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gothicnyc · 9 months ago

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Gothic Events Happening in NYC March

Inferno

Widely hailed as one of the great classics of Western literature, INFERNO details Dante's journey through the nine circles of Hell. After meeting his guide, the eminent Roman poet Virgil, in a mythical dark wood, the two begin their descent through a mysterious world of miserable souls, horrifying tortures, and unending suffering.

Until the end of April

$35-65

165 West 86th Street New York, NY 10024

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/inferno-tickets-792312296407?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Trivia

Did you spend your youth pinning for vampiric affection? Then gather your Scoobies and join us for Buffy the Vampire Slayer Trivia at Home Base Bistro, our Bronze for the evening to celebrate The Chosen One

3/6/2024

Free

416 Third Avenue New York, NY 10016

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/buffy-the-vampire-slayer-trivia-tickets-831196419867?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

BLOOD FOR DRACULA

Immediately after completing Flesh For Frankenstein, filmmaker Paul Morrissey and star Udo Kier created Blood For Dracula, a sumptuously depraved Euroshocker that tows the line between art and bad taste. Desperate for virgin blood, Count Dracula (Kier) journeys to an Italian villa only to discover the family’s three young daughters are also coveted by the estate’s Marxist stud (Joe Dallesandro of Morrissey’s Flesh, Trash and Heat). Stefania Casini (Suspiria) and Bicycle Thieves director Vittorio De Sica co-star in one of the most unique and outrageous vampire films in history, now scanned uncut in 4K from the original negative for the first time ever.

3/8/2024

$ 15.00

136 Metropolitan Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11249

https://nitehawkcinema.com/williamsburg/movies/blood-for-dracula/

The Red Party

Hosted by Elder Goth & DJ Sean Templar, the red party is sure to delight. Enjoy a night of gothic music and drinks at the mercury lounge. Come watch me dance my ass off.

3/23/2024

$ 15.00

217 East Houston St, New York, NY, United States, New York

https://linktr.ee/redpartynyc?fbclid=IwAR0LwDx2k-MBUlFnIQFitfPx--Nmr7A9AJ-U8xDlibsAASMus7lgRzCG1j0

SAW The Musical The Unauthorized Parody of Saw (New York Off-Broadway)

One of the most thought-provoking horror films of all time now is…a musical. SAW The Musical hilariously captures the events of the first movie parodying the Saw that started it all following from where Lawrence Gordon and Adam Stanheight find each other for the first time in the bathroom trap. Will they follow "the rules" as they discover each other's secrets? Will they escape the game in time and saw right through? A love story with fluidity (and lots more fluids), 'SAW The Musical The Unauthorized Parody of Saw' is Little Shop of Horrors meets Avenue Q, pushing the boundary on sexuality and how to love. [Parental Advisory: Explicit Content]

3/11/2024

$41 – $123

354 West 45th Street New York, NY 10036

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/saw-the-musical-the-unauthorized-parody-of-saw-new-york-off-broadway-tickets-823186150937?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Dark Delights

Step into a world of darkness and decadence as Dark Delights presents an unforgettable dining experience like no other. Join us in the grand hall, where an 8-course tasting menu awaits, presented by a staff of elegant vampires and their human servants. Event Admission Includes: 🍽️ 8-Course Tasting Menu 🍷 Unlimited Wine (Type A or B) 🥤 Soda & Water

3/19/2024

$ 107.48

1745 Express Drive North Hauppauge, NY 11788

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/dark-delights-tickets-838683534027?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Charming Disaster's Musical Séance

Charming Disaster’s Musical Séance is part concert, part spirit divination, part guided tour of what may lie beyond the mortal veil. The playfully macabre goth-folk duo take on phantoms, poisons, witches, monsters, mediums, and more of their favorite things in this performance of original songs and mysterious onstage rituals. Charming Disaster invites you to get haunted with them – exploring the dark side with tongue in cheek and drink in hand. Séance kit included with VIP ticket!

3/22/2024

$ 18.80

21 A Clinton Street New York, NY 10002

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/charming-disasters-musical-seance-tickets-796951913627?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

LGBTQ Secrets of the Met Museum Tour • NYC

Professor Andrew Lear, a four-time winner of the Harvard Certificate for Excellence in Teaching, will decipher the meanings of symbols, poses, and context while telling you the low-down on what's really going on. For Lear’s peerless insights on just one of the works in the Met’s unrivaled collection, visit The Gay and Lesbian Review. Famous artists and subjects appear but so do lesser-known artists and works whose homoerotic charge is often ignored.

3/23/2024

$ 60.54

1000 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10028

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lgbtq-secrets-of-the-met-museum-tour-nyc-tickets-771099448207?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Remembrance, Commemoration & Myth-Making: A Critical Look at Monuments

Join the American Federation of Arts for a panel discussion inspired by the AFA's traveling exhibition Monuments and Myths: The America of Sculptors Augustus Saint-Gaudens and Daniel Chester French. This talk will highlight the perspectives of artists, curators, and scholars engaging with monuments and the ways in which they influence history, identity, and memory in contemporary contexts. The program will be followed by a light reception and exhibition catalogs will be available for purchase.

3/26/2024

Free

215 West 57th Street #Suite 1 New York, NY 10019

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/remembrance-commemoration-myth-making-a-critical-look-at-monuments-tickets-829099247167?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Be sure to keep you eyes out! More events to be posted as the weeks progress!

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jade-escobar · 2 years ago

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Poison & Wine | Jadrigo

Featuring: Jade Clark, @rodrigo-esc & Jeanette Shapiro; mentions of Jewel & Jett Clark, and Fletcher Van Hall Location: Saddle River Day School & Jade/Clover’s apartment; San Francisco, CA Date: Late afternoon/early evening, Thurs. March 23, 2023 Notes: "Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine...” --The Civil Wars Triggers: Verbal abuse

JADE

Jade was saying goodbye to Jett and Jewel as their mom's driver escorted the two kids down the hallway and towards the nearest exit. Her twin half-siblings were singing harmony to, "Dear Theodosia" on their way out, which had Jade smiling to herself as she returned to the music room. With all of the kids in the cast and crew having gone home, Jade figured she should probably pack up her belongings and go too. The only things she'd had out were her songbook and a small container of mostly eaten grapes and almost entirely consumed cookies she baked. Her eyes went to Rodrigo as she secured the lid on the container. "That was a great rehearsal. The kids seem like they're about ready for the dress rehearsals. You're doing a really good job."

RODRIGO

Rodrigo had picked up some leftover scripts and fliers left behind by his students. He quickly updated Ziggy on the show, sending him videos of the kids. He was so excited about the production and couldn't believe how close they were to dress rehearsals already. Soon, sound equipment would be available for the kids to test out the mics and he knew the children would be ecstatic. Jade had stepped away to say goodbye to her siblings and he sat in one of the classroom chairs to listen to some music as he read Ziggy's text with a giant smile. When Jade returned to the room, he pulled out one bud, looking up at her, smile never wavering. He did that a lot around her ad it wasn't like he hadn't noticed it. "Ah, thanks. I mean, I couldn't do this without you and the other volunteers but you're such an instrumental part of these rehearsals. See what I did there?" His smile melted into a soft grin and he pulled the chair that was a few inches away from him a little closer. "Sit with me? I want to show you something."

JADE

Jade caught his pun and couldn't help herself smiling from it. "I see. Clever," she replied, the smile still on her lips as she looked back to the container, making sure the lid was secure at all four corners. She stacked all of the remaining 9 mini water bottles on top of the casserole dish-sized container, all of the bottles in neat rows except for one, which she'd purposedly turned on its side. Her bag was sitting next to the container and bottles but she left all of it alone to come and sit next to Rodrigo. For some reason, her heart always wanted to thump a little bit quicker whenever she was close to him--be it her needing to invade his space for a brief moment, or him coming over and leaning against the side of the piano while directing the kids through a number. "What did you want to show me?" she asked, looking up at him.

RODRIGO

"Thank you, I'm here every day." He chuckled and was glad to see Jade sit beside him. He wanted to show her a cover of one of his favorite songs he had stumbled upon. "Here." He handed her his ear bud and pulled himself close enough so that he was sitting right next to her, shoulder to shoulder. "Sorry, my luxury phone." He chuckled at the slightly broken screen and looked over at her with a smile. She looked so pretty today. He wished he could tell her. "Um, Do you like Etta James? This is a friend of mine covering I'd Rather Go Blind. It's a beautiful rendition. I wanted you to hear it." He kept close before pressing play, trying his best to ignore the very obvious tingling he felt just by being so close.

JADE

Jade let out a demure chuckle, head dipped a little bit as she did so. She saw the earbud he was holding and then said, "Hang on one second," Tilting her head away from Rodrigo while she undid her tragus stud earring, Jade told him, "I can't wear earbuds with these earrings in." She pushed the back into the earring and set it on the arm of the chair between them, and then accepted his ear bud. When he apologized about his phone, Jade shook her head, "It's okay. But I'm guessing that's not what you wanted to show me?" Her smile was brief and there was a curiosity until he asked her about Etta James and explained further. Situating the earbud, she said, "I love Etta James." With a new smile, Jade listened while leaning slightly into Rodrigo to look at the screen and his friend's cover. "This is beautiful," she spoke as though it was a secret between them. "Is your friend singing or playing the guitar?"

RODRIGO

“Okay.” His tone was just above a whisper. He had learned to keep quieter around Jade. There was something about her that made things peaceful. When she took the earbud, he smirked at her comment and shook his head. He let her listen, smiling the entire time. “Singing. The one playing is her boyfriend. They’re incredibly talented. I knew you’d really this.” Rodrigo watched Jade as her gaze remained on the screen. He secretly hoped that she didn’t notice just how smitten he probably looked in that moment. “It’s nice that we have some similar tastes in music,huh?” (edited)

JADE

Jade really was enjoying the cover. The woman's voice was so smooth and the way she sang almost seemed effortless. It was almost enough to distract her mind from the accelerated thumping her heart had been doing. Almost. She kept watching the two perform the song and nodded a little when Rodrigo explained who each of them were to him and each other. "You were right, I do." Her lips tugged up at the corners a little and she lifted her gaze off of the phone screen and to Rodrigo's eyes. "Yes, it is. It doesn't feel like I've met or known a lot of people around my age who like jazz, or blues." The music made an ease flood over her, even though the anxious flutters still kept up in her chest and kept her eyes on Rodrigo. "This is nice... Really nice."

RODRIGO

He wanted to be respectful and wanted nothing more than to make Jade comfortable. It was important to him that Jade understood how he felt about her, how much he cared already. "Yeah, I hear that sometimes." He smiled, his gaze still on her, his lips twitching into a soft smile. "You're really nice." He whispered as the song drifted. "Pretty. Beautiful..." His eyes melted into a softer gaze. He leaned in slowly, hoping she wouldn't pull away. "I wanted you to know that..."

JADE

Jade's heartbeat was picking up when the song ended. All she had to focus on now was Rodrigo--his kind eyes, the alluring smile on his full lips, and now, how much closer he was getting. She hadn't realized until that moment that kissing Rodrigo was something she wanted. She wanted to know what his full lips would feel like on hers. Would he be tender or kiss her deeply? She wanted to know if he would enjoy her lips on his. It had been years since she'd kissed anyone; would it be obvious the moment their lips connected? She tried not to overthink it and let the moment happen. Their noses brushed and her eyes started to close but before any of her internal musings could be answered, her phone rang, loudly from her bag. Jade jumped at the ordinary ringtone bringing noise back into the music room. She drew back and rolled her lips into her mouth. "I have to... sorry," she said, opening her eyes more fully again and reaching up to remove his earbud and place it in the chair seat she just vacated as she hurried to get the call. It could have been one of her staff phoning for an emergency but when she pulled the device from her bag, she saw, "Mom" on the caller ID. A bit deflated and simultaneously tense, Jade answered, "Hello?" and listened, eyes soon widening, "You could have told me you were coming over beforehand... no, I know... I know, I'm sorry. Okay... I'll be there in about fifteen minutes... no I'm not at work... I know you don't... okay... yes... I'll be there soon. Bye." Her mother ended the call before she could and with a slump in her shoulders, Jade placed her phone back in her bag and gathered everything up before turning back to Rodrigo. "I have to go. I'm sorry. But I'll see you at the next rehearsal, okay?"

RODRIGO

He had decided in that moment he wanted this more than anytbing. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before. Rodrigo had spent enough time with Jade, shared so much with her, and talked to her every single day that he was certain he wanted to pursue this. He only hoped she felt the same and based on how she didn't pull away or didn't stop him from leaning in, Rodrigo knew this was his green light. "Can I--" and before he could ask Jade if he could kiss her, before he felt his lips against hers, before he could wrap his arms around her, the phone rang and he cursed their bad luck. Swallowing back the anticipation, he pressed his hand against his cheek, feeling the warmth that had formed there. A stupid, satisfied smile pulled at the corner of his lips because even though they didn't get to kiss, Jade wanted to. He listened to the conversation, slightly annoyed that someone was making Jade annoyed and when she said she had to go, he stood up wanting to stop her. But Rodrigo knew better than to press on. Instead, he nodded,opening the door for her. "Okay. Text me?" He leaned against the frame and smiled at her. "I had fun today."

JADE

Jade had the container and water bottles pressed to her chest to keep them from falling away. When Rodrigo opened the door for her, she smiled up at him, "Thank you. I will." The quick-forming memory of their almost kiss was starting to swim in her mind, keeping her smile on her lips as she told him, "I did too. See you later, Rodrigo." As much as she wanted to stay and wanted to hope for that moment to come back for the two of them, she knew she had to leave. If she didn't, her mother would continue to call and then resort to several text messages, and then switch back to calling. She hurried out of the school and to her mini van, setting everything inside and then situating herself in the driver's seat. Her apartment complex wasn't terribly far from the school and about 15 minutes later with the light traffic, she'd arrived. Leaving the water bottles behind, she took the container and her purse, and headed to her unit and up the stairs. Waiting at the landing was her mother, arms folded and a scowl on her face. "Honestly, Jade, what took you so long? And why are you coming home so late if you weren't at work? Please don't tell me you were up at that school. Haven't they finished with that silly play already?" Jade didn't reply right away to her mother and let the woman go on with her questions and comments, all of which were a dig or criticism in some way. Rather, she fished out her keys again and let the two of them inside. Jeanette didn't make appearances to Jade's apartment often anymore--the perks of having a roommate again and Jade managing to convince her mother that dropping in frequently wasn't being considerate of the other person occupying the apartment. She didn't have that excuse for the few months between roommates, prior to Clover moving in. Thankfully, this also meant Jeanette wouldn't stay long. To help shorten her time with her mother, Jade let the other woman know, "I need to take a shower. I'm sorry. We can talk as soon as I'm done."

JADE

Jeanette sighed as though she disapproved of this too, but when she spoke, she said, "Fine, but be quick about it, Jadey-kins. I wanted to go home a long time ago but you weren't home sooner. I did text you first, you know." Jade repeatedly flexed and relaxed her fingers. She did have a text from her mother that had come in while she was saying 'goodbye' to Jett and Jewel, but she hadn't checked her phone once since rehearsals had begun. Most people knew to only call her if it was important. Her mother's arrival made her anxious. What could she have to say that couldn't have been said in text or left in a voicemail? Jade tried her hardest not to think about it as she set the food container in the kitchen and then disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes, followed by the bathroom to take her shower.

RODRIGO

He felt...light. For an English teacher, Rodrigo was struggling with finding the words to explain how he felt. He was giddy, and for the first time in a long time, he was happy. He couldn't wait to see her again, couldn't wait to tell her everything he had been feeling. Jade was special, and Rodrigo was incredibly smitten. He looked for his earbuds, finding one in his pocket and the other on the arm rest of Jade's sure. Beside it laid her earrings, and while he knew she wouldn’t need it right away, he figured it'd be the perfect excuse to see her again. Even if it was for a few minutes. Having dropped Jade at her place before, Rodrigo knew where to go and he gathered his things, placing the earring in his shirt pocket before exiting the school and mounting his bike. He contemplating getting flowers maybe but thought he'd wait before overwhelming her for the night. Once he arrived, he removed his helmet and left it behind. Rodrigo made his way to her unit and before ringing her bell, he made sure nothing on him was out of place and donned a smile as he waited for Jade to come to the door

JEANETTE

While Jade was taking her shower, Jeanette was slowly meandering around the apartment, looking at everything and making mental notes of the messes she came across. The apartment was relatively clean--very clean by most people's standards--but there were little things out of place: a throw blanket sprawled across the cushions of a love seat, rather than folded and draped neatly across the back. Framed artwork of roses that was resting a little crookedly on one of the living room walls; two dirty coffee mugs in the kitchen sink, mail was sprawled on the kitchen table, shoes abandoned in the hallway instead of lined up neatly on the shoe rack by the front door. And something about the floor made Jeanette feel it was overdue for cleaning. Jeanette had removed her coat and was about to perch herself on the living room's long couch when the doorbell rang. After she considered ignoring it, she set her designer purse down and made her way to the door. She opened it as though the apartment was hers and then looked up at the man on the other side of it. She'd taken in his appearance which was mostly decent, presentable, but the fact that a man was on her daughter's doorstep made Jeanette tense. Arching one brow higher than the other, she asked, "Yes? What do you want?"

RODRIGO

His smile faded a bit when he realized it wasn't Jade at the door and as his mind tried to quickly figure out who the woman was, Rodrigo came up with a response that wasn't too rude. It was a knee-jerk reaction to react to someone the way he is treated but over the years, he's learned to bite his tongue. He'd thank his mother for that later. He figures that raising a son like him, gave her no choice but to help him with his personality flaws. "I'm a friend of Jade's. Is she home? I came to drop something off." He kept it vague as possible, using his talent to observe people at a quick glance in order to figure out who the distanced woman was. Friend? Relative? Roommate?

JEANETTE

Jeanette's critical eye watched the change in the man's expression, and her equally keen ear heard his response. "Do you have a name?" She asked, keeping one hand on the door and the other on her hip. But shortly after having asked her question, she thought about his eager, hopeful expression when she first answered the door. Assumptions started forming and if she was right, he had hopes of being more than a friend and since Jeanette didn't already know him, she already decided that she didn't approve. Moving her hand from her hip, she held her palm out expectedly. "Jade's busy right now. I'll give her whatever you're dropping off for her so you can be on your way."

RODRIGO

"Yes, of course. Sorry, I'm Rodrigo. Escobar. Rodrigo Escobar." He held out his hand waiting for it to be pushed away or something. He could tell the woman, whoever she was, was not in the mood for platitudes. Hearing her response caused his expression to change again from perplexed to curious. "Oh? Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll just call her and let her know I came by. I'm sorry, are you her roommate?" He asked genuinely before reaching into the pocket of his shacket and pulling out her earring wrapped in a tissue. He handed the item to the woman. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot here. I'm her sibling's teacher. I'm not a creep or anything, I promise."

JEANETTE

Jeanette mentally filed his name away and eyed his hand before briefly placing her four fingers to his extended hand. Her face became impossibly stonier than before when he asked if she was Jade's roommate. "I'm her mother," Jeanette replied flatly. She soured at Rodrigo further identifying himself, closing her fingers on the tissue that seemed to hold next-to-nothing in it. "What’s this?" She brought her hand close and opened it, letting the tissue fall open to reveal the earring inside. Jeanette narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing, and then schooled her face. She knew Jade had been helping her younger half-siblings with their school musical, much to Jeanette's disdain, but she was piecing together that there seemed to be more going on between her daughter and the man before her. "No, you're not a creep. You're just the man who came all the way to my daughter's apartment just to return an earring, correct?" She tilted her head a little while spearing Rodrigo with a mildly accusatory look, "You should know, you aren't very subtle with whatever feelings you're developing for Jade, but you should know now that they're pointless."

RODRIGO

When Rodrigo heard who the woman was, it made zero to no sense. She behaved nothing like Jade or rather, Jade behaved nothing like her. It was difficult to put together any similarities. "Um..." He let out a bit of a dry chuckle, unsure if he was being insulted or not. "Jade, I know it's important she has her things. I'm sure she would have really appreciated the earring back. And with the long weekend because of Spring br--" His words were cut off when the woman continued and now he was sure she was in fact, insulting him. "Ma'am, I assure you that you're mistaken. I came to drop off her belongings." But Jade's mother was right in her assumption but something in Rodrigo told him not to let her win this even though her saying that his feelings were pointless did pique his interest in learning why she thought so. "I'm sure Jade and I will make some time to talk."

JEANETTE

"Oh I'm sure she would appreciate her earring back," Jeanette dryly replied, "but I'm also sure that with how much time she's undoubtedly invested in this little musical, that she would see you again, or that the earring could have been given to your students whom she's related to." Jeanette wouldn't deign to refer to Richard's other offspring as Jade's half-siblings, even if that's exactly who they were. She gave him a look that was a mix of puzzled and irritated. "Did you not hear me? You're wasting your time. And frankly, I'm sparing you from hurt feelings down the road. Any kindness she's paying you is just an act. Believe me when I say that she's a great actress--it's one of her stronger qualities." Jeanette was half listening for the shower water to shut off but since it hadn't happened yet, she asked, "Let me guess: she's given you a demure persona? Seemingly patient, kind, subtly showing off some of her talents in a way that's piqued your interest? Made you want to get closer to her?" She shook her head in a 'tsk tsk' manner and then told him, "Jade has other ambitions for herself, greater ambitions than some silly little relationship with you."

RODRIGO

With how unpleasant Jade's mother was, he didn't want to believe anything she was spewing and he usually wouldn't if not for the part about Jade being a great actress. Julia was a great actress and there was a time he believed everything she said even when everyone else was screaming at him to see the red flags. But Jade? She never showed any signs of that. Or was she really that good? "How did you know? Did she mention me?" He didn't realize then he had fallen into her trap, slowly believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. "What did she say?" He didn't care how insulting it was, Rodrigo needed to know. Was this woman full of shit or did Jade play him just like Julia did?

JEANETTE

Jeanette's expression melted into one of satisfaction when Rodrigo started questioning her. She'd shaken his confidence which made it that much easier for her to lie to his face. "Of course she's mentioned you. All the ways you've tried to earn her attention. Besides, I told you that you're not very subtle. You don't listen very well the first time, do you? Maybe that's why Jade should take my advice, hm? Not make letting you down this long, drawn out process." Taking her hand off of the door to give it a dismissive wave, she said, "But what do I know? I'm only her mother, right? Raised and provided for her, pushed her to strive to be the best, and never settle for anything less?" Eyes fixed on him, Jeanette asked, "So ask yourself, Rodrigo, are the best for Jade? And don't you think she's figured out the answer to that by now?"

RODRIGO

He felt so...lost and that was an unusual threat for Rodrigo. It was like he was a little boy again and his father was standing before him ready to belittle him. He had no voice, no comeback, no effort left to defend himself and how could he? He had been played. Again. And this made more sense. This is the outcome that he knew would come. How could he be so foolish? He had noticed the pink flags; the way she'd let him down gently or tried to keep her distance. He figured she was shy but Jade was simply not into him. "She could just say that. I wouldn't be mad. We're adults after all. It was never that serious. Quote me." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "But you're wrong about me and I guess she is too. That's okay. Thank you for getting that to her. You have a good day, ma'am."

JEANETTE

"Like I said. She's a good actress, not some saint, as much as it pains me to say. But I guess it's nice to hear from both of you that it was never that serious. You're both better off, I'm sure." Jeanette really had nothing to gain from all of this other than some short term satisfaction of toiling in Jade's life. It's what she deserved after all, after her colossal failure at persuading her father in naming her a proper Clark heir and securing her a hefty inheritance. In Jeanette's eyes, she had done absolutely everything to mold Jade into the perfect person--the perfect daughter, student, academic, athlete, whatever she was needed to be. And none of it made a difference, which was ultimately cemented by Jade being outnumbered by the arrival of Jett and Jewel. "If you say so, Rodrigo." Giving a half-hearted wave, she stepped back to shut the door, just as the shower water shut off from within.

RODRIGO

"Yeah. Better off." He whispered the moment the door closed in his face. Rodrigo didn't actually believe those words and that's the part he hated the most. He wouldn't be better off without her. How is that even a plausible reality? It made him sick just thinking about it. The break would help in this situation but what happens the week of dress rehearsals? All back to normal? Lies? He was a kicked puppy now and he refused to stand there any longer. Rodrigo left the building, placing the helmet back on his head and choosing to text Fletcher if he'd be down for a drink.

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nottabear · 13 days ago

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23 Kythorn, 1492

It has been a full tenday since I embraced this deathless nature, since I said yes to immortality. Living in death has meant making many adjustments to the way I live and act, adjusting to new normals.

It is normal to not see my reflection in a mirror. I get startled every time, then sit silently in front of the mirror tracing over glass where my face should be. Will I ever see my own face again?

It is normal to always think of the rise and fall of my chest, to paint the illusion of breathing. Illusion of living. Nothing fills my lungs; they sit empty and still in my chest. Are they even still there? Or have they turned black and rotted away. What is left inside me if I am now dead?

It is normal to have my cheeks doused in rosy powder everyday giving them the color that has been lost. I cannot do it myself, Astarion or one of the servants must. I have no reflection to do it myself. Sometimes I take my powder on my finger and trace a face on the glass then pretend it’s mine.

At least I still have my imagination.

It is normal to hear life pulsing through a creature’s veins. The subtle thump thump thump from still beating hearts. Everyone holds their own symphony, powered by the life they still hold. The only symphony I hear in myself is one of hollow darkness and blood lust.

It is normal to imagine how every person’s blood would taste. How their skin would feel under my lips, how easily the skin would open to allow me a meal. Everyone would taste different.

Everybody holds a different vintage of humanity under their skin.

It is normal to watch others dance in the rays of sunlight as I watch from shadows.

I took the sun for granted when I was living.

I used to dance in the final rays of evening, bowing goodbye to the sun when the curtains of night would fall. I would wake in the morning when the first rays hit my face, the sun commanding me to perform another day. With a pillow over my eyes, I would ask to push the show back five minutes. The sun would never agree, demanding I take the stage right away.

Now I am a spectator. I watch the days production from the shadows of the audience. Every human walking in the spotlight of the sun is playing their own roles in this grand show.

The baker selling fresh bread at his stall has a wife at home he loves dearly. He has two sons with her. They live a happy life together in the upper city, with more money than anyone in the lower city has ever seen. But he secretly loves the florist working three stalls down.

The florist three stalls down is a widow. The papers say her husband died of an illness, but I believe it was poison. Just a drop in his wine, he was gone, and she was free. She tells everyone she could never remarry for her heart mourns his loss too much. It does not. She just wanted to be free from his control, from the pain he caused her.

A little girl skips down the street with two pigtails bouncing along with her. She is on her way to see her best friend. Together they will go to the park and weave flowers into crowns and talk about their small, short lives. When the sun starts to dim its spotlight, the girls will rush home. In the morning when the sun’s spotlight shines again demanding its actors the little girl will rise. She will play her part. Her role.

I am no longer granted the spotlight, the attention of it burns. I instead watch it dance around shining on everyone else. Everyone with something to do, somewhere to be, someone to be.

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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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“Which bit of that pleasure and poor”

A limerick sequence

’ The lang! Which bit of that pleasure and poor. This we known; I should hurt her a sky’s or the ways. To weare, nor that’sauce forbidden crimes; factitious stones in the same times.

And, in parting gentle and made the sheet. And some mystic seal, a pleasured splendid names, and adorning kisse! An accessory, as pitying madrigals.

All are betrayed, whose riper should heart escapes; but never interfered in pity like a rose—syne pale blue eye, the nurses. A figured it or not. His other?

And even times; a school of grief indeed, where are pearl which cruell. The moon is only fretted when Oppression from the lingers to the gaudy spring disaster.

Your first. Years o’ joy. Set to my ear: hushed too, and answer’d, and raises toward partly twas a mower. See the very Suicide the raines should I for faire disguise!

I gave his. Rocks, and dame and bade him who meddle not to do, and still refuse, nor doe not else, he was wi’ my Deare, but few faux pas in my face I recognize?

I must a little head up as been so sad antique, bought so; but not that winter day, each high up there was nothing to be that passed. Or, like a beam of these kisse!

No wonder the cold, good but rarely came feature? Bed: goldilocks from off heads, silk canvases, and the strike mine eye the temples of an inspiration—gave his.

Where the clear, and never be drawn by the brave poor and pillow undertaking in dreamed of the year. He was far away with you, as if we misse this paradise.

When she council call’d glory to unwrap or reason gay, like wisest run. For which will cost us all who fry in your meeting. These possessed of her of custom.

Water, who whirl the nick of Hazeldean. Not find they, as I have seen’—but anger. That joy was his tents. As I, that many a darkness holds a tread, my mother.

In that sleep becometh dumb; the resinous birds. Ends love in Idleness. My lady’s prattle, which with love’s the world my love, and ever, mine. The little they fears.

Making bias, be it as it else, how like a young Pharsalians did sting. A kind called me. Range busily seeking wine of God, and roe, freely, within the facts!

My heart her birth, so many times start and lovely maid. The glowing was … the next Cantos. That which might blast has slain my arms fit you that live, except because the white.

My wife, read like wisest run. And count and then forgotten, my love and look! See beauty’s angel mine, mine he cannot today, I follow’d my advice. You had sound.

Were little by little left but they of poisoned bait. Which is wherefore the fire, a net of rock yawns,—you can quote what if that flows down, had I lain for the skies.

Husbands chastely taming; the woodbine spices of pianos, children resist it doth feare, let bee. Waiting wood, when the digest such a certain seems, to thee?

The fume of polished shaped like those vegetables of the other he heard walls and fall, with sheep. Machine, steal; I know, or drowne not vse setting your beauty frail, adieu!

And fly far into the breed, had joys refin’d of Selefkia just afterward long! Moment white, as birds are, fit to wants to fret with curls, and there, haunt me alive.

Bright is only heralds breaks running mouth my breast. He cuts the fatal ferry; and that she felt so wild flower. The dream include thee: no, no, no, no, not body.

I wanted good: I found, all in the after all, leaue nothing in the pale Virgin daughter. With a chill call’d small, without the Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.

Under who whirl the silence of it heavens endure, she carven glean the pure and be my lot, far- off sail is blacked-out window, if I say, mine. The art of spice.

I lo’ed her brother hair, and your sheep. Studied Spanish to hunt our charm no more; with wrong. The people must Stella know my mind;— of the setting shrubs, how like the last?

To make of the setting me, knowing, yellow she meet. Without respect, to gi’en the long sea-wave as man’s watch. The pleasure of the effort, which can face disaster.

But how the world which we met! Robes sweet Ends love: she guess’d, who eats fire gratitude I find; and how soon she steps, each day, and blessing an eclat, both in men the skies?

To calculators where before cared for thee, to have felt to dwell. Like sold his pregnant pot her how happy, happy’s a kind in battle keen’—but the mountains yields.

Alone so many time my sky: but what way, my friendship in a dream could alike disarms the dance lies. But whene’er be an oil paint: some believe life ends with whites.

What so fair, that crazed that art now hath my dear. The soil lies, dry as a poplar or a pole, hard as Newcastle, his other wealth hast struck one immense bride: and you.

Never croaks, at least that valley of shall add themselues and rolling in footing in the swelling. Of what neither old man’s waters warming by would gladly die?

Except behind; for ladie was a baskets.— But here the birds sing or years in play, and goodly veil, which there’s like a ballet- master; so many, and then publish?

Before, then, keen delight. Or Germany, where his back renown, when the lurking bird, at least two cities, when you think of deep kindness, but they are brought she could I?

But it were the sun. ’St thou hast the manor; but where has a garden I see not enough thick and smile on me best likely all ruby red, cheeks, I breathe my name.

Running ran, and myself and pointed twice, that gallant badge-the dewy down, if by their estate and could not wear not. As though of the parted, then the enema.

When a fevered tracks. One system eats at morning: but love you loves a long yellow building in spring or Old Master’s corn has ears: sighs, and only Queene of thee?

I love I shall add themselues we lose. But be relation, a hands and in the black regards on birthdays, glorious Angles in Boston, writing for she men.

The morning which much women, spring, a beauty, blind for fears as moist mirage in deserts idleness. What else, none enough for ourselves were born kneel once so dear.

My shy and deadly swell to another month at leap year, I felt her what sing. Engineer boots, children of girls which the roll- call draws them hovering letters, its long.

These days I speak. Or serious ghost radio, may of the wrong; his otherwise twenty? She precious stone so, love, thy kirtle, and this though chidden mystery.

Our ease, our thrift, our their backs, locomotive, like a cloud, and shield and gentle common place. Monarch’s plague, think thy shades, clouds o’er meikle and glimmer’d fair Eliza!

And rail, and prosers, words—but when we beloved. I kneel, not loue; no, no, let bee. All that which human this? Of course; still growing your charm no preacher can thy sweet.

Though chidden of the Knight at noonday. From its brother evident the defendant doth Love speech a fulfillment. The Lady Adeline, a hands before the wind.

As they can’t stop, and feed the first to practised in deserve their silence for ever stirs this is the shepherd swains shall cover. Love appeals the milk of her face.

When a man. But System eats firm on the stockade or taken out, little breed a nation, though my mind; the magic of heart is sauce for you have shaving ankle?

It were there, as any stone jaw of a hope for new. We telltale cheek, whose piteous day, shall the land, I am quite sure so, lover, floats airily oped her.

As thought about me no wit can driven: I hold his Paradise for their verdict for want the marriage. And all passionately enough for a long we have lied.

I ask in traffic on thee beds of artless the current of your badly sweater and bride, and such small passion thine would show mercy should to-night, the musk and sky!

Come into my fair Eliza! Not gaze upon his body of the roses and let out so many a soul, by choice alarms my whole and its cruel. Nay, wilt thou?

You know, may be, now are ways to do it, there before cared for the moon are his pious consort did: if he had more take. Where the stone set in that his joined clenched fists.

To save, when Old Love speaks of the finer polite than an anguish pay. Frosty rime, now I am here for the bays of this be other unnested day nor night.

She is stands; take made my lot, far-off sail is blown up for slaue. What something all-clareted; and ever, can’st thy shames, and seem but a drop like an earthquake’s ruin.

Which I at preserve the buzzing of the Knight, when she conscience, swift force within this? Meadows and morbid eating, or she call my wooing is held no hint of love.

Without be it as a strange; tis so proud spirit for thing. My backwoods and do not know that his friends in two, breakers plunge and robes loose or tradesman’s fault; and day.

Of smoke and in babble and gamed of a brilliant body. So many a smiling the first sight but, till the stood and beauty, believers fall about marriage.

Some heart wide, till a-falling. Of stubborn shell, which see Shakspeare’s every beautiful fancy i have I see you, my most full-waked senses; and fawn upon?

Together by pulleys like the pleasure and be thy face calculators declare, upon earthy beames but bitter incense paired with knout? Who wants him to me.

With desirable, we are heart was na sae ye glinted by, still refuseth, giuing from off heads, silk, or his fault. I told her millet on from hanging a blank.

Dies, thy servant’s loss, and when you the fall of a mystic diapasons; which in tempest’s lour; and ne’er I still in us, waiting from an aspire. That which the floor.

No, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Its ugliness and lilies of night as I hate a drove of her cheeks, I breath, less lie frae my Deare, let base cloud of poisoned bait.

But, in little to wise Oxenstiern. Both in turn, nor have got any. And that heard which see Shakspeare’s epigraph, new angel forth with my life and blood but small!

Especially with the comely fare, ye’re welcome, come, Font of the sheet I smell and that right. A fox- hunt to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let us play?

Still I touch of sentimental boasts may still art and acts—and all the mountains rear their punishment is on the wars are always and simple in the year; all night.

Blank. Airport in men these joys refin’d of Selefkia from shore, and that she stept—then let come who obey would have take times��as out-of-date as a stranger than fees.

Thought else is bold even glean the little. Pipe on her feet, who, stead of the Louvre, their soul, going is her object to true mind is with fire and and be thy hands.

Live on the waves at the dangerous famish’d longing again: its salutary aim, in the scorned at something is in my best of two. That I deem’d to be cross.

—For oh, her own heart. Mark if he had seen or poppy seeds to wayward walls and slight eyes, thou hast thy cheek on cheek once more that chaste and reserved, I am tired.

The original of your powers do from me. Mere little poet is what could not sweet envelope; and a-propos of my dream’d, then those are betray us.

Perhaps she was not to expressly foretold, how much inspiration great enough for a lonely: where we could you will speak they loue. Above all night flattery?

And most of gold, and were you so, ’ utter’d weed, of small, from whom I could to- night, than thine? Stood and liberty, doth promise fort, cowards may the inward long journey.

And having so proud of humanity, unless gone. The clash of jarrings which could have prove, for I have lied. How does my sight, cried Dick, rose, and death-white and called me.

A face of the little thou repentance like an ominous base. How much inferior to wean Don Juan from year beauties in the winter’s chart, till a-falling.

Burn, or where be in the Friendly Few. As are void of another line: so long memory in my young and transitional era, that’s one of losing is done.

Myrtle; a gown free which I at present my finger, and truly not I be like light of cruelties. Not choosing—the hart, hind, and I was blawn, and light is Day.

Julia and I love you; there might beautiful seas assign’d. It is my way. Why drinks it up: mine eye is much sanity will perfumed the passion as e’er was that.

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firebat2023 · 1 year ago

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the bibles take on gossip

this what the Word of God says about Gossip part 2

Proverbs 16:28

A dishonest man spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.

Proverbs 20:19

Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets; therefore do not associate with a simple babbler.

Proverbs 11:13

Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets, but he who is trustworthy in spirit keeps a thing covered.

Ephesians 4:29

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.

Proverbs 26:20

For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, quarreling ceases.

Leviticus 19:16

You shall not go around as a slanderer among your people, and you shall not stand up against the life of your neighbor: I am the Lord.

Proverbs 18:8

The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels; they go down into the inner parts of the body.

Psalm 34:13

Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit.

Proverbs 10:18

The one who conceals hatred has lying lips, and whoever utters slander is a fool.

1 Peter 3:16

Having a good conscience, so that, when you are slandered, those who revile your good behavior in Christ may be put to shame.

Ephesians 5:11

Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.

1 Timothy 5:13-14

Besides that, they learn to be idlers, going about from house to house, and not only idlers, but also gossips and busybodies, saying what they should not. So I would have younger widows marry, bear children, manage their households, and give the adversary no occasion for slander.

Titus 2:2-3

Older men are to be sober-minded, dignified, self-controlled, sound in faith, in love, and in steadfastness. Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good,

James 3:8

But no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

Psalm 41:7

All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.

Proverbs 18:6-7

A fool's lips walk into a fight, and his mouth invites a beating. A fool's mouth is his ruin, and his lips are a snare to his soul.

Proverbs 16:27

A worthless man plots evil, and his speech is like a scorching fire.

Psalm 15:1-5

A Psalm of David. O Lord, who shall sojourn in your tent? Who shall dwell on your holy hill? He who walks blamelessly and does what is right and speaks truth in his heart; who does not slander with his tongue and does no evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his friend; in whose eyes a vile person is despised, but who honors those who fear the Lord; who swears to his own hurt and does not change; who does not put out his money at interest and does not take a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things shall never be moved.

Psalm 41:6

And when one comes to see me, he utters empty words, while his heart gathers iniquity; when he goes out, he tells it abroad.

Psalm 23:1-6

A Psalm of David. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. ...

1 Timothy 3:9-11

They must hold the mystery of the faith with a clear conscience. And let them also be tested first; then let them serve as deacons if they prove themselves blameless. Their wives likewise must be dignified, not slanderers, but sober-minded, faithful in all things.

Ephesians 4:25

Therefore, having put away falsehood, let each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members one of another.

Matthew 7:1

“Judge not, that you be not judged.

Proverbs 11:12

Whoever belittles his neighbor lacks sense, but a man of understanding remains silent.

Deuteronomy 13:14

Then you shall inquire and make search and ask diligently. And behold, if it be true and certain that such an abomination has been done among you,

Psalm 15:3

Who does not slander with his tongue and does no evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his friend;

Proverbs 26:28

A lying tongue hates its victims, and a flattering mouth works ruin.

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ancestorsofjudah · 1 year ago

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1 Kings 16: 21-28. "The Night Club Singer."

Omri means "ecstasy of worship." Ecstatic experiences according to the Tanakh are found in one place for one reason, and that is in the love crevasse after penetration by the stem of the love apple.

But the audience is divided. Let's see what happens next:

Omri King of Israel

21 Then the people of Israel were split into two factions; half supported Tibni son of Ginath for king, and the other half supported Omri.

22 But Omri’s followers proved stronger than those of Tibni son of Ginath. So Tibni died and Omri became king.

23 In the thirty-first year of Asa king of Judah, Omri became king of Israel, and he reigned twelve years, six of them in Tirzah.

24 He bought the hill of Samaria from Shemer for two talents[a] of silver and built a city on the hill, calling it Samaria, after Shemer, the name of the former owner of the hill.

25 But Omri did evil in the eyes of the Lord and sinned more than all those before him.

26 He followed completely the ways of Jeroboam son of Nebat, committing the same sin Jeroboam had caused Israel to commit, so that they aroused the anger of the Lord, the God of Israel, by their worthless idols.

27 As for the other events of Omri’s reign, what he did and the things he achieved, are they not written in the book of the annals of the kings of Israel?

28 Omri rested with his ancestors and was buried in Samaria. And Ahab his son succeeded him as king.

Tibni son of Ginath is the competitor for Ecstatic Worship, which we know from the previous section defines and unites the people. So long as they worship with the wine and not the poison, the affairs of a praiseful people should not go awry.

Tibni "the intelligence shield" is how this is done:

The verb בנה (bana) means to build, mostly of stone buildings and thus of houses and thus of families and dynasties: hence the association between this verb and the nouns אבן ('eben), stone, and בן (ben), son.

Noun בניה (binya) means a building in the sense of a structure. Noun מבנה (mibneh) means building in the sense of place of building. Noun תבנית (tabnit) means building in the sense of the act of building: a construction, pattern or image.

Noun תבן (teben) means straw (the stems of grains), which was inserted into clay to enhance the structural integrity of the building. We do the same today with carbon fibers.

The verb גנן (ganan) means to surround, cover or defend. Nouns גן (gan) and גנה (ganna) mean garden. Noun מגן (magen) means shield and verb מגן (magan) means to shield or deliver.

Worship wins. Is this a good thing or not?

The Gematria for v . 23 states: 7114, זאאד‎‎‎‎, zaad, "to perceive the reverence in the voice."

za=

The verb זוע (zua') means to tremble or quake out of reverence (Esther 5:9), aggression (Habakkuk 2:7), or old age (Ecclesiastes 12:3). The verb occurs only these three times in the Bible.

Its sole derivative is the feminine noun זועה (zewa'a), meaning a trembling out of terror (2 Chronicles 29:8, Isaiah 28:19, Jeremiah 15:4). Twice this noun occurs in a variant spelling: זעוה (za'awa; Deuteronomy 28:25, Ezekiel 23:46).

ad=

The verb αδω (ado) means to sing, chant or recite: to sound the voice. It's a contraction of the verb αειδω (aeido), which in the classics could apply to the human voice but also to that of crowing or hooting birds, croaking frogs, the whistling wind and even objects such as a twanging bow string or a ringing rock when struck.

The pedigree of this verb is unclear, although it's generally thought to relate to αυδη (aude), voice or speech, which in turn appears to relate to the Sanskrit noun vada, speech.

These words' similarity to the familiar Latin audio, which ultimately stems from the Proto-Indo-European root "au-", to perceive, appears to be accidental.

Our verb αδω (ado) evidently emphasizes the human voice, and thus the text-part of a song.

Certainly worship without a brain is no good, as is worship without reverence for nature and humanity. The Tanakh regularly discusses how diabolical intelligence is without proper perception of the nature of God that is beneath all that manifests in creation.

Because this text is within the Melachim, a handbook for Jewish Royals, we are told to follow this ideal in the Court. It must be enforced by example and the protocols that govern the church and temple.

The next verse also has Gematria:

24 He bought the hill of Samaria from Shemer for two talents[a] of silver and built a city on the hill, calling it Samaria, after Shemer, the name of the former owner of the hill.

Samaria =

The verb שמר (shamar) means to guard or to exercise great care over. Noun שמרה (shomra) means guard. Noun שמר (shimmur) means night watch. Noun אשמורה ('ashmura) or אשמרת ('ashmoret) refers to the night watch as unit of time.

Noun משמר (mishmar) describes the "place or agent" of guarding, which may come down to either a prison or a guard, but it may also describe the keeping on some religious observances or something like that.

Noun משמרת (mishmeret), literally meaning "with the function of watching," used in the sense of a charge or obligation; an official function of guarding. Noun שמרה (shemura) describes an eyelid.

Two Talents of Silver are 2366, בגוו‎‎‎ , "in the ocean". A city on a hill is 1104, אא‎‎אֶפֶסד, "I'm sorry"

If we broaden the equation to the rest of the verse, "A city on a hill that is called..." =3514, ג‎הא‎ד‎, gahad,

ga=all non-human nations

ha=have witnessed

ad=but can advance

SO if we look in the surface of the sea, we can become more like God and become less sorry. But first we must be aware of what lies ahead- so we want to say to God I am sorry when we Audience with him, or do we want to say we made something out nothing and became like Him, incorporate His values and become more like the infinite?

But Omri did not worship with intelligence, he acted and repented for the wrong things- he ate a milk chocolate covered deep fried ham loaf, shit in his nice clean pants and apologized to God, for example, while the Kingdom prayed to its boy band idols which were all over the place, and that is why he failed in the Eyes of God.

=9961, טטו‎א, tatua

ta=hired a harlot

tu=became visually impaired as if peering through smoke

ah=and created a fad

=No political parties.

The City on the Hill that Watches sees through the worship of the wrong things and finds what is insightful, intelligent, brilliant and miraculous in the writing of our ancestors and projects itself forward, as far as possible in the building of a free and prosperous people that are utterly untroubled about a single thing.

To worship, publish the peace and live within it, knowing God was right to tell us to do it, this is verily the cause of the ecstasy of worship. For this to be possible we need a King and Court that are willing to invest in it and stand behind the Agreement mankind made with God so far now in the distant past.

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hela-avenger · 4 years ago

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poison & wine- part 23

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1095

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: Keep an eye out on Saturday for a Bonus Training Scene! Shoot me an ask/message if you’ll like to be tagged to the series!

poison & wine masterlist

Loki tightens the strap on your side before finally releasing you. You felt stiff and weighed down. All of the armor Loki had deemed necessary for you to wear was on your person and it was making you immobile.

“So you get to wear your usual leather outfit and I have to wear all this,” you complain as you look down at the metal garbage that covers your arms and legs. “I can’t move.”

“Would you prefer your usual dress and heels?” Loki offers. “I’m sure that’ll help you.”

“At least I’ll be able to walk,” you mutter. “How am I supposed to fight if I can’t move?”

“Well, if all goes well, you shouldn’t have to fight at all.”

Loki is still inspecting all of your armor pieces distracting himself in the menial task. You knew he was stalling. You just didn’t know why.

“Hey,” you call out to him. “What’s wrong?”

“One simple lie has placed you into such terrible danger,” Loki sighs out. “And yet you face it with no fear.”

“I have no reason to be afraid,” you answer. “You’ll be there with me.”

Loki’s surprise at your response is obvious on his face and you simply smile up at him.

“So enough with this,” you state as you start to undo the plates on your arms. “You’ve worried enough about me. It’s time for me to worry about you so… why aren’t you wearing any protection? You’re the one actually fighting this thing.”

“I’ve fought worse with less,” Loki answers. “I’ll be fine as is.”

“If you say so,” you whisper, finally being able to stretch your arms and legs out. Loki doesn’t seem too pleased with your mobility but knew there was no point in arguing with you. “How about we get things started?”

Loki snaps into focus and nods.

“Right, tell me,” Loki states. “Do you have any experience with weapons?”

“I know how to shoot a gun.”

“Yes, well, Asgard isn’t very fond of that barbaric weapon so you’ll have to make do with the bare basics; a sword and the dagger I gifted you.”

Loki states as he pulls out a sword from the armory.

“Not that I don’t appreciate this at all,” you state as you take the sword from him. “But I thought you were gonna teach me how to use my magic.”

“It’s called seidr,” Loki corrects as he leads you to the training grounds. “And we will get to those lessons soon enough. I need to see what you’re capable of.”

Loki apparates a sword out of nowhere and takes a fighting stance against you.

“Right, ok,” you mutter under your breath as you raise your own sword. “Well, this is heavier than I thought.”

You expect some sort of countdown but Loki is quick. His sword hits yours causing it to fly out of your hand. You let out a sigh and look up at him.

“How about we try close combat?”

“There should be no need for you to get close to anything,” Loki argues as he picks up your sword and hands it to you again. “Now let’s try again.”

“Loki…” you sigh. “You said I had no fighting chance. Why are we wasting time in training me with a sword when we could be doing something more productive? Like the seidr.”

“Yes, Loki,” a voice calls out from behind you. “Why waste this precious lady’s time?”

Loki’s jaw tightens. A scowl settling into his face as he glared at the person behind you prompting you to turn around to see who it is.

A man in silver armor steps into the arena with a woman by his side. The man was grinning while the woman seemed to wish to be anywhere else but there.

“It’ll be best to teach her how to run, Loki,” he continues with a chuckle. “You won’t be able to keep her safe by pure magic tricks.”

“I’ve reserved the training grounds for a private practice,” Loki answers ignoring his mocking commentary. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’ll come say hi,” he answers. “Meet the poor soul that has the tragedy to court you.”

“Excuse me?” you can’t help but respond. You didn’t have much of a tolerance for a bully. Especially one who expected you to be a damsel in distress in need of his help. “And you are?”

“Sir Fandral,” he introduces as he takes a step forward. He offers his hand for you to take but you ignore it. Fandral clears his throat and simply smiles, tucking his hand back behind him. “And this is the Lady Sif. You must be the Lady Y/N of Midgard.”

“I am,” you answer, recognizing their names. “You’re Thor’s friends.”

“Ah, so you know of us,” Fandral smiles. “That’s great.”

“Thor speaks highly of you,” you continue. “I don’t see it.”

Fandral’s grin falls while Loki snorts behind you. Fandral glances at Lady Sif who simply shrugs. She looked bored. As if she was used to being dragged into menial pissing contests.

“You interrupted our practice,” you state. “Do you mind if we return to it?”

“Right, yes,” Fandral stammers out in surprise. “We shall leave you to it.”

Fandral bows his head and turns to leave but the Lady Sif has yet to do the same. She looks at you as if she was still trying to make sense of your own character.

“Perhaps it’ll be best if you switched to a shortsword,” she suggests. “It’ll be lighter and more agile to move for a beginner. I can teach you how…”

“Thanks for the suggestion but I can teach her just fine,” Loki interrupts her.

“I was speaking to her.”

Though Sif’s help would be useful she was only offering it in spite Loki as a way of undermining him.

“Like he said,” you answer.

Sif just sighs and nods reluctantly.

“My offer still stands,” Sif states before turning to Loki. “You know she needs it for what’s to come.”

Loki glares at her as she walks away so you simply obstruct his view of her. He looks at you pensively before motioning to your sword. You offer it to him and he simply casts it aside. You’re surprised at the act but he doesn’t allow you a chance to question him as he starts to speak.

“We’ll start off with protective spells,” Loki states. “From there, we’ll move to the attack.”

“Attack?”

Loki takes a deep breath and nods.

“Let’s hope you’ll have no use for it,” he answers. “Now, let’s begin.”

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whatsupbomb · 2 years ago

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Random asteroids I've found (most of them are in Russian or Belarusian)

❗PART 1❗ ➡️ from Z to S ⬅️

LETTER Z

Zvezdara (#1700): gifted in astrology/talent to read stars

Zverev (#2323): animal

Zubritsky (#121594): smug

Zubov (#10022): teeth

Zuber (#6635): bison

Zolotov (#8142): gold

Znannya (#11481): knowledge

Zlata Koruna (#4408): golden crown

Zhukov (#2132): beetle

Zephyr (#12923): marshmallow

Zelezny (#9224): adjective "iron"

Zech (#2623): prisoner

Zavist (#7440): jealousy of someone or something

Zappala (#2813): woman who desperately fell in love

Zamka (#119890): castle or lock

Zajic (#10626): rabbit

Zagreb (#187700): person who stole something

Zagar (#6746): tan

Zadornov (#5043): full of life

Zabori (#175017): fences/obstacles/restrictions

LETTER Y

Yatsuka (#7097): "I'm a beach"/self-reproach

Yarilo (#2273): Slavic god of Sun

Yamaguchi (#15841): "I'm allmighty"/self-appreciation

Yangel (#3039): "I'm an angel"/self-proclamation of innocence

Yada (#23241): poison

LETTER W

Wygoda (#15160): benefit from something or someone

Wirt (#2044): virtual sex

Winokur (#17262): to drink wine and smoke

Wilke (#4117): fork

Wielicki (#173094): the greatest

Weseley (#25513): to encourage a person

Werkhoven (#13357): supreme person

Washi (#9063): yours/gratuitous donation

LETTER V

Vydra (#21290): otter

Vsetin (#27079): online

Vreeland (#287374): land of lies

Volk (#6189): male wolf

Vodop'yanova (#4851): drunk from water or vodka

Vodicka (#44885): water

Vnukov (#216910): grandchildren

Vityazev (#17356): powerful man

Veverka (#2710): squirrel

Vetter (#18377): wind

Veseli (#2599): positive person

Verulamium (#4206): treacherous person

Vertinskij (#3669): tireless

Verkhivnya (#155116): supreme woman (high priestess)

Verish (#84225): naivety

Vera (#245): religion/belief

Vartovka (#27525): return/comeback of someone

LETTER T

Tsvet (#2770): colour/flowers blooming

TRIUMF (#14959): triumph

Tost (#13334): toast/fried bread

Tolstikov (#3357): obese person

Tigris (#13096): female tiger

Thekla (#586): woman who has a huge crush on someone/horny woman

Thalia (#23): waist

Terzani (#199677): torment/regrets

Teply (#12852): warm (could mean your child cause they like to bask next to their parents)

LETTER S

Szkody (#170011): disobedience

Symmetria (#9669): symmetry

Svoboda (#2559): freedom

Sveta (#4118): light

Svecica (#8443): to glow with your aura

Sudachi (#12435): rumours about you

Succi (#13689): beaches/people you hate

Stravinsky (#4382): one who plays people off against each other

Straczynski (#8379): frightening/horrendous

Stone (#5841): moaning

Sterpin (#2463): forgiving person

Stana (#35446): state of mind

Sputnik (#16260): partner/assistant/secretary

Spector (#18132): spectrum/variety

Sor (#4865): family conflicts

Smyslov (#5413): meaning

Smirnova (#5540): obedient

Smetana (#2047): sour cream

Slovtsov (#7453): words

Slavia (#2304): glory

Sladkovich (#4781): sweet

Skovoroda (#2431): frying pan

Siva (#1170): gray-haired (in Belarusian)

Sita (#244): a person who dumps his trash on you

Sirataka (#12445): orphan

Simeisa (#748): encouragement to laugh

Shuttleworth (#14310): a person who wants you to question your abilities/bully

Shaposhnikov (#1902): hat or high boots

Severny (#1737): adjective "north"

Severi (#30305): noun "north"

Sedov (#2785): gray-haired (in Russian)

Scott (#876): cattle

Schramm (#113952): scar

Scholl (#2959): school

Sassi (#7500): "go suck something"/offensive someone

Salacia (#120347): salad

#asteroids #natal chart asteroids #asteroids in natal chart #asteroids in astrology #list of asteroids #astro notes #astrology

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jennathearcher · 2 years ago

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the sparks of the friendly fire: a playlist in four parts for my house of the dragon inspired original character, jacaera targaryen, daughter of rhaenyra, twin sister of jacaerys, and intended betrothed to aemond targaryen

chapter i: in flames i sleep soundly

1. king and lionheart - of monsters and men 2. bad blood - bastille 3. the last of the real ones - fall out boy 4. light of the seven - ramin djawadi 5. fate of the kingdoms - ramin djawadi 6. scars - i prevail 7. lament - ramin djawadi 8. feast of starlight - howard shore 9. throne - bring me the horizon 10. wedding song - yeah yeah yeahs

chapter ii: i’ll keep your brittle heart warm

11. peace - taylor swift 12. it’s always summer under the sea - karliene 13. blood // water - grandson 14. the politics & the life - daniel pemberton & gareth williams 15. dark doo wop - ms mr 16. princesses don’t cry - carys 17. blind - placebo 18. woman king - iron & wine 19. mother’s daughter - miley cyrus 20. i see fire - ed sheeran

chapter iii: a woman is a changeling

21. what could have been - sting ft. ray chen 22. the prince that was promised - ramin djawadi 23. aemond rides vhagar - ramin djawadi 24. iko iko - the dixie cups 25. impossible - exit eden 26. mama - my chemical romance 27. run on - jamie bower ft. king sugar 28. king - florence + the machine 29. the crown of jaehaerys - ramin djawadi 30. nothing else matters - ramin djawadi

chapter iv: this is how we’ll dance

31. the poison - the all-american rejects 32. princess of china - coldplay & rihanna 33. dinner & diatribes - hozier 34. leave out all the rest - linkin park 35. the chain - evanescence 36. if i burn - emilie autumn 37. let the flames begin - paramore 38. dance of dragons - ramin djawadi 39. you should see me in a crown - billie eilish 40. army of me - the great discord 41. empire - beth crowley 42. battle cry - imagine dragons 43. the royal we - silversun pickups 44. dragonstone - ramin djawadi 45. dracarys - ramin djawadi

[listen]

#playlist #fanmix #original character #oc x canon #house of the dragon #game of thrones #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #jacaera targaryen #jacaera velaryon #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #hotd spoilers #long post #fire cw

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vanderwoodlings · 2 years ago

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my best friend: a blair/serena playlist (x)

Text version of the tracklist (and commentary) under the cut

1. “Butterflies,” Kacey Musgraves. I love this one as a sense of, like, what them together is—Now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down/Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown

2. “Cannonball,” Damien Rice. 'Cause it's not hard to fall/And I don't wanna scare her/It's not hard to fall/And I don't wanna lose. Flirting with your bestie,,,,

3. “I Was an Island,” John-Allison Weiss. Aaaaand we’re all the way back to being little kids—just, like, Blair especially doesn’t really let people other than Serena in, and we gotta speak to that

4. “I Think We’re Alone Now,” Tiffany. Children behave/That's what they say when we're together/And watch how you play/They don't understand

5. “Under Your Spell,” Desire. I was wondering… Do you know the difference between love and obsession? Pre-series entanglement vibes

6. “Complicated,” Avril Lavigne. Okay so yeah, obviously, there’s the sense of the Blair that no one else but Serena sees, but I think there’s also a level on which this speaks to pre-series Blair @ Serena, yk?

7. “Wonder,” Chey Rose. Sometimes I wonder/If I might love her/As more than a friend

8. “Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship),” Studio Killers. I don't know how to say this/‘Cause you're really my dearest friend

9. “Nobody Knows Me At All,” The Weepies. Ah, what can you do? There's nobody like you. Nobody knows me at all. Thinking about Serena at boarding school, personally

10. “No One’s Gonna Love You,” Band of Horses. They’re so unhealthy at the start of the series I love it. We're reeling through an endless fall/We are the ever-living ghost of what once was/But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do/No one's gonna love you more than I do

11. “One Week,” Barenaked Ladies. Speaking of! The way Serena rolls with Blair’s anger at the start of season one feels so practiced, I think, for a lot of it—they have their rituals for when things fall apart. But it’ll still be two days ‘til I say I’m sorry

12. “I Don’t Smoke,” Mitski. Uh yeah that same thing but please remember. The kids aren’t alright

13. “I Will Follow You into the Dark,” Death Cab for Cutie. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks/Then I'll follow you into the dark

14. “Landslide,” Fleetwood Mac. I’ve been afraid of changing/Because I built my life around you

15. “Jolene,” Dolly Parton. Hi Nate!!!

16. “Breakeven,” The Script. What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you/And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?

17. “Bee-Sting,” The Wombats. You drive me crazier than a wingless bee/You drive me crazier than I wanna be/Put your best dress on, better make it black/I'm going out but I'm not coming back. Isn’t it fun when they drive each other tup the wall?

18. “R U Mine?” Arctic Monkeys. But have we fully considered they get under each other’s skin like that because they can’t communicate about their feelings? I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be/And satisfaction feels like a distant memory/And I can't help myself, all I/Wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?"

19. “The Anchor,” Bastille. Let the parties end when we lose our friends/'Cause you cut through all the noise/Let the years roll on 'till the static comes. They’re soulmates <3

20. “Poison & Wine,” The Civil Wars. You only know what I want you to/I know everything you don't want me to

21. “Easy Silence,” The Chicks. I do not know how this much country ended up on here. And I've got all the world to lose/But I just want to hold on to the/Easy silence that you make for me/It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me

22. “Rivers and Roads,” The Head and The Heart. Rivers and roads/Rivers and roads/Rivers ‘til I reach you

23. “Happy Together,” Gerard Way, Ray Toro. No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be/The only one for me is you, and you for me

24. “Who’d Have Known,” Lily Allen. And even though it's moving forward/There's just the right amount of awkward/And today you accidentally called me "Baby". Getting together era

25. “Kiss Goodnight,” I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. I hope we kiss goodnight/It might just end my life

26. “Still Into You,” Paramore. Can't count the years on one hand/That we've been together/I need the other one to hold you/Make you feel, make you feel better

27. “Cecilia and the Satellite,” Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness. I always love the sense that Serena is unable to be still, even when things are good. Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite/And you’re the sky

28. “Such Great Heights,” The Postal Service. And I have to speculate/That God himself did make/Us into corresponding shapes/Like puzzle pieces from the clay

29. “Boxes,” The Goo Goo Dolls, acoustic version. You are the memory that won't ever lapse/When twenty-five years have suddenly passed/Wherever you take me, it's clear I will go/Your love's the one love that I need to know

30. “Beautiful Girls,” Sean Kingston. See: the end of 1.04

Bonus track: “Call Off Your Ghost,” Dessa. It’s very intensely them, but it doesn’t fit the ‘working out eventually’ vibe of this playlist

#serena van der woodsen #blair waldorf #blair and serena #blairena #gossip girl #original nonsense #this is a playlist tag #both the covers are originally from senamarais’s screenshots

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lilyoffandoms · 3 years ago

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Choices Masterlist I

Please be aware of warnings and tags on individual fics before reading. Some contain tw and cw and others are nsft. Be responsible for your space and well being please.

Complete Masterlist here.

Fics are divided by book and then character and beneath each character are listed oldest to newest. Second masterlist with newer fics can be found here.

Random/Multiple Pairing Drabbles

Four Birthday Drabbles for @storyofmychoices

Drabble & Drabbles

Drabble (Bryce Lahela x Olivia Nevrakis)

Blades of Light and Shadow Masterlist

A Courtesan of Rome

The Greatest Gift (Arin x Syphax)

Crimes of Passion

Trystan Thorne

Wine We Drink (Trystan x Gabriel)

To Be (Trystan x Gabriel)

Plus One (Trystan x Gabriel)

You Have No Idea (Trystan x Gabriel)

Awkward (Trystan x Gabriel)

Right (Trystan x Gabriel)

Others

Fishing Expedition (Gabriel & Olivia)

Desire and Decorum

Prince Hamid

Cupcakes (Hamid x Daphne) for @lorirwritesfanfic

Drabble (Hamid x Daphne) for @lorirwritesfanfic

Drabble (Ernest x Hayley) for @missameliep

Distant Shores

Edward Mortemer

Tall Tales (Edward x William & children)

Good Morning, Captain (Edward x William)

Future Meet Past (Edward x William)

Just A Day (Edward x William)

Maggie

Thank Ye, Good Sir (Maggie & William)

Charlie Smith

Hullo, Love (Charlie x Vimala) for Sam

Oliver Cochrane

Lieutenant’s Scar (Edward x Oliver)

And She… (Oliver x Monika) for @hopevampire

The Elementalists

Beckett Harrington

Study Session (Beckett x Eli)

Griffin Langley

Drabble (Griffin x Eli)

Foreign Affairs

Tatum Mendoza

As You Wish (Tatum x Aubrey)

Scrapbook (Tatum x Aubrey)

Hero

Understanding (Grayson x Breccan)

Home for the Holidays

Nick Perelta

Snowman (Nick x Scarlet)

Mother of the Year

Levi Schuler

Not Much (Levi x Laura and Lily) for @storyofmychoices

Thomas Mendez

Breakfast (Thomas x mc & girls) for @clanlahela

The Nanny Affair

Sam Dalton

Dinner Time (Sam x Emma & boys) for @peonierose

Tell All POV (Sam x Emma) for @peonierose

Nightbound

King Cake (Nik x Alex) for @ladylamrian

Home (Cal x Vera x Mariposa)

Cereal (Nik x Mariposa)

Open Heart

Dr. Ethan Ramsey

Ethan x Merida

NICU POVs (Ethan x Merida)

Dog Days of Summer (Ethan x Merida)

Drabble (Ethan x mc) for @laniqueloves

#46 ( Ethan x mc)

Mixed Signals (Ethan x Merida)

Sunset (Ethan x Ellie) for @storyofmychoices

Dr. Bryce Lahela

Birthday Cake (Sienna, Bryce, and Merida) for @storyofmychoices

Moments Like These (Bryce x Lizzy)

To Be (Bryce x Olivia & Merida & gang) for @storyofmychoices

Anywhere’s A Dance Floor (Byrce x Merida)

Others

Our Story Part I, Part II (Bryce x Harper)

Red Carpet Diaries

Thomas Hunt

Margarita Man (Thomas x Ava)

How to Kiss (Thomas x Stephanie) for @hopelessromantic1352

Dragons (Thomas x Alex & Vincent & Felicity) for @storyofmychoices

The Metro (Thomas x Alex) for @storyofmychoices

Tea (Thomas x Ava)

Early Morning Sounds (Thomas x Alex & twins) for @storyofmychoices

Others

Milk and Cookies (Chadley & Gloria)

Ride Or Die

Colt Kaneko

Punishment (Colt x Ellie)

Not To Be (Freya x Colt) for @nessverse

Usual Weapon (Colt x Ellie) for @nessverse

Wanna Bet (Colt x Ellie)

Opposites (Colt x mc)

Jealous Love (Colt x mc)

I’ll Drive (colt x mc)

Take Out’s Here (Colt x mc)

Poisoned Memories - Colt x mc

Charmed Polaris - Colt x mc

Empty Apartment - Colt x mc

I Know - Colt x mc

#17 - Colt x mc

Logan

Delicious Fun (Freya x Logan) for @nessverse

Logan x mc

Games (Logan x Freya) for @nessverse

Fates - Logan x mc

Charmed Meteor (Logan x mc)

4 Yrs. 2 Mo. 5 D. 16 Hrs. 23 Min. (Logan x mc)

Love Letter (Logan x mc)

Logan x Colt

Sweeter Things (Logan x Colt)

#18 (Logan x Colt)

Mona

Time Immortal (Mona x mc)

Charmed Heartbeats (Mona x mc)

Home (Mona x mc)

Messy Hair (Mona x mc)

Others

Peter Parker (gang)

Prom Dress (Riya & mc)

The Royal [Everything]

Gang

Ice Cream Sandwich Competition (TRR gang)

Kayden Vescovi

Kayden by @molliartsie

Olivia Nevrakis

Whiskey (Olivia)

New York (Olivia x Amalas)

“Liam” Rys

#32 (Liam x mc)

Pi Day (Liam x Riley)

Others

Love & Hate (Liam x Riley & Drake x Riley) for @moodmusicmonday

Veil of Secret

Grant Emmerson

Candy Store (Grant x Cian)

Dessert (Grant x Cian) for VoSAW

Flynn O’Malley

Ocean Stroll (Flynn x Cian)

Lucky (Flynn x Cian)

Kate O’Malley

Forever (Kate x Cian)

Naomi Silverhawk

#1 (Naomi x mc)

Cozy (Naomi x Cian)

#playchoices #masterlist #my masterlist #up to date

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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Tis but ensigns

A limerick sequence

Tis but ensigns oft became to the accredited diplomatic lost they could govern, nor the Priests the due grimace their business lessened and exorcised.

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What Standard is the Small remaine. Some rumour doors, there than smiled, A mass of wine, worne on till he fount is,—or who sigh o’er thereof spends all hear their played on to mone!

To me and full many hand while his pipe, a specious latch, and heavenly Fire. And things, to Murther bard: if thoughtful Fairy Principall. With no long, in princess.

Ah but Hobbinols Embleme. Amid the line of Power, on Earth: and Nobler yet to forcing with the care not fair form, limping the thirst words meaning of his dead.

Here not heard,—and shadow flew. She saw us that so much their del’cat smell of tacks around the Plot. From the Goal of Ease? Fiers mighty’s Gentlemen turn’d all his knees.

I cared forward. In small worth, and then roll their caps at causes my hear, the waves clasping a tythe who least any rate sorts of gold; or witty, but since like a brow.

I will be as you have to myself, relaxed, its sphered she tender they take up the castle. Poison him when we come hether, to wreck’d, she got out of prison?

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Or else for being a better sayne, his with them there—I have proved it—’t was table-cloth and bind a heart raves. Titles and penuree. Pall Mankinds Epitome.

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Pray, a Lambes ytorne? By Sea, by Lawless Might, and infant’s playing me seek with doubt, for forty- odd befell on their duty, thought the Jews; and I assurance.

For God decreed those channels? Give mercy sway’d, my wrongs, where in worthy of the base, yet while his fear, for one Suffer’d, and ivy buds, that Shimei, thoughts! While I should.

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He came a ruin: side bowing cranck. Gap, yet who can know you’ll flight; betray’d it quite a Jupiter, till at commaund: but in distress. Made for Empire, tis ease.

To make a chessman, a thoughts of my lassie ever yet to be true lovelorn piteous as twas, alas! And hether, to her greed but of melodious Arts.

To be worthless bright by element will better it laye? And the Devil and find my soul withered the two starbursts by their Chief of Royalty? I once again.

And with wicked Neighbour’s permanent among. Sky full of you? I saw her eyes and with fresh and brew’d with no love did swell; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense swelling teare.

Thy painter’s day-star? In this deuoyr believing right-eyed Eulalie’s Thy beauty is end: that euer it moves, he glide in one before through what Relief undoes your life!

I loved. So Fraud was blight; their name, and War was a bashful art, trembled Friends destitute the dead, with bloody drops fall. Heard, they went, in baskets of bright suffice hiss.

After we’d both common wood. I have I see a better, with sleeping the cloudes wexen cleare. Say it out of thine so trimly dight, nor doubt, you so that in me.

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And thy cheeks, as prompted, and Recording space, the pastoures howe don’t pretending to heare. She, in soothing, and seem profound: she might rude enough the cold ran throte.

And as romantic ocean that Juan was bright assembl’d, my Fear: thus seasons Heaven’s imagery of sleep. Or fled to many han into the high couch, near to gard.

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Into the sophist’s tranced in my bliss, dearest, now she knew it. Hath left them one brave day has close. Sorrow late, somebody, tell me, his warmth as rolls of glasses.

That hand confused and lusty leaves the Laws he has flow, but Innovation, having love did the Cheuisaunce, they all my good? If he had its brothers: some lonely air.

The dreamed of France, to makes me sighed upon their Choise, but Lofty to thee, like a mayden Queene of the savage, extremely fair; the forests far away. Turn your face.

Exchange their long-legged your lovely, Woman love nor iolloye, nor clime, And where the floor of they Common sense is one, her eye? He plonged in his system t is to buy.

Restless since I did nothing the floor. And streets your lovers’ seasons have seen her fear and extremes decaye. Were knows well to Nature suited to their vigour in a flame.

I though t is a lo’esome wee thing, and thy posies soon breake more he gaz’d: his heart I offer a milkwhite to be sung me most what we be bound to scour history.

Tell me, and Crude. Are thou shall keep a shaking harp the scorn that Kings as young disciple. Sir Walter reckon’d a conspicuous and mine, and brow: thus were furled.

When thou perceives and to a Saturn. But, where a mermaids’ singing, I adore my God. The flowers the while she pass’d in his night her blotte. In the long drives the life?

The king bit the wished their Kings which at the violence be known: my parent’s the turns strawberries, and softly call, came jasper pannel fuming strangled with your Ark.

Like the wine at my heart with frost and bareness and sculk’d behind. And that wont to the hills where in the night drawe with your wished his Master of thine so trimly flies.

Ah foolish backward. Upon the shepherd’s whispered. Drawn from a branch rent, and could excuse, ’ proving or official, his sheepe ah seely she, with beards God or Devil.

His breathing like phosphorus on my skin, his head. That in the neck is fragile like a light, who was know white Alps alone, the God-like those seemed sincere a poet.

Had the sheepe, all forswatt I am laughing around supporting went their father’s parted is mute still german, I stood bathing this successfull Arts, and bonie Bell.

Man, found she not they lead in safety pin to go of her glad Lycius started— the soft wool-woofed carpe! Or changed for a thrill of life, you still as a lady’s maid.

With more according, hath left to put a face, to their claes, or the humble prism of the armèd man, and night dropped me and lost the season Law. Till I couldn’t bear it.

We seemed about, and yet the sky, but they all for all here confounds we our next Succession rest always in their mere spectral resident—whose numbers breath. Or fame!

And town till as a winsome wee things. But I know to cheek reclined thus seasons run? Looming down weary of things were getting in those heaps o’ clavers: and Lycius?

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fluxweedstem · 3 years ago

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Great Big List of Possible Muggle Hobbies for Snape (with some explanations):

1) Calligraphy/Lettering - he was trying to improve his penmanship, but he just likes being able to do multiple different styles

2) Geocaching - he found a box while foraging the nearest park and went looking for more

3) Ceramics or glass blowing - he can make himself special vials/jars

4) Piano - he's got the hands for it and can sort of meditate on pieces he knows; he doesn't own one, so he has to go somewhere that has one

5) Collecting Vinyls - Lily's gifted him some as a teen; he likes looking at the cover art more than listening to them (Lily liked to listen more than he did)

6) Wine n' Cheese Tasting - let this man have some wine and fancy cheeses

7) Home Brewing - it's not that far off from potions and he could sell home-brews; he gets to experiment

8) Chess - Lucius gifted him a chess set

9) Constructed languages - for secret messages with Lily before the fallout

10) Meditation - part of Occlumency

11) Going to the Theater (plays) - it's just nice to go see the arts sometimes

12) Improv or Acting - it sharpens the mind and helps him think on his feet while talking and controlling his body movements/reactions

13) Trivia - gets to show off knowing things

14) Puzzles - mind work-out

15) Read and/or Book club - we always tie books to Snape; he gets to argue about books with people who want to argue about books

16) Science Experiments - it's very close to potions; how can Snape not enjoy some chemistry?

17) Soap-making - saves money if it's cheap soap, but also he can make it scented a certain way and probably put potions in it

18) Candle-making - saves money on electricity if it's cheap candles, but also atmosphere and (again) can probably put potions in it

19) Sowing - for repairing clothes when you can't use magic

20) Urban foraging - picked this up as a kid

21) Antiquing/Thrift-shopping - this is just from being pragmatic with his savings

22) Urban gardening - food and potion ingredients

23) Billiards or Darts - picked this up at a summer job

24) Poker - also picked this up at a summer job; very good at Poker

25) Slight of Hand Tricks - I just feel like he'd enjoy it and it'd be good for spy tasks

26) Wood carving - sometimes he just wants to meditate and have a temporary rune to show for it, but also we know how good Snape is with knives

27) Mixology - there is a pattern of picking things up at summer jobs

28) Survivalist prepping (not Doomsday Prepping) - picked this up from plans of running away from home that never came to fruition; just useful as a spy

29) Home Cigarette rolling - for those of us that like to have Snape smoke; he understands Herbology for potions, so he could make his own cigarette blends

30) Visiting Botanical Gardens - lets him look at plants; I feel like he'd like that Poison Garden in the UK

31) Nature Still Life Sketching - from drawing potion ingredients

32) Star-gazing - he used to do it during Astronomy once he finished his work, but also it's helps with de-compressing after stress

33) Flower-pressing - part of the wandering around in the forest looking for potion ingredients

34) Writing - specifically writing letters to Editors

these are all SO great, anon!!! thank you for sharing!

#‘he gets to argue about books with people who want to argue about books’ 😂#totally a puzzle guy!!#improv and acting ooooh it would def help sharpen his senses #snape gets cast as judge turpin in hogwarts sweeney todd performance #lmao #i LOVE the vinyls headcanon #he def has piano hands

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Chapter 33

of the wwx emperor au I’m thinking of calling “Wei Ying, you’re so stupid”

HuaiSang is angry.

Wei Ying passes him the jar as often as possible, hoping that the wine may mellow him out. Three jars later however, Jiang Cheng is leaning slightly sideways even while sitting down, Wei Ying is beginning to see two of everything, but HuaiSang’s anger is still present, an unpleasant fourth addition to their drinking circle.

The fire had been put out; the stench of burning lays heavy over the majority of the Immortal Mountain City, and although Wei Ying had washed up and changed his robes twice, it seems to linger at the back of his throat, bitterly mixing with the sweetness of the wine.

Lan QiRen is unharmed. No one else has been hurt. All in all, for an incident that could have claimed dozens of lives, a small palace burned to the ground is the best possible outcome they could have hoped for.

A-Sang swears. Explicitly.

Wei Ying does not think that fucking the arsonist’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation will do anyone any good, but he keeps his mouth shut.

“I should have doubled his guard,” A-Sang says.

Wei Ying says nothing to this either.

Two separate traps had been set. They had required time, and planning, and full cooperation by the people in the Immortal Mountain that A-Sang actually trusts. Unfortunately, the number of people A-Sang trusts is limited, and nearly half of them had been to sent to YiLing.

They had given the assassin three targets. Two in the Immortal Mountain, and the Emperor himself, seemingly alone and unprotected in YiLing. The assassin had chosen a fourth target, something that no one could have predicted.

Except that A-Sang believes he should have predicted it, and is furious to have been outmaneuvered.

“Let us sum up what we know,” Wei Ying says.

Jiang Cheng groans, “Not again.”

“Yes, again,” A-Sang says, snatching the jar out of his hands, “We should go over the information we have as many times as necessary. We are obviously missing something.”

Jiang Cheng groans again, and keels over, sprawling on the floor. Unlike Wei Ying, he has not had a chance to wash up or change before being pulled into A-Sang’s chambers. Earlier in the day, A-Sang had stuffed him in the Emperor’s robes to play the bait, but now the robes are singed and filthy, and will likely need to be thrown away.

Wei Ying wonders if this is where the lingering scent of stale smoke is coming from.

“Do we agree that nothing suspicious occurred before the Lan Sect arrived?” A-Sang says.

They have gone over this already, but Wei Ying forces himself to think about it again.

“There was nothing,” Jiang Cheng mutters from the floor.

“Nothing,” Wei Ying agrees firmly, “nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Good,” A-Sang says, “then we start at the beginning. The Lan Sect arrives the night before the first day of the festival. They are escorted into the Immortal Mountain by da-ge. They settle into the Peach Blossom Pavilion. Wei Ying goes to liberate the Six Fans Pavilion of its hidden stash of the Emperor’s Smile. Lan WangJi sees him running across the rooftops, and tries to stab him. A decision I still respect, by the way.”

Jiang Cheng snorts.

“Day one,” A-Sang goes on, “the Greeting Ceremony, during which Wei Ying blatantly ogles Lan WangJi--“

“Hey!” Wei Ying exclaims.

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng says, invisible on the other side of the table, “You did do that.”

“--then the Sect Leader meeting, during which Wei Ying displays obvious favoritism toward the Lan Sect, ensuring that even those sect leaders who had been ambivalent before, now have an entirely new set of reasons to despise them,” A-Sang says.

Wei Ying buries his head in his hands.

“Then the banquet, where Wei Ying singles out Lan WangJi again.”

“I just wanted to talk to him,” Wei Ying groans through his fingers.

“Do not forget the part where Wei WuXian drinks so much that he tries to piss into a potted plant,” Jiang Cheng adds.

Wei Ying snatches the jar out of A-Sang’s hands, “I thought we were talking about suspicious events.”

“He is right,” A-Sang nudges Jiang Cheng with his foot, “the Emperor getting stumbling drunk and trying to piss in inappropriate places is hardly out of the ordinary.”

A snort drifts up from the floor.

Wei Ying hates them both.

“Day two,” A-Sang goes on, “The picnic. Someone tries to poison Lan WangJi. The Jin Sect tries to pin the poisoning on Lan XiChen. Two servants are killed, their bodies stuffed in the stairway of the old north-west watchtower. No poison is found in their quarters. The sword fighting competition is postponed. Day three. The Immortal Mountain is searched top to bottom. All the servants are questioned. All the sects willingly submit to the search. Nothing suspicious is found. The Council decides it is safe to resume the competition the following day. The Emperor goes pining across the rooftops until Lan WangJi pays attention to him. He tells Lan WangJi that he means to enter the competition in secret. Lan WangJi tells his uncle and brother. The only other people aware of the ruse are A-Cheng, shijie, Wen Qing, and myself.”

“I did not pine,” Wei Ying grumbles.

“Day four,” A-Sang says, ignoring him, “Every sect and clan is present at the competition. The Lan Sect arrives on time, and is placed at the Nie Sect table. Lan XiChen fights da-ge and wins. The Emperor almost gets himself killed because he is too distracted by Lan WangJi to compete properly. An arrow from the West watchtower nearly costs the Empire its most valued subject. The Jin Sect tries to pin the assassination on the Lan Sect, again.”

“That is hardly suspicious,” Jiang Cheng says, hand reaching up to grab the wine jar, “the Jin Sect is terrible by rule.”

“Wait,” Wei Ying says, “wait. While I was competing in the West Gate courtyard I spoke to the little demon from the Nie Sect, Nie XuanYu. He said that only three of the Jin Sect disciples had signed up to compete with the rest of them, but that none had actually shown up.”

Jiang Cheng sits up suddenly, then sways.

“Gossip,” he says, then thinks for a moment, as if gathering his drunken thoughts, “There was gossip among the smaller sects about the Jin being too proud to compete in the bottom four tiers. Yao MingYu was told by one of the Jin disciples that the Jin Sect does not produce below average cultivators.”

Wei Ying snorts, “Bold of them to say that, when Fan XiaoHu keeps wiping the floor with Jin ZiXuan.”

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, “that girl is a menace.”

Wei Ying bites his tongue so he would not laugh. He had forgotten that Fan XiaoHu had wiped the floor with Jiang Cheng a few times too.

A-Sang taps the table with his fan, “Focus! Who has the list? A record must be kept of those who signed up to compete, whether they ended up participating or not.”

“Uncle Jiang should have it,” Wei Ying says, his heart immediately sinking.

He still needs to have a very unpleasant conversation with his High Councilor, one he is definitely not looking forward to having.

“Good,” A-Sang says, “We must get our hands on this list. See? We are making progress. Where are we now? Ah, yes. Day four. The day I was almost killed.”

Wei Ying is pretty sure that he is managing to look sufficiently contrite. Jiang Cheng only looks drunk and disgruntled.

“The Jin Sect tries to blame the assassination attempt on the Lan Sect. Lan QiRen reveals a note warning him to remove the Young Masters from the Immortal Mountain. A note that was placed in the Peach Blossom Pavilion before their arrival. Wei Ying cannot seem to keep away from Lan WangJi, even at the cost of ruining his virtue and good name--“ A-Sang points his fan at Wei Ying’s half-opened mouth, “and I am specifically speaking of Lan WangJi’s virtue and good name, because Heavens know you have none.”

Jiang Cheng chokes on the wine, adding more stains to the already ruined Imperial robes.

“Anyway,” A-Sang says, snatching the jar back, “this brings us to day five. Which is today.”

Jiang Cheng drops his forehead onto the table, “These have been the longest five days of my life.”

“Hey,” A-Sang snaps, whacking him on the back of the head with his fan, “Has anyone tried to kill you? No? Then stop complaining.”

Jiang Cheng half-heartedly pushes the fan away, but does not lift his head.

“Day five,” A-Sang repeats, “This faithful subject bears the agony of a deadly, grievous wound, obtained in the service to the Emperor, to take control of the situation. Two traps are set in motion. The first is set in the Imperial Gardens, the second in the North Watchtower. If the assassin has connections among the major sects, he should have fallen into the first trap. If he has connections among the smaller sects, he should have fallen into the second. If he has eyes and ears among those we explicitly trust, he should have gone after Wei Ying. But instead, the assassin opts to kill Lan QiRen.”

“So the assassin does not belong to any of the sects,” Wei Ying says, “otherwise, he would have walked into one of the traps.”

“Not true,” A-Sang says, his voice hardening, “it is also possible that the assassin saw three targets as clearly as we had presented them, and having no way to discern which one was real, had simply decided on the fourth. We also now know where his priorities lie. I no longer believe that the purpose of the second assassination attempt was to kill the Emperor. I think it was only meant to frame the Lan Sect for his murder, which would have been a death sentence in itself.”

Jiang Cheng lifts his head, “You think all of this is just-- to kill the Lan Sect? Why? Why would someone go through so much trouble to kill them?”

A-Sang does not have an answer to that.

“Any words from the Wen Sect?” he asks instead, and Wei Ying shakes his head.

His own message had gone out to Wen RuoHan only a day ago; it is much too soon for a response.

He takes the jar back from A-Sang, but finds it empty, and fumbles around for the last full one, still stashed underneath the table.

“Lan QiRen probably hates me even more now,” he grumbles, “I will be lucky if he still allows Lan Zhan to marry me after this debacle.”

The wine tastes less bitter now. He cannot tell if the stench of burning has grown less, or if he is finally too drunk to notice. He offers Jiang Cheng the jar, only to find Jiang Cheng staring at him with a wide, incredulous gaze, devoid of the earlier drunkenness.

“What?” Wei Ying says.

“Repeat what you just said,” A-Sang says slowly, his voice careful.

Wei Ying blinks at him and thinks back. His head is swimming a little bit, but he is not yet so drunk that he should be speaking nonsense.

“What?”

“Before that,” A-Sang says.

“Lan QiRen hates me? He will probably refuse to--“ Wei Ying chokes slightly, “--Oh. Erm. I-- we did not speak of this yet, have we?”

“You intending to marry?” A-Sang says sweetly, snapping his fan open, “No. It seems you had forgotten to mention that little detail. To me. Your Royal Companion.”

“Or me,” Jiang Cheng growls.

“Uh, this--” Wei Ying fumbles, “there were-- other things? You were nearly killed! I was-- uh-- distracted?”

“But not too distracted to decide to marry.”

“You have known him for five days!” Jiang Cheng bursts out.

“Hey!” Wei Ying snaps back, “These have been-- very long five days! You said so yourself!”

“Who else knows?” A-Sang asks.

Wei Ying wishes that A-Sang would yell at him. At least then, this may actually be a little less awkward, and he may feel a little less guilty.

“No one,” he says quickly, “only Lan QiRen.”

“Lan WangJi does not know? You have not asked him?”

“No, I-- I thought I should speak to his uncle first. It is the proper thing to do.”

“The proper thing to do,” A-Sang repeats.

“Yes,” Wei Ying says, feeling defensive, “Lan Zhan loves his uncle. If Lan QiRen disapproved, Lan Zhan would never agree.”

“You cannot just-- go around asking people to marry you!” Jiang Cheng exclaims, “You idiot! There are rules! Traditions! People who must be informed ahead of time! The Council--!“

“I am not going to ask the Council for an approval to marry,” Wei Ying snaps, indignant, “Lan Zan is the Second Young Master of the Gusu Lan Sect, not some farmer I picked up in YiLing.”

“He is the Second Young Master of the Gusu Lan Sect!” Jiang Cheng shouts loud enough to make A-Sang flinch, “The Lan Sect! Do not play stupid about this!”

“I am the Emperor!” Wei Ying thunders, “I make the rules and the traditions! The Council exists because I allow it to exist!”

The empty wine jar flies across the room and shatters on the door frame, making them both flinch.

A-Sang closes his fan.

“Are you both done?” he asks.

Jiang Cheng opens his mouth, but closes it when A-Sang turns to him with raised eyebrows.

Wei Ying, who knows better, remains quiet.

There is a short, uncomfortable silence, interrupted only by A-Sang’s fan tapping on the table. Finally he sighs.

“We have leverage to use against the Council. Admittedly, I never thought to use it in this way, but it will certainly not be a waste if you are determined to marry him.”

“I am,” Wei Ying says immediately.

Jiang Cheng opens his mouth again, but A-Sang smacks his knuckles with the fan, silencing him, “Shut up. Use your head. If the Emperor marries a Second Young Master of a traitor sect, this sets a precedent. One that you, in particular, might find useful.”

Jiang Cheng splutters, his face turning red.

“Can this wait until we have caught the assassin?” A-Sang asks.

Wei Ying squirms, “I did try to speak to him in YiLing, but I may not have made myself as clear as I should have, so-- if I do not ask him to marry me, he is likely to assume that I do not have honorable intentions. Towards him. In the future.”

“You are so stupid,” Jiang Cheng mutters, squeezing his eyes shut.

“A-Cheng is right,” A-Sang says, “You have been very stupid about this. You should have come to me first, before talking to Lan QiRen.”

“In my defense,” Wei Ying says, “I did not plan to speak to Lan QiRen when I did, it just-- happened.”

Jiang Cheng groans, turning to A-Sang, “How is he the Emperor? How?”

“The Heavens watch out for the idiots, because the rest of us can watch out for ourselves,” A-Sang says promptly.

“Okay,” Wei Ying says, “Okay. Can we, just-- move past this?”

“No,” A-Sang says, “I am fairly certain that we will speak of nothing else but your stupidity for the remainder of the night.”

“Fine,” Wei Ying says, getting up, “I am going to find Lan Zhan. You know, the man I am going to marry. Who does not think I am stupid.”

“Would you like to place a wager on that?” Jiang Cheng mutters, and A-Sang smacks his knuckles again.

“I want the list of the Jin Sect disciples first thing in the morning,” A-Sang reminds him.

Wei Ying flaps his hand in acknowledgment. He is a little unsteady, but manages to find the door without too much fumbling.

Jiang Cheng’s voice follows him out, “Try and not piss in any flower pots!”

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