#��loquence

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soul company july day 17: loquence - love me

[artistrichardhfay]

Many years back, after a fellow poet and self-avowed poetry snob called me a "poetaster" while drunk posting, I wrote a tongue-in-check satirical poem in which I adopted the persona of such a snob: "I Mock You With My Poetry". Yes, I paint these snobs as the fools they are.

I Mock You With My Poetry

By I. E. Loquence

I mock you, pathetic poetaster, with my own superiorverse. Your damnable doggerel And sadly stilted lines Pains my poet's ears.

I mock you, wretched wannabe, With pointed words And sharper wit. I cut your work to ribbons And laugh at the mess.

I mock you, false bard, Purveyor of indifference, Metricious minstrel, Seller of languid lines And cheap tricks.

Away, foul prostitute! Take your pedestrian works And hawk them elsewhere. Your pale glimmer fades Beneath my mighty shadow.

THE END (of your dismal dregs, not my fine libations)

[vidavalor]

Lokius fic: "What Remains"

I wrote a fic in which an exhausted god pines angstily for his kind bureaucrat. Hope you enjoy.

Loki stared at the enormous rendering of He Who Remains, breath quickening more with every heartbeat. Behind them, a familiar voice, the only one they wanted to hear, coming from the body of a man they didn't know.

"You seem upset. I can help you. What's your name?" repeated this Mobius as Loki closed their eyes for just a second, hoping that when they reopened them, they would be home. Even in the dark, they could hear the faint ticking of the massive clock in this TVA cafeteria, further from the library in this building than in theirs.

Eyes open now, vaguely aware of B-15 leaving to attend to one of the many emergencies, now that war was coming, death was coming. More pain, more suffering. Loki forced their breaths to slow, realizing that what had staved off the panic from accelerating again was only the knowledge that they had to get back to their Mobius. They had to find him and keep him safe and help him stop what was coming. What had allowed those thoughts back into their mind through the panic, though, was the gentle, steadying hand of this Mobius on their shoulder.

Of course Mobius had stayed. Given out orders to the others while the world was burning and stayed for the one left behind, in distress.

"Hey there," Mobius says behind Loki, turning Loki's stomach to acid over how guilty they feel for what they know they are about to do.

"If we're gonna be wearing the same outfit, you at least gotta tell me what to call ya or else the other agents here might get us mixed up."

Tears form in the corners of Loki's eyes and they know they are out of time. Someone will come back for directions from this Mobius any minute and then it will be too late.

Mobius' hand falls away as Loki turns around.

Mobius begins another comforting line with a gentle smile, gets out a "there he is--" before falling silent, mid-sentence, as Loki's hands come up to cradle his face.

It takes Loki extra, precious seconds to focus enough, almost enough for the initial connection to break and for Mobius to have then stepped back in confusion-- almost. In reality, it wasn't long enough because Loki is good at this and that thought makes them sick, perhaps the first time they have ever truly hated the magic they can do.

Loki gazes into this Mobius' eyes and pushes away the thought of how he had run through the TVA not just to tell Mobius what had happened at The Citadel and warn him but to find him, time now never more of the essence, and just... Loki hadn't been sure exactly. They had never confessed love to anyone before and meant it, never said words that weren't timed and designed to manipulate for their benefit. Heart pounding, Loki had imagined a thousand different scenarios for it while running through the rooms of this nightmarish labyrinth that had taken them prisoner only to set them more free than they had ever felt.

By the time they had reached what they thought was the library they knew, Loki had imagined that their loquence might fail them and that had been true. Words had disappeared from their mind, heart slowing in relief and hammering in desire at once at the sight of the man they had been running towards.

They wished Mobius' attention was not occupied with the emergency at hand and B-15, wished that for once, there was no threat-- no war coming, no death coming, no more pain and suffering, for anyone. Just Mobius, alive and unharmed, in the library and the brief flash of his eyes full of playful amusement the way they had been as they had reached for his tie before, too nervous to claim his lips instead. That bit of mischief in Mobius was what Loki fantasized would be the last thing they would see as their own closed upon cradling Mobius' face and bringing his lips to theirs.

Loki had been still nervous running through the TVA, more so even now that they cared more for the man by the hour and hours were beginning to fall away. Loki's hands would have found Mobius' face then, too, and met his eyes but they would have claimed nothing, even in the searing kiss. They would have just given everything they had left, as much as they knew how to do, their heart in Mobius' hands and finally, for the first time, safe.

Minutes ago, though, they were desperate in their need not to claim but to give, seeing in the sight of Mobius in the library nothing but what they would have done had there had been any peace, any privacy, and it looks far too much like a version of what Loki is doing now, alone in this library that they now know is not theirs, to this Mobius, who is not their own.

Now, Mobius remains still and soundless beneath Loki's fingertips. His eyes blink and remain fixed on Loki's but are emotionless, seeing nothing. He will hear nothing but Loki's voice, once Loki can find it. Loki's fingertips on their right hand move for a moment, stroking near Mobius' ear, and a wave of revulsion swims up their body, imagining the disgust his own Mobius would feel at all of this.

"...is Loki Laufeyson. I am an analyst here, at your TVA. We are old partners. I have worked here a long time but I just transferred back to your division not that long ago. That is why some agents here do not know me. I go into the field with you. I have high level access here. I can get what information I need and leave without a team whenever I wish. You have no tolerance for anyone questioning me or my authority."

"I... I went through a... breakdown, of sorts, recently, so I am not always myself. You know this. You.. help me with it. We are friends. We... we are best friends."

Loki inhales for a moment. Exhales.

The connection holds. The door is still open. This Mobius is still there, still receptive, still frustratingly yielding. Still vulnerable.

Loki considers it for a moment, and that is why he thinks this is happening, why it's all happening, why he can't be trusted, why he doesn't deserve to be happy, to be loved, no matter how differently his Mobius thought.

How easy it would be to just stay here forever, beginning now.

How easy it would be to just say what they came to him to convey and pretend that it is all real.

How easy it would be to whisper right now not a confession but a directive: I love you, Mobius, and you love me. We are happy together.

The connection breaks in a spark of dark green fireworks as Loki pulls their hands away from Mobius and steps back.

For a second, panic sparks through Loki that they broke away too quickly and he's hurt this Mobius, damaged him in some way, but Mobius' unseeing expression disintegrates into awareness again, his warm eyes gazing upon the god before him.

"Loki," Mobius says now as Loki gasps, almost having wished it to not have worked, even if it's the only way that they can think of to have any chance at getting home again. Loki takes another step back and brushes away a tear, fighting nausea.

"Hey," Mobius smiles gently, resting a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"It's okay, Loki. It's okay."

[tag-that-oc]

Can I have a ship name for my ocs Curious Kat and Rocket Science, and a separate one for Miss Lavender Lovebird and Mx. Static Frequency? Thanks!

for the first one my brain immediately screamed "rocket kat!" so maybe that one :P

also, curience maybe?

stavender or loquency c:

[lost-ends-found]

M ystery makes meditation mending

E levates eloquence evermore ending

D rives down distracting derivation

I nvents interest in inert imagination

T akes the time to traverse tension

A ssuages all abound apprehension

T ries to train the thinking trials

I mplores imperfect indigenous isles

O pens overtly opulent odes

N aturally nestles nimbler nodes

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[the-french-belphegor]

ARTHUR: “Et donc le médaillon c’est Ogma, celui qui terrasse ses ennemis par l’éloquence, et puis Anton y dit que j’en suis pas loin parce que j’en ai pas mal, et même qu’il aimerait bien en placer une de temps en temps.”

PERCEVAL: “Il est vachement impressionnant, en tout cas, votre truc. Dites, ça marche sur les dragons, vos loquences ?”

Le saviez-vous? Il y a 10 ans d’écart entre Alexandre Astier et Franck Pitiot, mais pas dans le sens qu’on peut s’imaginer en voyant les personnages d’Arthur et Perceval :o) D’apprendre ça, ça m’avait mis une idée en tête, et voilà le résultat. Je visais un style un peu à la Calvin et Hobbes, mais du coup, on ne reconnaît pas tellement les personnages. Ah well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[heartofliions]

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicize what partially applies to your muse.

APHRODITE . laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO . glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments.  tasting like sunshine.  healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES . armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS . keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA . discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger.armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER . soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS .drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS . the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow.flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA . resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals.plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES . devil may care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps.fingers dancing across the keys of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON . storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore.stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for DIY projects. handwriting that flows across the page.nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS . thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma.eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. highrise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

tagged by: @bladechosen ( thanks love ! this was pretty fun ! )

tagging: anyone who wants to !! 

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soul company july day 07: loquence - 지배자 (feat.the quiett, jjk & illtal)

[vincentdelaplage]

"LA PAROLE A ÉTÉ DONNÉE À L'HOMME POUR CACHER SA PENSÉE" (STENDHAL)

UNE IDÉE DE PEINTURE de RENÉ ANTOINE HOUASSE (1645-1710)- Allegorie de l'éloquence - Depuis l'Antiquité, la parole collective existait dans les forums, les agoras, les scènes de théâtre. Les héros affrontent des situations dans lesquelles les spectateurs peuvent se reconnaître. La parole cherche à produire un effet, informer, séduire, faire réagir, convaincre, émouvoir. Un avocat plaide afin de prouver l'innocence de son client, un homme politique insiste avec éloquence sur son programme pour que les électeurs votent pour lui, une actrice de théâtre lance sa tirade. Dans toutes ces circonstances, une mise en scène du discours est indispensable pour rendre efficace la parole. La parole peut aussi manipuler. Il faut donc comprendre l'intention d'une parole dans son contexte.

UNE IDÉE LITTÉRAIRE SUR STENDHAL - Propos de Talleyrand que Stendhal attribue volontairement et faussement à un jésuite. " À quoi penses-tu ? » demande-t-elle. « À rien ! » répond-il alors qu’il s’imagine avec une autre qu’il a rencontrée il y a peu. Dans la mesure où les autres n’ont pas un accès direct à nos pensées, la parole nous permet de la dissimuler. Aussi le jésuite Gabriel Malagrida a-t-il pu dire : « La parole a été donnée à l’homme pour cacher sa pensée." , propos cité par Stendhal dans le chapitre 22 de son roman, Le rouge et le noir...  Disons en un mot que le problème était de savoir s’il est possible de donner un sens à l’idée que la parole masque nécessairement la pensée qu’elle est censée exprimée. On a vu tour à tour que pour cela il fallait la concevoir comme un instrument au service de la pensée mais qui la masque nécessairement en ce que la pensée est soumise à un désir qui se cherche, puis que, quoique la pensée ne puisse pas vraiment être dissociée de la parole qui l’exprime, elle se cache dans sa fonction de persuasion. Mais comme il faut toutefois que la pensée puisse se réfléchir en quelque sorte pour pouvoir se masquer, il est apparu qu’au contraire la parole se montre comme ce par quoi nous communiquons avec les autres, c’est-à-dire partageons un univers commun où la pensée ne peut pas d’abord se dévoiler avant de pouvoir se cacher.

UNE IDÉE DE MUSIQUE HANDEL - Messiah - "Behold, a virgin shall conceive" ("Voici, une vierge qui concevra") https://youtu.be/DCrL-Pbd5iE - Oratorio en trois parties sur un livret issu de la Bible, compilé par Charles Jennens. La première partie qui traite des prophéties annonçant la venue du Messie, de la Nativité et du ministère du Christ, est introduite par une ouverture à la française. La deuxième partie fondée sur les Lamentations de Jérémie et les Psaumes, retrace la Passion et la Résurrection ; elle laisse davantage de place au choeur. Plus courte que les deux premières, la troisième partie est une réflexion sur le rôle rédempteur du Christ, conduite à partir des textes de Saint-Paul. Créé au Music Hall de Dublin le 13 avril 1742 - numéro de catalogue HWV 56.  

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Laisser un avocat gérer les contentieux

Les gens l’oublient souvent, mais le métier d’avocat est surtout basé sur le fait de mettre la compétence juridique ainsi que l’éloquence de ce dernier au service des gens qui en ont fait la demande ou ont besoin d’une assistance pour ce qui est de défendre leur cause en justice. Il est donc norm... - Newzy Executive - Magazine de l'actualité

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