#she WILL tear your city down. he WILL slay you with his tongue. his brow IS laid in thorn. like??? right???

[ioannemos]

okay wait hold on is this anything... lucy's the soldier george is the poet lockwood's the king... right??

[itsnevercasual]

Soldier, Poet, King

pairing: harry styles x fay!reader

summary: amidst a fay hunt in your village, you fled to a different town far away. a human town. wanting to keep your identity a secret, you allow the townspeople to name you angelina. you're doing fine in the town until a mysterious man appears for unknown reasons. harry. and you don't trust him one bit.

warnings: cursing, violence, a religion similar to christianity gets bashed (not actual christianity though), magic (duh), angst, slowburn, some triggering topics such as abuse, murder, and sa.

—

thankfully, harry didn’t have to wait long to spot angelina, or angel, again.

he was wandering around the square, looking at the different merchants, when he heard that silky smooth voice.

“in my old village, we had a story.”

“what story!” the children gathered around her cheered. she was sitting on the well, and harry almost worried that she’d fall back, into the well.

“it was a legend about three people.. and we had a little song for it, too.”

“sing the song, miss angelina!”

“sing it!”

she laughed, “if you wish.”

she stood up on the well and began dancing around.

“there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword,” she posed as if she was holding a sword. the children giggled.

harry came closer, still lingering in the shadows.

“he will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. he will tear your city down. oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord.”

the townspeople who gathered began clapping and stomping to cheer her on.

“there will come a poet whose weapon is his word,” she bent down to the children’s level. “he will slay you with his tongue,” she snapped her fingers in a kids face. he jumped and she laughed a silvery laugh. “oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. he will slay you with his tongue. oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord.”

“there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn,” she grabbed a book from someone and set it on her head, balancing it as she walked across the cobblestone platform of the well. “smeared with oil like david’s boy. oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. smeared with oil like david’s boy. oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. he will tear your city down. oh lei, oh lai, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, lord. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai. oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh..”

and then everyone in the town shouted, “hey!”

everyone flooded out of the square and went back to their lives. their parents grabbed them and yanked them away, scowling.

angelina, however, smiled as she hopped off the well.

“the soldier, the poet, and the king,” someone commented behind her as she walked away.

she turned around to see who shocked her, and saw harry.

“you know it?”

not many human people do. it was a fay folktale from many years ago. it predicted exactly how their kind had grown scarce. the introduction of the new religion deemed them evil beings. people came to slaughter them, so as to cleanse the world of evil. the soldier. the poet was their supposed prophets who heard this all-powerful deity. the poet. their deity wore a crown of thorns. the king. the remaining fay villages still sang the song, because it could very well happen again. and they didn’t want to forget their ancestors.

“i do. it was very famous where i came from.”

she inhaled, before, “and where is that?”

“where is what?”

“where you’re from. you’ve got an accent.”

"so do you," he pointed out.

"mine is still of this country."

he hummed before answering, "overseas."

"overseas?" she gaped. she hadn't been aware there were lands overseas.

he nodded, "what about you?"

"a village. far, far away from here--"

"another world from yours," they said in unison. her head snapped to meet his gaze. he held a knowing smirk.

"how did you know i'd say that?"

"i've asked around about you."

she tensed, "why?"

"you confuse me. i'm curious."

"well, stop," she snapped before storming off.

—

she didn’t see much of harry for the next few weeks as the winds grew colder. winter solstice was approaching, and angelina very much wished she could go home for solstice.

until she got a letter from the postman.

nobody mailed her.

except…

“miss—“

she clocked the feeling of magic from this postman immediately.

“do not say my name here,” she quickly told him. she stared for a moment before recognizing him. alvaro. a fay from her village who would often find fays hiding in human towns to send them intel.

in this case, her.

“i apologize. but.. the people here do not know it. i figured it’d be safer this way.”

“right. of course. from.. the motherland.”

motherland.

her mother. that’s what they’d say so humans didn’t know they had family elsewhere.

“thank you.”

he nodded before leaving. she shut the door and went upstairs, to her rooms.

she grabbed a letter opener and broke the wax seal, making sure to preserve it. her mother had the most beautiful seals.

dearest —

she paused. someone could break into her house and read this. she skimmed the letter and made sure to block out her name anywhere it was said.

dearest —

i hope this letter finds you well. we have taken up residence in the olden lands. i couldn’t bear to not have my daughter home for solstice, —. so, i have made sure, and it is safe. please come home for solstice. i have figured out where you have taken residence in. a word of warning: be wary of those you do not know, and even more wary of those you do. it is the least expected who betray us. anyway, in order to find us, look inside your heart and find the river. follow it where your gut tells you. that is where we are.

please return by the second night before solstice celebrations. we are beginning festivities. please, do not bring friends unless fay. we cannot risk it.

love,

your mother.

she smiled. she could return home for solstice. and although the directions would’ve made no sense to anyone else, she knew exactly where her coven resided.

you see, solstice was a big deal for all fays. but fays were grouped in covens, who all worked and functioned differently. typically, most covens all had one general ability. her coven was different. her coven had all kinds of abilities. one thing that was the same for all fays, however, was that solstice was a celebration. decorations, festivals, presents, everything like that. and fays were their most powerful on solstice, so her coven had.. a ritual, of sorts. you weren’t allowed in on it until you were thirteen, so she’d only experienced one before she’d fled. she hadn’t celebrated with her coven since.

the ritual was one of gaining the power for the coven. the women would travel into the woods (the women went only because female fays tended to be stronger, and the ritual also required only women. men were allowed to watch, though. they simply couldn’t participate, and celebrate mother nature for getting through another season, and creating their kind.

in gratitude for their thanks, mother nature would give them power that they’d share with the coven.

fays were always powerful, but solstice was like a recharge. it wasn’t as if powers could fizzle out, but if a fay was either older or younger, their powers would need more refreshing.

solstice was in a month. and if they were living where she knew they had to be, it’d be a week journey, meaning she had three weeks to prepare. solstice was only one day, but festivities lasted a week—

suddenly, she had a gut feeling. see, fays had intuition. and with their coven, it was stronger than it was with any random stranger. she could sense if someone in her coven was in danger. and who it was that was in danger.

and she felt like alvaro was in danger.

she dropped the letter and ran down the stairs, and out the door of the flower shop.

she followed the pull of her magic, like a rope, until she was led into an alleyway. she hid and listened in.

“what is your business?”

“i was delivering mail! nothing else!”

“to whom?”

“i— i..”

“to me. unhand him, harry. now,” she demanded. she was right. harry was untrustworthy and dangerous.

and for some reason, harry did as she said. he removed the dagger at alvaro’s neck and pushed him away, towards angelina.

she grabbed him and pulled him behind her. she turned quickly to whisper, “go home. do not tell the others of this. i have it under control. now go.”

alvaro nodded and ran off. angelina composed herself and crossed her arms.

“is there a reason you were threatening him?”

“who sent you mail?” he fired back.

“my mother invited me home for the holidays,” she simply answered. it was a common enough occurrence.

“i didn’t take you as one to celebrate the forthcoming.”

that was the new religion’s holiday. a sad excuse for solstice. it wasn’t celebrated on solstice, but they celebrated similarly. trees and presents and festivities. only theirs lasted one day.

she shrugged, before there was a beat.

“walk with me,” he said. not a question, an order.

she sighed before following him as he walked. they began walking through town square in silence. it wasn’t too busy.

“you are a mystery,” he said.

“i don’t try to be.” a lie. she did.

“i want to know why you let everyone call you angelina.”

“a name is the definition of who a person is. if they think i’m angelina, then i’m angelina.”

“but that isn’t your birth name.”

he said it as if he already knew the answer, “no. it isn’t.”

“so it isn’t a true definition of who you are. your birth name is your definition.”

“i suppose you are right.”

after that, he dropped the subject. and began doing anything he could to make her laugh. and as she was laughing at him attempting to juggle some apples from a merchant booth, she heard a name behind her.

“angelina?” the voice was betrayed.

she tensed and turned around. aven was standing there, looking betrayed. of course, she did. she thought harry could be her suitor.

“what is wrong with you?” she asked before storming away.

“aven, wait!” she called, chasing after her.

aven stopped and whirled around. “you knew i liked him!”

“no! all i knew was that you said a man came into town and he was suitor age! i didn’t know! nothing is going on, we are only talking!”

“you’re such a liar, angelina. about everything! angelina isn’t even your name!”

even if it was true, that hurt. her lies weren’t hurting anyone. they were to protect herself.

“do not pull that aven, you know why i don’t tell people my name!”

aven had asked one day, and angelina answered.

“where i came from.. it got too dangerous. my family and i were trying to escape and i got lost. i didn’t want the people chasing us to find me.”

“no, i know the vague answer you gave me that answered nothing at all! talk to me when you’re ready to actually tell me your name.”

she stormed off, and angelina stood still, blinking away tears.

a hand grabbed her wrist and she jumped, ripping it off.

“it’s just me.”

harry.

as if that was any more comforting after he tried to slit alvaro’s throat.

she turned around. “i don’t want to see you again,” she said.

“what?”

“you just ruined the only friendship i had.”

this was irrational, she knew that. it wasn’t harry’s fault. it was hardly even her fault. but harry was dangerous and had too many questions. he was curious. and she knew he’d figure her secret out, and then she’d be dead.

“don’t do that, angel,” he warned.

“goodbye, harry,” she mumbled, turning and walking away. she was barely fifteen feet away, when he spoke again.

“i know you’re a fay.”

it was said like a threat. her blood ran cold, and she froze.

shit.

—

a/n: .. hey.. !!!!!

taglist: @boomitsallie1

[cynicalrosebud]

Soldier, Poet, Kings (TF141 x Reader)

I have a strong soft spot for poetry and I just love this song so much. Hope you enjoy this little brain worm of mine!

Song: Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos

Y/n looked around the campfire at the men who had become her entire world—Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost. It was rare to have a night like this, no missions or danger looming. Just the soft warmth of the fire, the open sky above them, and the comfort of each other's presence.

With a small smile, she plucked a few soft chords on her guitar. The song had always spoken to her, and tonight it felt right to share it with them. She began to hum, then let the lyrics spill into the quiet night.

"There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword..."

Y/n’s gaze settled on Soap first. He had always been the fighter, the one who rushed headlong into battle without hesitation. His courage was unwavering, his loyalty fierce. He was her soldier, through and through.

Soap caught her eye and gave her a knowing grin. “Aye, lass, that’s me,” he said with a playful wink, his voice warm.

She smiled back, thinking of all the times Soap had stood beside her in the thick of things, ready to protect her at any cost.

"He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh lord..."

There was a fire in him, a relentless drive that made him unstoppable on the battlefield. He could tear down anything that stood in his way, and Y/n knew that she could always count on him to fight for her—no matter the odds.

"There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word..."

Her eyes shifted to Gaz, who sat beside Soap. Gaz was quick with words, always able to defuse a situation with a clever remark or a well-timed joke. His mind was as sharp as any weapon, and Y/n admired his ability to navigate even the toughest scenarios with wit and grace.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Poet, huh? I’ll take it.” he teased, but there was a warmth in his voice that made Y/n’s heart swell.

To her, Gaz was the one who could calm the storm with just his voice, offering comfort and understanding when things got rough. He had a way of making the world feel a little less chaotic.

"He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord..."

Gaz’s words could cut just as deep as any blade, and Y/n had seen him disarm more than a few enemies with nothing more than a clever retort or a carefully chosen phrase.

"Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lord..."

As Y/n sang the chorus, her thoughts drifted to the other two men at the fire—Price and Ghost. The lyrics spoke of a king, but in her heart, she knew that they were more than kings. They were rulers—leaders who carried the weight of the world on their shoulders, who guided their team through the darkest of times.

"There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn..."

Price sat quietly, his steady presence always grounding them. He was the ruler, the leader who bore the weight of command with a quiet strength. He was the one who guided them all, who made the tough calls when no one else could.

Y/n’s gaze lingered on him, admiration filling her chest. He was the protector, the one who kept them all together. He carried the burden of leadership with grace, even when it wore him down.

Price met her gaze with a small smile, his eyes soft in the firelight. “That’s me, then?” he asked quietly, though they both knew the answer.

"Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh lord..."

The crown Price wore wasn’t a literal one—it was the heavy weight of responsibility, of making the hard decisions that no one else wanted to. He didn’t need the glory; all he needed was to keep his team safe.

And then there was Ghost. The quietest of them all, but also the one who protected her most fiercely. Ghost was neither a soldier nor a poet in the traditional sense—he was a shadow, a protector who fought in silence. His actions spoke louder than any words could.

Ghost’s eyes met hers from across the fire, his gaze unreadable behind his mask. Yet, she knew he felt the same pull that tied them all together. He didn’t need a verse—he was the constant in her life, always there when she needed him most.

In Ghost, Y/n saw a different kind of strength—a strength that didn’t seek the spotlight but rather thrived in the quiet, ensuring that no harm would come to those he cared about.

As Y/n finished the song, she set her guitar down gently, her heart feeling light. She glanced at each of the men around the fire, the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

Soap nudged her shoulder playfully, while Gaz shot her a wink from across the fire. Price gave her an approving nod, and Ghost, though silent as always, seemed to relax just a little more in the dim glow of the fire.

They were her soldier, her poet, and her rulers. Together, they had become something more—something deeper than just teammates or friends. They had become her protectors, her family, her everything.

And Y/n knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together—side by side.

[themisteriousentity]

You know, people forget that Soldier, Poet, King is a Christian song depicting different aspects of Jesus, but it sure is interesting to see that the fandom almost universally makes Dimitri the Soldier, Claude the Poet, and Edelgard the King

However, I argue a different order

*le gaspu*

Dimitri is still the soldier, but I think Claude and Edelgard should switch. I think Edelgard is the Poet and Claude is the King

Hear me out

Dimitri, we all know why he's the Soldier. I don't think we need to explain that. I don't need to get into the bible analysis, man LITERALLY tears cities down, oh lei oh lai oh lord

Edelgard is a very well spoken person. When she's actually given room to voice her ideas, despite being wrong because she's got just the tip of the iceberg of the true history, she can managed to convince almost anyone. In both games, she manages to convince most of her empire, which is FULL of very devout followers of Seiros and Sothis, to attack the Central Church and follow her lead. For a person who doesn't know much better, she's very damn convincing. She just doesn't do it very often, and she's terrible at listening when people try to counter her ideas (her argument with Dimitri and Azure Moon really highlights this when he tries to open a dialogue). But the important thing there is also that this is a role she chooses to take on in both games. If you look at the Poet, this easily relates to the start of Jesus's ministry in the bible, taking down establishments left and right on his word alone. Edelgard convinces her country to follow her on her accusations alone (as she was only 18 when she started the war and even as emperor she had to talk many ministers into following her lead or nothing would've happened without ministers like Count Bergliez and Count Hevring that she convinced), slaying the church with her tongue

Meanwhile, the King easily relates far more to Claude than the Poet. Claude doesn't really spend a lot of time convincing people of his ideals or talking them into anything aside from explaining his ambitions to Byleth and Shez, and depending on your supports in some ways to Leonie and Lorenz. Unlike Edelgard, Claude is in a situation he didn't ask for. He has a war thrust upon him and a conflict with a massive religious body that breeds prejudice to contend with. As an outsider who is deeply untrusted, he has to fight tooth and nail just to keep the Alliance whole. All the meanwhile he's constantly having insults thrust upon him by his own people, and in certain routes he's completely abandoned by one of the largest political players in his nation. The crown of thorns was not a burden Jesus chose to accept, like the burden of war Edelgard created and thrust upon the world, but was something thrusted upon him that he then had to deal with. It's easy to see that Claude never wanted to contend with this war and only stays because he HAS to, for the sake of both Almyra and Fódlan, despite knowing all he's doing is keeping things stable while not fixing the situation. But in the end he's still prepared to sacrifice everything to try and make the world better. In Houses, he even plans for his own death to protect the people of the Alliance, the people who fought against him and rejected him the most. In Hopes, he settles on working with people he fundamentally disagrees with and dislikes for the sake of protecting Fódlan. With a character progression like that, it just feels like the ruler who his brow laid in thorn, anointed in oil, that tracks to Claude much better than Edelgard

But hey, that's just my opinion. Wow, who knew being dragged to church kicking and screaming against my will would come in handy for a strategy JRPG

[embarrassinglastwords]

jjk characters told by lyrics from my playlists cause i primarily do ships but figured i should include more characters

“There will come a solider, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down.

There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.

There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared in oil like David’s boy.”

“Sweet little baby in a world full of pain. I gotta be honest, I don’t know if I can take it.”

“All the things she said, running through my head.”

“If I’m the lesser of two evils, who’s this man, who’s this act I hide behind?”

“You’re a killer, and I’m your best friend. Think it’s unfair, your situation.”

“Shoulder, Poet, King” , “R.I.P 2 My Youth” , “All The Things She Said” , “Two Evils” , “Be Nice To Me”

[hopelessfandomfreak]

There will come a soldier / who carries a mighty sword / she will tear your city down oh lei, oh lai, oh lord

There will come a poet / whose weapon is his word / he will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord

There will come a ruler / whose brow is laid in thorn / smeared with oil like david's boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord

— Eleanor Shellstrop, Chidi Anagonye, and Tahani Al-Jamil as “Soldier, Poet, King” by The Oh Hellos

[liviavanrouge]

Runaway AU: The Runaways

There will come two soldiers

Rook: *Smiles, walking through the open field*

Silver: *Walks beside Rook, a breeze blowing through his hair*

Who carries a mighty sword

Rook: *Fires off an arrow, hitting the deer right in the leg*

Silver: *Runs over and pulls out a hand made dagger* Sorry bud....

Rook: *Pats the deer* Thank you for helping us survive...

They will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Silver: *Smiles, watching the others wander about*

Rook: *Breaths in then flops backwards into the grass*

Silver: *Looks at him smiling*

Rook: *Chuckles and brings his hat down over his face smiling*

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

Silver: *Spears a fish with his dagger, Rook beside him*

Rook: *Fires an arrow, spearint a fish*

Rook: *Grins, pulling the arrow with the fish out of the water*

Silver: *Grins at him, laughing*

They will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Silver: *Smiles, closing his eyes, a breeze blowing through his hair as he walked*

Rook: *Places a hand on his hat, keeping it from being blown away*

~~~~

There will come two poets

Livia: *Beams, walking beside Azul, a breeze blowing through her hair*

Azul: *Smiles slightly, his side bag resting on his hip filled with herbs*

Whose weapon is their word

Azul: *Sits by a stream, his bare feet in the water as he wrote in his journal*

Livia: *Pulls out herbs from underneath a tree and beams at him with a mouthful of plants*

Azul: *Laughs* Livia!

Livia: *Giggles*

They will slay you with their tongues, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Livia: *Lays on her stomach, pressing herbs down into Azuls herb book*

Azul: *Grabs a rose* Next is a rose

Livia: *Smiles and presses the rose down in the book*

Azul: *Smiles, reaching over and helping her*

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

Livia: *Flies up around the tree and grabs pinecones*

Azul: *Moves back laughing as she dropped the pinecones*

Livia: *Spirals down around the tree and lands, beaming*

Azul: *Helps her collects the pinecones, walking back to the others*

They will slay you with their tongues, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Livia: *Walks beside Azul, the breeze blowing through her pigtails*

Azul: *Smiles, writing in his journal*

Rook and Silver: *Walks up behind the two, smiling*

Livia: *Beams at them, doing a few hops*

Azul: *Glances back, smiling slightly at them*

~~~~

There will come a ruler

Riddle: *Looks at the map, holding a pencil in his hand*

Riddle: *Looks up around the area then back down at the map*

Riddle: Okay, we're right here...

Riddle: *Circles an area near the mountains and nods approvingly*

Whose brow is laid in thorn

Riddle: *Lays on top of the sleeping pile with Livia*

Riddle: *Opens his eyes, feeling Azul trembling behind him*

Riddle: *Turns and leans against Azul, his warmth wafting onto him*

Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Riddle: *Climbs up a tree, sitting on the tenth branch*

Riddle: *Opens his sketchbook, sketching the scenery for later* This should do for now

Riddle: *Smiles approvingly then looks at the area in front of him* Yeah, this'll do...

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

Riddle: *Carefully looks over the items, checking off the check list*

Riddle: Water bottles? Check. Blankets? Check.

Riddle: *Inspects the bug repellent items and nods approvingly*

Riddle: All packed

Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord

Riddle: *Smiles, walking at the front of the group, a breeze blowing through his hair*

Livia and Azul: *Walks after him, smiling*

Silver and Rook: *Walks at the rear, their weapons visible*

~~

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

Riddle: *Smiles at the others, taking a bite out of his apple*

Livia: *Laughs, chasing after Rook*

Rook: *Grins at Livia, chuckling when she tried to tag him*

Azul: *Smiles slightly, watching the two, holding his traveling journal*

Silver: *Carefully cuts the apples skin off, a bird on his shoulder*

~~

They will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai... oh~~

Rook: *Grins, pointing to the stars, laying on his back*

Livia: *Stares at the stars, her eyes sparkling as sge lifted her hands towards them*

Silver: *Lays fast asleep, leaning against a tree*

Riddle: *Places a blanket over Silver, making sure it was secure*

Azul: *Smiles, drawing some of the constellations in his traveling journal*

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @pekoetiikapu @teddymochi

[gentlepuff]

@thechosengryffindor asks 🎵

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Odette was in a corner of the clock tower courtyard happily telling them a story to a mix of first year students. "There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh Lord." She smiled at them all and continued. "There will come a poet whose weapon is His word. He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei oh lai oh Lord." She was so engrossed in her story that she was not noticing anyone who was walking by. She was finishing up her story and was aiming to end it with a flourish. "There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh Lord. He will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai... oh."

[lokislytherin]

lookism x percy jackson

look i KNOW i should stop coming up with au ideas but. i thought of a way to write that soldier poet king au and it’s a lookism x percy jackson universe

the original song was technically about recovering from abuse, and i’ll put the summarized / paraphrased / slightly changed interpretations here so it doesn’t clog up space where my notes are

soldier: physically remove the abuser and trauma they caused 

poet: provide rationale against the abuser to fight their influence

king: show kindness and love to overcome aftereffects of abuse

SOLDIER: CHOI SOOJUNG

original lyric: there will come a soldier // who carries a mighty sword  // he will tear your city down // oh lei oh lai oh lord

daughter of zeus: canonically daughter of one of the most powerful men ever, father has other ‘kids’ (10 geniuses are zeus’ adopted children)

my interpretation of soldier: listens to father’s instructions, the gods’ number 1 supporter, would destroy you if the orders were given to her because it’s her duty and duty is unavoidable and inevitable

soldier with og meaning: would remove any threats to the people she cares about, not afraid to get blood on her hands for law and order

weapon of choice: sword, lightning

POET: PARK HYUNGSEOK

original lyric: there will come a poet // whose weapon is his word // he will slay you with his tongue // oh lei oh lai oh lord

son of aphrodite: the signature Beautiful Guy (dg is son of apollo probably), loved by everyone, not the best at fighting but gets better

my interpretation of poet: weapon is his word because he’s a son of aphrodite he can literally charmspeak people into doing whatever the hell he wants once he learns how to do it well, slay you with his tongue bc aphrodite forced him to learn how to french kiss like irina jelavich from assassination classroom

poet with og meaning: able to confront the truth for what it is, understand it and overcome it, calm and capable of talking people down from fights

weapon of choice: bow, shapeshifting

KING: HONG JAEYEOL

original lyric: there will come a ruler // whose brow is laid in thorn // smeared with oil like david’s boy // oh lei oh lai oh lord

son of hades: not hades / hong kyeongyeong’s favorite child, but definitely is the most powerful one, inherited the most of hades’ abilities

my interpretation of king: the most powerful in terms of fighting ability & authority (let’s face it soojung is not zeus’ fav kid even though she’s the only true half-blood daughter instead of having diluted zeus blood), he’s also the one who’s most experienced with godhood so he’s the one people go to to ask what’s the ‘right’ decision

king with og meaning: if he loves you he’ll be the kindest person you’ll ever meet, would sacrifice everything and/or be a martyr if it means safety

weapon of choice: scythe, physical shadows

PLOT

prophecy: do NOT ask me to poetry right now but it basically implies hyungseok is going to destroy the gods (aka the four crews / 1st gen / pre gen), soojung and jaeyeol are also involved in the prophecy, states that one of them will die but nobody knows who. naturally they get forced to go on a quest together

expectation: soojung and jaeyeol will kill hyungseok because they’re children of the big three and hyungseok is just a nobody who got abandoned at birth and grew up with a poor mortal + he’s going to destroy their parents and they should have some filial piety right

plot twist: well guess what jaeyeol and hades are not on the best terms, jaeyeol literally would not care less if the gods got kicked off their pedestals, somehow he and hyungseok befriend each other and jaeyeol falls for him but hyungseok is oblivious. hyungseok is still hoping the prophecy has a double meaning and has 0 idea about jaeyeol’s feelings the whole time, jaeyeol gets bullied by aphrodite. actually hyungseok likes jaeyeol too but he’s scared of being bullied by aphrodite / jaeyeol hating him when he finds out / dying, so he doesn’t tell jaeyeol anything

reality: somehow someone tricks hyungseok into cursing jaeyeol and soojung to fight each other, the gods are already kind of in panic because hyungseok is pretty op by now but jaeyeol doesn’t want hyungseok to die at the end of the prophecy so he lets soojung kill him, but this is precisely the reason why hyungseok goes ballistic and destroys the gods

ENDING

we could have the good ending or the bad ending what would you prefer

bad ending: hyungseok destroys the gods but gets mortally wounded in turn, he dies hand in hand with jaeyeol and the furies rip their souls to shreds so they will never be reborn but at least they’re dead together. soojung tries her best not to get crushed under the guilt and grief of losing two of her closest friends

good ending: hades pops up at the end like damn ok. you had your character development. i guess it’s time for me to start my good dad arc. and then revives jaeyeol, so basically the gods get bullied by a half-mortal twink trying to protect his not-boyfriend who was un-alived and has now been re-alived. the prophecy works out bc nobody said dead people couldn’t come back to life + the gods got rekt that counts as being destroyed

will i write this au? i don’t know! will it be fun to write? oh absolutely

[starryjax0]

karen, foggy, and matt with soldier, poet, king, by the oh hellos

“there will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword, he she will tear your city down, o lei, o lai, o lord”

“there will come a poet, whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue, o lei, o lai, o lord,”

“there will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like david’s boy, o lei, o lai, o lord,”

“he (they) will tear your city down, o lei, o lai, o lord,”

[dirtytransmasc]

"There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword She will tear your city down"

Reyzì was the soldier, that is clear as day. She looks out at the world with fangs bared and weapon in hand, ready for a fight, ready to do what needs to be done to protect what remains of her family.

Reyzì is shield and sword, her anger a burning inferno, directed at everyone and no one at the same time; angry at life, fate, and the powers that be. She surrenders to violence, and bathes herself in blood, so her siblings won't have to, and maybe, just maybe, it might be enough to quench the flames inside her.

"There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue"

Rutxi'äna had been the first poet, she saw the beauty in the world and spoke words with power behind each syllable, but she was dead and the title of poet fell to Ro'eyk. Some thought it would be Rävi, the quiet elder son who could use a spoken word like a weapon, but the day Rutxi'äna died, a crown was placed upon his head and he became a King.

So Ro'eyk became the poet, quiet little Ro'eyk with busy hands and eyes that watched the world around him, whose first memory was of destruction above his head. Ro'eyk watched, listened, and waited with a heavy tongue weighed down by words not yet spoken.

"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy"

Rävi was the King, with a crown of thorns and a duty that weighed heavy on his soldiers. The eldest son, child, and brother. He was crowned in a schoolhouse, under a rain of bullets as his elder sister's blood soaked the floors.

He raised his brothers for it was his duty. He quells his sister's anger for it is his duty to not allow her to be consumed by the pain of their losses. Rävi's crown was crafted with the burnt and broken wood of Hometree and set with thanator claws and viperwolf teeth that pierce his brow.

listen... what did I ever do to you that you have to send me this at 9:24 am please have mercy on me.

its so good tough, totally not crying, not at all.

my poor baby's have been through too much.

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

musical ramblings #5

a legal necessity before i get back into single handed things.

p.s. i have never religion'd in my life.

soldier, poet, king ; the oh hellos

the whole gang is here :]

this analysis isn't gonna be below a cut because it's really just me assigning these idiots their lines.

There will come a solider, who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.

starting with the soldiers - Murray & Penelope

though my b team & cooper brother parallel brain wants to make pk the soldier to match murray, i simply think that king works better for the, yknow, panda king. and though penelope seems to be a poet at first glance, i think she's much more down to physically fight someone rather than verbally so.

...she's also the only one who actually has a sword.

There will come a poet, whose weapon is his word He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.

the poets - Sly & Dimitri

hey, at least these two match up! bentley and penelope may appear the poets at first glance, being the smart ones and the wordy ones, but i think sly & dimitri are the only two who would really use their words as weapons. er, by the third game, anyway. thievius raccoonus is a different story.

There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.

and finally, the kings - Bentley & the Panda King

bentley is the leader of their team, regardless of what Sly says, and therefore the ruler. he's also not gonna slay you with his tongue he's gonna use bombs. despite my lack of knowledge, i gotta admit, the Panda King certainly does seem pretty laid in thorns. dunno what that means but the guy's got it.

[womansound]

          i’m  about  to  be  my  most  annoying  self  say  hi  to  my  spidermuses  !  like  for  a  starter  and/or  give  them  a  kiss.

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  …  ruby  hayes  aka  ruby  haze  aka  haze  aka  spiderman.  lofi  producer,  oboist,  king.  there  will  come  a  ruler  whose  brow  is  laid  in  thorn/  smeared  with  oil,  like  david’s  boy,  o  lei  o  lai  o  lord  they/she  sophie  thatcher

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  …  nam  dohwan  aka  spiderman.  underground  fighter,  soldier.  there  will  come  a  soldier  who  carries  a  might  sword/  he  will  tear  your  city  down,  o  lei  o  lai  o  lord  he/him  jake  sim

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  …  naomi  diaz  aka  nao  aka  spiderman.  graphic  novelist,  poet,  spiderman.  there  will  come  a  poet  whose  weapon  is  his  word/  he  will  slay  you  with  his  tongue,  o  lei  o  lai  o  lord  they/them  brandon  perea

[forrealnotagain0]

Soldier, Poet, King

A small village in the middle of nowhere is always greeted by travellers from far faraway. And it is in one of the biggest tavern owned by a fair lady where many of them find refuge. The village may be small and insignificant but words of the tavern has crossed beyond borders bringing men and women all over the kingdoms together.

Today, they were told that the village was celebrating the founding day and that also meant that the tavern was giving their services free of charge for the day. Music played around and everyone joyfully singing.

A mighty soldier with raven locks, short stature and brooding had taken his seat in the far darker and secluded corner where the festivities have not touched. He had not come for the tavern's popularity but he was just a soldier who fought in the borders and was returning back home.

A sandy brown maned timid man with a quill between his fingers and shoulders bopping to the music had found inspiration amongst the joyous occasion. Recently, losing his inspiration he had decided to travel to find something worthwhile.

A golden haired man with impressive eyebrows but all obscured by his dark hood had travelled around villages to know what freedom felt like and it all led him back here into the tavern where it was all about being free.

A sudden sound of a bang stops the music. The door opens. A woman with long curled brown hair enters. She looks to her side and someone offers her a ribbon. She has gained everyone's attention by now especially the three new travellers.

They looked at her in interest as she ties her hair up to a messy ponytail.A guitar is given to her and everyone stops breathing. Everyone except for the three did not know what had made everyone tense as they awaits for something big to happen.

"There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty sword

He will tear your city down'

She starts singing and everyone starts cheering. She plays the guitar and twirls around charming both men and women who had just come to listen to her. She approaches the dark corner where the ravenlocked soldier had taken abode. It was as if she knew who he was. A soldier.

'Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

He will tear your city down

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord'

Everyone joins her at this as she twirls around the man who was grabbed by her for a twirl leaving him to catch his breath as she leaves him to a brown haired man. The brown haired man was blushing as she took his hands into hers and twirled around as she sang.

'There will come a poet

Whose weapon is His word

He will slay you with His tongue

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

He will slay you with His tongue

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord'

Again as if she knew his identity she sang the words. He wondered if she was a witch but at the end of the day no witch is as pretty as her. The man joined the other in dancing and singing along.

'There will come a ruler

Whose brow is laid in thorn

Smeared with oil like David's boy

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

Smeared with oil like David's boy

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord'

The golden haired man's hood falls down revealing his blushed face as she approaches him. He pulls her by her waist as she grins at him. He impressively twirls her and catches her by her waist again gaining a peck on his cheeks as she leaves him to join others who sang along with her. '

He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai

OhhOh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai'

The festivities continued until dawn and she sang many more songs before retiring behind the doors no one was allowed to go.

[yellowfingcr]

"There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord." In the otherwise suffocating silence of the ruins, gathered as they around the darkness of their feeble campfire, his voice rumbles low but steady. His worn and weathered but sturdy shield has been set aside, propped against the same crumbling stone pillar Brom has likewise leaned himself against, and as the man-at-arms busies his hands with an oil and rag upon his morningstar his voice likewise carries on. "He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai... oh lei, oh, Lord."

In the faint firelight the scars of countless seem all the more apparent, whether stretched over his thick armor or across his war-bitten skin, and the deep lines set within his face deepen almost into canyons with how intently he's going about his gear's wellbeing. Those wisps of grey streaking his beard and tied back hair tell of a prime approaching the past, and at times there is a stiffness decidedly missing in the desperate movements of battles fought or fled.

And yet... "There will come a poet, whose weapon is her word. She will slay you with her tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord." That one good eye of his, tired but brighter for the quiet good cheer amidst their little group, flickers over to Heysel. That brow furrowed from concentration smooths into something far softer, far more affectionate, and his mouth pulls into a smile proper if only at the corners as he winks that one good eye at her and carries on. "Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord. She will slay you with her tongue, oh lei, oh lai, oh Lord."

Bodies tilt their tired shoulders to the rhythm, and some mouths sing along, and a few hands clap, even, as his voice rises and ebbs in this place of small respite- it is the same voice that had kept them from crumbling, every time the torch’s light grew more and more anaemic in the depth of the dungeons’ guts, it is the same voice they followed through the encouragement that lifts the friend up and the bellow that drives the foe back; the voice that now lights a candleflame worth of good mood among people who have so little to spare. And what can she say? She too feels warmer for it, but she’d feel warm regardless. Because for the rest of them he is Brom, bulwark and lion, the steel-true hope that flares against the encroaching dark, but to her he is all such marvelous things, yes, how could he not, but he is also Brom who looks oh so dashing when he keeps his hair down, Brom whose age might have ungenerously bitten his youth away yet left him more handsome than before, she’s sure, and Brom whose hand fits so well around hers; and gentle Brom, thoughtful Brom, beloved Brom. 

Beloved Brom who, as well, is now quietly flirting with her.

Under the shadow of her hat Heysel only returns the look and the smile- it is as fond, as sincere- and why, they are well past the need for sole word to converse, the obviousness of it. They can perfectly tell each other meanings through the smallest most invisible motions, as secrets left just for each other found beneath marked stones.

So when she says, mirthful:

“Bravo! You’ll make the jester turn green, at this rate! Perhaps a small blessing it is, that the poor fellow isn’t here to hear you!”

she means:

   Aren't you bold? Aren't you sweet? A reminder that we shall exit those damp ruins at one point, return to our room at the inn, and then, oh, you’ll see what happens.

And when she offers:

  “Here, for the good man. Have one of my bottles of my absinthe. Of course it’s diluted! But I am no apothecary, I shall remind. I cannot guarantee side effects. What? No! I’m not poisoning our soldier best! I’m celebrating him!”

she means:

Remember? When we got drunk together, and I perched upon your shoulder to toss my knives at a target, for the delight of it? How we laughed! How I would have drank your laughter as wine! I would have kissed you breathless. For every time you had the gall of existing so beautifully, right next to me. 

And so then when at last she says:

  “Faithless lot! Thank you for the song, yes. Thank you. It’s ever a pleasure to hear you sing, you know? Perhaps, somewhere else, if the duty of war hadn’t called you, music could have been what had earned your coin…!”

she means:

  You are my heart. Anything and all I have endured and seen and weathered in this nightmare place and before I would do ten times over, Brom, if it would mean that I could meet you again. I'd do it all over again, just for you.

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Hello Lori!! Which of your OCs is a Soldier, Poet, King? Why?

Have a nice day!!

Hi, dear! Sorry, it took me so long to answer this. Tbh, I had no idea how to answer it, so I found a uquiz test, answered it as Alisha, Daphne and Veronica and here are the results:

Alisha: The Poet

"There will come a poet/ Whose weapon is His word / He will slay you with His tongue" Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear.

Veronica: The Soldier

"There will come a soldier / Who carries a mighty sword / He will tear your city down" Righteousness. Strength. Violence. You see a door and break through it. You wonder, sometimes, if anger is the only thing you can feel. Remember : love is passion too. You made your own rules and will follow them to death. You try and forget that there is only one rule, and that it is "FIGHT". You are tired of fighting. You try to forget that, too, and keep going. You dream of quiet. Your love is where you heal. God knows you deserve to. (Really. You deserve to.)

Daphne: The King

"There will come a ruler / Whose brow is laid in thorn / Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.

I had a feeling the results for each of them would be similar to what I got. I think Veronica could be a mix of poet and soldier, but her life and personality fits the soldier better. I haven't written her as much as I wanted to, but she certainly has this anger inside her. It seems dormant at times, but it is there. When anger comes to surface again, she will fight, even though she is tired. Because she knows peace won't come so easily.

Alisha is definitely the poet. She likes to entertain people with her skills, to disguise her pain with smiles, nice food, art. She pretends not to care, but she just wants to belong, to feel accepted. Her journey to acceptance and finding inner strength will be tough, but she won't give up.

Daphne is the king. No surprises here lol. All her actions and choices led to this role, even if she denies it. She wants to be free, to feel alive, but how can she breath while carrying so much weight on her shoulders? Can she follow the path chosen for her or will she abandon the life she knows to write her own story? Is it possible to find balance? (These are questions I often think about while writing her 🤔)

Thank you so much for the ask, Noe!

Have a lovely weekend!