Fathom, and Claire Morning are all from the Unwanted series by Lisa McMann. Thisbe Stowe is named after a character from the Unwanted spin off series.
Nancy and Drew are from Nancy Drew. I was surprised at how few people got that.
Jupiter North and Hawthorne Swift are from the Nevermoor series by Jessica Townsend. (I think I might name a Webkinz raven Morrigan Poe after her and Edgar Allen Poe? Would that be a good name)
Villanelle and Sestina are poetry terms, they have a third room mate named Haiku who was too obvious a guess for the first post.
Igraine and Melisande are from Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke.
Ok now all of the duplicates are out of the way, here’s the rest of them!
-Edmund - from Narnia -Midnight - Cinderella. No one got this one?! -Genesis Vertigo- yes her last name is Vertigo but that’s just because she’s the big kinz version of my Olivia Vertigo. She’s named after the book of the Bible. -Yelnats - From “Holes” by Louis Sachar -William Montague - William as in Shakespeare, Montague as in Romeo. -Atlas - from mythology —————————————— Hard guess (double the points) -Pinky - Pinky Pye by Eleanor Estes -Shelby Jayne - Circle of Secrets by Kimberly Griffith Little -Chopper- to be fair, I knew no one would guess this one. He’s named after the cooking scene in Ella Enchanted. Because I was reading Ella Enchanted and wanted a chef. Chopping just is something you do to cook. -Scruffy - refers to Hagrid because he’s hairy lol -Juline Squall - named after people from the Keeper of the Lost Cities Series by Shannon Messenger -Piper McCloud - from The Girl who Could Fly -Elizabeth - Pride and Prejudice -Princess - Princess is named for three different books. First is the Princess Academy by Shannon Hale. Second is The Princess Test by Gail Carson Levine. Third is The Princess Bride. The Little Princess was a common guess and I gave those people a point too though I have a Sara Crewe separately. -Jasmine Jasmine is named after the lion in Secondhand Lions because she’s a lion fish. It’s technically a book but most people only know the movie so this one is understandable why no one got it. -Jack Perrault - I gave one person a point for this but the full explanation is that his name was inspired by The Land of Stories by Chris Colfer (yes, from Glee.) he’s named after Jack from “Jacks and the beanstalk” and also Charles Perrault who did NOT write Jack. He wrote one adaptation of red riding hood, and that is the other character he’s named for. -Minnie Mae - named after Diana Barry’s little sister in Anne of Green Gables NOT to be confused with MILLIE Mae from The Girl Who Could Fly which was a popular guess due to having named Piper off of that book. - Fairy - Titania from a Midsummers Noght Dream by Shakespeare -Darling - Wendy Darling -Robert Mallard -named after the author of “Make way for ducklings” in the book the ducks are called Mrs and Mr Mallard.
Thanks for the participation! Let me know if you want me to post any photos of the pets you guessed for.
2023.09.09 19:56 Birdyline Competition: Can you guess the origin of my pets’ names?
I’m curious, so I want to give a prize of any item from my trading rooms to whoever guesses the meaning of the most of my pets names. They’re ALL names named after books or authors or poets or writers or some sort of literary thing. Some are obvious, some are not. I will write a list here and then also put some hints in the comments to help with the trickier ones. DM me if you want to try. Whoever gets the most correct wins! Because I have a lot of pets, I removed the “easy guessed” from this list as most everyone would get them.
———————————————————- Medium Guesses: -Claire Morning -Crow Warbler -Villanelle -Sestina -Edmund -Midnight -Gabriel Silk -Zelda Dobinski -Olivia Vertigo -Genesis Vertigo -Jupiter North -Hawthorne Swift -Nancy -Yelnats -William Montague - Ava Fathom -Thisbe Stowe -Atlas
——————————————— Hard guess (double the points) -Midnight -Pinky -Shelby Jayne -Chopper -Scruffy -Juline Squall -Piper McCloud -Benjamin Brown -Elizabeth - Emma Tolly -Drew -Princess -Igraine -Melisande -Jasmine -Emlyn Moon -Jack Perrault -Minnie Mae - Fairy -Butterfly -Darling -Robert Mallard
I’m going to post some hints on the comments for ones I think people will get confused. Uhhh I hope y’all want to try!
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———————————————————- Medium Guesses: -Claire Morning -Crow Warbler -Villanelle -Sestina -Edmund -Midnight -Gabriel Silk -Zelda Dobinski -Olivia Vertigo -Genesis Vertigo -Jupiter North -Hawthorne Swift -Nancy -Yelnats -William Montague - Ava Fathom -Thisbe Stowe -Atlas
——————————————— Hard guess (double the points) -Midnight -Pinky -Shelby Jayne -Chopper -Scruffy -Juline Squall -Piper McCloud -Benjamin Brown -Elizabeth - Emma Tolly -Drew -Princess -Igraine -Melisande -Jasmine -Emlyn Moon -Jack Perrault -Minnie Mae - Fairy -Butterfly -Darling -Robert Mallard
I’m going to post some hints on the comments for ones I think people will get confused. Uhhh I hope y’all want to try!
2023.06.19 18:51 dingyametrine [US to US] [Perfume] [Sell] Alkemia, BPAL, Hex, Laurel & June, Luvmilk & More
[US to US] [Perfume] [$4.50 shipping]
The FS I have:
Savor Soap * Hot Buttered Oatmeal, $4 (Hot cooked oats, melted butter, a touch of maple, and sweet sugar.)
The Strange South * Skeeter Eater, $8 (Essential oils of rose geranium, marigold, eucalyptus, cedar, lemon balm, and cinnamon, scented with wild berries and vanilla.)
The samples I have:
Alkemia * Arcanum Experiment #7 (2021), $3 (Medieval saffron honeycake, black cardamon, nutmeg, Scottish oatcakes, Saxon lemon tart, penydes, and a splash of mead) * Arcanum Experiment #4 (2022), $3 (Gingermint julep, fresh muddled berries, lemon verbena, botanical gin) * Arcanum Experiment #6 (2022), $3 (Strawberry incense, boozy black cherries, labdanum, frankincense, rock rose, black amber) * Bayberry Alchemy (November 2021), $3 (A blend of the unique piney-spicy aroma of bayberries with chai tea, nutmeg, Ceylon cinnamon, treacle, and cozy firewood to bring the delights of the season to heart and home.) * May Queen Alchemy (May 2022), $3 (Soft ozonic spring breezes rippling through a braided crown of fresh spring flowers, peach nectar, purple plums, bramble berries, hawthorn blossoms, birch leaves, rowan berries, and sweet woodruff wine.) * Nephilim, $4 (A dark, earthy union of aged iron distilled patchouli and black oud with a mineralistic accord of gypsum flower and brimstone.) * Aurora, $3 (A luminscent skin-but-better aurora of soft cashmeran, orris root, cardamon infused coconut milk, white amber, white musk, white violet, white ginger, lotus flower, and a touch of honeyed cream.) * Black Iris, $3 (Royal purple iris, Queen Elizabeth orris root, Nimbostratus rainclouds.) * Black Roses, $3 (Voluptuous, midnight-black roses blended with precious black Arabian oud and black Indonesian musk.) * Carnival of Illustrious Hearts, $3 (A glitteringly gourmet gala of French sugarcreams, candied orange blossoms, raspberry cotton candy, rosewater torte filling, and Bourbon vanilla amber.) * Green Carnation, $3 (A subversively mysterious philtre of carnations, dianthus, absinthe, green patchouli, and bay rum.) * Hippie Spirit, $3 (A bohemian love-fest of resinous head shop incenses, sexy skin musk, slightly dirty patchouli, groovy champa blossoms, and flowering cannabis.) * Mystery Sample, $2 (???) * Sun Dried Laundry in a Summer Rain, $3 (Stonewashed linen and clean, sun-dried cotton billowing gently on an old fashioned clothesline spattered by the first gently ozonic drops of a Maine summer rain.) * Tulips & Chimneys, $3 (An urban springtime of rainy aldehydes, wet asphalt, industrial steam engines, farmer's market bouquets of fresh tulips, Toulouse violets, mint pastels, and a warm touch of clove viburnum.)
Alphamusk * Owviously, $2 (Silkened red oud, crushed feathers, sparkling moon musk, elemi, frankincense, trail stones, Buddha wood, amyris, rosewood, tolu balsam, sweet patchouli buds, campfire ash.)
Astrid * Ebb & Flow, $2 (Honeysuckle, frankincense, Argentine lemon, and sage.) * Pink Umbrella, $2 (Spring rain accord, lily of the valley, pink rose, pear, carrot seed, gardenia, cherry, and vanilla.)
Black Hearted Tart * Brighter than Sunshine, $3 (Opens with the scent of mouth watering lemon bars with enticing notes of gooey lemon curd, buttery shortbread crust, and sprinkles of powdered sugar. Orange blossoms blended with mandarin and wild honey add a soft floral element. Sun brewed sweet tea accord adds a refreshing spritz of herbaceous freshness to this sunshiny blend. Sweet amber and golden vanilla create the base.) * Piece of My Heart, $3 (inspired by the intoxicating aroma southern Magnolia trees release into the hot humid summer air. Magnolia tree accord made with lemony floral magnolia blossoms and waxy green tree leaves. Sugar cane adds sweetness, while cardamom and pink pepper add spice. The vanilla bean base is complimented with sandalwood and a dash of bitter almond.)
BPAL * Aelopile, $3 (Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.) * Anubis, $2 (His scent is a blend of holy myrrh, storax, balsam, and embalming herbs.) * Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo, $2 (Bottled happiness. Helps reverse misfortune, brings light and laughter to even the most troubled and discordant place, and aids in alleviating the stress and discontent that accompanies so many of life’s daily trials.) * Chaotic, $3 (A whirling mélange of multicolored musks with wasabi, rooibos, heliotrope, and mastic.) * Faustus, $2 (An infusion of incalculable power and irresistible temptation. Truly an exercise in megalomania and self-gratification: frankincense and cinnamon, darkened by violet.) * Has No Hanna, $1 (Brings a rush of good luck, lifts the spirit, and helps alleviate depression.) * Mary Shelley, $3 (The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian perfume.) * Othello, $1 (Arabian musk with two roses and a bevy of Middle Eastern and Indian spices.)
CocoaPink * Bobbing For Apples, $2 (Orchard peaches, Honey Crisp apples, glowing Jack O' lanterns, pumpkin flesh, and layers of creamy vanilla with just a touch of the warm patchouli fragrance of Witch's Brew.) * Fear of Pumpkins, $3 (Sweet pumpkin entombed inside soft pale cupcakes topped with whipped buttercream frosting next to a frightful blend of sugared pralines and pumpkin bread.) * Opera Ghost, $3 (Candlelight reflected on rosewood; an elegance of myrrh and amber; dainty macarons; a cloak as dark as black chocolate; a single perfect rose.) * Telekinetic, $3 (Mysterious star jasmine, paperwhites, Italian bergamot, white wild rose, sensual balsam, fresh tobacco leaves, spicy pink peppercorn shocked with an ambergris accord.) * Turqoise Elfcup, $2 (Sea breezes and fresh salt spray, a shore of deep mosses starred with tiny blue freesias and a sweet juicy pear accord with a touch of skin musk.)
Death & Floral * My Whole Life Is A Delicate Cycle, $1 (Bubbly Laundry soap, the metal clink of change in machines, a cotton bra with an unknown owner.)
Drop Down Dew * Lamentations, $1 (Moroccan argan, coffee, frankincense, myrrh, warm vanilla)
Forelsket * Sommer, $4 (Dry grass, super sweet corn, a juicy peach, hyacinth, and the well-worn wood of a picnic table)
Fyrinnae * Warlock of Centaurus, $2 (Sharp black pepper and powdery amber resin dominate, followed by warm, sweet acacia wood, hints of patchouli and saffron, with a note of soft suede)
Haus of Gloi * Milkmaid, $2 (Flushed, but demure. Fresh milk, clean linens, pale musk and pink sweet pea blossom.) * Snow Flower, $2 (Hawthorn and heliotrope blossoms, softly falling snow, cold winter air and crystalline musk.)
Hexennacht / Mr. Hex * Baccarat Mews, $3 (Citrus, jasmine, saffron, sage, ambergris, oakmoss, cedar) * Butterbeer, $2 (Sweet, golden, drippy butterscotch, rich vanilla ice cream, hot buttered rum) * Freddy Loves Nancy, $2 (Dreamy, pillowy, torched marshmallows, and strong black coffee.) * Mossypeach, $2 (Peach, sun-warmed meadow, cedar, sandalwood, vetiver, tree moss, oakmoss accord.) * Red Berry Trifle, $3 (Vanilla madeleines, custard, strawberries, raspberries, whipped cream. Contains natural strawberry & raspberry isolates.) * Spirit Mews, $3 (incense, pink pepper, bergamot, cedar, ylang-ylang, Bulgarian rose, jasmine, vanilla, benzoin) * Strychnine, $3 (Egyptian musk, orange blossom, osmanthus, amber, vanilla, vetiver, sandalwood, patchouli.) * Take Me To Church, $3 (Ultra-premium amber accord, vanilla, tonka, bois d'encense, frankincense, olibanum coeur, myrrh, benzoin, peru balsam, roasted labdanum.) * Vice, $3 (Lascivious crimson musk, crumpled velvet, leather, amberspice accord, animalic accord, suede, over-ripe figs, rum, raspberry, cognac, smeared red lipstick, tobacco, silken underpinnings, florid skin, cocaine accord, smoke.)
Laurel & June * Blue Tropic, $3 (Blue velvet, honeyberry, pineapple, pikake flowers, white amber) * Heaven's Season, $3 (Honeysuckle, jasmine and wisteria vines dancing in the warm spring breeze with touches of vetiver, white musk and rosewood.) * I Shall Not Live in Vain, $3 (Mid-spring's delights of bright greens, tulips, irises, heather, pink jasmine and passion flower with a base of woody amber) * Only Gods Know, $2 (Coconut cream, ambrosia, honey, vanilla bean. *) * Sensual Sweetheart, $3 (Powdery soft roses and violets, soft skin, silk sheets) * Voluptuous Vulpine, $3 (Lavender, cedarwood, balsam, golden amber, ginger, bergamot, vetiver, basil*)
Luvmilk * Enchanting Blood, $3 (Lime, lemongrass, grated ginger, and green tea. BODY SPRAY) * Little Devil, $3 (Light marshmallow, osmanthus, aged bark, sweet resin, and juicy red pomegranate. BODY SPRAY) * Rabbit Cafe, $3 (Fried dough, strawberry ham, gardenia, jasmine, vanilla, coconut musk, and white amber. BODY SPRAY) * Mother Bee, $1.50 (Sweet honey, creamy vanilla, and lightly toasted marshmallow. BODY POWDER.) * Child King, $3 (Strong black coffee, a scoop of coffee ice cream dusted with cocoa powder, clove, and a splash of dark rum.) * Heart Breaker, $3 (Rich butterscotch, warm graham crackers, faint notes of cinnamon and brown sugar, and a drizzle of caramel.)
Poesies * Amaterasu, $3 (golden sandalwood incense, rice milk, bright cardamom, amber, dry wheat, and sunflowers) * Green Girl, $3 (pistachio, wildflower honey, oatmilk matcha latte, heliotrope blossoms, marshmallow musk.) * Villa Diodati, $3 (rosemary, pine, lake water, and dark vanilla.)
Possets * Hop Head, $1 (Coffee in its most perfectly beautiful form is dropped into five ambers which range from sweet to dry. This combination will give you a nosegasm. Gourmandy and very beautiful.) * Mandorla, $3 (The freshness of a new spring grass with fern, a hint of spearmint, a small tot of bitter galbanum and a bit of one of the coldest African Musks.) * The Moon, $2 (White long silky spun threads of three white musks combined with an almost creamy insinuation of white beeswax carrying a very sophisticated edge. Not a foody blend despite the sweetness of beeswax.)
Pylies * Faerie Offering, $1 (A humble outdoor offering for the fae featuring pome fruit, fresh baked bread, and cows milk.) * Honey Cakes, $1 (Golden corn cakes, spiced honey butter, bee pollen, and orange zest.) * Is It Fall Yet?, $2 (Pumpkin incense, stale gingerbread, a drop of honey.) * Pastel Pony, $2 (Strawberry syrup, boxed white cake mix, buttercream frosting, vanilla wafer musk.)
Sixteen92 * Lafayette Cemetery No 1, $2 ((Fall 2020 Cemetary Tour) White mandevilla, sooty dragon’s blood, wild datura, wrought iron gates, muddy clay, living moss, chicory root, bone dust, chalk) * Psychokinesis, $2 (Toasted vanilla bean, espresso, sweet myrrh, roasted pecan, honeyed wheat, citrus zest.) * Rei, $3 (Opening notes of aldehydes, ozone and rose oxide are layered atop crisp bergamot, yuzu and the smallest touch of buttery smooth gardenia, with a base of dark labdanum, vetiver, fossilized amber resin and opium.) * Strigoi, $2 ((Fall 2021) Freshly exhumed funerary boxes, a circle of salt, cold iron stake, heavy stone, stinging rain blood and fire.)
Smelly Yeti * Jimmy Stewart has Stolen the Moon, $2 (Made specially to be a soothing bedtime scent. Lavender and lilac blossoms, mint, vanilla, with a hint of citrus and pine needles.)
Stereoplasm * Boho Cat, $2 (Book-pressed roses, freshly picked rosemary, dusty charcoal, linseed twine and soft jasmine incense.) * Enjoy Your Waffles!, $1 (A welcoming breakfast of homemade waffles with plenty of maple syrup, coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice.)
The Strange South * Abe Lincoln: Ancient Astronaut Expert, $2.50 (Damp corners with boxes full of stained notebook paper. Burned out halogen bulbs, an otherworldly fog, and the remains of this morning's breakfast: cinnamon and sugar toast. Blended with our unique base, The Ancient One.) * Banshee's Holler, $2.50 (Moonflower, wilted carnations, white musk, birch bark, and decaying leaves.) * Burning Rain of Death, $2.50 (Damp wood and stone, ginger, pink peppercorn, cardamom, snuffed smoke, and wormwood.) * Darling, $2.50 (Violet, bitter pomegranate seeds, marshmallow fluff, and frost.) * Follow the Crows, $2.50 (Blueberry, moss, quicksilver solution, and mandrake root.) * Glamour, $2.50 (Violet, kudzu, cedar, black pepper, and warm rain.) * Nightjar, $2.50 (Peach blossom, honeysuckle, sage, fern, tuberose, dragon's blood, clove, and smoked vanilla.) * Before the Drop, $2 (Peppermint, green tea, marshmallow, heather, violet, and evening rain.) * Magnolia, $2 (Solinote.) * Wisteria, $2 (Solinote.)
Whisper Sisters * Turnip, $1 (Myrrh, walnut, clove, Tunisian patchouli, maple, nag champa, apple wood, red cedar.)
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The FS I have:
Savor Soap * Hot Buttered Oatmeal, $4 (Hot cooked oats, melted butter, a touch of maple, and sweet sugar.)
The Strange South * Skeeter Eater, $8 (Essential oils of rose geranium, marigold, eucalyptus, cedar, lemon balm, and cinnamon, scented with wild berries and vanilla.)
The samples I have:
Alkemia * Arcanum Experiment #7 (2021), $3 (Medieval saffron honeycake, black cardamon, nutmeg, Scottish oatcakes, Saxon lemon tart, penydes, and a splash of mead) * Arcanum Experiment #4 (2022), $3 (Gingermint julep, fresh muddled berries, lemon verbena, botanical gin) * Arcanum Experiment #6 (2022), $3 (Strawberry incense, boozy black cherries, labdanum, frankincense, rock rose, black amber) * Bayberry Alchemy (November 2021), $3 (A blend of the unique piney-spicy aroma of bayberries with chai tea, nutmeg, Ceylon cinnamon, treacle, and cozy firewood to bring the delights of the season to heart and home.) * May Queen Alchemy (May 2022), $3 (Soft ozonic spring breezes rippling through a braided crown of fresh spring flowers, peach nectar, purple plums, bramble berries, hawthorn blossoms, birch leaves, rowan berries, and sweet woodruff wine.) * Nephilim, $4 (A dark, earthy union of aged iron distilled patchouli and black oud with a mineralistic accord of gypsum flower and brimstone.) * Aurora, $3 (A luminscent skin-but-better aurora of soft cashmeran, orris root, cardamon infused coconut milk, white amber, white musk, white violet, white ginger, lotus flower, and a touch of honeyed cream.) * Black Iris, $3 (Royal purple iris, Queen Elizabeth orris root, Nimbostratus rainclouds.) * Black Roses, $3 (Voluptuous, midnight-black roses blended with precious black Arabian oud and black Indonesian musk.) * Carnival of Illustrious Hearts, $3 (A glitteringly gourmet gala of French sugarcreams, candied orange blossoms, raspberry cotton candy, rosewater torte filling, and Bourbon vanilla amber.) * Green Carnation, $3 (A subversively mysterious philtre of carnations, dianthus, absinthe, green patchouli, and bay rum.) * Hippie Spirit, $3 (A bohemian love-fest of resinous head shop incenses, sexy skin musk, slightly dirty patchouli, groovy champa blossoms, and flowering cannabis.) * Mystery Sample, $2 (???) * Sun Dried Laundry in a Summer Rain, $3 (Stonewashed linen and clean, sun-dried cotton billowing gently on an old fashioned clothesline spattered by the first gently ozonic drops of a Maine summer rain.) * Tulips & Chimneys, $3 (An urban springtime of rainy aldehydes, wet asphalt, industrial steam engines, farmer's market bouquets of fresh tulips, Toulouse violets, mint pastels, and a warm touch of clove viburnum.)
Alphamusk * Owviously, $2 (Silkened red oud, crushed feathers, sparkling moon musk, elemi, frankincense, trail stones, Buddha wood, amyris, rosewood, tolu balsam, sweet patchouli buds, campfire ash.)
Astrid * Ebb & Flow, $2 (Honeysuckle, frankincense, Argentine lemon, and sage.) * Pink Umbrella, $2 (Spring rain accord, lily of the valley, pink rose, pear, carrot seed, gardenia, cherry, and vanilla.)
Black Hearted Tart * Brighter than Sunshine, $3 (Opens with the scent of mouth watering lemon bars with enticing notes of gooey lemon curd, buttery shortbread crust, and sprinkles of powdered sugar. Orange blossoms blended with mandarin and wild honey add a soft floral element. Sun brewed sweet tea accord adds a refreshing spritz of herbaceous freshness to this sunshiny blend. Sweet amber and golden vanilla create the base.) * Piece of My Heart, $3 (inspired by the intoxicating aroma southern Magnolia trees release into the hot humid summer air. Magnolia tree accord made with lemony floral magnolia blossoms and waxy green tree leaves. Sugar cane adds sweetness, while cardamom and pink pepper add spice. The vanilla bean base is complimented with sandalwood and a dash of bitter almond.)
BPAL * Aelopile, $3 (Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.) * Anubis, $2 (His scent is a blend of holy myrrh, storax, balsam, and embalming herbs.) * Aunt Caroline's Joy Mojo, $2 (Bottled happiness. Helps reverse misfortune, brings light and laughter to even the most troubled and discordant place, and aids in alleviating the stress and discontent that accompanies so many of life’s daily trials.) * Chaotic, $3 (A whirling mélange of multicolored musks with wasabi, rooibos, heliotrope, and mastic.) * Faustus, $2 (An infusion of incalculable power and irresistible temptation. Truly an exercise in megalomania and self-gratification: frankincense and cinnamon, darkened by violet.) * Has No Hanna, $1 (Brings a rush of good luck, lifts the spirit, and helps alleviate depression.) * Mary Shelley, $3 (The scent of absinthe, lightning, stormclouds, and laudanum crashing through a veil of soft Victorian perfume.) * Othello, $1 (Arabian musk with two roses and a bevy of Middle Eastern and Indian spices.)
CocoaPink * Bobbing For Apples, $2 (Orchard peaches, Honey Crisp apples, glowing Jack O' lanterns, pumpkin flesh, and layers of creamy vanilla with just a touch of the warm patchouli fragrance of Witch's Brew.) * Fear of Pumpkins, $3 (Sweet pumpkin entombed inside soft pale cupcakes topped with whipped buttercream frosting next to a frightful blend of sugared pralines and pumpkin bread.) * Opera Ghost, $3 (Candlelight reflected on rosewood; an elegance of myrrh and amber; dainty macarons; a cloak as dark as black chocolate; a single perfect rose.) * Telekinetic, $3 (Mysterious star jasmine, paperwhites, Italian bergamot, white wild rose, sensual balsam, fresh tobacco leaves, spicy pink peppercorn shocked with an ambergris accord.) * Turqoise Elfcup, $2 (Sea breezes and fresh salt spray, a shore of deep mosses starred with tiny blue freesias and a sweet juicy pear accord with a touch of skin musk.)
Death & Floral * My Whole Life Is A Delicate Cycle, $1 (Bubbly Laundry soap, the metal clink of change in machines, a cotton bra with an unknown owner.)
Drop Down Dew * Lamentations, $1 (Moroccan argan, coffee, frankincense, myrrh, warm vanilla)
Forelsket * Sommer, $4 (Dry grass, super sweet corn, a juicy peach, hyacinth, and the well-worn wood of a picnic table)
Fyrinnae * Warlock of Centaurus, $2 (Sharp black pepper and powdery amber resin dominate, followed by warm, sweet acacia wood, hints of patchouli and saffron, with a note of soft suede)
Haus of Gloi * Milkmaid, $2 (Flushed, but demure. Fresh milk, clean linens, pale musk and pink sweet pea blossom.) * Snow Flower, $2 (Hawthorn and heliotrope blossoms, softly falling snow, cold winter air and crystalline musk.)
Hexennacht / Mr. Hex * Baccarat Mews, $3 (Citrus, jasmine, saffron, sage, ambergris, oakmoss, cedar) * Butterbeer, $2 (Sweet, golden, drippy butterscotch, rich vanilla ice cream, hot buttered rum) * Freddy Loves Nancy, $2 (Dreamy, pillowy, torched marshmallows, and strong black coffee.) * Mossypeach, $2 (Peach, sun-warmed meadow, cedar, sandalwood, vetiver, tree moss, oakmoss accord.) * Red Berry Trifle, $3 (Vanilla madeleines, custard, strawberries, raspberries, whipped cream. Contains natural strawberry & raspberry isolates.) * Spirit Mews, $3 (incense, pink pepper, bergamot, cedar, ylang-ylang, Bulgarian rose, jasmine, vanilla, benzoin) * Strychnine, $3 (Egyptian musk, orange blossom, osmanthus, amber, vanilla, vetiver, sandalwood, patchouli.) * Take Me To Church, $3 (Ultra-premium amber accord, vanilla, tonka, bois d'encense, frankincense, olibanum coeur, myrrh, benzoin, peru balsam, roasted labdanum.) * Vice, $3 (Lascivious crimson musk, crumpled velvet, leather, amberspice accord, animalic accord, suede, over-ripe figs, rum, raspberry, cognac, smeared red lipstick, tobacco, silken underpinnings, florid skin, cocaine accord, smoke.)
Laurel & June * Blue Tropic, $3 (Blue velvet, honeyberry, pineapple, pikake flowers, white amber) * Heaven's Season, $3 (Honeysuckle, jasmine and wisteria vines dancing in the warm spring breeze with touches of vetiver, white musk and rosewood.) * I Shall Not Live in Vain, $3 (Mid-spring's delights of bright greens, tulips, irises, heather, pink jasmine and passion flower with a base of woody amber) * Only Gods Know, $2 (Coconut cream, ambrosia, honey, vanilla bean. *) * Sensual Sweetheart, $3 (Powdery soft roses and violets, soft skin, silk sheets) * Voluptuous Vulpine, $3 (Lavender, cedarwood, balsam, golden amber, ginger, bergamot, vetiver, basil*)
Luvmilk * Enchanting Blood, $3 (Lime, lemongrass, grated ginger, and green tea. BODY SPRAY) * Little Devil, $3 (Light marshmallow, osmanthus, aged bark, sweet resin, and juicy red pomegranate. BODY SPRAY) * Rabbit Cafe, $3 (Fried dough, strawberry ham, gardenia, jasmine, vanilla, coconut musk, and white amber. BODY SPRAY) * Mother Bee, $1.50 (Sweet honey, creamy vanilla, and lightly toasted marshmallow. BODY POWDER.) * Child King, $3 (Strong black coffee, a scoop of coffee ice cream dusted with cocoa powder, clove, and a splash of dark rum.) * Heart Breaker, $3 (Rich butterscotch, warm graham crackers, faint notes of cinnamon and brown sugar, and a drizzle of caramel.)
Poesies * Amaterasu, $3 (golden sandalwood incense, rice milk, bright cardamom, amber, dry wheat, and sunflowers) * Green Girl, $3 (pistachio, wildflower honey, oatmilk matcha latte, heliotrope blossoms, marshmallow musk.) * Villa Diodati, $3 (rosemary, pine, lake water, and dark vanilla.)
Possets * Hop Head, $1 (Coffee in its most perfectly beautiful form is dropped into five ambers which range from sweet to dry. This combination will give you a nosegasm. Gourmandy and very beautiful.) * Mandorla, $3 (The freshness of a new spring grass with fern, a hint of spearmint, a small tot of bitter galbanum and a bit of one of the coldest African Musks.) * The Moon, $2 (White long silky spun threads of three white musks combined with an almost creamy insinuation of white beeswax carrying a very sophisticated edge. Not a foody blend despite the sweetness of beeswax.)
Pylies * Faerie Offering, $1 (A humble outdoor offering for the fae featuring pome fruit, fresh baked bread, and cows milk.) * Honey Cakes, $1 (Golden corn cakes, spiced honey butter, bee pollen, and orange zest.) * Is It Fall Yet?, $2 (Pumpkin incense, stale gingerbread, a drop of honey.) * Pastel Pony, $2 (Strawberry syrup, boxed white cake mix, buttercream frosting, vanilla wafer musk.)
Sixteen92 * Lafayette Cemetery No 1, $2 ((Fall 2020 Cemetary Tour) White mandevilla, sooty dragon’s blood, wild datura, wrought iron gates, muddy clay, living moss, chicory root, bone dust, chalk) * Psychokinesis, $2 (Toasted vanilla bean, espresso, sweet myrrh, roasted pecan, honeyed wheat, citrus zest.) * Rei, $3 (Opening notes of aldehydes, ozone and rose oxide are layered atop crisp bergamot, yuzu and the smallest touch of buttery smooth gardenia, with a base of dark labdanum, vetiver, fossilized amber resin and opium.) * Strigoi, $2 ((Fall 2021) Freshly exhumed funerary boxes, a circle of salt, cold iron stake, heavy stone, stinging rain blood and fire.)
Smelly Yeti * Jimmy Stewart has Stolen the Moon, $2 (Made specially to be a soothing bedtime scent. Lavender and lilac blossoms, mint, vanilla, with a hint of citrus and pine needles.)
Stereoplasm * Boho Cat, $2 (Book-pressed roses, freshly picked rosemary, dusty charcoal, linseed twine and soft jasmine incense.) * Enjoy Your Waffles!, $1 (A welcoming breakfast of homemade waffles with plenty of maple syrup, coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice.)
The Strange South * Abe Lincoln: Ancient Astronaut Expert, $2.50 (Damp corners with boxes full of stained notebook paper. Burned out halogen bulbs, an otherworldly fog, and the remains of this morning's breakfast: cinnamon and sugar toast. Blended with our unique base, The Ancient One.) * Banshee's Holler, $2.50 (Moonflower, wilted carnations, white musk, birch bark, and decaying leaves.) * Burning Rain of Death, $2.50 (Damp wood and stone, ginger, pink peppercorn, cardamom, snuffed smoke, and wormwood.) * Darling, $2.50 (Violet, bitter pomegranate seeds, marshmallow fluff, and frost.) * Follow the Crows, $2.50 (Blueberry, moss, quicksilver solution, and mandrake root.) * Glamour, $2.50 (Violet, kudzu, cedar, black pepper, and warm rain.) * Nightjar, $2.50 (Peach blossom, honeysuckle, sage, fern, tuberose, dragon's blood, clove, and smoked vanilla.) * Before the Drop, $2 (Peppermint, green tea, marshmallow, heather, violet, and evening rain.) * Magnolia, $2 (Solinote.) * Wisteria, $2 (Solinote.)
Whisper Sisters * Turnip, $1 (Myrrh, walnut, clove, Tunisian patchouli, maple, nag champa, apple wood, red cedar.)