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[brieandpinotgris]

Post more poems!! (And so I’m back. This is Alex, formerly “wernerherzoghaircut.” I hope to see MORE POETRY SOON.) (And I hope you’re well and having a safe and healthy Holiday Season.)

forked dreams, helium bedtime routines everything shifted three and five eighths inches to the left in absentia — who cares whose these days I mean, I do, I always do, have, but seldom in a way you'll let yourself feel, a way that shows itself to you, to me, me, digging through fibonacci sequence evenings like they mean something, have something to reveal; they do! they do! yet still if I sensed the astral realm refuting my assessment I'd take refuge there again but I was right,

I always am &

you're elsewhere with other ghosts.

[nemesis-writer]

Crybaby

Masterlist TW- neglect, almost-suicide, suicidal thoughts

She stood on the bridge In silence and fear, For the demons of darkness Had driven her here.

So close to falling yet so far from succeeding, I latched on to the bar hoping to make my self let go from the shivering rain. But no, I just held on wishing that a brother or father of mine could save me.

They cut her heart Right out of her chest, Making her believe That the demons knew best.

They depth of my hatred for them goes farther than the deepest oceans and the farthest galaxies. I guess from this you can tell that my life has always been described as a poem from the darkest poets such as Edgar Poe, or darker than the ebony that coats the outside of the unknown galaxy.

I've always loved myself for it, yet I've always been hated for it. The Waynes could also be mentioned as the Addams' family with a loyal butler, multiple suicidal kids, and 'loving parents'. Yet unlike the Waynes, at least the Addams family aren't full of rage and loathesome creatures.

The demons of my life have come from the very same family that held me, hurt me, neglected me, and despised me for the rest of my days.

They were always there, Sometimes just out of sight, Waiting in the background Till the time was right.

Damian was always the one I expected to push myself through the buildings that were made for despair my whole life. Jason, would be considered the first one to have memories with since he's trying to avoid showing the wretched hatred my father has for me.

Tim, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Barbara considered me useless, unintelligent, and fatally naive to the outside world. Then there's Dick, the eldest, the role model, the possibly apple of dear old dad's eye, he on the other hand found me as a means to an end, who wouldn't?

Bruce, I was stupid to assume that we could connect as a father-daughter would. Every day he wished to send me back to the adoption center and nullify all the papers that was supposed to make me a Wayne.

These demons were destructive, Knocking down the life she knew, Hating everything about her; She hated herself, too.

The family that I was inured to, has stabbed, beaten, and thrown me away like an animal. I was considered more as a stray animal begging for love and attention. The human beings that I consider myself to be connected to is Alfred and Jesse. Alfred is the Lurch of this family while Jesse is another being that has kept me from losing sanity in this jail they call home.

I got lucky to graduate just in time before I let myself drown from neglect. But sadly we can't simply run away from the demons we bear.

These demons can't be seen, But they're far from fairy tales. They live inside your mind; Their evilness prevails.

People thought I'm crazy for being ungrateful of this life, my words are deemed fraudulent. But my appearance is out of order, my clothing is ragged, my hair remains dry and bristling, my body now shows malnourishment and scars from my demons. Yet, my eyes remained the same, broken, in front of the face I was gifted to be beautiful became a mask for the truth, my face was meant to be scarred.

I've never felt the scars go deeper yet I never minded of it. But as I was about to let go of the bars that held my fear in it I heard a voice.

"Hello lady what are you doing?"

It was a voice of a little five year old girl.

"Just enjoying the rain little one. Where are your parents at?"

"I don't have any, I just like being alone."

I jumped over the bar back to the bridge, looking at her with sadness.

"Want me to take you back to the center?"

"Suree, Thank youuu!", She giggled.

And we went on our way back.

So on the bridge she stood, About to end the fight. Then she stopped and thought I'll fight them one more night.

Taglist

@lunayaps, @not-aya, @iluvcatzz, @vanessa-boo, @ivyrose9194,@thesehandsarerated-e

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

"Hecate! Get back here." Uliana called out to the witch, who send a last sneer to Bridget and Ella, and then quickly followed after Uliana.

"Stupid Bridget." She grumbled as she joined her friends, who were all exchanging glances, all but Uliana, of course.

"Mh, valentine's day is coming up, you two gonna do anything?" Hades asked Morgie and Hook, who looked at each other and shrugged.

"Probably, you?"

"-stop this nonsensical blabbering! She just publicly humiliated me!" Uliana snapped, Hecate nodding along, towering over most of the group.

"So...? What do you want to do about it?" Maleficent gestured for her to come up with something, looking incredibly bored.

"My god, let's go babe." The two left the rest, probably to go make out and scare first years.

"I have homework..." They frowned at her, "I still want a fucking future!" Hecate threw her hands up as she walked away, Morgie and hook whistling after her to tease her.

"Go buff boss lady!"

"Morgs, she's not the boss lady."

"Go buff lady!"

-

"Don't you dare show your face around here again." Hecate almost growled out, staring down at a boy who was trembling so bad she thought he might faint.

"God fucking damn it." She gritted her teeth as she picked up the love letter from the boy, quickly tearing it to shreds before anyone could see the name on it.

"Oh... hi Hecate!" Bridget had trued going to her locker, but Hecate was standing in front of it, little snippets of pink laper in her hands.

"Mh?" She arched an eyebrow, looking down at Bridget with narrowed eyes.

"What." Bridget smiled at her, producing one of the macaroons she had made out of nowhere.

"I made macaroons this morning! Would you like one?" She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Bridget bite at her bottom lip.

"No." She watched as her face fell, this was good.

"Oh... um- okay, bye then?" Bridget still smiled at her, and Hecate stalked off, shoving the boy who tried to put the letter in a locker down harshly, glaring around, this was a warning.

-

"Wassup fuckers." Hecate grinned madly as she appeared amidst her friendgroup, half of the homosexuals were making out.

"Hi Hecate, one question, let's go ruin Valentines." Hecate shrugged at the not-question, following Uliana as she slammed lockers closed in front of faces.

"Hello." Hecate appeared behind a boy, who was lurking near someone's locker with a red note.

"Let's see shall we? Dear Br-." It burned in her hand, ashes falling down as she slammed her hand into the locker he was about to wiggle it into.

"Huh, I thought I made it clear that nobody-!"

"Oh my gosh! Hecate! Why did you do that?!" Bridget rushed in, and Hecate's hand quickly disconnected from the locker, looking at the princess with a frown.

"Your fist! And my locker..." Her eyes widened, prying open the locker and flattening out the dent from the inside before slamming it closed again.

"What locker." She harshly spat out, Uliana had long left her alone to her shenanigans.

"Your fist! Does it hurt-?"

"No! Stop asking if anything hurts' why do you fare so much! Ugh!" She quickly stormed away, dragging the boy with and pressing his face against the lockers as she walked.

Bridget stood in silence for a second, then slowly opened her locker, still looking down the corridor where Hecate left in hopes she'd turn back around.

"Nothing. Again." She sighed, looking through her books for the book she had to put in.

"Oh! I guess I didn't see it!" She giggled, carefully licking up the pink paper, leaning with her shoulder against another locker as she read it.

Darkening your doorstep, I stand before you.

Darkening your doorstep, I kneel for you.

Darkening your doorstep, I hereby request.

Darkening your doorstep, your forgiveness is not earned, yet.

She sighed, rolling her eyes fondly, it was the same sort of poem she'd been getting for the oast year.

"How sweet, secret admirer hits again?" Ella scared her, reading over her shoulder.

"Oh my-! Don't scare me like that Ella! But yes, he's been doing this for a year now, I wonder when that forgiveness he speaks of will come soon." Ella hummed.

"Yeah, no boy writes like that, that girl is gay and a hopeless romantic." She theorised, Bridget slapping her arm.

"Don't be like that!"

-

"I just don't know what's going on, I just... I hate her and her sweets and everything about her! But I can't have anyone else have her, which is stupid and dumb, I don't even like her."

"No, you love herrrrr!" Morgie smirked at her, using his hyper flexibility to twist his spine and circle his entire body around Hecate's torso.

"Also this is getting creepy, Hook!" The captain poked his head up from where he was laying, rolling his eyes.

"Come here darling!" Morgie unwrapped himself from Hecate, who was rambling about her problems to Maleficent, the only one who really couldn't give a lesser fuck.

"Just fuck her, see if you like it, if you don't, you hate her, if you do... well then you might have some issues to sort out with Uliana." She shrugged, playing around with her hair as she used Hades as a chair.

"Exactly what she said." The god, who was laying down with her on his back, agreed.

"M'kay... i'm not doing that, Uli?" The sea witch groaned, rolling over from where she was trying to sleep.

"Shut up, just go ask her out or something, or write her another one of your poems." Hecate stuttered as she tried to find an answer, looking around to see if they all knew.

"Allow me to step closer as I scream, cry, and beg, scream for the lives i've lost trying to find you, Cry for the time spend without you, and Beg to spend just a mere second more with you'- one of my favourites, honestly, I had to write it down to remember, also, i'm stealing it in like a year." Morgie held up a paper, laying across Hook with a smile.

"It is pretty spectacular." The pirate shrugged, winking at Hecate. "Go over there and just fuck her, prove how amazing you are in bed and you shall see! The doors open before thee!" He mocked the posh royalty, changing his accent.

"Why did I even ask if all you guys think about is sex."

"I don't"

"Uliana, I say this with all respect, but you don't even feel attraction towards anyone."

-

Hecate fidgeted with her rings as she waited for the door to be opened, standing in front of the girl's doors was so much more nerve wrecking than beating people up for asking her out.

"Oh- Hi Hecate, anything you need?" Bridget had opened the door, and Hecate contemplated if she should just take Hook's advice.

"Yeah-!" She coughed as her voice cracked, straightening up and leaning against the doorpost to aat least try seem cooler and more collected.

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date tomorrow, y'know, with it being valentines and all." WHY DIDN'T I SPEAK LIKE I WRITE??? SHE'D AT LEAST KNOW THAT'S ME!!!!!

"Like... romantically?" I should dash now that I still can.

"Yeah, romantically, seems totes cool right?" NOBODY SAYS THAT AND IT'S NOT COOL!!!

"Yes! Of course i'll go on a date with you!"

I'm sorry for darkening your doorstep, I just had to say, a single second spend with you is worth more than a thousand sun filled days.

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit -- drabble 3

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which tara meets more of your family and learns another secret

warnings: none

word count: 700+

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Cordelia had been put to bed hours ago. You had been given the task by your parents, with the claim that you could get her to fall asleep the fastest, and Tara had watched as you rocked your sister gently in your arms, whispering sweet words to her until her babbles and giggles faded into a peaceful silence.

Maybe, Tara had thought while she stood in the doorway, committing the sight to memory, a baby wouldn’t be so bad right now.

Though the reason for the party was sleeping in her crib upstairs, there were still plenty of people crowded in your ballroom, though you had told Tara that they were all close friends or extended family by that point.

You had been whisked away by a cousin, which left Tara vulnerable to whomever decided to strike up a conversation. And, just as she watched Nate and Eddie begin to march toward her, her line of vision was blocked by your grandparents, who had finally emerged from the wine cellar.

“Hello, deary,” your grandmother said, smiling. “You must be our Y/N’s dear girlfriend.”

Your grandfather stood by his wife’s side silently, and Tara remembered you telling her that he was not too fond of people. She offered him a smile but kept her attention on your grandmother.

“Yes, hi! I’m Tara.” She stuck her hand out, slightly thankful that your grandma decided to shake it rather than pull her into a hug. As nice as they are, I think I’ve had enough hugs for one day.

“It’s lovely to meet you, sweetheart. Y/N has spoken so much about you.” Your grandmother winked. Tara felt herself blush up to her ears.

“She talks about you guys a lot, too! She holds both of you in very high esteem.”

Your grandmother chuckled, and Tara’s ears perked up, realizing that she was who you had gotten your laugh from. “I’m sure she speaks of her grandfather plenty.” She patted her husband on the forearm. “He is, after all, the writer of the two of us, and we all know how much Y/N loves literature.”

Tara turned to your grandfather. “Right, of course. She’s mentioned that you’re a poet.”

Your grandfather’s eyes seemed to light up at the mention of his work. “Talks about her old man, does she? Yes, yes. In my day, I could write poem upon poem.” He looked at your grandmother. “Most of them were for Jane, of course.”

Tara smiled as your grandmother scoffed lightly. This will be us one day, she thought. I just know it. “I’ve read a few of them,” Tara said, and your grandfather grinned. “They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He stood a little taller and puffed his chest out a bit. “Makes an old man like me feel good, hearing a youngster like you say that.”

“Well, I’m just being honest--” Tara was interrupted by your appearance at her side. You took her hand in yours, beaming at your grandparents.

“Hope these two oldies aren’t boring you, Tar,” you giggled, and your grandmother reached out, swatting you on the shoulder.

“Go on, child,” your grandma said, her tone light. “Go play us a song. Make yourself useful while we speak to your dear girl.”

Play us a song? Tara wondered, her eyebrows furrowing.

You hummed and nodded. “Any requests, my lovely grandmother?”

“Play that one song she likes,” your grandpa answered. “You know…that one song.”

“Ah, yes. ‘That one song’,” you teased. You pulled away from Tara. “Just a moment.” She watched as you crossed the room, settling down on the bench in front of the grand piano that stood in the corner of the room.

Her eyes widened. No way. How many things is this woman hiding from me?

A somber melody filled the room, and all conversations quieted, everyone turning to watch you as you played, your fingers dancing along the keys of the piano like they belonged there.

Tara gulped, her heart beginning to race, a shiver running along her back. Jesus, I’m so in love with her, she thought.

The song began to pick up a bit, and her eyes glanced around the room, seeing your parents sway together and Nate and Eddie sitting still for once, entranced by the tune.

Your eyes closed, your fingers playing faster. You became one with the music, one with the piano, and Tara tried to bite back the smile that pulled at her lips. You looked at home there, on that bench--almost as much as you did when you were explaining literature.

“Oh, I know that look,” your grandfather whispered, and Tara glanced at him. He grinned, the skin around his eyes wrinkling. “Welcome to the family, dear girl.” Softly, he patted her on the back. “Welcome to the family.”

[zithergiltscorner]

Why am i allowed to be happy if i'm not perfect?

I HAVE A PRONOUNS PAGE. RIGHT HERE. I'M PROUD OF IT AND AM STILL WORKING ON IT, PLS CHECK IT OUT.

qoute on the top of my blog by @thatcringegirly

this blog swears and sometimes talks politics or mental illness stuff!! If you feel uncomfy, i'm so sorry, i would've liked to get to know you.

Hello dearest niblings!!

Me;

Names: Zith, Zeth, Ziggy, Zelda, ZigZag and/or El, Ellie.

Pronouns and/or gender:

uh....

She/they.

He/him if you know me close, is okay.

Orientation:

Srs: Panromantic bisexual thanks for asking!

Silly: GAE!! MEN BARK BARK and WOMEN MAKE ME GO BRRR-

So, uhm, yeah.

HASHTAGS

Me casually doing shit

#Ziggy yaps - jus' me speaking. Goes for most my posts. #Ellie Insane - The slightly more... unhinged yaps #Ziggy rbs - me reblogging shit #Ziggy sad - me being depressed #ZigZchool - pretty self-explanatory. Mi school. #Ziggy's asks - Not in use anymore, used to be for my asks. #Ziggy loves her moots - Not in use anymore, used to be for interactions with moots.

Slightly more gimmick-y shit

#ZigZag musicmood - When the yapping is about the best thing in the universe [ music ] #Ziggy the qoute collector - qoutes i've collected #frankiefitcheck - when a moot of mine posts a fit check, i'll do a list of cool things in the photo. These mostly go for @frankiefridayyy, hence the name. #RANDOM ZIGGY LOREDROP - random ziggy loredrops

Interactions with mah mootsies

#pikkpia - Interactions w/ @ladyloss-blog, my canonical mom and comfort person #a wild bea appeared - interactions w/ @honee-bea, prolly won't be many with these, she very busy woman #aussie moot - interactions w/ @chaos-gremlin, my little arsonist #toaster rat cronicles - interactions w/ @the-toaster-rat, my friendly neighborhood cult leader #rae yay - interactions w/ @raeprise, one o' mah first moots #blizzie the wifey - interactions w/ @blizzardtheartisticfox, my canonical wife #Shen the father - interactions w/ @stuck-in-a-forest, my canonical father #A wild bea's malewife - Interactions w/ @t0by-h, my very nice canonical uncle. Also the master of baiting. #skeleton prizon - interactions w/ @thelovelyvie, i see 'em as an aunt now. Mom's mortal enemy. #dearest creechur in creachun - interactions w/ @l3sb14nc4t, my daughter. The name's a reference to the poem, and how all my children are "dearest, dearie, dear". #ze great zage - interactions w/ @sage-way, kitty person #my computer grandma - interactions w/ @digi-tor, very comfy person mhm mhm

Other ppls tags for interacting wit me

#mother posting >:] - @ladyloss-blog's tag for interacting with me #ziggy the silly - @the-toaster-rat's tag for interacting with me #my zigzag child - @stuck-in-a-forest's tag for interacting with me #zig zag - @raeprise's tag for interacting with me #the smol - i believe @thelovelyvie's tag for me

erghm either i can't think of any more or that's all for now

Music gets to have it's own post!!

IRL FRIENDS @li11ied n @thatcringegirly

also this

IT'S CURRENTLY GETTING UPDATED

i have been on aaaa....

adoption spree

onto the sliigghhhtllyyy more trigger worthy things. Uhm, nothing too bad, i promise. Weight, mental health, sh mentions (not pictured)

EVEN THOUGH I MIGHT MAKE CRUDE JOKES, I AM A MINOR.

Even though i am a minor, i do accept compliments. Like rlly. pls send me compliments. It makes my tummy flutter. In the best way. INCLUDING compliments about my looks, i'll warn if yall overstep any boundries i promise.

My stats!

weight: 57.7 kg's

height: 5 feet, 9.2 inches/176 cm

waist measure: 27.5-ish inches, almost 7 decimeters

now, i'm no doctor, and i shouldn't self-diagnose, but i'm pretty sure i have autism

oh and i sh. Burning. Only occationally, i'm very careful, and i promise you don't have to worry. I don't think i have an actual ed, but i do wish i was slimmer and sometimes skip meals because of it.

~ auntie Ziggy <3

[doctorriveranniversary2025]

Hello, and welcome to the Doctor and River's anniversary week event! It's exactly what it says on the tin: a week-long fandom celebration where we make things and generally scream about the relationship between River Song and the Doctor.

This event will take place starting April 16 and ending on their in-canon anniversary day, April 22.

Prompts can be found here!

Rules:

**Any type of fanwork is welcome! Fic, fanart, gifsets, photo or text post edits, fanvids, meta/analysis, playlists, if you want to sing a song or write a poem or make silly memes, genuinely anything, as long as it's centered on River and the Doctor and their relationship.

**NSFW content is permitted, just make sure to tag the content in question with both "nsft" and "minors dni." If it's something visual like fanart, or if you want to include, for example, a fic summary/excerpt that is explicit in nature as a preview or introduction, make sure to put that fanart or that summary/excerpt under a cut.

Because we are allowing NSFW content, THIS WILL BE AN 18+ ONLY EVENT. Any minors will be blocked, as well anyone who does not abide by the above tagging rules.

**Despite this post being tagged with only a few doctors, ANY Doctor/River combination goes, regardless of whether or not they've appeared together. If you want to include more than one Doctor, go for it. If you want to include Mels, go for it.

**Feel free to include other characters or secondary/background ships! (Again, as long as the primary focus/dynamic is the Doctor and River.)

**To participate in this event, simply tag your work as "docriv2025" once you post it. (<-This tag was decided on to prevent accidental cross-tagging with the commonly-used abbreviations of another franchise.) The blogrunners will be checking the tag periodically to reblog anything we find there.

**Ideally, works that fit specific prompts should be posted on that prompt day, but life can be...a lot sometimes. So submissions of any kind for any day will still be accepted until the end of April.

**Don't be mean. This isn't the place for that.

This event is being run by @musical-chick-13, with the help of my dear friend @nightingalesighs.

[writingquestionsanswered]

hello, do you have any tips for getting more creative titles? Like going for a more poetic style without it being too much. I like for example, "These Violent Delights" and "Our Violent Ends" by Chloe Gong. They're simple, telling, and short - and I just think it's different (from "The" type titles, and the Blank of Blank and Blank format). I also think "The Folk of the Air" is simple yet creative. I feel like I don't know enough words to get the title. I appreciate any advice! Thank you.

Coming Up with Poetic Titles

Some of the most beautiful, poetic titles often stem from actual prose quotes, either from poetry, classic literature, song titles, public domain lyrics, plays, etc.

These Violent Delights and Our Violent Ends, for example, are actually derived from a quote from Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet ("These violent delights have violent ends...") which is appropriate since the These Violent Delights duology is a Romeo & Juliet retelling. Other examples are The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold (I knew a woman, lovely in her bones... “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke), The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselves... Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare), Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger (What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry? "The Tyger" by William Blake), Across the Universe by Beth Revis ("Across the Universe" by The Beatles), To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han ("To All the Girls I've Loved Before" by Hal David and Albert Hammond, made famous by Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias.)

Series titles, like The Folk of the Air series and A Song of Ice and Fire series are usually broad references to what the story is about. I haven't read The Folk of the Air, but I know it's about faeries, so I'm assuming that's a reference to the fae in that story. A Song of Ice and Fire is a reference to a prophecy and history book in the series, but the imagery also references many of the themes and events in the story.

So, whether you're titling a book or series, here are some places you can look for a title:

-- references to relevant source material, such as original fairy tale if you're doing a retelling (Ash by Malinda Lo)

-- references to relevant poems, song titles, lyrics, plays, music, classic literature (Catch a Falling Star by Kim Culbertson)

-- relevant quote, title, person, place, or event that appears in your story (The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, The Cruel Prince by Holly Black)

-- beautiful imagery that appears in your story (Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes)

-- who or what your story is about (The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak, The Martian by Andy Weir, All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater)

My post Coming Up with a Book/Story Title has more tips!

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[sucantslay]

Meiyuu Deshi Kairou analysis. I'm losing my sanity...

Hello @hypn0sssss, just wanna let you know, I've been working off my ass to research this song like...more than 30 minutes but then in turn into a whole week long.

It was fun though ( I really need a rest but my brain said just do it! )

BUT, ANYWAY, here are some important information you should know before getting into this song analysis.

If you don't know, this is an event song, it connects with an event story about a VR game, yes, a VR game. It was introduced to Mika by Makoto and Sora. And later on, became the inspiration for Mika's song.

This is related to Mika's character, so if you know nothing about him, you can learn more from some sources out there or have a quick check at my post

3 . I'll mostly put the lyrics in word form. I really want to put all the translation pictures here but since Tumblr stop me from having more than 10 pics in a post...I can only put some.

4 . Most of this is my personal analysis. Pls tell me or put on the sources if you want to put it somewhere. Also, since it is a PERSONAL thing, the lyrics might not mean like that to you, but it is to me. You are free to have your own idea of this song however you like.

Alright! Let's get started!!!

For the theme of the song, Mika is using the VR game as his base, so it understandable that some words might be a little lead into the mechanical aspect.

The story for this song is about a mechanical god who ends the story/ the world abruptly. It very interesting when the song did not only successfully portray the theme of mechanical but also the theme and story of Valkyrie itself.

Oh my dear Mika, you are really something of an artist, aren't ya?! It the time when Mika finally step up and going his own art more then waiting for Shu order!

The name of the song "Meikyuu Deshi Kairou" which means "Labyrinth Electronic Corridor"

With some lines mention classic songs

(this line got repeated 2 times)

"Ode to Joy" or in other words "An die Freude"

You must have known it as Beethoven's most significant work, Symphony No.9, a choral symphony.

Since the name isn't being written in another name until you start digging deeper, you'll find something eles, lies in these words they had chosen.

It was origin from a poem written by a German named Friedrich Schiller and was used by Beethoven in his Ninth Symphony.

But the version that Beethoven used is the revision of the poem. Yet Friedrich himself didn't like that version at all, he viewed it as a failure.

Why? Because Friedrich made that poem for his dear beloved ( longtime friend and partner ) Christian Gottfried Körner, who inspired him to write the poem.

He stayed "of value maybe for us two, but not for the world, nor for the art of poetry"

I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN I READED THOUGH WORD, NO THING APPEAR IN MY MIND AS FAST AS MIKA AND SHU DID.

His performance and his dear partner in art. Did I mention that Friedrich made a whole verse for Christian on his birthday.

( uhm, ok, that's enough! Let's move to the next one for now before I can't keep this mouth shut. )

Some lines in the poem go like this:

"Rescue from the chains of tyrants, Magnanimity to the villain too, Hope on the deathbed, Mercy in the high (law) court, Even the dead shall live! Brothers, drink and agree (with me) That all sinners shall be forgiven And hell shall be no more."

The "Ode to Joy" old name was "Ode to Freedom" / "An die Freiheit"

Then there came "Libera me" ( "Deliver me" )

Which also has an interesting background related to the Catholic Church. "Libera me" originated from a song named "Office of the Dead" which had been sung as a service prayer for the death.

The text asks God to have mercy upon the deceased person at the Last Judgment.

And it fits the theme of the song well! Because as I said before, the song is about a god who wants to destroy the world in sudden.

So "Ode to Joy", "Libera me" can be seen as the voices of humans who denying the god choice, the choice to turn the world back to dust.

( Note: The line in the song is not being sung by Mika or Shu, but by voices in the background. It becomes more noticeable when considering the fact that none other Valkyrie songs have these "background voices" at all )

The next two lines both sing an indirectly about the old Valkyrie.

"Ah, the melody sinks into overwritten myths"

The old Valkyrie had been sunk down to the deep by the play of Fine.

"Come, it is the time to open the floating corridor that full of electrons"

But it was the story from a long time ago, now, we taking a different path, to the new corridor, a new path to the future yet we're still unable to predict. Accidentally we lead ourselves to the door of destruction. ( It can also be seen as the god in this play had opened the door of doom, ending the world in sudden )

Ah, yes, once again this song mentions the use of the classic poem.

This "Song of the Bell" had nothing to do with song or symphony, which gives us more clues and confirms the truth about "Ode to Joy".

Surprisingly, "Song of the Bell" is also been written by Friedrich Schiller.

"Ode to Joy" was written in 1785, while "Song of the Bell" was written in 1798.

The poem talks about the bell, how was the bell made, by what, and with what tools and techniques they used to make it.

I have a belief that the "love and punishment" part of the song lyrics has other means than taking from the "Song of the Bell". Yes, the poem did mention "love" as a part of the story where a couple has known each other since they were kid.

Wedding bell and allocation of roles is the part when the bell acts as a wedding bell.

To later on, mention death: Death knell upon the decease of the woman where the bell has an earnest purpose and tolls in accompaniment to a funeral

But there is no mention of crime or punishment.

So go back to the lyrics where they sing: "Reflect the song"

Reflect...which means there is a connection but not really is about the poem. It was more about Valkyris, the love had turned its back on them. Their art, their joy, their peaceful life as 3 small people in an unpopular Unit was now a punishment, pulling them down to the ground.

Nazuna left, Valkyrie broke, Shu is no longer himself.

To Mika, if not a punishment then what could this horrifying scene had been?

We can also see this in the human's eyes. If "Ode to Joy", "Libera me" was all human ( in the theme ) talking about, then this line is the begging for the god to rethink his decision:

"Please, don't you see, this beautiful planet is our everything. Is our beginning and our ending. We may suffer, but we are happy, and that makes living a meaningful thing."

noticed how Mika uses "Each other" not just "Other" which points to both Shu and Mika.

In their era of being a "not so happy" unit since the war ended.

They have gone so far and now look back at themself. Such action of shame, the days when we are still nothing but a nameless Valkyrie.

You can also look at it in the MV theme way: ''I wish this world would disappear.'' As the god of mechanical no longer feels the need of humans exiting.

As the next lyrics go:

"Behind this veil of anonymity" (Shu line)

"The ghosts of the dead-" (Mika line)

"Are dancing in the underground till the end of the trial" (Shu line)

There are two things I need to point out in detail here:

Firstly: The meaning of these lines seems to me as if they're talking about their trauma. Behind this veil is the old time, the old ghosts, look, they are all here, never left until we start open up with them. Until we learn how to heal ourselves from the brutal injury of war did we be able to make them leave

Secondly: Mika once again mentions death. It was Mika's own thing, if you don't know, death kinda became a thing that fond with Mika's style. Lots of times, we can see Mika associated with death ( mostly in the old song. )

In his 'In the Shadow' outfit, which had a deep connection with butterflies.

Butterflies are a symbol of the representative soul of a deceased person. In that outfit, Mika is represented by a blue butterfly, what was the meaning of that symbol?

A symbol of the soul who passed is nearby!

So, by now you would be questioning: "Why are there so many signs about death from Mika?" Well, glad you asked.

This all came down to the fact that Mika was being a doll in Valkyrie. Nazuna was also a doll himself, but he break free and Mika didn't.

Mika is dying from the inside, becoming the soulless, as he loses what support to belong to him. He sells it away, sacrifice it for the wish of making Valkyrie great again.

"Surrounded by faceless choirs, there's stand the lonely soloist So, let's sing out loud to those who have no place to go, here's the truth."

Sung by both Mika and Shu.

In my belief, these lines are dedicated to them, the Valkyrie that got injured after the war. They got no hope, not thing to relied on.

Shu got a bad representation, lost his mind.

Mika also had to suffer from the event but he's trying his very best not to become a burden to Shu after Nazuna left.

That was the moment when Mika became more doll-like than how he was before.

We stood together, yet loneliness filled inside our souls. Becoming the "soloist" singer without notice.

"Sing to those who have no place"

They're telling themself, their pitiful past self that the daunting world is now no more.

We now have a place to stay, a home to be in, we've got our back.

Ok, ok, here it comes, MY FAVORITE LINE!

LIKE, THERE ARE SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT, I CAN'TTTTT

Ok, I can actually do that now ( since this analysis is already long as hell )

This line makes a connection to another line, which is:

"Here's the truth" - "Audience, please come"

"To the New World"

Isn't simply just about the god and the humans, it carries two meanings.

One is the literal, a sore thumb that sticks out the most to me: IT ABOUT THE VALKYRIE NEW ERAAAAA.

They maybe not yet healed, not yet prepared themself for the world outside, but they're now more happy than ever.

Shu is trying his best to understand Mika.

Mika is trying his best to become something of his own, escape from the realm of a soulless doll.

"Dancing with full bloom"

Like, uhm *raises eyebrows*, full bloom, full bloom you said?

The last time ( the first time Shu appeared in the game main story ), Shu said: "I am counting the days until we bring our blossoms together to make "Valkyrie" the most beautiful bouquet in the world."

And now ya said that you're FULL BLOOM? That can only mean one thing, they have finally found their meaning of art.

They may not "bloom" to the world but "bloom" to themself. Becoming different. They changing, they learning, and they are growing.

"where 0 and 1 dancing"

Yeh, you already know what I'm going to say. 0 and 1 are binary code or we usually call it "computer language" / bits.

0 and 1, is what this theme song is about. The mechanical god, the new world of mechanics. "0 and 1 dancing" is "The god is speaking".

Like, 0 1 then 1 0, 0 1 then 1 0, where 0 and 1 will change their place to make a byte, a string of bits, representing the god language.

And, it is just me or do I get the feeling that this goddess who wants to destroy a world in rust has his reason, he has a feeling that leaving the world like this, isn't a good idea.

Even if the humans are begging him to stop, he did not listen.

Because, in some of the next lines, we got this:

"A play that crueler than dream" (Shu line)

"With everyone's prayers" (Mika line)

"Everyone will remember it" (Shu line).

"Above the Surface world that full of selfishness and egoism" (Mika line)

The god see human as this selfish and only care for what they want most then how others feel.

"This lost child of the era, is confused by the fragile waves" (Mika line)

"So let's come and come into a new world trapped in 0 and 1" (Shu & Mika line)

Is about Valkyrie, IT ABOUT VALKYRIE. *Gone crazy at this point*

If you didn't know, Valkyris wasn't that used to the new system after the war. The DreamFes system made by Eichi, yeah, that one.

They skip school and most of the time do their show outside of school until Eichi himself steps in and threatens them to rejoin the school and accept the DreamFess system.

They were lost. Lost of the modern world, and still stay in the old era. Shu never wants to go back and join the DreamFes for once because how much he hated Eichi, and how much the war hurted him, yet, they return, make a change that not even Eichi can imagine of.

"Lost in their own tears, and still..." (Shu line)

"Falling away..." (Mika line)

They did, however, losing against Fine, and still...this was not the end.

THIS WAS A MARK FOR THE NEW BEGINNING.

That they're now known to DreamFes, open their mind and continue their journey.

That why the next line of the song came with a stronger beat. Bam! We are now reborn, we are now continue to blooming up on this world of hidden beauty. We'll find it and make art out of it!

"Scrutinize, lament, and let your own foolish schemes drive you crazy" (Shu line, it kinda fit Shu too)

"And now, ask yourself here and now." (Mika line)

"Is there an omnipotent being to be ruled?" (Both)

"And do you believe it?" (Shu line)

"Do you believe it?" (Mika line)

"Do you believe it?" (Both)

I think these lines are pointing to Shu and how he've been since the end of the war.

Scrutinize mean: examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.

While lament mean: a passionate expression of grief or sorrow.

After the war, Shu was cave for perfection even more than he was before, he wish to not made all that mistake again or else he might lose Mika too.

He drive himself crazy, then look back what happened, he started to ask questions.

He was so into perfection, he loses the meaning of art it self. He put himself into a jail, said that, this was all for the work of art, but it wasn't.

People are being harm for his actions, Mika wasn't getting any better if he keeps acting like this. Reckless and madness drive him away from the actual beauty in art that the old Shu was fond of.

So, he ask himself. If art is freedom, why so gaol...

"Is there an omnipotent being to be ruled?"

And realizing that, will he continue to be like this. Do you believe in such form of art that not bring happiness and joy?

For the bloom of Valkyrie, must we sacrifice our little life for the victory Shu wanted.

Also important element needed to be mention: Last Lament.

Meiyuu Deshi Kairou was released in 2023, and Last Lament which is also a Valkyrie song was released in 2017.

And in the song, there was this line: "It fine if we reach the brink of our dreams and rot forgotten."

"We'll use the flames of passion on us, to show them that we can melt even despair."

But, but! In their newest song ( from the Trip albums)

Shukufuku no Library

We can see, Shu is now accepting the future and wish for joy to Valkyrie then only to successfully reach their dream as soon as possible:

"Is it only success stories that are now illuminated by the love that shines down from the heavens?"

"No! An unfinished adventure stories is also a foolish memoir that's also precious."

"Come on, let's play the lovely poems of our lives and gently store them in the library of blessings."

Return, return, let's us get to the next line:

Ok, Ok, I love that they put both Friedrich Schiller work into one line!

"A play that's crueler than a dream" (Mika line)

"Everyone inside this veil wishing for something" (Shu line)

The god talk about everyone wishes, seeing their foolish little small wishes yet never to be turn into reality because the god already had their own plan for them.

It also Shu, talking to himself that even if life is cruel, everyone has their little dream.

"In the face of the myth of the Perfect world" (Shu line)

But Shu dream was too far from reality, can that Perfection he wished for really have a way to get?

From here on, the line repeat itself:

"confused by the fragile waves" (Shu line)

"This lost child of the era" (Mika line)

"So let's come and come into a new world trapped in 0 and 1" (Shu & Mika line)

But this time, Shu has become different, Valkyrie has changed! The lost child had found their way out of that jail!

"The labyrinth corridor, love is a Perfect world" (The back choir?)

And yes, he did be able to found out, love is the best way to a world he's wish for, no more madness from now on, only love and joy.

And maybe, just maybe, the goddess in this song also did.

Thank you for your time! Reading this.

It late now, and my ears...oh god...it had been listen to Meiyuu Deshi Kairou non-stop ( I remember like 8/10 of the goddam lyrics *cry and laughed at the same time* )

Also, one last thing...

In the 3D MV, noticed how Mika move, yes, he still keep that flexibility of him, but that not just a represent for a doll, Mika now turning it in to his own style of dance.

While Shu do art in a perfect and nicely organizing way.

Mika go for a chaos way that both resemble the old him and use it to make the new him.

In the last moment of the MV, Mika...I don't know if he forget or that is simply how the MV plays out, but there was a moment like this:

Mika when: Look at my Oshi-san!!!

Shu: Mika! Back up! You're supposed to be standing next to me.

Mika: Can i?

Shu: Yes. Yes you can. You're no longer a doll, but a human, a partner who place is staying next to me and performing art together.

Mika: Oh...I'm not fulling understand that, but ok! I'll try to stay next to you from now on!

( this is me, writing that out of thin air, the conversation may not be real, but the meaning are. Mika may be a little confused for suddenly got set free from being a soulless doll, he need his little time )

Thank...for reading...my dear ValkyrieP... I need a rest and a cup of coffee I guess *die*

[blackbutler-mylove]

Hello! I love seeing the Black Butler fandom come back from the grave and I feel like it will stay alive for a while until 2024. Unlike the time Queen Elizabeth died and brought it back to life for a few weeks.

Anyways, I have a Ciel x reader. Basically it’s Ciel with a reader that’s gets called “Lady of the Night” because of her dark and mysterious appearance that represents the night. She talks like she’s a character from Edger Allen Poe’s poems and looks like she came straight out of a Tim Burton film. It can be hc of Ciel before he made the reader his s/o and after. Or it can be a oneshot. It’s up to you!

Thank you and have a good day!

Thank you so much!

This headcanon takes place before the « big reveal » ;)

Ciel his still his canon age and reader is 14! (So a one year gap)

°Ciel met you during a very boring reception between the heads of some of most important brands in England. Tea, silks, furniture, land, cattle and well, his toy company.

°Small talk is something ciel is very good at, but absolutely despises. That’s why after his usual tactical greetings, he decided to just sit by a table with a small glass of champagne, Sebastian standing by his side.

°The only thing slightly amusing to do was to watch the other nobles go about their empty conversations.

°That’s where your father comes in. He’s been widowed for seven years, and was at the head of a very important jewelry and ornaments company. Ciel knew that he decided very early on to include the input of his young daughter in his commercial decisions, but the daughter in question was rarely seen.

°Ciel never met you, despite his numerous interactions with your father. Well, until tonight.

°He saw you walking at your father’s side, wearing a very deep and dark plum colored dress. Wearing an array of silver jewelry from your family’s company and striking eye makeup, that made your eyelids look like they were adorned with lace. An odd way for a lady to present herself…

°Ciel got up from his seat and got closer to the small circle that formed around you two, made by very intrigued nobles looking to poke and prod at you with their questions.

°As he greeted your father for the first time this evening, he noticed you were completely unbothered by the indiscreet questions thrown your way, answering with as much bluntness and a whimsy tone.

° « Pray tell my dear, have you found yourself a betrothed yet? »    « It is not one of my priorities. »

°Here’s something he always dreamed of saying… He went to greet you and kissed your hand, but before he could say anything you perked up: « You have the most beautiful eye, my lord. »

°Sebastian chuckled under his breath as he saw his lord lose his composure.

°For the rest of the evening, you and Ciel sat down as you talked, and you even showed him the small sketchbook you carried around to draw down your ideas for new jewelry. 

°You even started to draw a small portrait of him with a certain crow perched on his shoulder, which he didn’t even notice as he was hanging on each word you said. When he asked about the bird, you replied that « Sebastian made me think of one, it is a simple artistic liberty. Crows are very intelligent animals. »

°When you had to return home, you gifted him the portrait. « We will need to meet again soon, lord Phantomhive. You are truly an inspiration. » You said with a shier tone.

°He was blushing each time he thought of you on his ride back to the manor, and he would be caught dead before anyone knew he smiled while he was in bed that night. Much to Sebastian’s amusement.

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I wrote about how they met! I can image that they kept meeting up after that, and the "lady of the night" might have gotten herself into a lot of the phantomhive's shenanigans!

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Zakuro Hanami 2020 4* Card Story

(note: C’s show is based on Ise Monogatari, a collection of waka poems dating from the Heian period.)

Chapter 1 -street, evening-

zakuro: My oh my, would you look at that, Saki-sama, it’s the spring sunset. It casts such a fleeting and mysterious atmosphere over the city, it drew my attention before I knew it.

saki: You’re in a good mood tonight, Zakuro-san.

zakuro: Indeed, indeed. That is simply because I like spring. Of the four seasons none can compare to its deceitful allure. There is no other season quite as joyous as spring, don’t you agree? 

Oh my, your expression tells me that you think otherwise. Then, look at those flowers blooming over there. Drawn in by their beauty, unprepared, you come to a halt at a crossroads— And then, you end up setting foot down the fifth path, never to return again… 

Fufufu, the sweet little bird has lost her way. Are you sure we're headed in the correct direction?

saki: Huh? O-of course I’m sure. Don't say things like that all of a sudden!

zakuro: My oh my, could it be that you're not a fan of scary ghost stories? I happen to love them. Don't I look like the type of person who would be into such bizarre tales?

Oh, but! Such strange occurrences have never happened to me personally. The supernatural appears to be avoiding me, it is most disappointing.

saki: Is that so?

zakuro: Indeed, though that is because I think that the bizarre has a preference. For example, the young nobleman that Mokuren plays in our show. People like him would be its favourite food.

A love so deep that he continues to love even whilst knowing that he will never meet his sweetheart again. I’m sure that even beings that are not human would pity such a person and be drawn towards them.

Sad as it may be, a love like that is simply not possible for me…

saki: So that’s the conclusion you came to after falling in love?

zakuro: –How should I have taught you? I who through ignorance have constantly asked others what love might be.* Are you really asking I, who has no experience with love, that question, Saki-sama?

saki: Huh…?

zakuro: Even if I did, I have no memories of it now. Fufufu, whether you want to believe me or not is your own prerogative. 

Oh my, whilst we were talking we've already reached the station. I will part with you here, have a good night.

-

Chapter 2 -starless lobby-

saki: Hello, Zakuro-san. What are you doing?

zakuro: Why if it isn't Saki-sama. Welcome once again to Starless today. I was simply admiring the flowers, these are all flower stands that I’ve received.

saki: Woah, they're amazing… These ones are all addressed to you.

zakuro: Indeed. I have also received many nice compliments, like one saying that they were enchanted by my voice.

saki: The song for this show is another magical and wonderful song, so I can see why.

zakuro: My my, now even you are complimenting me. Dear me, it is the greatest honour to hear that as a singer.

Hm… And yet, on the flipside, my heart feels as though it is empty. Since I am an empty vessel singing a song about love whilst knowing nothing about it myself.

saki: There you go saying that again…

-cg

zakuro: Fu—… (blows sakura petals from his hand)

saki: (Wah, the petals are falling…)

zakuro: My, what cold words. If we can have falling cherry blossoms here then wouldn't some flowing water have been nice as well?

Or am I simply talking nonsense as I lament? Going without confirming whether or not it's a lie or the truth would be nothing but a punishment. Alas, you look as though you would break my heart into a million pieces, little bird.

saki: W-wait a moment. What do you mean? What do you want to confirm?

zakuro: Oh my, are you interested? Then you would have no choice but to fall in love with me. I knew today was going to be my lucky day. This will be the start of our love, a secret from all.

saki: Don’t just declare that on your own! But wait, why does it have to be a secret?

zakuro: Because secrets always taste as sweet as honey. Not to mention, there are lots of nosy outsiders at this store. I think it would be best to develop our little love affair in private. Oh, but despite calling it a secret that does not mean I wish for us to have to hold back.

If you so desire it, I too would have no qualms melting together and becoming one right away. You and I, with both our hearts and bodies laid bare…

saki: W-what are you saying–

-kiss sfx-

saki: ….!?

zakuro: If you're hesitant, then why not just blame it on the season? Say that you were enticed by me due to it being spring. By all means, whenever you feel like falling in love, do let me know.

—end

*zakuro directly quotes poem 38 from Ise Monogatari here 「ならはねば世の人ごとに何をかも恋とはいふと問ひし我しも」 the translation I have used is from this book.

*while not directly quoted, zakuro also seems to reference these poems- 「To love, unloved, is more futile, than to write, on a flowing stream」 - 「Flowing waters, passing years, scattering blossoms, which one of them will listen, if someone cries “wait”?」

requested by @cinefansia!

[marchsfreakshow]

Poems - The Speck [James Patrick March]

Drabble //fluffy to all hells

Part 4 to add to the Poems collection. Find the other parts in my masterlist. <3

Yet another poem to add to your collection, and your confidence is through the roof with this poem. You just hoped James felt the same.

Your perspective!

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

I was vigorously typing when James appeared back in our room, blood still dripping down his face and clothes. "Darling!" He smiled. It made me jump a little as I looked away from the bright screen.

"Hello." My head cocked to the side slightly as I stared at him. "Not had time to clean up yet mister?" I giggle, putting my laptop down and walking towards the man. He shook his head as he pulled me close. Occasionally, i felt the small drips of blood on my own clothes while we hugged. Not like I cared, I was writing a poem, finally, to get published in a poem competition in the newspaper. Maybe some recognition to the garbles of words I call poems.

"Not yet my dear. Sally told me your news before I could do anything else." A small grin appeared on his face.

"I'm working on the poem right now."

"Can I read it darling?" I nodded in response. "I'll read it out loud yes?"

He started to read the words on the screen outloud as I watched him.

"The speck. It appears again. The white little cloud, floating in my eye. I itch for it. My eye burns. My brain is in love. My heart hurts." Hearing him say the poem outloud made me feel slightly embarrassed, but I just gulped and kept re-reading the poem while James spoke it.

"Oh why must I be so divided? This speck. Why is it important? This piece of dust, that is still in my vision, has no reason to leave. But I blink. And you disappear again. Maybe you'll disappear again. Maybe my brain will fall. Fall to my heart. Bye bye speck. You're nothing special. You're a white cloud."

The meaning of the poem never hit me, until James read it. Thinking about people before James, and how they didn't mean much. He smiled once he finished the poem, and looked from the laptop to my own eyes. The dead stare. Was it a good or bad stare? Whelp "Yeah..?" I asked quietly.

As soon as i spoke, he held me again, bringing me as close as he possibly could be. I took this as a guess that it was a good poem. "You're going to win. And change the world." He whispered to me. It felt like I was frozen as we hugged. Affirmations were never my strong-suit, past and present. Constantly getting put down for what i wrote all the time shattered me.

Despite the negativity that lived in my head, i smiled and kissed James' bloody face. "Thank you James. I really appreciate the positivity."

"You're perfectly wonderous my sweet bird, i have full confidence you will win this competition." He kissed my hand, what a gentleman, and let me go so i headed back to my laptop.

Sighing, i typed, refined and re-read the poem about a million times before it was sent off. A breath of relief let itself out of my mouth, and i shut the laptop, laying down. "Im so proud of you my dear."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

[lillipad72]

The Annotated Anne of Green Gables ~~ a special rereading

CHAPTER IV ~~ Morning at Green Gables

hello everyone, i am back! i have actually been traveling this past month abroad and have not really had much ability to be on tumblr, but i have returned so expect more from me again!

"I think he's lovely...He is so very sympathetic. He didn't mind how much I talked -- he seemed to like it. I felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as I ever saw him."

Anne's iconic recurring title of 'kindred spirit' for people she connects with on a deep level probably comes from a well-known poem by Thomas Gray, a very popular English poet, despite only publishing thirteen poems in his lifetime. The poem "Elegy in a Country Churchyard" was found in the Fifth Royal Reader, published in 1873, so it is likely Anne would have come across this term there, but this term is also located in The Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner, published in 1883, and Elizabeth Von Arnim's Elizabeth and Her German Garden, published in 1898. While it is not completely certain where L.M. Montgomery would have first heard this term, odds point to the Gray poem, and based on the timeline of Anne, it appears this would also be where Anne Shirley would have picked it up. That part of the poem goes as follows: "for thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead / Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, / If chance, by lonely contemplation led, / Some kindred spirits shall inquire thy fate," (Stanza 24, 11. 93-96). Gray's poem was partly inspired by the death of fellow poet Richard West and its themes include death and remembrance. This is an interesting place for Anne to pick up from, noting that she herself has experienced loss, most intimately in that of her parents. I wonder if she thinks of herself as her parents' kindred spirit who thinks about them after they passed, and she herself longs for someone who will remember her so deeply even when she has gone somewhere else.

"Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums. It makes them seem more like people. How do you know but that it hurts a geranium's feelings just to be called a geranium and nothing else? You wouldn't like to be called nothing but a woman all the time. Yes, I shall call it Bonny. I named that cherry-tree outside my bedroom window this morning. I called it Snow Queen because it was so white."

This passage makes it abundantly clear that L.M. Montgomery inspired Anne from her own childhood experiences. This instance is taken almost exactly from her journal. On September 21, 1889, when she was thirteen years old, she wrote: "There wasn't any school, so I amused myself repotting all my geraniums. Dear things, how I love them! The 'mother' of them all is a matronly old geranium called 'Bonny.' I got Bonny ages ago -- it must be as much as two or three years ... I called it Bonny -- I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums ... And it blooms as if it meant it. I believe that old geranium has a soul!" It seems that L.M. Montgomery went through her earlier journals and looked for examples of youthfulness that she could use to create Anne!

next chapter

[onlyfngs]

Astarion finds @erinnya to connect further on their shared love for poetry.

A stack of old poem collections in hand, Astarion sauntered up the long path to the Delaney Estate. It felt familiar, the old stones stirring memories that he couldn't grasp well enough to visualize. But he must've been here before, he concluded. Cazador, his master, might have taken him here. Much had been too long ago to remember now. And some things he had simply forgotten because trauma had made him forget. As he knocked at the great door in front he didn't want to remember either. He simply wanted to enjoy and further explore the connection to Harriet, something that felt curios and exciting, because he had never experienced something innocent like it. Astarion didn't quite trust that he was even capable of making such a connection, a friendship. Still concerned that he wasn't allowed. But he had never been this close to freedom and didn't want to wait until it got snatched away again. Of course he also knew that, as much as she didn't identify with it, Harriet was a useful person to know. This would probably all be hers one day and he liked having powerful friends. It made him feel safe. She was enticing in so many ways.

As the door opened a male figure appeared. The black and white suit, more neat than many a noble, he knew that this had to be a servant, perhaps even the household's butler. Astarion remembered the servants of their house, all entranced humans that had always been treated much better than him and the other spawn under their cruel master. He had never been this well cared for and even now he couldn't help himself but feel envious. Of course he didn't show it and softly smiled at the servant. “Hello,” he greeted the man with a gentle nod. “I would like to see Miss Delaney.”

He was invited into the foyer and asked to wait. The butler would fetch the Lady. The expression made him chuckle under his breath, suspecting that Harriet wouldn't enjoy the formal title. While he waited he wandered a few steps and took in his surroundings. Still, the familiarity of the estate made him wonder. Astarion could almost see shadows and shapes walking along the halls and up the stairs, but not well enough to remember. When the sound of feet caught his attention he turned around smiling, expecting to find Harriet, but it was another man. And as if he was trying to remember, too, he eyed Astarion cautiously. It took him a second, but he was quite confident in the assumption that this had to be Walton Delaney. He, too, felt familiar to Astarion.

“What do you think you're doing here?” he asked. Surprised by the forwardness the pale visitor blinked. A second later and he would've come up with a stammer of a response, but the slim figure of Harriet appeared and saved him the embarrassment. He slinked past the Lord and walked up to her. Pushing whatever confrontation this could have been into the back of his head, it was easy to greet her with a smile. It never lost any slyness, but it was a warm smile.

“Hello, dear,” he raised his hand and presented the booklets as he closed the distance to her. “I came to fulfill a promise.” He winked and handed them over. They were old little books, some first editions. He hadn't picked these randomly. Mary Shelley, Lord Byron, all poets he had seen come and go because he had been around when they were alive. He also had a weakness for 18th century poetry, but she knew that already since he had recited one or two on their evening in the maze.

[marias-wonderland]

Post-SoTL letters (N.2)

Hello once again. My writing muse came back and gave me this play between Clarice and Hannibal. They mostly talk about music but they obviously mean more than what they write.

(dedicated to my beta reader, @isidoros69 , whose support enables me to write once every blue moon. Also, to my wonderful fandom people! @louisfriend-ironsulfide @lotus-ignis @black-mushroom, @eyaeya111, @liwodot, @ladylshardlakesworld, and to whoever is still around!)

Words: 1965

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Clarice

The view from my window is bringing peace upon my soul, and the pinot grigio accompanied with the artichokes and bottarga salad is only complimenting the scenery. The clouds seem they have engulfed the sky, casting a leisurely but simultaneously melancholic essence of self-discovery. The wind gently shakes the trees and the flowers, the white petals of those flowers in harmony they dance in the wind, floating in the beauty of an invisible river. While gazing the eternal grey world in front of me, the notes of Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 27 No. 2 brought an inquiry to my mind. Do you enjoy listening to music, Clarice?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           With gratitude                                                                                                 Dr. Hannibal Lecter, MD

Dear Dr. Lecter

It seems that in the end, you got what you wanted. There are no bars or cells for you anymore, neither restrictions nor rules. You are free to gaze upon the same sky as I am. Free to indulge in what your soul desires, however wicked or wrong it is, stifling does not suit your persona. The evening sounds pleasing, Doctor. You are the maven of the bon vivant way of acting after all. Given our different upbringing, our music tastes are going to appear completely dissimilar. Yes, I do enjoy some music tunes so I can wind off after a hard day of work (I would mention dancing at clubs but, something tells me they’re not your cup of tea). I’m not a person who pays too much attention to the artists, I listen to whatever feels good to me. Madonna and Whitney Houston being some of them, as well as Michael Jackson and Prince. Cyndi Lauper and David Bowie are also good. Generally speaking, if I like the tune, I will join in. Please don’t hold back on your knowledge about this, I’m certain your mind is like a living library of information. Perhaps you could suggest me composers I would enjoy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 With Respect                                                                                                     Clarice M. Starling

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Dear Clarice

It is of the human nature to seek out for our freedom, regardless of our wrongdoings. Always remember that deep down, even the most altruistic person hides a tinge of egoism. The instincts of survival are primordial, way before humans thought their laws could outlaw the wrath of nature. Never apologise for what you do not know. Only for what you had the chance to know but refused to. Our differences make us unique and seductive, temptation is of the greatest sins for a reason. I never expected the musical literacy of the orphanage to be of high character. Neither of course the cultural heritage you carry could ever lead you to such paths.

One should start small. Try listening to four seasons by Vivaldi. I recommend “autumn” for you. It is the most overlooked piece by the four of them, and yet it perfectly enhances and encapsulates the essence of chase, of hunting. Vivaldi himself had written poems for his compositions. Try reading the poems while listening to the pieces.

“The hunters, at the break of dawn, go to the hunt.

With horns, guns, and dogs they are off,

The beast flees, and they follow its trail”

May the hunt never end indeed

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        With gratitude                                                                                Dr. Hannibal Lecter, MD

Ps. Have you ever looked at a person and wondered how their essence would be convened into music? Because I have. For you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Dr. Lecter

The element of surprise is always present when I’m talking to you. The moment I’m ready to drop the letter on the table, you come back with the most intriguing piece of flattery.

I bought the records you recommended. As for the poems, I had quite a time with the local libraries but all's well that ends well.

Autumn is a limbo between life and death, a bittersweet season, it's not death already but not life anymore.

Doing tasks only for them to be left incomplete, never being able to see the finish line.

But also you can sense the joy, the energy that the hunt is giving to both the hunter and the pray. The thrilling that ambuscades give to two communicating vessels.

But behind all that, one can still feel the merriment of summer and the cautiousness of winter. Perfect blend of seasons.

I listened to the rest of the season on my day off, with a glass of wine on my hand while gazing at the night sky. It was a tranquil evening.

You were right, autumn was my favourite. I hope you are going to recommend me more compositions. As for the hunt it will inevitably end, and we both know the results, Doctor.

“The exhausted beast tries to flee, but dies."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                             With respect

                                                                                        Clarice M. Starling

Ps. Your insightfulness never stops astonishing me. I hope you are going to expand your thoughts a bit further. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Clarice

The path to self-realization finds the impediment of our current mind. Only the conquest of it could lead you to your true self.

I had planned of discussing with you the significance of Mozart in the classicism wave but, a certain… a minor shift to my plans, brought to my attention the representative of Russian nationalism, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Besides, Mozart’s compositions are characterized by a fervent sequence to rules, something which you can put aside if the moment demands for it. Tchaikovsky on the other hand favoured emotional progression, the catharsis of the soul, the joys, loves, and sorrows of the human heart with striking and poignant sincerity.

I believe you would enjoy some of his lesser known compositions. I suggest “Souvenir de Florence”. I listened to it very recently and the breadth of the sound is something which can captivate you.

As for my last thought, it is a tendency that most musicians share. Almost like a personal whim, translating internal emotions into notes and symphonies. The more joy something brings to us, the more music echoes to our ears.

I would be glad to share my speculations about you, but always in exchange. Quid pro quo Clarice.

So please tell me

How would my existence be translated into music, Clarice?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       With gratitude

                                                                             Dr. Hannibal Lecter, MD

Ps. We’ve chatted for so long and yet, I didn’t send my greetings to our old pal Jackie boy. Please dedicate to him Mozart’s “Requiem”, I’m certain his long lost soul is fit for it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Dear Dr. Lecter

Thanks to your suggestions, I’ve become a reappearing figure at my local antique shop and even managed to get the vinyls at a better price since “No young people nowadays care about the classics”.

You stand correct once again, I remained motionless throughout the course of the performance. This one I believe fits better to be listened at day, the crystal clear sky mirroring the composer’s will for life.

Regarding your last request, I am afraid that I can not come up with a satisfactory answer for your criteria. I am able to describe people’s actions with words and explain their reasoning behind that but, music was always an uncharted territory for me.

If you could be kind enough to help me on that one, I would appreciate it.

                                                                                                  With respect                                                                                                     Clarice M. Starling

Ps. I’m aware you know of Bella’s deteriorating health but, it is him who takes the toll for both of them. It is almost painful to watch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Dear Clarice

You were doing so fine, following the lead and completing the tasks you were given.

Now the agent came tête-à-tête with an actual challenge and requires the assistance of someone more au courant.

It is clear I’ve asked you to act beyond your training.

Very well, follow my lead and in your next letter try to live up to your name.

When you come to my mind, a plethora of notes burst into my mind, rampant and joyous, sorrowful and cynical.

A feeling of recurring sadness and despair. Occasional, fleeting moments of upbeat melodies feel more like episodes of painfully self-aware mania among a constant bedrock of fear, and pain. A sense of loss that always revives when I listen to it again.

The expression of a broken rage, a lost love, a forgotten memory, a dead rose somehow flourishing, coming all together in a sick melancholy and expression of reasonable insanity.

Reminiscent of the monotony of our daily lives and how little of a choice we have in it, yet can't help being upbeat to an extent with hope.

I find it quite intriguing, the different emotions each of us convey through these majestic chimes. As for me, I sense harmony and merriment.

Words convey understanding that music fails to describe, but music conveys emotion words cannot express.

However it is due to the emotions it releases that our simplistic human minds cannot comprehend nor explain, a conundrum of melancholous, yet peaceful feelings that no music nowadays can do the liberty of replicating.

This is how I see you. Trying to grasp the sinister world around you, but are you ready to feel the icy fingers of terror stroke your heart?

                                                                                                With gratitude

                                                                                      Dr. Hannibal Lecter, MD

Ps. Try closing your eyes and focus on how you would translate each emotion you feel into humming. How does anger sound to you? Quick and loud or rapid and silent? Follow this advice and then you will be able to answer me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Dr. Lecter

Thank you for your insight and leading. It took me some time and a lot of concentration to find an answer worthy enough of writing down but, I’m confident this is it.

When you come to my mind, this mixture of brilliant eloquence and inhuman cruelty deluges it.

The music starts with melancholy. Dark, with hints of sweetness underlying a tone of despair. Intensity rises. Grief makes way for anger, insanity and a welcoming of death's tender embrace. Life has become hell.

Music is now fast. The grasp on reality porous and thin, like butter scraped over too much bread. The light tries to resist, but what little control remains is slipping, struggling to fight back.

 The darkness, emboldened by the chaos, responds in kind, eager to stamp out the last embers of hope.

The darkness has taken root now. The host no longer resists the parasite's will. But within the darkness, there’s a new purpose. The devil might have changed his appearance but he cannot betray his nature.

He plays furiously, boundless now he roams free. His muster unrelenting, devouring. In his wake, only one thing remains… the purest representation of humanity's dualism. The eternal conflict for humanity's soul.

The end is bittersweet, like the aftermath of the self-casted war between spirit and mind with casualties being the human soul.

On the whole, I would say that it is the manifestation of a dance not with someone else but with yourself, you are dancing with your shadow, with your ego, and that makes it special.

Almost inveigling the gazer into taking a place to the dance                                                                                            With respect

                                                                                      Clarice M. Starling

Ps. I can not help myself but picture waltzes whenever I’m listening to my vinyls. Have you ever taken part in this type of dance, Doctor? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Clarice

I must congratulate you for your quick learning, your rapid adaptation to your environment truly will help you survive.

If you ever knew me in my personal life, you would know I never turn down an invitation to dance.

I wholeheartedly enjoyed our conversation but I am afraid I have to put it to an end for now, for I am going on a trip. One should always exercise their body as well their mind. It would also be my pleasure to teach you how to waltz.

It would be the perfect body exercise for the both of us.

                                                                                              With gratitude

                                                                                  Dr. Hannibal Lecter, MD

[laylasbestfriend]

——————————-Chongqiu——————————-

Chongyun was eating his popsicle and watching Xingqiu from afar, Xingqiu was quietly reading a book that was gifted to him by Chongyun. Whenever Xingqiu would read by himself Chongyun would join him to listen, but today was different…Chongyun was going to confess his feeling to Xingqiu.

Chongyun wasn’t sure if his feelings we’re going to be reciprocated but he wanted to let his best friend know how he felt. He wanted to tell someone his plan so they could tell him if he needed to fix something. He wanted to tell someone he could trust. The Traveler.

Chongyun looked for The Traveler all over Liyue. So he began asking around.

“Hello? Excuse me have you seen a blonde boy with a floating fairy?”

“No. Sorry.”

Chongyun couldn’t find Aether Anywhere so he went over to an Inn not far from Liyue. There he found Aether and Xiao. Everyone knew they liked each other, except for them.

“Traveler!”

“Ah, Chongyun..What do you need?”

“Please look over this poem for Xingqiu i made…I’m gonna confess today..”

“Hm…You said you were gonna confess yesterday also. Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure!”

“Hm…Ok..It looks fine..Its kinda corny though.”

“H-hey! I tried my best!..Is it really bad?..”

“No, it’s a good poem Chongyun.”

Chongyun was excited at Aether’s approval, now all he needed was to get some flowers…But he didnt know what kind of flower Xingqiu liked. So once again he asked around…In hopes of finding out. A few hours go by and he finds at least 2 leads.

1. He’s always walking around in a feild of flowers of many different colors.

2. He’s always buying different flowers.

Chongyun couldn’t decide which flowers to get..So he went throughout the entire nation of Liyue to find every single flower. He got a nice blue bouquet wrap with a water design on it…He was closer to confessing his feelings but the day was also closer to ending! He had to hurry…So he realized there was one last thing he needed to get.

Timing. He needed to find out what time of day Xingqiu likes the best, So in order to do this he asked the fishermen what time of the day is Xingqiu out the most throughout the week. The fishermen had an answer for him luckily…It was sunset…The sun was just about to set. Chongyun had everything planned out. He was going to do it! Today was the day! He was finally going to—

Suddenly a few screams are heard throughout Liyue…What could be happening? A blue water dragon appears from the shore of Liyue. Chongyun will not let anything ruin this special day. He reaches the jade chamber and with the help of others they defeat the water dragon. Chongyun makes it back on the ground to only realize that everything he worked hard to get is gone.

Chongyun is a bit sad..He planned for so long and it took most of his day!..He even had to convince Shenhe to let him have a day off!..All for it to fail. Chongyun sits on the side of harbor watching the water eating another popsicle. He looks off into the distance wondering will him and Xingqiu ever be together?….

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Xingqiu notices some stuff that has been washed on shore…He picks it up and reads the poem…

“Dear Xingqiu,

I love you…I know it’s weird but i cant stop thinking about you. My heart beats when i’m around you and my face heats up. I cant express how i feel…But i just wanted you to know that…I love you…

Dear ___

Xingqiu notices that the name has gotten wet and has been covered up who is this secret admirer? Will he ever meet them?….

——————————The End————————————

[oraclekleo]

Ohhh your game sounds fun and I would like to know what’s bewitching about me 👀 love your readings and your whole energy so much btw 🖤

Hello dear!

Thank you for participating in my mini tarot game.

Your card is Page of Cups

You have such a kind and accepting soul! You honour everyone, all people, animals, plants, you are open minded and nonjudgemental. You always have kind words for anyone. You know life can be harsh and you are doing your bit to make people feel a bit better. You are the one to offer emotional support to anyone who's going through hard times. You are highly empathetic, you can feel for people, you can understand even the most intimate emotional struggles.

Because of your sensitive (maybe even lyric) nature, people find you stunningly beautiful. Not just your appearance (which is also likely to be attractive) but your soul. You are the type of person who will willingly absorb other people's sadness and turn the tears into something beautiful (maybe poem, maybe piece of art).