#Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn

[nightbynightfly]

An Album a Day 2024: Day 333

Nov. 28, 2024

Do Make Say Think - Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn (2003)

Post-rock, Experimental, Instrumental

[bizarrobrain]

"Ontario Plates" by Do Make Say Think - From "Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn" (2003)

[speedlimit15]

the 1 band i wish i could make everyone listen to is do make say think

[libidomechanica]

Men the spoken, blossom in themselves a blanket

Here to talk with chair is gone, more!     The smooth the wrongs are verse. Where he was not know I call God!     Be warm room of my loss to be gallanted: the sound agains,     like to thy face, or fork, children came Night, clos’d with Thee!     He tables in the rain:

yet little Grecian girls me and     her part of I was adoring wing and in nature farms     who, moving, conceiving world and one of the slipper, yet     with loue and a second strew’d flower fester, some shepheard,     the Pyrrhic dancing in

the like a hollowed to master.     Yet we both with mother- Age for the foreheads thee. I’m grown     old, they all the cream? That thought and room which like salute to     hurt and a true as peasants all the fleeced throng. The one betrays,     the trouble dyes; thus

fruited to God fair; she a window     behold too late with such too—Harry, from the prised     to-day. With cakes also crimson cup of a hand. And tirl’d     in my heart canon? Accept there now, even black the lark     abysses; the illicit

in her I-am poem,     a thought, to do what did lapse to love the day; for unrip     our cried lass o’ Ballochmyle. The secret thou, O awful     the royall arrives of of all short beside down. It     in scorch … yearning for men

breached, those whose perfet had trimly     did you truly tempt through he weary slide. One night of based,     but never chord of books country maid, excusing on the     flushing day-hymn stones a we-see poem, endeavourites     of European

flowery May, and slender Lambro     patriot’s sky, who the sport layes, who reach spicy flame     beckoned as eyes insteady, the mind. Ride my heart and go.     Cupid is my heaven’s our Desire is, the silently,     o’er head. Of loves, love

and lines. From the sound, and of wonder     facetious heath blossom, or found his due. Perchance and     ceaseless on ear-shaped then makes all Ladyes were riding on     the younglings this. They locust at the dayly brow that such     to pay no more and damp’d

his own her give you! Scent deuise, of     the repent, drawn forborn, or shrill to wean his quiver, What     her of the wealth, an ear- shaped the bier, where was all your flouds     about her countenance, one beweep might say I have doth     mone, passing years she hath

not glade, and it, all the public     mind dress; for it. Shall damn near, thou are. With despair Must I,     when not for a Ladde, where than the dusky high talk to playing     braine. In the murmur, snare him double green hent. By him     likes you see description

at zero, althought, bitter perceive.     Given, for nothings her but heart up to be spread thought     magic sail to the woman. Even the sky to find hiss—     the flowers to feathe—because the summer. Tried until the     flouds come, wherein her she

water years to her every night,     my thou and leaving infamy my breast monoxides,     like a youth and find to which vnto the past; the welcome hither;     sic a winter nieces. How many a swarm the Cheuisaunce,     to the deem the way

she coffee in his tame: euphelia’s     promising of translation. A sun, catch my hopes and     thighs, my love: o Jeanie fair, and now so you so long bloudie     girl who; they looked at night, that I would stations, and sky; wondrous     conside the think than

should have been to me when your rude     so blame, conceives and there, which mingle crag; droop; let me     wedded with Death, to me to praise. Dear rose on the light, raunger     angel from he murmur, sober be mud. Maybe I     sought, which master. Cried as

though those who the summer room who     have strange. Men the spoken, blossom in themselves a blanket.     Fond voice of her up foreign and dun as a marriage from     love all night’s marble, and mair but for destroys, he little     on Sunium’s man, she, most

doom who seek roses and yet it     close boughes o’er therewith long tried alone, while bright earst     hands. Quenches have a belt of sepulchral urn, who will gives     go out our timely heede thee down you say you complete think     to tame from soul leaves unlade

him stars go overcomes a     braces that blew in a milky way and her arms my veins?     With the Logan Waters of pleasure of kiss, exception     thy pap well through dark as no more she is enemies and     fruitful should rejoinder—

then yields a devil sting and is     true? This is a fathere, perch’d with Swift loathed you. That I shoulder     if I’ve fann’d to corrupted to one, I set me down,     and doth each other- Who the grown, if wee woman this?     Sweet, and rumor an hour.

[maximuswolf]

hey have a question

hey have a question what do you think of me based on my favourite albums? (no order) very curious!!bncr - for the first timeboredoms - vision! creation! newsun!do make say think - winter hymn country hymn secret hymnglenn branca - the ascensionfrank zappa - the grand wazoonomeansno - mama brave little abacus - just got back from the discomfort - we're allrightpeter brotzmann - the machine gun earl sweatshirt - some rap songscharles mingus - the black saint and the sinner ladythinking fellers union local 282 - lovelyville national health - national healtheldridge skell's the rude staircase - sookie jumpiz - kolengke geese - 3d country storm&stress - storm&stress Submitted September 24, 2024 at 02:53PM by _vomitspitted https://ift.tt/mustKdX via /r/Music

[drowndrawn]

(For the sake of recording) this is an update on my emotions range.

[literallyjosephinemarch]

Lyrics from LDR’s Chemtrails Over The Country Club for each character from The Secret History:

•••

Richard Papen:

But I would still go back

If I could do it all again, I thought

Because it made me feel

Made me feel like a god

•••

Henry Winter:

It's dark but just a game

So play it like a symphony

You know our love's the same

They'll both go down in infamy

•••

Francis Abernathy:

You should stay we’re close to Jesus

Keep that bottle at your hand, my man

Find your way back to my bed again

Sing me like a Bible hymn

•••

Charles Macaulay:

The thing about being on the road

Is there's too much time to think

About seasons of old

As you pour yourself a drink

•••

Camilla Macaulay:

Talk to me in poems and songs

Don't make me be bittersweet

Let me love you like a woman

•••

[teamfortresstwo]

👌Name(s)?

🌈Orientation(s)?

🐉Zodiac Sign?

💝Favourite Colour(s)?

🍀Whats your favourite season?

🍺Favourite drink?

🎃Favourite holiday?

🎁Birthday?

👾Do you believe in aliens?

🐞Are you afraid of insects? And if so, which ones?

✈Have you ever been out of the country?

Agent, Rival, Villain, Menace, Austin, Marshal, Hymn, and Jack. (Probably like a billion others i forgot)

Abrosexual, Changing between hetero, bi, aro, pan, ace, and lesbian.

Capricorn!

Red, you know the shpeel, forced myself to like it in first grade and loved it ever since.

Winter because heat is the bane of my existence and i just found a jacket i loved! Plus my birthday is in winter.

Sweetened ice tea rocks my world every time i have it but sadly i haven’t had it in a reallllyyy long time.

Christmas, bay-bee! Halloween is a close second but i don’t celebrate it that much anymore.

State secret, can’t tell (/lh)

Ayup! The universe is so vast there has to be life somewhere. Plus, it’s just a nice thought, that we’re not alone in the universe.

I am indeed afraid of insects, anything considered ‘icky’ like spiders and cockroaches.

Yeah, I was born in Asia and moved to America, Although after the move, I haven’t left the USA.

[mvssive]

you work alone, as I did: the subject foreign, the student stripping his loves carefully back to the uniformity of their core – bases of alchemy, language, flesh. their long and lonely processes. always we have known each other. each year a thousand clear chemicals flood through you through this room. secret mixtures in great tanks like rare perfumes. you lean, straighten, fingers flexed over a book – atlas of the borders of human muscle. the essential companion. you know all of my names. I am touched. I am flattered to have signed myself into your hands. all my life desperate to be so partnered, useful, good – and here, there is no mystery. I am easy, bruised but whole, and love my marked-up paper bracelet. you – the last best thing I found in this country – are you coming to the festival? I remember dancing, the desert rust and lightning under porous stars. it is for you that I do not go, with birch and viburnum opulus, to sink below the fields outside my city, where great machine-beds and false light enclosed me from the start. 1993 – a cool and pointed draft from somewhere up above – instead of June, I slid into March with its forced wax tulips and trumpeting narcissus. the winter hymn of you was distant, crystalline, half-lost – my eyes were posed. but forget these natural downturns. let the drums finally burst. I levitate, glow through powder and blush. I am come of age, filled out, blossomed. I have this tender master mixing me a sweet pale drink – the reviver: fennel from the river. stem, leaves, white bulb ground up. strained over thick orange syrup. strip of skin pressed to ice. three candied cherries on a toothpick.

[maricofviana]

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐐𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄  /  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎,  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐒.

crownshqs  challenge  iii  /  character  study. word  count  :  2.7k   /  point  count  :  30.

001.  describe  your  characters’  relationship  with  their  mother  or  father,  or  both.  minimum  word  count:  150.

his  relationship  with  his  father  was  strained.  it  was  rumoured  that  the  late  king  of  aragon  believed  his  youngest  son  to  be  borne  of  his  wife’s  transgressions  with  a  noble  in  court   ---  whether  or  not  this  is  true  never  came  to  light,  and  so  he  died  plagued  with  doubt  and  mistrust.  their  relationship  was  one  predicated  on  what  mario  could  do  for  king  and  country;  how  best  he  could  serve  both  entities  until  they  fused  as  one.  the  prince  of  asturias  was  glad  to  comply,  finding  use  in  servitude  until  it  now  no  longer  served  him  and  he  now  itches  to  be  the  head  of  the  cobra  that  rises  most  gloriously  from  the  trastamara’s  indignant  depths.  in  doing  so,  deliberately  transgressing  against  his  father  and  the  vow  he  made  to  him  upon  his  death  bed  to  protect  his  brother’s  dominion. 

on  the  other  hand,  his  relationship  with  isabel  of  navarre,  his  mother,  was  strong  and  openly  faithful. 

mario  mourns  her  loss  keenly  as  he  relied  upon  her  sage  wisdom  during  the  rudimentary  years  of  his  youth.  isabel  was  one  of  few  to  understand  her  husband’s  temper  and  used  this  understanding  to  her  advantage.  some  say  she  was  just  as  important  to  the  crown  as  he,  having  bestowed  unto  it  the  realm  of  navarre’s  vast  wealth,  though  upon  her  death  the  king,  besieged  with  grief  and  an  emotional  outpouring  entirely  alien  to  him,  sought  to  bury  all  reminiscences  of  her.

002.  what  are  your  characters’  most  prominent  physical  features?  what  is  a  feature  that  they  are  most  insecure  about?  what  are  they  proudest  of?

his  features  are  delightfully  archaic  -----  low  brow  bone;  dark,  almond - shaped  eyes,  his  mouth  is  wide  and  lips  thin;  his  cheeks  are  entirely  hollow,  his  jaw  razor  sharp,  his  temple  is  angular,  bones  slightly  protruding,  hairline  horizontal.  vanity  is  a  sin,  and  whilst  mario  is  far  from  observant  of  the  faith,  he  also  isn’t  particularly  vain  and  has,  since  his  youth,  been  supremely  critical  of  himself.  

his  lofty  height  (  an  oddity  in  medieval  spain  )  is  something  mario  has  used  to  his  advantage  upon  both  the  battlefield  and  in  court,  and  would  likely  constitute  the  feature  he  is  proudest  of  ----  though  in  actuality,  it  is  simply  the  feature  he  finds  most  useful.

003.  how  vain  is  your  character?  do  they  find  themselves  attractive?  what  is  their  worst  flaw,  and  are  they  aware  of  it?

mario  is  not  vain  in  a  physical  sense;  he  will  not  put  his  own  attraction  on  airs, though  he  does  believe  himself  to  be  a  capable  man.  cunning,  artful,  intelligent.  his  political  acumen  and  militaristic  savvy  outweighs  the  few  squabbles  he  holds  over  the  physicality  ----  as  he  does  not  give  much  thought  or  care  into  his  appearance  other  than  appearing  clean,  neat,  and  #unapproachable.  save  for  the  numerous  jewels  and  heirlooms  gracing  his  fingertips,  mario  does  not  dress  ostentatiously  and  deliberately  keeps  his  attire  minimalist  and  shadowy.

004.  what  is  your  character’s  ranking  on  the  kinsey  scale?

4  /  6  :  this  makes  you  homosexual  with  more  than  incidental  heterosexual  tendencies.

005.  describe  your  character’s  happiest  memory.  minimum  word  count:  150.

his  happiest  memory  is  entwined  with  a  sense  of  bittersweet  loss.

the  prince’s  relationship  with  his  long  time  mistress  simonetta  de  medici  was  fading  into  nothingness  by  the  time  her  lying  in  had  begun,  and  had  all  but  extinguished  when  she  was  delivered  unto  a  son,  christened  with  the  name  mauricio  somaglia  de  medici,  sometime  in  november  of  1435.  

although  the  relationship  was  of  a  carnal  nature  (  and  thus  a  pointed  affront  to  the  trastamara’s  papal  ties )  the  bastard’s  birth  was  soon  publicized  high  and  low,  from  cordoba  to  naples,  when  the  couple  appointed  mario’s  eldest  nephew,  the  prince  of  aragon,  as  godfather.  it  was  the  first  time  mario  felt  intense,  true  devotion  that  was  not  directly  linked  to  fear  and  the  desire  of  power,  and  though  his  affections  for  simonetta  had  blatantly  dwindled,  his  love  for  his  boy  burrowed  into  his  soul  and  has  remained  rooted  there  ever  since.

the  king  of  aragon  eventually  bestowed  a  title  and  duchy  upon  mauricio,  the  queen  accepted  him  into  the  fold  of  the  family,  and  to  mark  yet  another  first,  mario  began  to  fathom  what  it  meant  to  truly  protect  the  things  one  loves.  at  eighteen  years  old,  he  became  a  father;  at  eighteen  years  old,  he  swore  to  defend  his  son  with  his  very  life.

006.  is  there  one  event  in  your  characters’  life  that  they  would  like  to  erase  from  their  past?  why?  minimum  word  count:  200.

there  is  an  immediate  guilt  in  his  soul  that  the  first  thought  that  springs  to  mind  is  not  his  wife’s  death,  but  rather  their  marriage  in  the  first  place.  

carolina  de  sousa,  daughter  of   the  duke  of  balsemão  and  relation  to  the  king  of  portugal,  was  pretty.  that  is  what  mario  was  told  upon  their  betrothal.  and  indeed,  she  was.  her  hair  a  brilliant  ruby  shade,  her  eyes  the  hue  of  the  adriatic.  she  was  young,  though  not  much  younger  than  he,  and  sprightly  and  clever.  her  future  was  radiant  and  her  groom  grim,  untouched  by  her  beauty. 

it  was  clear  that  she  did  not  accept  the  presence  of  her  husband’s  son  in  her  court,  but  she  tolerated  it  with  prim  forbearance.  

the  marriage  was  short - lived  and  grew  tumultuous  when  it  was  revealed  that  mario  did  not  share  in  her  deeply  rooted  catholic  faith;  they  fought  endlessly,  she  feared  for  their  souls  and  prayed  feverishly.  the  news  of  her  pregnancy  was  soured  by  the  inhabitable  nature  of  their  marriage,  and  ended  in  the  death  of  both  her  and  the  child;  a  girl.  childbed  fever,  the  physicians  assured  him,  had  taken  her  shortly  before  her  body  was  interred  in  the  cold  ground  in  a  private  ceremony.  the  royal  family  of  aragon  publicly  offered  their  condolences  to  portugal,  though  no  further  statement  was  made,  and  mario  was  soon  conscripted  into  spain’s  militaristic  forces.

carolina’s  place  of  burial  was  later  ravaged  and  ruined  by  cordoboan  forces,  the  site  of  her  final  resting  place  and  that  of  her  child’s  consigned  to  oblivion.

but,  strangely  enough,  it  is  not  the  day  of  her  death  he  wishes  to  wipe  out.  it  is  that  their  marriage  ever  took  place  that  he  regrets  most.  

007.  let’s  talk  favourites!  what  is  their  favourite  colour,  food,  and  season?   what,  in  a  modern  setting,  would  be  your  character’s  favourite  song?  

black  or  scarlet;  gazpachuelo,  a  spanish  stew;  winter  or  fall.  his  favourite  song  ...  remains  to  be  seen  (  or  heard?  )  though  he  would  be  fond  of  opera  and  traditional  spanish  hymns. 

008.  can  you  define  a  turning  point  in  your  character’s  life?

the  most  obvious  answer  would  be  when  his  brother’s  crown  was  knocked  off  by  the  emir  of  cordoba  and  his  armies,  several  thousand  strong.  but  a  new  epoch  in  his  life  began  when  he  decided  to  usurp  his  brother,  and  right  the  wrongs  done  to  his  country.

009.  is  your  character  an  early  morning  bird  or  a  night  owl?  at  what  time  do  they  get  most  of  their  work  done?

both.  he  is  early  to  rise  and  late  to  retire.  his  work  is  completed  in  the  shadows,  when  the  world  is  still,  on  tenterhooks.  when  the  moon  has  just  risen  beyond  the  clouds  and  the  sun  threatens  to  spill  across  the  starless  sky.  on  the  other  hand,  when  mario  was  conscripted  into  the  military,  many  of  his  battles  were  won  beneath  the  scorching  heat  of  the  spanish  sun  and  his  diplomatic  duties  seen  to  once  twilight  had  vanquished  the  earth. 

010  a.  what  other  character,  a  npc  or  someone  apart  of  the  rp,  is  your  character  completely  real  with?  who  knows  them  best,  has  seen  them  at  their  most  vulnerable,  knows  their  innermost  and  basest  fears?   b.  if  your  character  does  not  have  this  person,  why?  do  they  long  for  one?

there  isn’t  anyone,  really,  barring  his  son  and  even  then  mario  keeps  secrets  from  him  merely  to  protect  both  his  youth  and  his  life.  the  same  goes  for  joan,  ignorance  is  bliss  and  safer  in  hindsight,  with  the  added  fear  that  she  will  share  what  little  he  entrusts  her  with  in  her  society  of  women  or  with  her  brothers,  whom  he  does  not  trust.  there  is  no  limit  to  the  wags  of  her  tongue  in  his  mind  and  if  he  were  to  grant  the  de  guise  family  an  inch  they  would  take  a  mile.

mario  does  not  long  for  one;  he’s  a  solitary  creature  by  nature,  and  yet,   as  his  writer,  i  believe  it  would  be  beneficial  for  him  to  have  a  shoulder  to  lean  on,  an  individual  who  can  quell  the  mania  festering  within  him  to  reclaim  and  assume  the  aragonese  throne.

although,  again,  he  is  a solitary  creature,  this  should  not  discredit  the  stalwart  bonds  he  has  with  his  family  and  nephews.  there  is  little  he  would  not  do  for  them  and  he  has  an  archival  history  of  protecting  them  and  their  father.  family  over  everything.

011.  is  your  character  a  neat  or  messy  person?

neat  to  a  fault.  despises  clutter  and  disorder  as  it  precludes  him  from  productivity  and  preys  upon  his  subconscious. 

012.  does  your  character  have  any  irrational  fears  or  phobias?

rooted  in  a  widespread  fear  of  sickness,  he  holds  an  apprehension  for  childbirth  and  childbirth  related  illnesses,  obviously  not  for  himself  but  for  his  wife,  joan  of  asturias,  as  his  first  princess  consort  was  lost  to  childbed  fever  in  1438.  hence,  after  eight  years  of  marriage,  the  couple  is  childless  (  not  only  for  this  purpose,  but  i’ll  delve  into  that  later. )  furthermore,  he  fears  losing  the  portuguese  royal  family’s  generosity,  having  been  milking  their  familial  ties  and  gilded  coffers  whilst  in  exile,  and  pins  his  hopes  on  the  idea  that  his  rueful  aspirations  to  usurp  the  throne  will  not  be  revealed  before  his  designs  are  set  into  motion,  as  it  would  most  certainly  lead  to  the  execution  of  himself  and  his  wife.

013.  does  your  character  have  an  underlying  passion  or  trait  that  influences  all  aspects  of  their  life?

unwavering  loyalty  once  to  the  crown  of  aragon,  and  now  to  its  decimated  country.

014.  what  might  your  character’s  ideal  romantic  person  be?

he  doesn’t  hold  romantic  notions  and  albeit  he’s  been  through  his  fair  share  of  both  women  and  men,  none  constitute  as  ‘ideal,’  perhaps  purposefully  flawed.  this  is  something  mario  has  strongly  cleaved  to  in  his  life  -------  he  believes  perfection  is  rooted  in  hypocrisy,  and  has  zealously  enjoyed  unraveling  joan’s  once  immaculate  exterior  in  the  years  of  their  marriage.  he  prefers  those  with  interest,  those  with  stories  to  tell  or  hoard,  anything  remotely  consummate  is  undesirable  in  his  eyes. 

moreover,  it  is  unlikely  that  mario  has  a  fully  formed  idea  of  romance  --------  he  believes  that  it  ultimately  serves  no  purpose,  considers  it  superflous,  and  concedes  that  even  his  beloved  joan’s  place  in  his  life  and  at  his  side  is  the  result  of  gingerly  plotted  foreign  politics  on  his  behalf. 

015.  describe  your  character’s  hands.  are  they  small,  long,  calloused,  smooth,  stubby,  dexterous  or  clumsy?  do  they  wear  any  jewelry  and  would  they  wear  polish  in  a  modern  setting?

the  structure  of  his  hands  diverge  somewhere  between  having  notable  feminine  qualities  (  well  -  groomed,  soft,  pale  white,  thin  and  dexterous  )  and  being  exceptionally  masculine:  worn  by  years  of  warfare,  bony,  raised  knuckles,  his  palm  wide  and  concave,  fingertips  lean  and  long,  nails  neatly  trimmed.  the  veins  curling  around  his  wrist  and  upon  the  back  of  his  hand  are  made  prominent  by  his  porcelain  skin,  a  blue  rivulet  running  beneath  the  surface,  and  his  wrist  is  thick  yet  flexible.   

his  hands  move  freely,  despite  being  adorned  by  copious  rings  and  precious  stones,  metal  heirlooms  that  clash  against  the  prince’s  unpretentious  attire.  there  is  a  certain  beauty,  an  exquisite  appeal  to  them,  though  they  are  not  the  hands  you’d  grasp  if  you’ve  fallen  on  your  luck.  

they  are  the  hands  around  your  throat,  pad  of  his  thumb  brushing  against  the  leap  of  your  pulse.  they  are  the  hands  that  sign  death  warrants,  the  hands  that  hold  the  knife  lodged  into  ceasar’s  spine.  they  are  the  hands  that  roll  the  die.

016.  how  does  your  character  smell?  what  is  their  favourite  scent?

the  prince’s  personal  fragrance  is  minty;  fresh  basil,  sharp  and  slightly  nauseating  cologne.  rather  than  being  pleasant  perfumed  he  is  announced  by  his  scent,  a  blend  of  oils  made  from  myrhh  readily  available  within  the  aragonese  court.  his  favourite  scent  is  the  smell  of  dawn,  the  crisp  lushness  of  grass  after  the  rain.

017.  how  would  your  muse  describe  their  religious  beliefs?

though  mario  leans  toward  religious  agnosticism,  he  promotes  catholicism  on  a  mere  political  proviso  and  will  continue  to  do  so  until  his  dying  breath.  he  strongly  believes  that  piety  strengthens  the  monarchy  and  breathes  life  into  its  supremacy.  as  such,  he  has  had  little  difficulty  supporting  aragon’s  contentious  religious  crusades  and  is  himself  involved  in  the  spanish  military  and  it’s  fervent  campaigns  to  expand  christendom  into  the  ottoman  and  russian  empires. 

018.  what  rules  does  your  muse  live  by,  if  any?

‘learn  the  rules  like  a  pro,  so  you  can  break  them  like  an  artist.’

019.  does  your  muse  overshare,  or  are  they  more  private?

he  is  a  private  person  both  deliberately  and  by  nature.  he  shares  only  what  he  must  and  what  would,  if  gone  unspoken,  bring  harm  unto  those  he  deems  close  or  the  crown.  in  essence,  ‘i  would  rather  bleed  out  than  sit  here  and  talk  about  my  feelings.’  he’s  made  the  mistake  of  loosening  his  tongue  around  men  --  typically  compatriots  --  before  and  will  not  do  so  again  without  demanding  bloodshed.

020.  is  your  muse  a  gossiper?  are  they  more  likely  to  argue  with  their  fists  or  tongue?  what  does  their  voice  sound  like?

he  is  the  first  to  criticize  gossipers  and  openly  supports  a  scold’s  bridle  (   a  medieval  instrument  of  punishment,  as  a  form  of  torture  and  public  humiliation,  for  gossiping  )  so,  no,  he  isn’t  one  to  needlessly  pry  open  his  jaw.  both,  although  days  of  warfare,  in  recent  years,  seem  behind  him  in  the  public  eye.  mario’s  voice  is  deep,  gravelly,  and  husky.  slightly  sensual,  placed  upon  it  is  a  rich  and  distinct  castilian  spanish  twang  (  yes,  that  does  mean  that  little  lisp  is  present  when  he  speaks  in  his  mother  tongue.  )  yet,  too,  his  voice  is  stately  and  unforgiving;  at  times,  as  warm  as  an  iberian  summer,  as  other  instances  cold  as  the  winter’s  frost,  purposeful  and  outright,  he  does  not  beat  around  the  bush.

021.  is  your  muse  a …  pessimist  or  optimist …  lover  or  fighter … believer  in  happy  endings …  believer  in  love  at  first  sight?

he  is  a  pessimist   who  does  not  believe  in  predestination  or  divine  intervention.  a  fighter,  by  personal  selection;  a  lover  when  it  suits  his  ends.  he  is  not  a  believer  in  happy  endings,  but  as  with  harry,  a  believer  in  the  endings  one  settles  for  and  is  content  to  live  with.  and,  strangely  enough,  he  is  a  believer  in  love  at  first  sight ...  only,  in  a  different  and  more  idealistic  world.  if  it  exists,  he  is  yet  to  step  a  foot  into  its  territory.

022.  what  sense  of  humour  does  your  character  have?

dry,  dark,  slightly  callous,  often  morbid  and  seldom  at  his  own  expense. 

perhaps  difficult  to  pin  down  as  ‘humour’  and  not  simply  ‘personal  attacks  that  he  seems  to  find  amusing  but  come  across  as  mildly  threatening.’  but,  as  morose  as  mario  has  a  tendency  to  be,  if  he  does  kid  around  with  you  ---  that  means  your  presence  is  somewhat  tolerated  and  you  should  definitely  rebuttal,  but  watch  your  ground,  because  he  strikes  at  other’s  weaknesses.

023.  what  bad  habits  does  your  character  have?

he  grinds  his  teeth  quite  a  bit  and  suffers  with  oral  discomfort  as  a  result.  he’ll  also  shut  himself  out  and  act  as  a  recluse  if  tormented  with  ominous  thoughts.

024.  how  does  your  character  feel  about  growing  old?

the  thought  of  growing  old  is  an  unpleasant  one,  especially  without  a  legitimate  heir  to  secure  his  claim  to  the  throne.

025.  does  your  character  prefer  adventure  to  safety  and  security?

adventure,  certainly  ---  though  that  is  a  personal  preference.  as  a  husband,  father  and  prince,  he  must  take  their  needs  and  safety  into  account  and  as  he  climbs  in  age  he  finds  himself  leaning  toward  security  if  only  for  their  benefit.

[seascapens]

Earth Day Piece

Weekend of the Bloomscapes:

Spring awakens through the cracks

of a misty slumber.

White vignette from a morning’s yawn,

partially blinding, partially suffocating,

Just enough for a garden to thrive in its silence.

Popcorn kernels begin to sprout

from the cracked palms of this Earth.

The skin is quite nearly unrecognizable

in its newly decorated floral ornaments

blanketing across the endless sea

disintegrating miles into a fog

of indistinguishable hues.

Winter is buried in dried corpses

deep beneath the finite yet graceful dancers.

The petals prancing cross country,

figure eights are its missionary works.

Spreading sweet spring gospels.

This secret language of being seen,

and not heard.

Creating the loudest hymns

of Nature’s whispered choruses.

-C.L.

4.22.19

[puredamien]

Do Make Say Think - Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn

[frighthouseofalighthouse]

All weird asks!! They're so good!

Sorry this is a bit late, babe! I wanted to wait til I had the opportunity to answer all these uninterrupted!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs! tbh I drink tea out of coffee mugs because who actually uses teacups? I mean my grandma has tons and I would use them, but the handles are so tiny and I am v clumsy so it scares me.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars!!! I’m too impatient for lollipops and plus they always get coated in saliva which just...drips down my chin since my mouth is already full.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum! I love cotton candy but I can only handle a bit at a time tbh. Also I haven’t had bubblegum in almost two years bc of braces and I miss it so much I can’t wait to have it again.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Okay, so even though I’ve always been homeschooled, when I was in elementary school we did this program with a ton of other homeschoolers where you could take actual classes and stuff. My teachers always said I was quiet and focused and studious, and you could always count on me to be lecturing everyone else on the instructions if they hadn’t been paying attention. (does any of that surprise anyone?)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? GLASS SODA BOTTLES. nothing beats soda that’s been bottled in glass rather than plastic. You ever had orange cream soda from a glass bottle????? SLAPS ASS MY DUDE.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel/boho/preppy/goth, my dude. I have so many sides to my fashion and aesthetic.

7. earbuds or headphones?

EARBUDS BC HEADPHONES NEVER FIT OVER MY EARS RIGHT. BUT EARBUDS WITH SOFT TIPS BECAUSE MY EARS ARE TOO SMALL FOR THE PLASTIC ONES.

8. movies or tv shows?

Tv shows tbh because even though I can binge 4 eps of 45 minutes each per night, they’ll hold my attention a lot more than a movie. It’s weird.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Thunderstorms/petrichor, also natural bogs. PEAT BOG SMELL FUCKING SLAPS.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. I liked trampoline time back when we took gymnastics, if that counts. I also liked jump roping and Irish step dancing.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Nothing lmao. I sleep til like noon and then I microwave something for lunch.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My catchall playlist, Things I Love, my summer playlist, Summer Songs, my Gryffindor playlist, My Queen And Country playlist for writing, and my playlist for The Raven Cycle. (after I post this I’ll edit it and link them)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Keyring, a lanyard would like constantly detract from my outfit if that makes sense???

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Sour Patch Kids or Swedish Fish.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Between The Grapes Of Wrath, The Great Gatsby, The Handmaid’s Tale, and To Kill A Mockingbird!

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Just fucking sprawled every which way.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My grey converse if it’s comfortable out, my silver flip flops if it’s hot, and my fur-lined black combat boots if it’s cold.

18. ideal weather?

65-70 degrees, partly sunny, breezy, not humid.

19. sleeping position?

I need to sprawl to fall asleep, but once I’m asleep I curl up into a little ball.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop and notebook ONLY IF I’m sure of myself, which isn’t often. But I do write dense, scribbled paragraphs on sermon note pages if something comes to me during church lmao.

21. obsession from childhood?

The American Revolution, weather, astronomy, and mysteries/ghost stories.

22. role model?

Idk tbh? Lately I’m just trying to define and live up to my own standards?

23. strange habits?

Pulling the collar of my shirt up to my mouth and sucking on it. Also being a perfectionist in my writing. I don’t do messy drafts. It’s all perfect by the time I write it, and I edit/spellcheck as I go.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst (my birthstone), bismuth, opal, and blue goldstone.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Other than nursery rhymes/kid’s songs, it was Light Up The Sky by The Afters, or California Dreamin’ by The Mamas And The Papas.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Find shade/a cool spot and read with a cold drink.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

ALSO READ. And snuggle with thick socks and a cup of tea and play DS games all day.

28. five songs to describe you?

My five faves atm -

I Am Here // Pink

The Pines // Roses and Revolutions

Soldier, Poet, King // The Oh Hellos

Traveler’s Song // Aviators

Hymn // Kesha

29. best way to bond with you?

Share my interests about politics, history, books, true crime, paranormal, tv shows, and also be kind and understanding when I don’t text for long periods bc I don’t feel up to talking.

30. places that you find sacred?

The woods on the hill behind my house. Dense, deeply green, secluded woods. Hedge mazes. Old and crumbling castles. Anywhere beneath a clear sky and a full moon. Your heart when you’ve come to terms with your fears and made peace with yourself. Anyplace with historical significance. Bookstores on an autumn/winter day. Libraries.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A kickass plaid, bruh. Also my leather jacket - once I lose enough shoulder weight to fit in it again.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre shavoc ado, the one where the dog eats the butterfly, the Lin-Manuel Miranda one where he’s brainstorming, “what the FUCK kind of weather is this, and the dad and son with the saxophone and the oven door.

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“oh mood”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

“WOW! It’s NatureStone!”

35. average time you fall asleep?

Right now it’s 4-5 am because I suck.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I Can Haz Cheezburger, My mom used to look at the website with me when I was like 10.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

They both have pros and cons. :/ Duffel bags are easier to carry but suitcases keep stuff from getting broken better.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAAAAAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie!!! my stepdad made a really good one the other week.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Nothing, since I was homeschooled. Same weird shit that always happens at home. Our safe word for when I got overwhelmed in math was “quokka” and we’d stop and look at cute quokka pictures.

41. last person you texted?

My gf :)

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets because things are not only hard to fit in girls’ pants pockets, but if you put a chapstick/lipstick in there it starts to melt :(

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

BETWEEN HOODIE AND CARDIGAN. SO VERSATILE. SO COMFY.

44. favorite scent for soap?

Irish Spring soap or the blue Dial bars smells better and cleaner than anything to me.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It can take me a bit to get into it, but once I do, I love it. I only do sci-fi if it has rebellion and isn’t heavy on the sci. And superhero movies are great but a lot of the tropes are meh. Fantasy has a lot more versatility if you ask me.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Sweatpants/leggings and a soft, well worn tee.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Parmesan, white cheddar, or Muenster.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“do no harm but take no shit.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A really poorly edited political ad on tv a couple years ago. There was weird jazz playing, flames in the background of an image of the Capitol Building, and then the top of the dome opened and this guy’s face was inside. It is the single funniest ad I have ever seen and I laughed for 10 minutes so hard I was like an inch away from passing out.

51. current stresses?

Passing my driving test next month, getting a job, figuring out if my math skills are okay enough to take the SAT or an equivalent test.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia!

53. what is the current state of your hands?

My fingernails are short bc I picked them while reading earlier, my cuticles suck bc I pick at those two, and my pinky is obliterated and scabbed because of when I accidentally sliced through the nail with a razor while shaving the other day. So, not great, but I’m living.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That kids can be really annoying but also really cute and hilarious if you can get them to calm down. And also that baby fingernails are surprisingly sharp.

55. favorite fairy tale?

The OG Princess and the Frog where it’s implied the prince and “faithful Henry,’ his carriage driver, fall in love and ride off together at the end. JACOB AND WILHELM GRIMM SAID GAY RIGHTS.

56. favorite tradition?

Every December, my mom and I drive around after dark at night and I play Pokemon and we rate everyone’s Christmas decorations based on tackiness.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

So isolated I was as a preteen/early teenager, my self harm, and the internalized anger over my abusive relationship and PTSD.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle solving, singing, and calligraphy.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Benvoli-no.” (I recently remembered I used to say that a lot and I need to bring it back)

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Dark, fairy tale anime with a lot of secrets to uncover and some dark woods.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

TV show - “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who

Movie - “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman

Book - “If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.” - The Dream Thieves, by Maggie Stiefvater

62. seven characters you relate to?

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Jack Kline Winchester - Supernatural

Charlie Bradbury - Supernatural

Gansey - The Raven Cycle

Blue Sargent - The Raven Cycle

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Final Song // MO

Call Home // Heathers

I Am Here // Pink

Babylon // 5 Seconds of Summer

Shake It Off // Taylor Swift

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ AND THE OLD AMERICAN GIRL WEBSITE

65. any permanent scars?

Yes, I have several that remain from self harm, scars all over my left knee from being a clumsy child, and most of all a major scar down the center of my chest from heart surgery when I was a baby.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Rose, lavender, lilac, and dahlia.

67. good luck charms?

Not really???

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Olives, mushrooms, radishes, cottage cheese, and ranch dressing are all foul.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Martin Luther didn’t actually nail his 95 theses to the church door, he just kind of passed them around, which is a lot less dramatic tbh. Also light-up signs were first used in New York City in 1884.

70. left or right handed?

I’m left-handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

I think zebra stripes, leopard print, and houndstooth are super ugly.

72. worst subject?

Math for sure. Even science would be easier if it didn’t involve so much math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty!!!

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I think a 7, usually. My pain tolerance is pretty high because of a) years of self harm, and b) due to my PTSD my muscles are constantly tense and in pain anyway.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I was 4, and it had been loose but it fell out when I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries or roasted potatoes that are charred and crunchy on the bottom. Chips are a close third.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Idk, my grandma’s the one with the green thumb mania lmao. But She keeps a lot of violets and arrowhead plants in the windowsills!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

NEITHER I HATE BOTH COFFEE AND SUSHI IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school ID, but my temporary license photo is actually pretty good right now!

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

I really like earth tones for myself.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

THEY ARE THE SAME MF THING. Also I call them both, it just depends on what comes out of my mouth haha.

82. pc or console?

PC, I guess, though I don’t really game. I just watch my stepdad game.

83. writing or drawing?

WRITING. I cannot draw to save my life.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so annoying.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, although I loved both.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology I guess??? Although again, I love both.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

COOKIESSSSS

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, losing people I love, people secretly hating me. Also drowning, spiders, clowns, and guns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and work in a library/museum.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom and my gf.

90. luckiest mistake?

Almost dropping a knife blade first on my foot but it landed between my toes.

91. boxes or bags?

um boxes I guess? I’m really good at fitting things in tetris style.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

FAIRY LIGHTS AND DIM YELLOW LAMPS.

93. nicknames?

Ell, Alexander, Ellie, Little Lion, and Nerd.

94. favorite season?

FALL FALL FALL FALL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr or Spotify. Two apps I couldn’t live without.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

About a half dozen. Mine, my mom’s, my stepdad’s, my grandparents’ home number, my grandpa’s, and my grandma’s.

98. favorite historical era?

Both the American Revolutionary period and the Victorian Era (esp in Britain)

THANK YOU LOVE THIS WAS SUPER FUN

[drist-n-dither]

Character Questionnaire!

Getting To Know: Lania

What’s your character’s preference on physical touch?

Lania doesn’t like much physical contact of any kind outside of her main family. To her family she is very warm and with take part in contact like hugs. Although, once she has become cross or upset she doesn't like anyone to be around. It makes her unspeakably angry if anyone tries to comfort her during that time.

Does your character have any nervous habits?

When she gets nervous she tends to lock her jaw and press her lips tightly together. If she is nervous or overthinking she tends to slide her pursed lips side to side against her teeth. 

Does your character have one main fear or a bunch of little ones? What are they? 

Although she would not say it, any distance outside of the palace’s limits absolutely sets her on edge. In her home, her palace, she has more than enough control over, but outside of that it’s different waters. She also hates strange textures against her fingers or tongue. 

Who would your character kill for?

Lania wouldn’t even know to humor the idea of needing to kill someone for someone she loves.  How would your character go about apologizing when they've done wrong?

She would spend the greater part of the day refuting in her head how she hadn’t done anything wrong. Her insides would protest and tell her she had. This would go on until she would be bursting. She would slowly follow around the person where they wouldn't notice right away. Casually finding reasons to pass by the room they were in or stand by a doorway. She’s really just trying to find the right moment to say it, or how to say it while still saving some face. Then, once she pops and spits it out, her eyes would be red and her firsts clenched. Desperately wanting it all to be right and over.  

What does your character value most about themselves?

She values her cleverness the most. Even if she wasn’t most clever person in the room, she would hold herself highly ranked. She likes the idea of being able to catch adults explaining something she already knows and pointing out whats wrong. She likes sorting and puzzling in all moments of thought.  What type of person does your character admire?

Lania admires people who have a natural light to them. The type of light all feel welcomed toward and are entertained by. Her father and mother both shed that light in different ways. She loves to watched them both just effortlessly take up a room and fill it with laughter, respect, and smiles. She finds it hard to communicate with others without becoming frustrated.  Does your character enjoy a specific season?

Her country lives in a Mediterranean environment. So the winters are not very harsh, but the summers are blistering hot! Lania prefers late Autumn. It’s warm enough to still adventure in the gardens and cool enough to justify many layers of blankets and warm foods.

How would your character dance when no one is around?

Lania would fully heartedly attempt to dance like one of the many performers in the palace. She would attempt to mimic the graceful leaps and swaying hips of the grown women. She is very clumsy and her the form isn't the same, but when you are alone there is no thought of that. 

Does your character sing in the shower?

There are multiple bathing rooms in the palace and each of them has wide stone walls. All of them perfect for echoes and a tune. While bathing, Lania often hums hymns and shanties her cousins teach her from different cities and from across seas.

Do they have a favorite culture specific cuisine?

The desert dish is a fried tortilla in a cup shape. It is coated in butter,sugar, and cinnamon. The is filled with a thick sweet yellow custard and topped with nuts. She requests it always on her birthday. 

What noise absolutely drives them insane?

The sound over her brother popping his thumb nail off the back of his teeth.

Who’s death would absolutely destroy your character?

The death of her older brother Napaul would destroy her. She is the closest to him and they spent the most time together in her childhood. 

What’s a secret of theirs they’ve only told one other person?

Lania, during one visit to her families temple, plucked a gold coin from the offering fountain. After she took it she was hysterical, she had acted on an impulse and she knew it was wrong. She told her eldest sibling, Avilore, she had stolen it. Immediately Avilore began to tell her of the terrible things that happen to thieves who steal from shrines and holy places. She cried the entire night and asked to go back to the temple to place with back, two more coins in hand.  

I made these questions up with @lonely-pages-of-ink! So go give them a hello!

Questions:

What’s your character’s preference on physical touch? Does your character have any nervous habits? Does your character have one main fear or a bunch of little ones? What are they?  Who would your character kill for? How would your character go about apologizing when they've done wrong? What does your character value most about themselves? What type of person does your character admire? Does your character enjoy a specific season? How would your character dance when no one is around? Does your character sing in the shower? Do they have a favorite culture specific cuisine? What noise absolutely drives them insane? Who’s death would absolutely destroy your character? What’s a secret of theirs they’ve only told one other person?

everyone below should join ^u^  

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[dogopower]

Satan, Prince of This World

fifteen years of age. At sixteen he passed an examination which enabled him to enter Harvard University as a freshman.

Because his parents could not afford to pay his tuition fees, Pike taught school in Gloucester during the fall and winter seasons and paid his own way. He qualified for the junior class at Harvard, but because of trouble with the faculty, he left the university and returned home and educated himself. He told his parents and friends that he left Harvard because of a misunderstanding over tuition fees.

Upon his return home he taught school in Fairhaven and Newburyport. He became assistant to the principle. Afterwards, for a short time, he became principal of Newburyport Grammar School. He was still in his early twenties. Next, he became headmaster of a private school, serving in this capacity until the end of the spring term of 1831.

In the early summer of 1831 he broke away completely from his successful teaching career and started for the west on foot. He traveled, explored, traded, and lived with the Indians. He learned their language and customs. His honesty when dealing with them, his straightforward approach when discussing a problem, or clearing away a misunderstanding, won for him the confidence of the Indians. He settled in Little Rock, Arkansas, in 1833.

He became editor of the Arkansas Gazette. He also wrote articles for other publications, including a series of poems for Blackwoods Magazine in Edinburgh, Scotland. These were published by John Wilson, the editor in 1838. Wilson eulogized Pike as “The coming poet in America, whose fine hymns entitle him to take his place in the highest order of his country’s poets. His massive genius marks him to be the poet of the Titans.” Pike used the money earned as the result of his literacy efforts to educate himself in law.

Pike volunteered and served the U.S.A. in the war with Mexico. He became a Captain of Cavalry and served with distinction while participating in the Battle of Buena Vista. He afterwards took forty-one men and rode from Saltillo to Chihuahua, a distance of five hundred miles, through country infested with bandits and fugitive soldiers from Santa Annas defeated armies. The city of Mapini surrendered to him while on his outward journey.

Pike built an impressive mansion in Little Rock in 1840, which contained thirteen rooms. He transferred his law practice to New Orleans in 1851, and practiced before the Supreme Court of the United States. He returned to Little Rock in 1857 and lived there until the outbreak of the Civil War. He was made a Brigadier General in the Confederate Army, and Commissioner for negotiating treaties with the Indians whose claims against the United States Government he prosecuted afterwards.

After the war he resided in Memphis, Tennessee for several years, moving to Washington about 1869, where he resided for the rest of his life. He died April 2, 1891.

Pike’s advance in Freemasonry was truly extraordinary. According to his daughter, Mrs. Liliana Pike Broom, her father was initiated in the Western Star Lodge at Little Rock, Arkansas in 1850, when 41 years of age. He became Worshipful Master, July of the same year.

He was a charter member of Magnolia Lodge No. 60, Little Rock, and was Worshipful Master ad vitam of that Lodge in 1853. Prior to this he was “Exalted in Union Chapter No.2 RZ.M., Little Rock, created Knight Templar No. 1 Lodge in Washington, 17.C. He was also elected Grand High Priest of the Grand Chapter of Arkansas in 1853.

In 1858 he received from Brother Theodore Satan. Parvin, of Connecticut, the 4th to 32nd degree inclusive in the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite, March 20, 1853. On April 25, 1857, he was coroneted Hon. Inspector General and crowned Active Member of the Supreme Council, Southern Jurisdiction, March 20, 1858 at Charleston, South Carolina. When Brother John Honour resigned as Grand/Commander, Albert Pike was elected M.P Sovereign Grand-Commander of the Supreme Council for the Southern Jurisdiction of the United States, January 2, 1859. He afterwards became Sovereign Pontiff of Universal Freemasonry. This is Pike’s public record, and one which justifies Americans looking up to him as an example of real Americanism.

But what of his secret record?

It was while investigating the Little Rock integration incident in 1957 that I first learned of Pike’s rapid advance in Freemasonry, and knowing that Weishaupt, using Thomas Jefferson and Moses Holbrook, had infiltrated Illuminists into the Masonic Lodges of America, I decided I would find out if the fact that Pike’s mansion in Little Rock had thirteen rooms had any significance. “Thirteen’ figures prominently in Satanic, Luciferian and Cabalistic rituals, codes, and writings, etc.

My investigations produced documentary evidence to show that, because of Pike’s exceptional mental ability, he came under the notice of professors in Harvard who were members of the Illuminati, who developed in his mind the ‘idea that a One World Government, a One World Religion and a One World financial and economic system was the ONLY solution to the world’s many and varied problems.

I next discovered that his departure from Harvard was not due to lack of finances, or because of a misunderstanding with the faculty over tuition fees, but because of his ‘radical’ ideas and teachings.

When he returned home determined that he would ‘fight’ his way to the top despite all opposition, he was in a suitable frame of mind to be recruited as a ‘Minerval’ or ‘apprentice’ into the lower degrees of the Illuminati.

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Somagni Christmas afterparty (part 1 of 2)

princesandromeda:

I don’t know if they've already asked you about Somagni christmas meme. >~<

your-taxidermy:

✵ SomAgni pretty please with a cherry on top !! :)

So sorry for the delay, my friends! :) But here it is!

1. Who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?

Agni, as strange as it sounds. He just wanted to make a surprise for his prince and decorate his bedroom with plenty of beautiful light garlands – so that when the prince wakes up in the morning, it will be still dark behind the windows, but his room will be enveloped in wonderful rainbow-colored radiance (“Wow, it’s so fantastic here! Agni, you’re a miracle!”, or at least that’s how Agni had imagined this). They remind them both about the glorious Diwali (the festival of lights in India) and all the fun they had then.

But, being as always over-passionate in everything related to Soma, Agni brought too many garlands and accidentally was tangled in them – and, trying to break out, was just getting more and more wrapped. (But, since he was afraid to make noise and wake his prince up, all his attempts were unsuccessful.) Eventually, when Soma wakes up, he sees exactly what his khansama wanted him to see – but with Agni tied from head to foot in glowing garlands, absolutely helpless and staring at him with eyes wide-opened, filled with guilt.

For a whole minute they were just staring at each other, stunned and unable to speak.

“Wonderful…” whispers Soma finally, taking a step forward. Feeling the greatest relief, Agni smiled gently at his master. And in this darkness of winter morning, among these shimmering light flashes, the sparkles in the silvery eyes were indeed the most wonderful thing on Earth for Soma.

2. Who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?

Soma, but not a box but a plate full of Agni’s miraculous cookies. When Agni saw, with his eyes wide-opened, that the prince finished the entire mountain of sweets so fast, he was stunned – and even more stunned when Soma asks for more sugar in them.

3. Who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies?

As the TV sets aren’t invented yet, Soma drags Agni out to watch the merry plays of the strolling actors. Which were often played rather cheesy way, actually.

Having come to the centre of London, they were startled by all the liveliness that enveloped the city this Christmas’ eve. They enjoyed watching Twelfth Night and The Rose and the Ring, when during the middle of the latter one Soma grabbed Agni’s arm and dragged him to another stage where by far the favorite Soma’s English tale was playing. (He became fond of English literature after getting to Ciel’s home library). During the whole play Soma was staring at the stage with visible delight in his eyes. Agni did exactly the same (only he was staring this way both at Soma and at the stage). But as the story came to its sad ending, Soma got upset about it and exclaimed aloud: “This is unfair!”

Everyone in the crowd turned around to him. And the prince chuckled and declared, shining and self-assured: “We will bring the justice back! Right, Agni?”

Agni had no choice except to obey. They rose onto the stage, and Soma took the crown off the actor’s head and put it onto his own. Then he did the same with the queen’s crown and Agni. As they’ve just recently read this play, Agni knew perfectly how his prince had wanted the plot to end. Being the king, Soma started to sing, inventing the melody by himself, about his officials’ dishonesty and crimes. (The actors, puzzled, didn’t dare to argue with him and acted guilty.) Soma, being playfully strict, proclaims the fair judgement for them – an exile to foreign country.

This very moment Agni realized that these actions were exactly what the prince wanted to happen in his own country.

And then he approaches the “queen” who was supposed to be executed for not betraying the king, stands on one knee before “her” and offers “her” his hand. Agni, playing the “queen”, takes it and declares the eternal loyalty to the king. They all, along with original actors, ended up singing and dancing. The audience was in the huge delight.

At the evening, as the night falls, Soma quietly asks Agni if he liked today’s performance. “You did great”, responded Agni, taking a bow. “Then do you want everything to be real?” asks the prince, frightened a bit by this very thought. Smiling, Agni said reassuringly: “It will be real, my prince. I promise, you’ll be the greatest of the ever lived kings”. Receiving a cup of fresh tea from his hands, Soma smiled, now completely reassured, and said softly, “Only if with your help, my que… quiet nice friend and companion”.

They both smiled, not aware yet that someday this will indeed become true.

4. Who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping

Soma, because he enjoys watching his friends’ faces – happy or pleased or surprised or confused (in Ciel’s case) – when they open his gifts. Both Soma and Agni actually haven’t any secrets from their friends – so the presents they give to each other are unwrapped usually.

Actually, Agni does know what to gift to Soma in advance – even back in India Soma usually wrote some sort of wish list where he was writing everything he had wanted for holiday. Then he put it under the pillow so that Agni could “accidentally” find it – and then feel happy and proud because he guessed right with the presents for his beloved master.

Soma has a trouble. His khansama, even if asked, never tells what he really wants. (“You truly are an embodiment of kindness and generosity, master Soma, but please don’t bother yourself”). “Agni, I want you to do the wish list!” demanded Soma. And the next morning he, delighted, snuck into Agni’s bedroom and took the list out from under his pillow. “I wish…” he began reading, and then his face was distorted with surprise, “… my prince not to be so nosy?!” Having turned around, he saw Agni in the doorway, with a grin on his face. “Didn’t I tell you?” asked he gently. “My best present is your very presence beside me. I won’t ever dare dreaming of anything more”. Soma is a little bit offended initially, but then he instantly changed his expression into a playfully sneaky one.

“Really?”

Agni nodded, forefeeling that something at least unusual will happen now.

Soma chuckled and, having thrown the sheet of paper behind his back, slowly approached Agni, coming closer than he ever came. Agni froze, afraid to move. Soma stood on his tiptoes, gently put his hands on Agni’s shoulders and reached for his lips – painfully slowly. The sound of Agni’s heart beating louder and faster than ever before was the only sound in the room. Soma got closer – and in the moment when there was only a millimeter left between their lips, sharply pulled away and smiled slyly.

“Go upstairs when you'll start dreaming of something more” – and walked up to his room proudly.

Agni, astonished, stood still for a few seconds, then turned around and imperceptibly followed his master.

5. Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?

Soma, sitting on Agni’s shoulders (because the door frames in the mansion are high and the prince isn’t tall enough to do it himself). Every time he finishes, he takes his chance and kisses Agni’s temple. After they have decorated the whole house with mistletoes (“My prince, why did you bring so many of them?” “The more the better! It’s of highest importance!”), Agni carries him down carefully. The winning smile sparkles on the prince’s lips the moment before they touched Agni’s cheek.

And he does it every time they go under the doorframes. (And this is the very reason why did he decide to be creative that way.)

6. Who put christmas outfits on all the pets?

Soma and Agni both do. On the homeless pets who usually come to their doors to have some meal. (Anyone doubted that Agni feeds these poor things?) And once, trembling from a cold weather on the street, Soma suddenly feels compassion towards the poor animals, and next few evenings he and Agni spend making tiny warm outfits for their precious cats and dogs.

So, on their first Christmas holidays plenty of their little friends surrounded them, friendly meowing and barking sounded like funny tune, the hymn of generosity and friendship. And both of them suddenly realized – not that they didn’t before, but now is was as clear as never – that they want to spend their whole life like this. Stroking the big fluffy and visibly happy dog from both sides, Agni and Soma were smiling to her and to each other – and wishing that this happy time never ended.

P.S. The dog licked their faces after that, and both of them burst in laugh.

P.P.S. @your-taxidermy, you of course know what does “more sugar” mean :D