#The Prelude
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― William Wordsworth, The Prelude
#William Wordsworth#The Prelude#literature#lit#english literature#classic lit#academia#soft academia#dark academia aesthetic#chaotic academia#romantic academia#reading#to read list#poet#readblr#quotes#quote#booklr#quoteblr#litblr#currently reading#text#book blog#dark academia#spilled thoughts#dark aesthetic#spilled ink#spilled words#classic literature#poem
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In the Country
Everyone we knew from high school got addicted to heroin
or innovative multilevel marketing solutions
or suicide
.
The rain was unrelenting
.
The sun turned itself inside out
.
We stood in a lot at night & drank wine from a box
.
We sat on rotting logs on our rotting asses
smoking pouches of rotting tobacco
.
We heard the train
.
The ferns encircled our ankles and pulled us in
—Marty Cain, from The Prelude (Action Books, 2023)
#quotations#poetry#typography#marty cain#the prelude#recently read#books#rural#gothic americana#drugs#suicide
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WoL verse
The more I think about it, the more I think this blog will be strictly for my WoL verse.
The main reason for that being that my main RP verse is a canon-divergent AU with my friends and we advance the story rather slowly, and the other rp threads I have are in yet another verse. And, tbh, as far as rp goes, I don't care too much in the end if everything links nicely together or not.
But admittedly, my WoL verse has changed a lot between what I had in mind primarily with Aïcha and what I have in mind now and I'm thinking about putting it in fic form. Or—knowing myself because I have too few spoons and not enough hours in a day anyway between life, work and school—some sort of detailed plan for a fic that'd work as a first draft and... nothing following after that.
So why not just share what I have for now?
I'll start with the prelude in this post because this is important foundation for what's to come, and I'm not sure what people know (or don't) about how Inge and Aïcha started. Plus there are certain things I've never discussed in detail before.
Fair warning: while the plan is to follow the MSQ closely, there will be changes. But aside from one character mentioned below, I have no intention to bring back to life dead characters. And among those who do come back in the official story, two will remain dead no matter what the MSQ says.
Prior to ARR
Under the cut 'cause it's a bit long.
The prelude (Inge)
In the equivalent of 1.0 to the Calamity, Inge was one of the adventurers that ended up being dubbed as the "Warriors of Light" at Carteneau. Whether or not I'll follow strictly what I know of that part for the story, I'm not sure, but the point is that she's a forgotten hero that got teleported into the future by Louisoix and, upon arrival in the middle of the Shroud, realized that 1/ nobody knew her anymore, 2/ she had no fucking idea where the rest of her team was or even if they were still alive.
After some time looking for them, she opted for helping rebuilding since the world didn't seem to need any more heroes (and the trauma of losing everyone was, well, quite heavy). She ingrained herself in Gridania's life pretty fast and was tasked, two to three years before ARR, to accompany a small group of scientists to explore the Western Shroud and give upon return a detailed account of the state it was in.
Among those were:
Griveroix, a cartographer that hailed from La Noscea with his young and far more enthusiastic apprentice, A'idan;
Wolfe, who needs a name change, an agronomist from Sharlayan working on his Archon mark;
after some shenanigans, an actually alive Foulques because in this verse the lancer story happens before ARR and involves another character of mine. He's not a scientist but he'll serve as an adventurer for protection;
Inge herself, of course, healer and alchemist here to make sure everyone comes back in one piece.
There'll probably be a few more people, whether named or not, we'll see as the inspiration strikes.
The Foulques situation
While on their way to the Western part of the Shroud, they'll be attacked by a group of Duskwights who initially wants to bargain either their life or their (very expensive) instruments against Foulques' life, which they told them had been arrested by Gridanians.
Inge'll manage to convince them to let her go and bring him back peacefully, and she'll arrive just in time during his fight against Alakja (the OC mentioned above) to cast a levitation spell and save the Duskwight from a certain death. (Much to Alakja's and his wife's relief, as neither of them wanted him dead.)
Keeping her promise, she'll bring back Foulques to his family and manage to get the expedition back on track... only for him to join them, while refusing to state exactly why. Cue some drama because Griveroix is a coward, A'idan an enthusiastic puppy and Wolfe paranoid, but eventually they'll settle on letting him join the expedition unofficially.
And that's how it goes for Inge until she's back in Gridania at the beginning of ARR, and soon after learns by Mother Miounne that a promising adventurer needs help exploring the Tam-tara Deepcroft.
An adventurer that you might have recognized as Aïcha.
The Prelude (Aïcha)
Aïcha's mother was not cut to be a mother, and to her credit she realized it soon enough to not make Aïcha's life hell. Instead, she just... left. So Aïcha's early life is simply her father and her in Radz-at-Han, living in relative poverty despite her father securing an extremely sought after and expensive dancing tutelage for his talented daughter.
While she didn't grow up wondering where the money for this came—her father had always been a proud and hard-working man after all—she got the answer nonetheless as she reached her eighteen birthday, when the debts her father had contracted had become so big that he couldn't pay them back and loan sharks came to their house to make it clear that he didn't exactly have a choice.
Worried for his life more than for herself, Aïcha decided to sacrifice her bright artistic future to save the life of the only family she had, and thus joined The Guild. Think of it a bit like John Wick's Continental, except they pretended to be an adventurers guild.
As we know, dancing in FFXIV isn't just about artistry: it's also about kicking asses. And Aïcha, perhaps tragically, was both excellent and willing at this. Over the months, she only got deeper and deeper to take the most lucrative contracts, switching dancing for a gun to avoid sullying her art further, until she got in so far that she couldn't see any other path for herself than crime.
Eventually she killed a kid that had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time and saw too much, but that broke her. She sent her father to hide in Tural, turned against her old employer and faked her death before fucking off to Eorzea, where she attempted to start a new life as a gladiator.
She did always love the attention after all, and surely no one would look for her there.
It became apparent rather quickly how corrupt the whole system was, however, and while she could ill-afford to make a mess in her new home, she opted for becoming an actual adventurer this time. Which is how she finally joined the Adventurers Guild in Ul'dah and started this new chapter in her story: for money and redemption.
(In this order.)
#WoL verse#the prelude#also literally all of my OCs make an appearance in the WoL verse#some more often than others
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I think ‘great fairy fountain/file select theme’ is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written. The one thing I actively dislike about botw and totk is that they don’t have a file select theme. It’s got that final fantasy and kingdom hearts “I don’t even want to play the game because the music is just so drop dead gorgeous” from the prelude and dearly beloved respectively. All of these themes perfectly set up the journey you’re going to go on, and each of them is perfect for specifically THEIR GAME. Final fantasy wouldn’t work with dearly beloved or great fairy fountain. Kingdom hearts wouldn’t work with great fairy fountain or the prelude. And legend of Zelda wouldn’t work AT ALL with ANYTHING except great fairy fountain. It is as ingrained into the series as the triforce, as the master sword, as the main theme. GOD I LOVE VIDEO GAME MUSIC IT MAKES ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS
#skyward sword’s the best version btdubs#text post#randyposting#Zelda#legend of Zelda#kingdom hearts#final fantasy#great fairy fountain#file select theme#the prelude#dearly beloved#the legend of Zelda#music#video game music
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When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.
~ William Wordsworth
#William Wordsworth#The Prelude#Book IV#Summer Vacation#Solitude#quote#quotes#poem#poetry#Saleh Badrah#Poetictouch
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❥ ENTRY I
❥ ENTRY II
❥ ENTRY III
❥ ENTRY IV
❥ ENTRY V
❥ ENTRY VI
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And to such Beings temperately deal forth / The many feelings that oppressed my heart.
Book 1, lines 122-123
October 13, 2019, Pittsburgh, PA
#wordsworth#william wordsworth#the prelude#prelude#autobiography#romantic poetry#poetry#poem#romanticism#graffiti#graffito#washroomwordsworth#washroom#bathroom#feelings#heart#oppressed#beings
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I’m moving these to a separate channel. A perfect time to get the list up to speed, here.
#videogame music#ff7#ff vii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#ff7 music#ff7 ost#nobuo uematsu#the prelude
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What say you, then,
To times, when half the city shall break out
Full of one passion, vengeance, rage, or fear?
The Prelude by William Wordsworth
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(Ardor is just…sitting in the corner. His right arm is slightly bloody, and there’s a hole in the wall.)
(He is…severely out of it.)
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BOOK 6: The Prelude by Marty Cain
Lovely poetry written by a good friend of mine. Even without knowledge of Wordsworth's Prelude, which this is in dialogue with, Marty does an amazing job of conveying such a range of emotions. As someone who similarly experienced a lot of joy and loss during the pandemic in a small town, I was entranced. Fucking beautiful book. I loved every minute of it.
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William Wordsworth - The Prelude
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the antechapel
was a forest
w/ deer all wearing
their winter coats
& I bow before the rabbit like a filmy gauze
draped over the landscape
a narthex, nave or emblem
a spot of time
is what I remember,
is almost nothing
is a recursive splatter of blood
rewinded leaving the floral wallpaper
returning to its droplets
to its stream &
to its fleshy neck
the jugular vein and slashed
vagus nerve
a body poised in the chair
gazing into glass
“good bye to my sweet birth-place”
I witness my own memory
motherfucker
im waiting for horses
—Marty Cain, from “THE SAME RELATION OF THE ANTE-CHAPEL TO THE GOTHIC CHURCH” (Mercury Firs)
#quotations#poetry#typography#marty cain#recently read#oh god i can't wait to read marty's new book#the prelude#which this poem is from
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When playing persona, final fantasy, or kingdom hearts, it is required by law to listen to the title/opening theme in full. Sorry I don't make the rules
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simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! suggestive-ish; hinted age difference (20s vs 30s); hinted d/s; minors dni
“why won’t you fuck me?”
your pitiful voice stops simon from moving, his feet stuttering with muted thuds. he breathes in sharply, not having expected the words that slipped from your lips, before he turns and tips his head towards you.
you’re trembling, and simon doesn’t know if it’s because of the cool air or the intensity of your emotions, those that urged you to whine at his pathetic display of restraint, but still he hesitates. afraid that if he comes close, then the remnant of his patience will finally snap.
because it’s not that simon wouldn’t fuck you – god knows there’s nothing more he’d want to do than love you slowly and deeply, caressing you tenderly until you are trembling at the intensity of his passion; until the doubts are finally crushed by the force of his affections – but it’s that he knew you deserve someone better.
someone who wouldn’t leave you for months and years long because of a mission. someone who’d stay by your side each and every hour because he knows you (sometimes he wished he didn’t, if only to make it easier to forget about you), and he knows that you need someone to spoil you. to pamper you.
simon knows you deserve more than the world, knows that he can only give you pieces of it but he’s selfish. he’s a monster wearing a human suit – incapable of surrendering, incapable of giving you up.
because simon knows you deserve better but gods he doesn’t want to let you go.
he moves to speak but you beat him to it, your lips wobbling as tears trickle down the corners of your eyes like molten diamonds. “you parade me around like a trophy wife but you won’t even give me a portion of that attention. you-”
his heart stops at the choked sob that gets stuck in the base of your throat, your face crumpling as you tremble at the intensity of your heartache.
it was instant how he moved to you, his frantic steps echoing against the cobblestone. he takes you in his arms, tucking your head underneath his chin and engulfing you in his embrace, hoping that you’d hear the staccato of his heart and know that it only ever beats for you.
you whine like you couldn’t decide if you want his comfort or not and simon freezes, afraid that he’s just heightened your bleeding heart. he moves to step away, his lips parting for an apology, but you clutch at the ends of his shirt, refusing to let go.
he follows your silent command – simon will follow you no matter where, no matter what – and presses you close again, his warmth mixing with yours and chasing away the goosebumps that littered your skin.
he kisses the top of your head, breathing you in. simon mulls over what to say, his own hesitation bursting at the corners of his mind, but he wants to stop pretending. he wants to stop lying to himself.
you love him and he loves you – sometimes, it could be that easy.
words aren’t his strongest suits but he tries anyway. “i love you,” he begins, the words slipping past his teeth with the simplicity of the truth. “i burn with the desire to be with you, sweet girl. but not this way. not yet.”
you tip your head up just enough to catch his gaze and simon croons at your swollen eyes, pressing gentle kisses on your eyebrows in comfort.
“why not?” you ask, ever so stubborn.
“because there are preparations that need to be done,” he replies, humming when your eyes widen in surprise. “i want to make love with you, sweetheart. not just make it as something fast and temporary.”
he watches you breathe in shakily.
“would you want that?” simon continues amidst your silence, his hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
you bite your bottom lip and nod. he clicks his tongue. “use y’r words. i need to hear it from you.”
“yes please,” you whisper, and simon coos at the broken rumble of your voice, still heavy with doubt. “i- yes. please, simon. i’d love that.”
“me too, sweet girl.” simon kisses your forehead, sealing the promise. “i’d love nothing more.”
#suns.f#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#i was rereading that established simon/reader + eventual price/reader AND THIS. THIS IS KIND OF THE PRELUDE#suns
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