#russian tempest

[philav-mayne]

I fr want Jervis to be somewhat royalty 😀 and as much as I enjoy the headcannon he's British, I think he'll also slay being Russian 🦄

New headcannon : Jervis is half British and half Russian???

For William?

War (ᴡᴡ2 ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪsᴇ)

He's slaying the fit though (I don't know if that's accurate 💀 I just chose the very first thing I saw on Pinterest)

[vintage-russia]

Russian actress Yelizaveta Sadovskaya as Ariel in the play "The Tempest",Moscow (1905)

[alaskan-wallflower]

can duolingo please shut the fuck up

[william-shakespeare-official]

Here's THE masterpost of free and full adaptations, by which I mean that it's a post made by the master.

Anthony and Cleopatra: here's the BBC version, here's a 2017 version.

As you like it: you'll find here an outdoor stage adaptation and here the BBC version. Here's Kenneth Brannagh's 2006 one.

Coriolanus: Here's a college play, here's the 1984 telefilm, here's the 2014 one with tom hiddleston. Here's the Ralph Fiennes 2011 one.

Cymbelline: Here's the 2014 one.

Hamlet: the 1948 Laurence Olivier one is here. The 1964 russian version is here and the 1964 american version is here. The 1964 Broadway production is here, the 1969 Williamson-Parfitt-Hopkins one is there, and the 1980 version is here. Here are part 1 and 2 of the 1990 BBC adaptation, the Kenneth Branagh 1996 Hamlet is here, the 2000 Ethan Hawke one is here. 2009 Tennant's here. And have the 2018 Almeida version here. On a sidenote, here's A Midwinter's Tale, about a man trying to make Hamlet. Andrew Scott's Hamlet is here.

Henry IV: part 1 and part 2 of the BBC 1989 version. And here's part 1 of a corwall school version.

Henry V: Laurence Olivier (who would have guessed) 1944 version. The 1989 Branagh version here. The BBC version is here.

Julius Caesar: here's the 1979 BBC adaptation, here the 1970 John Gielgud one. A theater Live from the late 2010's here.

King Lear: Laurence Olivier once again plays in here. And Gregory Kozintsev, who was I think in charge of the russian hamlet, has a king lear here. The 1975 BBC version is here. The Royal Shakespeare Compagny's 2008 version is here. The 1974 version with James Earl Jones is here. The 1953 Orson Wells one is here.

Macbeth: Here's the 1948 one, there the 1955 Joe McBeth. Here's the 1961 one with Sean Connery, and the 1966 BBC version is here. The 1969 radio one with Ian McKellen and Judi Dench is here, here's the 1971 by Roman Polanski, with spanish subtitles. The 1988 BBC one with portugese subtitles, and here the 2001 one). Here's Scotland, PA, the 2001 modern retelling. Rave Macbeth for anyone interested is here. And 2017 brings you this.

Measure for Measure: BBC version here. Hugo Weaving here.

The Merchant of Venice: here's a stage version, here's the 1980 movie, here the 1973 Lawrence Olivier movie, here's the 2004 movie with Al Pacino. The 2001 movie is here.

The Merry Wives of Windsor: the Royal Shakespeare Compagny gives you this movie.

A Midsummer Night's Dream: have this sponsored by the City of Columbia, and here the BBC version. Have the 1986 Duncan-Jennings version here. 2019 Live Theater version? Have it here!

Much Ado About Nothing: Here is the kenneth branagh version and here the Tennant and Tate 2011 version. Here's the 1984 version.

Othello: A Massachussets Performance here, the 2001 movie her is the Orson Wells movie with portuguese subtitles theree, and a fifteen minutes long lego adaptation here. THen if you want more good ole reliable you've got the BBC version here and there.

Richard II: here is the BBC version. If you want a more meta approach, here's the commentary for the Tennant version. 1997 one here.

Richard III: here's the 1955 one with Laurence Olivier. The 1995 one with Ian McKellen is no longer available at the previous link but I found it HERE.

Romeo and Juliet: here's the 1988 BBC version. Here's a stage production. 1954 brings you this. The french musical with english subtitles is here!

The Taming of the Shrew: the 1980 BBC version here and the 1988 one is here, sorry for the prior confusion. The 1929 version here, some Ontario stuff here, and here is the 1967 one with Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor. This one is the Shakespeare Retold modern retelling.

The Tempest: the 1979 one is here, the 2010 is here. Here is the 1988 one. Theater Live did a show of it in the late 2010's too.

Timon of Athens: here is the 1981 movie with Jonathan Pryce,

Troilus and Cressida can be found here

Titus Andronicus: the 1999 movie with Anthony Hopkins here

Twelfth night: here for the BBC, here for the 1970 version with Alec Guinness, Joan Plowright and Ralph Richardson.

Two Gentlemen of Verona: have the 2018 one here. The BBC version is here.

The Winter's Tale: the BBC version is here

Please do contribute if you find more. This is far from exhaustive.

(also look up the original post from time to time for more plays)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you should post screenshots of all the marvel rivals magneto lore for those of us who don’t have the game 👀

"Max Eisenhardt was born with a near-limitless Mutant ability to manipulate magnetic fields. Suffering a lifetime of brutal persecution, Magneto made it his mission to ensure the survival of Mutantkind, no matter the cost. His unyielding crusade often puts him at odds with other Mutants who seek more peaceful ways to coexist with humanity. Magneto led the campaign to gather the planet's Mutant population and transport them decades into the future to a safe haven on the sentient island Krakoa, protecting his brethren from the growing dangers of the wider world."

magneto lore description + his signature :) i'll come back to reblog and add to this post as the rest of the stories are unlocked!

full Trial of Magneto story below the cut screenshotted AND typed up by Yours Truly

As he gazed off into the distance towards the line where the ocean met the sky, Magneto's cape fluttered gently in the calm breeze that was drifting across the coast of the sentient island nation of Krakoa. His was a life far longer than most people ever had the chance to live, and this was one of the few moments of true peace that he could recall. But he knew from experience it would not last for long. It never did.

"Something on your mind, old man?" a familiar voice asked from above, breaking the silence. As Magneto glanced up, there, hovering on the wind like a majestic goddess, was Ororo Munroe -- the Mutant weather manipulator known as Storm.

"Funny, isn't it," mused Magneto, "that we fought all those years for a better future for Mutantkind... and now we have finally found it, further in the future than any of us ever imagined."

Not so long ago, the sovereign nation of Krakoa had been swept up in a chronal storm -- a time-twisting anomaly that would have ripped the island to bits if not for Ororo's deft manipulation of its tumultuous currents. Instead of becoming lost in the timestream forever, Krakoa arrived safely on the other side of the tempest in the year 2099. The future that Mutantkind had always dreamed of was finally theirs to claim. And Magneto was never one to let such an auspicious opportunity pass him by.

"It matters not what century we are in," Storm said. "What matters is that our people have a home here on Krakoa, thanks to you, Erik..."

Magneto cringed as his old friend called him by his human name. True, he had gone by many of them over the decades -- Max Eisenhardt, Erik Lehnsherr, Magnus -- but they were monikers he had merely tolerated in order to better fit into a world where Homo Sapiens still believed themselves in control. Here, in this new era, he could choose a name that spoke to who he truly was. Magneto -- the Mutant Master of Magnetism.

"I may be leading the cause to find our fellow Mutants and bring them to this safe harbor, my dear," said Magneto, "but the success of this crusade cannot be attributed to one Mutant alone."

"You're damn right it can't, bub," a grizzled voice snarled from the edge of the jungle that bordered Krakoa's shore.

Magneto and Storm both turned to see a familiar figure walking out of a newly-blossomed Krakoan gate. The short, hairy figure looked as though he had just been to hell and back. And knowing Wolverine, that could very literally be the case. Alongside Wolverine stood a young Mutant, just old enough for her powers to begin manifesting.

"Found the kid who got sucked through that dimensional rift," Wolverine continued. "She's lucky I went in there after her. Limbo is no place for a new Mutant."

"I couldn't disagree more," another voice said, this one with a hint of a Russian accent. "This New Mutant has managed just fine there."

"Illyana? Can it truly be?!" Storm rushed over to the young woman who had just stepped through the gateway, instantly wrapping her in an embrace. For years, Illyana Rasputin, the Mutant teleporter known as Magik, had been like a daughter to Storm. Before she was claimed by the darkness of Limbo... Before...

"Nice to see you too, Windrider," said Magik with an uncomfortable smirk. "It's been... longer than I care to remember."

Magneto stepped towards the new arrival, not embracing her, but examining her closely instead. There was something strange about her. It was clear that she had walked a far different path than the Illyana Rasputin of his world. This child had been hardened by the horrors of war, something to which Magneto himself could closely relate.

"You are not the child we once knew," Magneto said. "But you are welcome here on Krakoa. All Mutants are, regardless from where or when they hail."

"How about people who grew up thinking they were Mutants, only to h ave their entire world turned upside down when they learned the truth years later...?"

Magneto audibly gasped as the question was asked by another woman who had just arrived through the Krakoan gateway. His gaze instantly shifted over to her as she walked forward. Her every step stirred ripples across his memory, for he had been there when she had taken her very first ones so many years ago.

"Wanda..."

"Hello, father," the Scarlet Witch said as she approached Magneto with a calm confidence that few had ever shown in his presence. She reached up and began to slowly remove Magneto's helmet, an action that would almost certainly be met with instant retaliation should anyone else attempt it. But Magneto stood as silent as solid steel, simply basking in the magic of his long lost daughter's company. His stoic expression softened as Wanda leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"How... How can you be here?" Magneto managed to say. He could bend Adamantium into any shape with his Mutant power, but these simple words were somehow nearly impossible to form.

"It took a bit of work," Wanda mused. "I'm not technically a Mutant like you, after all, which means Krakoa wouldn't normally let me through its gates. But a touch of chaos magic did the trick."

"What I meant to say is..."

"Oh..." Wanda's playful tone vanished faster than a stage magician's pet rabbit. "Your Wanda... She's gone, isn't she? I'm sorry... This must be difficult..."

"Quite the opposite," Magneto said, regaining his composure. "To see your face again, to hear your voice, to know that -- somewhere in this fast Multiverse a version of you has thrive -- is perhaps the least difficult thing I could ever conceive. It is all that any father ever wants."

"I wouldn't say I've been thriving, exactly," Wanda admitted. "I've been holding my own universe together by its threads for far too long. I truly believed that I was its only hope to survive."

"Like father, like daughter," chuckled Wolverine.

"But I've started to see the bigger picture," Wanda continued. "We're all fighting our own wars. The only chance we have of winning them and keeping ll of our universes intact is if we start fighting together."

"Speakin' of fightin', I'm late for a date with Natasha," Wolverine said. "We've got ourselves a tin-plated dictator that needs overthrowin'."

Magneto almost chastised Wolverine for entrenching himself in the petty squabbles between the humans of this era, but he paused for a moment and considered his daughter's words. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps his own war to preserve Mutantkind was just one battle of many, all of them equally important.

"Since Krakoa arrived in this future, my allegiance has been to Mutantkind alone," said Magneto. "I felt it best to isolate our people in order to protect them. But your words inspire me, my dear. It is clear that no Mutant is an island."

"Except Krakoa, da?" Magik chimed in playfully.

"In order to commit to such an alliance, however, it must be a mutually beneficial one," Magneto continued. "There are still Mutants out there, lost across space and time, who require out assistance in order to lead them home."

"That sounds like the perfect task for a Sorceress Supreme," Wanda said. "But I'll require your help. As fond as I am of your classic look, I think we're in need of use a helmet that's a bit more functional."

"Of course," Magneto said, raising his hand into the air. Within moments, tiny scraps of metal buried beneath the sand of Krakoa's beaches converged and reshaped themselves in a complex yet familiar device once worn by Charles Xavier himself -- Cerebro.

"If I recall, old school Cerebro was capable of tracking down Mutants anywhere in the world," said Wanda. "But a few arcane enhancements should expand the helmet's search area to include adjacent dimensions as well. Like you said, all Mutants are welcome here, regardless from where or when they hail."

"Well?" said Magik, her eyes burning with anticipation. "Try it on already, old man!"

The moment Magneto put on the helmet, he saw flashes of powerful Mutants scattered across the Multiverse. A telepathic ninja trapped in a strange world of unholy amusements. A king of the seas preparing to strike at the unsuspecting surface world. A powerful cosmic presence determined to burn the darkness out of the night sky. And thousands more, each yearning to defy fate and to find their place in an ever-shifting cavalcade of timelines and realities.

"There is much work to be done," Magneto said. "Far more than I expected. When do we begin?"

"No time better than the present..." said Magik. "Or the future, I guess. Wherever we are."

"You have given Mutants a gift this day, Wanda," Magneto said proudly. "Your efforts will not be forgotten."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Wanda replied. "And when the time comes, the army that you're about to gather may very well be the one that tips the balance in our favor."

"Then let this be a call to all Mutants across time and space," Magneto continued. "The gates of Krakoa are open to them. In the words of a dear old friend..."

"...to me, my X-Men."

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

"The Demon" by Mikhail Lermontov, and parallels with Sauron x Galadriel

This idea was pitched to me by @leto97, and now I can't get it out of my head. Because the parallels are, indeed, mindblowing. And to a degree that might suggest the show writers actually took inspiration from this to write Galadriel and Sauron’s story in “Rings of Power”. Can this poem offer some predictions for Season 3, or Season 4?

This poem, "The Demon", is by a Russian poet and is considered a masterpiece of European Romantic poetry, tells of a Demon who falls in love with �� and attempts to seduce — a Georgian princess, Tamara. Can he be redeemed by love? Will Heaven even allow it?

Full text here, or here.

1. The Repentant Demon

The somber Demon [Sauron], banished from the heights, Soared aimlessly above the sinful earth, And memories of better days gone by Kept crowding countlessly before his eyes — Those days when he, secure in light’s abode, Shone radiant, a cherub free from stain; When incandescent comets, shooting past, Would pause and lovingly reciprocate His hailing smile of fond benevolence; Those days when, through the timeless mists of space, Desiring knowledge, he would keenly track Nomadic caravans of shining stars Strewn out by God across the dark expanse; Those days when he believed — when he still loved! Divine Creation’s fortunate first-born! [Mairon, the Maia of Aulë] He knew no spiteful enmity, no doubt, Nor was his mind yet menaced by the thought Of barren ages in an endless train… So much, so much was his, that all of it He hadn’t strength enough to recollect!

Long since expelled from Heaven, he now roamed The desert of this world, without repose; One age after another passed for him Just as the minutes pass for humankind: In an unending and unchanging stream. And in dominion o’er this paltry earth, He sowed great evil — but without delight. [corrupted by Melkor/Morgoth] For nowhere did this artistry of his Meet with resistance in the hearts of men — And he grew tired of evil’s tedium.

2. First Meeting with the Princess

A great and lofty house, a sprawling court, [the raft] Did grizzled old Gudal decree be built. Much toil and many tears did that house cost [shipwreck] The long-enduring slaves who raised its walls. From dawn, its shadow creeps across the slopes Of mountains ’round the rock whereon it looms; And in that rock a staircase has been hewn, Descending from a turret to the stream; And down those stairs — a glimmer, now and then — A figure hurries, in a cloak of white: It is the princess — young Tamara [Galadriel] — who Descends to the Aragvi with her pail. [ship to Valinor]

Indeed: the Demon saw her. In a flash Some agitation inexplicable Arose within him, not to be denied; The silent desolation of his soul Was filled now by a glad, salvific sound — And once again he knew the sanctity Of love, of all that’s good and beautiful! Long, long did he now linger to admireThe precious spectacle — and long-dead dreamsOf his past glory, like an endless chain.Of star strung after star strung after starProcessed before his eyes as he looked on. And, shackled by some great but unseen force, He grew acquainted with a newfound pain: For sentiment began to speak within Him — in his long-abandoned native tongue. Were all these signs but preludes of rebirth? [redemption] His menaced heart sought refuge in his mind, And scoured it for shrewd and sneering words — But no! Forgetting was forbidden him By God. Indeed, he wished not to forget!

Down at the river raging far below — Here every step was fraught with threat of death! Great cliffs loomed to the left — and, to the right, The fatal torrent roared, tempestuous. [tempest at sea] It had grown late. Upon the snowy peak The blush burned out. An evening mist arose... And so the caravan picked up its pace.

3. The Dead Groom [Husband]

But on this day a great feast is at hand; The zurna sounds as wine begins to flow. Soon old Gudal [Finarfin] will see his daughter wed; He bade the whole clan gather for the feast. There, on the roof, with carpets rich bespread, The young bride sits among her friends, and laughs; With carefree games and songs her wedding eve Goes by. And evening falls: from distant peaks The half-disc of the sun still spills its rays; The revelers, now clapping rhythmically, Burst out in song, and watch the lovely bride Take up her tambourine and start to dance. Behold, how with her hand so delicate She twirls the tambourine above her head — One moment fluttering just like a bird, The next she sinks, alights — and, looking round, Her moist eyes glimmer softly from beneath [...] This was the last time she would ever dance. She well imagined what the future held — Alas! — for Gudal’s heir and only child [Galadriel is Finarfin's only daughter, and only surviving child], For one as used to freedom as was she: The woeful station of a wife enslaved; A homeland, new and as of yet unknown, And equally unknown [Doriath, Middle-earth] — her husband’s kin [Celeborn, prince of Doriath] So, now and then, a surreptitious doubt Obscured the smiling features of her face; And yet her every movement, as she danced, Was so full of expression and of grace, Of effortless and sweet simplicitiy,

Galadriel: Celeborn was his name. We met in a glade of flowers. I was dancing and he saw me there. Theo: You were dancing? Galadriel: The war seemed so very far away then. When he went to it, I chided him. His armor didn't fit properly. I called him a silver clam. I never saw him again after that. Rings of Power, "The Eye", 1x07

4. Demon In Love

In drops of water glistening like pearls, Upon a body beautiful as hers! Nor has the hand of any mortal man Been blessed to dance across a lover’s brow And unbraid hair as sumptuous as this. No! Never, since the loss of paradise — [the light of the lost Two Trees of Valinor shines on Galadriel's hair] I swear it! — had a flower such as she Spread wide its petals ’neath the southern sun.

For lo, the Demon, clever in deceit, Did rile his fancy with a guileful dream, And in his mind, concealed by darkest night, His lips caressed the lips of his new bride.

“Cry not, dear child, cry not — you cry in vain! Your precious tears will not, like living dew, Fall vivifying on that voiceless corpse: Their water will but blur your brilliant gaze, Their fire will but burn your virgin cheeks! Your groom is far away; he will not see The grief you bear, nor will he know its worth; The fleshless gaze of his transfigured eyes Is now caressed by Heaven’s blessed light; His ears now hear the songs of Paradise… What are the trifling dreams of earthly life, The moans, the tears of some unhappy girl, To one who knows undying happiness? No, no, my dear! A mortal being’s death — My earthbound angel, please believe my words! — Could never, ever be deserving of A single moment of your precious grief! [Sauron sees Galadriel's grief, and asks for her forgiveness]

5. The Demon Reveals Itself

Tamara - Who are you? Oh, how dire the words you speak! Did heaven send you to me, or did hell? What do you want?… The Demon - How beautiful you are! Tamara - No, tell me who you are! Give answer, now..!

The Demon: I am the one whose voice you heard before Amidst the silence of the midnight hour — The one whose thoughts were whispered to your soul, And whose unending sadness you discerned. I am the one whose form you saw in dreams; I am the one whose very gaze kills hope; I am that wretched one whom no one loves; I am the scourge of all my earthbound slaves; I am the king of knowledge — freedom, too; The enemy of heaven, nature’s bane. And now, behold — I fall upon your feet, And bring to you — you, whom I so admire — A quiet prayer of neverending love, I bring to you the first pain I have felt, The first tears I have shed upon this earth. Oh! Hear me — only out of pity! — For You must know: you could, with but a tender word, Restore me unto heaven, unto good; And, in the sacred mantle of your love Once clothed, I would in love arise anew, A newborn angel, newly radiant. Oh! Only hear me out, I pray you, please! — I am your slave — And now declare my love! The moment when I first set eyes on you, I first began to secretly despise My immortality, my evil might; Despite myself, I first came to desire The incomplete and earthly joys of men; It pained me not to live the life you know — And how I dreaded life apart from you! Thus in my bloodless heart a sudden ray Of light has broken forth, to shine, to live — While all my sorrow, deep in that old wound, Keeps stirring, like a serpent long asleep. What is eternity, without you there? What good, the boundlessness of my domain? They’re nothing, save for empty, ringing words, A sprawling church — with no divinity! Tamara: Begone, O clever spirit! Leave me be, And speak no more! I cannot trust you, friend! O Lord, Creator, hear me!… What is this? I cannot pray!… My poor deluded mind Is by some deadly venom overcome! Your words would doom me to the fires of Hell, Your words are fire and poison, nothing more... [Sauron reveals himself to Galadriel]

6. The Demon Temptation (he asks the Princess to help him achieve redemption)

There is an ocean vast, ethereal, Where without rudders, without masts or sails, Drift effortlessly, through eternal mists, The graceful choirs of luminaries bright; Across the boundlessness of heaven’s fields Roam sinuous and sheep-like flocks of clouds Intangible, and leaving not a trace; The hour of parting, or reunion’s hour Means neither joy nor misery to them; For they no longing for the future know, Nor do they feel regret about the past. You too, my dear, need only think of them On days of harrowing adversity; Be too, like them, without a single care, Without concern for any earthly thing! [Sauron tempt Galadriel into joining him]

7. The Demon torments the Princess

As soon as night, its somber shroud outspread, Obscures the towering Caucasian peaks, And the entire world below, bewitched By some enchanted word, falls still, And nothing moves, save for some withered grass Stirred by the wind that steals along a cliff And soon inspires a bird that shelters there To spread its wings and flutter in the dark, [Galadriel is tormented by visions of Sauron, via Nenya]

For surely you have noticed: day by day I’m wilting, victim of some poison vile! A clever spirit surely torments me With some dark dream that I cannot resist; I’m lost, my end is near — take pity, please! [Tamara tells her kin she's being tormented by a "clever spirit" and needs to escape it = Galadriel tells the same to Elrond]

8. The Demon visits the Princess

While far below, beneath the vineyard vines, Insatiably imbibing heaven’s dew, A flower spreads its petals in the night — As soon, I tell you, as the golden moon Ascends the sky in silence o’er the peaks, To steal a loving glance at you, my dear... It’s then that I’ll come flying to your side, And linger with you till the morning star, And waft delightful dreams of purest gold Upon the silken lashes of your eyes...” [Sauron comes for Galadriel, at last, in Season 2]

And then the wondrous voice withdrew from her, And, word by word, its music died away; Now startled, she jumps up and looks around... A painful longing, inexpressible, Now seized her breast; and nothing, next to this, Was any sadness, fear, or ecstasy: Her every passion seethed within her heart; It was as if her soul had burst its chains, And flames were coursing through her every vein — [Sauron stabs Galadriel with Morgoth's crown]

And that same voice, so gloriously new, Seemed still to resonate from ear to ear. Near morning, at long last, a longed-for sleep Sank down and shut her weary, reddened eyes; But sleep too stirred her disconcerted thoughts With some uncannily prophetic dream: A visitor had come from far away, And, radiant with rays of unseen suns,

He stood there, gently bowed above her bed; He stood there — and his loving gaze beheld Her with such sadness, with such tenderness — And with, it seemed, compassion most profound. This was no angel sent there from on high; No guardian ordained for her by God; No halo spun from iridescent rays Adorned the locks that ringed that handsome face. Nor yet was this some awful fiend of Hell, Enduring torment for his many sins — No, no! He looked like lucid evening — Not night, not day — not dark, not light!

8. The Princess choses "death" to resist the Demon

Give up your child, bereft of sanity, To the most holy convent’s certain care, Wherein our Lord and Savior all sustains; Before His Face I’ll pour my every tear. No smiles, no joys are left me in this world… Like relics shrouded in serenity, May I too find the shelter of a cell — As of a tomb — long, long before my time…” [Galadriel jumps to her death to escape Sauron]

9. The Princess is sent to a Sanctuary by her kin, to protect her from the Demon

So, to a monastery far away [future Rivendell]Her kinfolk [Elves] sorrowfully sent the girl,And there in modest clothes, from sackcloth sewn, She humbly wrapped her ever youthful breast.

9. In spite of her prayers, the Demon's temptation and her desire for him still endure on her heart

But still, beneath her nun’s attire — just as It had beneath a dress of patterned gold — That same illicit, sinful fantasy Kept beating in her heart, unfadingly. Before the altar, in the candlelight; Amidst her solemn, sacred songs of praise;

Amidst her prayers, the same familiar voice Would oft assail her ears with tempting words. Along the gloomy temple’s mighty vault, A shape she seemed to know would sometimes glide, Without a noise, with no trace left behind, Through clouds of incense rising weightlessly. He shone there, silent, like a star, and lured Her, called to her... Where would he have her go?

What happens next in the poem? Hypothetical predictions for Season 3?

1. The Demon lingers around the sanctuary

In the poem, the Demon goes to the monastery to claim the princess. At first, he hesitates and does not dare to enter, and “violate their blessed sanctity”: 

A shroud ethereal of evening mist In darkness clothes the sleeping Georgian hills. True to his custom, in the still of night, The Demon flew about the cloister walls. But for a long, long while he didn’t dare To violate their blessed sanctity. Indeed — if for a moment — he seemed poised To cast aside his merciless intent. There, lost in thought beside that lofty wall, He paced about — and where his footsteps fell, The leaves would tremble in the windless shade. Again he lifts his gaze: again he stares Into her window, where the lamp still shines: [the sun still shines?] Long has she waited, waited for someone! And then, amidst the all-embracing quiet, Some graceful fingers strum the chonguri, And suddenly a lovely song resounds; Its notes drift forth, and play without respite, As measuredly as tear falls after tear. So tender, so exquisite was the song That it might well have come here from on high, Composed in heaven for this sinful earth! How like an angel’s voice — an angel who Desired to see some long-lost friend below, And secretly descended from the clouds To sing to that dear friend of days gone by To lend some sweetness to their suffering... And thus love’s ache, love’s longing restlessness, First pierced the Demon’s heart — and, knowing now The fear that love entails, he wished to flee, To flee — and yet his wings refused to move! What miracle is this? A heavy tear Falls from his faded eyes — falls to the ground — And to this very day, outside that cell, Beneath that window, one can see a stone Burned straight through by a tear as hot as fire — By an infernal and inhuman tear!

2. The Demon's love for the Princess is too strong for him to stay away

Eventually, the Demon decides to enter the sanctuary, and confess his love for her: 

He enters now — his heart prepared to love, His soul no longer shutting out the good, Believing that a long-awaited life — A new life — a new day — was now to dawn. The vague anxiety of boundless hope, The fear that lurks in mute uncertainty — These unfamiliar feelings filled his soul, These feelings known to all who have known love. Alas, they did but augur things to come!

3. The Demon fights a God's messenger to get to the Princess (and wins)

When the Demon enters the sanctuary, he discovers a "agent of God" is there, protecting the princess’s soul against him:

He enters, looks — and looming there, beholds God’s messenger, the guardian angel who Stood watch above that sinner beautiful, His brow bathed in a pure celestial light, His smile impassive, and his shining wings Protecting her from her soul’s enemy; And suddenly a ray of Heaven’s light Shone forth and smote the Demon’s unclean eyes; Where words of love might have caressed his ears, An onerous reproach now thundered forth: “O restless spirit, full of wickedness, Who called you here in midnight’s tranquil dark? There are none in this place who worship you; Nor has the breath of evil breeched these walls. Dare not transgress, dare not in sin draw near To one I hold in love and sanctity. I bid you speak: who summoned you?” To this, The evil spirit glowered in reply, His gaze now burning red with jealousy; And in his demon’s soul again was stirred That age-old poison — hatred of the good. “She’s mine!” he bellowed, with abysmal might. “Abandon her, for I have laid my claim — While you, her guardian, have come too late, And you are not to judge her, or judge me. Upon her heart, replete with sinful pride, I have already set my awful seal; There’s nothing sacred here for you to save; Here, I am master now; here I now love!” The Angel, overcome, with eyes downcast, Looked one last time upon the wretched girl, And slowly, beating high his shining wings, He rose, and plunged into a sea of light.

4. The Demon confesses his eternal love for the Princess

Coming out victorious of his fight against this “Angel of Light”, the Demon eventually gets to the princess, and confesses his eternal love for her: 

Tamara - So why, why do you now profess your love? The Demon - Why do I love you, lovely girl? Alas, I do not know myself! I only know That, full of newfound life, from my vile brow I’ve finally removed my crown of thorns, And cast it — all that was — into the dust. My heaven and my hell are in your eyes; I love you with an otherworldly fire; I love you in a way you cannot love: With all the ecstasy, with all the force Of thoughts immortal, and immortal dreams. For since the world began, deep in my soul, Your captivating image was engraved; Long did that image drift, beyond my reach, Through the eternal ether’s wilderness; Long, long disquieting my every thought, The sweet name you now bear did sound to me; And in those days of bliss, in paradise, You were the only blessing that I lacked. Oh, if, poor girl, you could but understand What neverending anguish I have known! [...]

5. The Princess is conflicted: she loves the Demon but wants to be on God's side

The princess still resists the Demon, and accuses him for stealing her peace, and tormenting her, but she’s conflicted because she’s in love and wants the Demon in her heart:

Tamara - Hush, hush, someone might hear us! The Demon - We’re alone. Tamara - But God sees all! The Demon - He will not deign to look: He has eyes but for Heaven — not for earth! Tamara - And what of punishment? The fires of Hell? The Demon - What of them? You will share their flame with me! Tamara - Be who you may, my uninvited friend — You’ve robbed me of my peace forever... Yet — Poor sufferer! — I cannot help but hear Your tale of sorrow with a secret joy.  But what awaits me if your feeling’s feigned? Or what if you, concealing some deceit... Have mercy, please! What love do I deserve? Of what good is my wretched soul to you? Could I mean any more to God above Than all the girls who did not draw your eye? Alas, they too are good, and beautiful, Their chaste sheets too, like those on this nun’s bed, Were never crumpled by a mortal hand... No! You must swear a sacred oath to me... You must tell me — for you can see my tears; You can discern this sinful woman’s dreams! How could you help but strike fear in my soul? But still — you understand, you know all things, And surely you will show me charity! So, swear to me... That, from this moment forth, You do renounce all things acquired in vice — Or can it really be that there remain No oaths or promises you will not break?

6. The Demons promises to abandon his evil pursuits, if he can have the Princess' soul, for them to be together

Then, the Demon makes the ultimate love confession, in which he swears to abandon all of his evil pursuits for her, and take her to heaven, where they can be together:

The Demon - I swear to you now — by creation’s dawn, I swear to you now — by its final day, I swear by evil’s base ignominy, And by the triumph of eternal truth, And by the bitter torment of defeat, And by the short-lived dream of victory; And by the hope of seeing you again, By separation menacing anew. I swear to you now by the spirit hosts, And by the fate of demons in my thrall, And by the swords of angels passionless — Those ever-watchful enemies of mine; I swear to you by Heaven and by Hell, By all that’s holy on this earth — by you: I swear to you now by your final glance, And by the first tear that you ever shed, And by the breath of your unspiteful lips, By every ringlet of your silken locks; I swear to you by bliss, by suffering — And more than all of this: I swear by love. I now renounce my lust for cold revenge; I now renounce my every prideful thought; From this day forth, false words of flattery I will not pour, like poison, in men’s ears; My inmost wish is to be reconciled With God. I want to love, I want to pray, I want now to believe — believe in good. With this repentful tear, I’ll wipe away — Upon a brow now worthy of your love — The ashen traces left by Heaven’s fire; And may this world, in placid ignorance, Live on, and prosper — I’ll not interfere! Believe me, lovely girl! I am the first To understand you, and to know your worth. In choosing you as my most sacred prize, I choose to lay my power at your feet. But for an instant of your gift of love, I offer you all of eternity. Have faith, Tamara, in my constancy, My greatness both in evil and in love — For I, the ether’s freedom-loving son, Will transport you to realms above the stars, And you will be the empress of the sky, My sole companion, and my only love; And there — without regret, without concern — You’ll soon regard this earth for what it is: A place where no true joy is to be found, Nor any beauty that is long of life; A place of naught but sin and sin’s reward; A place where only petty passion dwells, A place that’s home to no one capable Of hating — or of loving — without fear. Or do you truly not know what it is — The momentary love of humankind? The youthful agitation of the blood? But as the days race by, the blood grows cold! Do lovers long endure when forced apart? Who can resist the lure of novelty? Who can withstand the boredom, the fatigue Of indefatigable fantasy? No! Not for you, my love, are all these things! Nor yet has cruel Fate ordained for you To waste away in these repressive walls, A slave to others’ jealous crudity, Amidst the meager-spirited and cold, Amidst false friends and outright enemies, Amidst your anxious fears and fruitless hopes, Amidst your empty and oppressive toil! No! Woefully, behind these lofty walls, You’ll not live on, your passion’s flame snuffed out, Amidst orisons, equally removed From the divine and from humanity. No, no, my lovely creature: You were meant For an entirely different kind of life; A different sort of suffering awaits, As do the depths of other, unknown joys. Abandon all your previous desires, And leave this wretched world unto its fate — And in exchange, I’ll open up for you Proud knowledge’s unplumbable abyss; A host of spirits, bound to me in thrall, I’ll cast before your feet, to serve your whim; To you, my beautiful, my love, I’ll give Maidservants magical and light as air; And for your head, from off an eastern star I’ll wrest a brilliant crown of purest gold; I’ll rob some flowers of their midnight dew, And set them in that crown like precious pearls; I’ll steal some crimson from the setting sun, And wrap it tenderly about your waist; I’ll saturate the very air you breathe With breath of flowers fragrant and pristine; And every minute I’ll caress your ears With wondrous notes of otherworldly strings; I’ll raise exquisite mansions; you will dwell In halls from turquoise and from amber wrought; I’ll swim down to the bottom of the sea, I’ll soar beyond the heavens’ highest clouds; I’ll give you all, all that the earth can give — Just love me!..

7. The Demon kisses the Princess, and takes her soul

The Demon kisses the princess and she dies.

And with that, he dared to touch His lips, aflame with an infernal fire, To hers, which trembled as they met his kiss. Her pious supplications had been met By words filled with the power to seduce; A mighty gaze now looked into her eyes, And scorched her. In the darkness of the night, He shone forth, looming high above her now, A deadly blade — yet irresistible. Alas! The evil spirit did prevail! The deadly venom of the Demon’s kiss In but an instant pierced her fragile breast. A terrible and torment-laded cry Now rent the silence of that tranquil night. That cry held everything: both love and pain, Both accusation and one final plea, A last farewell, pronounced in hopelessness — A farewell to her still-young earthly life

8. The God's messenger returns to fight the Demon for the Princess' soul.

The Demon has the princess's soul, now. But the "Angel of Light" returns to fight him. And the princess, seeing the Demon's true form, is now terrified of him, and sides with her guardian angel, instead.

Amidst a blue, ethereal expanse A holy angel sent by God above Flew onward, borne aloft by wings of gold, And bearing, in his merciful embrace, A sinful soul far from the world below. And with his mild and blessed words of hope He drove away the soul’s remaining doubts, And with his tears of love he washed from it All trace of misdeed, and of suffering. And from afar, the songs of paradise Already reached their ears — when suddenly, Abruptly cutting off the path ahead, A hellish spirit rose from the abyss, As savage as a roaring whirlwind’s rage, Yet shining like a bolt of lightning bright — And proudly, in his mad audacity, He bellowed at the angel: “She is mine!” And, holding back its terror with a prayer, Tamara’s sinful but repentant soul Pressed close against its guardian angel’s chest — For its eternal future was at stake. Again the Demon loomed before her — but, Dear God, could she have recognized him now? For how malicious had his eyes become! And how corrupted by the deathly blight Of enmity that never, ever ends! And how sepulchral was the blast of cold That issued from that dead, unmoving face! “Begone, O somber spirit of despair!” God’s mighty angel thundered in response. “You were allowed to triumph for a time, But now the time has come for God to judge, And in His judgment He is merciful; The days of tribulation now are past; As from her earthly robe of sinful flesh, She has at last been freed from evil’s chains. Know this: long have we here awaited her! For hers was one of those souls so designed To live a life that lasts but for a flash, A life of torment unendurable, A life of unattainable delight: From finest ether the Creator wove The living fabric of these precious souls; They were not fashioned for the world below, For was the world below devised for them! This weary soul has paid a cruel price For all the doubts it harbored while on earth... Above all, though, it suffered, and it loved — And Heaven’s gates stand open now — for love!” And with forbidding eyes the angel looked Once more upon the Demon come to tempt, And, with a joyous wingbeat rising high, He plunged into the radiance of heaven. The vanquished Demon could do naught but curse His dreams long-cherished  — his demented dreams! For once again he found himself alone — Alone, alone in all the universe — Without a hope — without a hope of love!

Could this, actually, play out in "Rings of Power"?

The answer is yes.

Sauron (in spiritual form or through visions, illusions or dreams) lingers around Rivendell (or Lindon), looming over Galadriel, calling for her (or something of that sort); 

The Elves would somehow realize this; and Gandalf comes into the picture to help (he’s a “Angel of Light” and a “agent of God”, literally, as Maia of Manwë); 

Eventually, Sauron arrives, in the flesh, to take the Three Elven rings of power and claim Galadriel as his; 

He fights with Gandalf (the guardian over Galadriel), and wins; 

He gets to Galadriel: he wants to take her to the Unseen world, where they can be together;

Galadriel succumbs to Sauron/darkness, at last, and he takes her spirit to the Unseen world, where she sees his true form (like Mirdania in 2x04), for the first time, and realises just how evil and corrupted he truly is (no chance of redemption);

Gandalf arrives to fight Sauron in the Unseen world (because he's also from that realm, and has the power to do this), and wins.

Galadriel realises her mistake, and terrified of Sauron's true form, sides with Gandalf/The Light.

By having Galadriel taken away from him, Sauron sinks into the depths of despair and suffering, and fully embraces pure evil as the new “Dark Lord” (forges the One ring?), and in Season 4, we would see him doing the most diabolical stuff yet, in Númenor (human sacrifices in worship of Morgoth to piss off the Valar).

[girlactionfigure]

Emma Lazarus

Born on 1849 in New York City to a family of Portuguese Sephardic Jewish descent whose roots extended to the very early days of NYC as a British colonial city.

Lazarus was the poet who wrote in 1883 "The New Colossus" - the famous poem that greets new immigrants to America till this day.

“...Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips.

"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

With those words, the Statue of Liberty was given life and purpose beyond that of a monument to liberal ideals, becoming a beacon of hope for the refugees seeking freedom from the terror of persecution.

The poem was placed on the Statue of Liberty in 1903 (after her death).

Aside from writing, Lazarus was also involved in charitable work for refugees.

At Ward's Island, she worked as an aide for Jewish immigrants who had been detained by Castle Garden immigration officials.

She was deeply moved by the plight of the Russian Jews she met there and these experiences influenced her writing.

The Jewish themes she had never dealt with before erupted in her work.

Emma Lazarus died November 19, 1887 (aged 38) in New York City, most likely from Hodgkin's lymphoma.

Lazarus was buried in Beth Olam Cemetery in Brooklyn.

Her papers are kept by the American Jewish Historical Society, Center for Jewish History, and her letters are collected at Columbia University.

Jewish History, Jewish Culture & Spirit

[monsterblogging]

Quotes from the Pacific Rim commentary re: Guillermo del Toro's aesthetic decisions

"You cannot do world creation without filling in with texture and detail."

...

"People think that world creation - movie, for example - is the big gestures. But it isn't. It's all this small details. Look at the markings. Look at the vehicles that open the doors. Look at the banners and the markings in the crawler that moves the robot. Everything is full of detail. We designed this."

....

"We going to what I call gothic tech, or goth tech. Which is to go right away into a world that is rusting, that is in decay, where you have the concrete is cheap, the paint is chipping off, the armors in the robots is dented, it's sort of pitted and they feel like knights, like these ancient knights, and we start accumulating, for example, atmosphere."

...

"I wanted the movie to be very romantic, but not romantic in the Harlequin novel sense or the romance novel sense of the word. I wanted it to be romantic in its epicness. You know, I wanted it to feel like an opera. I wanted it to feel dramatic. So instead of doing this in a well-lit street in New York I wanted this first fight to happen in an almost like, the middle of a romantic painting, like Caspar David Friedrich is a romantic painter I adore. And I wanted very much for it to happen in the rain in the middle of a tempest in an ocean where the waves are crashing into them. And the water throughout the movie becomes an incredibly complex expressive element."

...

"We're going to go from the biggest, the widest, to the little bug of a pilot crawling out of the helmet. Isolate Raleigh. You know, we isolate Raleigh. I'm telling the story: Look at the markings on his suit, the burn marks on his skin, those are going to become scars that he's going to carry for the rest of the movie. And I'm telling you this is when we started losing. This was the price for arrogance, this was the price for youth, and we're staining the white with red. I'm trying to build a character not just by the work of the actor, but by the storytelling with audiovisual elements."

...

"And look at this, Raleigh's all introduced in this one color, he'd golden, gold colors, and he's all coated in warm greens and earth tones and the light that is bathing him is always golden, and it's about that color coming together with Mako's dominant color, and Pentecost in this case, which is connected with Mako, which are blue."

...

"So this, we come to the scene where they meet for the first time. And I have color-coded this scene entirely in those two colors, in the blue and the ambers. You know, the bright ambers and the blue, the sort of cyan blue. And this is Mako meeting Raleigh, so the entire thing needs to be color-coded like that. And Mako's blue, because I'm making her origin to the kaiju, the kaiju blue, the blood of the kaiju - but also you will see in a few minutes a memory. A memory that is all color-coded in blue and splashes of red in her past as a child. And that blue has stained her hair. Even her hair has this strands of blue because she cannot get rid of that memory. She carries it in her."

...

"We color-coded, for example, the Chinese robot, we color-coded it red and gold and is patterned after medieval armor, and it needs to feel Chinese in essence, it needs to respond to martial arts movements; its musical theme is very strong."

...

"And here again we have now a robot, a Jaeger, that is designed, a mech that is designed to resemble a T-series Russian tank, color-coded like that, with like a cooling tower from a nuclear reactor on top."

...

"And we introduce Striker Eureka, the Australian Jaeger, which is designed a little bit like an all-terrain vehicle and color-coded with the outback camouflage colors and is the most masculine of the robots, of the Jaegers, of the mech, and is very much testosterone-driven."

...

"We talked about the color red; well, here it becomes very important. We have these characters fighting that is very very color-coded to be warm; we have a lot of reddish art direction here. We color-coded this arena in black and red. The stakes, the wood, the machines, the color of the light hitting the machines, the symbols on the wall, everything is permeated with red. Because again, I wanted red to symbolize sort of the heart. And Mako's going to find her heart and Raleigh's going to find his heart, or life, by connecting with Mako. We saw him bleeding - the last time we saw red with any importance other than the Chinese robot was when he was bleeding in the beach."

...

"And again, red coming in and linking these three characters; these three characters are the heart of the movie, you know. And blood for nobility and mortality is what makes us human. And Pentecost and Raleigh and Mako are the heart of the film."

...

"And now we start bringing, literally, bringing the crazy colors into the film. I wanted to color code this movie, bring it as close as possible to a living anime, or a living incarnation of a magazine that was very important for me growing up, which is Heavy Metal with Angus McKie, Richard Corben, Chris Foss, all these guys working with super primary colors, and I wanted to bring that saturation of colors to this, and for that I needed Hannibal Chau to meet Newt in Hong Kong."

...

"In shooting the film, we then came to the final moment and again, these three characters, Mako, Raleigh, and Pentecost, which have existed in a blue-amber world start to come to a red space, you know? This is the first time we used this red space properly in this film. Other than the Chinese robot, we were very careful with not coding anything in red. But now, at the end of the adventure, everybody's coming away. And at the end of the life, at the end of their life, that is Mako, Raleigh, everybody's gonna find this light is red. And now I can talk to you about the way I sort of organized the three fights for Raleigh. I wanted one fight with the kaiju to be the fight where he loses someone. He loses his brother in the beginning. That's where he bleeds red, you know? Then the second fight in Hong Kong is where he gains a partner. He loses a partner in the first fight, he gains a partner on the second fight. And in this final fight, he saves that partner. So, it's a full circle. I show him in the construction area in the beginning sitting in a sort of throne of concrete, if you remember, when he meets Pentecost; he made an incomplete circle. And here he completes that circle."

[omnicviolence]

hrm..,. you keep sending me back here luv

rain ghoul ids.,.,? and or mountain ids ? staring w large eyes .

pees in ur tea hehe okay :3

Rain Ghoul (Ghost) ID pack under the cut!

boy why u so gnarpy

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

Misty, Fog, Cloud, Coraline, Skye, Anemone, Aureole, Breeze, Brooke, Creek, Lake, Puddle, Pond, Scirocco*, Tempest, Talia**, Azure, Marina, Shiver, Pacific, Sunlight, Twilight, Midnight, Abyss, Hadal

*italian, **russian

　◞◟　PRONOUNS　✦

Drop/Let, Drip/Drop, Drip/Drips, Drop/Drops, Sea/Sear, Wave/Waves, Water/Waters, Wade/Wades, Drizzle/Drizzles, Foam/Foams, Reef/Reefs, Fin/Fins, Tide/Tides

　◞◟　TITLES　✦

The Swimmer, The Underwater Ghoul, The Saltwater/Freshwater Ghoul, The Ghoul Of The Moon, [Prn] Who Swims, [Prn] Who Is Underwater, [Prn] Who Is Curious, [Prn] Of Unseen Depths, [Prn] Who Hides Beneath The Waves, [Prn]’s Innocence

　◞◟　IDs　✦

Seaic , Shelsonatic , Oceanusolic , Waterelementic , Seadraconic , Ocean-Demonic , Oceanbodiment , Genderocean , Seaflooric , Maristrocen , Bubblegender , Sirekenic , Creautrelle , Marizonefluid

[le-brave-des-braves]

《 @perdicinae-observer 》 A gust of cold wind blew behind Ney's back. At first, it was barely noticeable ― like gentle caresses of snowflakes on his cheek and in his hair ― until it began to pick up in speed. A small vortex began to form and sounds of a raging tempest emanated from the whirlwind before it dissipated, revealing a manteau-clad Davout...who looked reasonably stunned from the change in scenery and frankly like a man who just went through Russia the second time. Staring at his colleague in disbelief, Davout loosened his grasp on his carbine in one hand and cast a sunken glance at the beverage in the other. Something clicked. He turned back to the man in front of him.

...Ney?

Davout? What the hell… How did you get in here? You look like shit. Anything… ehm. Afterlife-y happened?

He is concerned for one of the men he in the end could call a friend even after the Russian tragedy.

Come in. You look like you are about to freeze.

[dramoor]

A PRAYER

"Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.

May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of a quiet river, when a light glowed within me, and I promised my early God to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years.

Spare me from bitterness and from the sharp passions of unguarded moments. May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. 

Though the world knows me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with myself.

Lift up my eyes from the earth, and let me not forget the uses of the stars.  Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself. 

Let me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk calmly in my path.

Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the  kindly light of hope.

And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening's twilight find me gentle still."

~Max Ehrmann

(Photo © dramoor 2014 Russian countryside)

[fcrox]

He was a lion among the weak, a tempest among a calm forest; the hidden shadow waiting to strike. Always. A smile that concealed as much as it revealed, and eyes that wove riddles instead of offering answers. He was a man weaving gold thread out of rubble and dirt.

✧ threads ✧ about ✧ headcanon ✧ the mail ✧ ✧ aesthetics ✧ musings ✧ connections ✧ mirror ✧

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Amycus Harlow Carrow

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Carrow, Crow, Myc (hates it), Amy

AGE: Twenty Seven

BIRTH DATE: April 1st, 1952

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Man. He/him

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Townhouse, London

OTHER: Carrow Manor, Cottage outside of Hogsmeade

OCCUPATION: Alchemist, Owns a shop in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley with alchemical portals connecting them, called Aureum Solis

PETS: Titus (northern hawk owl)

WAND: Walnut, Dragonheart string, 13 1/2, hard flexibility

PATRONUS: Osprey

BOGGART: a cage for all eternity

AMORTENTIA: unknown.

SCENT: gun powder, chamomile, caramel

INSPIRATION

SONG: Insane by Black Gryph0n, Ruthlessness by Steven Rodriguez, Like you mean it by Steven Rodriguez, Villain by K/DA, Blood sweat and tears by Arcane/Sheryl Lee Ralph, The Line by Twenty One Pilots, Time by Hans Zimmer

PINTEREST: to be added here !!

AESTHETIC: The shimmer of gold, the darkness of a starless night, the echo of sound from another room, a dark cave, a table of alchemy ingredients, the sound of bubbling cauldrons and flasks, a shadow shapeshifting from a shadow into purest forms of light, a shatter glass vial, the wish for immortality and a greater beyond

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Eris and Erebus Carrow.

SIBLINGS: Alecto Carrow (twin sister).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: Rabastan Lestrange (brother-in-law).

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Charms Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Alchemy, Potions, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Transformation, Charms

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Welsh, Spanish, Russian

OTHER LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes (reading)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde/Light Brown

HEIGHT: 5'11"

SCARS: dddd

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: Very High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent), Non-Verbal Magic (decent), Fiendfyre Casting and control (expert), Alchemical Knowledge (decent, adept, seeking to become an expert)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Creative, Patient, Cunning, Determined, Invested

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Vicious, Duplicitous, Manipulative, Stubborn

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Born April 1st, 1952 Amycus came into the world shortly before his sister, Alecto. A fact he holds over her to this day, the wizard is and always has been more than proud thinking himself to be the older of the two. And the more emotional twin.

His childhood was spent with the education of every pureblood wizard, the standard curriculum that one would follow until the day that the Hogwarts letter would arrive. By then Amycus already knew both the expectations of others as well as his own wishes and needs. Early on her found himself drawn to the art of alchemy, the magic behind it. At the end of the day wasn’t it the one true way that the world was woven?

Upon his arrival at Hogwarts young Amycus was sorted into Slytherin, found himself at home and granted his parents’ approval on the matter. He found himself a group of friends, never having to look back. Beyond that it was immediately clear that he’d taken a liking to certain matters and over the years Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and eventually Alchemy became part of his class roster and daily schedule. There was something drawing him in, into the art of turning one thing into another. To him any of those topics and classes inevitably ended with exactly that, whether it was the simple transfiguration of one item to another or the way charms seemed to adjust the flow of things, all the way down to the way alchemy seemed to have the power to take one element only to replace it with another. It was magic in its purest form.

And so, upon graduation, Amycus found an apprenticeship with an alchemist. He was dedicated and willing to learn, eventually become a full-fledged alchemist himself who then, years later would open his own shop, Aureum Solis. With time a second location was added, in Hogsmeade and over time a portal was constructed, his own invention outside any network.

Of course, the war did not miss the wizard. Given his family and friends, the young man found himself equally drawn to the cause of the Dark Lord. After all, wasn’t the idea of purity the path he walked as well? Amycus was ambitious, and so he joined up with the others and eventually received the Dark Mark. The wizard doesn’t deny his involvement in the cause, if asked but is also smart enough not to parade the fact around.

Over recent years the older Carrow twin has managed to establish himself as one of the top alchemists for the cause. Always on the search for more, the desire to discover even the path to immortality has been added to his goals. Amycus has become someone to supply his fellow Death Eaters with things such as small smoke nades and other items. Just recently he’s discovered a way to turn almost anything to stone, wondering just what he can use that fun little party trick for.

[usafphantom2]

Czech government approves $9.8 billion for supersonic combat aircraft

Czech Gripen fighters will operate until 2035.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 12/01/2023 - 14:00 in Military

The Czech cabinet on Wednesday approved $9.8 billion in funding to finance its supersonic combat aviation by 2035, including the purchase of 24 F-35As and the continued operation of the Gripen C/D fighters now in service until they are delivered. (Photo: Saab)

This week, the Czech government approved an investment program that establishes the maximum possible expenses for the maintenance and development of supersonic aviation by 2036. The total costs were set at a maximum of 212.8 billion Czech crowns (approximately US$ 9.8 billion).

This includes the acquisition of F-35 aircraft, the continued operation of the JAS39 Gripen aircraft in service until 2035 and the construction of the necessary infrastructure. Reserves for exchange rate fluctuations and other financial and material risks are also included.

The preparation of a document called an asset reproduction program is required by law. The approval will allow the protection of the sovereignty of the Czech Republic's airspace, as well as the fulfillment of obligations to NATO and the European Union beyond the year 2050.

The Czech Republic decided to acquire 24 F-35A fighters.

The total cost of maintaining and developing the capabilities of the Czech supersonic air force is set at US$ 9.8 billion. “They do not only concern the acquisition of F-35 aircraft, but investments in the entire supersonic air force of the Czech Republic Army until 2036,” said Defense Minister Jana Cernochová. The amount also includes the use of Gripen aircraft, expected until 2035. In the same year, the new F-35 aircraft should also reach the intended operational capacity.

The program includes, for example, the acquisition of 24 F-35 aircraft, expenses to ensure the real estate infrastructure necessary for the fighter force, an estimate of the costs of renting or supporting JAS39 aircraft and a foreign exchange reserve.

The asset reproduction program is a planning document required by the Budget Regulation Law that defines the maximum financial, temporal and material framework for planned investment expenses. The total amount cannot be effectively used, but cannot be exceeded. The plans are therefore drawn up with all possible risks in mind.

Saab JAS39 Gripen fighters will continue to operate in the Czech Republic until 2035.

Each asset reproduction program includes in its financial framework the consideration of possible material and price risks, i.e. prices of materials and services, exchange rates in the case of contracts in foreign currencies and other phenomena very difficult to predict for a period of almost fifteen years.

The purchase of 5ª generation F-35 aircraft was approved by the government in September this year based on the military recommendation of the Army of the Czech Republic. Acquisition costs will be paid gradually between 2024 and 2034. The entire project was calculated at about 150 billion crowns ($6.7 billion), including the purchase of aircraft and the construction of the necessary infrastructure.

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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[halfbakedspuds]

I love how it's become a bit of a running joke in the Tempest Prince books that in a world of interdimensional horrors that hunt gods, a song which maintains reality by rending apart any possibility that should not be, and literal half-human supersoldiers, the most powerful thing is...

Jason's jacket.

The only enchantment on it is that it can morph into his hunter uniform to allow him to quickly ready up for battle, but further than that it's just a regular padded jacket that has outlived two generations of his family, multiple trans-universal trips, a newborn god with very little control over its power, being struck by the mother of all lightning bolts, and the inside of a nuclear inferno that made the Russian tsar bomba look like a static spark. And yet the only sign of damage is that the material's colour has faded slightly.

A part of me wants to have the characters acknowledge this and then be a bit evil and simply not explain how that works

[teushifts]

— The Café Playlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

the songs that we usually play at the café on repeat!

updated occasionally so be sure to come back!

Total Songs: 104

any new song to the playlist will have [NEW] next to the artists name! (these are removed after a week)

spotify playlist:

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Blue Hour - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wishlist - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crown - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ghosting - TXT [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Candy Sugar Pop - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baby - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ In Bloom - ZEROBASEONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Utopia - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Stay - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wave - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Eternal Sunshine - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Pretty U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Adore U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Healing - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Energetic - WANNA ONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine A Light - JO1

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Venus - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Radiovision - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rocketeer - INI [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Astronaut - STRAY KIDS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ring Ring Ring - VERIVERY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Changer - A.C.E

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cheer Up - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TT - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ HELLO - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GOING CRAZY - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Taste The Feeling - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad News - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad At Love - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Loving Number - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Just A Little Bit - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Can’t Stop Shining - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shout Out - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TFW (That Feeling When) - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 10 Months - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Not For Sale - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Polaroid Love - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bloom Bloom - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Keeper - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ D.D.D - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Euphoria - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anpanman - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Go Go - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cinema - CIX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Breathe - AB6IX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Like You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ How R U Today - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Lovefool - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anyway - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Fall With You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Good Bam - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - GHOST9

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Life is Beautiful - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Skydivin - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baila Conmigo - ONEUS [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ End of Spring - ONEWE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Feeling - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dance Dance - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ California - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let Me - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DamDaDi - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love Scenario - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rubber Band - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ My Flower - JBJ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Hola Hola - KARD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Model Buses - Lovejoy

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Play - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flowering - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Jogging - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rolling Rolling - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Haze - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Got U - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wonder - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Unbelievable - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flare - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Super Shy - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ETA - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Attention - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ New Jeans - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ OMG - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DITTO - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Get A Guitar - RIIZE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ON/OFF - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Popping - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Beautiful - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DO or NOT - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red Flavor - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Power Up - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ice Cream Cake - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Russian Roulette - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Magic Hour - TOZ [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ BYOB (bring your own best friend) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ RING X RING - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - Japanese Version - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love In Space - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love So Sweet - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Q&A - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Sixteen - Kim Samuel

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ What Are You Up To - Kang Daniel

[montauk-koolaid]

Friend Wrote Me a Daevite Character

While on discord chatting with @tempest-toss , One thing lead to another and we ended coming together a daevite character.

While I mainly own the character we both co-wrote her both of us own a part of the character.

~~~

Here is the starting text that Tempest had started with the character:

Name: Theodosia Altantsetseg Occupation: Botanist Affiliation: Daevites Flavor Text : A legacy flows through her veins as the her clan has survived many attacks, battles, losses, and redemptions. The plants whisper words of wisdom to her, and their life resonates deep within her, just as they did her mother and her mother before that. Unlike her ancestors, she took a path to join society, to grow with it, like a weed transforming into a powerful tree. She now lives in the city, using her skills to become a self-taught botanist. Rumors of enemies have whispered through the winds through dandelion seeds, but now she knows that she’ll be ready for anything.

I came up with the name I went with it as I want her parts to be Russian and Mongolian. Help with pointing the right direction for the occupation cause Daevites love their plant magic.

Theodosia is living in a large city countries away right now. She left her small clan to go study botany more closely and incorporate her people's magic into them.

~~~

If anyone want to ask questions to expand upon her do send it. I could add my other daevite characters into the roster as well.