#'Day by day (oh Lord) three things I pray that I might understand as best I can how bold I was—could be—will be—still am—by God still am!'
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you are the son of every dressing up box and I am time itself I slow to let you play I steal the hours and turn the nights into day by day oh lord three things I pray that I might understand as best I can how bold I was, could be, will be, still am BY GOD STILL AM FRET NOT DEAR HEART-
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Day by day, oh Lord, three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can
How bold I was, could be, will be, still am
By God, still am
— The Amazing Devil, "The Horror and the Wild"
#resident evil village#karl heisenberg#re8#residenteviledit#gamingedit#gamingnetwork#mine*#mine: gifs#game: resident evil#category: games#he <3#also why is tumblr forcing me to use the new post editor i hate it so much
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Thinkin’ bout how the Horror and the Wild (by the Amazing Devil) fits desertduo and treebark in the lead up to the siege of dogwarts, as if the two pairs were talking about each other as well as their opponents
“You were raised by wolves and voices / Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed / They say it all comes down to you”, as Martyn watches his king make the final preparations, knowing that Ren will be the turning point in the coming battle
“You’re the daughter of silent watching stones / You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments / In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more”, as Scar watches Grian prepare for the inevitable, staying by his side despite the lack of life-debt
“You are the space that’s in between every page, every chord, and every screen / You are the driftwood and the rift, you’re the words I promise I don’t mean” Both members of both pairs thinking about their partners: Ren and Martyn for the first line, and Grian and Scar for the second
“We’re drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking / They thought us blind, we were just blinking”, as both groups hype each other up for the fight
“All the stones and kings of old, will hear us screaming at the cold”, desertduo’s declaration that they’ll fight the Red Winter in view of anyone and everyone
“Remember me I ask, remember me I sing / Give me back my heart you wingless thing”, Ren and Martyn vow to think of each other in their final moments of peace, while Grian begs to no-one for Scar to finally let him go
“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the wild”, the pairs clash in battle, as all are shouting the words to their opponents as much as to their allies
“You are the son of every dressing up box / And I am Time itself, I slow to let you play / I steal the hours and turn the night into day”, a flashback to Grian’s attempts to fortify Monopoly Mountain as Scar ‘plays’ about with reputation points and other people’s armor
“Day by day, oh lord, three things I pray / That I might understand as best I can / How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by god still am” , a flashback to when Martyn killed Ren with the Red Winter Axe, as the former hesitates before ultimately doing the deed
“Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear / The mutterings of all your fears, the flutterings of all your wings”, rapid fire flashbacks as both pairs watch their allies die around them
“Welcome to the storm, I am thunder” shouted by Scar and then Grian
“Welcome to my table, bring your hunger” shouted by Ren and then Martyn
“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the wild”, similar sequence to before, only Ren and Martyn are clearly loosing
“Remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me / Remember me I ask, remember me I sing”, a slow sequence as Ren and Martyn realize they are going to loose, and silently agree to go down with one hell of a fight
“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the / Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, old man, old man I am the” final fight sequence as Ren and then Martyn fall, ending with Grian and Scar looking at each other over their fallen enemies, before a flash of their own broken bodies in the desert finishes it
Oh goodness looking at it now this reads like a written out animatic
Uh
That was not my intention but what’s done is done, I suppose
Have fun with this!
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Okay, okay, previous Fair propaganda sender, I see you and that song makes me CRY so I won't be mad at all if it wins.
BUT.
I cannot begin to tell you what the lyrics "By day, oh lord, three things I pray: That I might understand as best I can how bold I was, could be, WILL BE--still am, by god, STILL AM!" do to/for me. It makes me feel like a different person.
Also I have heard the song probably over a thousand times by now and the way Joey Batey sings "welcome to my table, bring your hunger" gives me literal CHILLS
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thom merrilin & jasin natael, prompt: contest
[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]
Thom Merilin stood, leaning against one of the marble pillars of the Sun Court, smoking his pipe, and trying not to fume to openly, as the sound of bard song, if it could be called that, drifted out over the crowd, all of whom where watching intent at the center of the room, where Jasin Natael preformed.
You were raised by wolves and voices
Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed
They said it all comes down to you
You're the daughter of silent watching stones
You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments
In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more,
Natael moved in a tight circle as he sang, his fingers strumming the harp in a rapid fire motion that Thom couldn’t help but try to follow with his eyes. His steps where not quite a dance, even as he turned in intricate circles around the center of the court’s main hall, and he made no effort at the acrobatics and gestures Thom would have. Yet despite that he seemed to project a grace of his own, as he swanned about, dignified and yet captivating. Yet it rankled Thom. Even the finest court bards did a little tumbling in their performances.
You are that space that's in between
Every page, every chord and every screen
You are the driftwood and the rift
You're the words that I promise I don't mean
We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking)
They thought us blind (we were just blinking)
All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold,
Jasin Natael didn’t wear a gleeman’s cloak any longer, though Thom had it on good authority he had begun with one. But he also was not clad in the finery of a court bard. Instead his midnight black coat was one of those the Asha’man wore, right down the twin pins shinning at the lapels. A golden dragon and a silver sword. It lent him a gravity Thom had to admit. A weight. And it his made his strange song seem….right somehow.
"Remember me, " I ask
"Remember me, " I sing
Give me back my heart, you wingless thing!
Thom harrumphed as the crowd seemed to lean forward, caught like as if by the Power as the song shifted, the beat intensifying, and the man’s fingers seem to somehow, impossibly, flick faster across the cords of his harp. Jasin Natael had found his way to the center of the great golden sunburst on the floor and was turning in a endless circle, his voice somehow thrown in a way that seemed to give the song a grand echoing quality.
Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring
I promise you, they'll sing of every time
You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child
Witness me, old man, I am the wild!
“Where is the story?” Thom muttered to himself, puffing on his pipe. One of the nearby nobles turned to regard him with a gaped, googling expression, as if shocked Thom had dared speak instead of listening with rapt attention. Thom made a face at her and she sniffed, snapping her attention back to Natael and his song.
You are the son of every dressing-up box
And I am time itself, I slow to let you play
I steal the hours and turn the night into day
By day, oh Lord, three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can
How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am!
Natael seemed to glow under the torchlight as he sang, but Thom, while begrudgingly impressed by the technical skill the man was displaying, couldn’t fight back a snear. It was a good song musically, but lyrically? It was all image and poetry, feeling and emotion without shape or scaffold to put it too: the rough shod kind of thing a farmboy with delusions of grandeur would cook up. Thom would bet that was how this man had begun, for all his airs: a common farm boy, who thought a few clever rhymes meant he had the stuff of a court bard.
Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear
The mutterings of all your fears
The fluttering of all your wings
Welcome to the storm, I am thunder
Welcome to my table, bring your hunger!
Songs, truly good songs, needed to tell a story, to have character and movement. From Mistress Aynora’s Rooster, to The Great Hunt of the Horn. Even The Wind that Shakes the Willow had character, a story, a clear tale to be told. All this disjointed flitting about in Natel’s song made it so that even the most uncultured laborer would be confused by it.
Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring
I promise you, they'll sing of every time
You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child
Witness me, old man, I am the wild!
And yet the Sun Court seemed to devour it, as enchanted by him as the Court of Andor had ever been for any of Thom’s performances. He knew a crowd that was merely being polite, and he knew a crowd who was well and truly caught. This one was caught.
Remember me
Remember me!
Remember me!
Remember me!
Remember me!
Remember me!
"Remember me, " I ask!
"Remember me, " I sing!
“It’s the Power.” Thom decided. It had to be. Some trick of the power to make the performance more appealing- that was it. A clever trick that fit a gleeman Wilder turned Asha’man.
Think of all the horrors that I-
Promised you I'd bring!
I promise you, they'll sing of every-
Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child!
Witness me old man, I am the-!
Think of all the horrors that I-
Promised you I'd bring!
I promise you, they'll sing of every-
Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child!
Witness me, old man, old man, old man, I am the-!
Natael struck the final cord of the song in an echoing note, and the crowd exploded into applause, while Thom harrumphed again. For a moment Natael just stood there at the center of the room, basking in the adoration, breathing heavily, and then he bowed, and somehow the applause doubled in intensity.
By the time it had died down Thom had made his way into the center of the court and Natael was evening out his breathing, straightening to smile at Thom in a soft, condescending sort of way.
“Well.” He said. “That's my turn done then. And yours ready to go. Good luck.” He tilted his head, and left the old man, unspoken.
Thom sneered as he drew out his flute. He would remind these people what true music sounded like. He watched Natael wander into the crowd, plucking a wine cup from a passing serving man, and smiling back at Thom in a way that reeked of smug satisfaction. Jasin Natael knew they where competing, and believed he had already soundly won.
Smiling back, Thom brought his flute to his lips and began to play.
(Song is, The Horror and the Wild, by The Amazing Devil)
#WoT#Wheel of Time#WoT Book Spoilers#LoC Spoilers#Asmodean#Jasin Natael#thom merrilin#Wheel of Time Fanfic#WoT Fanfic#drabble challenge#the amazing devil#the horror and the wild
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AO3 sings "The Horror and the Wild" Witcher collection 2023
You know those "AO3 sings [insert Hozier song here]" lyric videos? We're making one exclusively with witcher fics for the 3rd anniversary of The Horror and the Wild on February 28. Technically, it's February 29, because of course they released an album on leap day. The thing is, there aren't witcher fics titled after some of the lyrics yet, and we need your help to write them and/or upload art to the archive!
Edit: all prompts have been claimed, meaning all lines in "The Horror and the Wild" are now available for bonus entries! No need to sign up, you can just add to the collection and I'll make sure all 10 versions of "give me back my heart you wingless thing" make it into the video 😘You can still register as a pinch hitter and we may call on you closer to the event.
Prompts (All Claimed!!):
deep beneath your bed
let them not hear
you're the daughter of silent watching stones
you watch the stars hurl all their fundaments
forever asking more
you are that space that's in between
every page, every chord and every screen
you are the driftwood and the rift
we're drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking
all the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold
you are the son of every dressing-up box
and called me child
by day, oh lord, three things I pray
that I might understand as best I can
how bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by god, still am
Rules:
1. Witcher-only content, using the title as the prompt you were assigned.
2. OCs, kink, dead dove, and all ratings are allowed. No minimum wordcount. Use archive warnings where they apply.
3. Only submit E-rated content if you are 18+
All prompts have been claimed! A few things to note:
Submissions are now open to ANY line in "The Horror and the Wild" (just the one song, if you want a lyric from another song on the album to be added to the collection I'm happy to approve it, but it won't be in the lyric video)
I'll check in with you in early February to ask how it's going. If you know you can't fulfill the prompt, let me know ASAP. If I check in and don't hear back from you within 3 days, I'll assume you can't finish the prompt in time and will look for someone else to fulfill it
We're still accepting pinch hitters in case someone has to back out
You don't have to FINISH the work by the deadline if it's multi-chapter. One chapter is enough, take your time and have fun!
Submission deadline is February 20, 2023. You can add items to the collection anytime before then
The tag I've been using on tumblr is "The Horror and the Wild 2023," not necessary to use it when posting but the option exists
Don't hesitate to reach out with questions, brainstorming help, and requests for betas. I'm here to help!
#the amazing devil#the horror and the wild#witcher fic#witcher fanfiction#the horror and the wild 2023
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if we think of the three tad albums as a sequential story i am absolutely LIVING for the idea of them not being able to communicate properly in love run
("can't we just talk about this tomorrow"
"i don't know how to reach you when you get like this"
"not yet not yet not yet not yet")
and progressing to loving dedication of both each other and themselves in the horror and the wild
("and she is stronger than he's ever been, he knows"
"'cause you make me laugh when i'm actually really fucking cross at you for something"
"how unreasonably in love i am with everything you do"
"'i've seen enough," he says, "i know exactly what i want and it's this life that we've created, inundated with the fated thought of you'" "'you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not'"
"by day, oh lord, three things i pray: that i might understand as best i can how bold i was, could be, will be, still am--by god, still am")
#asi rambles#tad#the amazing devil#love run#the horror and the wild#fair#new york torch song#little miss why so#not yet / love run#not yet love run reprise#not yet love run
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I am really loving this blogs, thank you for running it! May I suggest The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil?
Thank you! ❤️ truly a difficult one this one because i love this song it’s POETRY it’s BEAUTIFUL but is it gomens…. Is it truly gomens vibes…….. i have to be honest, not reallllly, maybe the closest in this verse:
Day by day oh lord three things I pray
That I might understand as best as I can
How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by God still am
Fret not dear heart, let not them hear
The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings
Welcome to the storm, I am thunder
Welcome to my table, bring your hunger
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You're the daughter of the silent watching stones
You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments
In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more
You are that space that's in between
Every page, every chord and every scream
You are the driftwood and the rift
You're the words I promise I don't mean
Day by day, oh lord, three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can
How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by god, still am
Remember me, I ask. Remember me, I sing
Give me back my heart, you wingless thing
#the amazing devil#yes I'm on a joey batey binge#the amazing devil - the horror and the wild#music#Spotify
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...Give me back my heart, you wingless thing
Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring
I promise you, they’ll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child
Witness me old man, I am The Wild
You are the son of every dressing up box and I am Time itself, I slow to let you play, I steal the hours and turn the night into day
Day by day oh lord three things I pray that I might understand as best I can,
How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by god still am
Fret not dear heart, let not them hear the mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings
Welcome to the storm, I am thunder,
Welcome to my table, bring your hunger
Listen/purchase: The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil
#the amazing devil#song lyrics that slap#there was one thing netflix witcher did right and that was bringing our attention to joey batey#bandcamp
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OC Lyric Tag
Rules: Pick one of your favourite songs and assign a lyric that you think suits them, you can do as many ocs as you like!
Thank you @dirty-bosmer for the tag, I put my liked playlist on shuffle and it gave me The Horror and the Wild by the Amazing Devil- which I will gladly do for the TES protags this time-
Fuada Al Watan (Vestige):
You're the daughter of silent watching stones,
You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments
In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more
Alsal Selaren (Nerevarine)
Fret not, dear heart, let them not hear
The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings,
Welcome to the storm, I am thunder
Welcome to my table, bring your hunger
Garvi Gra-Shub (Hero of Kvatch)
You are the driftwood and the rift
You're the words that I promise and I don't mean
We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking)
They thought us blind (but we were just blinking)
Azadeh Al-Watan (The Last Dragonborn)
I steal the hours and turn night into day
By day, oh lord, three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can
How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am
Tagging @cleverblackcat @ollifree @greyvvardenfell @cumbiazevran @dumpsterhipster @memaidraws
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Amazing Devil Lyrics That Remind Me of My Favorite Dragon Age Characters
Just how niche can this blog get? I don’t have explanations for some of these. Let’s go
The Warden
By day, oh Lord, three things I pray, that I might understand as best I can how bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am
"If I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I loved you all along"
I stare at the soldiers before me. All my blossoms that have waited to rise
These lines aren’t wrinkles dear heart, they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art
“You're better than this!” He says as a hand slaps my face
And as I walk away I know, I've been through the wars but that creaking you hear in my bones, it's not pain, it's applause
Hawke
Hey darling hey. Hey darling hey. I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.
'Cause I've been here so many times before. Don't you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?
"You alright?" asked the boys from beyond. "You gave us such a fright. We'd hate to see your mascara drip into your pint"
But like rubbing wine stains into rugs it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse
I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made. But fuck all your plans, I'm bored!
Tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your hand on the wall as you go. Blood's pouring like Martini. Graffiti sweet bikini. Is that what you think of me now? No no no no
You said, "I love you less than when it all began.” And I said fewer 'cause I make jokes to show how broken I really am
I’m not trapped with you, you see, you’re the one who’s trapped with me.
The Inquisitor
My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself, I drag myself like a rug in the rain. And my saint, she is dancing, and every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame
"Hold the hand of the god-child," they said, "as he falls from the sky"
And what you hear is not silence, it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum. And what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become
You are in the earth of me. You are in the earth of me. My head's not yours it's mine, and I'll take my fucking time
'Cause you, you touch, my skin peels off like paint. But beneath all of our panting, there's this noise I cannot shake. Well, can't you hear that scratching? There's something at the door
'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough to God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause
'Cause we'll dance together so close we're sharing breath. But now I'm leading, doesn't that just scare you to death?
Alistair
And the soldiers march behind me, I can hear them beat their spears. And for the first time in all my life I know I'm more than what I fear
Does my hair look as nice as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?
The person that fifteen year old me would be proud to have known!
All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt some release or respite from the heat and the hurt, was taking the time now and then to ask how I am
Morrigan
With a hoik of her bra, she waved to the bar, and slipped into the night
“Come devil come,” she says “Call out my name.”
You make the bed up silent on the floor, so no one will hear us. You try so loud to love me, I cannot seem to hear
Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring
Witness me, old man, I am the wild
Cause I’m more than what my mum told me to be
I make shipwrecks out of my dress and the door below, it splinters, and the creature creeps inside
Leliana
Do you like my dress? It has pockets.
This here is not make-up, it's a porcelain tomb. And this here is not singing, I'm just screaming in tune.
And to those gods, I will speak bluntly "We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him" Please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea
I’m the paper cut that kills you! I’m the priest that you ignored!
We were gods, “we were kids”
Cause brick by brick you built us, and I’d fill in the cracks. Nothing quite prepares you for when they don’t come back
Fenris
I drink that nice wine you were saving, it’s saving me now, love.
And we fall into each other! The scratching grows so loud! Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out
You're brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe.
So breathe, breathe, just breathe
These plates they smash like waves, and these wine stains hide the tears
I've got knuckle burn from typing all these lines into your chest!
Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours. And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord
Anders
You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright!
You angel-heart, you monster, oh some godforsaken Prospero. Your feathers and your paws. Your hell for leather applause
With you I could summon the gods and the stars
I wish I'd done things different, I wish that I'd been brave. I wish I'd known these stones were something I could save
Varric
And I pack what is needed for the journey to come. All my books, all my bracken and booze. And the door shuts behind me and I breathe in the air and say, "Yeah, well I'm sorry too"
You dance on tables, endless labels. Are you Cain? ‘Cause I'm not Abel. Your bastard lasting night bus asking “What's the everlasting fable?”
“Sleep now,” oh, she says. “Tomorrow's jokes have yet to be laughed at or said”
I won’t let you turn our last night into this! Gonna binge watch a box-set, drink wine, reminisce
Solas
GIVE ME BACK MY HEART YOU WINGLESS THING
Our gods have abandoned us, left us instead. Take up arms, take my hand, let us waltz for the dead
Are you god or devil, ghost disheveled? Childhood friend or drunken revel? I cannot stop, I'm bleeding out for you
I'm the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned. All those letters unsent and that garden ungrown. I'm the captain of courage that you've eternally lacked. I'm the Jesus of wishing to Christ he'll come back
You are that space that's in between every page, every chord and every screen. You are the driftwood and the rift. You're the words that I promise I don't mean
"Be good to me," I whisper. And you say, "What?" and I say, "Nothing, dear"
'Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run, and tell the tales of what I've become. They'll speak of me, oh in whispered tones, and say my name like it shakes their bones
"Be good to me," I beg of him, "Be good to me," I beg of him. Be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good. And he replies, "No, no, not I"
Cole
I'm the tales that the guests will applaud and believe. I'm the child that you just didn't have time to conceive
And when the rain came down I made a vow out to the dark "Please, let her live just one more day" 'Cause she is so much more than all her scars
Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass. After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last!
Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall
#Dragon Age#Dragon Age 2#dragon age: origins#dragon age: inquisition#I could've kept going but. I had to stop eventually#the amazing devil#how many people are actually gonna get this i wonder. let's fine out
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REPOST AND LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE (focusing on Elgar'nan and Mythal):
that unwanted animal by the amazing devil
Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours / And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord / 'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough / To God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause.
blood in the wine by aurora
I was given a heart / Before I was given a mind / A thirst for pleasure and war / A hunger we keep inside / We fell from sky with grace / And life gave us a sweeter taste / You can drink, you can feast / There's beauty in your beast
the horror and the wild by the amazing devil
I steal the hours and turn the night into day / Day by day oh lord three things I pray / That I might understand as best as I can / How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by God still am / Fret not dear heart, let not them hear / The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings / Welcome to the storm, I am thunder / Welcome to my table, bring your hunger.
sacrifices must be made by dan bull
No one wants to show their hands / For fear of knowing that we've only laid out hopeless plans / Life's a thankless slow advance / And no advantage shall suffice / To satisfy chance's appetite requires sacrifice.
eat your young by hozier
I'm starving, darling / Let me put my lips to something / Let me wrap my teeth around the world / Start carving, darling / I wanna smell the dinner cooking I wanna feel the edges start to burn
artemis by aurora
What will you do when she drinks the sea? / Drown her in sorrow or let her be free? / When she's upset, all of her heart is cold / What will you do when she eats the moon? / Make her return it or give her a spoon? / When she is full, all of her heart is warm
& LIST 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:
"THEN TELL ME WHAT JUSTICE IS! TO FORGIVE THE ONE WHO MURDERED YOUR BELOVED FRIEND? THAT CERTAINLY WOULD BE VIRTUOUS! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! BLINDINGLY BEAUTIFUL! BUT IS JUSTICE A VIRTUE?! NO! TO LIVE IN PEACE WITHOUT AVENGING THE DEAD IS VICE!" — bleach by Tite Kubo
"He didn’t even look angry; he looked like an ending given human form." — harrow the ninth by tamsyn muir
"You have referred to yourself and your fellow mortals as our children. You are not our children. You are… a bad first draft." — asmodeus (brendan lee mulligan) in fire and ruin (exandria unlimited: calamity)
"what is it that you contain? the dead. time. light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. the energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you. your first parent was a star." — weight: the myth of atlas and heracles by jeanette winterson
"Eu não vejo o copo meio cheio, eu vejo o mar." — carolina deslandes “I don’t see the glass half full, I see the sea.”
"preserve the past, poison the present." — the existential horror of david cronenberg’s camera by acolytes of horror
tagged by . @thomasrainier (thank you ✨)
tagging. @valheri @prvtocol @weptfreedom @soveraign (Cersei? mayhaps?) @harringtontm
#elgar'nan ( aesthetic )#mythal ( aesthetic )#( uh there's a lot of hunger and consuming imagery here )#( it's only that lmao )
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(if you're still doing the OC emoji game) ✏️ for the character of your choice!
(from this ask game here!)
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
TYSM FOR ASKING OK I'm gonna use this to blab a little bit more about my new WIP The Romance of the Demigods that has no introduction post yet LOL
I literally never run out of lyrics to associate with my wips and characters lol... oops.....
Kesh Akesheen
have you ever seen / what really happens to people like me / when we go out of fashion?
Medieval - FINNEAS
by day, oh Lord, three things I pray / that I might understand as best I can / how bold I was, could be, will be, still am / by God, still am
The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil
who's a heretic, child? / can you make it stick, now? / and I'm on trial / waiting 'til the beat comes on / i'm miles away, he's on my mind / i'm getting tired of crawling all the way
I'm not beaten by this yet / you can't tell me to regret / been in the dark since the day we met / fire, help me to forget
Which Witch - Florence + The Machine
Evening Star "Eve" Aurelim
How long, baby, have I been away? / Oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days / There ain't language for the things I've seen / And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams / The truth is stranger than all my dreams / Oh the darkness got a hold on me
I have seen what the darkness does / Say goodbye to who I was / I ain't never been away so long / Don't look back, them days are gone / Follow me into the endless night / I can bring your fears to life / Show me yours, and I'll show you mine / Meet me in the woods tonight
Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron
Princess Nysi'an "Nysa"
I'm not a higher power, I just live in the ceiling / 'cause I'm lonely on the fringes / And it gives my life some meaning in the exile / In my exile
I'm not immune to the sincerity below me / makes me feel, it makes me holy / But the tears I understand that do not belong / No, I do not belong
notre dame - Paris Paloma
Far away, long ago / Glowing dim as an ember / Things my heart used to know / Things it yearns to remember
Once Upon a December
Anyways, anyone please feel free to ask any more! I'm still up for them and I'm just not-busy enough at work to daydream about them LOL
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Day by day oh lord three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can,
How bold I was, could be—will be—still am, by god still am
-The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil (photo)
#hello does anyone else think this verse is incredibly gender?#The Horror and the Wild#The Amazing Devil#Joey Batey#Madeleine Hyland#music#my faves#my TAD obsession
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10 Songs on Repeat
Tagged by @ziskandra to go to my “on repeat” playlist, hit shuffle and expose the results to the world. And then tag 10 people so the real challenge will be thinking of 10 more people--
1) Swan Upon Leda - Hozier
The gateway to the world
The gun in a trembling hand
Where nature unmakes the boundary
The pillar of myth still stands
The swan upon Leda
Occupier upon ancient landThe gateway to the world
Was still outside the reach of him
What never belonged to angels
Had never belonged to men
2) Maypole - Magnet
And on that bed there was a girl
And on that girl there was a man
And from that man there was a seed
And from that seed there was a boy
And from that boy there was a man
And for that man there was a grave
From that grave there grew a tree
3) The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil
Day by day oh lord three things I pray
That I might understand as best I can,
How bold I was, could be - will be - still am, by god still am
Fret not dear heart, let not them hear
The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings
Welcome to the storm, I am thunder,
Welcome to my table bring your hunger
4) Hail! Hail! the first of May - Jackie Oates
Winter time has gone and past,
Summer time has come at last.
We shall sing and dance the day
And follow the ’obby ’orse that brings the May.
So, Hail! Hail! The First of May!
For it is the first summer’s day!
Cast you cares and fears away,
Drink to the old horse on the First of May!
5) Sweet Sir Galahad - Joan Baez
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
With his gay bride of flowers,
The prince of the hours
Of her lifetime. And here's to the dawn
Of their days,
Of their days
6) Blood Upon The Snow - Hozier & Bear McCreary
It's not my arms that will fail me
But this world takes more strength than it gave me
The trees deny themselves nothing that makes them grow
No rain fall, no sunshine
No blood upon the snow
Blood upon the snow
Blood upon the snow
Blood upon the snow
7) My Mother Told Me - Rachel Hardy
My mother told me
Someday I will buy
Galleys with good oars
Sail to distant shores
Stand up on the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course to the haven
Hew many foe-men
Hew many foe-men
8) Get Out of My House - Kate Bush
No stranger's feet
Will enter me
(Get out of my house!)
I wash the panes
(Get out of my house!)
I clean the stains away
(Get out of my house!)
9) Witch’s Coven (The VVitch soundtrack) - Mark Korven
[ominous chanting]
10) Unknown/Nth - Hozier
You know the distance never made a difference to me
I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea
Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen
And all that we believe
So I thought you were like an angel to me
Tagging (with no pressure!): @wildbasil @demandthedoodles @couslande @amatres @transprincecaspian @zevsurana @villainanders and...anyone else who wants to show off their bangin’ music tastes
#if you see three hozier songs here...no you don't#anyway no one look at my spotify it's a mess in there#my itunes is not much better#my CD collection is worse#long post
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