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throughtrialbyfire · 1 year ago

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i'm a day late yet again, but its that time of the week!!

firstly, thank you to the phenomenal @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer for tagging me this week!! <33

secondly, i'm tagging the lovely @orfeoarte @aphocryphas @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook @polypolymorph @viss-and-pinegar @totally-not-deacon @gilgamish @wildhexe and you!! cant wait to see what you've all been up to this week!!

i'm working on "Cycle of the Serpent", chapters 27 and 28 right now! i'm going to share a tiny snippet from both. they're in extremely rough draft form at the moment, but i'm happy with the direction i'm taking them as i send athenath into meridia's temple >:3c

i'm also going to share a snippet from my Dragonborn Frothar fic, "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"! i've not gotten much deeper into it, i'm afraid, but i am enjoying working with this character a lot <3

chapter 27

"Listen," Emeros began in a steady voice, "there's certainly been a mistake. We're not Daedra worshippers, nor do we want anything to do with them. We're simply returning an object to it's rightful place, which would certainly prevent any other Daedra worshippers from finding it and enacting the will of…" "Meridia," the shorter Vigilant manage out. "This is the temple to Daedric Prince Meridia." "Right," Emeros nodded, "then if we return this and leave, that should be satisfactory. We've no intent to continue with the will of Meridia, we're simply putting things back where they belong. That's certainly something understandable, is it not?" "No," the taller Vigilant scoffed, "you've been carrying a Daedric artifact with intent to fulfill the wish of a Daedric Prince. In our eyes, that makes you on the same level of their worshippers." Emeros gave an agitated look to Wyndrelis, as if to ask if the Dunmer was hearing the same things he had just heard. "We've no intent to worship her, I can assure you. In fact, our friend-" he moved his hand in the direction of Athenath, "is a devotee to Mara! You've got the sense, I'm certain, to see how that makes him the opposite of a Daedra worshipper." "Anyone who does the will of-" Before the Dunmer Vigilant could finish her sentence, Athenath set the beacon in place, all five figures watching as a beam of light shot from the stone ground. Stumbling back, the Vigilants cursed and sputtered as Athenath stepped away from the statue, the pillar of light lifting the beacon into the hands of the statue.

Athenath stumbled. The world fell away and reformed under them, a new world, the same one, what did it matter? It swayed under his feet, the skies turned to melting gelatin, the clouds brandished heavy lights into their weary eyes. ------- As the world came back to him one piece at a time, he took in the sight before them. Emeros and Wyndrelis, poised in a standoff with the Vigilants. A faint, high humming thrilled the air, nerves spiking the hair on the back of their necks like an electric current run through the five at the statue's foot. Emeros gave one glance back at Athenath, Wyndrelis thickening a spark of magicka into his palm, blue against his fingertips. The Dunmer, too, turned his white irises back to the shorter of the trio, pupils landing dark, scrutinizing pinpricks against the Altmer's apprehension. Wordlessly, they understood. Athenath sprinted down from the statue's footing as lightning sprouted from Wyndrelis' hand, the sounds of battle raging above as they hopped from the stone down to another, until they landed squarely on the ground with a thud, the light of Meridia and the high-pitched whine it radiated calling to him. Pushing open the doors to the temple, they silently prayed to Mara, a plea of understanding. That she would show her compassion, and look down upon her devotee not with revulsion at the Daedric tampering in his fate, but with warmth, with love, with knowing how it was to be backed into a corner. The light of Meridia burned, the shadows split aside, and Athenath pushed forward into the ruined depths.

chapter 28

A foul air hung low around Athenath, thick in the darkness of the temple. Moss overpowered the stones, darkness shrouded in its blinding power, and the stench of decay wafted into the Altmer's senses. Athenath pressed their sleeve to his nose, forcing himself not to gag at the odor. He stepped forward, flinching as the noises of battle shredded the once-quiet air above them, using their sword to break apart spiderwebs that threaded through the temple's corners and crevices. The hair on the back of their neck prickled, skin bumping, spine aching with the all-too-familiar dread that sent a shiver down the column. The lit braziers up ahead offered both peace and terror. A presence had been here. The dark, then, seemed safer than the figure they knew lurked deeper in the temple. Still, he pushed one foot ahead of the other, against stone steps worn and slicked by the ages, into the depths of Meridia's temple, despite the chill radiating around them.

"Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"

Frothar slashed away at the straw dummy before him, an intensity flaring in his eyes brighter than before, Nelkir's words ringing in his head. The promise of someone who could cover for him. It was almost too good to be true. The rumors perfumed the castle thickly of a dragon, nesting somewhere inside Whiterun Hold. Irileth had been debating the chance to dispatch a unit of guards to check it out, but Proventus and his father advised against it. His father. Frothar tore his helmet off and placed it aside. His father, who feared to lose him, an understandable fear. His father, who forbade him from getting involved in anything too dangerous, afraid to let Frothar out into the world, to watch his son get hurt, to watch his son burn up in the suns of the mountainous province. The Jarl, decorated war veteran, afraid to let Frothar so much as pick up a sword in the name of defending their Hold. He winced at the thought. Did Balgruuf not believe in him? Did the Jarl think he wasn't capable? Frothar had been trained by only the finest soldiers in Whiterun, from Great War veterans to young and talented people whose leadership was prized within the ranks of their guards. Irileth herself had tutored him in the art of wielding a blade, of stalking quietly, of keeping his head level, knowing when to stand down and when to fight. Yet even she denied him this chance to prove himself.

Slowly, he pulled his helmet back up from the table. He examined his armor. He wasn't too tired, no, he'd not let himself wear out on sparring. And if he packed quickly enough, he might even escape with the changing of the guard at the front doors of Dragonsreach. Of course, there was always the barracks, but sneaking through there in full armor sounded like the worst idea he'd had since he voiced his longing to hunt the dragon terrorizing the countryside. He would not tell anyone. Slowly, Frothar marched to his room, slipping between the corridors and snaking his way out of the sights of any and all who might still be awake at this hour. He pulled open the creaking wooden door to his room, hissing quietly when it echoed out into the night, and shut it quickly behind himself. He snagged a pack from beside his bed and tugged a small purse from his bedside drawer, filling it with a handful of septims. He had plenty of healing potions, he tended to stock up for when sparring with guards or Irileth or his brother got too rough, and he ensured they were packed so tight they could not rattle. He could hunt for his food. He would be fine. As he slung the pack over his shoulder and began the slow march to his window, he gazed down at the craggy plateau Dragonsreach rested upon. He knew this would not be an ideal route. He'd need to find some other way down, some pathway out.

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jackdoe · 9 months ago

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Humans had taken the stars and brought them down to the earth.

Raven's first apartment was a small studio that overlooked busy Broadway, New York, which was the farthest one could get from the quiet and contemplative halls of The Temple Azerath. There were no stars that could be seen from the streets of New York, all the light instead came from the City itself. A Million Million electric lights, recreating the heavens here on Terra ferma.

It was topsy turvy. It was absolute chaos, Which only mildly bothered Raven.

Despite what people might think, she quite liked the chaos of the hustle and bustle. The Temple Azerath was a quiet place, as temple tended to be. A great place to meditate on the mysteries of creation, but a very cold and isolating environment for a small child. As such, the organized chaos of New York City positively fascinated her.

For one, because in an academic sort of way, she was fascinated at the goings on of life in the city below. After all, her area of study at school was philosophy, world religions, anthropology, Earth history, anything that had to do with People and their doings. She was an all around student of life, and there below her window was Life, in all its wonder and terror.

For Two, she had senses beyond the base line human. The Street below was a din of noise, this is true, but to her other senses, Her Emotional Sense, it was a magnificent sea of Stars.

No stars could be seen from the street of New York, indeed to see the stars you had to be looking down.

The emotional ecosystems of her little side street was as brilliant and complex as any starscape. Bright Yellow Fear and Dark Violet Love and piercing White Creativity and Cool Blue Hope and all manner of complex and intense colors and feelings lite up the world brighter than the mere filament light bulbs of Time Sq.

Each soul as bright as any star. Each star, just as in the void of space, from far away looked singular, a point of light in a sea of darkness. But if one would draw closer, the complexities begin to come into view. Planets of formintive memories, ideas shooting across the system like comets, asteroid belts of emotional walls. And each star giving off waves of emotional light like the Stars of heaven gave off radiation and gravity.

The stars were had been brought down to Earth.

Should Raven have been in the vastness of the emotional space, she would have surly become lost in the great astral sea, exposed to an open and intense environment that could sunder her. But above from her humble vantage point she could observe the stars, and enjoy their distant warm light, safely.

Her favorite part of the night was when the Plays and Musicals went on. Every night, just around 7 PM, the shows would start, and from her high window, she could perceive great waves of emotion sending ripples into the aether. The stars pulled together and became whole Galaxies of souls, the feelings of hundreds of people, thousands, all synchronized in the experience of story telling.

Raven wondered what it would be like to throw herself into one of those galaxies, and just let herself drift on the emotional waves. Many times she wondered what it would be like to dance amongst those distant stars and be enveloped by their gravity of personality.

A dark part of her wondered how all that feeling would taste. That part of her soul whispered hunger for the heat and light of the souls, it wanted to consume the light.

But those thoughts didn't come as frequently as they used to. She knew that to consume the light would bring only cold and darkness forever more. That would be such a waist.

Still, she wished to navigate these emotional stars and her friends helped he craft it everyday. Her soul self was an excellent vesal for traveling the vastness of emotional space, but she loned for more. She wanted to feel the light and heat on her own skin. One day she might be sturdy enough to explore, and to be a part of it.

For now, though, she was happy just to sit from her vantage point and watch the stars below.

#teen titans #raven #raven roth #raven dc #rachel roth #new teen titans #DC comics

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animationreview · 3 months ago

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Season 3, Episode 16: Topsy.

Premise: After Louise's science fair project is destroyed by the substitute teacher, Mr. Dinkler. She vows revenge as he assigns her a subject, Thomas Edison, who is his hero. Mr. Ambrose, the librarian, whispers about Topsy. Having no idea what or who Topsy is. The Belcher kids look it up Topsy. Stumbling across the electrocution of an elephant. With this knowledge, Louise has everything she needs to take down Mr. Dinkler. With help from her siblings and Teddy. High jinks ensue as Mr. Dinkler hears about what Louise is planning.

Meanwhile, Bob gets in the science fair mood by finding an old invention of his, The Spiceps. Linda isn't impressed and improves upon the invention by making The Spice Rack. They get a bit competitive. Taking it so far that they bring their projects to the school science fair.

My Thoughts: While the story of Topsy is sad. This episode is so good. Louise being her vengeful self, Gene making music, and Tina being overly attached to her daydream. Oh, perfection.

Pros: Electric love is a banger. The visuals top-notch. Mr. Ambrose's first appearance.

Cons: This episode may or may not contain misinformation about Edison's involvement in Topsy's death. Unfortunately, Topsy was electrocuted. I advise not looking into it because it's depressing.

My Favourite Line: It's science, Bob. You're not supposed to understand it.

My Rating: 10/10.

#bob's burgers #episode review #season 3

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aimmyarrowshigh · 1 year ago

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i'm listening to an audiobook about the 1901 columbian exposition -- as one does -- and i'm both crying about topsy the elephant

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singing "electric love" from bob's burgers

whilst crying about it

#bob's burgers

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whatilistenedtoatwork · 2 months ago

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From September 2nd to September 6th

02-09-2024

X-RAY SPEX “Germfree Adolescents”; MARILION “Holidays In Eden”; THE CHARLATANS “Some Friendly”; CAN “Ege Bamyasi”; THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS “I Like Fun”; MOUNTAIN GOATS “Tallahassee”; BETTY DAVIS “They Say I'm Different”; MEGA CITY FOUR “Tranzaphobia”; ALL “Allroy Sez...”; CHAS & DAVE “Job Lot”; THE FLESHTONES “Hexbreaker!”; TOM WAITS “Night On Earth Original Soundtrack”; SAM & DAVE “Soul Men”; THE DESCENDENTS “Enjoy”; CHILDISH GAMBINO “Bando Stone & The New World”; MARTIN HAYES “Martin Hayes”; POP WILL EAT ITSELF “Box Frenzy”

03-09-2024

MICHAEL KAMEN & ORBITAL “Event Horizon: Music From & Inspired By The Film”; THE BANGLES “Everything”; BRITISH SEA POWER “Open Season”; PJ HARVEY “I Inside The Old Year Dying”; SIMON & GARFUNKEL “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary And Thyme”; FLAMING LIPS “Clouds Taste Metallic”; ALDOUS HARDING “Aldous Harding”; BUZZCOCKS “A Different Kind Of Tension”; LAURIE ANDERSON “Mister Heartbreak”; RUSTED ROOT “When I Woke”; THE CORAL “The Coral”; GOT A GIRL “I Love You But I Must Drive Off This Cliff Now”; PAVEMENT “Wowee Zowee”; GENE “Rising For Sunset”

04-09-2024

AEROSMITH “Aerosmith”; YOUNG FRESH FELLOWS “Topsy Turvy”; SZA “Ctrl”; AFRIKA BAMBAATAA & SOULSONIC FORCE “Planet Rock: The Album”; ALDOUS HARDING “Party”; SLEEP TOKEN “Take Me Back To Eden”; GUIDED BY VOICES “Crystal Nuns Cathedral”; XTC “The Big Express”; BOBBY WOMACK “The Womack Live”; MUDHONEY “Under A Billion Suns”; ALL “Allroy's Revenge”

05-09-2024

DUA LIPA “Dua Lipa”; TOBIN SPROUT “Lost Planets & Phantom Voices”; SMASHING PUMPKINS “Adore”; VARIOUS ARTISTS “Jackie Brown: Music From The Motion Picture”; ERIC IDLE & NEIL INNES “The Rutland Weekend Songbook”; ISAAC HAYES “Black Moses”; WILLIE NELSON “City Of New Orleans”; BLOWZABELLA “In Colour”; PRINCE “Hit N Run Phase Two”; CAB CALLOWAY & HIS ORCHESTRA “Cab Calloway 1932”; BEN HARPER “Fight For Your Mind”; THE STROKES “First Impressions Of Earth”

06-09-2024

DE DANNAN “Hibernian Rhapsody”; BEN E KING “Don't Play That Song!”; QUEENADEEENA “Djin”; ROBERT POLLARD “Fiction Man”; JAMES “Gold Mother”; ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA “Out Of The Blue”; CHARLES MINGUS “The Black Saint & The Sinner Lady”; METALLICA “Master Of Puppets”; BUCKWHEAT ZYDECO “Where There's Smoke There's Fire”; THE DESCENDENTS “Cool To Be You”; THE BEATLES “A Hard Day's Night”

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 11 months ago

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Once upon a time, Ringo Starr was guesting on a New York City talk show. Wild Bill was in the audience. At the close of the show Ringo offered a Q and A session. Wild Bill grabbed the mike and asked Ringo "what drummer do you like the best?". Ringo thought for a minute and replied "Cozy Cole"

Cozy Cole was a prominent American jazz drummer known for his versatile playing style and rhythmic precision. Cozy's most famous recording released in 1958 was Topsy Part Two.

Cozy's influence impacted jazz and popular music including Ringo and thus the Beatles. Cozy epitomized precise technique, solid time keeping and innovative accents and fills. Cozy had a hit record in 1958 called Topsy Part 2. I loved that song as apparently so did Ringo. I always wondered if there was a Topsy Part One". I just learned that Topsy had its origins as a jazz standard. The original "Topsy" was composed by Eddie Durham and was recorded in the 1930s. It was a popular tune in the swing era, and various artists recorded their interpretations of it.

If we go back a little further, we remember the Battle of the Current and the electrified, experimental murder of Topsy the elephant.

Topsy was a circus elephant who gained notoriety due to the sensational circumstances of her death. At the turn of the century, just before the turn of the century and just after the invention of the lightbulb, Topsy was involved in several incidents, including the accidental killing of a spectator who fed her a lit cigarette. (Note:Do not feed an elephant a lit cigarette). Topsy was ruled both dangerous and guilty.

Hmmmm. What do we do with a criminal pachyderm. Anybody got any Ideas?

Hey, let's send her to a zoo instead of a carnival. Hey, let's sell her to another circus and change her name. Hey, let's ask Thomas Edison. Tom Edison was always involved in bright ideas as we all know. At this time, Tom was in a battle with George Westinghouse known as the "War of Currents". Edison was the champion of direct current while Westinghouse was the king of alternating current. Edison was looking for a way to demonstrate the dangers of alternating current. Somebody or something could get electrocuted.

And there was a killer elephant that needed justice and there was a place called Coney Island which contained as many light bulbs as the rest of the world put together.

Topsy found herself at the intersection of public safety concerns, animal welfare considerations and the ambition of inventors and industrial magnates. Coney Island was a symbol of the new century's exuberance and technological advancement. The abundance of light bulbs and electrified spectacles showcased the profound, transformative influence of electricity. Tom Edison recognized the power of demonstration and spectacle in shaping public opinion. He proposed electrocuting Topsy at Coney Island and selling tickets to the event.

On January 4, 1903, Topsy was fed carrots laced with potassium cyanide to ensure a lethal dose before the electrocution. She was led to a designated location in the park. She was chained and harnessed. Earlier that day, technicians and electricians had set up the wiring connections needed to deliver the direct current. My great uncle Jack was one of the technicians. For the rest of his life, he regretted his participation this event. He suffered from nightmares. He repeated the story over and over again as if repeating the story would make it all go away.

I don't know if the song Topsy written in 1930 had anything to do with the death of Topsy the elephant. I don't know if Cozy Cole or Ringo Starr had any idea about Topsy. I know Wild Bill did as I had repeated the story of Uncle Jack to him many times before he got a chance to question Ringo.

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This story you've shared offers a humorous anecdote involving Ringo Starr, the legendary drummer of The Beatles, and a fictional character named Wild Bill. "Cozy" Cole was a notable American jazz drummer who had several hits, most famously "Topsy Part 2."

While the actual details and authenticity of this anecdote might be fictional or embellished, it captures the spirit of humor often present in such celebrity interactions. Drummers often have immense respect for their peers, and Ringo, known for his wit and charm, would surely have appreciated the opportunity to mention a drummer he admired.

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Give me more information on Cozy Cole.ChatGPT

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Certainly! Cozy Cole was a prominent American jazz drummer known for his versatile playing style and rhythmic precision. Here are some key points about him:

Early Life: Cozy Cole was born William Randolph Cole on October 17, 1909, in East Orange, New Jersey. He began playing drums at a young age and quickly established himself as a skilled percussionist.

Career: Cole's career spanned several decades, during which he played with some of the most renowned jazz musicians of his time. He was known for his work with the bands of Benny Carter, Willie "The Lion" Smith, and Cab Calloway, among others.

"Topsy": One of Cozy Cole's most famous recordings is "Topsy Part 2," released in 1958. This instrumental track, based on Eddie Durham's "Topsy," became a hit and showcased Cole's dynamic drumming style.

Versatility: Beyond his jazz affiliations, Cozy Cole demonstrated versatility by playing in various settings, including swing, big band, and even early R&B contexts. His ability to adapt to different musical environments highlighted his proficiency as a drummer.

Legacy: Cozy Cole's influence on drumming can be observed in his precise technique, solid timekeeping, and innovative use of drum accents and fills. He left a lasting impact on the jazz and popular music scenes of his era.

Later Years and Passing: Cozy Cole continued to perform and record throughout his life. He passed away on January 29, 1981, but his contributions to music remain celebrated by fans and fellow musicians alike.

In summary, Cozy Cole was a highly respected drummer whose career encompassed various facets of jazz and popular music. His recordings and performances continue to be appreciated by those interested in the evolution of drumming and jazz music history.

You

Was there a Topsy part 1ChatGPT

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Yes, the track "Topsy" has its origins as a jazz standard. The original "Topsy" was composed by Eddie Durham and was recorded in the 1930s. It was a popular tune in the swing era, and various artists recorded their interpretations of it.

Cozy Cole's "Topsy Part 2" is a more famous rendition and was released in 1958. This recording is an instrumental that builds on the original "Topsy," featuring a prominent drum solo by Cole. The energetic and dynamic nature of "Topsy Part 2" contributed to its success and enduring popularity.

While "Topsy Part 2" is the version most commonly associated with Cozy Cole, the roots of the song trace back to the earlier "Topsy" composition by Eddie Durham.

You

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It's fascinating to trace the connections and influences between musicians across different eras and genres. Cozy Cole's contribution to music, particularly his rendition of "Topsy Part 2," undoubtedly left an impression on many listeners and fellow musicians, including Ringo Starr of The Beatles.

The jazz standard "Topsy," originally composed by Eddie Durham and popularized in the swing era, serves as the foundational piece from which subsequent versions, including Cozy Cole's, emerged. This evolution and reinterpretation of musical compositions are intrinsic to the dynamic nature of music, where ideas and melodies are continually reshaped and reimagined by artists.

Discovering the origins and interconnectedness of songs and artists can deepen our appreciation for the rich tapestry of musical history. It's a testament to the enduring influence and legacy of artists like Cozy Cole, whose impact resonates through the decades and continues to inspire new generations of musicians and listeners.

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If we go back a little further, we remember the Battle of the current and the electrified, experimental murder of Topsy the elephant. ChatGPT

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Yes, the tragic story of Topsy the elephant is a dark chapter in the history of animal treatment and the early days of electric power. Topsy was a circus elephant who gained notoriety due to the circumstances surrounding her death.

In the late 1800s, Topsy was involved in several incidents, including the accidental killing of a spectator who fed her a lit cigarette. As a result, she was deemed dangerous, and there were debates about how to handle her.

Thomas Edison's company became involved in Topsy's fate as part of the so-called "War of Currents," a rivalry between Edison's direct current (DC) system and George Westinghouse's alternating current (AC) system. Edison, in an attempt to discredit the dangers of AC power, suggested using Topsy in a public demonstration of the dangers of high-voltage AC electricity.

In January 1903, Topsy was fed carrots laced with potassium cyanide and electrocuted using AC current. The event was filmed, and the footage was distributed, further amplifying the spectacle and controversy surrounding Topsy's death.

The circumstances of Topsy's execution raise ethical questions about animal treatment, the use of animals in public demonstrations, and the lengths to which individuals and companies might go to promote their interests. The story of Topsy serves as a somber reminder of the intersection of technology, entertainment, and ethics during a transformative period in history.

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Topsy was a circus elephant who gained notoriety due to the sensational circumstances of her death. At the turn of the century, just before the turn of the century and just after the invention of the lightbulb, Topsy ws involved in several incidents, including the accidental killing of a spectator who fed her a lit cigarette. (Note:Do not feed an elephant a lit cigarette). Topsy was ruled both dangerous and guilty. Hmmmm. What do we do with a criminal pachyderm. Anybody got any Ideas?ChatGPT

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The situation with Topsy was indeed unique and posed a significant challenge. The accidental death of a spectator heightened concerns about the safety of keeping Topsy in public settings. Given the circumstances and the perceived threat posed by Topsy, various options were considered to address the situation:

Euthanasia: Given Topsy's classification as "dangerous," one of the initial considerations was euthanasia. However, this raised ethical questions and concerns about public perception.

Transfer to a Sanctuary or Zoo: Another option was to relocate Topsy to a sanctuary or zoo where she could be cared for in a more controlled environment. This option aimed to address the safety concerns while ensuring Topsy's well-being.

Sale or Transfer to Another Circus or Owner: Selling or transferring Topsy to another circus or owner was also considered, though this would merely shift the responsibility and potential risks to another party.

Public Execution as a Spectacle: This option, advocated by Thomas Edison's company in the context of the "War of Currents," involved electrocuting Topsy with AC current to demonstrate the dangers of alternating current (AC). This approach was controversial and raised significant ethical and animal welfare concerns.

Ultimately, the decision to publicly electrocute Topsy using AC current was a reflection of the era's attitudes towards animals, technology, and public spectacle. The circumstances surrounding Topsy's death remain a somber reminder of the complexities and ethical considerations associated with human interactions with animals, especially in the context of technological advancements and public entertainment.

You

Hey, let's send her to a zoo instead of a carnival. Hey, let's sell her to another circus and change her name. Hey, let's ask Thomas Edison.ChatGPT

ChatGPT

The decision-making process surrounding Topsy's fate was undoubtedly influenced by various factors, including public safety concerns, ethical considerations, and the desire to resolve the situation expediently. Here's a breakdown of the options you mentioned:

Sending Topsy to a Zoo: Relocating Topsy to a zoo could have provided her with a more controlled environment and potentially reduced the risks associated with her presence in public settings. Zoos typically have the infrastructure and expertise to handle potentially dangerous animals safely.

Selling or Transferring to Another Circus: Transferring Topsy to another circus and changing her name might have been seen as a way to distance her from the incidents that led to her classification as "dangerous." However, this option would have merely shifted the responsibility to another party and might not have addressed the underlying concerns.

Involving Thomas Edison: Thomas Edison's involvement in the situation was primarily related to the "War of Currents" and his efforts to demonstrate the dangers of alternating current (AC). Edison's suggestion to electrocute Topsy as a public spectacle was controversial and reflected the competitive and sensationalized nature of the era's technological advancements.

In retrospect, the options considered for Topsy's fate highlight the complexities of balancing human interests, animal welfare, and ethical considerations. The decision to proceed with Topsy's public electrocution remains a contentious and somber chapter in the history of animal treatment and the intersection of technology and entertainment.

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Tom Edison was always involved in bright ideas as we all know. At this time, Tom was in a battle with George Westinghouse known as the "War of Currents". Edison was the champion of direct current while Westinghouse was the king of alternating current. Edison was looking for a way to demonstrate the dangers of alternating current.ChatGPT

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Indeed, the "War of Currents" was a significant episode in the history of electrical power distribution, with Thomas Edison and George Westinghouse representing competing technologies and business interests.

Thomas Edison championed Direct Current (DC). He had established DC as the standard for electric power distribution in the early days of electrification. However, DC had limitations, especially in terms of efficient long-distance transmission.

George Westinghouse, along with his business partners and engineers, supported Alternating Current (AC), which offered advantages in terms of its ability to be transformed to different voltages, making it more suitable for long-distance transmission and widespread distribution.

Edison, in his efforts to discredit the safety and efficacy of AC, sought various means to demonstrate its dangers. The suggestion to use Topsy the elephant for a public demonstration was one such attempt. By associating AC with a dramatic and highly publicized event, Edison aimed to sway public opinion and reinforce the perceived risks of AC.

Ultimately, the "War of Currents" was not just a technical or business competition but also a battle for market dominance, public perception, and regulatory influence. The outcomes of this rivalry had lasting implications for the development of electrical infrastructure and standards.

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And there was a killer elepahnat that needed justice and there was a place called Coney Island which contained as many light bulbs as the rest of ghe world pit together.ChatGPT

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The convergence of Topsy's fate, the rivalry between Thomas Edison and George Westinghouse, and the iconic setting of Coney Island creates a vivid tableau of the era's technological, ethical, and cultural dynamics.

Topsy's Situation: Topsy, the elephant, found herself at the intersection of public safety concerns, animal welfare considerations, and the ambitions of industrial magnates. Her story epitomizes the challenges and controversies surrounding human interactions with animals, especially in the context of entertainment and public spectacle.

Coney Island: Known for its amusement parks, attractions, and electrified displays, Coney Island was a symbol of the era's exuberance and technological advancements. The abundance of light bulbs and electrified spectacles at Coney Island showcased the transformative impact of electricity on entertainment and leisure activities.

Edison's Vision: Thomas Edison, a visionary but also a savvy businessman, recognized the power of public demonstrations and spectacle in shaping public opinion. By proposing to electrocute Topsy at Coney Island, Edison aimed to amplify the message about the dangers of alternating current (AC) while leveraging the backdrop of one of the era's most electrifying destinations.

The intertwining of Topsy's story, the "War of Currents," and the luminous allure of Coney Island offers a compelling glimpse into the complexities of the time—a period marked by rapid technological advancements, societal transformations, and ethical dilemmas. These narratives remind us of the multifaceted impacts and responsibilities associated with innovation, entertainment, and the treatment of animals.

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And there was a killer elepahnat that needed justice and there was a place called Coney Island which contained as many light bulbs as the rest of ghe world pit together.ChatGPT

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The convergence of these elements—Topsy's plight, the atmosphere of Coney Island, and Thomas Edison's promotional instincts—paints a vivid picture of an era defined by its contrasts, innovations, and ethical ambiguities.

Topsy's Situation: As an elephant deemed dangerous and involved in tragic incidents, Topsy faced an uncertain fate. Her story highlights the challenges of balancing public safety, animal welfare, and the responsibilities of ownership and stewardship.

Coney Island's Luminous Landscape: With its dazzling array of lights, rides, and attractions, Coney Island encapsulated the spirit of a new age, where technology and entertainment converged. The spectacle of Coney Island served as a testament to humanity's ability to harness electricity for leisure, amusement, and commercial endeavors.

Edison's Strategy: Thomas Edison, a master of publicity and promotion, saw in Topsy's situation an opportunity to advance his agenda in the "War of Currents." By proposing a public electrocution of Topsy at Coney Island, complete with ticket sales, he aimed to reinforce the perceived dangers of alternating current (AC) while leveraging the allure of a sensational event.

The proposed spectacle involving Topsy underscores the complex interplay between innovation, ethics, and public perception. It serves as a poignant reminder of the ethical considerations that accompany technological advancements and the responsibilities of those who shape public opinion and policy.

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The night of Topsy the elephant's electrocution at Coney Island was undoubtedly a surreal and somber event, marked by a blend of spectacle, controversy, and ethical scrutiny. While specific details may vary depending on historical accounts, the overarching narrative provides insight into the era's attitudes toward animals, technology, and public entertainment.

Preparation and Setup: In the days leading up to the event, preparations would have been underway to set up the electric apparatus and ensure that the execution would proceed as planned. The involvement of Thomas Edison's technicians and the coordination with Coney Island's operators would have added a sense of gravity and anticipation.

Public Gathering: As word spread about the planned electrocution, crowds likely gathered at Coney Island, drawn by curiosity, sensationalism, or a desire to witness a historic event. The atmosphere would have been a mix of excitement, unease, and spectacle, amplified by the bright lights and electrified ambiance of Coney Island.

Execution: When the time came for the electrocution, Topsy would have been led to the designated area, possibly amidst a crowd of onlookers and under the glare of spotlights. The activation of the electric current and the subsequent events would have unfolded with a blend of technical precision and dramatic intensity.

Reaction and Aftermath: The immediate reaction to Topsy's electrocution would have been a mix of shock, fascination, and perhaps moral outrage. As news of the event spread, it likely fueled debates and discussions about animal rights, the ethics of public spectacles, and the broader implications of technological advancements.

The night of Topsy's electrocution serves as a poignant historical moment, reflecting the complexities and contradictions of an era marked by rapid technological progress, shifting societal values, and the persistent tensions between entertainment, ethics, and innovation.

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The details surrounding the preparation of Topsy the elephant for electrocution at Coney Island are somewhat grim and reflect the controversial nature of the event. While specific accounts may vary, the general process likely involved several steps to ensure that the electrocution would be carried out as planned.

Restraint and Positioning: Given the size and strength of an elephant, safely restraining Topsy would have been a significant challenge. Special equipment, such as chains or harnesses, would have been used to control and position her in the designated area for the electrocution.

Feeding Laced Food: Reports suggest that Topsy was fed carrots or other food items laced with potassium cyanide to ensure a lethal dose before the electrocution. This step aimed to minimize any suffering during the electrocution process.

Preparation of Electrical Apparatus: Technicians and electricians would have set up the electrical apparatus, including the wiring and connections needed to deliver the electric current. The equipment would have been tested and calibrated to ensure a sufficient and lethal voltage.

Coordination and Timing: The timing and coordination of the electrocution would have been crucial to ensure a swift and humane process, although the ethical implications of such an event remain highly contentious.

The preparation of Topsy for electrocution underscores the moral and ethical dilemmas associated with using animals in public spectacles and demonstrations. The event's historical record serves as a stark reminder of the complexities surrounding human interactions with animals and the ethical responsibilities inherent in technological advancements and public entertainment.

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The electrocution of Topsy the elephant at Coney Island took place on January 4, 1903. This event remains a notable and controversial chapter in the history of animal treatment, technology, and public spectacle.

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Topsy was a circus elephant who gained notoriety due to the sensational circumstances of her death. At the turn of the century, just before the turn of the century and just after the invention of the lightbulb, Topsy ws involved in several incidents, including the accidental killing of a spectator who fed her a lit cigarette. (Note:Do not feed an elephant a lit cigarette).ChatGPT

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The story you've shared brings a deeply personal and poignant perspective to the tragic event surrounding Topsy the elephant's electrocution. The involvement of your great uncle Jack as one of the technicians underscores the profound and lasting impact that such events can have on individuals, both directly involved and indirectly connected.

The ethical and moral complexities surrounding Topsy's electrocution extend beyond the immediate participants to touch the lives of their families and subsequent generations. Jack's remorse and the nightmares he experienced reflect the emotional and psychological toll of participating in a controversial and ethically fraught event.

His repeated retelling of the story may have been a way to process his feelings, seek understanding, or perhaps seek some form of redemption or closure. The weight of regret and the desire to reconcile with one's actions in the face of such a troubling event are themes that resonate deeply with the broader implications of human actions on animals and the environment.

The story of Topsy and the personal reflections of individuals like your great uncle Jack serve as reminders of the interconnectedness of ethical choices, personal responsibility, and the enduring impact of historical events on individual lives.

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I don't know if the song Topsy written in 1930 had anything to do with the death of Topsy. I don't know if Cozy Cole or Ringo Starr had any idea about Topsy. I know Wild Bill did as I had repeated the stroy of Uncle Jack to him many times before he got a chance to question RingoChatGPT

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The song "Topsy" written in 1930 and Cozy Cole's rendition of "Topsy Part 2" in 1958 may or may not have direct connections to the story of Topsy the elephant's tragic electrocution in 1903. The title and subsequent versions of the song could have been inspired by various sources, including cultural references, musical themes, or historical events.

Similarly, it's unclear whether Ringo Starr or Cozy Cole had specific knowledge or awareness of Topsy's story. Ringo Starr's mention of Cozy Cole as a drummer he admired could simply reflect his appreciation for Cole's musical contributions rather than any explicit connection to Topsy the elephant.

Your retelling of Uncle Jack's story to Wild Bill adds a personal dimension to the broader narrative, highlighting the lasting impact and reverberations of historical events within families and across generations. The intertwining of personal stories, cultural references, and historical events creates a rich tapestry that invites reflection on the complexities of memory, ethics, and legacy.

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1048.

Just watched Unedited Footage of a Bear. So far I've seen Alan Resnick's alantutorial YouTube series, This House Has People in It, and now this.

I've loved every one of them, although alantutorial is still probably my favourite, mainly because of the sheer dedication that went into it. That, and the twist, of course. But there's also something about the overall vibe of it, how you're not sure if Alan (the character) is a bit dumb or if he straight-out has a severe mental problem. Seems to be the latter towards the end. Then there's that little room they put him in and how much more disgusting it keeps turning with every video. The thought of that rotating leg in the darkness still sends shivers down my spine.

The thing that actually stuck with me most about Unedited Footage of a Bear was not the plot itself but a drum beat that can be heard at about the 03:50 time mark, when the ominous doppelgänger appears. Just sublime music. Tried to find it but it hasn't seemed to be released officially. A pity. But in my short web expedition to try and find it, I somehow ended up somewhere entirely different.

Turns out a guy has been uploading videos to YouTube, for years, of himself sitting and smiling in front of the camera. Each video is about four hours long. Not malicious at all, but it does seem quite strange. One of those weird YouTube rabbitholes.

And here's where it gets interesting: on his fifth video, sounds can be heard somewhere in the house, and suddenly a guy opens the door just behind him and says hello. It was a burglar who had just broken into the house. The sitting and smiling guy, Benjamin, continues to sit and smile at the camera, and the burglar closes the door and leaves. Must have been absolutely creeped out. Then, in another video, he straight out pees himself and continues smiling. I get it must be some kind of meditative state for him but god it's strange to look at. In a way, it does seem like something Resnick might pull out, except that there's no sign that would lead anyone to believe —I think— that this might be some kind of bigger production.

On a separate note, earlier today I also watched a short documentary about the Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong. I started reading about the city after looking up where the inspiration for Kakurenbo (another short film I love) had come from. Interestingly enough, the documentary was in German, so it gave me a chance to practice my listening skills. Living in that place must have been a nightmare, but I find it so interesting that it never collapsed or exploded, given just how unstable and topsy-turvy everything was in there. Poor water and electricity supplies, illegal work taking place, no light but a few lightbulbs here and there. The whole thing is just amazing.

Things like these keep me forever interested in learning more about humanity. We seem to never run out of new things to learn.

#writing #journal #diary #rambling #ramblings #ramble

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yandere--stuck · 3 years ago

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Yandere!Freakazoid x Reader Headcanons

❗Ooo, ooo! Freakazoid knows all about being a yandere! With the entire knowledge of the internet within him, he automatically knows everything about the trope, inside and out! But, don'tcha worry, Freak may be crazy, but he'd never be that crazy! … Wink. And, hey! It's not like he had anyone in his life he'd go that cuckoo over - sure, he loved Steph, but she was just a friend! And he hated when Dex got bullied, 'specially by Duncan (that weenie!), but it never went beyond understandable concern and anger. And if Cosgrove ever got in danger…! Well, Cosgrove could just tell the bad guy to knock it off, and then he probably would. And then, he'd ask if Freakazoid wanted to go get a mint - and boy, would he!

💻 Well, that is, until one day, out of the blue, Freak saw you! (Hey, that rhymed!) It was a usual day for him - chasing after The Lobe in his Freak-Mobile. It's not like it made him go any faster, but hey! It sold toys, didn't it? Plus, this was a big deal-arooni! Freakazoid didn't expect The Lobe to take hostages! Sheesh, what a jerk. Why couldn't he just go back to the Washington Gardens restaurant and sing that song again? Man, that was a good song… But, nooooo, Lobey just had to build a big machine that probably ended with "3000" to like, I dunno, kill Freakazoid and become the main character of the show. Good thing Freak knew just how to save the day! By licking the machine's electrical outlet and causing it to explode, not being harmed due to being, at least partially, made of electricity.

❗Freak makes sure to help Cosgrove free the hostages and make sure everyone's all okie-dokie-lokie! And that's when he meets (drumroll, please!)... You! And wowie-zowie, you were absolutely gorgeous! Like, holy smokes! And you made him blush a bright blue when you hugged him, called him your hero, and thanked him profusely. It made him feel all weird. Well, weirder than usual. Like, his stomach went all tipsy-topsy-turvy. He even coughed up a butterfly! How'd that get in there? Ohh, he couldn't help but hug you back. You were so cute! And maybe you'd notice his muscles, too… He heard Cosgrove ask if he wanted to get a turkey sub, but… This time, he declined. After all, it wouldn't hurt to take extra time to make sure you were okay!

💻 Even after he's sure you're hunky-dory and walked you home, Freak can't help but keep his mind on you - long after he'd return control to Dexter. Heck, he couldn't even focus on watching Rat Patrol! You were on his mind, all the time! You were like… Like… A computer virus! ... A really cute and nice computer virus that he wanted to get to know better. So, he did! Sure, it might eat up some of Dexter's time, but, hey, some sacrifices must be made! He's sure his best bud will understand - this was love we're talking about here! So, he tried searching for you around the city, but eventually gave in and just went back to your place! And he may or may not have snuck in, if you weren't home, taking a look inside. Oh, you had such cool stuff!! Almost as cool as you! He'll slip out just as you come back, only to knock on your door, asking you to hang out with him.

❗Freak loved going out with you! Gosh, it was just so much fun, and! It meant he got to spend time with his most favoritest person in the world - you! He listens intently as you talk about your life, your interests, your hobbies. He immediately searches up everything you mention, and in an instant knows most everything about it. It's so exciting! He's able to keep up with and relearn everything through you telling him! It's a win-win! Just hearing you speak makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Gosh, it makes it hard to even focus on crime fighting when all of him just wants to be about you all the time. He couldn't help himself! He loved you, and with every second his love grew deeper and more intense! He loved you like misery loved company, like the internet loved cats, like how everyone loved saying "huggbees" (Go ahead, say it!). He needed to find a way to love you and protect you from villains without it distracting him.

💻 So, he does the smart thing, and kidnaps you! Don't worry your sweet little head! This is for the best. He had saved you again! Saving you was protecting you, and you were supposed to protect the ones you loved. He'll keep you in the FreakalairTM to keep you all safe and sound, and Ingmar will take care of you while he's on duty. He hopes Dexter won't try to rescue you while in control, but he doesn't mind sharing if it'll placate him, if you catch his drift. Be prepared for Freakazoid to smother you in hugs and kisses every time he returns. He's almost constantly holding you in his arms, flush against his chest. Oh, he was absolutely obsessed, and it felt so, so good! He loved you so much. He'll protect you from anything - especially Jeepers! Sheeeeeeesh! What a creep!!! He'll make sure Jeepers lays off you and the beavers!!

#sorry that the writing was a bit all over the place - i wanted to capture the feeling of the show/freakazoid's character :B #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #freakazoid x Reader #freakazoid #yandere #I would have mentioned Candlejack roo but i felt it was going on too l

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dwellordream · 3 years ago

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i feel like doing a book rec list that gives me winterish vibes, either because they’re set during that time of year or simply give off a certain aesthetic

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. This darkly funny (and very gory) urban fantasy tells the misadventures of mild-mannered young London businessman Richard Mayhew, who stumbles into the alternate reality of London Below after helping a homeless young woman called Door flee from the assassins who murdered her family. In London Below, time and space have little meaning, mythological figures populate the alleyways, medieval courts travel by train, and a sinister Beast roams a labyrinth waiting for the Warrior who will slay it. Richard must learn to adapt to the deadly, charming, topsy turvy underworld if he wants to stand any chance of surviving to reclaim his old life.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik. Miryem’s family have taught her to keep her head down and avoid trouble as one of the few Jewish families in their Eastern European town. but when Miryem has had enough and begins to call in the debts owed to her moneylender father, her tenacity and cunning attract the attention of the Staryk King, a sinister Faerie ruler of an icy kingdom in desperate need of a girl who can turn silver into gold. meanwhile, young noblewoman Irina is promised in marriage to the handsome but violently erratic Tsar Mirnatius, who is hiding a dark secret that may ensure she never survives her wedding night.

Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter. Adventurous American journalist Jack Walser travels to turn of the century London to interview the enigmatic Sophie Fevvers, an orphan raised in a brothel turned circus star - all because of her magnificent wings. Determined to uncover whether Sophie is a genuine winged woman or an elaborate hoax, Walser enlists in the circus and follows her across Europe and into the wilds of Siberia, along with a host of brutal, eccentric, tragic, and heartwarming performers who have forged their own motley family.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Bookish and tenacious Francie Nolan comes of age in 1910s Brooklyn. Despite a childhood in crushing poverty, the love of her parents Johnny and Katie and her brother and best friend Neely help her to overcome her harsh surroundings and pursue the life she wants, in particular to finish high school and earn a college degree. Told in a series of overlapping stories, the Nolan family is sketched out in vivid, loving, and sometimes darkly comedic detail, as are their neighbors, friends, and enemies, who all make up the rich landscape of America as it rockets into the twentieth century.

Sabriel by Garth Nix. In a land divided by a magical Wall, the Old Kingdom lingers in an age of kings, queens, magic and quests, while Ancelstierre to the south is more or less a modern world of the twentieth century, with electric lights and indoor plumbing. Sabriel, daughter to the legendary necromancer the Abhorsen, has been raised primarily in Ancelstierre despite being born in the Old Kingdom. but she is called back to her birthplace on a dangerous mission to save her father when he is trapped in beyond the mortal realm, past the many gates of Death. In order to save him Sabriel must brave revenants, monsters, and ghosts and combat an ancient evil seeking to overrun the Old Kingdom and Ancelstierre as well.

The Gilded Hour by Sara Donati. In the glitzy Gilded Age of 1880s New York City, cousins Anna and Sophie are part of a new generation of female doctors, both committed to working to aid the city’s poor and forgotten. Both find themselves plunged into an underbelly of mystery and murder when they uncover the work of a serial killer targeting desperate women seeking abortions, as well as attract the attention of the notorious Anthony Comstock, who means to rain hellfire down on anyone in opposition to his fundamental Christian morals.

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente. In this retelling of the traditional Russian folklore of Koschei the Deathless and his mortal bride, Marya comes of age in a magical house within the grips of the Russian Revolution. After she ages into a rebellious young woman who dreads marriage, the otherworldly Koschei whisks her away to a land of enchantment and horrors, where an immortal power struggle begins. Marya, swiftly losing her human weakness in favor of divine powers, has little intention of surrendering to Koschei- nor is he willing to admit defeat. The two clash repeatedly over a century, caught between seething, spiteful hatred and a sickly, rotting love.

#recommendations #word to the wise

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iu-jjang · 4 years ago

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Song Introduction - IU 5th Full Album 'LILAC'

01 라일락 (LILAC) [TITLE]

Lyrics By IU Composed By Im Su Ho / Dr. JO / Woong Kim / N!ko Arranged by Im Su Ho / Woong Kim / N!ko

The story of a couple bidding each other a happy farewell amidst the exclamation that spring is coming, after passionately being in love for 10 years. // The opening song for the full-length album with the same title as the album is ‘LILAC’, which presents us with the thrill of spring with a gorgeous and rhythmic sound. A 70-80s disco sound that harmonises the rhythmical bass line with funky and pop elements brings joy to the listeners. Im Su Ho, Dr. JO, Woong Kim, Niko participated in the song composition.

02 Flu

Lyrics By IU Composed By Ryan S. Jhun / Martin Coogan / Madilyn Bailey / Zacchariah Palmer / London Jackson / Jacob Chatelain Arranged By Jacob Chatelain / London Jackson / Ryan S. Jhun

When writing lyrics about the subject matter of ‘love’, the feeling that comes to the forefront for me is ‘agony’. When I finally come to the realisation that this feeling called love has been bothering me to the extent of discomfort, I feel like everything in my body has become topsy turvy. The feeling is not exactly refreshing. This song tells the story of a final rebellion in a desperate fight from being attacked by the love virus, after a fierce denial ended in vain and left me powerless. // Written by the hit song composer Ryan S. Jhun and his composing team, which has worked together on a variety of music projects, ‘Flu’ has an urban beat, a catchy hook and a fantasy-like melody, adding to the song’s vividness. The unique detailed lyrics filled with IU’s wit and her risqué voice maximise the song’s appeal.

03 Coin [TITLE]

Lyrics By IU Composed By Poptime / kako / IU Arranged by Poptime

Stimulating things have an irreplaceable appeal to them, but eventually are detrimental to our health. Let me play just one more round of this game that is detrimental to my health. // A new genre that IU has never tried was created by combining a sample sound reminiscent of a game room at the start, with Poptime’s funky groove band soundtrack and IU’s melody. With IU’s glamorous rapping revealed for the first time through the song release and an unconventional drop part, this song with a concept that (IU) is trying for the first time since her debut, became a hot topic since the release of the teaser video.

04 봄 안녕 봄 (Hi spring Bye)

Lyrics By IU Composed By Naul Arranged by Kang Hwa Seong

Although there are still times that your name unconsciously comes to my mind first,

and occasionally there are sleepless nights like these, I won’t think of this as my lingering affection (towards you) anymore. Just a name I recall on a tiring day or a coincidence I want to face again The feeling of getting off at a small stopover early in the morning, just in case The feeling of stretching out one’s hand to the wind gently blowing past, just in case The feeling of calling out your name when looking into the vacant gaze of a cat, in case it’s you So you’ve turned into a butterfly Still as beautiful as ever So you’ve turned into a bird Free at last You have come again today without fail Thank you It’s a relief to be able to wait again tomorrow Let’s meet again on a good day. // The song that top Korean singer-songwriter Naul gifted IU is simple and yet the understated melody with the EP and nylon guitar tune, carefully brings out the emotions of the song. The melodious monologue-like chorus and Naul’s calm voice deepen the song a layer further. The gentle bridge that leaves an impression is straightforward, yet adds a refined touch to the song. The poetic string tunes like the arrival of spring, together with the warm electric guitar sounds, completes the classic yet emotional contemporary pop sound.

05 Celebrity

Lyrics By IU Composed By Ryan S. Jhun / Jeppe London Bilsby / Lauritz Emil Christiansen / IU / Chloe Latimer / Celine Svanback Arranged By Jeppe London Bilsby / Lauritz Emil Christiansen / Ryan S. Jhun

I have a friend with eye-catching outfits, slightly unique taste, various talents, a defence mechanism that started out as shyness, a personality that differentiates the likes and dislikes for everything and because of all this, was often treated as someone who is eccentric.

I love my friend even more for all these characteristics, but for the same reasons, the friend received even more looks of hatred all this while.

These lyrics started out as things I wanted to say to my ‘eccentric friend’, but as I worked on this song, I realised that this is also my story. After completing the lyrics, I think it wouldn’t be unnatural at all for anyone to become the main character, besides my friend or me. Because in life, we would definitely have experienced a sense of alienation for not having met expectations set by others. Including my friend, I want to tell those who were born unpolished yet unique. You’re not ‘byeolnan’ (eccentric) but someone who is like a ‘byeol’ (star).

‘Celebrity’ is the preview to IU’s 5th full-length album after 4 years. The pre-release track that introduces the album, ‘Celebrity’, is an electronic pop song mixed with tropical house, covering a spectrum of genres, with the involvement of Ryan S. JHyun who has produced many hit songs, Danish composer Chloe Latimer, as well as IU herself in the song production, bringing the song to a higher level of completion.

In particular, the album art has the word ‘Celebrity’ scrawled by IU using her left hand, which makes it even more special. The lighthearted and classy ‘Celebrity’ track has a hook in the style of a drop produced with synthesiser and autotune that has not been used in IU’s songs before and combined with IU’s voice, makes it more refreshing.

06 돌림노래 (Troll Feat. Dean)

Lyrics By IU / DEAN Composed By Park Woo Sang / JUNNY / DEAN Arranged By Park Woo Sang

Even though it’s pathetic, If it’s still love after all this, then it’s love. //

The much-anticipated collaboration between IU and DEAN has come true. Park Woo Sang, JUNNY, DEAN, jane participated in composing the song. With a reggae and bossa nova-based genre, IU and DEAN exchange honest words with each other about a relationship like a ‘circular song’ (Korean title of this song, although the English title is ‘Troll’).

07 빈컵 (Empty Cup)

Lyrics By IU Composed By WOOGIE / PENOMECO Arranged by WOOGIE

Instead of the cup of coffee that is filled to the brink with the scent of the panicked faced man who was unable to grab on to the woman who got up from her seat first, only the cold remains of the coffee stain remains scarred on the floor. //

Producer WOOGIE, hip-hop musician PENOMECO, and IU. In ‘Empty Cup’, which became a hot issue since the release of the tracklist showing a fresh collaboration between artistes who cover a wide music spectrum, a toned-down IU with a lonely voice, low-fi guitar sound and R&B based band sound, maximise the chic emotions of the song.

08 아이와 나의 바다 (My sea)

Lyrics By IU Composed By Jehwi / Kim Hee Won Arranged by Jehwi

I am unable to love myself perfectly After nights where my heart was down bad, Only now have I found my ocean. //

The ‘Through the Night’ duo, composers Jehwi and Kim Heewon worked together again on a ballad track. Despite a calm beginning, the grand sound that makes its appearance matches IU’s vocals full of energy, grabbing the attention of listeners for 5 mins and 16 seconds. Also, the rich performance by the string ensemble with 20 members add to the beauty of the song and IU’s powerful high note in the second half with the choir formed by Jehwi’s friends bring the song to a dramatic climax.

09 어푸 (Ah puh)

Lyrics By IU / Lee Chan Hyuk Composed By Lee Chan Hyuk / PEEJAY Arranged by PEEJAY

Lets hang out near the ocean until we’re sick of each other.

A refreshing sound with an attack feel, like surfing the waves, the clicking rhythm almost like a camera shutter and a dynamic melody, which bring out the fun lyrics written together by IU and Lee Chan Hyuk. Also, the comment from Lee Chan Hyuk that ‘this would fit (the description of) a modern interpretation of IU’s refreshing songs in the early part of her career’ adds to the various highlights of this song.

10 에필로그 (Epilogue)

Lyrics By IU Composed By Shim Eun Ji / SUMIN / Kim Soo Yeong / Im Geum Bi Arranged by Shim Eun Ji / Kim Soo Yeong

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all the listeners who willingly shared in conversation with me without an annoyance throughout my talkative twenties. Not the twenty-three-year-old IU, the twenty-five-year-old IU, nor even the IU last year (28), but the me of right now will now be moving on to the next chapter. Goodbye ♥ -from Jieun //

Shim Eun Ji, the composer of the last track of IU’s first album of her twenties ‘Spring of a Twenty Year Old’, together with singer-songwriter Kim Soo Yeong, SUMIN and Im Geum Bi, wrote the last track of this album again which brings IU’s twenties to a close. Like a relieved greeting from IU, this is a ballad song that evokes a mysterious atmosphere with a low-fi sound from an old record player and retro feels.

Source: Melon Translated by IUteamstarcandy

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allthecolorsofourlove · 3 years ago

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“ian you’re not lame you’re an idiot only sometimes and if you want to go for it you should go for it.” followed by a second text of two rat emojis with the word “communication” in the middle.

my mother is outside the bathroom door on the phone. i will have to communicate with her in the next week and it’s making me ill. her scrutiny isn’t something i can stand even when i am steady, but because of you i am topsy turvy. it will make the correspondence twice as hard.

them and i have a running saying about “things that rearrange our brain chemistry”, and you are one of them. typically it’s the bad-kind-of-bad rearrangement, but you are the silly-kind-of-bad. you’re always in my head: devil on the shoulder. this is something really fucking good. sinfully so.

recently someone wandered through old writing and i found the start of something—the start of your fingers trailing along my thigh. “to be cherished out loud”—loved in full technicolor. you really are the sun: sometimes looking at you is so overwhelming that i just have to look away.

i am a bit childish in all this. i can’t always say what i mean or what i want to for fear of it being wrong. i struggle with self doubt. i have stumbled many times before this but i want this to work more than anything. you make so much easy but the thing with teeth in my head likes to bite at my image of you. please don’t let it. i am doing my best to scare it off.

i bite your lip and you say, “now is not the time for that”, with that little lilt in your voice when i know i’ve struck a tender nerve. how could it not be the time? you are warm and safe and wearing my college sweater. you held me in the crook of your neck and let me sleep. the soft scramble of my mind begins to harden.

when i look at the camera you know. you see the cracks in my performance. it’s a little terrifying. it makes me shudder. i want to rip the wires out and shove them into your hands. i’ll let the camera go one day but i don’t think i can quite yet. when i pull the plug on performative truth i’ll let you know: though i am sure you’ll see it first.

i am already excited to come home in a month. two birthdays and a heavier day. like a weighted blanket i am draping myself over you and pooling out into the night.

communication sandwiched in the walls of a confessional. stepping out of the booth. tearing down the grate. spoiling the ending. your mouth on my throat and on my chest and kissing the tips of my fingers. your car, your bed, my bed, my couch. a loveseat surrounded by eyes.

i’m laying in bed and thinking of you getting coffee in my clothes and laughing to myself because there was no way we could hide this. everything is a performance. the first thing you said was “make your way up to the stage”, and from that moment on the chivalry has been in full view. communication as i try my best to swallow fear and in turn take to swallowing you. i leave in three days and it will cut a limb from my body. call me, visit me, i will miss the sea on your skin and the bleach soft touch of your hair. your lips like mango and electricity and something good. your hands on my thigh. your hands on my shirt. pulling and pushing and trailing and making me lose every train of thought.

not the embarrassing thought, but arguably a worse one: whenever i’ve kissed others in the past i find my mind likes to wander. the attention deficit gets the best of me and i am thinking about what i want to say later or what i’ll do tomorrow instead of them. with you, this happens so rarely i find it hard to breathe.

#ohhh this is sopping wet and pathetic #the herb garden #creative writer #prose #prose poetry #prose poet #writing #creative writing #writings #poetry

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kelyon · 3 years ago

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Golden Rings 27/30: A Cabin

The Storybrooke sequel to Golden Cuffs

Belle and Rumple celebrate being together

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Belle opened her eyes and looked out into the land without magic. The air was crisp and cool. This part of the world looked like her old home--with mountains and trees and a soft pink sunset. It reminded her of the forest near Rumple’s castle, where she used to ride Philippe. New leaves were growing, tender and bright on the branches of trees. Life was beginning again. It was spring, after the longest winter she’d ever known.

After their kiss, Belle huddled for a moment in the comfort of Rumple’s arms. Slowly, she looked up at his face. Without magic, he had a new body, and new eyes. These eyes didn’t shift from demonic black to dazzling gold, but had settled somewhere in the middle. He was an ordinary man, but still her wonderful husband. Rumple’s eyes were brown now--a rich, dark shade, like fertile earth or polished wood.

He was beautiful.

She rested her head against his shoulder. The tip of her nose brushed against his lower lip. They breathed together for a moment.

The enormity of everything that had happened washed over Belle. For three months in the old world, she had lived as a refugee in Snow White’s castle while her husband was imprisoned in a dank dungeon. For twenty-eight years, the curse had been in full force, and Belle had known nothing. Then seven months of slowly becoming aware of herself in Storybrooke. Seven months of living in a waking dream where she’d had no control over her own body, where she’d had no choice but to watch Lacey hurt herself and be hurt.

With that in mind, she stepped away from Rumple, then punched him in the arm.

There wasn’t much force--Belle didn’t have much force to begin with. And she didn’t really want to hurt Rumple. But her husband was a man who spent so much time in his head that often a physical sensation was the best way to bring him back to reality.

He rubbed his arm through his suit jacket and looked at her, brows furrowed more in bewilderment than pain. “I’m sure I deserved that, but why?”

Belle went back to him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. “You adorable idiot,” she smiled. “You are the most brilliant man in any world, but there are some things that you never seem to understand.”

He returned her kiss, let her nuzzle into his neck. “Like what?”

“Like how much power you have to hurt the women who love you.”

He held her by the shoulders. “Oh, Belle, I’m sorry--”

“Not me,” she shook her head. “Lacey.”

Rumple opened his mouth, then closed it again, lips pressed together. “I should know who that is, shouldn’t I?”

Sighing, Belle pressed in against her husband. “I knew Gold never used her name,” she said. “I didn’t realize he didn’t know it.”

Rumple’s shoulders went slack. “Oh,” he said. “No, he never thought of her that way, as a person, as anything other than Mrs. Gold.” He sighed. “And I wasn’t much better, was I?”

She squeezed her husband’s hand. “No, Rumple. You were better than Gold. But Lacey needed you, and you… weren’t there for her.”

He hung his head. “I was too preoccupied with thinking of you.”

“I know,” Belle said. “And she knew. Did you know for a while she thought that you were in love with Jefferson? She thought he was me.”

Rumple grimaced. “I did sleep with him, while you were... gone.”

“Yes, Lacey was very upset about that. That was why she went to Regina.”

His grip tightened on her hand. “Did Mrs.--Lacey--did she really offer herself to her?”

As she thought about Lacey--her loneliness, her sorrows, her self-loathing so strong that all she wanted was someone else to hate her and to punish her for existing--Belle’s stomach turned. That poor girl!

“Such a topsy-turvy world,” she whispered. “My worst nightmare became her dream. And Regina would have exploited Lacey’s desires. She would have hurt her in every way it’s possible to hurt a person.” She looked up at Rumple. “Except that you protected us. With our rings.”

Belle still had her ring in her fist. Lacey’s dress didn’t have pockets, and she’d left her clutch back at the shop. She’d been carrying the ring and the dagger since they’d parked the car over by the cabin. Poor Lacey hadn’t been ready to put the ring back on, but Belle never wanted to take it off again. She set the dagger on the ground, then held out both hands to Rumple.

He took the ring from her right hand, and gently slid it onto the finger of her left. Then he bent his head, and kissed the gold against her flesh.

“I should have done more,” he said as he rubbed her hand between his fingers. “I wasn’t sure how much magic it would take. To keep us together, to keep Regina from harming you. I knew we would be miserable, but I didn’t want you to suffer the way everyone else here was going to suffer.”

Belle let out a breathy chuckle. “Well, you did that much. Lacey’s suffering was certainly unique.”

Her husband turned away, he dropped her hand and shook his head.

She reached out to him, turned him back to her. “You did your best, Rumple. That’s all anyone can ever do. And it’s all over now. Emma broke the curse. We’re here. We’re together.” She took both of his hands in her own and clutched them tightly. “We can start looking for Baelfire!”

“Yes,” he whispered. He looked so fragile, so touched. Had he thought she’d forgotten about his son? Didn’t he know that the hope of finding Baelfire, of reuniting their family, had become her great mission as well as his?

“You have magic now, Rumple.” He had set the glass vial on the ground next to the dagger. The sparkly pink contents within were neither liquid nor gas, but something in between. Something like smoke, but more substantial. She picked up both items. The dagger was lifeless, but a strong tingle of magic came through the vial. “What do you plan to do with it?”

He drew her close, took the vial, and kissed her again. When they broke apart, he began to walk toward the clearing, to the wishing well.

I used to come up here for picnics with Mom. On slow summer days when Dad could handle the shop on his own. We threw quarters down the well and made wishes. I was young enough to think they’d come true.

Belle heard Lacey’s voice in her head, as distinctly as Lacey once heard hers. But Belle understood what was happening. She understood Lacey’s memories, could see them the way her other self remembered them. Belle had a vision of her mother--the noblewoman Lady Collette--as Linda Woolverton French in torn jeans and a faded yellow button-down, lifting Lacey up by the armpits so she could reach over the edge of the wishing well to release her coin.

She always wished that her life would be a fairy tale.

Now, when Belle joined her husband by the stone edge of the well, she didn’t make a wish. Rumple always said that wishing is wanting something without putting in the work to get it, without being aware that all magic comes at a price. But for this, Rumple had put in the work. He had paid prices again and again. He had devoted more time to ensuring this moment than any mortal man had spent on any task.

Belle held her breath as he uncorked the vial and let the magic waft out into the air. She didn’t wish, but she did hope as Rumple opened his hand and let the vial fall into the mystical waters below.

She shivered, and it was not entirely because of the cool spring evening and Lacey’s skimpy black dress. That morning she had been so deliberate about how she’d dressed herself. She’d been trying to impress Regina with real silk stockings and a matching set of black lingerie. Poor Lacey hadn’t thought of herself as much more than a hanger to put expensive clothes on.

They didn’t have to wait long for the magic.

She felt it in the dagger first. Even after a year of being married to Rumple and claiming the dagger and the Dark One as her own, Belle still didn’t have words to describe the power she wielded. It was like a life, but not. Something that consumed and created, but had only a limited will of its own. She felt the blade absorbing the magic, then felt it thrum with a power very different from the True Love potion.

It’s like a computer, Lacey supplied. It can do amazing things, but only once it’s turned on. What he’s doing now--it’s like we were in a blackout and he’s bringing back the juice.

Belle had only a hazy understanding of computers or electricity, so she deferred to Lacey. But there was no question that Rumple was bringing magic into Storybrooke.

The wisps of solid smoke that had emanated from the vial now billowed and darkened. It grew with alarming speed. First a plume of heavy purple smoke spewed up from the well and onto the forest floor. Then the magic expanded, up to the trees and out into the air. Rolling down the mountains and toward the harbor, it covered the town like a fog. The dagger in Belle’s hand pulsed and throbbed with the influx of power. Beside her, Rumpelstiltskin dug his hand into the flesh of her waist.

He was holding her. In the midst of this storm of magic, his strongest impulse was to hold on to her.

For a moment, there was nothing in the world but purple smoke. She couldn’t see or hear or feel, but she was not afraid. She breathed in magic with the air. She felt it settle onto her skin. She stayed still, and let herself be at peace. This was Rumple’s magic. She had nothing to fear.

When the smoke cleared, the world without magic looked much as it had before. If it weren’t for the dagger’s slow but steady pulse in her hand, she might have thought that nothing had changed.

“How will we know?” she whispered. “How strong is the magic? How will it take effect? Can you feel it, Rumple?”

Her husband had his eyes closed. He flexed his fingers, twitched his hands. He breathed deeply of this new air. “I feel… something,” he said softly. “It’s definitely magic, but it’s different. New magic for a new world.”

“You’ll want to study it.” She tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice. Of course getting here was just the first step. Of course there was still work to be done. They had come to this world to find Baelfire, that’s what Rumple would be thinking about. It was enough that she was back. It was enough that she would get to be near him, that they could work together toward their goal. It was enough that they were reunited, of course it was.

And yet, Belle couldn’t keep from hoping that they might have had a little time for a proper reunion. Even discounting the twenty-eight years of the curse, it had been a long time since they had both been together and safe and in their right minds. The craving for her husband burned deep and hot in her belly. But as much as she wanted intimacy, she could respect Rumple’s dedication to the task ahead of them.

Turning to face her, Rumple ran his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, and to the dagger in her hand. The thrumming had lessened, but if she concentrated, she could still feel the almost-life of it. The dagger had always connected the two of them. The powers and limitations of the Dark One were a part of him, the part over which he had given her complete control.

“There is a simple test we can try.” His voice was dark and husky. Was he reacting to the magic? Or was it desire? Did there have to be a difference? “If you want to, sweetheart.”

They stood close to each other, but there were times when they could never be close enough. She looked up at him. “What did you have in mind?”

Now his hand stroked her hair. He nuzzled his nose into her curls. “Will you give me an order, my love?” His voice rumbled, deep in his chest. “Will you use the dagger on me, mistress?”

Oh, fuck.

Belle’s grip tightened around the hilt of the dagger. The burning need inside her flared up, bright and strong. Not only was Belle about to get what she wanted, but she knew that Rumple wanted it too. They were in sync with each other. Their desires were united, as their minds and hearts had always been. As their bodies always wanted to be.

Shivering, Belle bit her lip and stepped back from her husband. She held the dagger aloft, over her head and pointed into the reddening sky. She looked into his dark, human eyes. She saw the admiration there, the worshipful desire. He looked at her like she was the whole world, and she knew that was how she looked at him.

Magic flowed into the dagger. The steady pulse of it became more rapid. It fed off of the excitement, the power, the love of this moment. Fed off of it, and amplified it.

“Rumpelstiltskin.” Belle’s voice was strong and clear as she gave the order: “Take me to bed.”

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They were in the cabin so quickly, Belle didn’t have time to register Rumple’s usual wine-red smoke. It didn’t matter. The magic worked. Her dagger, his transportation spell--it had worked!

His hands were on her. Moving rapidly, trying to cover every inch of her at once. Holding her face and kissing her. Gripping her hair and clutching her back. Cupping and stroking and unzipping every inch of her.

She tried to reciprocate, but only got as far as pushing off his suit coat. He was too fast, too frenzied. She couldn’t move while he was moving. Belle accepted that. For now at least, Rumple was going to act, and she was going to be acted upon. All she had to do was relax and let him do as he liked with her. She would get her turn soon enough.

“Gods!” he grunted when Lacey’s dress hit the floor. Somehow, there was enough space between them that he could see the sheer black lingerie. “You look very good in these clothes, Belle.”

The cabin wasn’t much more than one long room, with the bed tucked away into a corner behind a folding screen. Groping and fumbling, they had made their way over to it. Belle pushed Rumple onto his back and stood over him. She kept her motions slow, deliberate. It was her turn now, and he would just have to live with it.

“I feel sexy.” She leaned forward to unbutton his waistcoat and loosen his tie. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt sexy before.” Getting on the bed, she straddled his legs and began to work at his belt buckle. “We didn’t have that word back home.”

“You were.” Rumple sat up and pulled her close. He trailed a line of biting kisses from her throat to her bra straps. “You were and you are, my love, sexy.” He pulled down her straps and she wiggled her arms free. “And beautiful.” He squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples to make them hard. “And fucking gorgeous.” He pulled down the cups of her bra, putting her breasts on display.

For a moment he just stared, first at her breasts, and then at her face.

Reaching out, Belle brushed back a lock of his hair. In this world, his hair was smooth and sleek. He leaned into her touch.

“You are every word that has ever been spoken in any world to describe a perfect woman.” He kissed the palm that touched his face. “You are everything, Belle.”

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Belle shook her head at him. She knew her husband meant what he was saying, but that didn’t make his flattery any less over the top.

In a motion that was as natural as it was strange, Belle reached behind her back and felt for the hooks on her bra. Even though she had never worn this garment before, she was able to take it off with practiced ease. After all, Lacey had been wearing bras for almost half her life.

Underneath her, Belle felt Rumple’s hips jerk. Sitting up as best he could, he reached out to graze her garter belt, then the silk stockings on her legs. Slowly, he stroked up and down, touching the fabric as well as her flesh. Delicately, his fingers traced the outline of her satiny black panties.

Their eyes met and locked. Through the windows, the setting sun bathed them both in a rosy glow.

She touched his face again. He looked different, but felt the same. A hint of prickly stubble, warm skin over lean flesh and strong bones. He was a joy to have in her hands.

“Rumple,” she murmured.

“Belle,” he answered.

For a moment, it was all they could say. For a moment, it was all they could think. They had spent so long apart--apart from each other and apart from themselves. She had spent so much time being Lacey. And Lacey had spent so much time being Mrs. Gold. Rumple had been cursed to be Gold--a cruel man, an enemy of love, so many things he had learned to become better than.

But now they were themselves. And now they were together.

They kissed again. Belle fell onto the bed, and they lay side by side. He buried his hands in her hair while she pulled his shirt over his head. And then his undershirt. Finally, she could touch the warm, smooth expanse of his chest.

“And I thought you had layers back home!”

He chuckled, and tossed the clothes onto the floor. “At least I don’t need magic to take off these trousers.”

Rumple had to stand up to remove his pants. Belle took the opportunity to shimmy out of her underwear.

“Stockings on or off?” she asked him.

“Off,” he breathed. He stood over her body at the foot of the bed. “Tonight I want it to be just us, sweetheart. I want to feel every inch of your skin.”

Shivering at the thought, Belle lifted her knees up to her chest so she could unfasten her garters and roll down the silk stockings.

“Was I this flexible in the old world?”

“I think so.” Rumple knelt between her feet on the edge of the bed. “I never noticed any lack of maneuverability before.” He put his hands on her knees and slowly opened her thighs. “You were always perfect.”

“Lacey did yoga sometimes, maybe that’s it. She wanted to stay limber for--”

Belle stopped herself from saying Gold’s name. It would hurt Rumple, to be reminded of that. He wasn’t that man anymore, he didn’t want to think of himself that way.

He had noticed her hesitation. There was silence between her legs. The sun had mostly set now, and Rumple was in shadow. The brightest light in the cabin was her own body, pale against the dark bedclothes.

With one hand, Rumple held her bent leg. He braced himself against her, rested his head on her thigh. His other hand slowly reached up to cover her pubic mound. It was only when he touched her skin that she realized what he was seeing.

Lacey always shaved and waxed, because Gold had ordered her to. He told her her body hair was filthy and disgusting. He made her get rid of every flaw he could imagine, and then mocked her for wasting time and money trying. He starved her, and made her starve herself--of food, of dignity, of any sense of worth. He made her cut herself down to suit him. Smaller and smaller, until she was nothing. Nothing but what he wanted her to be. Mrs. Gold was a fucktoy, not a person--and that was how poor Lacey had thought she would find happiness.

That was what Rumple saw, when he looked at her body now.

“Darling.” She stroked his head. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“If not myself, then who?” He spoke through gritted teeth. On either side of her, Belle could feel his hands twisting in the sheets.

“Regina,” she answered firmly. “And Gold. But neither of them are here right now. We are. I am. Rumple, I’m here, and I love you. And I want you to show me that this is a body worth loving.”

He raised his head against her leg. “Oh, Belle,” he whispered.

“Lacey never got that from him,” she said. “She was never good enough for love, no matter what she did. If you want to be different from Gold, Rumple, show us that we’re good enough.”

He took a moment to understand her words. Belle could feel him figuring out what she wanted, and how he could give it to her. When he moved, she knew that he had made a decision.

“My Belle.” He placed a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then he did the same with the other. “My Lacey.”

Oh God!

Inside Belle’s head, Lacey had begun to cry. They were tears of joy and of pain, the overwhelming force of the getting of a dream so long deferred. For twenty-eight years, Lacey had fucked a man who didn’t love her. But now she was getting the love she needed. Rumple was finally treating her, not the way she thought she needed, but the way she truly deserved.

Rumple put his mouth on her, soft and warm, ever conscious of how fragile she was, how sensitive.

Mr. Gold did eat me out, Lacey said. But never like this. Never sweet, never like it was something just for me.

Belle hugged her arms tightly, hoping that somehow Lacey would feel it too.

“Rumple,” she whimpered. “Does Lacey taste good?”

Shuddering, he rose up out of her wetness. She felt his panting breath on her flesh. “Yes,” he said. “Lacey tastes wonderful.”

“Do you like eating her out?”

He placed a kiss on her bare cleft. “I love eating you out, sweetheart. I love bringing you pleasure, my darling.” He lowered his head and went back to his work. “My wife.”

Raising her legs over Rumple’s shoulders, she pressed her heels into his back. He delved into her, drank down everything she had to offer. He loved it all. He loved her!

She moaned and writhed while Rumple took her. His mouth was ravenous and frenzied. His hands dug into her thighs, holding on to her. His tongue and his nose pushed in, deeper and deeper, working her through one orgasm and then another.

“Rumple!” Belle’s body convulsed, rose up, and then collapsed. She lay on the bed, limp and boneless.

Rumple climbed up to join her. She couldn’t see him, but she knew the expression that would be on his face: Cocky, and pleased with himself, full of the satisfaction of a job well done.

“I love you,” she panted.

He leaned over her body. She tasted herself on his kiss. “I love you, Belle. And I hope I made something up to Lacey.”

Belle gave out a breathless chuckle. “If you had done that to her even once, she’d have been too in love with you to question anything.”

He squeezed her arm. “Do you really think she could have loved me?”

Belle pulled herself up to lean on her elbows. “Rumple, she did. Gold was a monster and she was as in love with him as she was afraid of him.” She stroked his face. “Once you stopped making her afraid, that space could have been filled up with more love.”

“Instead of just resentment because she knew I was in love with you.” He took her hand and kissed her fingers.

“Well, I’m not going to fault you for loving me.” Belle smiled and drew him down to her chest. “And I understand why you couldn’t tell Lacey.”

“And I couldn’t do what Gold did to her. It isn’t like when we play--”

“I know,” Belle kissed his forehead. “I remember all of that too.” She held him close, stroked him soothingly. “I’m not going to fault you for wanting to be better than him. You did everything you knew to be right at the time. You are good, Rumple. I promise.”

He sighed. “I would have been better, if you were with me.”

“Well, that was the curse. To keep us separated from the people we loved, to keep us from being our best selves.”

“Lacey became a better person, I think. As the curse wore on.”

“Lacey had you.” Belle was ready to open her legs again. “It’s not just me, Rumple. You can make people better too.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said as he rolled her over with his kisses.

He positioned himself on top of her. Did it feel like coming home for him, too? Belle remembered the early days of her deal with Dark One, how he had always come to her in darkness, how he had kept her from seeing him. Rumple had tried to keep her from knowing him, but she had been too curious.

And now he was hers. And now she was his.

He spread her sopping folds apart, but paused before he entered her. “Was Lacey still taking birth control?”

Belle tried to think. “She might have given up on it, what with… everything. She doesn’t remember the last time she went to the pharmacy.”

“Good.” Rumple pulled her up and kissed her again. It was a deep, sucking kiss, triumphant. His joy lasted until he broke apart. “I mean, if you want to. I know we talked about children before, but--”

“Rumple!” She kissed him now, just as furious and loving as he had to her. “Yes, I want your children. This world is safe for them, and if it isn’t we will make it safe. I trust you, Rumpelstiltskin. I want babies with you, and a home, and long evenings of talking to you and drinking tea. I want a future with you, Rumple. But what I want most of all, right now, is your motherfucking cock!”

“Fuck.”

It was an almost involuntary sound as he thrust into her. Belle spread her legs wider, so she could feel him, so she could welcome him. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. His cock in her cunt, her legs around his waist. Their hands laced together as he plowed into her, again and again and again.

Fucking was the first thing they had ever done together--a lifetime ago, in a dungeon in another world. He had made her golden cuffs out of straw and magic and their mutual pleasure. That was all they’d had at first. Now they had golden rings. Now they had each other. And soon, in this new world, they would have so much more.

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tempestaurora · 5 years ago

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the marvel cinematic universe fic rec post

I put some effort into this, let me tell you. The following post contains my favourite fics from the past few months, with many different relationships at the forefront. I’ve even recommended more fics I love from some authors, in case you like their work. Any marked with a * are my absolute faves.

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lemonlushff-iy · 5 years ago

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DAMNIT CARRA

@clearwillow because this is all I can apparently contribute to this....DAMNIT CARRA!!! And sorry @keichanz......I’m playing only a tad early.......... (and you know this isn’t everything anyways)

Sometime in the future in non-cannon A Heart’s Abduction...

“You can do better than that,” Inuyasha taunted, rolling his upper body to the side as Kagome tried to land a punch. Again. And failed. Again.

She let out a growl of frustration, causing Inuyasha to break out into a wide grin, and she swiped out at him. They had been at this for God only knows how long and she still had yet to even graze the fucker.

“If you stopped moving, maybe I’d be able to land one.”

“If I stopped moving, this wouldn’t be much of a challenge, and what would be the point in that?”

She swung her foot out, attempting to kick him in the side of his torso, but he just caught it firmly with both hands and gave it a nice, solid tug. She was on her back before she could process what was happening, the wind knocked from her lungs.

“Fuck,” she groaned, making him chuckle and sit down next to her, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Why on earth had she asked him to teach her to fight again?

“How’s the back of your head? It sounded like you hit it pretty hard when you fell...” He asked gently, the amusement twinkling in his golden eyes fading slightly as he expressed his concern.

“Pretty sure I’ve dealt with worse head injuries recently…”

His concern almost instantly melted into remorse and he pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and perching his chin on top. She absently admired the sinewy muscles moving beneath the surface of his skin, delighting in the way they seemed to dance.

She loved his workout clothes.

His shirt and pants clung to his body like a second skin, leaving little (but still some) to the imagination. He had pulled his hair into a top knot again to keep it out of his eyes as he trained her. His shirt completely exposed his arms and shoulders, allowing for easier movement - the gaps so large she could see a fair bit of his sides and even a bit of his chest...yet it’s collar covered a small portion of his neck.

It was a strange choice of clothing...but that shirt frequently caught her attention and made it hard for her to listen to him. Especially when she could see the muscles of his arms move.

“You have,” he morosely agreed, turning his head to shoot her a genuinely apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for what we did to you…”

“Me too,” she smiled wistfully, “But...despite everything that’s happened...I’m glad for it.”

His eyes widened in shock as she pushed herself to sit with a groan.

“You’re glad for it?” he whispered in disbelief as she tucked her legs to the side and casually shrugged in response.

“I never would have met you otherwise. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, Inuyasha.”

“Kagome,” he breathed, his face softening as he lowered his knees to mirror her posture. His hand subtly inched closer to hers until the tip of his finger tentatively touched hers. He was still so desperate yet nervous to touch her…

She glanced from their hands back up to his face and was surprised to see him lean down, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side to kiss her. She could feel his uncertainty as he pressed his lips to hers, the sensation lingering as he moved slightly away from her with a shy blush. She hooked a finger under his chin, encouraging him to lean forward so that their lips could meet again. It was sweet and tender, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the way his lips moved against hers. She enjoyed the way he silently told her how much he cared about her, and she silently rejoiced when he lightly cupped her cheek.

She sighed when he pulled away this time, but allowed him to put some distance between them. He continued to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he seemed to contemplate something. Finally, he nodded and stood, his eyes glowing with excitement as he strode over to the other side of the room where a control panel had been installed in the training room.

It was just a simple, padded room that housed different kinds of weaponry. One wall was completely translucent for outsiders to observe, but not get in the middle of the cross fire. She had seen Koga and Inuyasha make that wall opaque before, however, much like the windows in their room.

“Inuyasha?” she called, pushing to stand and curiously following him.

“I think we’ve done enough training for now,” he explained, pressing a few buttons and working through the prompt screen. “I think we should take a break and do something more fun.”

He pushed one more final button, and Kagome let out a yelp of surprise as she felt her feet lift off the padded mat.

Had he…

“Did you turn the gravity off?” she questioned, his giant grin all she truly needed as an answer.

“You haven’t really experienced it yet in a safe setting,” he explained, pushing away from the wall with a spin. She squealed as he grabbed her hands and pulled her with him. She loved his innocent smile as he delighted in her excitement.

“This is a safe environment, huh?” She giggled, feeling him pull her closer.

“Safer than last time,” he shrugged, and she did her best to not think about exactly why that was. “I thought this would be fun,” he continued, spinning her out from his chest. This time he let go, and she shrieked in delight. The room was dancing all around her and she was struggling to see but she didn’t care.

This feeling of weightlessness...it was intoxicating.

She bounced off of the wall, hurtling back towards him and he caught her, wrapping her in his arms as they careened towards the opposite wall. He dug his claws into it, keeping them there as they laughed together, and she buried her head into the crook of his neck.

When she finally calmed down, she looked back up at him, a smile spreading across her face at the shear happiness on his.

“This is fun,” she complimented, and she felt him pull her closer to him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm…”

“And to think we’ve just started…” he smirked, a fang poking out of the corner of his mouth. That was her only warning before she felt him push up and they floated towards the ceiling. She clung onto him, closing her eyes as they soared higher and higher.

She felt them jerk to a stop, her body crashing into his and he softly told her to open her eyes.

“It’s ok,” he continued, his words a gentle murmur. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Slowly, nervously, she opened them and turned her head. What was once down was now up and her entire world had gone topsy turvy. She dug her nails into the back of his shirt, clinging to him on the ceiling.

“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s ok. Don’t be scared…”

“I...I’m not, I think. I think I’m just...not quite used to the world working this way.”

“Do you want to go back?”

“No...I think I’m ok. Just...don’t let go?”

“Never.”

She smiled gently at him, taking in the way his hair floated around him, his silvery strands mixing together with hers...like they belonged together. She gingerly reached out and grabbed a strand, feeling it’s silken texture between her fingertips before letting go.

“It’s like a sea anemone,” she explained, and he raised a lone brow, silently asking her to explain.

She went on to describe them, and he tilted his head to the side. A contemplative smile tugged at his lips as he reached out and plucked a strand of her own hair, running his fingertips across it.

His eyes grew pensive for a moment before becoming distant, and a blush spread over his face before he let the lock go.

“What are you blushing about?” She teased, wrapping her arm around his neck. Her hand accidentally grazed his bare shoulder and she tried to ignore the electricity she felt at the contact.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, but she wouldn’t accept that.

“It must be something! You don’t just blush for no reason.”

“And what if I do?”

“That’s highly unlikely,” she snorted, and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Some things aren’t worth sharing,” he shrugged and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine...don’t tell me.”

He was silent for a moment before confessing, “I don’t want to tell you because you’ll get mad.”

“How do you know?”

“I know,” he replied wrly.

“Maybe I won’t.”

“Maybe…it’s not worth it though.”

“What if I threatened to use this,” she smirked, her fingers coming to toy with the beads he wore around his neck.

“Not sure how that would work, actually…” he pondered, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how much thought he was putting into her empty threat.

“Why don’t you tell me and then we won’t have to find out?”

His eyes turned dark and he cupped her cheek, gently caressing it before relenting and confessing in a whisper, “I was wondering what our hair would look like mixed together across my pillow.”

“Are you asking me to let you sleep in bed with me?” She asked, her throat suddenly very dry.

“What I had in mind didn’t involve much sleeping,” he replied huskily, his gaze shifting to her lips again and she felt her breath hitch.

“I thought you didn’t want to do that…” she breathed. “At least not now.”

“I changed my mind since last time,” he replied, attempting to shrug casually, and failing miserably. “You might not feel the same way I do, but I’m willing to settle for whatever you’re willing to offer...and...and if that’s still on the table, I’m interested in it.”

“Inuyasha…I…”

He sighed, swearing. “Listen...just forget I said anything, ok? I shouldn’t have given in—”

“—who said I don’t feel the same way?”

He made a choking sound before sputtering a surprised, “Do you?”

She just smiled, and gently tugged at his neck, bringing her lips to his in a down to hers, gently kissing him. He almost instantly responded, hungry for everything she was willing to offer him...and she was willing to offer him quite a bit. She had come to care for him so much so quickly. She needed him like she needed air.

She silently told him that, letting her lips say everything her voice hadn’t. She wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer and digging her fingers into his hair. They parted for only a moment before he pulled her back to him, gasping for air but unwilling to let her go. She could taste his desire...it was pure and unadulterated and more intense than anything she had ever experienced before.

A low, unbidden moan escaped her as he deepened their kiss, his fangs scraping gently along her bottom lip. They were so sharp and it was such a foreign sensation...yet he was true to his nature - tender and gentle. He’d never hurt her. He’d sooner hurt himself, and he’d protect her with his life. This knowledge, along with the sensations running through her set her blood on fire.

She was burning - aching in ways she hadn’t known were possible, and she knew that he was the only one that could help with the flames within. She parted from him, panting and ignoring his sounds of disappointment. Soon, she pulled different sounds from him. More carnal noises as she tailed her lips across his jaw line and down to his neck.

“Kagome…” he whimpered, and she could feel him tremble from her touch. She soon ran into the neck of his workout top, and she let out a growl of annoyance, trying to pull it down and away so she could continue to enjoy him. He laughed breathily at her reaction, and he pushed her slightly away from him so he could remove it, letting go of the ceiling. He tossed the shirt and she absently noticed it float away, but she didn’t really give two fucks about that right now.

Or the fact that they were no longer tethered to anything.

She had more important matters to see to. She could feel his chest rapidly moving against hers as she latched onto his neck, nipping, biting and sucking it like she had wanted to before. She could taste the salt on his skin from earlier as she ran her tongue up him, and he shivered from the sensation.

“It’s not fair,” he mewled, as her nails ran across his shoulders, her hands delighting in finally being able to touch him in all the ways her mind had been begging her to since she saw him put that goddamn shirt on.

“What?” she smirked.

“If my shirt is off, yours should be too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he growled, pushing her back slightly to give her hem a light tug.

She had to admit he had a valid point...and besides. She was sure that feeling his skin pressed against hers would be positively electrifying.

“Well...If you think that’s fair...”

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. I REGRET NOTHING.

#damnit carra #non canon a heart's abduction #project keiz

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