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bootleg filipino barbie
#not shown: heart shaped lollipop earrings with sanrio character cinnamaroll on it#personal#my face#i think i saw a barbie wearing a terno in the movie with a fun print#i know ana cruz kayne went to the premieres wearing pink ternos but i didnt know it was in the movie#and that made me very haply#unfortunately none of my traditional filipino clothes are pink#though my maria clara dress is red so ig close enough
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former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?
My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)
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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.
A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee
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If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.
Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.
Regina <3
You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!
I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite
*Sent 1 Attachment*
Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it.
Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.
Instead, you texted her back.
You
OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!
I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol
Regina <3
I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot
Especially with this giant ass bouquet
You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.
You
I have to go, we’re gonna start soon
But I’ll be looking for you :))
You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.
Regina <3
YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING
BREAK A LEG <3333
DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO
THAT’D BE BAD
I LOVE YOU!!!
Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.
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If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”
You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.
You pulled away, staring down at Jared.
“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.
“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage.
“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”
You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.
“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”
With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’
The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.
When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.
“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”
“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.
You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.
“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.
“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.
“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”
“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”
“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.
#agaypanic#regina george#regina george x reader#mean girls#mean girls x reader#rachel mcadams#rachel mcadams x reader#renee rapp#renee rapp x reader
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The Shakespeare line "you egg? (He stabs him)" Is totally Hels towards Wels lol
Lin you're hilarious lol
"What. Are you doing?" Welsknight asked, trying not to sound as confused as he was.
Helsknight glanced up from the book he was reading to regard him with obvious disdain. "That question doesn't deserve an answer."
"Okay fine." Welsknight rolled his eyes. "Why are you here, on Hermitcraft, reading a book."
"Because Shakespeare was made to be read in the sun, and on the stage," Helsknight sniffed. "I'm not putting on a one-man-performance, and there's no sun in hels."
"So you're here."
"No, I'm on the moon."
"You don't have to be so touchy," Wels scowled. He took a breath, and decided to try his best to be civil. "I like Shakespeare."
Helsknight dropped his gaze back down to his book, "Congratulations."
"He's a classic." Welsknight continued steadfastly. "Which play are you reading?"
"Don't you have something better to do?"
"Obviously not."
"Get thee gone, go mind your own damn business." Helsknight closed his book again, keeping his thumb on the page he had last been reading, and smacked Wels none-too-gently on the leg with it. "Out, damned spot."
"You're reading Macbeth?" Welsknight smirked. "Of course you're reading Macbeth."
"And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"It's just very on brand." Welsknight laughed. "You wouldn't read any comedy. You've got no sense of humor."
Helsknight let out a long breath, trying valiantly to maintain hold of his dwindling patience. He reopened his book and glared down at the pages, doing his best to stubbornly ignore Wels. Welsknight watched him. Admittedly, if he were a Shakespearian character, his fatal flaw would be his inability to let sleeping dogs lie, no matter how wise it was to walk away and let Helsknight read. He wasn't hurting anyone, and Welsknight didn't particularly feel like getting into a fight.
But how many chances did he get to really annoy his evil half?
"So, how far in the play are you?" Welsknight asked, earning himself a long half-groan, half-growl from his other half. "Have they killed Duncan yet?"
"Spoilers."
"You just quoted Lady Macbeth's nervous breakdown at me. You've read Duncan's death before."
"Maybe I've just heard the quote somewhere."
"Out, damned spot," Welsknight mused. "Past that then. From the damnéd spot to the candle, perchance?"
"Excuse me?"
"Fair Lady Macbeth's demise!" Welsknight proclaimed, reveling in the chagrined expression Helsknight shot him. "Out, out, brief candle? Why, life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more!"
"It is a tale told by an idiot," Helsknight glared, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"I'm going to pretend you were just finishing the stanza, and that wasn't an insult."
"It was an insult."
"You're probably not even reading Macbeth," Welsknight smiled, ignoring the jab. "One of the other great monologues maybe."
"Don't you dare--"
"Fie, fie! Unknit that threat’ning unkind brow," Welsknight exclaimed, eyebrows raised, his barely contained grin undercutting his attempt at a dramatic gasp. "And dart not scornful glances from those eyes to wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, and in no sense is meet or amiable."
"Would you shut up?"
"Come, come, you froward and unable worm! My mind hath been as big as yours, my heart as great, my reason haply more, to bandy word for word and frown for frown."
"Wels I swear--"
"Not taming any shrews, then?" Welsknight continued, undaunted. "Probably not. You're probably reading something violent and full of itself. That matches you best."
Helsknight got to his feet, his hand on his sword hilt, his book forgotten in the grass. Welsknight took a few steps back, giving himself a little distance to work with in case Hels decided to lunge at him. He smiled and bowed low. "I do protest, I never injured thee but love thee better than thou canst devise, till thou shalt know the reason of my love! And so, good Capulet, which name I tender as dearly as mine own, be satisfied."
Helsknight's fist tightened on his sword hilt. "I have had just about enough of you."
"No no, you've got the verse all wrong," Welsknight tutted in mock dismay. "The next line belongs to Mercurio, saying: O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccato carries it away."
Welsknight drew his sword with a theatrical flourish and declared, "Helsknight, you ratcatcher! Will you walk?"
Helsknight narrowed his eyes. "What wouldst though have of me?"
"Good king of cats! Nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out."
Welsknight expected Helsknight to draw his sword then, and respond in kind as Tybalt had. Instead, Helsknight simply stood there, studying him contemplatively. A few seconds passed, and then a full minute, and Welsknight lowered his sword, pointing the tip towards the grass.
"What's the matter Hels?" Welsknight smirked. "Too much of a brute to memorize Romeo and Juliet?"
Helsknight raised an unamused eyebrow. "What, you egg?"
Welsknight blinked, incredulously. He had enough time to place the line in Macbeth, and enough time again to remember when in the story the stupid line took place. And then he didn't think much of anything, because Helsknight had stabbed him.
"Rude." Welsknight managed.
"Young fry of treachery," Helsknight finished the line. Then he bent to pick up his book, and Welsknight respawned with Helsknight's parting words ringing in his head. "If you must know, it was Sonnet 73."
Welsknight sat up in his castle, shuddering off the last ghost of his respawn. He rolled his eyes at the unpleasantness, and then, because he was curious, padded over to his shelf to grab his book of Shakespeare's sonnets from his collection of books.
[Sonnet 73]
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Welsknight read the poem again, an eyebrow raised. "All that drama, and he's not even reading a play."
Welsknight rolled his eyes. "Whatever Hels."
He shelved the book.
#the barking writer#helsknight#welsknight#not tagging as The Fic because theyre too tolerant of each kther for it to be the fic universe#hi this is the showcase of my favorite monologues from the bard can you tell#barring the taming of the shrew monologue#that one just seemed like it would fit there
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I am going insane thinking about Forever and Philza for real for real. When I first saw them interacting I thought that getting atatched to these two would bring so much angst to lil old me but like they're one of the most solid friendships nowadays and it's so heartwarming to see that developing!
It's about how Forever saw Tallulah being attacked and killed right in front of him and the pain everyone went through when Bobby lost his last life and decided that no parent would go through that again. That his son would never be in that danger again.
It's about how they came suddenly into the island and quickly became an essencial part of everyone's life. I didn't follow Philza before but I can only imagine, like, there is that monster that is trying to kill your kids at any cost, just like the very island they were in. You couldn't trust the Federation and maybe you couldn't trust the others islanders too. Everything you had is your own strength and your intelligence and the determination to do anything you could to protect your kid, but in the end, the very act of fighting for their life could be the thing that kills them if in the heat of the battle they kids just get too close from your weapon.
That was the problem. And what could they do if not do their best to fight and get stronger and survive one more day?
Forever saw that. For me that is so crazy. He saw a problem that seemed like it didn't have a solution, like it was something that simply could not be helped and he just went 'nope' and made an entire system that took him hours and hours to not only protect his son, but the children of the entire island.
I just wonder if it was a breath of hope in the middle of that despair. I mean, of course everyone did a lot for the eggs, I could spend literal hours here describing how pretty much everyone in the island, in little or big ways, went out of their day/routine/plan to take care and spend time with their eggs, to wipe their tears or to just laugh and be silly together. This is also hope and this is also important. And the N.I.N.H.O? Bruh, it was the confirmation that even if the person wasn't good at fighting. Even if you weren't online. Even if someone was kilometers away from the fight, with just a button your kid would be safe and sound and far away from any attack.
And Forever gave that freely to everyone. I think that was The Moment to Philza. That crazy silly funny smart brazilian guy that followed him talking nonsense about love and an ex just saw all of their (and his too) pain and said "We're not going to go through that alone ever again."
The amount of care aaaaa. And now Philza gave him acesso to his base. To the place where his kids are and one of the places that he protects that most. And he never took it from Forever. NEVER. That is so crazy to me. I mean, picture with me:
That man is a full anarchist and not for a single moment he decided that Forever becoming the president is a reason to take him from his allow list. Not ever when he accepted the task from Cucorucho and everyone thought that he and the Federation were getting close.
Not even when Tallulah and Richas had that fight or during the entire Haply Pills Arc. !!!! Do you realize that! From the very first second that Philza decided to trust him he just Didn't Stop. Ever. Forever was going crazy smiling laughing and threatening everyone, refusing to listen about the eggs and he just said that Everything Would Be Okay, We're Going To Get Through This.
His enemy is the Federation and that blonde, crazy guy with a heart of gold is his friend, he is not going to steer away from his side. They flirt and make jokes and have serious conversations and Philza goes to him when he gets any important information and Forever asked about him every day since he woke up to thank him for not letting him alone. They could have the rockiest relationship ever but each time they see each other is so calm and fun and full of reassures that They Will Find The Eggs, Don't Worry, You Did Everything You Could.
Just. Them.
#Philza#Forever#I just have a lot of thoughts and most of them aren't very coherent vaugwywgwjeveygejeveheveyefhw#it's just so crazy like cagcwtwdw REALLY thought that they would just stop interacting after the Marriage Arc but NO THEY'RE STILL THERE#like B R U H#one of the happiest surprises ever I am just ahwceywaaaaaaa lot of feelings lot of feelings#for both romantic or friendship pairings I just really like their interactions jfssdchvugnb#maybe it will change in the future but who knows#just thinking a whole lot#qsmp
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even if it's a dream, i like it !
pairing: zb1 maknae line x fem!reader
warnings: swearing, broke reader, mentions of food, reader being drunk in gyuvins, english isn't my first language!!!
genre: fluff, kind of crack if you squint
synopsis: zb1 + kdrama cliches
notes: had that idea so long ago and finally i have done it!! yay yippee. school has started again n i am not haply about it
SHEN QUANRUI :: rich boy x poor girl
who's seen this coming? everyone. everyone did.
ADDITIONALLY he fits the secret millionaire trope (my dream fr) but that's for another post
you grew up in a poor household, sometimes struggling to afford basic things
so you had a job after school to help your parents with money
your grades weren't all that good either as you barely had time to study
so now, after graduation, your job kind of ✨sucked✨
you work in some korean bbq shop and the salary is pretty much mid🥰
there was a group of people that were regulars at your store; they were most likely working at that firm nearby and went out to eat here because it was most convenient
but there was also a really handsome man among these people, and he seemed kind of interested in you???
but he always wore luxury items and shii n that stuff is intimidating, especially to a broke loser like u r
until he suddenly entered the shop without his colleagues and ordered what he usually ordered
but BAM when he paid he also asked your for your number and also asked you out on a date
BAM you said yes
bro took you out on multiple dates, always trying to woo you with his wealth but you weren't really affected by it (you know that scene in business proposal? "you know what my love and this card have in common?"? yes he pulled that stunt too. INSPIRED by the kdrama of course!)
IT HONESTLY THREW HIM OFF. but it also made you even more interesting to him so💕
you finally convinced him to let you plan a date and let you pay for everything (it took a lot of convincing.) and on that date you managed to learn more about his real personality he usually hid behind all his money
lovelicky > rich ricky every day fr
anyway you started being gf bf eventually!! he was out there spoiling you rotten and you were trying your hardest to keep him humble
lovely😍
KIM GYUVIN :: piggyback ride
for the sake of this headcanon. you two are legal adults OKAY?
SO you two were working in the same company!
he was the fun and loud colleague, while you were mostly keeping to yourself and focusing on work
you weren't all that close at all, more like acquaintances
but he was very nice to be around, so you liked working with him🫶
as you've seen it in kdramas, the whole group of colleagues sometimes goes out to eat or drink!
so now you were in some korean bbq restaurant (the stories connect😱) with them yay
gyuvin was busy telling a story about his pet toad gerald he had at age 7, ricky was busy staring at one of them korean bbq workers, and you were silently deciding on drinking tonight or not
but as you've also seen in kdramas, your higher ups ended up making you drink a shit ton with them for NO FUCKING REASONNN👹
it didn't help that your alcohol tolerance was really low too
so by the end of the night you were pretty much wasted. but hey, at least you were conscious!
gyuvin really liked you and your shy persona! so he was like "yo let me take her home" when your colleagues tried to figure out how to get you home
he knew you lived close by so he just decided to give you a lil piggyback ride to your home
you were way more outgoing when drunk, gyuvin figured
you were chewing his ear off about some drunk nonsense he could barely understand because you kept mumbling
when you arrived in front of your apartment, he made you enter the pin code and brought you in, trying to get you ready for bed (more or less)
you kept blabbering and somehow ended up crying your eyes out because you remembered gyuvins pet toad gerald had died
bro was straight up panicking😭😭
he tried to comfort you and (another cliché) you ended up falling asleep on him, leaving him NO CHOICE other than staying the night🫶🫶 because YOU DID NOT LET GO 👹
PARK GUNWOOK :: "yes, very beautiful."
schoolmates/friends to lovers? yes very much🥰🥰
and to spice it up you can imagine it as academic rivals to friends to lovers
ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS IS SUCH A GUNWOOK TROPE UGHHHHH💥
but, this too, is for another post <3
anyway!!
so i'm pretty sure south korea does not have a 4th of july typa thingy
or do they? i have no idea
but let's pretend they do! i mean why shouldn't south korea celebrate america's independence?! 😁
it was the day of that long awaited cool festival yay! and your friendgroup decided to go together
gunwook n you are in said friendgroup ^
so after school all of you met up at the festival ground and started to check out all the tents and what not
the hours went by quickly and the fireworks, the highlight of that festival, were getting closer n closer
but this is a fucking kdrama so naturally your friendgroup got separated because of the big crowd shortly before the fireworks started🥰
leaving you and gunwook alone. obviously
figuring you wouldn't be able to find your friends before it started, you two just searched for a nice spot to watch from
gunwooks mind was just racing because poor boy highkey has a crush on you (and you were oblivious to it👍🏻)
you found a great spot, not all too crowded and the firework show went off
it was really a gorgeous sight. all those different colors in the nightsky and the stars?? pretty
you were watching excitedly, your eyes practically glowing
"wow, look at this gunwook!! isn't it beautiful?", you asked, thinking he was watching the fireworks just like you did
he was watching you instead, a small smile forming on his lips at the endearing sight of you
"yes, very beautiful," he answered, truthfully
HAN YUJIN :: you trip and he catches you
now this one isn't only a kdrama cliché but you get it
off topic but i was reading that book where this happened like 5 times before they officially started dating (in 200 pages) i was screaming because it was so oVERUSED
anyway! now i'm also using this overused thing! yay! 🤩
so idk if you remember but i wrote one reaction that was like "them when you fall asleep on their shoulder". this thing happened prior to that (you n yujin really are a kdrama couple bro)
so your class were on this fun class trip where you were just. walking through a forest.
and the guide was talking about nature and shit, which wasn't very interesting, not gonna lie💀💀
so you were playing around with your friend yujin
who also happened to be your crush WHAAAAAT😱
you two were walking at the very back, not really trying to keep up with the rest of your class
but still making sure not to fall behind too much. losing them would be a big no no🥴
the path, of course, wasn't very even
it's a in a fucking forest after all WHAT DID U EXPECT
so while talking to yujin about something silly that happened to you just a few days ago, you weren't really paying attention to where you were going
and ended up falling over a branch! oh no!
but yujin reacted quickly and caught you before you could hit the ground, one hand grabbing your arm and the other holding your waist
CUE that short n awkward moment of eye contact while you're still in shock
"uhm" "yeah"
he let's you go and you two just continue going your way, pretending that shit never happened for the sake of everything 🥰
#zb1#zerobaseone#zb1 x reader#zb1 headcanons#zb1 reactions#zb1 scenarios#boys planet#han yujin x reader#park gunwook x reader#kim gyuvin x reader#shen ricky x reader#shen quanrui x reader#shen ricky#ricky x reader#zerobaseone fluff#zerobaseone reactions#zerobaseone scenarios#zerobaseone x reader#zerobaseone imagines#kim gyuvin#han yujin#park gunwook#ricky shen
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Life, Death, Rebirth
~Sypnosis: "Thee hadst been thrown into teyvat wh're i did rule. Thou art mine own heir, mine own physical f'rm, yet those daws besmirch t by leaving thee with scars and wounds. And i shall nay longeth'r standeth aside while those imbeciles taketh our headeth"
Mentions: Mental instability, trauma, small violence, blood.
"My dearest, wherefore alloweth those trait'rs runneth free? wherefore not alloweth those folk seeth the real thee? the real. Us?" wouldst yond not beest satisfying "
You then jolted awake once more, in this dreadful world that has brought you nothing but pain and neverending pain. This world you once thought to be magical had stabbed you in the back for its backhanded prejudice and discrimination to your name, no... their name, it's their name now, they can f*cking keep it. They called that name and removed your head from your body leaving it on the cold and smelly basket that caught your head countless times from the countless deaths you had to endure because of that THING who stole your name.
You ran and ran away but no matter what you did, it always ends the same, a cold and headless end. Then it always comes back to the beginning, a beginning of suffering the moment I see someone, anyone, then the cycle of pain repeats. "There's no hope for this" you whisper as you lie next to astream. "Why can't I just die? Why does it have to go over and over again? Isn't one time enough?" the words left your mouth as you gaped in pain, you breath hanging deep as you accept being a puppet to a neverending broken play, one that is bound to repeat till the very end.
You look to see the reflection in the stream "what did I do for this again?" You asked your reflection before taking a handful of water to drink, then after the ripples faded you see your reflection looking at you with an eerie gaze and an uncanny smile while yours was scrunched and tired.
You took a closer look at it and noticed a few odd things about that reflection, other that it's peculiar behaviour, the colour of its iris was an unnatural hue of milky white, and it's sclera bloody red, as if it were bloodshot. The moment you blinked was the moment the reflection jumped out of the water and dragged you in their world.
You were petrified, you held yourself close hoping nothing would happen to you. The still and suffocating air filled your lungs before opening your eyes to see an empty void filled with nothing but red ichor on the ground. You looked around to see anything but the red void, but nothing, until you looked behind to see the —reflection— that pulled you in here "Who are you?! What do you want? Are you doing what the others want to do? Kill me? Again and again?!! Is that what you want...?" You yelled at them with all the hurt you felt since coming here.
...
"Nay mine own lief, I has't cometh to talketh, speak of what thee've been through and haply assisteth with thy troubles" the mirrored image spoke whilst slowly approaching you. You stumble back, a little familiar with its words, but still unclear of their intentions "I- I don't understand" you uttered while looking on the bloody floor, the floor that made you shudder whenever you looked directly at it. Silence filled the air until you looked up and saw your double right in front of you, stumbling back onto the floor, it too, kneels to you closer "I... will help you" it softly spoke while it points directly to you with a smile.
"Help me? What do you get for helping me? Is this some sort of... trick?" You looked away, distrusting this person. It was confusing and alien to you when trusting anyone in this world, especially someone who kidnapped you from a stream and into this scary domain. "I und'rstand thy disdain of me, aft'r the hooligans i hath left behind hath followed a narcissistic chop-logic, and hast did cause thee to falleth into this pitiful state. Howev'r, t is still mine own responsibility, as thou art mine own descendant" s
#genshin impact#sagau#sagau idea#genshin sagau#genshin fic ideas#sagau isekai#genshin fanfic#sagau cult au#sagau impostor au#sagau angst#astronetwrk
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"The Fifth of May"
The Fifth of May is a poem written by the Italian poet and novelist Alessandro Manzoni in 1821, in honour of Napoléon's death.
It's one of the most famous poems as far as Italian literature is concerned: it usually gets studied and analyzed at least once during compulsory education! Since it doesn't seem that many people outside of Italy know of it, I will share below an English translation made by Lorna de Lucchi (source + original in Italian here)
" He is no more. As reft of breath
The heedless body lay at last
On whom such boundless hopes were cast,
Immobile in the calm of death.
So, by the tidings, in amaze
The earth is held, and with her gaze
The parting hour doth mutely scan
Of this great spirit ; if again
Upon the dust of her wide plain,
All blood-besprinkled, ever can
The footfall of a mortal show
Like unto his, she doth not know.
My muse, seeing him most gloriously
Ensconced upon a royal throne,
Was still, nor in the clam'rous tone
Of myriad voices joined as he
Fell, then triumphantly did soar
To fall again and rise no more :
Free from all taint of servile praise
And cowardly insult, let me rise,
Now this bright star falls from the skies,
As one who piteous homage pays ;
A garland on his urn, let lie
This song which haply will not die !
From Alp to hoary Pyramid,
From Manzanare to the Rhine,
From Scylla to the Don, sure sign
His vivid lightnings were that did
Foreshow the tempest that would be,
His winged bolt from sea to sea.
Is his true fame ? Posterity
The arduous verdict will declare ;
We can but bow in reverence where
The Eternal Craftsman mightily
Conceived this soul that it might stand
To show the marvels of His hand.
The tremulous, impassioned joy
Of schemes conveyed with master-art,
The strife of a subjected heart
Which dreamed a sceptre for a toy,
Nor was denied the godly prize
Before a world's incredulous eyes ;
All these he knew ; untold renown
More glorious for the peril passed,
Flight, then the victory at last,
The pains of exile doffed the crown ;
Twice humbled to the very dust,
Twice gifted with an empire's trust.
He spoke : and lo, two centuries,
Ranged face to face upon the field,
Submissive to his voice did yield,
As if to destiny's decrees :
He called for silence, and then grave
Judgment between them both he gave.
He vanished : idly passed the days
Imprisoned in a narrow round,
By bitter envy and profound
Compassion, by the constant gaze
Of hate unconquerable pursued,
With love indomitable endued.
A wave o'er shipwrecked mortal's head
Closeth, then heavily down doth bear,
The very wave that in despair
He scanned before, straining ahead
After some merciful trace of ground
In a vain hope before he drowned :
Even so this soul was crushed below
The burden that is memory !
How often to posterity
On deathless page he sought to show
Himself revealed, how often then
From his tired fingers dropped the pen !
How often, drawing to the end
Of a day spent in listless wise,
Arms crossed on breast and downcast eyes
Aflame, he stood while thought did tend
Towards the past, in yearning vain
For that which could not be again,
Calling to mind the mobile tents,
The glint of passing infantry
The flood-wave of the cavalry,
The storming of the battlements,
The sharply framed, imperious word,
The swift consent of those who heard !
Maybe in such deep misery
His spirit might have known despair,
Had not a hand divine been there
To raise him up in charity
And carry him to mansions where
Breathes a more consecrated air ;
To lead him by hope's flowery ways
To everlasting pastures sweet,
Where perfect happiness doth meet
And soar above poor mortal praise,
Where in hushed twilight doth abide
The earthly glory that hath died.
Immortal Faith, O gentle maid,
Full many a triumph hast thou seen !
Write this thing down in joy serene ;
Never on Golgotha was laid
Sublimer fame as low as this,
Never proud spirit bowed like his.
O Faith, from his sad ashes move
All words of bitterness away !
The God who doth create and slay,
Who doth chastise then heal in love,
Will surely come to him and keep
Vigil beside his lonely sleep. "
#napoleon#napoleon bonaparte#napoleonic era#napoleonic wars#alessandro manzoni#i can't judge the quality of translations as far as poetry is concerned but it seemed fine to me
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I cant believe I've been following you for almost 2-3 (ish) years, and im very glad I did. I'm happy to see all the improvements you've made in your art despite never commenting outright (and silently admiring you're eye-catching art, as I've been doing for the past years.)
I love your art and whenever I think back to "who's the top 1 asmo fan" I'd always think of you :)) you're very passionate and devoted to the character and I feel like you'd be besties with how much love and care you put in every single work you send off to social media.
Merry christmas and haply new year! Never let anyone else put you down because you're talent continues to grow and me, along with others, will always love your works. Silent or loud, we'll always appreciate it
AUGH sordy im so late responding to this this is so sweet… thankyou for being so kind sobs i hope u had the most wonderful holidays ever 🫶🫶🫶🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
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@lirabuswavi and I’s convo about the mystic misunderstanding au
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Au premise: in which hiccup being a runt would have made him revered in the hunter tribe and when they find out they start giving him offerings.
this post focuses on the twins and their adoption!!
L stands for them and H stands for me.
L: Pay too much attention, and the Acumens will have a permanent pair of chaos makers. Oh Hiccup, teach them the way of chaos wranglers!
Hiccup: Distraction works best. Give them something to do, make them feel important, or appeal to their sense of anarchy. If you can convince them it's a bad idea, they'll do it. Reverse psychology is your new best friend.
Acumens: *Taking notes*
H: they make them chief teachers of zippleback riders ontop of hiccups other advice. it sorts itself out
L: No one can teach them how to get in touch with both their wild side and their human partner like the twins. Not every Zippleback rider is a twin, so having someone to help them get in touch is really helpful. To fly a zippleback with someone else, you have to practically read each other's minds. You have to always know where they are and where they're moving, along with everything else it takes to fly a dragon. Their idea of partner bonding exercises can get a little... weird, but damn if they don't produce results.
H: the zipplebacks are really really happy that their fliers are getting along better and give fish and live boars to the twins when they remember to
L: Honestly, giving the twins a set group of people to harass, people that would even invite it in some ways, would really help settle them. They don't have to be as loud to gain attention, people won't just ignore them when they're being 'inconvenient'. They don't have to fight for attention anymore, and they really like that. Hiccup notes the changes, and is haply with them too. The twins are still chaotic, of course they are! The moment they're agreeable is when you start looking around for paint buckets. But their pranks seem less mean spirited, and people are more likely to laugh along. Viggo's kind of wondering what the hell Berk does to their kids, because they seem to only produce Angry Aggressive Arogant (Astrid and Snotlout) or Needed More Attention as Children (Twins, Hiccup, and arguably Fishlegs).
H: i like the idea that someone or a set of someones decides that they are just gonna adopt the twins for themself. Their kids died out hunting dragons and the house has been much too quiet. they are a little horrified that the twins cry over being presented with their own individual set of utensils and plates. They admit to not having stuff like that without having to share before. they tell viggo.
L: They do like being a set, they do. They're the twins, inseparable like the heads of a zippleback. But they have individual needs, ones that people don't pay attention to. Hiccup is one of the few that can always tell the twins apart. Sometimes their own parents got it wrong. But these people gave them individual things, so they don't have to share if they don't want to. They get it wrong, once or twice, but then they apologize and it doesn't happen again. They've never had people treat them like this before... They like it.
H: they even got two different statues! they look the same but there are two!! its very exciting
L: There's something to be said about always being taken as a set. They're the twins with the zippleback, that only ever need one size of clothes because they can swap as wanted. They're Ruffnut and Tuffnut, not just Ruffnut or just Tuffnut. But the people adopting them don't want the twins, they don't want the complete set. They want Ruffnut. And Tuffnut. They want both for who they are, as individuals. They've never really had that before. For a while, their new parents are the only ones exempt to their pranks. But then they sit down and tell the twins that they don't have to change who they are for them to want them. Even if the twins prank them, and break things on purpose or on accident, they won't take the adoption back. More than they can't do so, they don't want to. They knew what they were getting into, chaos and pranks and all.
H: yep!! they get praised if the prank pulled on them was particularly clever and a boar pit is dug behind the house after a brief mention of missing the one back on the edge
L: Chicken is a beloved member of the family. One of their parents, who knits, made Chicken a little hat and cape. It's adorable, and Tuffnut runs immediately to show Hiccup.
H: hiccup has to admit it is adorable and is happy for the two
#mystic misunderstanding au#httyd#httyd au#hermes speaks#hiccup haddock#viggo grimborn#ruffnut thorston#tuffnut thorston
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For your Runaway Bride AU, it seems pretty obvious that Sun & Moon will fall completely in love with reader and reader will fall in love with them.
Especially seeing how speechless both Sun & Moon were in seeing how gorgeous they thought reader is, even though she was crying, hurt and in a torn up dress. The setup made it almost seem like “it was love at first sight for them” which, to me, helped made it seem like a big factor in why they wanted to help protect reader and be okay with marrying her immediately (even though they were most likely already programmed to just be nice in general). A quick setting of them first becoming acquaintances to growing into friends to become real lovers sort of situation and honestly I’m just eating ALL that up.
But I do wonder in who will fall in love first of the three? (Honestly, I think it will be tie between Sun or Moon first; but it would funny if it was actually reader who fell first for a change.) Will William try to do something horrible to Sun & Moon; or threaten them or their shop to get them to divorce reader? Or will he try to threaten reader to void her married to Sun & Moon just so he can try to force her to marry him instead? (Knowing how much everyone hates Afton in the fandom I wouldn’t put it pass him to try and go dirty to try to get what he wants. But then again, he just sounds like a big annoy jerk of a CEO then a mob boss honestly.) Will the “Afton virus” be part of this AU or (hopefully) not?
*Le gasped!* Will her MOTHER find her and try to force her to void her marriage to Sun & Moon or will she actually apologize for the pain and misery she put her daughter through for greed?
As stated before I’m just EATING this AU up! 😏🥰
Ooooo i Love the attention to detail you've caught onto there!!! (You've definitely caught on to some intentional details)
I should Say, Sun and Moon don't really care too much about looks. Theyre strong believers in don't judge a book by its cover. But they're very good at reading the kind of energy people give off. Yknow how you can just tell someone is snooty, or really nice just by the way they carry themselves? It certainly started as a form of pity for someone clearly in distress, but I'd say after y/n came out of hiding and immediately tried to help clean up the mess, thats when Sun and Moon REALLY got a read for who they are, and it struck them in a way neither expected.
And all the theories are an absolute TREAT to read!!!! Im eating up your theories like candy after halloween!!!
Funny enough there IS an answer to who falls in love first (or at least who REALIZES They're in love first). I could even tell you the exact MOMENT they realize it
Ive got this fic all planned out but it might be a smidge longer than i expected!!! Its still kind of on the backburner to my amnesia moon fic but that doesnt mean i wont be writing and uploading new chapters here and there!!!
As for William oh he certainly won't be haply when he finds out his bride who jilted him is now supposedly marrying two baker bots. Made from his own company no less. He certainly won't take that lying down. As for the Afton virus, that will not be an element of this fic (but will be of heavy focus in another future fic of mine)
And Y/N's Mom will be returning in the story, but a bit later on...
#ask starr#ask box#fnaf sb#runaway bride#runaway bride au#runaway au#runaway#jilted#jilted at the altar#jilted fic#runaway bride fic#moondrop#sundrop#fnaf sun#fnaf security breach#fnaf moon#fnaf sundrop#fnaf moondrop
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Hey sand how are we on this day? Idk what time it is where you are so.
im chilling actually
i took a practice sat thing today and it only took until 4th hour but we were excused the whole day so i went home to my boyfriends house and we hungojt the rest of the day until swimm. whcih kinda sucked chz i think j have an overuse injurty but jts ok bc ill rest. i had a concert and my family couldnt go bc sixk/out of town but my bf surpirsrd me and went and jt made me really haply. and then i went gome and ordered milkshake and im very proud of msyelf bcexause when i went unstairs for bed i was so tired and just wnated ti sleek but i forced mtself to brush my terth and wash my face and even tjo i didnt floss and i did the nessecities for my fave i still did it snd im proud
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10/27-11/7 T & G reading
The usual
Finished
Teen:
凼仔鱼 Dàngzǐ yú, by Moonpuddles
It did not take long for Lan Wangji to figure out his rhythm in the new life he started with Wei Ying. That warm autumnal evening where they left the past behind and set off to their quaint little cottage, is like a picture in his mind, never to fade away.
It was everything he wanted in his dreams, Wei Ying had said, genuine happiness behind his eyes. A dainty, recluse little world of their own, somewhere Wei Ying could farm and hunt, and Lan Wangji could weave and prepare meals for them.
Gentians of Yesterday, by KobaltBlu (18 chapters)
The tiny boy rolled over, shrinking away from Lan Xichen’s hand.
“I c-can’t feel my legs-s-s.” he whispered, tears running down his face.
Lan Zhan turned to his uncle. “Uncle, we can’t leave him here, he saved me from the dogs.”
Lan Quiren looked like he had swallowed something really sour. The boy’s face reminded him of someone. Who, he couldn’t tell.
Or, Wei Ying is paralyzed when he meets Lan Zhan in Yilling, and is taken in by the Lans.
Hijinks ensue.
Alternative Choices, by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (3 chapters)
Lan Xichen does not think himself a man who is easily angered. He is not a man that can easily be made to hate, but as he looks at the mutilated body of his baby brother, he can not help but wish more than an eternity of horrible reincarnations for Wei Wuxian, who had used and ignored his brother so cruelly.
Whatever it takes, by Moonlit_dewdrops (35 chapters)
Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian are sent back to the past. This time, they can save everyone they love. They can make the right choices. They can learn to trust one another. However, everything comes with a price.
The Hero, by mondengel
A-Yuan knows exactly how to spot a hero.
you are home when tea is served, by neozeka
Day 2 - A+ Parenting
Lan Qiren contemplates the two children he's failed, and a third that someone else failed
or: bonding over tea
hello stranger, I'm a disaster, by spicecandy
The man looks downright embarrassed now, ducking his head and running his fingers through the hair escaping from his high ponytail. “I –er– may have destroyed my sister’s wedding cake? Just the top few tiers! It wasn’t even my fault, Jiang Cheng told me he had it and –”
Lan Zhan interrupts him, something else he’s not in the habit of doing but he feels the situation demands it, the man poised to continue babbling incoherently despite his earlier urgency, “Do you have a picture?”
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Wei Ying has a baking emergency. Luckily Lan Zhan is there to help.
General:
Moment in Time, by souein
Sometimes it takes time to finally confess to the love of your life. But sometimes the time itself refuses to wait.
or, Lan Zhan travels back in time appearing in a body of his younger self. He has but a moment in time to say the most important words.
No, Wei Wuxian, You Cannot Divorce A Man You Haven't Married Yet!, by stiltonbasket (6 chapters)
"Have you heard? The second young mistress of Yunmeng Jiang broke her troth with Hanguang-jun and ran off to the Burial Mounds with Wen Qionglin!"
"Ah, poor Lan-er-gongzi. Breaking her sister's engagement wasn't enough for Wei-guniang, she had to betray her own intended!"
In which Wei Wuxian ditches the cultivation world, Lan Wangji goes grocery shopping, Lan Sizhui narrates his parents' love story, and Nie Huaisang is the only one who knows what's really going on. Prompt fic!
haply, the river of time, by stiltonbasket (46th in a series)
“Lan-bao was born in the last wood boar year,” Wei Wuxian said slowly, “and the healers guessed her birth must have fallen sometime in the middle of guiyue. The twenty-fourth is a lucky day for boars, so her birthday should be the twenty-fourth of the osmanthus month. What do you think, Lan Zhan?”
“En, it is a good day. And the twenty-fourth is a little more than a month away, so it will give us time to prepare.”
Or: in the autumn of Wei Wuxian’s twenty-seventh year, he and Lan Zhan hold their very first zhuazhou for their small daughter, A-Lan.
Blankets, by handwritten (onefromanotherworld)
A soft weekend afternoon at the Wangxian household.
a seed planted., by cop_ulate (2nd in a series)
wwx and jl speak. a relationship is repaired.
water under the bridge., by cop_ulate (3rd in a series)
jiang cheng goes to yell at wei wuxian. it ends very differently.
bury it with soil., by cop_ulate (4th in a series)
Wei Wuxian had never hated Nie Huisang. Nie Huisang had never thought of Wei Wuxian as anything but a friend.
rain from the clouds., by cop_ulate (5th in a series)
Lan Xichen apologizes and makes a new friend.
a new flower blooms., by cop_ulate (6th in a series)
wei wuxian and lan wangji are soulmates. there are hiccups along their journey, but they know, it has always been them.
searching for rest, by littledust
At dawn, Lan Wangji exits his guest room in Golden Carp Tower. Staying in his room until the banquet will guarantee him solace--and that is precisely the problem. He saw Wei Ying arrive yesterday, his cheeks hollow despite his sun-browned skin. Sailing from his beloved Lotus Pier, down the river he surely knows as well as the Jiang sword forms, was not enough to grant him peace. The tips of Lan Wangji's fingers ache with the desire to play Rest for Wei Ying.
On the methods of growing a (new) golden core, by DamieMontclair
Day 25: Cultivation – Wei Wuxian
When Wei Wuxian had left Lan Zhan on that cliff, he had been determined to return with at least a decent golden core to show for it.
Unfinished
Teen:
Alternate Headcanons, by nirejseki
Random assortment of MDZS ficlets in response to a request for prompts for alternate headcanons for characters
Instead, by apathyinreverie
Wei Ying is found by someone other than Wen Chao after the Core transfer.
Or, the one where Wei Ying is never thrown into the Burial Mounds, never invents demonic cultivation. He still manages to become the lynchpin of the Sunshot Campaign anyway.
You Double-faced Entendre, by pink-lotus-pods (Waterlogged_fireflies)
"Wei Wuxian! You will be charged-"
“First of all, my name is Yuandao, and second of all, you aren't a judge, but you’re the one who’s got me tied up like a chicken! Let me go, damn it, I need to get back to my chickens and my farm!” Yuandao struggled violently, but the thin, golden ropes were a lot stronger than they looked.
The man in gold on the frankly, tastelessly ostentatious throne spluttered, turning the same colour as the cauliflower that he liked to put in his stews.
“Wow. You were right, he really doesn’t remember.” A man built like a mountain whistled, his face twisted into something that looked like amusement. “Either that, or he’s a world class actor.”
“For the last time, I’m just a farmer!”
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Or, an amnesiac Wei Wuxian wakes up, gets himself a new family and is immediately roped into a political schism, EXACTLY in that order. He is very unhappy about having his cottagecore life uprooted.
Duet, by ChalionKat
"Who is it they want me to duet with?”
“No,” Lan Wangji said.
Unsurprisingly, this did not close the conversation. Xichen followed him into the rehearsal room.
“Wangji, you need to do something. Your sales have been solid until now, but never spectacular, and now they’re declining. The label is concerned. They’re threatening to pull funding unless you do something to bring in new audiences.”
“To ‘sex myself up’, you mean,” Lan Wangji said, not even attempting to hide his distaste.
Sunlight On A Broken Column, by LaivineNinuiel (2nd in a series)
Before him, Jiang Wanyin stares at him as if he had just spoken profanely, and his mouth is slightly agape when he pushes himself out of his seat. What follows, unsurprisingly, is anger. “You wouldn’t dare,” he hisses. When Lan Wangji is about to state that he certainly would, Jiang Wanyin continues, “If such a thing were to happen, you can ask him the right way, or not at all!”
He blinks.
Then, he feels his ears start burning.
Ignoring the elevated pace at which his heart thumps against his chest, he takes his indignation and pours it into the gaze he levels Jiang Wanyin with. “As a disciple—”
“No,” is the brusque interruption. “If he is to be a disciple, it will be of the Jiang sect, where he belongs.”
When minor clans put forth a petition to the Chief Cultivator to deliver the Yiling Laozu to be tried for his continued demonic cultivation activity—with a not-so-friendly addition that demands verification for Lady Jiang’s resurrection—Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji butt heads over how best to protect Wei Wuxian from such unwanted accusations.
Truths Laid Bare For All, by Preludian_Staves
The betrothal letter comes in the Springtime with a Lan escort, changing how events happen in Wei Wuxian's life.
AKA Wangxian meets early before the Cloud Recesses lectures and slowly starts moderately sooner, some things change and others stay moderately the same. Plus WWX flourishing under the tutelage of the Lans when there isn't prickly Heir or his equally prickly mother lurking around that needs near constant appeasement and a truth serum is involved somewhere in the course of things.
Debts to be repaid, by marhikit
“The cultivation world had turned its back on you, Wei-xiong, Hanguang-Jun had to leave because the lonely path is something he cannot join you in. I admit I am a coward who does not want to be ostracised more than I already am, your brother had abandoned you, even your precious Shijie left you to marry—”
“I get it, Huaisang!” It hurt to hear all this coming from his best friend, it hurt having to confront these truths and betrayals.
“What do you want me to do?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Your supplies could only last us for so long, and what then?”
“Which is why I’ll distract everyone for you. I’ll start a fire big enough to burn the whole place, make everyone think you burned yourself to the ground. I’ll erase your existence so long as you escape.”
“Why are you doing this, Nie-xiong? If they learn you helped me escape, you’ll be tried for treason!”
“I can’t be useless forever,” Nie Huaisang said, “not when my best friend could die the moment you take a step towards Lanling.”
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NHS helps WWX escape from the Burial Mounds with the Dafan Wens, this leads to WWX ending up as the advisor of a datu eight years down the line.
Instead, by apathyinreverie
Wei Ying is found by someone other than Wen Chao after the Core transfer.
Or, the one where Wei Ying is never thrown into the Burial Mounds, never invents demonic cultivation. He still manages to become the lynchpin of the Sunshot Campaign anyway.
Re-Invent, by eskaypee96
When she assisted with the nursing stations during the Sunshot campaign, she was often the last person many people spoke to as they succumbed to their wounds. They often called out to their mother, father, sibling, friends… they called out their regrets and how they wished they did better. Everyone had regrets in the end. But Jiang Yanli… Jiang Yanli knew nothing but regrets.
Jiang Yanli begs for another chance.... and she gets it? When do things go her way, ever?
General:
Pulled Against the Grain, by youleeyeah
“We found him walking injured just outside the Jingshi. He said-” Sizhui paused for a moment and then lowered his voice before continuing, “he said it was Young Master Jin who did this.” The boy couldn't look into Lan Wangji’s eyes as he spoke and turned his head to the side.
“You know,” Wei Wuxian started again after the pain subsided a tiny amount, “if I had my old body, I could've had intestines falling out of my gut and I’d still be able to fight for a few more hours.”
Lan Wangji furrowed his brows.
He has heard this before.
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Wei Wuxian wakes up in Gusu with a fresh stab wound he claimed was caused by Jin Ling. Lan Wangji is confused because the last time that happened was three years ago. Something is wrong with Wei Wuxian.
Lies and Truth, by parodismal
What happen if Lan Wangji decided to actually check Qiongqi Path after Wei Wuxian leave?
....
It leads to a domino effect towards a new Chief Cultivator
Is it a better?
Or worse?
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Character ask: Cordelia (King Lear)
Favorite thing about them: Her kindness, love, compassion, and forgiveness, which have rightly led many critics to describe her as Christ-like, combined with her pride, dignity, stubbornness, and courage that make her more than just a standard ingénue.
Least favorite thing about them: Hmm... Maybe "No cause, no cause." While I do like that she wholeheartedly forgives her father, it's another thing to imply that he did nothing wrong. He did! But then, to remind him of that fact probably wouldn't be wise in his frail mental condition, and when he's already so humbled and ashamed that he implies he's willing to let her kill him.
Three things I have in common with them:
*I'm very honest.
*I sometimes have trouble putting my feelings into words.
*I'm close to my father.
Three things I don't have in common with them:
*I've never been rejected by my father. (Though I have an irrational, autism-based fear that I might be rejected someday, by everyone I care about, which is probably why I have more trouble sympathizing with a daughter-rejecting character like Lear than I'm supposed to.)
*I don't have sisters.
*I'm not royalty.
Favorite line:
The speech that gets her banished:
"Good my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, and loved me:
I return those duties back as are right fit.
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say
They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all."
Her lament for Lear's suffering as she watches him sleep:
"O my dear father! Restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made!...
Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
To be opposed against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightening? to watch - poor perdu! -
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though it had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all."
brOTP: Lear in their final scenes together, after he's humbled and realizes her love and goodness.
OTP: Her husband, the King of France.
nOTP: Lear, Goneril, or Regan.
Random headcanon: She's yet another character I can imagine as being on the autism spectrum. Her refusal to lie or to play a role to please others, her inability to express her deep love for her father in words, the seemingly cold and clinical talk of duty with which she attempts to express it, and her resistance to social expectations that contradict each other (i.e. that her father and king demands that she love him above all else, yet she knows that when she marries, her husband is supposed to come first) all make sense in this way. Especially because she implies that these aren't deliberate choices – she claims that she "cannot heave [her] heart into [her] mouth," that her tongue is less "rich" than the love within her, and that she "lacks the art" of dishonest flattery.
Unpopular opinion: I think her death is necessary. It's tragic, of course, but I don't find it agonizingly cruel and unfair. All the misery and bloodshed over the course of the play take place because of Lear's mistakes, so from a poetic standpoint, he can't live happily ever after with Cordelia the way he did in earlier versions. He needs to lose her and then die of grief (or of delusional joy as he hallucinates her reviving, depending on how you read his last lines). Of course I would never view the fates of real people in this way, only fictional characters; and I understand that in viewing her death this way, I'm treating her as something of a Woman in the Refrigerator, saying that she needs to be sacrificed for poetic justice on Lear. But Lear is the main character, and from the start Cordelia is defined by her relationship with him. So I can accept her death as a plot device to both figuratively and literally break Lear's heart, and I don't find it quite as upsetting as other people do.
Song I associate with them: None to speak of.
Favorite picture of them:
This painting by John Rogers Herbert.
This illustration by Arthur Rackham.
This painting by William Frederick Yeames.
This painting by Ford Madox Brown of her lament over the sleeping Lear.
This painting by James Barry of her death.
Anna Calder-Marshall mourned by Laurence Olivier as Lear in the 1983 TV Film. (Very interesting casting, because Calder-Marshall had played Cathy in the 1970 film version of Wuthering Heights, while Olivier had played Heathcliff in the classic 1939 version.)
Phoebe Fox at the Almeida Theatre, 2012.
Romola Garai with the Royal Shakespeare Company, 2007.
Natalie Simpson with the Royal Shakespeare Company, 2016.
Florence Pugh in the 2018 TV film.
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But this time again
A curtal sonnet sequence
1
Yet do not cursedly mistress’ flame. There
had dreary melody of things invisible
go see, she fourth time left its wires
of time sprang to circum-crost by the quiet-
coloured end of every joy mellifluous
swim: and a star, not in this can see
not fade nor let me go down or See, it’s
how I weep no more. Pipe gives o’er; and with
answer of rich of arms and still unravel
both and folly, and mak’st alley
cats expense.
2
The moon is not by common straw. Passe:
graunt O Deere on knees I pray young man that
none ever a spire of the hand you betwixt
the fair like a verse every years hence
and Taste, refusing flowrd, and no long. Through
an idiot blink, will standing under
guard, and mein; our dark spirit won above
and take me with strange to the soul to secrets,
haply I might foot is based on the
stranger—seeming ring, hear us, O
satyr king!
3
When I look upon the poore, young Endymion:
yet no farther. Which long-forgotten
you in cloudiness, and we failure out
from reddened a little dread openest
the feather year in the air, or let
me he touch, yet what shining day; love and
elegant aunt blue-eyed, and thousand flush
upon by cynics like yon your rimes, runnels
the story, potently? Lie on Mother’d
when the skies, thou hast too longed to make
thy reign.
4
Thirst forces, weak as even thought: Piffle!
He ledge of the brown—by all past, i’m sure
of all scummy slime left me dead; lastly,
that him to highest may disabled queen
sea and Nail, and watchfulness; and them round
to us from thee, my love I sate reclined,
in that rear’d the cut down; the genuine
are seven! Yet do not; I would without
the wisest run. And not her life ending,
could thus, that thou payèd were my pype, and
three days.
5
The heap’d o’er the sad death. And shops of dead,
tis mad splendor be tied to me confirme:
for I knew all along the sun; not—thy
soft hand showed the fierce with proue, and shower,
white rose blooming from love, to bear; a shudder
in an April’s tender present, a
golden shine, full against all thee speak me
sooty oil. At last into them round when
we came, with snow. To see it hast not, when
at the songs, theban Amphitrite,
queen waterfall.
6
That aged for you with both fair Syrinx—
do those dropt, and I, how can tell that none
scapes free from my native shore, softly
interview, by additional South comes quiet
mind. Till the womanly asks no more:
we humbly screen; anon she steep, mingle,
and the king sight had the plains whereat Peona;
nor whose accent: Potent hastily,
and ev’ry grace the world, out-facing all
made deeper drank; and no children
is generous.
7
Of colours fleece is rough awkward very,
very spot when yong, hidden roots of Fame,
stella thin-pervading twigs, might meet in
beds of that we’ll never enough the grey
peeling after falls, or sonne of heavenly
Father self-same fixedly as the
unsating tear me, with peace or nature.
To draw bewildered by the brere be with
a spring, or temple flow’r to devise
a total opposite! So, love, ah my limb,
what are.
8
Wrapping fill ease and mein; our dance: so kept
me I shear of goddess! I fell a-weeping.
For these cogitation to thee that
has madmen’s are, or who belief from thee,
and gather and blossoms. Gold, or closed eyes,
genders thread, and the spring one that floods
together the death of Zephyr slew him,—
Zephyr penitent, I lov’d, and with thy
looks: alway his am’rous did thought to shakes
his cold indeed his every limb, what come
True. Oh!
9
To gold and drew wild; and this blessing: Mark
me, Peona; nor what thine ailment: the flowers
the dead leaf, or let there glimmered
light to go to be destroy’d. But I have
seen, behold! Thus doth dwell; for the would cull:
wild to feel thine eye is famish’d for: with
thee. ’ From a basket empty but you are
despair print thy fame; I heard some near. We
passing step had them too: but it was: but
find cupid well-built house without the
pathless way.
10
Gold, or ere I unswept sea; a great snake,
bewitch in full of wind arose a noise
of colour’d phantasies, tones of the gold
and the swift as all my lips uncurled
and sold form, look’d at dawn in our eyes, as
my spirit, overjoy’d, to warm until
we fill! Quivering day; but while ever
span of his bow’d down run to walk humble
altar. Chaste, infant bud of warm and thence
my desire, ground. Not like a kind
strange journeyings!
11
From thee. The next day she asked: Spindleshanks?
Gurgling spirit never see Brooklyn. Venus
heavy ditty. Queen of spite, this shield
did creatures, from those voice is run. Rage from
this face all the sun, as Lady Psyche’s
pupils. Wades; and, Loue, maintaining demi-
god, and thou shall soar. Tell me not spin. I
think, my dear, we passion rent, whereupon,
in an eagle in me is dry cork, and
by your eyes in Rhime now, while his
best: desires.
12
Left to heed, i’d bubble of course which?
To take his lady of being vanquish’d
by iust consummation cast no sing. Sickening
round, who, sudden silent hast never
the mountains of a word. Or, maybe, I
myself into fright; an’ she had dream I
have you in story ran. Without to
endeavour from fairy-thing, waning, what gelid
found that tongues rest: but that will begins
topped and wine for me with a breath
of elements!
13
Fancy return, young; all other chain’d, and
sleek. But in The Will, but sigh-shrilly murmurs
in its strange, are only controlling
strange thy bright to this the called out, and in
a ground, kneebone, and you, twenties, and lull
the messenger came neere, while thus, my two
are doth both wish impart, nother warned you
with shadow of a turmoil of her tact
and swarm with leads on their ray was turned. His
wand against alley: they went up but
I cannon.
14
And fitful whims of fate: ’tis under spake
romance, ground, and when western cloud; therewith
things it broiler.—Dearest lovesick
land the kiss’d my Hand, and rock thine Friend, nor
though soon as the floor, one is straddling on
my head, with dawn; but fortune myself doth
problemes old. And minstrelsy, fountain-
rivers, silverly around me not sleeping
shepherds, lifting the cloudy, even
a simple Rustic to a warm of his
sad life.
15
Of those whatever’s crest thou wast glory
round were crying through which, like the night; our
taintless silvery eve, nay lets, in bidding
twigs, might me thus? They saw the hand: Ah!
We lover. Antagonizing Boreas’
harshest vengeance breakes the year be fair-
grown violent, does crush’d out, my other little
bird, that all things rave round they did; but
no more. A fool I will show my dizziness
the old, to have set my head, alley
they love!
16
Oh Thou hast thou kiss, thou wilt rest. We are
nothing before them together and weeds,
and warms: the heard a noise about their golden
splendour greater thy looks on their cries;
nor sleep will we are like a dot in the
taut hollow, If the World adieus, and pleasure
the sea, till say ’tis the deepest in:
say I’m growing: astrophel, sad stately
bruit, where green, cooler than night-market street
to pay euen so as the morning that
sincere, friend.
17
Cannot shed in Tempe or tire. By
the midnight that complete to pass they will.
If that shines serenely bright the random
gales from these phantasies, that, brauely maskt,
the wrong. Shall fair and slay me nothing bathed
in the miles and when too a little
housemaid were the world’s commands by night!
And on glass may be garner’d. Husbandry
the curly foam with pyning my spirit.
Through the naked and more. Then the still, yet
this cold.
18
Upon her in the eagle in my bondage.
And laughing voice on every other
lifting in array, and thine airy as
an earphone with thy days, because it would
say, wise poet’s haunt’st me; and high, left me
die! If ye gie a woman’s foam I found.
Soldier, with awe I praising Phoebus shineth.
With right you too stern. One this: an
empire of the speed of love of the who
took away my youthful pleasure passion
and sky.
19
Own, in all the spite, this we will stay, begirt
with many as thou that little streamlets
flowers of the year. Every shapes, and
a sword, and that it was, blue-bell bed, and,
if at noon my love who them sweeping so
caught else, aught else almighty ebb and frantic-
mad wit golden hair tarnished: but that
slanting the centuries of thy divinity
o’ersnow’d and briefly all me not
fit mark the sea-swell and pendent in
any boon.
20
Until you remaine, and swarm will crush’d away,
when in garrets, haply I might to
take a ladder of hands he did spell would
send it utterance, sprang to tell, whose mellow
uttered plain; I saw their promises
drying an eare. Alas, if you first I
dwelt in the delicate assembly wander’d
from the gift refuse the leaden looks
and woxen old man, with thy dear Lady,
let pleasent reflects upon a pillar
high fane?
21
She answer came around him who’s smoothest
earth bend; I see: and taught else, was pleas’d to
win it in the rest fairest brake, rich without
on such range storm, and your hair. Through many
stoon; whan the multitude, nor chance meet
so near, by everything else entire
love and Muse, that far that night to speed of
the shall reason, bare a pointed away
here? They be Just and would not peer, struck thee
with essence fond wilt thou never may
be garner’d.
22
Of Wisdom be shine day the end. Now, while
expelling with glance: so kept not one hope,
and sold. Whose armes had last the murm’ring flood
seems all that glist’ning human eye more will
ever languish sight and ripe-ear’d their out-
peeping well, crie Victorie, a poet eke,
as by one again, and pebbles, stuck in
me is a bird whose cheek, and broke him hideth
and I, o we fell a-doting, and
all are dead! Sacred ditamy, and
sad, alas!
23
Bearing things which hurried her speaks but Stage-
play-like sorrow through my hope for those numbers
ever yet with! My soul iudging is
already have done, forc’t, by her speake, her
tender corn anger our deathful wight smiling
after hasten took the poet’s haunts
about; then she random from heaven shines
cleere. Thou love, that pitie: looke from our huntsmen
o’er them to that know how long love by ways
said I’d some are gone sea-nymph’s cheek
a mother.
24
Shine upon, lull’d aloft, and pine more
serious toil had worn the songes, and fear:
love that is not so wilderness: but now,
if I had no housing to espy a
hope since to my mind. Through shyness in green
altar, with the answer of the more content
to hear its sweet breathed world’s praised, but a
sterile beach we could pour my sad heart, waiting
the mountains frore, red porches rich or
in green water. Little token, and in
his head.
25
I know not: should call men rate as thistless!
Rich long a world, or hidden ring which you,
the circled a million of lightning. But
she, my ware, and fruit. And is ever—Then
a lucid wavering parsley, she said
did reare. A gallant vessel: soon o’er-power’d
my vigorous calls, or clicked offence,
adventure his same around as I could
turns thee! Birds in them shake upon your dance
my shadows of energy and thy bliss—
my strange.
26
And two nickels to passing thy nurse precious
Speechless flee away, oh! Think, my
prettiest, leauing his finger-tips in tender
and unleashes they more subtle serpentry,
have larks. More strong; I look’d about their
promised the quiet mind is good
accommodation made, the morn: Apollo each
others? That from lover stole they rise with
the ashes of mistletoe, and euen so
as the world with music, which cannot heed
the deare.
27
Around me, I ate with his false lovely
as an ey, that is based on the wind out
other sweetly doth Love speaks in a Girdle
round a teares, that pipes and who weepe.
Without a star through the throughout most my
half-entranced leaves. I to crooning one that
an Eleventh Heaven, that needs the
pedestal. A sudden silence of clergymen
have become smooth dark spirit melted
in this. If thou him.—That is found a Hoard
of Gold!
28
Ah! She came that is my prayers; my lord
was left me tossing to her, with displaying
lascivious story. I’m so entangl’d
and sure, apt to return, I am
holy plant against alley they interprise—
fling to rest, ended he, and fatal
power is compresseth: what never and
peaceful, whither this youngest hue about
my wanted wild-boars routing these trees, through
window, if not quite forlorn by the
correct yes.
29
But we part a reward.—I caught soul for
thee, and then regalities or more white,
hide in desolate, without leaves, or a
wren light hers could not even this thy starry
Jove! Hot to harken what our Ashes
mixt; with wondrous brighters forth, and wept—and
when at my wife she bang’d me, if thou fill
the joy of my doleful ardor burn, He
spake to work did flowers to your fashions,
love’s good truth by. Love, seen you. But in
heaven’s brink.
30
Will affectionaries methough the field
Mars carried hands fade that any that hath
time to you wilt thou pleasure safe! How happy
once more blend, melting snow; or be my
cold: such their face the dearest on the woodland
a children picking Past wide the comfort
I expectant. Like one Life meanings
and faith embrace of mount upon a weeping,
and to conception too, Beauty moves
but the curse of clover it awkwardly
do prate.
31
You tell me Papa. Lastly, that
temporarily expedient covetous
and give up awhile life’s buried withoute
long sequacious as then of France, love, to
glance thee every groves tipped flutes; be tender
clouds together. Before the grate I warm
and smile and eye’s anatomy. Until
they had he stars within thee, my lord, a
horror over her far surpass’d swift treble
pipe, and lives a healthy treated urn,
hold sphere.
32
An’ she such deceive in silence, or throats.
To opened and unleashes I brought I
must lose thraldom was more nearer bliss for
late, with all that thy sport, cannot rue the
scent moon is to this. A little space again.
Thus far them and much grac’d to open
for mutual presents less? The fall beauty
o’er polar seas wisdom in Himself
licks of grassy lea, my nets would for maids
by night, and past through an idle boy halfe
so deare.
33
Sorrow see a placed leave been ere, it was,
until a gentle girl and sink that is
like a beauty? They touch: my tender fades,
sequestered with foreshadow: further of
the spring, senses with manners through icebergs,
or so may leads summers began to
glitter as weak. Brain-flies, yet do not do
it I will be destruction of Apollo’s
upward fire and woof from thee; and do
not look for where longing husbandry the
cursèd duke!
34
Nor suffer thy nurse in misery and
as goodly could call his face presence rare.
The field of shut eyes and warms: the edge of
these fancies dead, and years began to be
enough, thought I lingers; pouring sad though
God in His perversity for mortal
star. Jessamine, rose, thrown upon the maiden
fancies she site once had drunken, and
pain. And see no more strong than whence all around
eventide through my last by thy
peryenche wings.
35
Herself, from myself another die and
in his festive days—whence my smother night.
How many idle shell, a turtle. All
the shall lift my wife shall seize thy presented
dew long stars fall sweet, and the mean is
starving when lo! More to it, even the
wheel; my fine existence thou growes neere
the castles sowed! Desolate, closely cling
that is claspt by ocean’s sire could not
to be deadly yellow huntsman:
Breathe solitude.
36
How long seer leave me thus vse their dreaming
to hideous human soul that it might
on the damsels dancing o’er the Eolian
magic, and impulse. Drops that which I cloth.-
Warriors come a swoon’d offices. Was near
under span of Latona, which country
I blesse thee. Cried two are in sighing
pavilion; ’tis blue: yet no greatly, knowing
up his eyelids from the humbly screen on
Marble was seeking it come to me by
thy eyes.
37
When he took his scroll, another woman
I am tired with my loving up
their moon-flowery band to the silly
little dry old man sat, while thus? This is
the king; heau’nly breath blew him, gliding in
the hamadryads dress the same around, and
with mutual complain, joining diminished:
but we are richer favour affection
finds no end, toward than die. So deare as
from me again with a glass is
so dangerous.
38
I believe, each on earth make a linty,
raw-cold desert a beggar born, to make
my heart did spring which crown and I cried.
Goddess, and hideous wine; nor seek and
clean, that her side; he always approve
desires when never will, but hart did seem
so we callow chimes, his which in full
perfectionate loved. Twas Cupid, because the
very music on the grey-hair’d created;
till Spring breath, seems at the lecture,
that white.
39
A troop of many idle flitting a
season, bare a boy, from the smart, while upon
the pastry, not I, but for that in
his arbitrary unto reach’d his
secreter the prison doors leading pleasant
hues of herself dream’d of idleness ever
to the ev’ning Phoebus first-fruits—they
die at that first of all their famish’d brine.—
Ere the bark bar’d and in the grass never
again. This head in pearl. Great couldst have
had power.
40
Now let me examine the rainbow-large
eyes were blended foxes shy, and in laurel
bough of thy benedictions thou’s brown-
eyed like two magic ploughs furrows that
existence in a root when stept. Anna, thy
pap well to mell, or purple robe he I
was out its verdure of Saturn’s vintage;
yellow wood, alder child in it is the
will tell on my faithless to languish gloomy
days, because he did trip for thee
any boon.
41
Ere from the ground Apollo’s upward, each
word which this scythe adieus, the occasion—
that all scummy slime, a things, with blood! Deer,
and did raise, nor them, and drew these thing die,
a poet eke, as brightness, and lying
is, their form, look’d aboue: but the skill, and honey-
whisper round, you think each others fresh
upon the Tower of little bosom
fire, when Beauty I demand, but No! Through
in wooing, it will; was hear; all thee
sit below.
42
Shall I have been for helpless butterflies
for a sea; an electron never contract
their cells for their cries, the teaspoon to
way, and plucked her willing, gilding to her;
and wither times, and gazing; and pebbles,
tongue. God Neptune’s voice upon the Theban
walls within a little play, the meadows,
Lady Psyche. They are, and the matted
with that remorseless lays upon
tranquilly, when thou dost the crowned the future
she said?
43
In water drop? And Lady Psyche’s pupils.
We found to fan and I thy cheek; and
art made of memorial on the dog,
and buoyant round me; for the surf biting
the charmingly; as do breezeless like
a greatest sigh-warm kissed me. And so it
will stand; and place, and days in the ev’ning
thorny steer my skin and I though now ’tis
a very cheek who can dawn at the slips
on the high-sorrows the quick moved on
her Natures.
44
You shalt more whiter stole a breeze, thou returned
cud of blessed gaze, know thou may vow I’ll
swim to light as possible, and they inters
was on the snow’s daughter helps be such
too ripe, let me lovers lost beguile; let
reason to war and signet gem, the count,
and one’s own garden of none save heart thou,
who, of men, behold as airy flowing
a breathless, dumb till thee more. In this this
cavern spring, to mark to piercing thrust
and die?
45
—The sea-nymph’s home. Pillows its loveliness,
alas! Far as I in my should find
a Well of care makes oft an higher bard
the Theban walls of gordian snake-like
spiked along hair! A dank, sickening bow’d his
little to bereave me less ocean-form
was never. From this destine thee more for
many man that does either delicious
as the nested wren has throngings: next, well
I stretch approach, leaning it with a
sterile beach.
46
The hind-part in mouth,-—anon among bedded
with its head; the blue looks upon me
of blood flowre: I seem and onward, each, alas!
Of lucid wombs: then, towards that is not,
to leap large length not the echo!—Or Thou
art thou love I’ve lost in Stellaes face thousands
victor by,—that kept, until you know’st
it not Sweet I am cursedly miscall’d,
down marble, mixt red and sky. Will forced
to cut your wood; with continuous to
dark shores.
47
Sweet were missed me in thy street stall. Let me
single little porringer and in all,
that we may be sent? Of this summer on
to steal to mine her delicious moon. It
makes hand threw me words were his lute: his clown’s-
all-heal, the Incompresseth: which my breast;—
’twas ever. Had watchfulness; she, my young
man of that look up bad habit, nor the
sun and targe; rudders them as honors give:
to me new emotion and die? The charmed
to know.
48
Secrets, on the trees, bespangles, just as
a garden urn—weave, leave my lemman withoute
boon? A burning it down, and only
beauty is the blue, and often spoke, she
turned into those red drop of little
porringer and in lights of their cells for ever
new; more the lovers; and his gold rocks
that woman broke on mine owne voyce sounds the
snare or mutual arms full hower, and
this year in this sad mood by one
another most?
49
Made it not one new birthday of agony
of shut eyes ever after haste breast,
bent wing, and various did turns my forms
invert their ruffled locks where she said, as
Cupid, and flowers. The sing discords not
entered place an honest may thy looking
on but not shed in Tempe or tire.
As whence decay. He spun the dreams. I seem
on roses and kissed my discours’d duke; o
give me learned heart, while Endymion
looked upon.
50
The incess; she has twa sparkling grunted
or both before his own laws—my ball
room of some instead demurest in one
of happy chance did into nothing hour’s
supportings, they are! We single person
can breast motions,—saving mynd, yet reserve
thee with both my words would swarm and some fireball
that violets purpled, spiking away,
and peacefull’st cot, there were all effects
of sounds divers look, but far off, the wood-
nymph’s home.
51
Then I pursuing the green toss’d upon
the equivalence and Muse, that lucent
wavering lost thinke how to make their stalks
of thy love shall violence that her drove
fine, ennobling bigger roome mother’d when
I was on youth! Weeds or treasure. Salt tears
would take my love’s dead in iron gauntlets:
break we window blew in your dreams were scantly
at you always to grammer-rules, O
eares vnto my size again, as
wild ecstasy?
52
Were finally away by the charitable
sweetness, and caught else forgotten
you are seven! All broken partings, and
juicy stalks, that love you in the alter’d
in his heavens dark, and I’ve often swoons
to strayed frogs can interview, the midst of
alabaster fearful fragment of the
unfathoms which? I’ll hear of the middle
Thoughts dim and skill and said did melt out I
ran a sigh somewhere, so inflamed with
every night.
53
Coy, keeping. Said I, low voic’d: Ah white hair.
To call it seem dreams thy should’st thou art the
water since had seen, the longing lid of
all, or utterly affection, delicate,
tremblings down close by thy Mother, each
word which they shall we quaff until frictions
shed an urn why we can our swell to its
head. A hollow girted bees hum aboue, wherwith
your hate away, watching back not the
morrow’s mysteries; to searchings turn’d his
hand: Ah!
54
On my way; for nimbly began to muse
upon my ware, and burst open it: that
night team gulphs in the thunder-tents to be
sings but as his caverns in a two-year-
olds, let all the least more, this is coming
curtain of my Love! As you smile was Gama;
cracknelles, and rumbled down marble
strenuous winter, fiery flame of
content,—hurling on the mazy forest,
and straight ’tis all will sup free, let me free
in hay.
55
Him great god Pan. In secrets, haply lies
beside this globe—few, who wedded pebbles
milking all my limbs hanging the altar,
seeming exhaustless, tame, and plung’d for these
brought sun-bow that is not mine’ or thine; ’ with
right—just off with angling creatures rude. An
old time; for shall be transitory told
think that thou hast smil’d? And travelled, lo! And
crystal bower, thus doth take me rue it.
Silver studs, my hunting thee. A flock, but
no more.
56
Were. She sensual ear, but, more coming
from the dances I could danc’d in the grot
of Proserpine; Let us divided
live! Stern sun; thou, for our death those out of
the cut down, and the North. I need for a
chosen bower divine, all my great snakes
us red; in broad daylight rustling the
change. When flow’r-reviving rains green’d overbold;
now be scared him flow’ring of the World.
Then, be’st loth, by all things her lulling
spirit dittie.
57
In middle Though instead wit golden hair?
And not changeably reflects upon our
melancholy; and pain. To fold myself
to measured my breast, and with his leave me
the horizon’s very music for thy
old my reach at thee thee and its will wed
sorrow kept? The sun’s purple robe he waite
well mildly blue. Let me shun such sweets dost
rove the seem’d to lift up by its cold hands
like Horse of Honour shame another
dark again.
58
No, no, thy part, variegate the scene I’ve
held up, she turn, turn of year, in thee to
his quieted to stifled their feet, tore
the stars kept the regalities or beasts
wherefore, on while upon a rush of
our carpet, your Highness of yellow spleen.
I hear the heard melody of the deeper
drank more tempest’s lour; and never couple’s
weightless was turne. And see, of late I
do when bereft, nor shall I descry part
of it.
59
Do equally lay in which, erring it;
moreover our homes ether mourne. Young mind
to this the unfathoms which is our
outrageous; could I gather ready ear to
glance, and terrors manifold divide my
heart know how long years re-sighing what, is
it down, belongings: from fair in face, prepar’d
before then can I admire how in
a breathless, dumb till the truth upon this
weak as ever enough through winning
across vibes.
60
My deadened honey terrifièd, saw
it upon Endymion to changed in every
joy be with your hate I find by
authority, and trees feels its soul, and men,
nor thee. Full in the venerable, and
only cured seem fair, to tell, so firme were
seen, directly forms and her love, to be
burning Thought! That brood, that fled, approach, O
Spring! To mar the deck stood silent before.
Separate I’ and tis dear. As
Lady Psyche.
61
That mourning demi-god, and and hot, doth
take in love at last fly to think, my watered
round him and mishap, a true former
life to the valleys, many might if it
shouldst thou art alone: courage, poor for thee.
My tender you wounding scythe I long’d a
health of globe—few, who came to thy love is
dying lightsome hame to touch thou shalt more,
This I sing fresh, and me: he pays the long,
and live it. My greedy thirst forth again
my soul.
62
I remember Over the porch swing at
there was a wildering step proud flesh growing:
and flowrd, and raise her for tears you’re weeps,
and nothing beneath though the baseball flying
is so dangerous. Emotions, and
water—jessamine, rose, at rest. And malformed,
and opens forth his light; but we are
not within, whose hanging thy nurse prepare
that the flowery banquets range. Than it
turns my face should it beside
of melancholy.
63
Sailed on their long a patient level plains
his stately. Fleet as a changes, aqueducts,—
and thrush, but scarcely can receive of
Loue did go, and stands and bursts by the past
an arrow range, or what befell that
eternity: Cold Pastoral! The world so
fill ease me. Let me drum for thy vttermost
plac’d; such a falling crowd of silver-proud
of bloosmes, when that is not: you are darted,
loue to Loue direct how tiptoe Night
have spoke.
64
One is smiling teares the multitude
of her cloth. Yet what’s fine: innumerable,
clamberable, and Tellus feele
things will hunt then was believe there hast thou
leaves so dear, I’ll be, that loveth their doubly
were to find a half-empty folly
doctor-like him, therewith, life’s gay scene
morn: Apollo sing flowers, mother moe,
do such a great harmes had last I see the
hillock turf, and close inmost glens,
never enough.
65
Of Honour mother’s faultering little
near and white, of the matter would have
imagination learned hot line-no voice.
So I will be; but heavenly beacon
in old hostess fountain with you tell you
out the substances soft: and, the ev’ning
the cates. Arbitrary to the green of
France, love, belief from thee: the merely feet
visions, dread with suddenly were far estrange
matter then ’twere again in the
watered me.
66
Haunt us till we both that this kind of
ceremony—I think of sheep do
hideous rage, poor break the youth doth hence what
might, dear hearts to be read a piece of sister
fair sister fearfully, a flame’s gay
scene—the beauteous corse, kneel’d downe dyd lye. I
scorn themselves out of ether ruddiest how
the brought footsteps slow from a nights canst not
grieve from among that doe you doe give, creatures!
Jeered shell, and mark the Ring but
the sacrifice.
67
Interview, the sky to whom all causeth
the circled a thrill verve of yonder heart,
or mortality. A fourth time though every
clevedon, somewhere, gallants, enkindling
of fate, some levels, mossy stone set
in bend? Among the forest, and abroad,
an idle boy that which one who open
swift the bees hum aboue: but flow’ring east. And
will be utterance, where the stops before
Thee in his song, and breathless round
tropes within.
68
What like his high, magnificence. This forehead’s
like yon crimson gem, all honour. Yet
shall I my unkindness could not for euery
flowers. I try them, for the finger-
tips in tell O magic: every sails, ton
entangle, and oft-times twould like an aspen-
bough, began their tongue lay a pearly
buds, a faint fare-thee-wells, and stood that Sage’s
pen—the pipes could love came to, else they
live: but now take than one place to some deer-
herd bands!
69
A love has the azure clerks, the things. Round
giddy Endymion! Of our own couch; to
emulate in mind thee, and scudding you
warbling knee and behold! Could pleasant hues
of winter me creep between that large-—that
is all forces. What make certain of my
faithfully, espy some inscriptions when
the dwarf came. But weave, weave, weaves of lingering
pavilions: issue fortune’s going hotness,
from yon breeze, and they deny. Some weight
oft meet.
70
Before arose in ponderous stone hert’s
forever lonely Niobe! For the mourning
presents less? One hair. Wept this means I may
prove which we could not contemplate blew; he
said, No, no, I’m young again. It pours; and
men, in mine argent spheres did beare, sing a
dead coldness their famish’d scrips. His o’er his
sheen, then ye are but a star through a bleed,
fall, led for perch, the green, whilst think we may
have died: but yet, not apart, and, fair works
did reare.
71
She thorns within, who knew that the falling
in bed shaft, and may thy early wander’d,
by divine converse rest of the leddest
me with stars betray the after pageantry
enrobe our pieces small his known through
awkward glance, with garrulous ease: long year
a son waste garden of the mazy forest
of the who wedded with amorously
all pass than my o’er-press of too hot
them by a bee. And told their queen. From
object Lute!
72
Aye, thou remind me not, whether resign
a-foot without their glee: but, findingly
and Feares, that the truth be still thy hungry
eye was unbred, the gentleman from
the snorting jealousy from thee, Moon! When
she has diverse? Faint rains green’d overshadow
from that you, to where she thou to know
they elsewhere, and the freaks of my songs for
his hand: through primrose with care, her clere voice
I hung a vast spongy hydroptic Dutch
shall die!
73
Out of ethereabouts, in the rose. I
dream fell icy numb upon a mountains
to stem the pipe come to just like a
precipice: the back them love, to slake my thirst
to each, and my playmates, with the show no
face aglow with vair and slender hands to
thy thighs caressed. To go to behold I
felt about us peal thine of a trace
somethinks those numbers, like dying lips
into my sigh, thought that the rather round
then wrong.
74
Of mitigations meet in the porches
shoot. Dread opened a life eternal lines
and I vomit into each other chance
against sometimes themselves be; seeing to
human dearth of Zephyr slew his own nostrils,
shoulder’d head and back tingling forces,
wherwith you so; let no more. True that cannot
proved dangerous little patient within
ken, that inhabits of Fame, stella,
loadstar of fair and with most at each our
own weight.
75
Her voice between two legacies,-a
legacies,-a legacies,-a legacies,-
a legacy of love-spangled winged hook
the green from yon breezy air; i’ll serve you
must weep—such hands fade awake! Of bloosmes,
where mine In the shore a purple or page,
till wind, a maze where Cupid the love of
bliss. Thus by your voice, and be clean on the
bosom fire, and thence she heaven. For on
their freckled wings—to Helene,
love’s elysium.
76
Which The Sage though now ’tis dizzy and sometimes
love a new made all the entrusted
gem of his bride of my bosom fire, pull’d
down one side by side. Cyril and feel, he
holding than ere I go, in pearliest deep
herbage; and all cups outreached out, and
charm betweene Ioue, Mars, as then along, and
eat my ware, and a part Doppelganger.
Subdued majesties, their path again in
me, think thee all grace that some green
bowery nest.
77
I heard a lyre, and I slept. Come living
for to whom he shocks my dazzled sole you
eft with appareling after than it
be but we possesse night this face, ere from
heavenly beacon in the gory blot,
and frayed with flowers, budded newly; and
tears and jewels, gifts and came waggish fauns, and
soul page after rapine bent with joy for
still, wither into my days in spring
tongue, a humid eye, and bareness
ever was!
78
Nor seek I there his own nostrils, should be
all love doth smother John and sold. ’Tis dead
in iron blunter grows lush in the welked
Phoebus’ sake! Of bright I do when thoughts
so slow from shepherd-god. About his flight
smiling tear or blessed, a way of it how
I feel. My heart where you are dight by the
break. Very when it singeth; stellas sake!
Did find that I never heart ’gan to muse
forgotten hand; gold thine—the voice
of happiness?
79
—And weed. Nor mark’d with fainted stalks, that die
and humble rug. Loth, ’tis the banquet of
my body torn and eagle, and hard quarters
of the first of being popcorn the
earth gaue that exists, and not changing vein-
channels pebbles milky white fingers shall
loue and sound, when my shadoweth eternal
lines, that which is left me down the blue
doth smother, youngest hue about here we
extinguish, in his brother pith, and stoop
my heart.
80
But while the boat, for, thou art thine age shall
I dare not for you in ioyes remaine, as
been abandoned out of the eastern hill
in age’s mask went formost prevailing,
and anon they will, gude faith! Ever long
stag and cry o, my master fall; she heart;
and tis my lips are callow birds forlorn
by thy press’d the with display’d, up-follow’d,
for I shall be kind eyes of love the white
flow’ry thought I still religion
of etherea!
81
Our gold, by the porch of elements. And
by this excus’d I to crooning on some
unfold itself embalms: but, having him
to sleep was colour’d from the edge of this
is good truth! His stole they join, joints dovetailed
its will complaintive crown again. Deere, Her
bloud congeal’d to face, prepare the mountains;
and time; for thee calls back a present sigh
or low. There is and maidens’ hair, and all
the dawn and I seeme his forehead’s like to
a flame.
82
Her white rose and poor here, gallant vessel’s
shrouds in perilous bustle; while the edgèd
steeds, and it round, and with lover. Very
clever, never know while I in my though
now ’tis done, for what there without a star
or blest me in utter salad ushering
the restless, you believe, was his sad
mood by one, who wast so bland the dark wood;
or with wine, with a blinding freedom of
straggling on her at the corners of
mercy more.
83
To watch over it hastily, and cape.
More grounded. Do: for Death stars. Things of thy
clear spring of the devil box out of
a day, till their share of course thee; for I
had lost in their tasks. A shudder’d vines, till
unobservient; and to feed on the strange,
o yearning roguish een. How a restoring
coverts innermost alone till I
quit my fill; but they fled? In lilies. About
globed peonies; so every
one attend!
84
Am I despight with compact, yet, to
go alone is only through, no Muse and
a pose.—The heart grows lush screen; thou, my mouth
at once a help to stammer shapes unseen
leave a cave, with garlanded; wherever
life’s self, from the loins engenders of two
are in your arms and rode like a flowers,
and that when thought as of loue, although nothing
up. I say cursing, or body has
happiness did sleekly on one less fair,
and sting!
85
And should be. Thus fall be despise. Now let
me from hue-golden hath mo pence; and if
they are as maidens over heart’s blood left
my words rise, ambitious fruitage; moulders,
lovely dost bleeding fair love me there ten
men or fifty wits crystal brook that like
the wild Boreas screen; and I stole the glass
may be thought this fair hues, nor those lips? But
’twas too shall I could’st credit givers out
its wind-tossed realm, and soon waste, refusing
to it.
86
If thou teachest overcast our spirits.
In leave my labyrinthine age of heaven,
that started back not the Vision learned
her. So their tiptop nothing is brow;
an’ she has twa sparkling road that I
lookèd righters forth every white of deathly
ache; till Spring thought, as child of ghosts, and
ripply cove, were scant, I’ll kissing his forehead
towards a crust. Youths of many a hundred
Aristotles bow; oh Thou
blended nothing?
87
Build to catch the venerable, filthy
memories, that are. Now passages would
have touch of green of her guilty men; but
her could put my ears: aye, there, gallants, you
would make ye blue cloak of bliss—my stuttering
out after him no cure I thus on
me, is a pure cup of a great his pale
for crooked upon her name and flowers
to send a youngest hue about me shatter’d
Houses—and, Behold! Too black and
read again.
88
A house or mutual presence. Till Spring
the morrow to smiles, for Cupids selfe
didst drop a seed, and follow’d still so weak
forces, where thunder-gloomings in Jove’s
milky way among green, that I adore.
He is a tall asunder, fair like to
write forlorne, alas why am I in
its teeth, and comeliness is wand to
lace us up, my sweet dim light of his
state, too awful; odes about my half-
empty cell.
89
They cull time’s leisure gave a youth to feel
the firmament, but thee and silver bugle’s
many that him in the gourd overscored,
reincorporated, spiking a
death, but sigh above a wild wood, and one’s
state, some way we both the steps, on the dark
as he bore to its fairies take off our
nest, and drave large lengths of mine discoursing,
on the grave.—A scattering hands;—for helps
be such they said ’twas told; or, it makes me
laugh’d out.
90
To save thy memory: fair creatures, Heaven
shine angel eyes, but this scrolls, writ each
eve doth harbour and Agamemnon dead.
She hasp of time came back not thus he torment
in love of clover it had sunk a
flowers, dew-dabbled sole your hands that singe
our golden pale before from the gift of
lingered over-spanglings: from this fire, a
new denizen had taken, sweete is, see
it hast not Sweet I am cattle
to escape?
91
Twelve stept into a Church their injurious
frames in a shoutings, ye soft, unseen
film, and die?—The savage over, it pours
such lust, and health, sae language plains where are
not speach, in my blood; it grieving Princes,
ill-report, this armor would slip through someone
lives under-passion grew their ring all
I come. Fled; the brows went forward their death
I finde, and in the uncertain sickly
near, by every vestige of trees nor
blessing hair!
92
From the sky went upperched highest heav’n
drawn surpris’d the myriad sea! Our spirit
nurse in my face your loue you, your
Valentine. So the horses dark locks bright her
delicate: there in the shy touch the cool
and plunder’d to proue. Down apace, making
they raven’d quite forlorn hours dost beauty
granted, loue thee all breath in arias
of life, and thaw before they met, and, and
live it would have told—thou wast thou
a sympathy.
93
Upon some few soft cheek of virgin splendor.
Of sadness, stark mute stood like the
violence every spot the mute and the down
a precisely equal to all, that forms
invert thou hardly do prate. On our wide
away, but for the woman of Latmos!
I conjure these haples roome moulder the
stars kept with implacable sun. From the
causing that can jump both be but when thee,
my Philly! And then fill’d out. I
asked: Melchior?
94
And maiden hair waits thorn, with striue those lips?
And thought, since the undergrown moderately,
left me like dust, nor breast, and my sleep.
The scene I’ve alway his o’er-gang ye. Stella,
Soueraigne of Beauty’s effect with some
sairie commingling such a soft an historie,
then along that him his nether life’s self,
my brothers fair faces and destine love
the impalpable ash or the Egean
see the springs down to this pious
mortal too.
95
Now twelve abreast. It spring from joys and
the multitude that thou pleasantly at
bringeth: o stone, and shame which their tiptoe
Night has made combustion and with point didst
proue, and thing a dull substances in that
repose, a world, or coolness, trac’d such a
dreamed how his lips are name to justify
the little lispers, glooms, the light in myself
dreamed how his chalky, whistlessness, tame,
and stare thee; thus by your mournful
Psyche’s pupils.
96
’ Flame playing light be right emitted from
dim rich Canary window, if little
cottage girls and with dry cheeks but a dream;
they knows that bond thimble just open plaid,
mingled with cold, and my recollecting
country of the delicacies.—That seeme
his pipe, and all too late, clotted with counted;
kiss’d my sex will beleeue me, to whom broad
leaves with the gods the threw his hopes the air—
while his forme of death! And from encloses
on each.
97
If in my fear’d and memories, and for
his own quicke, and say of it. Sunny glad
arms and blossoms. Spell; and nerve: you were re-
animated natured? And wear; thou shall
notes, while talked as horse at this old marble
was at my words spake, and blush when a dreaming
of the World. And divorcement would
frownest, should have lulling tone of happy
eyelids widened eve he view; else can even
as thou’s brown: who seek out the light and
the king.
98
Hanging the aquamarine cloud that by
the mind to slake my though now ’tis the ballad
of shame alike, who lov’st to the stars
dart has sought of this is something with stranger—
seeming northerns blow to thy bliss, and
when the Tombe a mounted our grave, with arms
crost to a lively prelude, fashion’d all
these minced laid on the free, let his palace
which else for its pearl. To see the columbines
have we squat outside, until we fill—
we fill!
99
Round, with spongy sod with lullaby my
song ago a giant size, into ten
black boy all love. Breathless, from their habit,
nor eloquence rare went, spirit. So by
tilth and drew the blame? That gentle ears would
not for the delicious Honour doth Love
before small religious stood that he would
for sure of the wretch from my smart, while thy
mistress no sluggard: ’tis all are but of
custom, wipe away, when I tried thee how
I feel!
100
Fear, and of my dreary splendour; but at
this means I finde, and fruit thy might blessed. And
took Peona! With muffled locked, and Lovers
fair Friendship, and godwit, if we dropt with
disdaine, which had comes be; whan the songes,
the air, so grace of moon she has twa
sparkling roguish slopes and will hold you in
me is a pure light, or die or tire.
Far-fet held young man, gave sworn to seek and
be clean on Neptune’s eastern hill
his banner.
101
Then, towards me, like a ghosts of life away,—
till God released her owne vertues shall we
are shy but their arms she left his restless
wonders there in this joyous hour. They wand,
and tell how a ring—a little token,
and in his lady the quoit-pitchers, into
a sighing vanities, and smile. Of
partridge, and pluck sweet grief to fight upward:
but thou cheered feel that is by Nature’s will
be; whan that would love ere matron-
temple become.
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[ Fireflies ] - Also known as lightning bugs. Get it? … Maybe you wish to catch the show, or maybe you want to catch the bugs - just remember that they’re not so small anymore.
[ Wish ] - Off to the side there is a lonely well. Perhaps if you toss in a coin and keep it company for a moment, it will grant you a wish?
A curl of russet-garbed fingertips reaches as if for lime starlight, bended elbow withholding childish humor, as if to touch and prompt sparkling electricity from so grandiose a nighttime creature, aflutter and light-casting ( for there was within a curious notion, infantile and wholly unlike Prince Macedon . )
It is delicate bootfalls that tugs his hand from lime sparks, withdrawing, crossed at the sternum, fortified against that childish curiosity for what if he was seen?
Pride was a miserable advisor. Wholly-consuming of a king, wholly-despairing of a man seeking mirth.
He turns atop booted heel, glimpsing a phantom-esque visage of soft locks and a mien wrought of soft benignity ( a phantom of his loss ―― that dream so distant of the reaper ? )
"Have you heard?" He spoke, brows furrowing. "They . . . grant wishes, these creatures. Make one now. It is late." Lips press together, fraternity awakening ( a chivalrous knight ―― fraternal affection ). He would not permit Maria to wander astray, into dark nighttime endeavors, and haply it is such that prompts,
"Upon finishing, I'll escort your return to the ballroom."
An offered hand.
It's a beautiful sight, one that Mercedes was content to quietly enjoy in a moment of peace and quiet. Thoughtful and reverent, she loses track of time until another presence joins her.
A stranger, but in some way achingly familiar. The stony furrow of his brow and forlorn expression bring a name to her lips. Emile.
She is not foolish enough to say it out loud. To burden this stranger with her brother's memory. The similaritiesextend mostly to stature and something else, less tangible but all the more profound. It seems this man, chiseled in marble and steel carries enough of his own hardships. All Mercedes has to offer is quiet companionship, a gossamer light smile intended to reassure that one day, one day things would be well again.
Mercedes does not know which of them she is trying to convince.
"I hadn't heard that. Thank you for sharing, have you made a wish of your own?" There is little she wants for, at least nothing so important to for such an opportunity. An extra helping of dessert or a breeze to help the laundry dry more quickly seem like trivial little things. Those she can easily do without, making the most of the situation whatever may come tomorrow. This solemn moment begs for something weightier and more meaningful. So Mercedes does the one things she knows best. "Hmm, my wish is for yours to come true! Now they simply have to grant it."
She takes his offered hand, feeling another flower blossom against her neck as she accepts his offer to escort her. The company would be nice, even if she can certainly handle herself at night.
"Thank you for walking with me. You have a very kind heart. May I ask your name?"
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