#and mourning bride

[saynajaye]

pining for you; hanahaki

[orionchildofhades]

Andrew Minyard, Literature Major ("Hell hath no fury" , "Jean Valjean") getting a PhD just to piss off Aaron so they're both Dr. Minyard is just--

[gothpossums]

you hold it, you hold it, you let it go

[anglerflsh]

Reluctant Symbol

[the-nation-of-today]

You're the one born to save

[gingermintpepper]

I know everyone knows the story of Actaeon and how he met a terrible fate by stumbling upon Artemis bathing in her forest but did you know that Actaeon was Apollo's grandson? That his father was Aristaeus, lord of the bees and the rustic arts and his mother was Autonoe, daughter of Cadmus and princess of Thebes?

Did you know he was trained by Chiron? That he was considered a hunter so skilled his talent was considered divine, that he was his parents' only child and that he was loved?

Did you know the grief that consumed the household when word of Actaeon's fate reached them? That Cadmus cut his hair, that Harmonia wept and was disconsolate and that his parents... well, Autonoe walked the length of the forest, keeping a sharp eye out for her son, but all she saw were the scattered bones of a fawn. Aristaeus too, had heard his son was torn apart and so fruitlessly, foolishly searched for the bones of a man. (There was none to be found)

Did you know that it was Actaeon's ghost, unhappy and unburied, trapped on the earth, who leaned over his sleeping father and told him of his fate? "You will not find me as you knew me, gather me as a stag." And Aristaeus immediately woke his wife and told her the truth, and together they grieved all the night long.

(Did you know that this is why Aristaeus abandons Boeotia? He could not stand the sight of it and so he went to Ceos. And there he slayed the dog-star. And there he became a healing wind. All in the name of his only son, that foolish, beloved Actaeon.)

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Henri Martin - Mystic Scene, 1895.

[crowtoed]

What if instead of an age difference argument Mourn Watch!Rook and Emmrich cut locks of one anothers' hair the night before the Big Battle.

[heartshapedbiersack]

sumerian records (derogatory) release the night ep on vinyl and my life is yours

[sunthroughdarkclouds]

[scrawnytreedemon]

Writing for this ZelZant fic I've been working on-and-off since mid-June. God these two are so fun to bounce off each other-- Not even romantically at this point, just gritting pleasantries through their teeth while simultaneously having moments of curiosity.

[I'm gonna continue rambling under the cut in case this gets very long, lol <3]

To grab some stuff directly from Discord chats:

It's just. They're so soooo. Twilight Princess' whole baseline is power, who gets it, what they do with it, and what that entails, and I find these two in particular to be especially fun in this regard, since they're both trying to project an aura of legitimacy moreso than the other main characters(Link is an Ordon goatherd who has to take up power but is not to use it beyond this liberatory purpose, Midna hides her true nature as Twilight Princess and doubts herself even as her status is crucial, Ganondorf wants to throw everything out because he recognises the whole institution as corrupt even as this version of him gestures to divine mandate as proof of his own competency, ect.).

Zelda is the would-be monarch of Hyrule, a bloody institution that, even if not responsible for the banishment of the Twili themselves, are heavily implied to have enacted genocide on the Gerudo, whom I consider Zant(and Midna!) diaspora of. At the same time, Zant himself is undeniably a cruel, oppressive figure not only robbing Zelda of her birthright, but all of Hyrule of its freedoms. He's a strongman dictator, hyped up on religious fervour and tight-lipped egomania.

This is by no means a super deep or particularly "great" exploration of the topic, but for me, in this little context, this weird topsy-turvy dynamic is fascinating. Historically, Zelda's ancestors were the ones doing the oppressing, but in the here and now Zant is trying to enact it upon her, while also leveraging this paternalistic, politely-misogynistic affect. It's everything he should, in theory, stand-against, but Zant for all his talk is nothing but an opportunist.

(He has no morals, he has no values-- He really is a Tory! My god 😭)

But like, despite all that, I do think the ways in which they are similar lend themselves to a degree of chemistry nevertheless. I think even without the backdrop of war and conquest, it'd remain stilted, and they'd still have issues with each other... But, oh!

They're fascinating. They remind me of those late-19th century early-20th not-quite-aristocratic couples forreal. Fucked up. Love that for them <3

[usagimen]

               𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝?

Kobayashi Sayuri, Special Grade Sorcerer

            The enigma of the Kobayashi Clan, her origin story is shrouded in tragedy && a tale older than the land the family resides on. Beneath a sea of violet, Sayuri is fabled to be the only daughter of her lineage to break tradition && find herself at Tokyo Tech in a political gamble. From there forth, she would discover the familiarity of love && companionship through her peers, wishing to guard this precious freedom with the entirety of her heart, she swore to denounce the God within her && cave a legend of her own. A body to rival that of stone, with an even greater fortitude, she became known as the God Hand Sorcerer. In the ruins of Shibuya, through the midst of the flames, Sayuri weaponized the grief within her heart to claim ascension to Godhood. In a torrent of fury, sorrow && utmost agony for her failure, she commanded the firestorm becoming an inferno && transcending the limits of what a Kobayashi woman could be. Neither cursed nor blessed, she was the scale of judgment in the veil of darkness only the Eclipse could bring. She would never utter the monikers of the Honored One’s awakening, instead, her hymn was a warning; in this life one should not fear the abyss, but I alone, for now you will witness true horror.   

[agstricker18]

Andy Biersack wallpapers pt 2!

[spotsupstuff]

What does your header mean? And I don’t mean that in a “I was too lazy to use a translation app” way, but in a “it sounds like a reference to something or maybe a poem but I’m not sure” kinda way…

i'll give my own translation too, but let it be known to you that i am genuinely happy that you clarified you're not asking in the "too lazy to try n look myself" way

it translates to "I won't wash my hands for a little while, I don't want to take the pollen from your skin away from myself" and it's a lyric from the czech song called Skládanka (Little Puzzle, i think) by Jan and František Nedvědovi. the song is about waking up with your lover in the bed, it's a lazy slow morning and you don't want to get up but you have to part because the world needs you in work. it's basically just singing about how endlessly the singer loves his wife, that he just wants to be with her

my other favorite lines from it are!: • "Snad se mi zdáš, nebo nechápu nic, snad jsem jen blázen, co chtěl by víc, ty můj vánku, skládanko hezká z kouzelnejch chvil." // "Perhaps I'm just imagining you, or I don't understand nothing, perhaps I'm just a fool, which would want more, my breeze, beautiful little puzzle made of magical moments." • "A tvoje tvář je plná stop mých, začnu se bát, jestli to moje rád ti neublíží." / "And your face is full of my traces, I start to fear, if that loving of mine won't harm you."

while not my all time favorite song from them (that would be Růže z Papíru, translating to Rose made of Paper, or Tulácký Ráno, translating to uhh... Tramp in the Morning maybe???), Nedvědi translated n also wrote n then sung songs that i've all found out about from my parents when i was very little. their songs just remind me of the good times from my childhood

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Sounds pretty familiar, don't it, Junie?" Wilhelm commented with a little grin as he took a seat in his rocking chair, Randall moving to sit beside Emily as June replied warmly, "That it does-I met my husband when I was working at the little hotel here in town." Another one of her many efforts to scrape together enough money to putting her through nursing school, but she remembered it fondly on account of how it brought her and her future husband together.

"I stopped here in town looking for a room, and found myself with a girlfriend instead!" Wilhelm grinned-he hadn't expected to put down roots in New Orleans, but between the lovely maid he got talking to outside of work and the beauty and culture of the city, he felt it was a wonderful place to settle down. And all because he walked into the first hotel he saw after getting off the bus!

"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" June laughed as she stood up and started towards the kitchen, saying, "I know you two had dinner already, but is there anything I can get you, anything to eat or drink?"

"Don't worry about it, Ma, I was just gonna grab myself a glass of water," Randall assured her as he too stood up, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, encouraging her to sit back down as he looked back to Emily, asking, "Do you want one too?"

[the-nation-of-today]

THE DEVIL LIES ALONE