#and I'll reach the unreachable star

[absenceisaformofwinter]

"...and I'll reach the unreachable star"

[contraryclock]

stupid ass Don Quixote ramblings

hi this is my first tumblr post but i really wanted a good place to put this

spoilers for all of current limbus company, including Murder on the warp Express, the Don Quixote book (( kinda )), and a musical (( i'll get there ))

please humor this deranged rant about a character i havent read the source book of

so basically ive had a theory since Don was even teased that she's less so based on book Don Quixote and moreso based on the Man of La Mancha musical which is. an insane thing to suggest but hear me out here (( ive since changed how i word my stance to the much more mild "it will most likely delve into the themes of both works and reference both" because suggesting they would discount the book entirely is TRUE insanity ))

her quote (( from teaser tweets that i cannot find anymore? they seem like they were deleted which sucks )) was "To reach the unreachable star!" or something which is notably not a quote from the original book ((as far as im aware at least?)), and suggests. a lot i think!

One of the most notable differences between Man of La Mancha and the original Don Quixote is their tone and attitude towards Quixote. In the original text, he's shown to be a fool who is ignorant to the vastly more interesting world around him, and prefers to instead sink deeper into his delusions of reality equating to chivalric literature. This makes sense as Don Quixote was written as a parody and mockery of the genre

La Mancha is, notably, much more forgiving on Quixote's character, showing that while still a fool, and his insanity often detrimental to those around him, he is still a good person at heart and that he truly wishes to pursue this justice he posits

I usually say it as "Don Quixote is about how reality is beautiful, and La Mancha is about how sometimes one should strive to make reality a little more fantastical" although i dont know if that. is the most accurate comparison. both Don Quixote and La Mancha have a lot of themes and stuff going on

one of the things that made me scream was learning about "Miguel" being written on don's LCB combat spritesheet instead of her listed name

which if you've seen or read a summary of la mancha is a huge alarm bell

In La Mancha, the whole thing is shown as a Play within a Play

Miguel de Cerventes is sent to prison, awaiting trial by the inquisition, and is tasked with defending himself in a mock trial with the other prisoners so they dont take his belongings. His defense is Don Quixote, Man of La Mancha! With the prisoners acting out the various roles he assigns them, and him acting as the leading man, Don Quixote himself!

that was most of the things that made me think "Oh, maybe it'll be La Mancha!" and then this happened

and i sort of lost my god damned mind

because like what if this is miguel... what if shes simultaneously playing out her life as don quixote as a her delusion, and as her dream, but also as a statement...

idk but this isnt JUST about Man of La Mancha bc i think this has a few implications for how don's canto is going to go

In both don quixote and la mancha, they send someone to cure quixote of his delusions

The final thing they try is setting up an act where a "Knight of Mirrors" duels with Quixote, which ends up working.

The Knight forces Quixote to see how he is perceived by others, to see the truth that he is no knight.

ignoring the stuff with vampires and mirrors for a second, i feel like this could be more mirror world shenanigans, where either the knight IS a mirror world don quixote, or is someone who will show her mirror worlds. Whatever that will imply!!! i dont know its exciting!!!!!

Her being absurdly old and powerful, plus bloodfiends having a whole familial adjacent hierarchy makes me think theres a LOT of bloodfiends out there that would want her back

I dunno!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im insane!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to get my thoughts out before her canto actually happened so i can say that i did indeed have an opinion on this

-limbus assets taken form Lunartique's asset google drive go look at it -text written by me and not proofread

ok thanks bye dont follow me byeee byeeeeee

[deeable]

some cloti quotes because i miss them

🐬my heart races when i see cloud - it’s not because i like him that i get nervous and can’t speak well. i admire him. he’s something beautiful and out of reach. like the stars.

🐬she'd discovered that cloud - the quiet neighbor who had always seemed as unreachable as the stars - was just a normal boy like any other. she'd come to understand that she did like him. and it was that special kind of "like" the one that ties up your heart, making you yearn to be with that person for the rest of your days.

🐬just promise me one thing. when we're older, and you're a famous soldier... if i'm ever trapped or in trouble, promise you'll come and save me.

🐥i'll become tifa's strength. this is the only proof for me that i am really cloud.

🐥but you said, 'long time no see, cloud' right? those words will always support me. i am the one you grew up with. i'm cloud of nibelheim. no matter what anyone else says to me, it's your opinion that counts.

🐬words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel.

🐬but that's all right, even if no one comes back. as long as i'm with you... as long as you're by my side... i won't give up even if i'm scared.

🐥don't worry. it'll be okay. i'll make a big enough ruckus for the both of us.

🐥you're much more cheerful and strong. if you've forgotten the way you were then, i'll be there to remind you.

🐥after this... i think i'll be okay. because i have you this time.

[maydayissleepy]

With the semester ending I've got more free time but not more free energy,,, so I've been thinking about music again can't you tell

Anyway. Here's that Starset lyrics I relate to the twins post I promised like a month ago. Most of it is based on my own thoughts about them and my au tbh

And these won't include Every song in each album obviously but I do reccomend listening to them all anyway if rock is your genre

ALBUM- Transmissions

Down with the fallen- (listen recommended)

- includes guttural scream

No particular lyrics I'd like to point out, however because the lyrics suggest the singer is seeking some sort of support for uncertainty, has fallen to a low point in life, has themes of identity in war/death, I will deem it Acronix core

Halo-

While majority of the song is not stuff I'd totally associate with either of the twins, I do enjoy a few sets of lyrics for Acronix

[If it means the death of me, I won't let go]

[If you just say the word

I'll be there by your side]

Carnivore-

. Morro song actually

It has begun-

YEAH!! TWINS LORE CORE!!

[But everyone knows by now

Fairy tales are not found

They're written in the walls]

[But nothing could ever stop us

From stealing our own place in the sun

We will face the odds against us

And run into the fear we run from]

My demons-

Acronix core just by the name. I mean c'mon.

Antigravity-

Krux core just a touch, mainly because of the beginning  verse

[The more I fight, the more I work

The more I dig into the dirt

To be fed up, to be let down

To somehow turn it all around

But then fate knocks me to my knees

And sets new heights beyond my reach]

The future is now-

Just this one lyric for Krux. As a treat

[I have half a life to rewrite]

Point of no Return- (listen reccommended)

!! Acronix core fr !! A song about being drawn to fight? Absolutely

[There's a memory of how we used to be

That I can see through the flames]

[Embracing the fear, chasing the fight

The glow of the fire will light up the night

The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face

Making the past an unreachable place

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames

I know, this is the point of no return

It's uncontrollable

Such a beautiful desire

There's something sinister about the way it hurts

When I watch it burn

Because I can't go back

The ashes call my name]

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- Let it die & Telescope

ALBUM- Vessels

Satellite- (listen reccommended)

Okay for this one I'll drag my ocs into the mix, because for these specific lyrics I'd associate with Krux/Roya

[Far across the emptiness I walk the night

And search the silence in the dark you left behind]

[And I won't suppose to know why you walked away]

And. These lyrics I don't relate to anything but they're some of my favorite ever so perceive them anyway

[I seek the stars above the world to be the guides

But they all pale against the light in your eyes]

Frequency- (listen reccommended)

-Includes guttural scream

Actually. More Krux/Roya stuff

[I was scanning through the skies

And missed the static in your eyes]

[And now the silence screams that you are gone

You've tuned me out, I've lost your frequency]

[These memories

They never leave]

Into the unknown-

-includes guttural scream

The beginning verse is actually Acronix in the time vortex guys

[Dislocated

Self is fading

Falling back from what I was

Flying through existence

Tumbling towards a burning sun

Something screaming in the distance

Telling me to come

It's calling me]

Gravity of you- (! LISTEN RECCOMMENDED !)

HOLY SHITTT

Intro verse? Time twins and the iron doom.

[There's a silencing

As the machine arrives here

I feel it pulling me

I feel the past that's died here

I hear it calling me

"You can come alive here"

I hear it beckoning

Until I am inside]

[A new world is breaking]

Noww the rest of this is Acronix and Cyrus stuff for my au. Because Ow

[I feel you here with me

When all the hope has died here

It's boring holes in me

Enough to get inside]

[To fall in the star is to be nothingness

To escape is to be empty

Fall into the star and then we won't exist

Or escape into the nothing

Your sky

The beauty alone is worth it

I will risk it all to own it]

Back to the Earth-

Not much here because its mainly a song for the instrumentals, but I always associated it with Acronix in the time vortex. The end is so GOOD though. Goddamn can Starset can make a cinematic song

Last to fall-

Krux lryics? Krux lyrics.

[This world is changing

But I'm still the same]

Bringing it down- (listen reccommended)

-includes guttural scream

Ooh okay so Roya lyrics. About Krux

[There's something inside you that isn't right

There's something that haunts your dreams at night

There's something that you have lost

And you're bringing it down

You're bringing it down

On top of us]

Monster-

In a shocking turn of events, song named Monster has. Krux associated lyrics??

[I've made an art of digging shallow holes

I'll drop the darkness in and watch it grow

My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul

Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?

I've lost the parts of me that make me whole]

Telepathic- (Listen Reccommended)

Pov Acronix has a crush on Cyrus but he doesn't know what the hell that feeling IS and he thinks he just wants to be Really Good Friends with Cyrus because he's Smart

[You had me under spell right from the start

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[But I don't ever know just what we are

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[Give me the words to say to make it enough]

[Should've never felt this way

Cause you're the sun and I'm just a moon

I'm in the dark 'till you light the way]

Everglow- (you already KNOW listen reccommended)

-30. Second. Long. Scream. What more can I say

I dont even relate the lyrics to either of the twins but the scream holy hell. Immediately Acronix core

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- RICOCHET!!!!!

ALBUM- DIVISIONS

(Btw this is when they started giving each of their songs individual symbols. GOOD SOUP)

Echo-

I'm finding many more sets of lyrics for Krux rather than than whole songs like with Acronix. Probably because Starset is more themed with futuristic/Space stuff. Anyway. Specific lyrics for Krux again. And Roya. They've been on my mind alot recently ok

[I know life is a journey

So what happened to me?]

[I know life is a journey

But you gave up on me early

Tell me, why were you in such a hurry?

I don't know, I don't know]

*skips basically the entire album*

Diving Bell- (! Listen Reccommended !)

Oooooh ow wait okay Actually. Actually. Krux core. Breaking news this hits closer to how I imagine him dealing with his problems more than I ever imagined

Just. The entire song ok (except for versions with the "wake me when the new day comes" bit at the end. Ignore that)

Songs I don't particularly relate to the twins but I still recommend listening to- Other worlds than these, Faultline, Telekinetic

ALBUM- HORIZONS

Devolution- (listen reccommended :) )

-includes guttural scream

Krux lyrics yippee!

[We've been burying the pages

We've been trying to erase this

Built a wall between the truth and us

And it's not enough]

Symbiotic- (listen reccommended)

I have no good reason to call this one Acronix core but I will and you can't stop me

Dreamcatcher- (listen reccommended)

Cyrus song Actually. I relate it to how the Overlord stuff in season 3 effected him, it likely making him much more cautious about how he's developing his technology and keeping it out of the wrong hands, likely feeling a sort of duty or obligation to do so and work even harder because of the trouble it had already caused ninjago.

[I know I can't fix what's broken

If I just pretend to try

I'll follow the path I've chosen

Searching in the endless night]

Something Wicked-

-includes guttural scream

For Krux, It was mostly here for some stuff for an early draft of my au but there's still alot about it that I love

[I've been digging through the dirt that was left behind

I've been dredging through the mud for it]

[How can I tell if the sky is falling?

How can I fix what there is no mending?

How can I tell if I am not well?

I've lost myself

I have come undone]

[And all of the horses

And all of the men

Won't put it back in place

Or bury it where it had been

When all of the forces

Have been overrun

You'll whisper, serpent tongue

What you fear you have become]

Songs I don't relate to the twins but still reccommend listening to- Icarus, Infected, The Breach, and Otherworldly.

And a NOTE about Otherworldly, Has one of the song bits ever, 2:57 to 4:10. Good Soup.

I'm not gonna go into their singles or MNQN for now but perhaps in the future

[itzpris15634]

Day 6: Star Gazing

Whoops I missed a day :/ Here to catch up, though!

This time, I got one for one of my OC's. She's from the little world I've been building, though I haven't posted much about it yet. Kinda inspired by Avatar and She-Ra, its got elements and magic stuff, blah blah blah I'll talk about it when I'm more confident about the whole concept.

I did wanna try writing for it though. This is like almost 900 words so it aint too much. Hopefully it's worth your time.

===

From the moment she could properly comprehend anything, Jianne was trained for her future as Queen of Crystallis.

She was taught all the right etiquette. All the right things to say and do, and how exactly to act. How to dress and style herself properly. The right people to make friends with.

There was no time for childish daydreaming or frolicking. She had a duty to prepare for. The King wasn’t going to live forever, and Crystallis needed a monarch and Keeper to keep the magic and citizens in check.

Her future wasn’t her own anymore. Everything she said, did, and thought was for the kingdom.

…Most of the time. Not to say that she didn’t have her moments.

When the day was over and her rigid schedule done with, Jianne would retire to her room for the night, as she does. Most nights, however, she opened up the doors to the balcony, letting the evening breeze in. She’d take a deep breath of it in, and she’d feel herself relax.

Making her way outside, she’d tilt her head up and find the most lovely sight.

Stars.

Millions of pretty little dots all over the sky, twinkling and shining. Just like the shining, Crystal walls of the palace, but far out of her reach. There would always be curiosity about the forbidden or unreachable.

She’s been told stories that say that when someone dies, they become a star in the sky to continue watching over their family.

Sentimental, she figured. But she was mostly out for the stars not only because they were glittery and pretty, but also a nice change of pace compared to her day. She liked taking her time to count them, sometimes staying up all night just to do so.

Sometimes, she’d even end up falling asleep on the balcony for that. Or even sleeping at a far too late of an hour. Or a mix of both. She’d face the reprimands and anger, but she knew she’d keep going there anyway.

Later on, her studies took up more and more of her time. She rarely found time for the star gazing she loved so much. She vowed that she’d still find a way to visit them, though, even if much less than before.

-

Rumors were spreading around about the King and his deteriorating health. Around the palace staff, who’ve overheard the family’s hushed whispers of worry. It spread to the staff. Through their own families. Whoever else heard it. Crystallis found itself in a tight spot, concerned for the King.

But Princess Jianne’s18 th birthday was coming up. Such concerns were momentarily forgotten to give way for the celebration. In case her father was to die, indeed, she would at least be of age to inherit the throne.

And celebrated her birthday they did. No matter how tired or drained he seemed, her father still got up and attended the festivities. Jianne, despite her anxiousness for her dad, tried her best to keep him entertained, at least. They partied on into the night, until the stars made their way into the sky.

He seemed happy and satisfied that evening when she bid him goodnight.

He was found dead the following morning.

Jianne found herself empty. Hollow. Grief-stricken.

In the solitude of her room, Jianne let her tears flow.

She couldn’t dwell on it too long, however.

There’d be so much to attend to. The wake, the funeral…

Her coronation.

-

At some points throughout the party, Jianne found herself struggling to maintain the perfect image. Her dad, and how she felt as if some of it was her fault. Did she exhaust him too much at their dance? Why didn’t she go say hi to him in the middle of the night, or something? She wasn’t there for a proper last goodbye…

She itched to get out of the room and back to her own balcony, where she could watch the stars for as long as she wanted.

Such thoughts only lasted a short while. To her guests, she was as cool, curt, and confident, already fixing herself into her new role. She shook hands with all the right guests. Smiled and laughed at all the right moments. Said all the right things and talked about the right topics.

She had after the party to look forward to. Everyone would be gone. She’d be left to her own devices.

But for now, she was just doing her part. And she was going to do it perfectly.

-

Even after all the guests left, Jianne wasn’t done. She had quite a few things to attend to.

Actually, few was a lie.

Not only were there many incomplete duties left behind by the previous monarch, but she also had new things of her own to work on. Laws and petitions she had to read over, individual concerns, taxes, the other nations, the war…

The stars had to wait.

===

[dwoality2123]

Stars Like Freckles

You're like the stars, did you know? Maybe you've heard it a couple dozen times, I'm sure, with your countless freckles mirroring the stars. I'm sure that you've been compared to those balls of gases more than thrice in your lifetime and, surely, it'll happen again. As long as freckles dot your skin like constellation tattoos mark the sky.

You shine just as brightly as the twinkling and glinting flecks in the sky. As I stare into the calm visage of night sky, my thoughts can only circle around you. I reach out my hand as if wanting to touch the stardust.

How idiotic.

As if one can merely reach the unreachable with sheer will and desire. As if anyone is worthy enough to touch the stars...especially someone so bathed in sin as I am, so covered in the filth that I cannot even distinguish where I am underneath the grime.

I stretch my hand out and tears prick the corners of my eyes. In the patterns of the stars, I see the silhouette of you. I see your ginger hair, flowing in the wind, your cloak billowing around you like some fairy tale hero.

You turn your head and I see your dazzling grin, the corners of your lips pulled taut with the joy pouring out your pores. How easy it is for you to smile as if I never see your eyes dim and darken with insecurities and doubts and fears. How easy it is for you to smile despite baring all the scars you do.

Ironically, I will claim, with all my arrogance and pride, that I know you better than those flocking to you. Maybe in another life I can be by your side as well. In another life, I can tell you that I see you and you see me. In another life, you'll direct that smile to me without snark.

But that life is not for this universe. And I will forever be stuck in a place where I can only admire you from a far. Where I can only smile as I see your smarts at play, or when I catch the fleeting whispers of your conversations. The way you blabber on and on about things and the way you'll scold your friends and be the moral compass.

Sometimes, I will watch you and be pulled out of my paradise with reminders of what this life entails. I'll watch as you turn to me, my heart will flutter for a milisecond and my hopes will soar like eagles and my life would seem brighter, and watch the way your grin drops into a sneer and your jovial eyes will narrow with hatred and anger.

You'll sneer at me and my heart will shatter into a million pieces for the millionth time and I will put it back again as I always do, with my heart gaining another crack as it holds on in all of it's cracked and chipped and broken glory.

In another universe, you'll turn to me and smile wider. My heart will flutter. Maybe I'll stutter. But you'll be happier.

In this universe, I can only stargaze.

[mulberriesandtea]

I’m back again to just maybe note one thing because it’s probably not just 2 Yoshihides (Uji & Hell Screen) but 3 Yoshihides and 2 Hell Screens, or 3/2 ratio of Yoshihides.

We can link this to one thing: Dante’s seemingly high amount of things relating to film (see: Theater, see: film reel rewinders on chapter rewatch selection) and thus we can head to Hell Screen (1969) adaptation, in that Yoshihide is part-Korean (iirc), now, why is this kind of important?

Dongrang is Chi-Jin Yoo, Yoshihide is also someone who would know just how bad the imperialist Taishō period was and in HS1969, Yoshihide (iirc) is fighting against the Lord.

Ryōshū is the one who calls out Dongrang to Yi Sang, Ryōshū is the one who finds him completely and utterly detestable wretch, etc, with what coincidental evidence we have of Dante and film, and what Ryōshū is in HS1969 - we could possibly have 3 Ryōshūs all blended into 1 Ryōshū.

HEY WAIT AND WE DO HAVE EVIDENCE THAT SOMEONE ELSE DEFINITELY IS A COMBINATION OF THE ORIGINAL AND ADAPTION

Don Quixote for sure is a combination of Don Quixote and Man of La Mancha- Her weapon name being "Impossible Dream" and her quote being "To reach the unreachable star!" both correlate more to Man of La Mancha- so it's not far out to say you could be right. I think it begs the question though that if it's true for Ryōshū and Don Quixote, who else? Sorry anon if this answer is not super satisfying I will let you know that I am shaking a bit in excitement over this this all is absolutely fascinating to me and I think you've already made some really really interesting connections.

Could you elaborate a bit on the fighting the lord part? I'll definitely watch the movie sometime soon, I'm just curious as to what you mean.

[rose-madder-gaze]

A year and a week - 372 poems - now all in one PDF:

ertylerex .itch.io/day-poetry ko-fi .com/s/dcf40775bb patreon .com/posts/day-poetry-2023-78041331

If you give it a read (or just like these excerpts), let me know what you think. ID and transcripts are under the cut:

Image description: A crop of the cover of my poetry compilation. It is a photograph of a sun-gilded storm cloud swelling behind shadowed clouds. The text reads Day Poetry, a complete poem-a-day diary by ABV. The poem excerpts are as follow:

May 9, 2022 Even after all this time and change, I'll tell you who I am in every certain term I have, If you come to me through the ivory gate, Know that I wear a crown of horn; Put your arm around me if you will, I am the shade that you recall, If my voice can reach you still, listen well, I mean not to deceive, not to mislead, not to withdraw; You will leave me one more time, And not look back before you reach the door, Whosoever leads you now is no shade of mine, If she remains, I am no more.

End first poem. The second poem follows:

June 26, 2022 I do not know about intelligent design. In an ultra-high-definition photograph of a bee, I can see its salt-fired face, I know what techniques to recreate it with On paper, canvas, woodblock, but I have a reference point, and, anyway, They've been drawing bees for eight thousand years. When a light falls evenly across my face, halving it, I can marvel At the hidden symmetry, the same as a seedpod, as a mountain, as two near stars That I see and think, how perfect, that I can reflect in my work and think, too prefect. When an egg balances on a spatula, when a leaf balances atop the water, Rock atop rock, world atop the turtle, yes, When water and wind make music, a kitten and fox sound human, When the word comes after eight thousand years of language, the light comes after Eight thousand light-years of distance, when I am half shadow, I know all things, I see what it is, name it, I walk around among them on Earth, which is everything, Two near stars in my mind, receiving the light.

End second poem. Third poem follows:

July 22, 2022 You will pull me out of the water and not find the end of me 'til morning; I kneel in the bottom of the boat, teeth like embers in my mouth; Your hands are cold.

End third poem. Fourth poem follows:

November 9, 2022 If I had five people I could trust, this would be different, But I withdraw trust as easily as I fall asleep, I lay in the dark listening and wondering, do snowflakes make a sound as they fall through the air, or only when they hit the ground?

Trudging through the snow alone, I fold my hands over my eyes against the light like my heart closing, Every stride sours the stomach to think of them needing turned aside, This would be different, this would be done, this shovel makes a dull thud against the ice and my arms shake, do they make a sound as they cut through the air, or only when they hit the ground?

End fourth poem. Fifth poem follows:

December 15, 2022 Wind's outside, content to have all the world, save me, And winter, SHE DOES TURN IN HER SLEEP, softly, pianissimo, Will she wake to find me here? Won't she, and know me, And know the loss I suffer even as SHE GIVES ME BACK THE LIGHT, slowly, adagissimo, That was stolen before she ever woke? We are always meeting at the end.

End fifth poem. Sixth poem follows:

January 27, 2023 One more absurd use of time, gone ahead with nothing to bring back, I didn't plan this far ahead, my hopes are as far-flung as that star that just went supernova, unreachable, (meaning) I cannot fold my mind around the thought of distance into any shape that means anything, I've travelled the same highway both ways for two decades already without ever once wanting (wanting) to be anywhere else, is that ambition? My understanding can unfold outward and take sympathetic forms without knowing how one end of the crease connects me to anything else, just like a hope of a plan and the supernova a star never thinks of becoming, (but then) I'm burnt down to a fine, soft powder that darkens the hand and shines just a little in the sun.

End ID.

[taevisionceo]

💭 #ThoughtInTheNight YOU STEPPED INTO MY LIFE AND YOU TOOK ME IN YOUR ARMS WITH TENDERNESS. NOW MY LIFE IS FULL OF LOVE, JOY AND HAPPINESS. YOU'RE MY SHINING STAR, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE… I WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH YOU… TO BE ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE. YOU BRING MEANING TO MY LIFE. I OWE EVERYTHING TO YOU… YOU'RE MY LIFE. I BLESS THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN. HERE'S MY LOVE FOR YOU… MY BIG LOVE. A LOVE WITHOUT MEASURE AND UNCONDITIONAL. MY LOVE FOR YOU, IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO BECAUSE I ADORE YOU, YOU MAKE ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE… IT'S A ROAD FULL OF DREAMS AND FANTASIES… BECAUSE I SPEND MY DAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU, DREAMING OF YOU…. YOU'RE MY IMPOSSIBLE DREAM. IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BECAUSE YOU HAVE AWAKENED INSIDE ME FEELINGS OF PURE AND TRUE LOVE… IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO, TO FEEL ALIVE AND HAPPY. THAT WAS MY QUEST… AND I'LL ALWAYS DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM… A LIFETIME TRYING TO REACH THE UNREACHABLE STAR. MY LITTLE GIRL… YOU’RE SWEET AND WONDERFUL… BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT. BELLE IS THE ONLY WORD. I LOVE YOU AND I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ❤

[imaginesomethingrand]

"The Impossible Dream (The Quest)"

To dream the impossible dream,

To fight the unbeatable foe,

To bear with unbearable sorrow,

To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong,

To love pure and chaste from afar,

To try when your arms are too weary,

To reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest,

To follow that star

No matter how hopeless,

No matter how far.

To fight for the right

Without question or pause,

To be willing to march

Into hell for a heavenly cause.

And I know if I'll only be true

To this glorious quest

That my heart will be peaceful and calm

When I'm laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,

That one man scorned and covered with scars

Still strove with his last ounce of courage.

To fight the unbeatable foe.

To reach the unreachable star.

Andy Williams - The Impossible Dream (The Quest) Lyrics | AZLyrics.com

I mean... if this doesn't define Navalny idk what does.

[sexydarkchocolatesposts]

Lantern Distance is relative to the starting point. From where Clark was standing you were light years away. Even further from than his decimated planet; you were completely and utterly unreachable. Arm strung onto Wayne's arm smile brightening up the room as the cameras all flashed at you. All eyes in the room in your direction enamored by you. Including him in that moment his powers did him no good for all the talk of him being a deity he was well and truly mortal as all he could do was watch as you passed by into the event. Sure he could rush towards you in the blink of an eye. Set himself apart from all the rest by imbedding himself into your subconscious. He could, but he could barely breathe and he'd almost missed the snapshot of you. In this moment he was powerless, divinity turned man. He nearly died when Wayne introduced you to him. Your gentle grip perfect in comparison to his awkwardly stiff one. Struggling to control his strength, desperately holding back the urge to rip your glove off and feel your skin. Breaths suppressed before they became ragged. He smiled because that's all he could do smile and hope to rao you didn't notice how every fibre of his being was drawn to you. How every single cell yearned for you. When you smiled back his heart filled with joy as he said his name. "Pleasure to meet you Clark but unfortunately it has to be cut short. I'm obligated to mingle with a few more guests but I'll hopefully see you again before the festivities end, and again it's been a pleasure. Bye Tommy." As you walked away the two men watched before Clark broke the silence. "Tommy?" "Thomas, it's my middle name." Clark looked at Wayne incredulously. Who only looked back straight faced. Shrugging he continued. "Bit odd Bruce Thomas Wayne is going around giving his middle name. Let alone allowing nicknames. What will the press think." Playful smirk on his lips he glanced at Bruce who shrugged. "Press talk." "Normally it annoys you." "She's not normal." His hand gripped the wine glass he was sipping on slightly causing a crack. Luckily Bruce's eyes were wandering around the room. "She's not?" "Childhood friend." He gently sighed at he loosened around the glass and took a sip. "They've simply run out of things to say at this point." Walking away Bruce turned back and said: "goodnight Clark try not to break anymore glasses" and with that he walked off. Eyes glancing around the room he swerved conversation and people as he pursued you. You had walked a considerable distance away from the crowd. It would take him microseconds to cross him but the distance felt immeasurable. Finally having caught up to you he glanced up in awe as your silhouette glowed from the moonlight and city lights. Sparkling more beautiful than any star he'd ever seen. Suddenly feeling the urge to close the distance he stepped closer hand reaching out to touch your exposed arm finally gaining contact which he'd been yearning for all night he reach out and... (part 2. I know you guys are tired off me starting stuff off and not finishing it i have a problem and i am adressing it but as i am hyperobsessing on this man currently so expect a whole lot more to come. Check out my other fanfics and yeah if you're really feeling me comment your continent of residence just curious where majority of readers come from)

[clockworkdragonffxiv]

To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong To be better far than you are To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To be willing to give when there's no more to give To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest

That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars, Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star

A narrative trope that really speaks to me is a character taking on an impossible challenge, an unbeatable enemy, knowing that success is almost unthinkable, and doing it anyway because there's something worth fighting for, that it's the right thing to do, that the smallest chance is still a chance and going down swinging is better than forfeiting your right to say no, this is wrong.

I think there's something very human and very hopeful in that tenacity, in taking stock of a shit situation (a shituation, if you will,) and saying "well, if nobody else is going to tell you to fuck off, it may as well be me," and doing your damnedest to punch an unstoppable force in the face.

[rayelishuman]

print("hello world") // some last words

it was your first relationship, and i should've known better than thinking you were "the one"; we are still so young, and there is still so much to learn about life and who you choose to share it with. we used to love each other, i think. it was so puppy love-esque, and i enjoyed it while it lasted. those were the days we followed each other into every room the other entered, held hands for every street we crossed. we kissed in every empty room and for every bad day i had, you were there to rub circles into my hand and tell me the things i wanted to hear. i pushed you towards the world, and you pushed me towards the stars; you were, perhaps, everything i had ever wanted for that brief, 2-month period we were an item. there was never a moment where i doubted what i felt.

now that it is gone, i have given myself 30 days to grieve. someone once said that grief was just love without a place to go, and i feel the love i have for you leaking out of me for every second i remember to miss you. for each day i choose to wallow in my sadness, i am drowning in the thoughts of what could've been. and no— do not mistake this sadness as me wanting you to come back. on the contrary, i know what we were and i know where we'd go. i know what we're capable of together and i know now that i would never be satisfied in settling for that.

but you were nice to hold while you were mine, and it is so easy to slip back into old habits: you. i wonder if relapsing feels like stealing chocolates from my parents' room to give to you, but remembering too late that we are over. that i will meet someone from your hometown, and i'll open up our messages so i could ask you only for me to realize that we are no longer together. for every flash of black and yellow, or that sanrio character you liked so much, it hurts and the pain is unreachable. before, when i missed you, all i had to do was tell you and you would be there. but now, i am forced to fill that void with other vices, other people. when i crawl into a conversation with someone new, i look for shrapnel of you and i bleed all over again.

yet if there is anything i do not want back, it's you. not you, again. you have changed me beyond recognition and i no longer know myself; give me time to. i can't pinpoint the exact moment you stopped loving me, but i remember you got complacent. you figured my stupid little heart out and how it only wanted you and whatever you had to offer. when you had something to say about us, you could say it to everyone except me. you kept getting lost but expected me to keep finding you, every single time. and i did, but it was so tiring; the idea horrified me, honestly. the fact that loving you became a burden, a chore. but you didn't love me the same anymore, and i wasn't the only person who saw that.

i ended it because you couldn't. don't say i never cared about you when my pen bleeds for you every hour i do not see you reaching out. but that's the problem, see? you didn't bother chasing after what you lost. i served as a lesson to you; to not wait until people are gone to fully appreciate their worth.

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

The Impossible Dream

I imagined a kickass fade, between kid Naruto and Naruto the Hokage with the line "To dream the impossible dream..."

And individually the line has a lot of weight behind it. And it would kick ass.

But it's wrong, though. Because by the time Boruto rolls around Naruto has gotten everything.

The song is about someone who doesn't succeed. It's about the nobility of fighting on when you can't win.

This is about Rock Lee, and Might Guy. That is, the people whose dreams actually turned out to be impossible and had to keep living their lives with some dreams unfulfilled. The ones who never quite measured up, no matter the challenge. But who never gave up no matter the challenge, either.

If you've watched Naruto, you can probably immediately fill in favorite scenes for each line.

To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To stand when your legs are too weary To run where the brave dare not go

This is my quest: to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To fight for the right without question or pause To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true to my glorious quest that my heart can lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest. And the world will be better for this; that one man, scorned and covered in scars still fought, with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable star.

[pixyys]

no longer human

what's this? dazai osamu x lawyer! reader

the moon is beautiful. but then again, it is beautiful because it is unreachable and far away, right?

warnings. spoilers for S4 / cannibalism aftermath arc, swear word, alcohol, dazai changing personalities like me changing my drafts :')

best read as continuation of objection hearsay! (buraiha part) and crime and punishment. but you can vibe along either way! hehe

"ooh, [name]! is that your law firm?" dazai points at a building that looks less flamboyant among the other brightly lit establishments.

"yeah. come to think of it. i wonder why they're putting a law firm in ginza out of everywhere."

yes, you are currently in ginza, tokyo; getting yourself swooped away from the comforting confines of yokohama by none other but one of your charming coworkers. one that had saved your life, actually. had dazai didn't call you that time, you don't want to know if you will still be standing here.

despite all that, he was the one who was adamant on treating you to 'some place nice.' claiming you've done a good job in both the last devastating case, as well as representing the falsely accused kunikida that has already gotten released from prison not long before this.

raising your head, the artificial lights outshine the early stars in the dusk sky. you just went on an impromptu trip to another city —an expensive city famous for its entertainment district— with a close coworker of yours. doesn't that sound like a romantic getaway you get to see in metropop novels?

in the dark, the colorful electric lights from the tall skyscrapers, opulent malls, and restaurants alike glow like mesmerizing gemstones. but dazai doesn't stop his steps.

"you know, if i knew you're taking me to ginza, i would've dressed for the occasion."

"don't worry, bella," he glances at you leisurely, "i'm sure you look stunning either way."

ridiculous. utterly ridiculous. you're not some rosy cheeked, lovesick highschool student. a conveniently charming coworker who also conveniently saved your life happened to conveniently invite you to a private outing with him. so what? that's what coworkers do! but more importantly-

"..who's bella?" a sister? a past lover? you tread carefully. ready to retreat in a safe distance should the man walking in front of you recoils and refuses to let down his walls further.

for a moment, you can only hear the sound of your steps, accompanied by muffled sounds of ads in billboards and night clubs opening early.

"..nevermind." dazai sounds uncharasterically exasperated —not a tone you normally hear.

the 'some place nice' dazai brought you to is somewhere less lively and more secluded, down a flight of stairs to what seems to be a conspicuous basement. being lead to such place, alone with the bandaged man, you could've started feeling cautious or uncomfortable, had it not for the fact that this route feels vaguely familiar.

"oh!" you exclaim as the neon sign reaches your line of sight.

"hm? been here before?"

"kind of?" you give your companion a taciturn nod, "if i remember correctly, i read about a good, but not particularly well-known bar. i wanted to go here back when i was still in law school."

dazai just softly hums, "figures."

the insides of the bar are of subdued colors of classic brown. its old fashioned interiors give off an antique vintage aesthetic. the space is adequately lit that it's enough to navigate your way and observe some of the decorative trinkets. but it's also not so bright that it hurts your eyes. this is the kind of establishment that gets more alive as the sun sinks further.

"i think i'll just have some coffee," you mutter as you observe the twinkling glass displayed near the red-vested bartender.

"geh!" dazai groans, "we've gotten all this far and you're getting coffee?"

you shrug, "i don't think i've told you. but it gets pretty messy when i drink too much."

"ahh.. well, you have a point."

sheesh. you make yourself comfortable on one of the stools. you might not be the best with alcohol, but you only took one shot out of formality back at SS. Zelda with all the agency people. it shouldn't have been that bad.

the short span of time while the bartender tinkers with your orders is filled with comfortable silence. the tinkling sound of glass and liquid being poured give you a sense of familiarity —like back at cafe uzumaki. not after a long while, your coffee is out, and dazai gets his beer. but he's just listlessly staring at your beverage —which adds to the pile of unusual behavior dazai has been displaying this whole afternoon.

"what's wrong?" you decide to play down your worry, "changed your mind about the coffee?"

if it was ranpo, and this coffee is a parfait, he would've jumped at the opportunity and gobbled your whole share. but this is dazai, who you never really hang out with, nor get to know better.

"no, i'm good," he chuckles, flicking the rim of his glass. "this just reminds me of the old days."

"old days? you used to come here often?"

"..yeah." he breathes out. if you notice the hesitation, you chose to not ask. "with some close friends," he continues.

"oh."

oh. you could've said something better. maybe something less passive. but you could never know with dazai. you're not even sure whether he —or yourself— really wants you to know about his past.

"well, i'm honored to have you take me here. does that mean i'm your close friend too?" you decide to skirt around the matter.

after setting his glass on the table, dazai momentarily sets his attention to the ceiling. his eyes are wide as if you just told him that dragons are real and are currently wrecking nowadays modern cities.

which they aren't, right?

"a close friend? that's one way to say it," he closes his eyes, expression softening to a relaxed smile.

"then, tell me, close friend," he turns his seat to face you. "do blessed people deserve to live?"

well, damn.

dazai always talks about methods of dying and all the things about suicide. you figure you'll have to get him some therapist to deal with his philosphical questions someday. you just didn't expect they'll come this soon.

"as for how you use 'your blessings,' well, you've gotten this far. so i figure you've found the answer to that one." dazai trails off, not minding your lack of response.

"let's see. then, i'll just answer that question for you," he doesn't stop. leaving you in a stupefied confusion with a cup of coffee barely drank. "they do deserve to live. it depends on how they use it. your blessings are not your fault."

now, that one rings a bell. no, rings a gong.

'your blessings are not your fault.' you knew there were more strings of sentences to that. but that particular sentence has been serving as a jargon that kept you going —from your young days of almost giving up until your most recent case regarding the falsely accused kunikida. your blessings are not your fault, so long as you work hard to use it to save people.

it has been simple, but life-changing words for you. yet, they were as motivating as they were anonymous. you've never really managed to grasp where you heard or read such saying from. a song? a book? some newspaper?

you take a more perceptive glance at the interiors of bar lupin, and everything comes into place. who knows you could only find the answer you've been looking for only after years later?

"dazai, was it you all along?"

the man sizes you up silently. to your eyes, he looks like a wise sage having his 'yes, it is i,' moment with his pupil. only after a few seconds of silence did he breathe out a sigh, "who knows?"

"so it is you!" you smile in excited glee. "you should've said something when i first joined the agency, geez."

(so you didn't remember everything, didnt remember that person).

dazai shows something akin of a raw downcast expression for a brief moment. but it could have been the beer you ended up caving-in to not long after.

for the next hour, you stayed at the bar: a half of it reminiscing about your school days and how you wound up in bar lupin out of other places; another half occupied by you prodding dazai about this mysterious 'bella' person and half listening to him ramble about apparently, the existence of this poisonous plant named 'belladonna,' as well as more double suicide offers using said plant.

a part of you couldn't really believe this concerning man was the same one who gave you an uplifting, life-encouraging words of wisdom. but you suppose it'll always be like that with dazai. you are sure atsushi can agree with you in a heartbeat.

"ah, it's gotten a bit too late," you glance at your wristwatch. "i was thinking of hopping a train and catch up with my parents for a bit.."

"your parents?!" dazai gasps, "bella, i know we're close. but don't you think this is too early? i'm not ready-"

"..nevermind," you return that 'uncharasterically exasperated' tone dazai gave you this afternoon.

retiring for the night, you excuse yourselves and thank the bartender, making sure to leave a little tip for making him put up with dazai's suicidal rambles.

as you walk through the late evening of ginza, side by side among the bright lights of worldly entertainments, you steal a glance at your eccentric coworker's side profile.

"thanks," you mumble out in a voice he might, or might not hear. for what, you're not sure. for saving your life? for inviting you in this getaway? for unveiling the identity of your mysterious motivator? for making that kind of expression like he has something more to say, but regretfully decides not to?

yet again, it could have been the alcohol. but he looks hauntingly beautiful. beautiful like the moon shining rays of soft glows that trail on his delicate, somewhat somber visage. unusual, you thought. but beautiful, nevertheless. but then again, the moon is beautiful because it's unreachable and far away, right?

note. you're a bit dense here, but the pining and slow burn is there if you squint hard enough :)

!spoilers! not long after this, this funny bandage man will get sent to prison to have some little mind game with another haha funny rat man. so if he wants to know if someone else remembers —or if he wants to help you remember— about the legacy of a close friend who has helped you both in going through life, it will have to be now.

i hope this make sense. i'm just vibing with those japanese citypop playlists throughout writing this haha

i wish the "blessing" thing was some clever literature reference, but it's just from this song and i thought, "hey, let's just use this!" then realized i've been mishearing the lyrics lmao

[saarasabaku]

DMC OC Week

Day 7

So today's the final day of the event and since Saara's canon partner has been reveled it's time for a little glimpse into... The inevitable. Thus I present you with a poem, I'll leave it to y'all to figure out what its about.

I'm sorry in advanced lol :3

The Robin and The Star

Your lips are but a memory to me now One I can't forget One I wish I could

But that would mean to lose And that is something I'd rather not do

So I'll take the hauntings All the little ghosts of you Just to keep you closer

Because now You are so much further

A star in a sky I can't reach

It's impossible for me to go there Oh how I wish I could Just to see you

But I know if I did that I'd never leave

There is far too much for me here Stuff that I can't leave behind So how could you?

No, it is not your fault It never was I know you would have stayed… If you could

What is to happen when a bird thinks it can play with stars?

There are reasons for the space between us And now we must deal with the consequences

Icarus

And yet… There is no regret Only sadness A void in the place you should be

The pain A constant remainder I am not allowed to forget what I lost

The fact that you are gone Will never be lost to me

A pain that will never heal with time The March will just take everything else if I let it

But not that Not this

And why not? Why must I suffer? Was what I did such a sin?

Not quite

How could I have prevented such a thing?

Excuses

Selfishness Indulgences will get me nowhere There was nothing anyone could have done For you

We are all so powerless Me most of all

So strong Yet so weak

What's the point of all this strength If I can't stop people from leaving

Why did you have to go? Now I'm all alone…

Now instead of Stars The little Bird chases after memories After ghosts Echoes Shadows Longing to take to the skies again But the scars from her play preventing

So when night falls She sits Gazing up at the unreachable The unattainable

Longing to play amongst them once again