dreamer, dancer, hedgehog - 24 year old girl looking out for comets, everyday miracles and music of the heart /// Here you will find: nature, happy things, amazing fanart & fanfictions (Zelda, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Skyrim & others), also art and poetry, sometimes by me; some RPG wips of my p&p characters and nice music. Thank you for stopping by.
I like the alpine set, but never got around to using it before, because I didn’t like any of the standard cloth designs for it. Now I finally made my own.
Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”
The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”
—Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (via bookmania)
Hakuouki Sekkaroku Episode 6: Dance of the Snowflakes
All infamous fan smacks aside, I actually feel that this conversation is a good deal more entertaining overall. At the very least, it provides one more canon interaction between Kazama and Sen for me to use as reference, and I’m always down for more of those.
Early Christmas prezzie for my bestie, @a-cup-of-nizz
I live in Germany, she’s based in England, but we’re the proof that true friendships last even though you’re miles away from each other.
I was quite nervous and excited about this drawing of her own OCs to share with you all, but first I wanted to wait till she received the printed version of it. (And let me tell you, it was priceless to see her face when she finally opened it.) Anyway, hope you’ll like it, too.
When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness.
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns–
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
that is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
[From Averno]
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.