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musicallisto · 3 years ago

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└➤ angst tropes & clichés (taken from tv tropes)

i. Anguished Declaration of Love: Someone who's harbored their feelings for another person ends up confessing their love when it looks like they and their object of affection are done for.

ii. Cry into Chest: A character breaks down sobbing into the chest of their friend or lover.

iii. Died in Your Arms Tonight: A dying character is cradled in the arms of an onlooker.

iv. Dying Declaration of Love: Someone tragically dies as they confess their love for a person.

v. Et Tu, Brute?: Betrayal is one of the worst things that can happen to a character, and it can especially hit hard if it's someone the character trusted most in the world.

vi. Evil Former Friend: It's a special kind of twist to make the standard good vs. evil conflict more tragic by establishing that the villain used to be the hero's friend.

vii. Go Through Me: A defender interposes themselves between the attacker and their target

viii. Green-Eyed Epiphany: I'm not interested in him/her. *sees them with another character* I can't believe he/she's with somebody else instead of me!

ix. "I Know You're in There Somewhere" Fight: Fighting a corrupted or transformed friend while trying to get the good in them to overcome the evil inside them.

x. I Want My Beloved to Be Happy: Someone is attracted to a person, but is willing for the other person to be with someone else if it means that the person they love would be happier that way.

xi. Now Or Never Kiss: The Last Kiss, except it's not the last. But the characters don't know that.

xii. Planning for the Future Before the End: It can be very depressing to see someone promise something that, due to incoming death, can't possibly be kept.

xiii. Please, Don't Leave Me!: A character desperately begs their loved ones to not go away and leave them.

xiv. Reunion Vow: The basis is that a character is about to be parted from their loved one (usually significant other) with little hope of reunion, but nonetheless vows to be reunited with them one day, despite how unlikely it may seem.

xv. Star-Crossed Lovers: Two lovers for some reason cannot be together.

xvi. The One That Got Away

xvii. Nightmare Comfort: don’t know the name for this one but when a character is awoken by a bad dream and their love interest / friend conforts them. yeah I eat that shit right up

└➤ fluff tropes & clichés (taken from tv tropes)

i. Reunion Kiss: In short, all the torment of their separation and its surrounding events is released in a shower of mixed emotions and sealed with a kiss.

ii. Intimate Healing: Includes huddling for warmth, after action patch-up, mouth to mouth resuscitation, caring for the other when sick...

iii. Lazy Morning

iv. Snow Means Love: A classic romantic setting is two lovers alone in a gentle snowfall. Bonus points if the first snowflake falls immediately after they get together.

v. Stargazing Scene

vi. Grand Romantic Gesture: Grand Romantic Gestures occur when someone gives elaborate gifts or stages outlandish events in an attempt to be romantic. Sometimes it works, sometimes it backfires. The path to true love never did run smooth, after all.

vii. Proposal

viii. Meet Cute

ix. Dance of Romance: For some reason, waltzing with a friend, or friend-of-a-friend, always winds up with one or both participants acquiring (or realizing) feelings of love towards the other, as though it were some kind of movement-driven truth/love spell.

x. Love Confession

xii. Reincarnation Romance: Two people love each other so deeply, and are tied by the Red String of Fate so closely, that they will meet and fall in love every time they reincarnate, lifetime after lifetime.

xiii. Sleep Cute: Two characters sleep together, one's head pillowed on the other's shoulder, chest, or possibly lap.

xiv. Hurt/Comfort

xv. Mutual Pining

don’t hesitate to suggest some more!

#tropes #writing prompts #prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts

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ardentmuse · 6 years ago

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Tropes Prompt List

I’m using conventional tropes here by their proper names. Most are self-explanatory but if you are unsure, check what they entail on TV Tropes.

Love Tropes

Accidental Public Confession

Almost Kiss

Anger Born of Worry

Blind Date

Break His Heart to Save Him

Caught in the Rain

Childhood Friends Romance

“Dear John” Letter

Deconfirmed Bachelor

Dying Declaration of Love

Everyone Can See It

Exiled to the Couch

Fake Relationship

First Cut is the Deepest

First Love

Flirting Under Fire

Forgotten First Meeting

Friendly War

Friends with Benefits

Gibberish in Love

Girl of My Dreams

Green-Eyed Epiphany

Hands-on Approach

Happily Married

Her Boyfriend’s Jacket

Her Heart Will Go On

High School Sweethearts

Holding Hands

I Can't Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship

I Got You a Drawer

“I love you” Stigma

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy

Imagined Love Triangle

Imagined Innuendo

Inconvenient Attraction

Innocent Cohabitation

Interrupted Intimacy

Intertwined Fingers

It Doesn’t Mean Anything

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies

The Lady’s Favour

Lap Pillow

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone

Let’s Wait Awhile

Like An Old Married Couple

Like Parent, Like Spouse

Long Distance Relationship

Love Across Battlelines

Love at First Punch

Love at First Sight

Love Before First Sight

Love Letter

Love Makes You Uncreative

Love Potion

Love Triangle

Love Will Lead You Back

Married to the Job

Matchmaker Crush

Meet the In-Laws

Mistaken for Cheating

Motivational Kiss

Mrs. Hypothetical

My Girl Back Home

My Own Private “I do”

My Sister is off-limits!

Necktie Leash

New Old Flame

Oblivious to Love

Office Romance

Operation: Jealousy

Relationship Reveal

Road Trip Romance

Romantic Fake-Real Turn

Romantic Wingman

Runaway Bride

Secret Relationship

Sex Equals Love

She Cleans Up Nicely

She’s Not my Girfriend

Sickening Sweethearts

Slap-Slap-Kiss

Smithical Marriage

Star-crossed Lovers

Surprise Pregnancy

Teacher-Parent Romance

Ten Minutes in the Closet

There’s Only One Bed

They Do

Undercover as Lovers

Understanding Boyfriend

Wartime Wedding

Was it All a Lie?

Weakness Turns Her On

When Harry Met Svetlana

Why Can’t I Hate You?

You Must Be Cold

Your Favorite

#prompts #trope prompts #tv tropes #250 followers

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hati-skoll · 7 years ago

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NOCT ME UP

[AO3] [Kinkmeme Prompt]

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Greetings fellow Nocturnes!

We interrupt the month-long memorial for His Royal Highness Noctis Lucis Caelum with exciting news. Our beloved prince is alive! That's right, folks, the sexiest bachelor of Insomnia can be felled by no giant, laser-blasting daemon.

There have been numerous sightings of our lovely angel in black corduroys all over Leide, Duscae and Cleigne over the past couple of weeks, accompanied by a presently unidentified trio – likely candidates include Ignis Scientia from the noble House of Scientia, Prince Noctis' loyal Chamberlain; Gladiolus Amicitia from the warrior House of Amicitia, steadfast shield to our future king; Cor Leonis the Immortal; and Prompto Argentum, Prince Noctis' high school classmate. Anyone who is able to provide further information pertaining to His Highness' companions will be generously compensated. Please direct all relevant emails to [email protected].

In light of the heartening news, this week's issue of Noct Me Up will feature a collection of personal accounts detailing Prince Noctis' post-invasion affairs.

Prince Noctis is flawless.

This is a fact we're all very familiar with, but it appears those outside the walls of Insomnia have yet to be blessed by the blinding glory of our esteemed prince. Nevertheless, a chance encounter with his illustrious personage has sent the patrons at Hammerhead reeling.

"So, uh, everyone out here knows, if you wanna get your car fixed, you go to Cid. Best mechanic in these parts, y'know? I mean, of course you do," says starry-eyed customer, Moretum Caesar, "So anyway, I've bust my engine just that morning when I was out on an errand for ma, I don't know what I did to it, I mean if I did, I wouldn't be at Cid's. Had the car towed to the garage and Cid tells me I gotta get in line. Turns out a couple of unlucky schmucks got their car in a pretty bad shape.

"Happens all the time out here. The roads are pretty mean; they'll wear out your tires the way a pack of sabertusks'll run down a weary hunter- Sorry, got a little gruesome there.

"Anyway, the roads here ain't nothing like the shiny black asphalt they've got back in the Crown City. So I'm feeling pretty bad for these guys, might've lent a hand, I don't know, offered them some of ma's fresh leiden pepper- We've got the freshest produce in Duscae, and they're only going for twenty gil a piece!

"Uh, right, but then, when I was walking outta the garage, I saw her. No, not Cindy. The car. It was massive. Built like it could take on a behemoth. I was staring at her thinking, [REDACTED]. That's a damned fine ride. Didn't look anything like any of the cars in these parts. Insomnia-make, could tell from a mile away. And maybe I was feeling… a little less charitable towards… city-folks, you know. Probably rich kids, who've had it good all their lives.

"And that's when I saw him. Well, them. But him. Yeah, I think they were trying to go, what's the term, 'in cognito'? Yeah? Sure ain't cognito from where I was standing. They were wearing the crown's colours, all black. And the prince. Man, I ain't one of those poetic types. But I'd sure as hell try for him. See, he was running towards the garage from across the road – not looking both sides, because all the cars in the world would stop for His Royal Highness.

"I'm not being snarky. With a face like that, and an ass- this isn't going to get me in trouble with the Crownsguard, is it? No? You're sure? Well, an ass like that, all perky and tight, could stare at it for years. Not that I'd ever think of touching. Ever. I mean, he's the prince. So there's no need for any of the Crownsguard to be knocking on my door in the middle of the night.

"Yeah, anyway, he jogged over, hair flipping like in one of those fancy hair commercials. The light all golden and rosy around him, and his skin looked… astral-kissed, all shiny and soft.

"Then he stopped right in front of me, kind of looked at me through his bangs. And he said, hey. He said hey. Hey. Can you imagine? The prince! I think I was standing there for fifteen minutes or something even after they left. And that's when I was hit with the epiphany, you know."

Yes, we do, Prince Noctis is flawless.

I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil.

After assuring Tom Laesus, part-time hunter and self-proclaimed lamialogist, that no, we're not from the empire, and no, we wish no harm on the honourable Crown Prince of Lucis, the NMU team is treated to a most delightful tale of His Highness' never-ending compassion, and surprising insight into the royal beauty regiment.

"Prince Noctis saved my life! He just swooped in and, kapow, wham, bam! Magic sword! And then whoosh, right across the field. And then he did this thingy, and it was like ziiing, glowy weapons all around him. And then he pfkuk, shzoosh, krrek the [REDACTED] out of those [REDACTED] voretooths, and I swear a giant mother-[REDACTED] astral appeared and it was huge and then it was like BOOOOOM!

"And I was- Huh? You want me to back up a little?

"Okay. Yup. [I took up a hunt at] Wiz Chocobo Post. We've been running low on gil lately, and Jen – that's my little sister – needs to see her paediatrician. She's got a lung condition. And it was supposed to be an easy job.

"I'm not suicidal! One gigantoad isn't so bad. I'm a pretty decent shot, so I can kinda snipe it from afar? Anyway. I bagged the job, and I was heading back to Wiz to collect my gil. But this [REDACTED] pack of voretooths showed up all of a sudden, and they were right on my [tail]!

"I knew I had to get to higher ground or I'd be [in serious trouble]. But it was raining, and I just spent half an hour sniping a gigantoad and I was tired, which means careless; and yup, one of them messed up my ankle pretty bad, before I found a decent ledge to take cover on.

"I thought I was going to be daemon fodder for sure! The sun was setting. I was out in the wild, my leg hurt, the voretooths were still out there. We're talking major, major [REDACTED]-fest. Chances of survival looked close to nil.

"So whatever, I started yelling for help. Pretty sure no one would hear me. But… I wasn't just going to lie back and think of Lucis while daemons made mincemeat out of me!

"And Prince Noctis appeared. Prince Noctis! Can you believe it? I thought I was hallucinating. Or dead! Or dead and hallucinating! But there he was! Just schmosh! Cutting the voretooths down like they're… like they're flies!

"He had the guy with glasses hand me a potion after they took care of the [REDACTED] beasts. Prince Noctis was totally chill about it, although I think he was kinda upset that they messed up his hair? I mean, it still looked pretty [REDACTED] awesome to me!

"Uh, I might've told him I'd pay for the damages. Brain to mouth filter went down after all that splooosh. His big, brawny bodyguard dude told me not to bother – kinda implied I wouldn't be able to afford it. Which is, well, duh. I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil or something.

"Although the insurance company's probably under Niflheim control now, if it still exists-

"Guy with glasses was promising the prince to cook up some fancy tomato hair paste? While they were walking away? Prince Noctis didn't seem too psyched about it."

I hear he does car commercials. In Altissia.

The hunters around Cape Caem were a lot more tight-lipped about Prince Noctis' whereabouts, but we are nothing if not tenacious when it comes to news regarding His Royal Highness. After several days of scouting the area, the NMU team chanced upon a friendly restaurateur who's been dealing carrots with a "quite charming" group of four. We've been led to believe that the Prince's retinue is growing a farm right on Cape Caem. But it appears Prince Noctis has bigger plans than agriculture in store.

"Ah, yes. They've rather capable green thumbs, those boys," Tony Cauponi says fondly, "Even though one of them seems to detest carrots quite profusely. Such a shame, caem carrots make for a most delectable palate, quite the rage over at Cupona.

"Hm? A description of the boy? Black hair, blue eyes, I believe- About my height? Yes, I'd say about there. And a penchant for black, which his friends share.

"Handsome lads, all of them. I hear they're in the fashion industry, just enjoying a bit of nature in their free time. The blond one said something about being seaside supermodels. He was taking a lot of pictures, probably for their portfolio. That's quite important for models.

"Anything else I heard? You're fans of the lads, aren't you? Well, let's see…

"The muscled one – he's a sports model, isn't he, considering his physique – was telling his more genteel, high-fashion friend – the one with coiffed chestnut hair and glasses? – that Blue Eyes had been 'taking forever and refused to put the rod back in'.

"I think Blue Eyes replied with, 'All you did was tell me to 'put my back in it'. It was frickin' huge and my arms were tired, alright?'

"Ah. I'm not sure I want to speculate on what they were talking about. Could be plenty of things. Like sex, or… gravure modelling? Or… sex?

"The bespectacled gentleman praised Blue Eyes for his persistence and assured him that he's 'getting much better' and that he does in fact have, ahem, 'a good sense of when to relax and when to use his muscles, although he has been rather tensed lately, so maybe they ought to take some time that night to massage him properly and get him adequately loosened up?'.

"I didn't catch Blue Eyes' response, but he must've been on board with that plan, because there weren't any protests coming from his quarter.

"The smaller blond one was chattering about the quality of Altissia's beds, so maybe that's where they're heading for their next shoot? He said something getting a car on a boat, and how that'll make 'a wicked picture'.

"Huh, I'm guessing, sea-themed car commercials? In Altissia. Sounds like an interesting concept."

Well. If Prince Noctis' looking for a career change, then I'm sure his future works will be highly anticipated!

One time, he met First Secretary Camelia at a bar. And she told him he was pretty.

If that isn't enough to excite you, we're sure the next account will have you on the edge of your seats. One of our subscribers sent us an email a couple of days ago with a few attached pictures. With her permission, we're publishing the contents of the email below: (We're sure you'll find this as interesting as we did!)

Hey girls, you'll never guess who I saw down at Maagho bar.

[princesexyaf1.jpg]

Tell me that isn't His Royal Sexiness Prince Naughty Noctis. I dare you. Tell me it isn't him. He's even more gorgeous in person dfdahbjvfa Like you can't see in the photos, but I swear those eye lashes are just wasted on a guy. Are we sure he doesn't use mascara? Like are we actually sure?

Anyway, he and his boy toys showed up out of the blue, looking all sensually dishevelled mmm… I wonder what they've been doing to get their hair and clothes all mussed like that. [Friendly reminder that Noct Me Up frowns upon hate mails directed at any of His Highness' love interests.] Came sashaying in like they totally do not have the empire riding their asses.

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Also, you see that second photo, where he's standing with his hip cocked and his shirt riding up? Our boy has abs! And he was totally flaunting it for his boyfriends, I kid you not. Bending over every flat surface like he's asking for a pounding. The blond one, Prompto iirc, Prince Noctis' classmate(?), he was taking photos like his life depended on it.

Ok I tried to secretly video them, and let me tell you, it was hard. It's like those boys have ESPN or something. They turn every time I have my phone camera up. But whatever, at least I got Something.

[princesexyafnbfs.mp4]

The footage is shaky and grainy, tilted at about 60 degrees off-centre, but it focuses on Noctis' figure as he leans over a barrel – back arched and ankles crossed. Prompto laughs, bumping into Noctis' side as he enthuses about something. It's inaudible due to white noise and background static, but he's pointing at his camera. They move closer, so their bodies are pressed flush against one another, almost huddling. Ignis draws Noctis' attention after a few seconds, and Noctis turns to him. After a short exchange, Ignis leans forward. It's unclear from the angle, but one might assume the prince's advisor is taking liberties. Gladiolus soon enters the frame, casually mussing Noctis' hair with a smug grin. Noctis tries to duck. He fails, and his pout is visible despite the bad video quality. There's a bit of rough-housing, before Gladiolus abruptly freezes. He turns to stare directly into the camera, at which point, the camera spins and the feed cuts to black.

And it's like so obvious they've a Thing. I mean, c'mon. Did you not see that kiss? That was so obviously a kiss. They make such a cute couple. Or foursome. #LOVEWINS Look, all I'm saying is, if Prince Butter-My-Muffins wants his muffins buttered, then who are we to judge? Plus that's some very Fine men he's toting about, I wouldn't blame him for wanting in on that meat sandwich.

Now for the juicy deets, First Secretary Camelia popped by all casual-like to have a word with His Royal Pinchable-Cheeks. Totally not suspicious at all, no siree. Walked straight right up to Weskham and asked for his "pretty boy guests" because everyone's clearly been waiting for Prince Noctis to show up after that announcement about the Oracle.

They were talking real soft and secretive, but I swear the First Secretary invited Prince Noctis back to her apartment 'to discuss terms'. I'm betting they're here for amnesty, the prince and his boyfriends. It only makes sense, since Accordo's the only place with any sort of independence from the Empire. Am I right or amirite?

Since the treaty's screwed six ways to Sunday, he can even tie the knot with one of his boy toys. That's what couples come to Altissia for – no, not the view. Cheap marriage licenses!

You think they'll have a fake King Regis officiating, or is that too tasteless?

One time he stabbed me with his sword. It was awesome.

Our last entry comes from a mysterious man in a fedora who has identified himself as Nydra Ainuzi. He approached one of our Accordo-based NMU associates shortly after we received the email informing us about Prince Noctis' impending elopement. Nydra considers himself, "a well-informed expert on Lucian royalty, their retainers and all other matters concerning the Crown and Crystal," and he has been "paying special attention to the so prodigious last son of Lucis Caelum."

"Where do I begin, where do I begin? Oh, there is just so much to tell about the beautifully tragic Prince Noctis.

"Shall we begin with his battle habits? I think we shall. Behold, the brave and heroic Prince Noctis. He's nimble and quick and oh so skilled with his weapons, and [sharp intake of breath] dear me, is His Royal Highness carrying a moogle plushie into battle?

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"Heavens, who would have guessed that the prince was so attached to stuffed animals? To think he'd be childish enough to lug one around while fighting, such disappointing disregard for proper battle etiquette- I do need that photo back. It was stolen, as in borrowed from someone.

"Yes, a blond-budding-photographer someone.

"Well. I guess he wouldn't miss it.

"Hm, I see you're quite charmed by the prince's utterly unprofessional attachment to toys. But have you seen this appallingly indecent cosplay he did for that crass video game festival?

[ardynsphoto2.jpg]

"Oh, you're swooning. Yes, it's awfully risqué of the prince. What a blatant lack of respect for decorum, showing so much skin- No, you cannot have that photo. It's borrowed.

"Oh fine.

"You seem quite pleased to have seen Noctis' n- nipple. I can't say I understand the appeal.

"I beg your pardon?

"You wish to know of the prince's steamy dalliances with his secret paramours? Oho, I can definitely help you with that. Let's see here.

[ardynsphoto3.jpg]

"Feast your eyes.

"Indeed, how terribly promiscuous- Such unruly behaviour from a scion of the distinguished line of Lucis, no less. I'm sure you're all quite horri… fically excited.

"Because it is obviously a cause for celebration – to have a sexually active prince, enamoured with his very male attendants. No cause for concern at all. None at all. The lack of heirs would be sending no one into a state of panic.

"Do you even-

"Why, I'm sure you would even be pleased to know that the prince once stabbed me with his sword. Quite brutally. Are you excited about that, hm? Do his violent tendencies not faze you? Do they not cloud your sunnily enthusiastic support of whatever that brat-

"I don't think I expected so shrill a reaction, but it's rather flattering to know that you feel so strongly about my well-being- What?

"Was it what? Awesome? Are we on the same page?

"Was it awesome to be stabbed by Prince Noctis' sword? I- Do I look particularly prone to masochistic tendencies? Well, I suppose being tormented and ravaged by daemons for two thousand years does that to-

"You know what, yes. Yes, it was awesome. I absolutely enjoyed being impaled on the pointy end of his magic metal phallic symbol. You can put that down in your little publication. Good day.

"And keep that photo."

And there you have it, the life and times of our ever beloved, ever righteous Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. Watch out for next week's issue of Noct Me Up to find out more about His Royal Highness' devoted bedmates and their amazing sexcapades.

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#ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum #chocobros #fanfiction

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ohlookamiraculousblog · 8 years ago

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The Great Hair Dared

Chapter 1 – Dares. Focused on Hairs.

“Since TECHNICALLY Alix never won the race,” (everyone’s brain simultaneously: since she kind of tried to murder everyone over a watch), “then TECHNICALLY I don’t have to stop giving out dares!” Kim claimed triumphantly.

Alix couldn’t deny it, she hadn’t raced him

‘Or rather couldn’t remember racing him the one time she did, but that didn’t count because, well, breaking time and all.’ Marinette’s brain reminded her as she casually eavesdropped. It’s not that the story Alya was telling wasn’t interesting, but she had heard three times this morning of how Ladybug roundhouse kicked the last akuma.

The classwide outcry of groans was swiftly suppressed when Kim yelled out, “SO ADRIEN AGRESTE.” Invoking four heads to pop up and look back at Kim’s seat. “I challenge you to a dare!”

All eyes turned anxiously to a blonde-haired-green-eyed boy. An unamused glare glazed Adrien’s eyes and an annoyed sag fell over his shoulders. “What is it this time?”

“Hmm, honestly I’ve gotten bored with picking them. I think someone else should decide the dare.” And a genuinely thoughtful gaze crossed over the class. Scanning over he chanted, “No. No. Nuh-uh. No. Nah. Nope.” His eyes stopped on Alya first, “mmmmnnnoooooooo”

While Kim wasn’t afraid of much save spiders (which is fair) but he didn’t want to chance a dare coming from THAT mind.

His eyes quickly snapped to Marinette. He pointed, lurching forward in the motion.

“You!”

“Me?!”

“Yeah you! You’re gonna choose what the dare is.”

It didn’t bother Marinette, in fact she might even be able to help out Adrien. She shrugged, “ok I don’t min-”

“AND you have to be in on the stakes as well!”

A chorus of “ooooooh"s flooded the classroom. In an instant, the class had quite sharply turned on Marinette, if they’re enthusiasm was anything to go by. Soon the whole room was buzzing with excitement, Adrien himself included.

He had faith in her, Marinette couldn’t possibly let him down!

'WHAT?! Okay hold up Marinette think, think! THINK!!’ Marinette visibly struggled to come up with the perfect dare. She puckered her lips and looked from the ceiling to the floor as though she would physically find the answer.

It had to be something that Kim could never be able to do, and that Adrien and Marinette could breeze through. Mathematics came to mind, and while it wasn’t her strongest suit, Adrien had it down to a science. (literally)

But she couldn’t do that, no matter what the stakes, she couldn’t embarrass Kim like that. Yeah he could be obnoxious, but just because he preferred sports over studying didn’t give her a reason to humiliate him she decided.

Mulling it over further was put to a halt as Miss Bustier walked in and instructed them all to sit down.

She had time now, she had a chance to think.

And think she did, over the entire class period. Alya, knowingly, began writing up a second set of notes. She knew better than anyone that once Marinette was on a mission, not hell or high waters would stop her.

'Especially since this mission involved 'saving’ her beloved Prince Charming’ Alya inwardly giggled.

In the meantime, Adrien couldn’t help the occasional humming sound from behind him. Sometimes he would hear her whine lightly, he took note that there was a positive whine as well as a negative whine.

The positive whine was hopeful almost, as though she were saying, "yeah that might work!”

Mostly they would immediately be followed by a negative whine though. It was lower pitched, monotone, only a second or two long, and the piano portion of his brain told him it was a C sharp.

He tried to take notes, honestly! But the moment he saw Nino taking a second set he gave up. He resigned himself to taking mental notes.

Of the sounds he heard.

Coming from behind him.

Until finally he heard a gasp. She just had an epiphany, he just knew it. 'Double underline THAT noise in my memory.’

Now he had to wait.

It was horrible, waiting till the bell rang. 15 mins felt like another 6 hours. When the bell finally did ring, he had been sitting there for almost almost 36 hours.

As soon as the bell rang every student in the room turned towards Marinette.

Marinette stood reverently to address Kim. “I have decided.”

The silence stiffened in the room. All the students stared, paying much more attention than they had to the lecture not even a minute before. Marinette took a breath and spoke again, “instead of a dare, how about a bet?”

Kim’s face immediately scrunched up, “Ehhhhh…” he started.

“Now hold on! You chose me to pick the dare, so listen up!” Kim sat straight back down from where he had begun to stand in protest.

“They’re having that fireworks display by the Eiffel Tower tomorrow night, and I have it on good authority that Ladybug and Chat Noir will be there together.”

'What? I didn’t know that!’ Thought both Adrien and Alya. Both felt rather scandalized, although for very different reasons.

“Kim, you think they should get together don’t you?” Marinette continued, blissfully unaware of the two whirlpools of thoughts swirling behind her.

“You mean do I ship LadyNoir? Yeah of course!” To which a majority of the class nodded or hummed in agreement.

Miss Bustier was fascinated, here they were sitting and discussing like normal humans. It was so very different from class time, which could, at times, be rather frustrating. She couldn’t bring herself to break them up, so they continued on without interruption.

“Well, if you’re so certain that they’ll be together, it would stand to reason they would be on a date when they go to see fireworks.”

“I still don’t see what your point is Marinette.” Kim stated, balking at this lame idea.

“What if they kiss?” She stated simply.

It was quiet at first, but she heard it behind his voice. The intrigue.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she sassed, “I don’t think they’ll kiss. But if you’re SO certain that 'LadyNoir’” she mimicked, using air quotes to add to the teasing, “is legit, then if they kiss, you win.”

She already saw it in his excited eyes, she had one this. It was in the bag for her this time around. Was it cheating? Yes. But Kim never said she couldn’t bet on something she had direct control over!

As Kim’s eyes widened, Adrien’s shot to the floor. He suddenly had a battle of desires before him. In the unlikely case that Ladybug DID go, he now couldn’t even try to kiss her.

In Paris.

Under the Eiffel Tower.

While literal sparks went off around them.

This was going to be a difficult bet for him.

Even though he technically had control over his actions, he knew himself better than that. If his Lady allowed him, he wouldn’t think twice about losing some silly bet. Speaking of which, what were the stakes?

As if on cue, Kim spoke up. “Alright, fine. If I lose, I’ll shave my head.” This solicited a gasp from the class, everyone knew Kim adored his hair. “But if Ladybug and Chat Noir kiss, YOU have to get your hair cut like mine,” he directed towards Adrien, “and YOU have to get a pixie cut!” He said pointing to Marinette, yet winking towards Adrien, who suddenly sported a blush.

The whole room burst into excitement. Marinette’s logical side noted that that oddly enough the guys seemed to like the idea of a hairstyle change more than the girls.

The rest of her brain freaked.

Marinette squeaked. “W-what! That’s mental! That’s-” and she stopped short when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

Adrien looked, piercing her eyes with a shy smile before turning to Kim. “Give us a minute would you?”

With an approving nod from the athlete, Adrien led Marinette into the barren hallway. He knew exactly what this was about. ——— Earlier that day, the guys at P.E. (Kim included) had been talking about this very thing.

“Dude, pixie cuts are the cutest thing. You have to admit it man!” Nino proclaimed. All the guys hushed him so the girls weren’t alerted to their “scandalous” conversation. At least in the mind of 15 year old boys it was scandalous.

Kim was the first to agree, “oh yeah! I bet if anyone would go for that, it’d be Juleka.” Followed by sounds of agreement.

“She does seem that type.” Max added on.

Nathanael surprisingly was next to speak, “what about Rose? She basically already has one right?”

“No,” Max objected. “I believe we’re speaking strictly of girls with long hair, as well as a buzz cut.”

“Well, who else would look good with that hair? I know Alya wouldn’t.” Kim continued.

“Hey!!”

“Oh come on Nino, I didn’t mean like that. Just that the pixie cut wouldn’t work.”

“Mmmm. Fine.” Nino begrudgingly replied. “Okay here’s how I see it. Alix and Juleka would look good with it. Any other girl is a no go.”

Adrien finally spoke up. “What about Marinette?”

All the guys looked at him, non-verbally demanding him to defend his choice. “W-well I mean, not with pigtails obviously. More like…if she let her hair down and maybe a bit longer?” He slowly relaxed as each boy contemplated the idea. Each mind picturing a raven haired girl with about a third or maybe even half of her hair buzzed short.

“I think it’d look pretty good.” Ivan said breaking into everyone’s thoughts.

Kim finalized it. “Well, we all know Ivan isn’t biased for Marinette since he’s with Myléne.”

But before they could continue, Alya attacked. Poor Nino never saw it coming. Jumping onto his back with grace Adrien had never seen from her before, Nino was forced to stagger forward. Her arrival promptly ended the discussion.

—— “Marinette, we’re gonna take him up on it.”

“WHAT?! Except that I like my hair, Adrien!” Her panic and anger at the idea of losing her hair managed to overwhelm any thoughts of stuttering in front of Adrien.

“But has Ladybug EVER showed interest in Chat Noir?”

Marinette was taken aback at the very idea she would betray her precious Adrien like that. “She most certainly has not!” Both of them were giving a little more info than they should’ve known, but since they both knew it, they assumed it as common knowledge.

“Then what’s the problem?” Adrien reached out and Marinette felt a supportive and calming pressure hooked around her wrist. “LadyNoir won’t happen.” Adrien gave a sharp and dark glance to the ground and after a beat of silence, came back at her eyes with the same model smile she had seen plastered to street signs. “Then Kim has to shave his head! Surely he’d cool it with the dares after that.”

Marinette began to untense her shoulders, 'As much as Adrien doesn’t realize it, he has a point. Ladybug won’t kiss Chat Noir.’ (he did realize this)

'I’ll make sure of it!’

Inhale. Exhale. “You’re right, I’m getting worked up over nothing.” And as she brought her lips up into a reassuring smile, it dawned on her who was still holding her wrist.

Luckily Adrien already started dragging her into the classroom, so he didn’t hear the loud yelp echo through the courtyard.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #chat noir #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #adrinette #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #fanfic #fanfiction #the Great Hair Dare

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lovelornrocketscientist · 8 years ago

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full name. Dr. Leopold James Fitz meaning of name. The first part is the Latin word "Leo", meaning "lion". The second part is of Germanic origin and means "brave". aliases. generally goes by Fitz, sometimes called Turbo, Slide Rule, Leo (by his mum), Dr. Fitzy, Fitzsimmons (with Jemma Simmons) age. 29 date of birth. August 19, 1987 place of birth. Bridgeton, Glasgow, Scotland, UK zodiac sign. Leo; Chinese zodiac is year of the rabbit species. homo sapiens aka human race. caucasian nationality. British gender. cis male sexuality. demisexual, biromantic profession. Co-Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. Science and Technology Division

height. 5′ 8″ weight. 150ish lbs. eyes. blue gray hair. sandy complexion. pale, some would say pasty build. ecto-endomorphic; small frame, average weight, low muscle mass face. Iain De Caestecker traits. has a small strawberry birthmark on his hip, some small scars on his knuckles and hands from his work and various on his face from fights, falls, explosions, etc. that have happened in the field

relationships. Jemma Simmons best friend, lab partner and more than that parents. Alastair Michael and Anna Caroline Fitz siblings. Amelia “Millie” Grace Fitz (deceased, 1996) children. none enemies. Hydra (defunct), Grant Ward (deceased), numerous others that are now deceased, Dr. Holden Radcliffe

education. B.S. mechanical and electrical engineering, Glasgow University; M.S. physics, Glasgow University; Ph.D. aerospace engineering, Glasgow University; S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, class of 2004 literacy. extremely high reading literacy, well-versed in engineering, electronics, technology, physics, aerospace, aeronautics, robotics, chemistry, maths, biomedical devices, electronic security, espionage, hacking languages. English, French; aside from those he mostly reads the other languages he knows including, Hebrew, Latin and Greek (particularly science-related), some German, some Arabic, some Farsi, some Kurdish disorders. post-traumatic stress disorder, temporal lobe brain damage habits. nail biting (more the cuticles than nails), throat clearing, interrupting, chewing the ends of pens, swearing, muttering under his breath, talking to himself, oversleeping, snacking between meals, skipping meals, talking with his mouth full, chewing with his mouth open, leg jiggling, foot tapping, eye rolling, licking his lips, sniffing, squinting, rubbing his hands together, jaw clenching, gesturing while talking, biting his lip, crossing his arms over chest, putting his hands on his hips, rubbing the back of his neck, procrastinating, doodling, peeling off bottle labels, running his hands through his hair, nostril flaring, slouching, pacing, drumming his fingers, fist clenching, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his temples, scratching his head and face, fidgeting with his clothes or sleeves

positive. empathetic, loyal, brave, intelligent, polite, caring, flexible, determined, clever, funny, unselfish, protective, forgiving, passionate, thoughtful, imaginative, cool under pressure, hard-working, gentle, responsible, capable, tolerant, loves deeply neutral. rational, realist, dreamer, curious, observant, calm, organized mind negative. insecure, stubborn, negative, gloomy, awkward, reserved, anxious, easily embarrassed, messy, grumpy, sarcastic, cynical, fidgety, argumentative, jealous, self-saboteur

moral alignment. neutral good jung/mbti. INFJ enneagram. the helper four temperaments. melancholic which surprises no one archetypes. the lover tarot cards. the hanged man tropes. (all the tropes!) Major: the cutie, break the cutie, adorkable, badass bookworm, brave scot, undying loyalty, the heart, hidden depths, skilled but naive, child prodigy, the engineer, gadgeteer genius, the smart guy, birds of a feather, the dividual, good is not soft, Hollywood homely, plucky comic relief, butt monkey, chew toy, dude where’s my respect?, love epiphany, cannot spit it out, dying declaration of love, heroic sacrifice, all love is unrequited, beyond the impossible, always someone better, I want my beloved happy, broken pedestal, don’t you dare pity me, action survivor, handicapped badass Minor: deadpan snarker, armor-piercing questions, that came out wrong, didn’t want an adventure, be careful what you wish for, beware the nice ones, beware the quiet ones, graceful in their element, dogged nice guy, big-brother instinct, charmer, big eater, favorite food, finishing each other’s sentences, intelligence equals isolation, disappeared dad, friendless background, afraid of blood, wide-eyed idealist, secret keeper, ambiguously bi, beard of sorrow, berserk button, bleed ‘em and weep, the so-called coward, lovable coward, cowardly lion, cloudcuckoolander, imaginary friend, the determinator, does not like magic, don’t call me ‘Paul’, even nerds have standards, fake American, tranquil fury, tantrum throwing, green-eyed monster, knight in sour armor, last name basis, living legend, sexy spectacles, men can’t keep house, technical pacifist, why did it have to be snakes?, took a level in jerkass, took a level in badass, older than they look

compassion. above average empathy. high creativity. high mental flexibility. above average passion. high determination. high intelligence. extremely high wisdom. above average charisma. low willpower. above average luck. low physical strength. average (well below average for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent) stamina. average constitution. average agility. average reflexes. average dexterity. above average fighting skill. above average (because training) strategy. high teamwork. above average

musical-rhythmic intelligence. 6/10 visual-spatial intelligence. 10/10 verbal-linguistic intelligence. 7/10 logical-mathematical intelligence. 10/10 bodily-kinesthetic intelligence. 6/10 interpersonal intelligence. 8/10 intrapersonal intelligence. 6/10 existential intelligence. 7/10 naturalistic intelligence. 5/10

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ecotone99 · 5 years ago

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[TH] Nigel's Memoir.

Snap!

The pencil Nigel was spinning, albeit somewhat poorly, between his fingers broke violently. “Oh bloody— !” Nigel caught himself before ranting, grabbed another pencil, and decided to get back on task. Not the task of spinning his pencil; the task of writing his memoir, which was commissioned to him by the British Council of Grief and Trauma. He pondered what line he should write next. Eventually deciding on, “While I do miss her, I am happy that the car wasn’t damaged at all in the crash.” He then immediately revised the ‘While’ to be an ‘Although’. Next he, continuing his trend of desperate revisions, erased the entire sentence, instead opting to write “I was, albeit sad to lose her, relieved to know that the car survived the crash.” Nigel was still unimpressed with the line, so he, again, erased it.

Not even writing a single line in his morbid memoir, Nigel, after hitting himself softly, stood up to wander his study. Eventually, after gazing at the window Isabella used to sit at, and noticing it was raining, he made his way to his refrigerator. “Now, what should I drink?” He contemplated pathetically. His fridge was filled with two belongings: alcoholic beverages, and powerful melancholy. It smelled as if he had opened many of the drinks prior, even if most of the drinks were nigh completely full. He first picked up a large, unopened, bottle of champagne— which was gifted to him at his retirement by some colleague he failed to remember the name of . “No” he sighed, “It’s celebratory, if I plan on drinking this, I should finish my writing.” He then ruled out all of his wines and beers. “They’re too unprofessional!” He thought. Continuing to do this to various liquors, specifically scotch and bourbon, he narrowed down his choice to two drinks: Whiskey, and Vodka. Finally, he decided that this whole exercise was pointless, as he wasn’t going to drink anything anyway; he returned to lie his face miserably on his desk.

Knock! Knock Knock!

Somebody was at the door. Nigel, too tired to greet his visitor, simply replied, “I’m not interested!” under the assumption that some sort of door to door salesman was attempting to sell him something that he didn’t want nor need.

Knock! Knock Knock!

The agonizing banging continued, and began to mutate Nigel’s exhaustion into agitation. Nigel responded again, this time with a raised voice, “I said I wasn’t interested! Please, for the love of god, move along!”

Knock! Knock Knock!

It grew more intense. “Go away!” Shouted Nigel, more distraught than ever. Trying to make his intentions clear as daylight, Nigel shouted, “Cut it ou—!”

Crash!

The door fell over, carrying with it both the hinges, and some of the door frame. Inward came a large spectre dissimilar to anything Nigel had witnessed throughout his 53 years of being. The phantom’s smell, despite being utterly unique, brought upon memories of the odors of black licorice, burning rubber, and tobacco. The noises it made continued to follow the pattern of its figure and scent, wherein, while being completely impossible to compare to any sound heard before, they held the same mood of sounds Nigel associated with sorrowful moods.

Nigel, feasting his eyes upon what he believed to be certain doom, used the last remaining bit of energy he kept within his hollow corpse of a body to dart his way behind a nearby bookshelf to sit, cower, and hide.

Nigel began to flirt with many ideas, one of which was that he had actually drank alcohol, but had become so flushed that he lost all memory of doing so. However, albeit reluctantly, Nigel had assured himself that this couldn’t be the case, as he had no motivation to drink enough alcohol to reach such a state.

Continuing to ponder a possible escape someone in his shape could pull off, Nigel was out of luck. “What would’ve Isabella done in such a situation?” Nigel asked himself. Nigel kept following this train of thought for quite a while, but soon grew more and more distraught. “Errr… even she wasn’t clever enough to get herself out of this—” Nigel repeatedly bashed himself on his forehead. “What sort of cretin am I!?! She was perfect, but I am not” Nigel sighed angrily.

Thoughts of both terror and loss echoed in his mind until they grew into tears. These tears were a waterfall born from the peaks that were his eyes; waterfalls that made a small pond on his newly bought khakis. “Isa… Isabella,” cried Nigel softly, “It should’ve been.. No! You didn’t deserve it.” At that instant, an epiphany was birthed within Nigel’s psyche. Nigel, still teary-eyed, smiled for the first time in the past two weeks, and then stood up.

Nigel made his way around his study, returning to the other being within it immediately. “Well, whatever you are, you have me beat.” Nigel said, lifting his hand in the air to signify surrender. “Just do it.” Nigel sighed. “I no longer deserve a life. All I request is that you deliver my soul, spirit, or whatever you call it to my beloved—” In that moment, Nigel’s eyes locked with the spectre. It’s eye’s, large and green, irradiated a strange sense of nostalgia, a force that Nigel had lacked for quite some time. The being etched increasingly closer to Nigel, who stood completely (and somewhat fearfully) still, eventually cuddling against his body. The creature, fully rubbing its body against Nigel’s in some form of hug, let out a voice that Nigel held very close to his heart, it was a woman’s voice. “I’m sorry” she announced as she began to step back. Tears once again swept the face of Nigel, now speechless. “I was never able to say goodbye” she sighed, “So... Nigel, goodbye.” The spectre began to fade just as Nigel was about to embrace it. Nigel was, once again, alone.

He made his way back to the desk where he was writing his memoir; he didn’t lay his head down this time. Instead, Nigel grabbed his pencil and finally came upon the line that satisfied him: “While I may be somewhat relieved about the fact that the vehicle was not damaged, loss billows through my heart as I think about the death of my lovely wife, Isabella”

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actiondatsun · 6 years ago

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Exile in Paradise’s Tourmaline

Deacon of the invisible light in darkness Indwelled to endow the lion’s share Of golden rayed mane’s emanations, To bright-eyed thronged masses, together in solitude Seeking the secrets of near impossible Intimacy, the miracle of oneness: So is the unfulfilled, but nonetheless peaceful sanctuary Of the Host of Hosts, the Creator, cloistered, Somewhat sepulchral; thus exile and paradise Eclipsed supernatural consensual in omnipresence. Perpetual? How do I scope, let alone define the region Of boundless perimeter without peer or relation To the pounding pulse of substance, But at shell and core of emptiness, the infinite Possibilities of nothingness, the gaze At desolation unto oblivion to explicate Through work, action, the harvest of wisdom. To perceive is to be a perceiver with a perception of the infinite possibilities of nothingness, its sum over histories, preserving its purity by perspicacity. Attainment of this perception is the cornerstone of creativity’s foundation. Imagination stretches until it leaps in belief Only then does fabrication rip open Baring bold, beautiful vision of truth’s relief To behold, only to be shared with the fold In exodus during this dark night of the soul. If I could again find the beloved one and talk, I’d then find the all, for she was the flutter of the flock. Here, in mystical union, with my better half I am in eternal ardor for she’s the instrumentality of cosmic splendor altogether; I, meager minstrel player, blessed with Seusspearean meter, abide in her abode’s Holy of Holies, inner sanctum, in erudition, meditation, prayer, the act of creation; but love’s gravity pulls this ripe fullness toward the strange attractor of the outsider’s emptiness in parallel distribution to achieve equilibrium for her to receive substance, hidden mirth’s consummated revelation, the word, my spirit’s passion. I am intimate with the discerning heart at heaven’s door, its holy rhythm of opening, closing rapture causing elliptical rigor of harmonious, sunwise measure, raising high the roof beams, sweeping low the floor in celestial symphonic song cyclic movements of cadence from birth to death, catalogued in transitional moments’ radiance and darkness, the organic clock of nature engineered by her mind, heart’s best timekeeper. Mathematics, physics, all logistics find in her each their own highest aesthetic. I receive enlightenment from contemplative calculus that is reasoning toward understanding the catalytic integral of order, but in the thick of it, I have no peace for lack of symmetry, sensing the absence of ecstasy’s revered reverie in relief, for upon a foundation of stability visionary inspiration is to be fulfilled by intimate interaction of creativity of bodily pillars initiated in solar plexus by a flutter. Without heavenly bodies’ radiation, what is the sky’s complexion? Without ascent and descent, what by flying then is meant? Cold, calibrated loneliness engineered from my love, but, too, my fear contributed to inflicting the great disappear. If I despair, I swing from the pendulum with a moody tick, until I chime ebullience of vermilion rust in these unheard words. In the end, what is there, but a moment of breath? And in this, the pomegranate vapors of perfume from open heirloom of hope you let flow in seedling drops sensuous and wet? Delectable fragrance; clarity crystalline taste of amethyst from unbottled, unbridled violet hour. Splash, secrete, stream, let me shower you with diamond ember prismatic tears "I love you, always...always." Didn’t you know I was kidding when I was working, quipping to you in sardonic tone: The secret of intimacy is absence makes the heart grow fonder, familiarity breeds contempt. So you just stay away from me; oh didn’t you know me any better? Couldn’t you see through the post-modern banter? Embittered perhaps by the loneliness, the exile I forced upon you-I hope not worsened by the wormwood in your absinthe-so I could flourish in a kingdom to steady my caprice, ward off, bring to cessation my cowardice but do know night and day at keyboard was I commiserate with your cobalt spark engraved in Divine Sanskrit all the way down to the flavor and charm of its least quark, desiring to give you all the while my eternal reflection’s smile on you in the erotic eighth dimension. what my hyper-criticism in self-examination could not countenance between paradise and exile. My behavior, perhaps, egregious, underhand, unforgivable my speech that walked disembodied from the vulnerable nascent bliss in the wilderness you held out to me in the palm of your hand. Emanate your presence, and let me strive in the indigo shadows for your tolerance. When fog rolls in, clouds unfold your selfless wings’ feathers that float from arabesque pillows I sold to be consumed by the snow white cold. If only the plaster could hold, withstand the flame, then this fountain torch would know no shame and be outstripped only by the sun that burns with the glory and honor of your immortal, holy name. In the twilight, the Morning Star’s glow, unmistakable! Keeping my word, I go with cerulean suede Tiffany bag filled with ancient tourmaline of philosophy, wisdom’s diadems, the jewel-smuggling trade. Stones polished, then in consciousness through experience laid by the twins of history and prophecy, and manchild of the moment, who crafts them with love’s redemptive powers of preservation and transformation. Their sublime sagacity splits both jewel jackal and thief in a decision almost too tough to tackle: to be either emerald with envy or emerald with naiveté while fortune does divvy with chance in the opulence of opportunity And I take mine from one green world after the next. No, I don’t take bets. These chiseled, almost sculpted notes, this, but the silent nomenclature pages of the calendar’s future psalms. Let them register from priceless indices rolling over to calm the grand, sweeping design of beatitudes’ rate of exchange in chance, free-will’s meritorious motive for change, within the blueprints of fate’s range mapped, unrolled from its sealed scroll in meditative trance, revealed at the windows by your face as you dance looking out past the rain into deep space by which to each is granted, given in grace, a measure of faith for master works to be completed, appraised bless-ed on the scales of gevurah and hesed, the counterbalance of judgment and mercy on eyebrow scales weighing a sublime simile of jasper-emerald-sapphire baubles. I am, but a faithful servant to the wall’s inaudible calls at this feast of silence that serves the din alms with synthesis of digestion in music’s intestinal halls: Firebird Suite and Symphony of Psalms. Now, that I’ve rediscovered you let me break the symmetry of this party’s perfect ennui by presenting you this epiphany in gems thieved back from old men who misused them to stone Stephen and write Adonais into the pale hue.

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