When you are a classical musician and the public asks you to play Queen …
@hieronymus-bush … although I’m not sure what you’ll think of it 😆
Holy hell. He has amazing technique AND he didn’t just transcribe the piece to piano, he essentially composed classical music (and honestly some neo-classical, lol) based on the melody. Plus, he kind of looks like Freddie.
People in the 1800s would've gone apeshit over this in the concert halls
Reblogging to watch later...
*twirling my hair around my finger* hes just soooooo burdened by his sense of duty and the insurmountable weight of being a mere man written into the role of a myth
Feast/Sleepless - tw: uuuuh body horror? A little. Gender affirming surgery mention
Everything was dark. Blacker than black. Shadows upon shadows, it was as if light itself had never penetrated the space. It hadn't had it? This was part of the void, filled with black, monstrous beings beyond Talah's worst nightmares. He could hear the skittering, but he felt it first. Dropped on his belly, they were slimy yet sharp, bulbus yet scurrying. They burrowed into his flesh, slipped under his skin, feasting on his insides and leaving a disease, a corruption behind.
"Javinth! Help-" Talah whimpered, hoarse from his own screams. Something bigger was pinning him down, sharp stabbed through his shoulder, slicing and peeling the muscle from his arm. The more he fought the heavier the feeling on his chest. Tighter. Cutting and cracking… ripping him open and squeezing down on his ribs until they oozed with bile that just as quickly turned into more tiny skittering blobs.
He couldn't breath. It hurt. More than it had all hurt before. More than training, more than dying. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be corrupted. He just wanted to be himself he and had worked so hard to become himself. "Make it stop… Dad!"
Suddenly something gripped his shoulders. Something real had him making, equally suddenly, the corruption and darkness seem like illusions. The darkness started to fade, to grey, to warm light. Something comforting was calling him name.
"Talah!" Zaer's voice was stern with worry, but not without warmth, matching the grip he had on the boy's shoulders as he tried to rouse him from the first sleep his son had in days. The first sleep he'd managed to get the boy take since surgery. "Wake up." He ordered.
Talah complied with a sudden gasp of air and a sputtering cough after. He hurt. His chest was still tight, still felt like it was skittering, and chewed through, even now awake he could hear the scratching and clawing in the distance until Zaer spoke his name again; demanded his focus. "You're going to pull your stitches."
It had been three years since the last time he died, almost to the day. Three years of black out, medicated sleep. Three years of medicines and shifts in lifestyle. Three years, putting him nearly to eighteen, he should be able to handle trauma from his childhood. In order to get the results he wanted, he had to forgo the potions that kept the nightmares at bay, but after three long years, he was no more prepared for them than when he returned home.
Once Talah was aware of himself, his father, and wasn't going to try to lash out from his dreams, Zaer's hold on him relaxed and the quiet warrior gently brushed the boy's hair back from his forehead to also check his temperature.
"I'm okay… just another bad dream." Talah flopped back against his pillows with an exhausted sigh. He wasn't getting anymore rest, not this morning, and soon enough it would be time to change the bandages wrapping his new pecks and he had to blink back the internal horror that they would be covered on corrupted black veins. It was just a dream. "Coffee? … maybe pancakes? And bacon?" Talah offered big, pleading puppy eyes at his parent, not that he needed to as the old elf got up to start a new day a bit too early.
"Call for me if you need anything, no getting up until you're healed." Was all Zaer offered like he was one more precious whelp to raise and heal and not like he had spent the whole night nearly sleeplessly worried about Talah; watching over him knowing before too long he'd be all grown up and his job would be done.
Vanitas ✰ Vanitas no Carte memoiré #10
Ph. Rubendario
Sir Edward Burne-Jones, School For Dragon Babies, 1884, pencil on paper
i can’t believe you posted this without posting the sequel!
It gets better and better
fuck therapy i’m becoming a knight
not exactly how it is with Frey and @zaerathian but it did make me think of them.
A human warrior named Mereldar begins having visions of beings made of the Light. They teach her and a select few others about the wisdom of virtues such as protection, justice, retribution, holiness, and compassion. Enlightened, Mereldar and the others set out to write down the beings’ teachings in a series of books that eventually inspire the formation of the Church of the Holy Light [World of Warcraft Chronicle Volume II, pg. 126].
The Church of the Holy Light is formally established in Lordaeron [World of Warcraft Chronicle Volume II, pg. 126].
Some members of the Church move south and found the Holy Order of Northshire Clerics on the outskirts of Stormwind City [World of Warcraft Chronicle Volume II, pg. 125].
The orcs invade Azeroth, beginning the First War.
The Northshire Clerics – unarmed, untrained, and unable to defend themselves – are killed when the orcish horde razes Stormwind City, though some survive and flee to Southshore with other refugees [World of Warcraft Chronicle Volume II, pg. 125-126].
The Second War begins.
Distraught at what had happened to the Northshire clerics during the First War, Archbishop Alonsus Faol proposes the idea of training a small group of priests and knights to wield the Light in battle. They become known as the Order of the Knights of the Silver Hand [Tides of Darkness, Chapter Five].
The Second War ends.
Archbishop Faol re-establishes the mostly defunct Holy Order of Northshire Clerics under the new name the Brotherhood of Northshire [Plaque: Archbishop Alonsus Faol].
Prince Arthas attempts to suspend the Knights of the Silver Hand from service after Uther refuses to join him in culling the infected civilians of Stratholme. Though this does not hold, a rift begins opening up between the members of the order over who should and should not be allowed to join their vaunted ranks [NPC: Arthas Dialogue, Ashbringer: Death is Contagious, Ashes to Ashes].
Alexandros Mograine, the Ashbringer, dies at the hand of one of his sons during battle [Ashbringer: Ashes to Ashes].
Maxwell Tyrosus, disgusted at his comrades’ refusal to allow any non-humans in the Knights of the Silver Hand, leaves and forms his own organization that would not only continue to preach the values of the Holy Light, but also accept all races. This new religious group is called the Argent Dawn [World of Warcraft Chronicle Volume III, pg. 103, Ashbringer: Ashes to Ashes].
The remaining members of the Knights of the Silver Hand officially rebrand themselves the Scarlet Crusade and take up residence in the Scarlet Monastery [Ashbringer: Ashes to Ashes].
A select few who shirk the Argent Dawn’s strict code of morals break off from the order and form the Brotherhood of the Light [NPC: Crusade Commander Korfax Dialogue].
The Knights of the Silver Hand are reformed by Tirion Fordring [Quest: In Dreams].
After the events at Light’s Hope Chapel that culminates in many death knights gaining independence from the Lich King, Tirion Fordring takes it upon himself to merge the Argent Dawn and the second iteration of the Knights of the Silver Hand into a new organization known as the Argent Crusade [Quest: The Light of Dawn].
The idea of a “Scarlet revival” made from an elite cadre of the Crusade’s most faithful emerges. It is not until the Scarlet Crusaders leave the Eastern Plaguelands arrive in Dragonblight that their leader, High General Brigitte Abbendis, officially sanctions the Scarlet Onslaught [Item: The Diary of High General Abbendis, NPC: Lord-Commander Arete Dialogue].
The Knights of the Silver Hand are revived for a third and final time following Tirion Fordring’s death at the Broken Shore [Quest: A United Force].
