#circee

This is the last of my fnaf backlog stuff for now. I'd need to scour some older sketchbooks for more. Although I've been messing with colors, so that might be something I could share.

So I wanted to try my hand at redesigning some fnaf characters. I just didn't like how hideous they were for something that should be designed to be endearing to kids.

Details under the read more to avoid clutter.

WITCHTOBER 

DAY 12 : "WITCH"

The term "witch" comes from the popular Latin "Sortiearius, strictly speaking "spell-caller ". This word was the worst of infamies! In myths, women are at best reduced to the rank of magician, at worst to witches such as Circe or Morgane. These appellations are always associated with a degradation, with an erotic dimension. It is a word invented by men to harm and enslave the women.

Considering this first point and the suffering and horror experienced by witch-hunt victims, I find it difficult to understand the appropriation of this term by some feminist movements. I also have trouble understanding the modern appropriation of this term. It is certainly surrounded by mystery and magic, but also by so much desolation and hatred.

How to claim to be a witch in the twenty-first century, when we live in completely different living conditions. We are no longer close to nature, most of us even live in the city.

To this first observation is added commercial appropriation going completely against feminism and the notion of free women.

What do you think about it ?

JOUR 12 : “ SORCIERE”

Le terme « sorcière » vient du latin populaire « sortiarius, proprement « diseur de sorts ». Ce mot était la pire des infamies ! Dans les mythes, les femmes sont réduites aux mieux au rang de magicienne, au pire à celui de sorcières telles que Circé ou encore Morgane. Ces appellations sont toujours associés à un mouvement de dégradation, avec une dimension érotique. C’est un mot inventé par les hommes pour nuire et asservir la femme. 

Compte tenu de ce premier point et de la souffrance et l’horreur qu’ont subi les victimes de la chasse aux sorcières, j’ai du mal à comprendre la récupération de ce terme par certains mouvements féministes. J’ai aussi du mal à comprendre la récupération moderne de ce terme. Il est certes entouré de mystère et de magie, mais aussi de tellement de désolation et de haine.

Comment se revendiquer sorcière en vivant au XXIème siècle, quand on pense aux conditions de vie complètement différentes. Nous ne sommes plus du tout proche de la nature, la plupart d’entre nous, même, vivent en ville. A ce premier constat s’ajoute la récupération commerciale allant complètement à l’encontre du féminisme et de la notion de femmes libres.

🌸Stuffies: How did you meet your best friend?

I meet my two best friends through Tumblr actually. One of them is @thewitchofthenorse and the other is thistleunderthemoon who deactivated a little while back. I love chatting with them about everything.

Hot Coco was already answered here so I picked Cotton Candy.

🌸Cotton Candy: What’s your favourite candy?

My favorite candy is chocolate! Give me my Sarris candies or yummy delicious chocolate filled with wonderfulness.

🌸Rainy Days: What do you do on a rainy day?

I usually like staying in bed and reading a book or watching Netflix. After it stops, i like going outside to smell the after smell called petrichor.

It’s not that Gilfoyle wants to hurt Jared by digging into his past. That’s not it at all. He wants to know who hurt Jared so he can make sure not to do any of the things they did, even the tiniest things that could trigger a flashback.

He makes the decision to dig into Jared’s tragic past after Jared wakes screaming in German from yet another nightmare. When Gilfoyle reaches to comfort him, Jared’s eyes grow wide and he shrinks back, muttering in terrified German. 

Google Translate tells Gilfoyle that Jared was saying “please don’t hurt me.”

So Gilfoyle reasons that the best way to avoid hurting Jared is to know everything he’s been through, to make sure he won’t do anything that reminds Jared of his awful childhood.

It takes some digging - Jared’s past life is pretty deeply buried, tangled up in legal documents - but what Gilfoyle finds is even more horrific than he could have imagined. Abuse, neglect, abandonment, starvation, pages and pages of hospital records describing broken bones and burns and gashes on his back from a belt, all accompanied by photos - almost mugshots, marked “evidence” - of a scared sickly sad-eyed boy, barely more than skin and bones, covered in scars and bruises. 

He’s so deeply absorbed that he doesn’t even hear Jared come in, doesn’t know he’s there until he hears a soft “oh” and turns around.

Jared looks - no, angry isn’t the right word. Betrayed, Gilfoyle realizes, and his stomach drops.

“Bertram,” Jared says softly, “why would you do this?”

“Jared, I - “ But Jared leaves the room before Gilfoyle can finish.

Gilfoyle spends the night on the couch. The next morning, he digs into his own past, prints out hundreds of pages of school reports and arrest records, and brings the entire file to Jared in their bedroom.

Jared is lying in bed, facing away from the door, feigning sleep. Gilfoyle places the stack of paper at the foot of the bed and clears his throat.

“Jared, I’m sorry,” he says. “I need you to know I wasn’t doing it to hurt you.  I just wanted to know you better, so I wouldn’t hurt you by mistake. And I - I brought you my entire file, so we’re even.”

THere’s silence for a few minutes. Then, Jared rolls over, and Gilfoyle sees his red eyes and the tear tracks on his pale face.

“We’re not even, Bertram,” Jared says, his voice hoarse from crying. “You gave me this willingly. I had my privacy - my trust in you - violated. And whatever your intentions, it hurt to see you ignore my boundaries like that. There’s a reason why I kept those things from you, from everyone here. It wasn’t dishonesty, it was me trying to maintain some control over my life. I’ve had so many people digging through my past, and I was really hoping you wouldn’t be one of them.”

“I am so, so sorry, Jared,” Gilfoyle says again. “Please believe me. I won’t do anything like that ever again. I just - I feel so powerless whenever I see you waking up from your nightmares. I want to help you, but I don’t know where to start, and I thought....I thought maybe if I knew what you went through, I could be a better boyfriend. And I realize that doesn’t excuse it, but I love you. I really do. And I’m sorry.”

Jared says nothing, but sits up, reaches for Gilfoyle’s file, and pats the space beside him on the bed.

Hello! Thanks for asking for a reading :)For you, I pulled Strength! 

I think this is a very positive card for your question. This card focuses on our inner strength and ability to overcome obstacles with focus and self control. I think this definitely means that following your intuition will lead you down the correct path! I also wanted to say that in the guidebook for the deck I use, there is a sentence which I feel really relates to your question:

“All the courage you need can be found in the muscle known as the heart.”

BELLADONNA: What was the first spell you ever cast?

It was a spell of my own making called the A Remembrance Spell.

HENBANE: What kind of Witchcraft do you practice most often?

I mostly practice necromancy through the use of my ouija board.

YEW: What was your most recent experience with a spirit?

My most recent experience with a spirit was when I was fulfilling a pendulum order for my shop. They gave me the answers to the questions that were asked and we parted ways after I thanked them.