#the serpent under't

[honorhearted]

❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ (Alice)

@pagetreader

Cute?

The compliment roused Benjamin to attention, yet his gaze turned wary once the woman practically melded into his side. Had she no shame? At present, he was trying to ingratiate himself with W.ashington's inner circle, and this? Well, he wasn't certain what she was trying to accomplish, but the gleaming quality of her eyes made him instantly leery.

"Thank you, but I prefer not to drink at parties," Benjamin replied. "Perhaps that makes me a teetotaling lobc.ock, but I've seen far too many people make total arseholes of themselves."

The woman, unfortunately, didn't seem any less diverted from her intentions (whatever they may be), and sparing her a tight smile, he asked, "Are you a friend of His E.xcellency? I don't recall seeing your face before..."

All around them, guests either milled about, or chose to partake in dancing in the middle of the room. Despite the present state of the w.ar, no expense was spared, and a part of Benjamin felt immense guilt from such appalling waste.

[honorhearted]

Alice's delight was infectious. Despite the sting over separation from his own family -- half of which being in a permanent state -- Benjamin was overjoyed at the thought of potentially having a new family of his own...a brother. This man would never replace Samuel, but to yet again have someone to care for, to nurture and guide, left Benjamin hopeful amidst his travels.

Prisoner exchanges were by no means simple affairs, and yet that afternoon proved favorable since the varying groups traded positions with nary a word nor conflict. And even on horseback, once Benjamin appraised the striking eyes of whom he presumed to be Nathan and Loretta Beaumont, there could be no doubt in his mind that these were Alice's beloved siblings.

Flashing what he hoped to be a welcoming grin, Benjamin dismounted and extended his hand, offering Nathan a handshake. "Welcome, Lieutenant," he greeted. "Although it aggrieves me to learn of your condition, I'm honored to be the one to escort both you and your sister back to camp -- to Alice. She's been waiting for your return with bated breath. And so have I."

Suddenly a bit self-conscious, Benjamin bowed and explained, "I'm unsure if Alice has written to you about me, but your sister and I...we've been engaged for quite some time now, and once the moment is right, I intend to make her my wife. I'm delighted to soon be a part of this family." Nodding toward his horse, he gently stroked the mare's flank. "This is Artillery. I can see about getting us a second mount, but she should be able to withstand Loretta and myself. Unless you two would prefer to ride together?"

Benjamin continued to defend her as Ann continued to wail her accusations, only ceasing when he threatened to shoot her good leg. In a pitiful heap on the riverbank, the woman wept as a handful of soldiers came running down the incline to assess the situation. 

“I-I’m alright,” she replied hoarsely, nodding through another shivering wave, ““H-has anyone ever told you that your timing is impeccable?” 

“Major Tallmadge!” Lieutenant Abbott addressed while the other two forced Ann onto her feet, “Is this the traitor you spoke of, sir?” 

After confirmation, Ann was led away, albeit sloppily with her injury, and Lieutenant Abbott helped Ben get Alice standing upright. 

–

Officially in custody, Ann could not relay the information to the British about the Continental Army’s advance on Rhode Island, resulting in a loss for the crown. This failure was blamed upon Major Duncan Drummond, the one who’d employed her. He had since been removed from the position of intelligence chief. 

Though the department was considered a waste of valuable time and resources, there was one figure who had managed to keep it running due to Alice’s success – that figure was her brother. 

He claimed that Ann had been a necessary sacrifice, a pawn in the game of chess that would lead to a greater victory in the long run, and Alice believed him. He’d never given her reason to doubt him before, and so she waited patiently for her word, which arrived precisely two months later. Disguised as a prisoner of war among the many that were to be exchanged, he would infiltrate the camp from within. 

The rest of the details had yet to be given to her, but that mattered little now that the plan was no doubt already in motion by the time she’d read the letter. As instructed, she told Benjamin that both her brother and younger sister were among the two dozen prisoners (both soldiers and supporters) captured and to be on the lookout for them so that he could bring them back to camp and her family could be reunited. 

"It's a miracle," she'd told him, squeezing his hands tightly as her eyes welled up with tears, "Please, bring them back to me. Bring them home."

Blackwood, under the alias of Lieutenant Nathan Beaumont, held fast to his younger sister’s hand. Loretta (also under the surname Beaumont) was about eight years her sister’s junior with more of a strawberry tint in her blonde curls, unlike Alice’s autumn shade.

Since both prisoners sported striking blue eyes, however, it was no doubt easy for Major Tallmadge, even on horseback, to distinguish them from the rest. With their appearance so beleaguered and having spent nearly a fortnight among the other prisoners to strengthen their story, no Patriot soldier could have possibly known that they were loyal British citizens.

[discjude]

SGE themed Macbeth adaptation. MacPeth, if you will

[distantsapphicdream]

“Look like th' innocent flower

But be the serpent under't”

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: 'I'm not here to fuck spiders' type of vibe. I am just going to warn you now, the reader is definitely a 'fuck around and find out' type of gal. "Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't'" - Lady Macbeth, the original man eater, my guiding light.

Chapter 30:  Fire and Blood

For days you bobbed beneath the surface of consciousness, breaking through the waves rising to the top, looking around to observe your surroundings, your body still heavy as a stone before you crashed down into the abyss once more, tart liquid on your tongue. 

You emerged from the turbulent waves again, eyes sliding open, head turning sluggishly to the seat beside your bed. Each movement of your head against the pillow made nausea climb up through your throat.

The world spun as you were finally able to concentrate on the figure that sat rigidly beside your bed. Donned in a tight green dress sat Alicent, watching you unmoving, with her lips pursed into a tight line.

She sat so stiffly, you would not be surprised if a rod had been shoved inside of her. As though you were to blame. As though by some inexplicable reason, that she had been put out by the actions of her own son, who had been encouraged by her bitterness for years.

How dare she fucking look at you like that.

Fury burst through you as you struggled to pull yourself sitting, desperately dragging your body up from beneath the sheets, grunting. The pain in your side was raw as you heavily laid your back against the board of the bed. You sucked in greedy breaths, holding in whimpers of pain as your side was alight with pulses.

She watched you impassively, having not moved as she waited for you to pull yourself upright. She did not offer help, nor twitch at the sight of you struggling, or in pain. She was every inch an Ice Queen.

You looked at the tables beside your bed, they were empty. No cups to throw at the Green Queen, no blade to slit her throat with, no makeshift weapon to avenge your family.

You stared at her, begging to keep your grief at bay, and let your anger rise above it all. You needed to hold strong. You needed to be a dragon.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, head tilted as she spoke.

How were you feeling?

How were you feeling?

Her son murdered your brother in front of you, chased you about the skies tormenting him. For years she and her kin have made your families lives a living nightmare. Her son usurped the crown from your mother as she forced people to support him. She made the realm a more dangerous place for women, ensuring that you would never become heir to the throne.

How were you feeling? 

You watched silently as she fidgeted with her hands in her lap, pulling and twisting, waiting for your response, though none came. The skin around her nails were raw and bloody as they twisted in her lap.

You wished she would bite through the bone next time. 

“I prayed to the Seven every night for your speedy recovery from certain death. You fell and Aemond caught you. The Prince brought you here, gaunt, pale, wet with rain and blood. The Maesters were sure you would not survive, but Prince Aemond insisted on saving you."

Saved you?

Saved you??

He was the reason you were in this godforsaken bed.

It was almost laughable. In fact, you did laugh, though the dryness of your throat caused your lungs to seize. A ragged cough forced itself from your lips as you doubled over in pain, clutching your side.

What had he done to you?

What was wrong with your side?

If he had saved you, why do you feel broken?

You sucked in an agonising breath as you leant back, pulling the white chemise up your side higher and higher from your body, slowly exposing your skin to the room. You grunted with every movement.

Around your ribs were thick bandages pulled taught against you. Blood stained the left of the creamy strips. Tentatively, you went to pull the bandages away from your skin, to look at what lay beneath.

“Aemond saved you.” She repeated, as though you hadn’t heard her.

You scoffed, but the rush of air caused your side to flare with pain. You sucked in a shallow breath, snapping your head to the woman at the side of your bed. 

Her face had not changed. Ever the martyr. Ever the goddamn self righteous woman of the Gods who could do no wrong. Who could never be held accountable for the domino affect of her actions.

You swore to yourself then and there, that once you were healed and ready, you would kill her. Present her eyes... No. Her head to your mother as a gift.

As you looked down at your side, large bruises peaked above the bandages, dark purples and reds blooming across your skin. You breathed shallowly, fingers resuming their pulling on the bandages, more discolouration becoming visible to your eyes.

“He saved you from the fall, a certain death if you were to hit the waves below you.”

Your fingers pulled at a bandage with dried blood away from your ribs, the strips resisting as they had stuck to the wound below. You held your breath as you pulled the bandage further away, feeling the scabs pull from your wound, a sharp stinging spreading across your side.

Beneath the bandages, your skin was deeply bruised. A large gash ran around the side of your ribs from your front, to your back. Its edges were jagged, as though a blade had been roughly pulled along your flesh, the tight skin snapping apart from the tension.

Through the ragged and torn flesh were lines of hastily done stitches, their dark thread holding the wound tightly shut together. Every movement pulled on them. And the wound was swollen and red, there was no sign of infection to be seen.

You sucked in a stuttering breath as you placed the bandages back against your side, slumping as you watched the woman in front of you ramble.

“The Seven heard our prayers and saved you from The Stranger. Princess Helaena has prayed for you too, as did the King. You are safe here. We have made sure that you have had the best medical treatment in all the realm.” 

You felt bile rise up in your mouth. You stared at her, unblinking until finally you spoke.

“My brother is dead.” Your voice cracked dryly.

Alicent stiffened in her seat, sitting up straighter as her hands came to a stop in her lap.

“I grieve-“

“Lucerys was murdered…” You cut her off. “By your son…A Kinslayer.” 

Every word twinged your side in pain.

You breathed heavily, the strumming pain curling around your lungs as you waited for her to respond. The Dowager Queen simply stared at you, waiting for you to talk again.

You both sat like this for some time, willing the other to talk as thoughts whirled through your mind. You gave in to the silence.

“I suppose you have informed the Queen that you have me as your prisoner?” You inquired dully. 

The Dowager Queen's perfectly manicured brows twitched above her eyes, lightly scrunching in the centre as she suddenly shifted in her seat.

Her fingers picked at her skin more openly.

Realisation dawned on you, as you leant your head back, looking down at her from your nose.

“They do not know I am alive,” You prodded, “Do they?”

The Hightower did not respond. 

There was your answer.

A huff of laughter jerked out of your mouth, side twinging. Your lips pulled into a wide smile as you began to laugh, the pain from your wound ignored as joy coursed through your veins. You wondered if anyone else in the Keep knew of your survival, except those trusted by Alicent to tend to you.

You laughed loudly at the predicament as the Dowager Queen sat rigidly in her seat, fingers clenching in her lap. Your laughter peeled across the room dryly, wisps and croaks following after. 

What a delight to know that Alicent truly had made a grave mistake. 

The door to your chambers opened as Ser Cristin Cole and Aemond walked into the room, watching as you laughed heartily, clutching your side in agony as you felt the stitches pull tightly in your wound, fresh blood soaking the bandages. 

You laughed louder at their entrance, their confusion evident on their faces as they came to stand beside Alicent, looking down at her, eyes searching for answers.

Aemond watched you intently, almost unsure of how to react.

Oh Gods, it just got better.

They think you've gone mad.

A cough worked its way up your throat as your laughter turned into a string of hacks, pain capturing your entire body. The bitter taste of blood pooled in your mouth as you coughed, hand coming to touch your lips delicately as you smiled through the pain.

“They do not know I am alive.” You laughed, hand pulling back to look at the spots of blood on them.

You leant heavily against the board as you looked at them all grinning, blood in your teeth. Aemond watched you curiously, eye patch once again gone, as he looked at your hand covered in blood.

You pushed your arms below you, pulling yourself up to sit higher against the wooden board behind you, as you shook your head gently at the woman in green, tutting her as you did. 

“You’re all going to die.” You beamed viciously, “You know this… Don’t you, Alicent?” You pushed out a grunting laugh again as your eyes skimmed to Aemond, watching him as you spoke again.

“They’re coming for you. All of you.” You mimicked Rhaenys warning. You slid your eyes back to Alicent who’s head sat higher on her neck. “Oh Alicent, I thought you were smarter than this.” You chastised her, “Mothers favourite son, and fathers favourite daughter?” 

You laughed again at the absurdity.

“You really should have told them that I was alive.” 

You looked pointedly out of the window across the room, sighing dreamily as you spoke, the room silent except for your voice, “I suppose they should be here very soon.”

Aemond shifted on his feet as he stepped forward, placing his seated mother behind him. Always the protective young man you thought, as your laughter turned into little huffs of giggles before you finally calmed yourself.

The bitter copper taste in your mouth made you run your tongue along your teeth to clear it.

“If you continue to allow the Queen and King Daemon to believe that both I… and my brother were slain, you will find the Keep burnt to ashes before the morrow. If you were clever, I would send a raven.” You mocked.

“We have tended to your wounds, brought you back from the brink of death, kept you safe he-“

“Safe? You have imprisoned me in my old chambers,” You looked about the room as you spoke, smiling through the pain, “Your demented son chased me and Prince Lucerys around the skies when we were messengers, and allowed my parents to believe that they lost two children at the hands of your Kinslayer son.” You hissed.

“I would have sent a raven by now, though I have no issues with dying in the Keep with you all.” You smiled, looking directly at Aemond, “At least I will get to hear you scream.”

Alicent pushed up from the seat beside your bed turning to Ser Criston Cole, before swiftly leaving your chambers, the dark haired knight trailing after her as you guessed they were to send a raven to the Queen.

“Send my regards to my mother!” You called out as Aemond stood stiffly beside your bed, looking down at you.

You stared up at him as you sat lazily against the board of the bed, fatigue slowly working its way through your body as your side began to throb viciously.

You sighed as you looked at him, his demeanour confused you.

The silver haired man looked tired, large bags under his eyes standing out against his pale skin. Most likely due to celebrating his murder and capture of his obsession.

The One-Eyed Prince went to turn away from you, but you stopped him.

“Aemond wait.” You called out to him, false desperation in your tone as he halted to turn and look at you, eye searching your form before it paused on your bandages.

You swallowed thickly, looking down into your lap before looking back at him, pulling your face tightly together as you faked a sob. The tall man twitched forward towards you as you pulled your hands up to your face, hiding your sneer.

You dropped your hands back to your lap, looking at the man before you. Nothing but violent rage curled through you as you looked at him. Images of your brother dying, flashed behind your eyes. 

You sniffed. 

“You saved me.” You spoke quietly, looking him in the eye.

Aemond shifted on his feet as he looked at you, saying nothing. 

You sniffed again, wringing your hands in your lap before touching your side gently, “Thank you.” 

He still said nothing.

Simply observed you.

Come on you bastard.

“Thank you for saving me.” You looked at him with pleading eyes. You watched his form relax, the tension moving slightly from his shoulders.

Men.

They are so easy to manipulate. How dull they all are. You simply bat your eyes, put a little bit of stupidity in your tone and flash them your cunt, and they will do anything you say.

Anything.

"Thank you, uncle." You sniffled as you gave him a sad smile.

The Prince took two steps towards you, still towering over you as he watched. You looked into your lap, twiddling your fingers together as he stood beside you.

Look innocent, and sweet.

Quite the performance you made as you reached a hand shyly to grasp at his that was by his side.

And he let you.

You reached for that hand and held it as though you were a maiden, shy and unsure. You pushed down your disgust and the way your skin crawled at the contact of your brothers murderer.

You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles softly as you gazed up at him, before you brought his hand towards your face. You felt him stiffen slightly, hesitant, and so you put the act on harder.

You almost dropped his hand, uttering a gentle whisper of 'sorry'. His hand squeezed yours gently, keeping it in your grip. He was reassuring you.

You had him.

Hook, line and sinker.

Letting your lips pull into a mournful smile, you looked down at his hand before you brought it up to your lips. You had to use every ounce of energy within you to not bite his fucking fingers off.

Those rough fingers. The ones that had been inside you. That had touched you. That have held blades and swords, and books and wine. The same ones that had taken life, touched your lips as you pressed a slow and gentle kiss to them, shyly looking up at the Prince.

It was every mans wet dream.

He leant into your touch, his eye blinking. He seemed almost shocked.

Good.

You rubbed your cheek against his hand, looking at him with your sweetest doe eyes. Something you had learnt from your father. He said the eyes carry a thousand words that your lips cannot.

As you leant your face into his hand that was still clutched in yours, you smiled sadly at him. Pathetically. Like a bird with a broken wing, singing a sad song to its captive.

And as you watched his shoulders sag, and the tension leave his brow, and his lips relax from the god awful purse he always wore when angry, you let yourself smile.

A soft smile, just a hint.

A sort of smile you give to someone you might pity.

And you did pity him.

What a stupid fucking man.

You opened your mouth, closing it again for show as if in thought on how to thank him next. Perhaps he was thinking you may ask him to bed you. He could certainly crawl into bed with you, and you would certainly bite off his cock.

What an exhilarating thought.

You opened your mouth again and spoke in the most sickly sweet manner that you could muster.

"Thank you, uncle. For saving me. For saving my life."

You paused for effect.

“Now that I live... I will get to watch you die screaming.” 

You smiled cruelly at him. Hand still holding his gently against you.

And then tension was back in his shoulders and face, and the spell you had cast was broken as the older Prince seemed to come to his senses, his one eye locked on yours as silence captured the room.

“You really should have killed me, uncle.” 

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[ketsumyo]

// okay thanks to two beautiful muses that I've been (dis)respectfully watching from a distance ( @/incandescentia, @/silkkeeper ) tsubaki is getting a yōkai verse.

ketsumyō's animal motif is the snake.

in japanese folklore and symbolism, snakes are both sacred and ominous. they represent transformation, duality, and the cycle of life and death—all things that are beautifully synonymous with both tsubaki and her zanpakutō.

“ look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't ”

so she will be a bloodflowersnake yōkai lady (◡‿◡✿)

[supergirlmayhem]

look like the innocent flower (but be the serpent under't)

When Lord James Olsen's body is discovered in the river near Thorul Estate, the local constabulary dismisses it as an unfortunate accident. His influential family, unsatisfied with this conclusion, hires private detectives Kara Danvers and J'onn Jones to investigate. Baron Lex Luthor, newly anointed and exuding a veneer of charm and intelligence, hides his own sinister motives beneath his polished exterior. Meanwhile, his enigmatic sister Lena, a brilliant botanist with a passion for medicinal plants, becomes a source of fascination and conflict for Kara. As they delve into the investigation, they must navigate the labyrinthine world of Victorian aristocracy, where secrets are buried deeper than the roots of the Luthor family tree. In a world where trust is a luxury and deception is the norm, the detectives must tread carefully to unearth the truth and survive a treacherous game of power and lies. The first installment of the Victorian Murder Mystery AU that no one asked for.

Check out this new work added to the 2024 collection by @tinyvariations and accompanying artwork by @itsyouknowmeart HERE.

[sorceresssundries]

Hi, this might be a stupid question but I wondered why your last fic was called The Serpent?

NOT a stupid question at all!!

Oh my god, thank you so much for asking me! I love yapping about my fics.

Ok, so

There is a quote that Lady Macbeth says to Macbeth which is - 'Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't'. She wants him to veil his dark intent with innocence, which I feel suits a darker version of Gale. Is Gale an innocent flower? Or is he really a serpent, using it as a shield?

The classic religious imagery of the Serpent and the forbidden fruit. Durge is his temptress, holding out the crown for him to take if he's ambitious enough to grab it.

I liked the idea that 'The Serpent' could refer to either Gale or Durge, or both - depending on your interpretation.

<3

[bis-art]

Art for fanfic

«but be the serpent under't»

by thistle thorn

[studying-space-of-annie]

Some important macbeth quotes!

"Fair is four, and foul is fair" -witches

"The instruments of darkness" -Banquo to the witches

"My dearest partner of greatness" -macbeth to lady macbeth

"Yet I do fear thy nature: it is too full o'th'milk of human kindness" -lady macbeth to macbeth

"Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear" -lady macbeth to macbeth

"Come, you spirits" -lady macbeth

"Unsex me" -lady macbeth

"Look like th'innocent flower But be the serpent under't" -lady macbeth to macbeth

"Our honoured hostess!" "Fair and noble hostess" -Duncan to lady macbeth

"When you durst do it, then you were a man" -lady macbeth to macbeth

"Is this a dagger I see before me (...) Come, let me clutch thee" -macbeth

"Infirm of purpose!" -lady macbeth to macbeth

"Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No" -macbeth

"O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!" -macbeth

"Thunder" -stage directions

"A devil more damned in evils to top macbeth" -Macduff

"Malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name" -malcolm regarding macbeth

"But I must also feel it as a man" -Macduff

"Out, damned spot: out, I say!" -lady macbeth

"Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love" -Angus regarding macbeth

"The Devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!" -macbeth to servant

"Cure her of that" -macbeth regarding lady macbeth

"Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand" -malcolm to others

"Out, out, brief candle!" -macbeth to (dead) lady macbeth

"Worthy uncle" "right noble son" "Worthy Macduff" -malcolm

[midnightstargazer]

Ask game author's choice! 💥

thanks @turanga4!

Fanfiction Ask Game

So, I'm going to take this opportunity to talk about Look Like the Innocent Flower, which takes place at Hogwarts during Deathly Hallows, from Daphne Greengrass's perspective.

She's sort of a blank slate character, and this fic takes advantage of that. Basically, it was an exercise in trying to imagine a Slytherin from Harry's generation who fully embodies their House's values (except anti-Muggle-born prejudice), and is against Voldemort from day 1. I kept it as canon compliant as possible, so she's not camping out in the Room of Requirement with the D.A. - but she's spying for them, preparing healing potions, and scheming against the Carrows while taking advantage of the fact that they would never suspect her.

She's also a legilimens. There's a whole story behind that, which basically comes down to:

Daphne is listed as Queenie Greengrass on the Original Forty list.

Queenie Goldstein from Fantastic Beasts was a legilimens.

A legilimens would make a fantastic spy.

Huh, what if...?

In the end, she leaves with the other Slytherins during the evacuation. Her first priority is to get her little sister, Astoria, to safety. But once that's done, she plans on returning to fight (presumably, she ends up part of the crowd that comes back with Professor Slughorn at the end).

The title comes from Shakespeare's Macbeth: "Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't"

[adj444]

MACBETH BLANKS (& answers)

YES I'M AT IT AGAIN i made these a week or two ago and i just sat down and did them all blind & got all but like 2 things right... THESE WORK!!!! YIPPEEEE essential macbeth quotes from me to you. here these are as a quizlet too <-

LADY MACBETH:

Look like the ________ ______ but be the _______ _______

____ me here & ____ me from the crown to the toe ___-____ of ______ _______

Come to my woman's ______ and take my ____ for ____

All the ______ of ______ will not _______ this ______ ____

(irt. MACBETH) Yet I do ____ thy ______; It is too ____ of the ____ __ _____ ________

MACBETH:

This ____________ soliciting cannot be ___, cannot be ____

If good, why do I _____ to that __________, whose ______ _____ doth _____ my ____ and make my ______ _____ _____ at my ____ against the use of _______?

Two ______ are told, as _____ ________ to the ________ act of the ________ _____

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere ____ if it were ____ _______

I have no ____ to _____ the sides of my ______; only ________ ________

Stars, ____ ____ _____, let ______ not see my _____ & ____ _______

Is this a ______ which I see before me, the ______ ______ my ____?

Art thou but a ______ of the ____, a _____ ________, proceeding from the ____-________ _____?

_____ ____ must hide what the _____ _____ doth know

To be ____ is nothing but to be ______ ____

Better be with the ____, whom we, to gain our _____, have ____ to _____, than on the _______ of the mind to ___ in ________ _______

Full of _________ is __ ____

I have ______ ____ of _______

Life's but a _______ ______... it is a ____ told by __ _____, full of _____ and ____, signifying _______

(irt DUNCAN) Here lay Duncan, his ______ ____ _____ with his ______ _____

BANQUO:

There's _________ __ ______; Their _______ are ___ ___

MACDUFF:

(irt. MACBETH) Lest our ___ _____ sit ______ than our ___

(irt. SCOTLAND) Each new morn new _____ ____, new _______ ___; new _______ ______ ______ on the ____

MALCOLM:

(irt. SCOTLAND) It _____, it ______, and each day a new ____ is _____ to ___ ______

(irt. MACBETH) This ______, whose sole ____ ________ our _______

(irt. MACBETH) The cruel ministers of this ____ _______ and his _____-____ _____

LADY MACBETH:

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't

(irt MACBETH) Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness

Unsex me here & fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty

Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand

MACBETH:

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature?

Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well if it were done quickly

I have no spurs to prick the sides of my intent; only vaulting ambition

Stars, hide your fires, let heaven not see my black & deep desires

Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?

Art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

To be thus is nothing but to be safely thus

Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstacy

Full of scorpions is my mind

I have supped full of horrors

Life's but a walking shadow... it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

(irt. DUNCAN) Here lay Duncan, his silver skin laced with his golden blood

BANQUO:

There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out

MACDUFF:

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new

(irt. SCOTLAND) Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry; new sorrows strike heaven on the face

MALCOLM:

(irt. SCOTLAND) It weeps, it bleeds, and each day a new gash is added to her wounds

(irt. MACBETH) This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues

(irt. MACBETH) The cruel ministers of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen

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[sharklovingcriminals]

yo this sure as fuck looks like th'innocent flower, ain't no way it's the serpent under't

[crescenthoax]

To beguile the time, look like the time;

Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue:

Look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under't.

[erstwhile-elster]

Nine and Twelve, for the asks!

9. Tattoos I Want. - I have a few in mind! The number one I want is an idea I have sketched out that is a Snake Skull beneath a lily flower, with the text "Look the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't" above and below. This would be on my right forearm. Other than that I want to get a magpie somewhere on either my chest or between my shoulder blades, and then a centipede somewhere on my back.

12. Ideas of a Perfect Date - Getting dressed up to go out to dinner somewhere nice, followed by a walk around town, driving to the beach or somewhere pretty to look out over the water.