#Poetic nonsense: IC

[modernmonsterrp]

Sweetie, Phe, loving someone isn't a contest. Even if it were, Pappy would easily win

Orpheus expression twitches. There's the knee-jerk reaction of not wanting to lose at anything and the rush of confusion because who was speaking about love?

Did... Pappy love him? That seemed absurd, but if it were true, Pappy was indeed already winning.

He had much to think about.

"Get out of my office."

[fellspringrp]

Lucky, what do you think of your brother's pet?

"Hey buddy,"

Lucky jerks a thumb to @modernmonsterrp

"my office has changed."

He shrugs and his eye-lights turn purple.

"As for your question... From a meta standpoint I think he bit off more than he can chew."

His eye-lights flick back to red and he lifts a hand wiggling it back and forth.

"More down to earth, I gotta say, I ain't seen much of the guy. Doesn't seem like a cold hearted bitch like his ex though, so he's got that going for him."

[kasagia]

Second Waltz

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x fem! inferni! reader Summary: For the Winter Fete, you were supposed to waltz with your friend the tidemaker and at the same time use your Grishas' power to entertain the king, queen and all the other self-righteous nobles. In your wildest dreams, you wouldn't have thought you'd end up dancing with General Kirigan... Nonsense from me: So I saw the post of @angellovelyasfck and got inspired... Warning(s): Darkling is a simp for reader; nobody knows why; he is so in love; matching kefta; author have no idea about dancing, but try to write about it; the reader is afraid of him but drawn to him, like a moth to the fire; Aleksander is a mastermind; Words count: 3,2k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

You looked like a real lady.

If Grishas could be ladies-in-waiting, be respected in Ravka, and have a position of nobility, then women would probably wear such dresses.

You didn't like parties organised by the royal family… well… except for the possibility of eating sweets prepared by royal chefs. It was the only thing that made up for the fact that you and the other Grishas were entertaining the king and his people.

Your powers were displayed as an attraction, a means of entertainment, and while some of you enjoyed the attention they were receiving at the time, others equally abhorred the idea of entertaining Otkazat'sya.

The winter fete was supposed to be like any other for you. You'll put on your festive kefta, sip a sneak peek of champagne, and munch on sweets with your friends.

But it wasn't supposed to be. Because someone figured out that the inferni and the tidemaker will waltz this year using their powers at the same time. Something about a poetic combination of opposites that unite in dance.

Because of this, you stood in the Grand Palace ballroom, looking anxiously around the room as you straightened your dress.

"Nervous?" a soft voice came from behind you. You turned around, sighing in relief, when you saw Genya.

"A little." you admit, calming down as she runs her hand through your hair and smooths the strands of your hair that have managed to come out of the updo she made for you. "I'm a soldier, not a dancer or lady."

Genya giggles. "In this dress, many would disagree with you. You look beautiful even without my touch-ups."

You are blushing. She made sure that you looked… just not like you tonight.

Genya has outdone herself. The dress was blue, sleeveless and strapless, and it went all the way down to the floor. In combination with a blue coat imitating an inferni kefta and a golden belt engraved with the symbol of the Second Army, you looked phenomenal.

Like a Grishas' princess...

"You're only saying this, because you are the one who made that dress."

"Well, it's very obvious." she teases you and taps you lightly on the shoulder. You both giggle, amused.

Suddenly, a ball of fire flashes between you. It misses your head by only a few inches. You wrinkle your nose and send the inferni who shot you a fireball an angry glare. Nobody does anything about it, the fire show continues as if nothing happened.

"What was that?" Genya asks, seeing your exchange of glances with the woman.

"Inferni affairs. Warkov is sent to go through the fold again. She resents that I haven't been there yet, and she's already gone four times. It's not my fault that the general has an aversion to me for some reason, and instead of using my powers in a good way, I have to do… this." you say in disgust, pointing at the dress. You clench your fists at your sides. "I can do more, Genya. I could help our people in fighting or in a battle… but instead, I'm stuck in this damn palace making playthings for the nobility." you add more quietly, making sure only she can hear you.

Genya sighs, looking at you. She strokes your cheek with her thumb, where you have a bit of icing from the cookie you ate earlier.

"I know what you mean. Trust me." you give her a sad look and squeeze her hand. She gives you a small smile. " But believe me… the general has his reasons for keeping you here." before you can say anything to respond or even ask what she means, you see her waving her hand, calling someone. David joins you, smiling at you two. You watch with interest as he steals glances at Genya. "Speaking of the general… there's been a slight change of plans."

"What? What do you mean?" you ask, confused, as you look from one to the other. You tense up at the mere mention of the general.

Suddenly the blue of your dress gives way to a deep, terrifying black. Only General Kirigan could wear this colour, as the only Shadow summoner, Darkling, descended from the Black Heretic. Panicked, you shift your gaze between Genya and David, hoping that this sudden change of colour won't bring you anyone's attention.

"Nya, Dav… it's black. Why did you turn it into black?" you become more and more uneasy when people around you notice the colour you wear.

It's official. General Kirigan will throw you to the volcras for such a disrespectful act.

"Your tidemaker friend was sent on... an important mission." David explains the sudden change of plans.

"What? But we were supposed to dance..." you say, surprised, but Genya cuts you off before you start panicking more about the absence of your friend, with whom you've been practicing this damn waltz and fire and water choreography for months.

"You will dance with the general."

After the red-haired girl utters this sentence, there is a long silence on your part, interrupted by the sounds of other inferni summoning fire. You freeze, completely shocked, refusing to believe that Genya meant what she said. It will be a pure disaster.

"No." you say, shaking your head.

Waltzing with a black general who, for some reason, doesn't recognise your presence in his army wasn't on your to-do list. Not today or ever. You feared this man more than anyone. And whatever you did to him to make him disapprove of your existence and the amount of power that lies dormant within you, you didn't want to be near him to test him even more and risk making him angry.

"Y/N." a woman snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Genya, please no. He hates me. I don't know why, but because of him, I can't do anything useful with my power. I'll step on his toes, and he'll hate me even more. He would kick me out of the Little Palace, and our evenings in the palace kitchen and secret chocolate snacking would be over."

"You eat chocolate without me?" asks a surprised and hurt David, oblivious to the growing panic and desperation inside of you. You can't dance with the general. This will end terribly.

"I'm going with you to stargaze outside the palace grounds. There's one one, David. Which doesn't change the fact that my death is imminent and none of you want to help me."

"For the love of the saints, Y/N, general won't kill you. It is just a dance. Put a smile on your face and try your best, I know you can do it and control yourself."

"What if I set him on fire? Saints, they will hang me for killing the only living Darkling."

"You were right; she is worse than me." David whispers, not quite subtly, to Genya while you're still panicking. You stop and look at him indignantly before answering in complete seriousness.

"I've heard that."

"Good. Now don't panic, the general is coming here." Genya takes David's arm and they run away from you, both discussing something lively.

However, before your brain processes the information and reacts defensively, by running away from where you are standing (preferably to the palace kitchen), you feel his presence behind you.

"Miss Y/L/N." you shiver when you hear his deep voice behind you.

"General." you reply in an unemotional military tone and turn to him after you swallow and calm down a bit.

"I see you already know about... a little change of plans." he says, nodding at your outfit. Only now are you painfully aware that you are facing the Black General, wearing his colors. May the saints receive your poor soul. "Genya and David did wonderful work." he adds. You have a bit of trouble swallowing and keeping your voice steady, but you finally manage to reassure yourself for a moment that you can at least pretend to be cool to the general.

"I... thank you, general... that's all their work." you say, trying to justify your appearance—wearing his colours when he's the only one who can wear them. However... he doesn't seem angry or crazy... and if you were dumber, you'd think he appreciates how good you look in black.

His dark eyes watch you carefully from top to bottom. You feel strange under his watchful gaze, unable to read any emotion from his face. He lingers a little longer on your body before meeting your eyes again.

"Shall we?" he asks, offering you his arm like a true gentleman. You dare not refuse him, so you nod your head and try to control the trembling of your hands as you slip your hand into the crook of his elbow. He leads you both further into the centre of the ballroom. You may notice that the infernis' show is about to end. "You will do everything as in rehearsals. I'll adjust my shadows to your fire to make it look as coherent as possible."

"Yes, general." you nod to him, having no idea how he wants to combine your fire and his shadows. But you have other problems on your mind now.

Like the hateful glare from Warkov. She's brave enough to 'accidentally' send another small fireball your way. Only your quick reflexes keep you from getting burned. The general looks at you, intrigued. But you pay no attention to him, too busy fighting to look at the inferni who hates you. The Darkling notices this and looks at the woman carefully. And if you looked at him, you'd see him nod to Ivan in Warkov's direction with a clear sign of investigating the matter between the two of you.

Inferni show ends. Your heart is beating like crazy with stress, knowing that now you will have to dance with the general. The darkling gives you a half-smile at your nervousness and grabs your hand as you both head to the center. He stands in front of you and, without letting go of your hand, says:

"We can find a light in the darkness… but not only from the sun or moon. But from something that we have around us that is as dangerous and unpredictable as it is beautiful and mesmerizing. Light isn't the only thing that dispels darkness. It is also the fire."

And with this, he joined hands, plunging the ballroom into complete darkness. The orchestra begins to play the melody you know, to which you have spent bloody hours learning the steps and memorising the moments when you are supposed to summon fire.

Only this time, it's not just going through the steps. No. This time, you feel something. Strange electricity as the general puts his hand on your waist and grabs your hand, pulling you closer than necessary. You begin to move around the room.

You light up the two of you with your fire, making you the only people visible in the dark room. And for some strange reason, you can't take your eyes off the general's dark irises, which stare at you as if they want to pierce your soul. His eyes glow from the flames of fire you let out, making it even harder to look away from him.

At one point, he takes away his shadows. The two of you are in full view, as is the crowd around you, but all you can look at is each other. His shadows travel with your fire, enhancing its brilliance.

You don't even notice when you start making your own modifications to the fire choreography, letting the balls and flames dance around the tiny shadows the general casts. You feel like all you can think about is a man holding you in his arms and watching you intently as if you were the only person in the whole world.

At one point, you are so overwhelmed by his gaze that you look away from him to the fire that is circling around you. You pull away from him slightly, so you don't rub against each other with every stop. You wonder why the general trusts you with enough power to dance with you so close to the fire but won't let you leave the walls of the Little Palace.

His hand on your waist pushes you gently back towards him, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn your surprised look towards him.

"I don't bite, little flame… not unasked." he takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear. It takes your breath away for a moment. You wonder what the hell happened to him.

For the first time, you enjoy the hot fire around you… at least it's a way to explain to people why you blush lightly in his arms.

He spins you around, and as you land in his arms again, you notice that the colour of his kefta has changed with the heat of your fire. The black threads that decorate his kefta turn red. Your jaw would drop if you were alone.

You feel his hands on you more and more, despite how much material you have on you. The intensity of his gaze warms you more than the flames that dance with you around the two of you.

You don't know why his presence affects you so much. You don't know where the fear you felt before has gone. All you can do is let him guide you as he holds you securely in his arms and draws you close to him. Looking into his dark eyes makes all thoughts in your head disappear. It's just you and him.

And only the saints know how you manage to keep summoning fire without burning the two of you.

To your relief, the waltz comes to an end. However, instead of letting go of your waist and grabbing your hand to turn you around, Kirgan lets go of your hand. He lifts you with one arm around your waist and spins you around, keeping you close to him.

You melt in his arms. If you didn't know what it was about the attention he gave you before, you were completely lost now, feeling his strong muscles all around you. Your heart was beating like wildfire, and your cheeks were even hotter.

And a careful observer would have noticed how your fire got fed off by the general's sudden movement. And Kirigan was a very careful observer. So he gave you a quick, cheeky, smug smirk.

Your behaviour did not escape Genya and Fedyor. They looked at each other knowingly and whispered something conspiratorially to each other before Ivan hushed them.

Kirigan has put you safely on the ground. Flames and shadows disappeared around you. People started clapping. You were about to run from the middle of the room when a strong grip on your hand stopped you. The general leaned over and kissed your hand, not taking his eyes from you for even a moment.

You hold your breath and blush even more. His beard gently tickles your hand. The general's lips gently caress your skin, and you can't help but imagine how they would feel somewhere else...

The general reluctantly releases your hand and strokes it with his thumb. "I'm looking forward to the next dance, little flame." he whispers, so only you can hear him.

He releases your hand and walks away from you. You suddenly miss his closeness and the intoxicating scent of his perfume… but you're not distracted enough to sneak out of the ballroom at the first chance you get.

Your hand burns pleasantly where his mouth was a moment ago. And for the first time since you arrived at the Little Palace, you're looking forward to the next winter fete.

You went to the balcony to get some rest. The cool night air hits your skin. You lean against the railing and stare at the ground in front of you. You have a perfect view of the Little Palace from here.

You close your eyes and enjoy the night air. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. And loud footsteps make you realize that the general is specifically alerting you to his presence. You know if he wanted to, he'd sneak up on you silently.

You turn around and lean against the railing. "General." your soft whisper echoes across the balcony so clearly that the loud music doesn't prevent him from hearing you.

"Captain Y/L/N." he replies, taking a step towards you. He is standing next to you, looking at the terrain in front of you. "You are a good dancer." he praises you without looking at you.

"Thank you, General, but you were the one who mainly led our dance."

"Then let me appreciate that you never stepped on my toes. Believe me, it's a great feat; I've danced too many times not to know it." you can't help but giggle at his words. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you. He turns to you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "The way you manipulate fire... how you guide it, create shapes, and intensify the flame at will... few can do what you do. Rarely do I see such self-awareness and composure in an Inferni."

"However, I am not fit enough to use my powers anywhere other than within the walls of the Palace." you say before you can think it over. You're biting your tongue too late. Now all you can do is watch him, hoping he won't punish you for making such a bold accusation against him.

"You must forgive me, little flame… it's all my selfishness." he says tenderly, completely confusing you.

"What?"

"Let me show you." he says, and before you can ask anything else, he leans in and kisses you.

His hand on your cheek and lips, which caresses yours so tenderly, warms you better than any fire you could summon. You lean into his touch and feel yourself melting with every tactical, combined movement of his mouth and hand. You could control the flames… but he could do much more than just control the shadows. He played you perfectly.

At the moment, you were enjoying it more than you were worried.

Much to your displeasure, he moved away from you. He stroked your cheek with his thumb and whispered. "I can't wait to dance with you again." he licked his lips, looking at your own. His gaze came back to your eyes. "You look lovely in black, by the way." he adds, before wishing you good night and walking away like nothing happened.

Of course, before he left the balcony door, he gave you one last mischievous look. And standing there, warm from his kiss alone, with red cheeks and tingling lips, you knew he did it on purpose... that he made you want more.

The next day, you are forced to wear your blue kefta again. You would never think that wearing his colours would be so pleasant. Neither that the inferni who hated you and rebelled other people against you will be permanently moved to Kribirsk... or that you'll wake up in a room filled with your favourite flowers and an invitation to dinner with the general.

Maybe the waltzes weren't so bad after all.

[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Angel Shows You His Poetry

(A/N: I head cannon Angel as being a fan of poetry, and writes some of his own in his spare time. Originally this was gonna be a little huskerdust oneshot, but after a very stressful 10 minutes I concluded that I did not know how to write for Husk. So until I figure him out, I turned this into a Scenario. I kept it pretty neutral, so feel free to interpret your relationship with him as romantic or platonic) ⚠WARNING, WARNING⚠ It's sort of angsty? KInd of? I dunno, i'm warning you anyway just in case

"Hey, what's this?"

You carefully pick up the pink binder filled to the brim with paper from off of the floor, the words "poetic shit" written in the center in swirly black lettering. "Oh hey, how'd that get out here? Nugs must have been messing around under my bed and pushed it out." As if on que, Fat Nuggets wiggles himself out from underneath Angel's bed, sniffing slightly as he waddles over to him. "What is it?" You flip it open for only a second before Angel pulls it out of your hands, tossing it onto his pillow nonchalantly as he sits down on his bed, Fat Nuggets cradled in his lower set of arms, already fast asleep. "Nothing nothing, just some like joke poetry nonsense I write sometimes whenever I'm feeling bored." You had never really taken Angel as the artistic type. It wasn't totally unbelievable, but it was kind of hard to picture. And out of all the things... Poetry? It was intriguing to say the least. "Can I see them?" Angel gave you a look. He was hesitant. Nervous even. But he quickly covered it up with a smirk as he grabbed the binder and flipped it open, pulling out a small handful of pages. "Of course! Here's some of my best work. It's some real Shakespearean stuff, believe me~." There was something tucked away beneath the surface of his expression. Something you couldn't quite place. You wanted to prod, but you decided against it. Maybe it's nothing.

The poems he showed you were about what you expected. It was basically the typical sex jokes he'd tell usually, only now they rhymed and were in glittery pink cursive writing. So why were you still disappointed? It was Angel. What did you expect? But still... You had a feeling there was more to it. More to him. "Oink!" Fat Nuggets poked his head up from Angel's arms, squirming further against him as he attempted to press his nose against the hand Angel was using to hold one side of the binder. "Ahaha! Nugs! Come on little fella, cut that out, eheha!" A page from the binder came loose as Angel lifted it up in order to get it away from Fat Nuggets curious snout, falling face-up in front of your feet. As you lean down to pick it up, you quickly notice that the page is older than the others you read, based off the slight yellow tinge and tears at the corners. "Woah woah, hey, hold on a second-" His words don't register in your mind as you begin to smooth out the pages creases, taking notice of the complete shift of writing style. It was written in regular black pen, in print instead of cursive, was much longer than his other poems, and it didn't rhyme. And as you carefully scanned the words on the page, you find yourself getting lost in the literature before you, unaware of the way his cheeks paled as you read silently.

Hot And Cold

How does one ever survive in the cold? I may never truly know the answer Yet in spite of such, I am living in it, overtaken by the icy frost I breathe in the air that surrounds the space between us, and my chest burns My lungs filled with ice crystals, and I shiver I'm cold So very very cold I beg of you, I beg Let me feel your warmth If not only for a moment A second A fraction of that time My mind freezes over, and I forget my name Tell me what my name is Unthaw my snow covered mind Whisper warmth into my skull and melt the ice away So I may know the feeling of being alive again You hold me, and I feel warm So so so warm Too warm It burns All I ever wanted was to feel warm But who am I to deny your heat? So I dare not turn you away Burn away my skin, and consume my flesh in flames Tear away my cooked remains, and lick my bones clean Bury me in the ground, and let the earth take root in my marrow May my sullied remains be worthy enough to bear fruit That is my only use My only use The flames between us glow dimly A raging forest fire, now a mere candle, flickering in the wind I am warm I know just who I am I am real, raw, and absolute I could just about say my name My name is... The candle flame flickers and goes out You're gone I feel cold I don't know who I am I'm so cold So so cold

You were speechless. You only start to realize you're tearing up when you notice your tears dripping onto the page. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve before looking up towards Angel, his gaze locked onto you anxiously as he balled up and released his fists repeatedly. He didn't rush to take the page from you like you expected, or even tried to play it off like a joke. He just sat quietly, waiting for you to say something. Anything. You smiled softly as you held it out towards him. "This is beautiful Angel." He smiled back.

"Thank you. Just... Thank you."

[jemmo]

his man 2 ep 8 and 9 thoughts!!!! I started ranting bc a lot happened and I didn’t cover everything (ill rewatch later with my mom and sister) so ill put it under a read more, but tl;dr

POETIC CINEMA ^^^^^^^^^

there is…. so much to unpack. but let me start of with YES and YES. yes to everything about sungho and junsung’s date, and yes to everything about minsung and hyungjun’s date. and having them sandwich the date between yonghee and seonwoo shows me even more how different the vibe and interactions are, bc yonghee and seonwoo together had like this melancholy… idk how else to describe it, maybe bc seonwoo planned for this to be with sungho, but he just felt emotionally removed. I get that he might’ve felt unexpectedly weird bringing someone to where he works and those worlds clashing, but even after, it leaves me with a bad taste that yonghee was so forward and sharing and honest and when he tried to ask seonwoo something he couldn’t get a solid answer in return. the whole point of these two dating was to determine whether there was something there, and still seonwoo can’t give him anything to be certain about. and just when I felt like yonghee could start to look elsewhere, he’s tied down to these unanswered questions bc of the possibility there is something there. we’ve made no progress, and it’s frustrating.

and completely 180 to that… god. i could gush about that sungho and junsung date forever. it’s the way it felt both comfortable and familiar but also new and exciting, like they were the same people they’ve always been and didn’t let the pressure that this is a proper date effect their behaviour, and instead just let it feel exciting, let it take it’s course and see what happens, and i love that. i love that they could take nonsense and bicker and also talk about more serious things and there was never any tension. and just the closeness, the ease in each others presence, not even doing anything, just going to eat and chat and walk by the beach, like they don’t need an activity to bring them together or break the ice bc they’re past that. god it just felt so electric and soothing and I don’t know how that’s possible but I adored every second. and i cannot believe they then left us on the cliffhanger of what that voicemail is and then gave us that preview bc I don’t want to think about all the other mess, pls just let me be happy for now.

and sticking on being happy for now, minsung and hyungjun. minsung and hyungjunnnnnnnnn god it’s happening all over again. he may not be showing it as boldly as junsung did to sungho, but I know that hyungjun is down for minsung just as bad. the way he watches him and just smiles and is so endeared, god it’s sickening to watch people in love. but again, their date was so comfortable, the way you could see hyungjun trying so hard to do everything he wanted and express himself properly after being misunderstood before, and minsung being able to mess with him and tease him, like I can see them both endearing themselves to each other so well, it’s so good. and don’t even talk to me about them dozing off, don’t even talk about the list, don’t even talk about the dumb couple rings, it’s just too much I could scream. and I love love LOVE how minsung approached hyungjun after agreeing to hyungjin after refusing him, hyungjun worrying about the situation and him just saying just give me a yes or no, as to say don’t worry about others, that’s my stuff to deal with, but I’m making this decision so just respond to that, like… how good is that. minsung i adore you.

as for hyungjin and jungwook… sigh. a lot happened but i almost can’t bring myself to talk about it. the date was lovely, but the whole time my heart was breaking thinking that jungwook had planned this for yonghee, after that first date and them talking about dogs, like he really wanted to further that connection, it meant something to him, and that breaks me. and it breaks me that this misunderstanding muddies the comfort and encouragement he felt from hyungjin bc it clearly moved him, even though there’s no affection. I do appreciate hyungjin for wanting to clear that up and not have jungwook misunderstand his intent, but I just think the way hyungjin approached it, and approaches things generally, he can come off very serious mostly bc I think he does like to have things resolved, he doesn’t want to have these worries lingering, but jungwook is very chill, and I don’t think he’s offended at all by hyungjin clearing up that there’s no affection bc I don’t think he felt that either. it was very clear to him that this was friendly, so that being verbalised I don’t think hurt him, but for hyungjin to say he wouldn’t have gone on the date after the fact, I can see how that would hurt jungwook after sharing so much. it did feel like hyungjin was stepping in to something much more intimate that he wasn’t prepared for, and like he was experiencing something he shouldn’t be, like it wasn’t for him, but in the face of jungwook doing that anyway and sharing himself, yes clear up that it wasn’t with affection, but don’t then backtrack. I get that he doesn’t want to take it back and their meaning does get lost when they talk, he’s saying he wouldn’t have gone bc he didn’t want to create a situation that can be misunderstood. the mission card says invite a crush and by inviting him, that implies something so he’s saying I wouldn’t have gone with you bc I don’t feel that way. there’s good intent there, and I don’t think it is that deep, I just hope it doesn’t leave either of them feeling bad.

and finally, god I can’t believe I have to wait 2 full weeks to hear all these voicemails, but the ones we did get… wow. i was expecting hyungjin’s voicemail to be for either seonwoo or yonghee, and while I would’ve preferred yonghee bc I want someone to say those exact words to him, stop waiting around and explore other options, im also kinda glad it was for seonwoo, if only bc I want other people to play on his mind and keep him away from sungho, but then he does call him so I guess not. i mean… it’s pure opinion at this point, and I want seonwoo to keep away bc I like sungho with junsung so much, but I can’t exactly sit and complain that he’s sticking to him if he has genuine feelings, it just maddens me that I can never know what’s going on in sungho’s mind. I just know that when I hear that full voicemail of sungho to junsung next week I might cry. i mean… you’ve waited a long time??? god you know how to destroy both me and junsung. I’m just so glad junsung is actually getting these things now tho, that he has something to have faith and strength in that this isn’t all pointless. and the yonghee voicemail… I just adore him, and I can’t help feel like all his charm is wasted on seonwoo bc he is just so lovely, and I’m glad he is finding meaning and comfort in other relationships, and I’m so glad seonwoo didn’t get a voicemail from him bc it sends this ever so subtle message of he won’t go after you forever. those feelings can only be unwavering up to a point. look and sungho and junsung. idk if junsung would’ve given up if he got notbing back, but the fact he is getting signals in return gives him the faith to keep going. if seonwoo continues to not reciprocate in a meaningful way, I just need him to know that yonghee will not be there forever, and I hope that not getting a voicemail tells him that.

[adickaboutspoons]

book emoji! (sorry i'm on desktop) (also sorry for stalking your inbox today haha hope you're well, have a lovely weekend! <3)

Technically a WIP since I have about 3.5K words written about it already, but it's been sitting there for... a while now. This is another banger from the Stede Bonnet Defense Squad late night collective storytelling files, so special thanks to @nicnacsnonsense and @poetic----nonsense for bouncing around ideas on this one with me. I'm just including my bits, though I should point out nicnac was the one to first suggest Ed & CJ as fuck buddies and Papa Bonnet's cost-benefit analysis of ransoming Stede factoring in the arrangements he's been brokering with Mary's parents behind Stede's back.

AU where Young Adult Ed meets Young Adult Stede (when Stede is down daydreaming at the docks) and decides to take him hostage and convince Hornigold to hold him for ransom. Ed is in charge of guarding the prisoner while Hornigold starts the process of negotiating. Stede is chatty in the brig. Wants to know all about the kinds of knots that have been used to tie him up, and how long Ed has been at sea and how he got his start and just all sorts of things. Ed is low-key annoyed to have been given this duty and kind of gruff about it, but kind of won over eventually by Stede's enthusiasm and also is shocked that Stede kind of doesn't WANT to go back to his cushy life. And by the way he gets all quiet and sad when Ed says that Hornigold's negotiating with his dad, because he's pretty sure his father would rather start from scratch trying to produce a new heir than bother trying to get Stede back.

And just when Ed and Stede are really starting to bond, CJ shows up, and Stede is like ugh. It's hate at first sight for the two of them, sniping and bickering and abuse and the hey-hey.

Ed & CJ are fuck buddies, and, CJ, consumate reader-of-rooms can see that Stede likes Ed, and worse, that Ed likes Stede. And that in spite of his best (worst) efforst, the two of them keep growing closer and closer.

Stede is asleep at first when CJ comes to seduce Ed. Part of CJ's wheedling is because Ed tries to say they can't "because of the prisoner" and CJ says that he's gonna have to learn about the birds and the bees soon anyway if he's gonna get married (because he knows that's a sore spot for Ed, who is aware of the negotiations enough to know that a big motivator for Papa Bonnet is that he's already started brokering Stede's arranged marriage). (CJ's extra loud and obnoxious about going to town on Ed, too, so Stede can't even block it out, even closing his eyes and covering his ears.) That's the first Stede hears about anything to do with him and marriage. Stede doesn't find out it's a done deal until Ed jealously brings up Mary when Stede is trying to talk to him about how he deserves better than CJ. And Stede is not only crushed that this is the only reason his father is bothering to negotiate for him, he also thinks Ed was purposely hiding it from him and that he and CJ have been laughing at him behind his back.

Eventually negotiations wrap and Stede is supposed to go back to his father. And Stede is trying to be all stoic and dutiful, but Ed hears him crying (and berating himself for crying) when he thinks that Ed is asleep. And Ed is rowing him back, and is all "what if I didn't row you back? What if I just keep rowing? What if we run away?"

And Stede wants to, more than anything, but CJ snuck down one time when Ed was relieved of duty, and "casually" mentioned how Ed is already on thin ice with Hornigold (he's not. he's actively being groomed to take captaincy of the next ship they capture), and Hornigold just needs the slightest provocation to kill Ed in some very exciting and creatively awful ways. And he doesn't want to be the cause of bringing Hornigold's wrath down on Ed's head. So he says no.

There's an exciting third act, but I'm not the one who came up with it, so I'll just leave it there.

[crimeronan]

So I THINK I know already.. but which songs on the Princess Luz playlist are about Hunter?

i've got so many OC asks to answer but i am so slepby and i'm a sucker for music so i reply 2 this quastion instead. i don't think i actually even posted the playlist over here so here it is. that girl sure can sad. sorry for making your life suck so bad luz i swear i love you so much

anyway. u probably DO know, it's pretty obvious what songs are about hunter versus belos versus luz's self-hatred. but i will give u the names and most relevant bits of the lyrics because i FUCKIN LOVE ME A GOOD CODEPENDENCY TRAUMA SONG WITH POETIC NONSENSE LET'S GOOOO WOOOOOO

people who haven't read the main fic can glean at least some of the vibes from these snatches of lyrics probably. sorry for making everything edgy horror about sad people. i will do it again.

gun in my hand - dorothy

why did love put a knife in my heart in my bed, in my head, in my heart was it for redemption or was it for revenge? was it for the bottle? was it for the ledge? was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge?

chasing twisters - delta rae

i lost hope when i was still so young had an angel on my shoulder but the devil always won (...) feel the lives that i have taken, what little soul that i have left and oh, my God, i'll take you to the grave the only love i've ever known, the only soul i ever saved

frozen - within temptation

i can feel your sorrow, i sacrifice you won't forgive me but i know it'll be all right it tears me apart that you will never know but i have to let go tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? can't tell the reasons i did it for you

politics of love - rise against

i hear your voice in the wind it follows me, it cuts right through the noise as we spin on dance floors made of ice so rest your hand in mine steady now, ignore the sound of breaking lines the cracks beneath our feet as time runs out

heavy in your arms - florence + the machine

are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine? who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd the one who creeps in corridors and doesn't make a sound my love has concrete feet, my love is an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall

ship to wreck - florence + the machine

don't let the curtain catch you 'cause you've been here before the chair is an island, darling, you can't touch the floor and oh, my love, remind me, what was it that i said? i can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed and oh, my love, remind me, what was it that i did? did i drink too much? am i losing touch? did i build this ship to wreck?

close to heaven - breaking benjamin

hate, lost inside, i dare to dream, faithless lies caught in the web, i will face the weak within so i'll stay unforgiven and i'll keep love together and i'll be yours forever, i'll sleep close to heaven i'm coming home, i'm coming home, i'm coming home

[marley-manson]

good things about Bug Out:

- Hawkeye nervous about performing a delicate proceedure he’s never been trained in and snapping at people, always one of my favourite things

- Hawkeye freely and emphatically telling Margaret he’s terrified when she points out he’s not acting scared

- uhhhhh Hawkeye’s parasol

bad things about Bug Out:

- it’s a bad episode bront

- Potter

- “This is the US army, if we want land, we don’t buy it we take it!” with 0 condemnation from the narrative.

- the military march version of the theme complete with asian stereotype riff

- WHY does Margaret stay with Hawkeye, and why does Hawkeye only offer one token protest????????? she is useless here.

- even more emphatic WHY DOES RADAR STAY???? Hawkeye doesn’t even say a word, he’s just like ‘k cool’ when Radar says he’s staying too, wtf lol. He should be picking him up and throwing him into the nearest truck, not buying him a drink at Rosie’s. it’s so arbitrary and stupid, clearly a nonsensical plot contrivance for the sake of like, padding the 2 parter out with the bar scene

- Potter makes Klinger give up all his dresses, no reimbursement or anything, and then it turns out to be pointless in the next scene anyway

- bad attempted dramatic references to wartime rape esp when we got Rainbow Bridge to compare it to. Rainbow Bridge is good because it’s a brief acknowledgement of harsh reality that’s accepted as a risk. Hawkeye makes a quick joke that I’m fine with bc it serves as an ic expression of nervousness, then we move on. In Bug Out Margaret brings it up in a serious enough way suitable for the tone, but Hawkeye dismisses her concern for some reason, telling her “there’s no reason to be afraid,” before the conversation shifts away onto him. Then the more slapstick-y panic at the end (like this scene features Radar trying to hide behind a pole, c’mon) includes Margaret screaming about being ravaged ft a dismissive Hawkeye joke (”tell them you’re with me”), and later exaggerating the danger they were in to Frank. And it also bugs me that Margaret specifies “female prisoners” when Rainbow Bridge acknowledged male rape. It’s like it’s trying to be a serious moment to draw attention to the danger of the situation, and then falls flat on its face.

- the overall plot doesn’t really make sense? is it just a coincidence that a bug out drill turned into a bug out rumour that was denied and then turned into a real bug out? considering they bug out like twice over the course of the show that seems pretty improbable lol.

- honestly I find the humour in this episode mostly bad. more racist jokes than usual, a few homophobic moments (Potter calling some singer a sissy, BJ’s “I’m staying with you but don’t get me wrong” no homo, everyone calling Frank Alice), and an offputting tone that doesn’t successfully balance its humour and its drama imo (see that paragraph about rape up there for an example)

- oh also why tf does Klinger immediately tell Frank about the bug out thing, without even mentioning the fact that it’s just a drill? I get that Klinger can’t keep a secret, that’s a fairly consistent thing, but why immediately go to Frank and Margaret of all people? Did he intentionally want the camp in an uproar? Why, if so? If it’s a prank we should’ve had a scene where he laughs about it, but nope.

- Hawkeye parking the car to wax poetic about the MASH good lord. serves you right that it stalled out. I don’t necessarily think it’s that ooc since it wasn’t positive, just ‘we spent a lot of time here, lots of ppl died here, hmm’ but i do think it’s dumb as shit and I don’t think Hawkeye lacks that much self-preservation

- no good gay jokes either :/ literally the best we got is Hawkeye saying, “You finally realized I have a beautiful body” after Margaret says she’s staying, which is the mildest of feminizing jokes.

It’s funny honestly, I remembered disliking this episode for Potter and the pro-military flavour and the lack of decent gay jokes, but upon rewatching there are so many more aspects to hate in addition to that

[cinnamonm00n]

Skate on the Melted Ice

Chuuya x (fem)reader

Chapter II <<< Chapter III >>> Chapter IV

A Soft Place to Land

Reader P. O. V

"Don't stress so much Y/N-chan~" Dazai put a hand on my shoulder "You'll be just fine, trust me!"

Like hell I will, Dazai...

Walking beside Dazai after practice, on our shared route home, was when I realized what the problem of talented people was.

They don't know how to speak to the less talented.

Just how Dazai didn't know what to say to me.

I couldn't really blame him for it, or anyone for that matter. It wasn't his duty to comfort me, nor to understand what it was like to have a dream but no means of achieving it.

Sometimes it felt like watching everyone gracefully jump over a wall, you kept banging your head into.

Dazai removed his hand from my shoulder and lightly chuckled to himself. I nuzzled my nose in the wool my scarf as we got closer to the train station.

The snowflakes poking whit dots in my filed of vision. 

"Thanks, Dazai..." 

Soon we ended up on the bench near the railway, waiting. 

On my right side, in my peripheral Dazai's eyes kept boring into me.

He stared so densely I whipped my head at him questioningly.

But I wasn't what he was staring at...

"Y/N...." 

"Yeah?"

"How long until the bus?" 

I check my phone.

"10 minutes. "

Dazai starts to slide off the bench. Noises coming from a flock of his fangirls on the other end of the street. 

"Shit..." I get up with him "Let's run!" 

The two of us run the opposite way.

Praying to any higher power that the fangirls wouldn't catch us. 

- || - 

The doors fall shut behind my sweaty back. 

My jacket and scarf were sticking to me from running away with Dazai.

He promised me coffee as a thank you for being his partner in crime, but I knew wouldn't see a single c of that coffee. 

Oh, well... 

My swollen hands worked on getting the clothes off me as I shuffled around through the cold hallway. 

"Hi... I'm home!" 

My words fell empty on the shadows across my apartment. 

Slimy warmth of my sweat met with the icy breeze cutting around me as I walked into my bedroom. Gross.

With my swollen fingertips I begin to fumble around with the heater, my only current source of warmth.

I pressed and flicked the stubborn switches and buttons, when...

"FUCK!" 

The heater sparked up, soon dying in it's own smoke. 

"You know what, fuck you!" I spit my frustration on the dead heater and go back to the hallway to grab my coat, strangling it in my fist of anger like I want to choke it. 

Slamming the door behinde me, I run outside of the building.

Power walking through the dark city, I stopped when I reached the first traffic light.

Then a thought hit my like lighting.  

Fuck, I forgot to lock the doors! 

I turned around and hurried back to my building.

  - || - 

My soft place. 

My soft place to rest my wings shone in front of me. 

If I ignore the 45 minutes it takes me to get here I love it. So much.

Cobbled pathway echoes under my boots as I hike up to the little wodden cabin in the oak trees.

Reaching for the gateway to the cabins garden I stop to admire the rustle of the trees and the promising warm light from the windows.

The poetic scenery luring me in like a poet, I get to the front door.

"Nana you here?" I peep my head into the hallway.

"Little one!? Is that you?" 

I step inside and take off my coat and hat, walking into the softly light entrance. Finally someplace warm.

"It's me Nana!"

My nana stepped out of the kitchen. Two jiggly warm arms engulfing my frozen limbs. 

"Oh my Little one! How lovely to see you!"

I hug her back, letting myself fall weak as the rocks of stress tumble off me. 

Nana's hands stroke my cheeks. " Dear God! Look how pale you are! You're practically skin and bone" 

My face leans into her warm hands, time made them so gentle.

"Don't worry Nana, it takes a lot more to kill your Little one"

Her face sharpens "Cut that right there! None of this nonsense, let's go into the kitchen to get you something to eat. Come 'ere!"

Well who am I to say no to food! 

She seats my cold butt at the kitchen table and whips out a bowl of canned soup. 

Nana couldn't cook to save her life, but regardless she made food taste amazing by just being around it.

"Where's Gramps?" I ask, picking up a spoon she handed me. 

"Outside fiddling with the wood! That old mite will catch a cold if he keeps doing that every day, let me tell you that!" 

The old light in the kitchen flowed down her skin as she moved with her frustrations. 

Giggles sprinkled in my chest, as she talked.

This old couple is what all others wished to be. 

"I bet he won't, I heard he is stronger than an ox!" Gramps deep voice comes through the back door.

"Well I heard that even oxes get sick!" Nana ran toward him to shake the snow out of his beard "And you are as stubborn as one too!"

Gramps laughed at this, his eyes shifting onto me.

"Hello Y/N, haven't seen you in a while" he ruffled my hair. 

"Hi Gramps.. "

Nana mumbles something about the weather as she turns to the kitchen. Before she could leave, Gramps gently touched her shoulder.

"I'll get it myself, love. You stay here and keep Y/N company it's not like we get to see her often."

He walked of into the kitchen before Nana could complain. Seeing that she was beat she sat at the table with me again.

"It's so nice you came to visit us Little one, we missed you!" she placed her hand on top of mine "How have you been, love?"

I swallow thickly "I've been... Managble?" 

This was received with an unimpressed face from Nana. "Here you go again! Don't make me pull things out of you with twezzers, tell Nana what's wrong!" 

It didn't take much for me to untangle my tounge to her "Rough Nana, really rough..." 

As I begin to talk my heart leaks out on the table, wetting it with my sadness and fear in bitter colors. 

I talked for so long my head soon ended up on Nanas plump shoulder. My hair becoming slick with her stroking it soo much. 

"My Little one... You're pushing yourself too hard for my liking!" she raises my head "But there's something you're not telling me... It's not like you to not have a plan to fix this" 

Slowly, I nod and pull out a small notebook from my pocket. 

"I wrote my own program. I think suits me and my strengths. And I'm gonna need them a lot now, the bar has risen beyond my reach Nana... "

"Stop yourself right there! Little one if you have the will you can build a way out of air if needed!" her thumb goes down my cheek bone "And your will is stronger than you belive it. "

Saltiness pools in my eyes, teardrops catching on my lashes as I try to blink it away.

"Now quit sapping around and show Gramps your plan. The skater in him ain't retired yet!"

The love I have for Gramps boomed into pure fear. 

Into the same old fear I felt when I was still his student...

Unbeknownst to me when, he already came out of the kitchen and had stretched out his hand for the notebook. Under this silent command I gave it over. 

Gramps started inspecting it with a stone solid expression. 

"You wanna win this thing?"

He got up form the table. 

"Y-yes!" 

Gramp's eyes blissed with a youngsters shine. 

"Then get your coat and come outside. We should start now if you plan to make that happen. "

Riddled shocked I do as he says. Meeting him soon outside him already starting his old car. 

"Where we going?"

"To the rink" 

"At this hour?!"

Gramps smirks "You're lucky I know the owner" 

Chuuya P. O. V

The equipment bag and the skates hit the floor just like my energy levels hit zero. 

My muscles felt foreign to my own body. Leaving me completely helpless as I fell to my bed. 

"Fucking competition... This better be worth it!" 

I drag myself up to pour me a glass of some red wine. The only thing I could say was keeping me from jumping off the nearest bridge.  

My joy so great I didn't stop at just one glass. They went by, one after another. Making me dizzy.

That's how I ended up on my kitchen floor. Clinging to an empty bottle.

The already dark room turns pitch black when my eyelids slam into each other. 

I laid there as sleep crashed into me like lighting. 

My own sleep slipping me of into safety from the world. Into the solace, reality seems to love forbidding me from.

[shanie]

I need to sleep but....

In celebration of Kevin's Birthday:

A teaser from the draft of the next chapter of "The Happiest Luchador on Earth"

Text behind cut:

They made it as far as the entrance to World Showcase when Generico got distracted yet again. 

Kevin hadn’t been paying enough attention. In fact, he was halfway to spaced out as he was walking, thinking about the ‘tour’ they were about to take. 

The World Showcase was made up of about a dozen or so country pavilions, all in a circle around a lagoon that’s entire purpose was for a massive fireworks display that Kevin couldn’t help but lament they were going to miss that night. Well, that was what Kevin always thought the purpose was, but there was probably some other reason it was there too. Something stupid, like it was hiding some sort of secret magic mouseketeer nonsense under it in a hidden chamber. Didn’t he read once that the parks had secret tunnels under them? Maybe they put the tunnels under the lake. 

It certainly wasn’t holding any fish.  At least, he didn’t think it was. 

But really, the lagoon didn’t even factor into why he was going to the World Showcase. That was for the pavilion on the far left of the ring – Mexico. Designed to look like an Aztec pyramid, the fun was all hidden on the inside. 

It’d been a while since Kevin had been inside and he couldn’t really remember anything about it other than it was dark inside and smelled funny. But he remembered the food being good so that was where dinner was planned for the night. 

Also, giving Generico another taste of home, Kevin knew, would be magical, especially with how he reacted to the Mexican Lift Apple. 

But that came at the end of the tour. 

Kevin was going to march Generico around the world counter-clockwise.  

Starting with Canada. 

And, as he was walking, Kevin couldn’t help but think of how symbolic it was that Canada was on one end of the World Showcase and Mexico was on the other. He certainly didn’t think it poetic; he’d never admit to such frivolity. But it had to mean for something that Generico was on one end of the world, and he was on the other, right? As if they were somehow polar opposites standing on either side of the globe with everything falling between them. 

But it was as he was caught up in those thoughts when he was interrupted by the sounds of Generico shouting at him from a way away. 

“What, what?” Kevin asked sharply, his head snapping up and seeing Generico standing near the entrance to the one World Showcase gift shop. “I’m not getting you any more gifts! I just bought you ice cream, and it wasn’t even cream.” 

Generico shook his head and, stepping aside from his place, gestured at what he was blocking. 

It was another pressed penny machine. 

“Another one???” Kevin asked. 

Generico nodded enthusiastically. 

Kevin first sighed, then shrugged. As far as souveniers went, fifty-one cents wasn’t going to be the thing that broke him at that point, and, if getting Generico a bunch of shiny objects was what it took to keep the remainder of his wallet intact, then so be it. 

“Ok, sure,” Kevin told him before pulling the pack off his back, digging the change pouch out of it, and holding the backpack out to Generico. 

“Hold this,” he told the luchador. 

Generico obeyed and Kevin popped the coins in the slot. 

“Do you know which one you want?” he asked. 

Moving to stand in front of the machine, Generico thought about it for a moment, his finger reaching out first towards a design of Mickey holding a bunch of national flags before, passing over a design of Mickey as Uncle Sam, it wavered towards one of Mickey with a suitcase... and then went back to the flag one. 

Kevin huffed. “It’s a penny, Generico, pick one.” 

Generico went back and forth a few more times before, looking at Kevin, he made a small, distressed whimpering noise. 

Kevin’s jaw clenched as he realized exactly what Generico was asking. 

“Right,” he told his friend, “We’ll get both. Here – " Kevin shoved the coins in the slot and gestured for Generico to hit the button for suitcase Mickey. “Go for it.” 

Generico hit the button and the gears turned. It didn’t take long for the penny to drop and, by the time it did and Generico retrieved it, Kevin already had the next two quarters and penny ready to go. 

“You know,” Kevin said, watching Generico examine his new coin, “These might just be the cheapest thing in the entire park as far as gifts go. If you want gifts, I could probably spring for a few more of these.” 

That got Generico’s attention and, his eyes going wide at Kevin, he grinned broadly. 

“Bueno!” Generico said excitedly, “Muy bueno!” 

“Right. Good. Ok. Ready?”  

“Sí!” 

Kevin put the next set of coins in the slot and pushed them into the machine. 

[modernmonsterrp]

What are the top three things Phos wants to try with his little partner ;) ?

Phos does not hesitate or look up from his paper. "Shibari, edging, and mixing pleasure and pain to the point where he enters subspace."

[modernmonsterrp]

So Nyx had reason to be concerned if the flashbacks he was seeing was anything to go off of. "Your brother seemed very sure he could handle it but your memories lead me to believe otherwise. I do not believe that behavior to be ....tameable."

Phos could advise Saki but he didn't know if he would listen. If he was out having a good time with someone who had abused him and a small human child... it was possibly in advisable to set up a line that breaks off Saki's ability to trust.

The main thing is to be supportive and help where allowed according to what little he knew. Distracted he scoops up Merlot without asking and takes him with upstairs. While his mind is turning over one problem he believes he has a temporary solution for the other in his room.

... Though he'll have to research that problem as well.

“Are you home? There’s a slight problem~” chirped the jester. He’s in Pappy’s place, hoping to speak with Phos. Reason? Pappy firmly didn’t believe that Phos would take him seriously enough. But thus far, Phos did at least listen to Jevil at least fifty percent of the time.

Phos had just gotten home and gotten a shower when there was a knock at his door. He's surprised to see Jevil at his door. The mischievous monster seemed to come and go as he pleased, and largely did what he wanted - what problem could have him coming to Phos of all people?

"Problem? Would you like to come in and discuss it over tea?" Phos asks.

[shedwyn]

"What's one positive thing you've taken away from your worst relationship?"

Shedwyn stirred the cinnamon stick in her cider as she thought, filling the silence with the clink of ice cubes against the glass. "If you mean something along the lines of something that I learned I enjoyed from one of my worst relationships… The biggest, also from one of the worst relationships, would definitely be learning about… 'kinky' relationships. Not only did I learn that such things actually exist outside of weird books, I learned how they really work, how they don't work, and how things actually feel on the receiving end, rather than the poetic nonsense from the books. Sadly, novels are the only concept too many Doms have of what it's like to be struck."

"On the other hand…" She took a moment to lick a stray bit of cranberry from the end of the cinnamon stick. "If you'd like something on the sweet side, rather than the sinful... I learned that real friendship is key, easily as important as passion, if not more so. A close friendship is based upon almost all the same elements as a good love: trust, loyalty, and comfort."

[poemshubs]

Why are drinking limericks so popular?

Limericks, with their bouncy rhythm and clever rhymes, are a popular form of poetry that often leans towards humor. One of the most beloved topics in limericks is drinking—whether it’s beer, wine, or stronger spirits. Funny drinking limericks capture the lighthearted and often irreverent spirit of social drinking, turning the experience into a subject of laughter and wit. These poems are often shared in bars, parties, and social gatherings, where their humorous take on drinking culture resonates with listeners.

In this article, we will explore the origins of the limerick, discuss why drinking has become a popular theme in these poems, and analyze some classic and modern examples of funny drinking limericks. We’ll also consider the role of humor in these limericks, how they reflect social attitudes toward drinking, and why they continue to be a popular form of entertainment.

See Also: What Is Limerick Ireland Known For?

The Origins of the Limerick

The Structure of a Limerick

A limerick is a five-line poem with a distinct rhythmic pattern and rhyme scheme. The rhyme scheme is typically AABBA, meaning that the first, second, and fifth lines rhyme with each other, while the third and fourth lines rhyme with each other. The rhythm of a limerick is usually anapestic or amphibrachic, which gives it a sing-song quality that makes it easy to remember and recite.

The first, second, and fifth lines are generally longer, each containing three metrical feet, while the third and fourth lines are shorter, with two metrical feet. This creates a playful and rhythmic structure that is ideal for humorous or whimsical content.

The History of the Limerick

The exact origins of the limerick are somewhat obscure, but it is believed to have been popularized in England in the early 18th century. The form may have roots in older poetic traditions, but it was the playful and often bawdy verses of the 18th and 19th centuries that solidified the limerick’s reputation as a humorous and sometimes risqué genre.

Edward Lear, a 19th-century English writer, is often credited with popularizing the limerick through his book “A Book of Nonsense,” published in 1846. Lear’s limericks were primarily nonsensical and whimsical, appealing to both children and adults. While Lear’s limericks were not particularly focused on drinking, they helped establish the limerick as a popular form of humorous poetry.

Over time, the limerick evolved to include a wide range of topics, including drinking, which became one of the most enduring themes. The humor, simplicity, and rhythmic appeal of limericks made them a perfect vehicle for exploring the often humorous and sometimes absurd aspects of drinking culture.

Why Drinking is a Popular Theme in Limericks

The Social Nature of Drinking

Drinking is often a social activity, associated with gatherings, celebrations, and camaraderie. Limericks, with their lighthearted and communal nature, are well-suited to capture the spirit of these social occasions. In a setting where people are relaxed and enjoying themselves, a funny limerick about drinking can quickly become a crowd favorite.

The culture of toasting and sharing jokes or stories over drinks is deeply embedded in many societies, and limericks fit perfectly into this tradition. They are short, easy to recite, and often provoke laughter, making them ideal for breaking the ice or adding humor to a social gathering.

The Element of Humor

Humor is a central element of both drinking culture and limericks. The act of drinking itself, with its potential for both merriment and mishap, provides ample material for humorous observations. Limericks, with their quick wit and punchy endings, are perfectly designed to capture these moments.

The humor in drinking limericks often revolves around exaggerated scenarios, unexpected twists, or playful wordplay. The subjects of these limericks might include a character who drinks too much, a humorous mishap involving alcohol, or a clever twist on a common drinking situation. The absurdity or exaggeration in these poems enhances their comedic effect, making them memorable and entertaining.

The Appeal of the Unpredictable

One of the key features of a good limerick is its ability to surprise the reader or listener. The first few lines of a limerick often set up an expectation, which is then humorously subverted in the final line. This element of surprise is particularly effective in drinking limericks, where the punchline might involve an unexpected consequence of drinking or a witty commentary on the act itself.

This unpredictability adds to the enjoyment of drinking limericks, as the audience is kept guessing about how the poem will end. The humor often lies in the cleverness of the twist, which can range from mildly amusing to downright absurd.

Examples of Funny Drinking Limericks

Classic Drinking Limericks

Over the years, many classic drinking limericks have emerged, becoming staples in pubs and social gatherings. These limericks often feature recurring themes, such as overindulgence, the effects of alcohol, and the social dynamics of drinking. Here are a few examples:

There once was a man from Kent, Whose money was all but spent. He drank up his rent, And now in a tent, He wonders where all the fun went.

This limerick humorously captures the consequences of excessive drinking, with a twist in the final line that reflects the man’s regret. The lighthearted tone makes the subject matter more palatable, turning what could be a cautionary tale into a source of amusement.

There was an old fellow named Wright, Who drank till he got quite a fright. He saw double, then three, Swore off whiskey and tea, But was back at the pub the next night.

In this limerick, the character’s resolve to quit drinking is quickly undermined, leading to a humorous portrayal of the difficulty in resisting the pull of social drinking. The rhyme and rhythm add to the poem’s charm, making it easy to remember and recite.

Modern Drinking Limericks

Modern drinking limericks continue to reflect contemporary attitudes toward alcohol, often with a humorous or satirical edge. These limericks might poke fun at modern drinking habits, trends, or the sometimes contradictory attitudes people have toward alcohol.

There once was a hipster so cool, Who sipped on his craft beer by rule. But one day in a pinch, He drank something called “Finch,” And now he’s a fan of cheap fuel.

This limerick humorously critiques the trend of craft beer enthusiasts, highlighting the irony of their dedication to high-quality brews when faced with the reality of cheaper alternatives. The light-hearted tone keeps the criticism playful rather than harsh.

There was a young woman named Claire, Who drank only wine so rare. But after one sip, Of something less hip, She found she preferred it with flair.

Here, the limerick gently mocks the idea of exclusivity in drinking habits, suggesting that personal preference can often outweigh societal expectations. The rhyme and rhythm give the poem a cheerful, sing-song quality that makes it enjoyable to read aloud.

The Role of Exaggeration and Absurdity

Exaggeration is a key feature of many funny drinking limericks, as it allows the poet to create absurd scenarios that enhance the humor. By taking common experiences or stereotypes about drinking and pushing them to the extreme, limericks can turn everyday situations into sources of laughter.

There once was a man from Peru, Who drank so much wine he turned blue. His friends all declared, “He’s better prepared,” “For a life where the sky’s always true.”

In this limerick, the absurdity of a man turning blue from drinking wine is both humorous and visually striking. The final line adds a whimsical twist, suggesting that the man is now better suited for a fantastical world where the sky is always blue.

There was an old lady named Bess, Whose drinking caused quite a mess. She stumbled and fell, In a barrel as well, And was found making wine with finesse.

The image of an elderly woman accidentally turning her fall into a wine-making endeavor is both ridiculous and amusing. The exaggeration in the limerick creates a comical scenario that defies logic but delights the imagination.

Social Commentary in Drinking Limericks

Reflection of Cultural Attitudes

Drinking limericks often reflect cultural attitudes toward alcohol, whether through humor, satire, or exaggeration. These poems can serve as a mirror to society’s relationship with drinking, highlighting the joys, pitfalls, and contradictions inherent in the practice.

For example, limericks that poke fun at overindulgence often do so in a way that acknowledges the social acceptability of drinking while also pointing out its potential consequences. This duality allows the limerick to be both a celebration of drinking culture and a gentle critique of its excesses.

There once was a drinker named Stan, Who downed every beer in a can. He thought he was tough, But soon had enough, And now he’s a sober old man.

This limerick captures the common narrative of excessive drinking leading to a change in behavior, but does so with a humorous twist that keeps the tone light-hearted. The humor lies in the inevitability of Stan’s realization, which is both expected and amusing.

Satire and Critique

Some drinking limericks take a more satirical approach, using humor to critique social norms, stereotypes, or the commercialization of drinking culture. These limericks often play with the expectations surrounding drinking, offering a humorous perspective that challenges the status quo.

There was a young man with a brand, Who marketed beer to the bland. He promised a taste, Of life without waste, But the flavor was nothing but sand.

This limerick satirizes the marketing strategies used by some alcohol brands, poking fun at the disconnect between the promises made in advertising and the reality of the product. The humor lies in the exaggeration of the contrast between expectation and reality, creating a pointed critique that is still entertaining.

There once was a bar with a flair, That charged for the bubbles in air. The drinks were so light, You’d float out of sight, And still be short on your fare.

Here, the limerick humorously critiques the trend of overpriced or gimmicky drinks, using absurdity to highlight the ridiculousness of the situation. The playful tone keeps the satire from feeling too harsh, making it a light-hearted commentary on consumer culture.

Why Drinking Limericks Remain Popular

The Universality of the Theme

One reason drinking limericks have remained popular over the years is the universality of the theme. Drinking is a common social activity across many cultures, and the experiences associated with it—whether humorous, embarrassing, or memorable—are relatable to a wide audience.

Limericks, with their simple structure and humorous content, are accessible to almost anyone. They can be enjoyed by people of all ages (though some may be more appropriate for adult audiences), and their lighthearted nature makes them perfect for sharing in social settings.

The Joy of Wordplay

Limericks are often appreciated for their clever wordplay and rhyme schemes. In the context of drinking, this wordplay can add an extra layer of humor, as the poet finds creative ways to describe familiar experiences or surprising twists.

The brevity of limericks also means that every word counts, leading to a concentrated form of humor that can be more impactful than longer poems. The challenge of fitting a complete, humorous narrative into just five lines is part of what makes limericks so enjoyable to both write and read.

The Tradition of Oral Recitation

Another factor contributing to the enduring popularity of drinking limericks is the tradition of oral recitation. Limericks are designed to be spoken aloud, and their rhythmic structure makes them easy to memorize and share. In social settings, the recitation of a limerick can quickly become a communal activity, with listeners joining in on the final line or even contributing their own verses.

This tradition of oral recitation helps keep limericks alive in popular culture, as they are passed down through generations and adapted to fit contemporary themes. Whether recited in a pub, at a party, or around a campfire, drinking limericks continue to bring people together through humor and shared experience.

Conclusion

Funny drinking limericks are a delightful and enduring form of humorous poetry. Their combination of playful rhythm, clever wordplay, and relatable themes makes them a popular choice for social gatherings and casual entertainment. Whether reflecting cultural attitudes toward alcohol, offering satirical commentary, or simply providing a good laugh, drinking limericks have a special place in the world of poetry.

Their ability to capture the spirit of social drinking with wit and humor ensures that they will remain a beloved form of expression for years to come. So the next time you’re enjoying a drink with friends, why not share a funny drinking limerick? You might just find that it adds a little extra cheer to the occasion.

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For the first time in far too long, Phos felt the tension ease out of him.

He had beaten Merlot, not senseless as he'd intended but severely all the same, and Merlot was not leaving. Even knowing that Phos would want to do similar things in the future.

It was more than the sign of trust he'd been looking for it was - ... Acceptance? Interest?

At the very least he seemed ready for Phos to cast him aside and Phos, "I have no intentions of letting go of what is mine now."

Phos reaches out, giving Merlot plenty of time to stop him or avoid him if he chose and reaches for Merlot's chin to tilt his head up to look at him.

He watches from afar in amusement. They knew it’d probably annoy them, but he figured that was an ok price to pay. He eventually ports into his room just as they knocked. As if on cue, Merlot opens the door without five seconds passing, which no doubt added to the suspicion of him being the culprit littering the whole house with notes. Would they be scowling? Amused? Disgusted? Merlot hoped they wouldn’t feel that negatively about it. It was all in harmless fun. Petty, harmless, fun. 

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