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The same artist made these two 35 years apart:

1750s Henry Robert Morland (British artist, 1716-1797) A Girl Ironing Shirt Sleeves

1785 Henry Robert Morland (British artist, 1716-1797) Laundry Maid Ironing

WHICH IS SO COOL and also shows the change of fashion.

Had to paint Moo Deng!! I love her so much

Homes are expensive because of landlords hoarding them for profit, not because of regulations.

Lady Rellana of Castle Ensis

Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.

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“We’ll return together, to our home, bathed in rays of gold.

everytime i get dysphoria over my height, im quickly reminded of how freaking tall fromsoft women are, which instantly cures my ailment

When you see a corporation not pay $16 BILLION in taxes, remember those corporations are funding Republican politicians who want you to be upset with immigrants and migrants.

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For all you Messmer writers/artists fighting with his Shakespearean speech: this guide is straightforward and has multiple parts if you click around. Here’s a small chart with terms of address, examples of word order/basic questions, and some verbs.

Here’s a simple explanation of “-eth” and “-est” verb endings.

Ranni and several other characters also speak this way or in a similar fashion. Something to note is that “you” was used by lower-ranking people to address those of a higher rank/status, and “thou/thee” by higher-ranking people to address those of a lower rank/status. Alternatively, nobles used “you” amongst themselves, which adds some flavor to dialogue.

A lot of Shakespearean dialogue is meant to showcase how performative and ridiculous the nobility or upper-classes were during his time (and still is nothing changed lmao). There are tons of Shakespearean dictionaries as well; a lot of words we use today meant something entirely different then, or had different contextual interpretations. It’s meant to sound flowery and has a particular cadence that I recommend listening to as well. Find a good reading on YouTube and really listen to how the words fit against each other. No, you don’t have to write in metered verse (sweats in iambic pentameter) or rhymed prose, but it helps develop dialogue that flows and feels more natural when you can imagine how it sounds as you write.

Here’s a glossary. Have fun with it, don’t let it roll you. Weak foe ahead.

Messmer The Impaler. I want to know everything about him 🫠

Ya'll wanna read my Messmer x OC/ Outter Demigod forced to be Tarnished fanfic?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58514398/chapters/149069281

The "I am not voting" thing is KILLING me

You guys REALLY had to choose the election where we are trying to keep the US from falling under a fascist dictatorship under Trump to say "Now is the perfect time to let the Democrats know how I feel about a tenth of their policies."

Like, cool, can you wait until after we aren't trying to keep someone you will DEFINITELY hate more out of office?

GOLDENFLAME MASTERLIST — Godwyn/Messmer Fanfictions.

From first to last published, a list of my works about them just for record.

An affair from which gold arouse. [ONESHOT] — Mature. — 10,354 Words.

For you alone I'll be weak. [ONESHOT] — Gen. — 1,321 Words.

Nothing awakens flesh like want. [ONESHOT] — Explicit. — 1,898 Words.

We both hold it, the cause and the curse. [ONESHOT] — Mature. — 3,431 Words.

In the warmth of thy sins. [ONESHOT] — Explicit. — 2,628 Words.

The siren's whisper. [ONESHOT] — Explicit. — 5,279 Words.

A Vow of Gold and Flames. [SERIES] PART ONE: The Sun and his Shadow. — Explicit. — 9,147 Words. PART TWO: The Seduction and the Betrayal. — Mature. — 8,754 Words. PART THREE: A Crown for a King. — Explicit. — 12,793 Words. PART FOUR: A God and a Lord. — Explicit. — 18,610 Words.

Will make another post for the future works I'll be posting.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Elden Ring (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Messmer the Impaler & Tarnished (Elden Ring) Characters: Messmer the Impaler (Elden Ring), Tarnished (Elden Ring) Additional Tags: Unnamed Tarnished (Elden Ring), Gender-Neutral Tarnished (Elden Ring), Post-Boss Fight, Base Serpent Messmer, redemption arc, (…probably)

finally posted the first chapter of this goddamn fanfic. I wrote the first draft all the way back in july

my own take on “what if the tarnished spared messmer?” non-romantic, messmer is a horrible toxic bastard snake man, the tarnished is a huge idiot with a huge-er sword. the entire thing is a desperate attempt to gain some kind of catharsis from spinning messmer around in my brain. hopefully someone likes it

Homemaking, gardening, and self-sufficiency resources that won't radicalize you into a hate group

It seems like self-sufficiency and homemaking skills are blowing up right now. With the COVID-19 pandemic and the current economic crisis, a lot of folks, especially young people, are looking to develop skills that will help them be a little bit less dependent on our consumerist economy. And I think that's generally a good thing. I think more of us should know how to cook a meal from scratch, grow our own vegetables, and mend our own clothes. Those are good skills to have.

Unfortunately, these "self-sufficiency" skills are often used as a recruiting tactic by white supremacists, TERFs, and other hate groups. They become a way to reconnect to or relive the "good old days," a romanticized (false) past before modern society and civil rights. And for a lot of people, these skills are inseparably connected to their politics and may even be used as a tool to indoctrinate new people.

In the spirit of building safe communities, here's a complete list of the safe resources I've found for learning homemaking, gardening, and related skills. Safe for me means queer- and trans-friendly, inclusive of different races and cultures, does not contain Christian preaching, and does not contain white supremacist or TERF dog whistles.

Homemaking/Housekeeping/Caring for your home:

Making It by Kelly Coyne and Erik Knutzen [book] (The big crunchy household DIY book; includes every level of self-sufficiency from making your own toothpaste and laundry soap to setting up raised beds to butchering a chicken. Authors are explicitly left-leaning.)

Safe and Sound: A Renter-Friendly Guide to Home Repair by Mercury Stardust [book] (A guide to simple home repair tasks, written with rentals in mind; very compassionate and accessible language.)

How To Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis [book] (The book about cleaning and housework for people who get overwhelmed by cleaning and housework, based on the premise that messiness is not a moral failing; disability and neurodivergence friendly; genuinely changed how I approach cleaning tasks.)

Gardening

Rebel Gardening by Alessandro Vitale [book] (Really great introduction to urban gardening; explicitly discusses renter-friendly garden designs in small spaces; lots of DIY solutions using recycled materials; note that the author lives in England, so check if plants are invasive in your area before putting them in the ground.)

Country/Rural Living:

Woodsqueer by Gretchen Legler [book] (Memoir of a lesbian who lives and works on a rural farm in Maine with her wife; does a good job of showing what it's like to be queer in a rural space; CW for mentions of domestic violence, infidelity/cheating, and internalized homophobia)

"Debunking the Off-Grid Fantasy" by Maggie Mae Fish [video essay] (Deconstructs the off-grid lifestyle and the myth of self-reliance)

Sewing/Mending:

Annika Victoria [YouTube channel] (No longer active, but their videos are still a great resource for anyone learning to sew; check out the beginner project playlist to start. This is where I learned a lot of what I know about sewing.)

Make, Sew, and Mend by Bernadette Banner [book] (A very thorough written introduction to hand-sewing, written by a clothing historian; lots of fun garment history facts; explicitly inclusive of BIPOC, queer, and trans sewists.)

Sustainability/Land Stewardship

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer [book] (Most of you have probably already read this one or had it recommended to you, but it really is that good; excellent example of how traditional animist beliefs -- in this case, indigenous American beliefs -- can exist in healthy symbiosis with science; more philosophy than how-to, but a great foundational resource.)

Wild Witchcraft by Rebecca Beyer [book] (This one is for my fellow witches; one of my favorite witchcraft books, and an excellent example of a place-based practice deeply rooted in the land.)

Avoiding the "Crunchy to Alt Right Pipeline"

Note: the "crunchy to alt-right pipeline" is a term used to describe how white supremacists and other far right groups use "crunchy" spaces (i.e., spaces dedicated to farming, homemaking, alternative medicine, simple living/slow living, etc.) to recruit and indoctrinate people into their movements. Knowing how this recruitment works can help you recognize it when you do encounter it and avoid being influenced by it.

"The Crunchy-to-Alt-Right Pipeline" by Kathleen Belew [magazine article] (Good, short introduction to this issue and its history.)

Sisters in Hate by Seyward Darby (I feel like I need to give a content warning: this book contains explicit descriptions of racism, white supremacy, and Neo Nazis, and it's a very difficult read, but it really is a great, in-depth breakdown of the role women play in the alt-right; also explicitly addresses the crunchy to alt-right pipeline.)

These are just the resources I've personally found helpful, so if anyone else has any they want to add, please, please do!

Made a discord server for my fellow Messmer (and other soulsborne NPC/Boss) kissers and just all things Elden Ring and Soulsbone/Soulslike in general :) Link in my profile or just dm me~

Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 -

Summary: You find out who Aldwin is, and you get the cleansing you deserve. Mentions of taking clothes off, nothing further than that. Also, my hc is that the tarnished has short curls, but you don't need to imagine that if you don't want to.

A03 link

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Chapter 2: Treatment

It is uncertain how long you were being dragged for, past winding corridors you couldn't remember, hallways seemingly going on forever, until you were pulled into a large room. You could only guess you were back on the ground floor, where Messmer mentioned the so-called Sir Aldwin. When the knights threw you to your knees, you hissed from the pain, panic rushing in your chest as you looked around your new surroundings.

The room is oddly clean for what you feared was the torturer's chambers, yet it seemed to be the opposite. Cleansed instruments decorated the walls, candles had been lit and an aroma so sweet yet husky filled the air, bringing a sense of tranquility to fill your lungs. Lavender, you noted, silent as you slowly rose to your height, waiting for when it was all a lie to bring you to a false sense of security.

"Ah, my Lord mentioned a Tarnished would be sent to me?"

A reedy voice called from behind you, jolting you into action as you turned to face him. You had not spotted him right away, tucked in the corner with books he was drowning in. He lifted his head to you, a white beard, long and uncombed was the first thing you noticed on him, followed by his silver-grey skin.

"You're Nightfolk?" you whispered, already feeling slightly in awe and uneasy. Nightfolk came from the City of Nokron, with few in numbers. Some say they were bred with humans or Nox to create human-like offspring. At closer inspection, Aldwin seems to glint his eyes, and when you look too hard, you realise his eyes are a pale silver. It was said they bled silver, and you could only imagine it may have been true just from looking at him.

Aldwin was slightly taller than you, with a spindly body, dressed heavily in robes you could almost compare to the robes of Raya Lucaria, but theirs were of blue with red sashes, his was black and grey, no emblem in sight. "I am simply just a man," he says earnestly. "I am Sir Aldwin, the healer and physician of this keep. Messmer asked me to look at your wounds."

"Messmer cares for me now? His prisoner." You scoffed, though you found unease as you picked at your nails. 

There is unease, no matter how the man in front of you tries to make you feel safe. Your first immediate thought is to find any weapon in this room to use to fight your way out, even if it means using it in self-defense against this man. He seemed old and weakened, but you could not trust what waited outside those doors. It would be simple enough, and it would also be a maze to find your way back to the previous site of Grace. But you knew Messmer was no fool, it would be easy to leave a knight posted outside this room, to sound the alarm if you dared overstep. No matter how tempting it was, you straightened your spine, trying to hide the discomfort from your pain, watching him cautiously. 

Ser Aldwin was gentle with you in your surprise, nodding wisely. "Indeed. He asked that I take a look at your wounds." Reaching forth with a hand, he pointed towards the cot, larger and more comfortable than the one in your cell," May I have a look?"

You hesitated for far too long, which brought the aged man to reassure you further, "I do not plan to inflict pain on you if you are concerned. My healing is far recommended by everyone in the keep, even his Lord himself."

You didn't question what he meant by that, but you had no doubt Messmer came to him when he was injured. Slowly inching your way to the cot, you sat on it, legs dangling as you watched the man move around you to find what he needed. You watched him for far too long, out of vigilance, silently too engrossed in what he was doing before you found something pressing into your wrist, checking your pulse.

You recoiled your hand quickly, expecting pain, yet none came. Aldwin looked at you calmly, as if he had all the experience and patience of a saint to deal with a patient as difficult as you. "I did not mean to scare you, milady." He responded, retracting his hands, waiting for you to accept rather than him continuing. It amazed you how kind he was, treating a prisoner to treatment far better than the kinder hands of allies who had helped you bind your wounds.

Aldwin worked beside you, humming a soft tune you couldn't recognise from the tune, rummaging until he found salves, cloth and glass cauldron already simmering on its own without the need for heat or flame. You watched in amazement, as he began applying a white ointment to your burns, wrapping them lightly to exposed areas of your skin. He paused, looking up at you, "I will have to look under your shirt to see for further burns."

Silently and begrudgingly, you removed your shirt, thankful for the breast band covering you up. It stung when he applied the ointment to wounds that were bigger and deeper, yet when he was done, you were silently thankful. It was when we shocked you, placing a hand to put over your burnt skin, he whispered an incantation, words foreign to your ears, but miraculously, you watched a burn that would've taken months even years to heal, disappear to become barely a visible scar.

"My mother was a sage," he answered as if he knew you would ask how he knew of magic, "she helped a great many, including against the purge done by the Hornsent." There was a sense of doom that could be present in his eyes. "My mother suffered alongside those of Queen Marika's village."

Messmer's mother. You thought, and it did indeed bring a sense of sympathy to fill your heart, despite him being a tyrant. Your family were destroyed by war, and being a sole survivor, you in time, forgot their names and faces, a relic in time to fade away. "Thank you." You murmured. 

When he was done, you could finally pull your shirt back on, looking over the content on his desk.  Jars of different sizes, salves and notes scattered in a language you couldn't recognise, scribblings that could belong to a madman. Aldwin noticed your curiosity, shooting a glance to his table before beginning to pour the content from the cauldron into a decanter.

"The oils I use bring great ease to some. It brings great relief to those who suffer in daily pain. They can be used in baths or body oils." Aldwin presented you with the cup, still bubbling with the heat. You could feel it press into your palms, a great relief to soothe your cold bones, but the smell seemed suspicious. "What is this?"

"Just something to help if I missed anywhere, it helps give you the much-needed strength." He chimed, "For example, having been in a damp call for three days, can do a lot to the human mind and body."

You had already brought it to your lips when you nearly spat it out. "Three days I've been stuck up there?"

"Indeed, and it was in those three days, that his Lord was not seen, keeping to his throne room."

You were silent, idly sipping on your drink which helped invigorate you greatly. There was a strong taste of ginger and pine, though you couldn't place any other ingredients.

It was only once you washed down the content did Messmer's knights entered the room, three you counted, all awaiting your next moves. You watched them back before Aldwin butted in. "Ah, milady, they're waiting to see if you're going to put up a fight."

"Right," you stood back up, feeling the strength come back to your legs, "I will be right with no need to be touched."

They formed a circle around you as you were escorted out, Aldwin waving his goodbyes before resuming whatever he was doing. An odd man, but a kindly one that was needed in these lands.

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"Strip."

Something scratched at the back of your shirt, almost ripping it from your body with enough force that made you jolt. Messmer's knights had escorted you into the bathhouse, with hooded willowy figures awaiting you. The bathhouse steam helped your pores, relieving your lungs. The much-needed relief was being cut short by the way Messmer's maids he assigned to you swarmed you like a pack of hounds. 

"Strip." The older of the women ordered again, and you did not like the way they watched, even if you could not see their eyes. You obeyed silently, thankful Messmer's knights awaited outside, not that they would care if you were to be attacked in your most vulnerable state.

Your body, now nude, could still feel the cold despite the heat and steam of the room, covering yourself best as you quickly waded your way through the water until it reached chest height. The bath you laid in was small and narrow, but there were a great amount of oils that helped you feel slightly more relaxed.

With a nod from the older woman, the two others gathered around you, suddenly grabbing you by your wrists, plunging their ashen hands into the water, and grabbing sponges that they used to scrub you to death.

"Hey!" You yelped, taken aback by their boldness as they scrubbed you as if you were incapable of doing so. The roughness of the sponges hurt your already healing skin, leaving it raw and almost as if aflame by Messmer's kindling once again.

The elder woman came behind you, grabbing you by your head, her long nails digging into the back of your helm, lifting it from your dampened scalp-

"Enough." Your voice cut the air like the cut of a blade. The women scrubbing you even stopped as they all three watched.

"The helm." One of the women spoke, but you were not sure which one. 

"I am perfectly capable of washing myself," you commanded, making sure to use a voice stern enough and direct. "Leave me."

They hesitated at first, unsure to trust you, as if you would disappear in a puff of the steam and make your escape, but you simply waited, "Leave me." You repeated louder this time.

The three left, their robes swishing as if they were floating, rounding the corner in what you thought was the exit, but you knew wasn't. When you felt you were alone, you slowly raised the helm off your face. The steam was making it almost hard to breathe, but you sighed in relief when you could finally feel your face getting the much-needed cleanse.

Your curls were short in a bob, and when you ran a comb through them, it took much of a struggle to get it through a few times. Using the hair oils provided, you cleansed your scalp, dunking your head beneath the water and pretending you could drown. 

You sighed, the warmth of the water felt like the hug you yearned for, enveloping you and leaving you with the feeling of safety. When was the last time you felt safe? Maybe never.

You rose your head out from the water, drying your hair as you cleaned the inside of your helm before putting it back on, sighing in defeat as you could feel the steps of the maids return for you.

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A/N: Sorry guys, the helmet stays on during bath time.