#Emotional intensity

[aventurineswife]

The Greatest Fear

The soft hum of the universe filled the silence between you and Blade, a haunting quiet that contrasted with the storm swirling within him. His piercing eyes flickered toward you, betraying a rare vulnerability, something more than the weapon he so desperately clung to. He had never been one for words, but in moments like these, his gaze said more than any confession ever could.

You knew of his past—the pain that had warped his soul, the eternal torment he had endured, the twisted dance between destruction and immortality. You’d seen him in battle, fierce and unyielding, the embodiment of a broken weapon. But here, in this moment, there was something different. Something more fragile.

"My own death does not frighten me," Blade murmured, his voice as cold as the blade he wielded, yet laced with an underlying sorrow. He stood beside you, the weight of his cracked sword resting on the ground, as though it too had grown weary. His gloved right hand hovered by his side, the bandages wrapped around his body like the remnants of a shattered existence.

You turned to face him, heart pounding as the words hung between you, thick with the weight of their meaning. The tension in the air was palpable, but it wasn’t the kind of tension that accompanied a fight. This was different—raw, unspoken, a confession hidden within the silence. Your breath caught in your throat.

"But yours?" Blade's voice wavered, just slightly, betraying a crack in his otherwise stoic facade. "Oh, that is my greatest, deepest fear."

A chill ran down your spine, his words wrapping around you like chains. The intensity in his eyes was like fire, but there was no warmth to it. It was the heat of a man who had lost everything, who had seen his world collapse, and who now stood on the precipice of his own existence.

He took a step closer, his towering presence looming over you, his breath steady but heavy. "I have lived through countless battles, countless deaths—mine and others. But the thought of losing you... it would break me."

The vulnerability in his voice, the rare admission of fear, struck you deeper than any sword could. You reached out, hesitantly placing a hand on his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath the bandages. Blade didn’t pull away. He never did, but this time, there was something different. Something fragile in the way he stood there, unmoving.

"I won’t leave you," you whispered, the promise hanging in the air like a vow. "I’m not afraid of death. But I’m not ready to face it without you."

Blade’s eyes softened, just for a moment. The fire in them dimmed, replaced with something like relief, though it was fleeting. He placed his hand over yours, his touch cool against your skin but oddly comforting, as if grounding him in a world that had long since ceased to make sense.

"You are my greatest strength," he said, his voice a low rasp, a near whisper as he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "And my greatest fear."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Blade, the master swordsman, the embodiment of destruction, was not afraid of his own death. He was afraid of losing you. And that made him more human than any immortal ever should be.

You didn’t speak again. Words weren’t needed. You simply stayed there, together in the silence, as if the universe itself had paused, giving you both a moment to hold onto something you couldn’t quite grasp—something fragile, but worth protecting.

[Original idea]

[yanderejustforyou]

Burning Ice

notes: you already know babygirl inspired

The sun was setting outside the glass windows of your penthouse, but it was the cold inside the room that made your skin prickle. The space was sleek, modern, but it was the man sitting across from you that seemed to command it. Todoroki Shoto. Half ice, half flame. And, somehow, both were present in the quiet air between you two.

You had known Todoroki for years now. His quiet, reserved nature was a constant, yet there was a wildness to him that you had always noticed, just beneath the surface. Something that burned, something that could melt everything in its path.

Todoroki sat opposite you, his legs casually spread, leaning back in the leather chair. His mismatched eyes studied you with the precision of someone who knew exactly what to expect, and yet was always watching for any sign of weakness. His presence, like his quirk, was both soothing and dangerous. You felt it in the way the room shifted when he was near.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” Todoroki said, his voice low, almost too casual, but there was something in his tone that made the words feel like a challenge.

You couldn’t help the slight frown that tugged at your lips. “I’m fine,” you said, dismissing his observation. But he wasn’t fooled. He never was.

“I’m not sure you are,” Todoroki replied, his gaze unwavering, like a predator sizing up its prey. The way his icy half shimmered, contrasted with the fire in his eyes, unsettled you, but you couldn’t look away.

“Stop playing games, Todoroki,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind your words. It felt like he always had this ability to make you feel... small, vulnerable, without even trying.

His lips curled into the faintest smile, and you knew he’d heard the unspoken challenge in your words.

“I’m not playing any games,” he said, his voice just a little colder now. “But you are.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His gaze flickered down to your hands on the table, fingers curling slightly, a sign of your tension. He leaned forward, his tone changing ever so slightly, becoming more deliberate, more... controlled.

“You’ve been trying to control everything, [Y/N],” Todoroki said, each word deliberate, calculated. “But we both know you can’t always be in control.”

You wanted to snap back at him, to regain the upper hand. But there was something in his gaze that made it hard to form the words. Todoroki wasn’t like the others you’d dealt with. He wasn’t interested in petty arguments or challenges. He was interested in you, in breaking down the walls you built around yourself, in stripping you bare—not physically, but emotionally, mentally.

Todoroki’s eyes never left yours, and with each passing second, you could feel the weight of his gaze pushing you down, forcing you to acknowledge something deep inside yourself that you didn’t want to admit.

“You can’t always be the one in charge, you know,” Todoroki repeated, his tone even more pointed now. “It’s okay to let someone else take the reins every once in a while.”

There was a long silence, but it was thick, filled with the tension you could no longer ignore. He was testing you. Pushing you to see just how much control you really had over yourself.

You took a slow breath, trying to maintain your composure. “I don’t need you to tell me how to run my life, Todoroki,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but there was a tremor in it that you couldn’t hide.

Todoroki’s lips curled into a sly smile, and he slowly stood from his chair, walking toward you with a confident, almost predatory grace. “I think you do,” he said softly, the words brushing against your ear as he leaned down to get closer. “I think you need someone who isn’t afraid to take control. Someone who can make you feel things you’d rather ignore.”

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice like fire. You could feel your pulse quicken, the space between you two narrowing until there was barely any room for air.

“I’ve been watching you,” Todoroki murmured. “I’ve been watching you control everything. Everyone. But you can’t control me, [Y/N]. Not in the way you think. Not in this.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Something in the way Todoroki said it made you feel like you were being slowly, methodically undressed—emotionally, mentally. It wasn’t his quirk that had the power to freeze you; it was the way he saw right through you, saw the cracks in your walls, and didn’t flinch.

“I could break you,” Todoroki said, his voice calm, yet laden with an unmistakable edge of something darker. “But I won’t. Not if you want to fight it.” He paused, watching you with a gaze that made your skin flush despite yourself. “But if you do want to fight it, it’s going to hurt.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t a conversation anymore—it was a challenge. A challenge that you didn’t want to back down from, but you knew the consequences. Todoroki didn’t play by the rules, and you had to admit, you didn’t want him to.

Instead of backing away, you leaned forward slightly, your eyes locking with his, defiance flickering in the depths of your gaze. You weren’t about to let him control you—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t need your approval,” you said, but even as the words left your lips, you felt a part of you that wanted to take them back. Wanted to feel what it was like to be undone, to have him break down the fortress you’d spent so long building.

Todoroki didn’t respond right away. Instead, his fingers brushed the side of your cheek, a soft touch that contrasted with the weight of his presence. “No,” he said quietly, his voice somehow both tender and harsh at once. “You need to let go, [Y/N]. You need this.”

You wanted to argue, to fight back. But the truth was, you were already unraveling.

“I think you’re already halfway there,” Todoroki said, his smile returning, predatory and confident. “You just don’t know it yet.”

It was a slow, gradual thing. First, his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers gentle, but firm. The pressure was enough to make you swallow, your breath uneven as your body betrayed you.

“Relax,” Todoroki murmured, the command so simple, yet so intense that you had no choice but to obey. Your body went limp in his grip, the fight within you fading, piece by piece.

“You’ve been holding everything in for so long,” he continued, his voice now smooth and even. “It’s time you let someone else take care of it. Time you let someone else control it.”

You wanted to resist. You wanted to fight it. But as his fingers tightened just slightly on the back of your neck, you realized that you didn’t want to fight it. You wanted to feel everything he was offering, to be caught in the fire and ice that was Todoroki.

Todoroki’s grip on you shifted, pulling you closer, forcing you to face him fully. His eyes bore into you with a mixture of fire and cold, as if daring you to admit what you already knew.

“You’re mine, [Y/N],” Todoroki whispered. “And you’ll learn to like it.”

And in that moment, you knew he was right.

[matchstique]

Another dtyis entry! I am not sure if they are on here, but they are @/oddingly_jpeg on twt!

An intense release of emotions

[blueheartbookclub]

"Whispers from Antiquity: An Intimate Journey with 'The Poems of Sappho' by John Myers O'Hara"

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is a delicate and captivating rendition that brings the ethereal verses of the ancient Greek poet into the hands of contemporary readers. This interpretative journey into Sappho's lyrical world is a testament to O'Hara's mastery of language and his commitment to preserving the essence of Sappho's poetic genius. As one delves into the pages of this collection, the poet's voice echoes through the ages, transcending time and cultural barriers.

The title itself, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English,' hints at O'Hara's approach to translating the works of this enigmatic poet. Rather than a literal translation, O'Hara offers an interpretation that seeks to capture the emotional depth, sensuality, and nuances of Sappho's verses. The result is a collection that resonates with the modern reader while maintaining the spirit of Sappho's ancient lyricism.

Sappho, known for her evocative poetry centered around themes of love, desire, and the complexities of human emotion, finds a sympathetic interpreter in O'Hara. The translator skillfully navigates the challenges of capturing the subtle nuances and cultural contexts of Sappho's work, presenting readers with a collection that feels both authentic and accessible. The emotional intensity and intimacy of Sappho's poetry are preserved, allowing contemporary audiences to connect with the poet's timeless expressions of love and longing.

O'Hara's introduction provides valuable insights into Sappho's life, historical context, and the challenges inherent in translating her work. This contextualization enhances the reader's appreciation for the significance of Sappho as a pioneering voice in ancient Greek literature and elevates the collection beyond a mere compilation of verses. O'Hara's dedication to presenting Sappho in a holistic manner, beyond the stereotypical depiction of her as a love poet, adds depth to the reader's understanding of this influential figure.

The poet's exploration of themes such as the fleeting nature of beauty, the ecstasy of love, and the yearning for connection is as relevant today as it was in ancient times. O'Hara's translation not only preserves the historical and cultural richness of Sappho's work but also invites readers to contemplate the universal aspects of the human experience that transcend temporal and linguistic boundaries.

In conclusion, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English' by John Myers O'Hara is a mesmerizing exploration of one of antiquity's most celebrated poets. O'Hara's careful balancing act between fidelity to the original and a contemporary sensibility results in a collection that feels fresh, emotionally resonant, and true to the spirit of Sappho's lyrical artistry. This interpretative rendition serves as a bridge between ancient wisdom and modern sensibilities, inviting readers to savor the poetic whispers that have endured across centuries.

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 125

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[90smisaki]

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[paradoxical-plutonian]

"Like a child in a temper tantrum, I wanted to threaten God with my own self-harm. I wanted to say, “I’ll do it if you don’t stop this pain! I will!” Deep down, I was a powerless child using any bargaining chip I had available to me. It was illogical but I didn’t care. I knew that God did not intend to bargain with me, that the only person facing the consequences of my actions would be myself."

June 22, 2023

[blueheartbooks]

"Whispers from Antiquity: An Intimate Journey with 'The Poems of Sappho' by John Myers O'Hara"

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is a delicate and captivating rendition that brings the ethereal verses of the ancient Greek poet into the hands of contemporary readers. This interpretative journey into Sappho's lyrical world is a testament to O'Hara's mastery of language and his commitment to preserving the essence of Sappho's poetic genius. As one delves into the pages of this collection, the poet's voice echoes through the ages, transcending time and cultural barriers.

The title itself, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English,' hints at O'Hara's approach to translating the works of this enigmatic poet. Rather than a literal translation, O'Hara offers an interpretation that seeks to capture the emotional depth, sensuality, and nuances of Sappho's verses. The result is a collection that resonates with the modern reader while maintaining the spirit of Sappho's ancient lyricism.

Sappho, known for her evocative poetry centered around themes of love, desire, and the complexities of human emotion, finds a sympathetic interpreter in O'Hara. The translator skillfully navigates the challenges of capturing the subtle nuances and cultural contexts of Sappho's work, presenting readers with a collection that feels both authentic and accessible. The emotional intensity and intimacy of Sappho's poetry are preserved, allowing contemporary audiences to connect with the poet's timeless expressions of love and longing.

O'Hara's introduction provides valuable insights into Sappho's life, historical context, and the challenges inherent in translating her work. This contextualization enhances the reader's appreciation for the significance of Sappho as a pioneering voice in ancient Greek literature and elevates the collection beyond a mere compilation of verses. O'Hara's dedication to presenting Sappho in a holistic manner, beyond the stereotypical depiction of her as a love poet, adds depth to the reader's understanding of this influential figure.

The poet's exploration of themes such as the fleeting nature of beauty, the ecstasy of love, and the yearning for connection is as relevant today as it was in ancient times. O'Hara's translation not only preserves the historical and cultural richness of Sappho's work but also invites readers to contemplate the universal aspects of the human experience that transcend temporal and linguistic boundaries.

In conclusion, 'The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretative Rendition into English' by John Myers O'Hara is a mesmerizing exploration of one of antiquity's most celebrated poets. O'Hara's careful balancing act between fidelity to the original and a contemporary sensibility results in a collection that feels fresh, emotionally resonant, and true to the spirit of Sappho's lyrical artistry. This interpretative rendition serves as a bridge between ancient wisdom and modern sensibilities, inviting readers to savor the poetic whispers that have endured across centuries.

John Myers O'Hara's translation of 'The Poems of Sappho' is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 125

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[euesworld]

"You look happy, then I'll tell you, you don't look pretty today at all, you are pretty beautiful.."

Hahahaha.. you started to frown but then you smiled, that was my plan *rubs hands together with an evil look on my face* - eUë

[hinamie]

morning glory

[unavernales]

a little more information regarding the maui wildfires:

medical workers on the ground are describing finding hundreds of bodies. the current death toll in the media is, unfortunately, only a fraction of the reality

hospital workers are describing injuries and trauma as if survivors had come out of a warzone

thousands are still missing

an apartment complex for the elderly was lost. not everyone could get out. people were saying goodbye to loved ones over the phone

people who did get out of lahaina were leaving with ashes covering their faces and nothing but the clothes on their backs. people are losing everything.

hotels are still operating. hotels are still operating. they are not the ones offering shelters or housing or food. even bowling alleys are offering shelter, but hotels have the audacity to build on burial sites but not open their doors to local families who have lost everything.

donate to maui united way, the maui food bank, mutual aid, and maui humane society

[marshfeldman31]

Four Goblins Hiding Behind a Rock

Peering over the jagged rocks, the quartet of goblins—each with a countenance twisted in a mix of fear and anger—are unmistakably in the throes of a dire situation. One might surmise they're hiding from an encroaching peril, perhaps the thunderous steps of a wandering giant whose shadow looms as ominously as a storm cloud over their sanctuary. Their eyes, wide with trepidation, tell tales of close encounters with creatures much larger than themselves, encounters in which they were not the hunters, but the hunted.

Alternatively, the fury etched upon their faces could be born of an intrusion, a violation of their sacred grounds by audacious adventurers or plundering bandits. These goblins, known to be fiercely territorial, may well be plotting a defense of their home, their anger fueled by the audacity of uninvited guests.

In the end, whether it's a beast of legend or the all-too-familiar greed of man, these goblins find themselves bound by a common cause: survival. Their expressions are the masks worn by those who live on the edge of a knife, where fear keeps you sharp, and anger keeps you alive.

[helenwhiteart-blog]

History of a health burnout; what the past can teach me now

When I look back at the time when health utterly crashed, back in 2004-06, its like witnessing a slow-motion tumble from a cliff edge accompanied by the considerable rock-fall of cascading health issues that accompanied me as I fell. I’ve been reminded of that time lately because just so many of the symptoms I have been getting since covid are similar to those I was experiencing at the time and…

[wickedzeevyln]

Angels are Allowed to Feel Broken Too

This poem expresses the anguish of witnessing a loved one's self-destructive path while remaining steadfast in their devotion.

Their heart aches seeing you like this. They would clip off their wings if they could to be with you, but you would rather lay in the dirt, and you take the love they for you as breaths on a window, fleeting and ethereal, but they have to stand firm in case you recognize the need to reach out for them to help you on your feet.   They ghost their sleep, They sit there patiently wishing they…

[theeroticlover]

You are mine !!!!

[blueheartbookclub]

Unraveling Destiny in "Rhesus: The Athenian Drama"

Euripides, through his timeless masterpiece "Rhesus," offers a captivating exploration of fate, war, and the intricate threads that weave through the human experience. In this poignant Athenian drama, translated with masterful clarity by Gilbert Murray, the audience is drawn into the depths of the Trojan War's aftermath, where the shadows of destiny loom large.

The play unfolds against the backdrop of the Trojan camp after the departure of Hector and the Trojans for the night. Rhesus, the Thracian king and ally of the Trojans, is introduced, bringing an element of prophecy and foreboding to the narrative. Murray's translation impeccably captures the nuances of Euripides' language, allowing readers to delve into the psychological intricacies of the characters.

The central theme revolves around the inevitability of destiny and the futility of attempting to alter predetermined outcomes. As Rhesus grapples with his own foretold demise, the audience is compelled to ponder the broader implications of predetermination in the grand tapestry of life. Murray's translation preserves the tension and suspense as the characters confront their destinies, creating a narrative rhythm that resonates with both intellectual depth and emotional intensity.

Euripides, known for his nuanced characterization, breathes life into the players of this ancient drama. Through Murray's translation, the motivations, fears, and aspirations of the characters become palpable, forging a connection between the audience and the timeless struggles of humanity.

"Rhesus" is not merely a recounting of events but an exploration of the human condition. The play challenges conventional notions of heroism, inviting the audience to question the very essence of fate and the impact of one's choices on the unfolding of destiny. Murray's translation enhances the accessibility of these profound philosophical inquiries, making them as relevant today as they were in ancient Athens.

In conclusion, "Rhesus: The Athenian Drama" stands as a testament to Euripides' narrative genius and Gilbert Murray's linguistic prowess. This translation not only preserves the integrity of the original text but also presents it in a manner that resonates with contemporary readers. The exploration of destiny, war, and the human psyche makes "Rhesus" a compelling read, leaving an indelible mark on those who embark on this journey through the annals of Athenian drama.

"Rhesus," of Euripides skillfully translated by Gilbert Murray is available in Amazon in paperback 10.99$ and hardcover 18.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 112

Language: English

Rating: 9/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[90smisaki]

cheesecake