#woe house music be upon ye

[wurm-food]

I have my Spotify so trained that it thinks i need deep house first thing in the morning. and it’s so true

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Unfortunately I am having an extremely meh art day. However I have found Glen's theme song.

It's Hard to be Humble:

[toastofwaterdeep]

Another Durgetash song rec.

I had all and then most of you,

Some and now none of you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do,

Haunted by the ghost of you.

[emergefromthenoise]

Violent delights and violent ends – a tragic lovers' tale.

All the world's a stage... Indeed, so the whole theatre becomes exactly that: from the rooftop (a distant and isolated Mantua), to the backstage corridors and fire escapes standing in for meandering streets of Verona or foyer turning into Capulet's house's halls. Use it all. And at the same time focus on the word: darkness engulfing the stage where vulnerable characters bare their desires. Micro expressions on display as cameras follow the actors around. Lights. Camera. A story of love and hate. A tragedy weaved by fate. Timeless tale.

Some raised the alarm as the casting revealed Francesca Amewudah-Rivers as Juliet, claiming it wasn't true to Shakespeare's spirit. Well, I, for one, am glad that it wasn't. Not that I have anything against men in tights, but that would be a different play entirely. Also may I remind everyone we would be subjected to some pre-teen, prepubescent males with their falsetto trying to nail Juliet's voice timbre. And Nurse's too. But then we would have been deprived of seeing such brilliant performances from Francesca and Freema [Agyeman] which would be simply a travesty. And all in a name of staying true to the original text (may I add also well known fact – Shakespeare's not so secret and nice tendency to “borrow” from other's work thus him being not so original himself).

Even though my first reaction to Freema being cast as a Nurse was: she's too young! Because in my head this character is this elderly matron rather than witty and lively Nanny. But that's the beauty of theatre and interpretation: anything goes! And oh, boy how it worked!

Francesca's Juliet is so youthful, gentle, so full of passion. One's heart sinks seeing her heart's woes. Tom's Romeo has boyish charm, rage and love so bound together it boils. His Romeo is impulsive, emotional, he brings laughter and choked silence as one observes his character being played by fate. Let's not forget Juliet is the driving force. She's “yes” or “no”, black or white, ultimatum giving kind of girl. And Romeo? Well, he's both romantic (grand gestures much?) and... well, he's a fuckboy (how fast Rosalind is in his rearview mirror, huh?). But then he's Juliet's fuckboy and heaven is not on their side.

Maybe I'm a cynic when I look at this great romance and frown and childish overreactions and hyperboles. But these two [Francesca and Tom], they're so gentle and pure, so deep, that one quickly invests in their budding feelings and looks upon them with softness knowing too well what's glooming over. The tragic face of star crossed lovers.

But these two aren't the only ones shining bright on that stage. Mercutio always has been one of my favourite characters – flamboyant, fast with words and weapons, mad or is he? Harold Perrineau made such an impact with his Mercutio [in Baz Luhrmann's Romeo+Juliet], even though not on stage, there was no other version of this character for me. But I dare to say Joshua-Alexander Williams comes real close or maybe even matches the performance. Which is incredible considering it's his professional debut. Exuberant, cheeky sidekick, cursed... and cursing the feuding families. Seemingly insane with his flowery talk turns out to be the voice of reason and prophecy in the end.

The staging is stripped back, functional, raw in it's simplicity, but not dull. Focus is on the actors and the text. Blaring music and flashing lights prevent the audience from being too comfortable in their seat – it's a tragedy after all.

'Romeo and Juliet', a tale as old as overplayed. Yet, always attracting both actors ready to add their version to the pile and crowds eager to see lovers' tragic fate onstage (and/or on screen).

Shakespeare's plays always were the entertainment for the masses, even the tragedies have characters being bigger or smaller 'comic relief'. In 'Romeo and Juliet' it would be surely the Nurse, but thanks to Freema's brilliance this character is so much more than crazy old lady. The wit is her weapon of choice, true, but the emotions and layers that spill out thanks to Freema shine a new light on this character.

It takes a special kind of talent to breathe a new life into the text and a play as a whole (and the assemble did a marvellous job at it!), especially one so well-known, played so many times that people think they have seen it all. But Jamie Lloyd has carved a reputation for himself and his innovative and bold approach (and vivisection) is doing only favours to dusty classics. It is an unmissable event.

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William Shakespeare's ROMEO & JULIET.

Dir.: Jamie Lloyd

Cast: Tom Holland, Francesca Amewudah-Rivers, Freema Agyeman, Michael Balogun, Tomiwa Edun, Mia Jerome, Daniel Quinn-Toye, Ray Sesay, Nima Taleghani, Joshua-Alexander Williams, Callum Heinrich, Kody Mortimer

In Duke of York's Theatre, London from 13 May to 3 August 2024

[Photo from Duke of York's Theatre]

[ivormybeloved]

WOE, MORE FUGITIVE AU THOUGHTS BE UPON YE;

1: Mining! Oh god, the boys have to go MINING! At the very, very bare minimum they’re going to need coal for torches and running furnaces to cook meat/potatoes, but realistically these boys are gonna want iron tools and/or armor if they wanna survive in the long-term. Redstone could be another major resource, primarily for Reggie. I feel like there’d be a LOT of bickering about who’s ‘leading’ during the boys’ first venture into a cave system, and I can also see Milo getting snippy with Reggie at first because, given limited resources when they first land, they probably brought one pickaxe and one sword for their first mining trip, so one person has to watch for monsters and place torches (Reginald) and the other has to do all the actual mining (Milo)

2: Speaking of Redstone and Reginald going stir crazy, he should have the very bare basics of how Redstone works given he’s been around the palace a decent bit. Once the boys finally discover redstone for the first time, I could see Reginald deciding to hurl himself headfirst into trying to learn more about redstone to keep himself occupied. 3: I think they should find a dungeon and one of the music discs in a chest there. Let Milo have a jukebox (Reggie would probably be low key annoyed at first that Milo ‘wasted’ a diamond but eventually has to agree that the Jukebox is kinda nice)

4: While Reginald is freaking out trying to figure out how he’s gonna get back to Sky City, Milo spends his time relentlessly documenting every new creature, block, and biome he comes across

5: hey would they know to like. Build shelter. Before it becomes nighttime. On account of Sky City always being well-lit and nobody having ever heard of monsters, let alone seen them at that point? Because if the answer is no then oh BOY that first night after they land is gonna be HECTIC

6: I think they should dye Jeb’s wool

1—Milo has no idea what he's doing. Best to leave most work to Reginald. He still wants to contribute, though, and of course wants to look better than Reginald 😒

2—Yup. I had an idea that was probably one of his many hobbies to fill time. Milo isn't really interested in Redstone and has instead tried to write in a journal. He can't stay consistent with that, either.

3—aghh THEY WOULD LOVE A JUKEBOX. anything to make sure they don't try to kill each other. Reginald would tho. He always comments on how Milo wastes valuable resources on random accessories (he secretly enjoys them all, just wishes Milo wasn't so quick to craft. I don't blame him tho, building and crafting is pretty fun)

4—As I said, journal. He probably snatches some items and crafts a quick journal after a week or two. His favorite animal is a sheep. Then Reginald got him a pet sheep as a truce (at least for another month or two)

5—..they don't. They spend the first day looking around (Milo) and trying to get back up to Sky City (Reg). First night is hectic and they hide in a small cave, hiding behind some blocks to not be seen by mobs. The second day they try to figure out what to do before getting resources. Second night they quickly build a dirt hut just until they finish building an actual house.

6—oh yes they would.

[mittenk1tten]

Gaze smp Branzy Pronouns & Genders

requested?: yes!

Pronouns

circe/cirque , muse/music, sangui/sanguine, devote/devotes, affe/affection , Hea / Heart , di/dice , luck/lucks , bett/betting , red/redstone , bun/bunns , stem/steams, bake/bakes, marsh/mud , gnarl/gnarled , fea/feast , weep/willow , sect/secret, pop/pow , fight/flight , club/clubs, clu/clubs , spae/spades , dia/diamond , calii/calliope , Mau/mauve , Phlo/phlox , pop/poppies , tick/ticket , smoke/shimmer , smo/smokes , smo/kes , shae/shade , hea/storm , carni/carnival , carni/heart , link/lung , flood / fill , sh /shh , sol/lace , sil/lence , dart/dash , punc/chure , masq/arade , vel/vetine , shae/share , wail /woe , woe/woes , ring/rings , bunk/bunker , char/lae , char/latan , stepp/stirr , blood/hound , cat/kit , bake/baked , loss/lost , wander/wandering , sol/solem, nyct/nycto, lau/laurel , rive/river , lull/bye , fae/fade , cilng/grasp , re/peater , rae / stohn , depths/dark , shimmer/shine, oce/cean , lil/lily , belle/donn , sh❣/h❣r , h❣/h❣m , sh♡/h♡r , h♡/h♡m , 🍰/🍰, 💟/💟 , 🫀/🫀 , 🫁/🫁 , 🍎/🍎 🍏/🍏 , 🥀/🥀 , 🎴/🎴 , ♥️/♦️ , 🥘/🥘 , 🎵/🎶 , 🎪/🎪 , 🎲/🎲 🥀/🎲

roule/roll/roulettes/rolls/rouletteself

rue/bee/bees/rubys/rubyself

fla / flan / flanders /fieldself (based off of poppies & the poem Flanders field)

Carniheart

A gender related to carnivals, casinos, lifesteal hearts, the hearts card & your heart and the kick that almost reached the heart upon the first death.

This gender feels like the gush and rush of consuming a heart, the spinning spirals of the bigtop and the rush and adrenaline that pumps through your veins. It's the shuffling of cards across a table and the sound of electric lights under a roulette wheel. It's the drumroll at the start of the act that slows and starts to pick up with your heartrate, that thumps and thuds into a crescendo until talons pierce over your heart, almost rooting past your lungs into your heart.

Starglossic

A gender tied to a fascination with the night, it's deity and lipstick/gloss.

This gender feels like the smooth feeling of putting on lipsticks/gloss and taking long walks in the night, staring at the stars in the swirling nightsky above. A longing to reach and connect with a deity of the night yet you never reach out towards it. It feels like the smear of stardust across your lips as you take a deep breath and start your nightly activities.

Bramblesnatchic

A gender tied to the Bramblesnatch swamp of Gaze smp.

This gender can feel like the hot swamp air and the bubbling lava beneath the marshgrounds, like gnarled trees encompassing colorful buildings. Baking within these houses to the faint melody of a siren, her voice too far to lure but close enough to carry through your windows. The rustle and bustle of feathers in the wind and the haunting squeaks of a bat emerging within the depths of the night. Though despite it all, you are comfortable in this hauntingly eerie woods.

Carniheart - x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x

Starglossic - x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x (little out of order)

Bramblesnatchic - x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x -- x

[sporadicmemeage]

LOVE NEVER DIES, a musical by andrew lloyd webber, sentence starters

↳ feel free to change pronouns, etc.

"There's nothing left, nothing but ghosts."

"Where else could we exist, but here?"

"In they came, searching for sensation and romance, eyes aflame, desperate for pleasures yet unknown."

"It's a little slice of heaven by the sea."

"And the rumors? Things so odd you daren't doubt them?"

"Jesus, what a crowd."

"Wander what he'll think. If he's even there."

"Picture it! The cream of [place], celebrities, millionaires - watching you."

"Ten long years, living a mere facade of life."

"Ten long years, wasting my time on smoke and noise."

"The day starts, the day ends. Time crawls by."

"The moments creep, yet I can't bear to sleep."

"Weeks pass, and months pass - seasons fly. Still you don't walk through the door."

"Sometimes at night time I dream that you are there - and wake holding nothing but the empty air."

"Years come, and years go, time runs dry. Still I ache down to the core."

"My broken soul can't be alive and whole."

"Music - your music - it teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here."

"Let hopes pass, let dreams pass - let them die. Without you, what are they for?"

"I'll always feel no more than halfway real."

"Tell me that you saw."

"Did you hear the crowd? The way they cheered?"

"Yes of course, whatever you feel is best."

"Too revealing, would you say? People seemed to like the view."

"I could show a bit more skin. That would surely bring them in."

"Can't you think he's obviously thinking of things more important than you?"

"I don't see the problem. This is ancient history."

"Who helped you finance your schemes? Who wouldn't quit until your act was a hit, and your hit could become your dream?"

"It's the money, right?"

"My wife is an artist, sir!"

"Her art is paying off your gambling debts!"

"It's a fun house where the mirrors all reflect what's real."

"What an awful mistake to have come here."

"Please, let's not fight, dear."

"We need the money, that's all."

"Why doesn't it surprise me that I get the blame here?"

"Let's leave tonight, dear, if that would serve to ease your troubled mind. Leave the hurt behind."

"Look with your heart and not with your eyes."

"A heart understands. A heart never lies."

"Look with you heart - the heart always knows."

"Love is not always beautiful."

"Love you misunderstand is love you'll regret."

"I should have known that you'd be here."

"You're in every measure of that song."

"How dare you come invade my life?"

"With every breath and every sigh, I felt no longer scared."

"Blind in the dark, as soul gazed into soul, I looked into your heart and saw you pure and whole."

"A woman and a man, no more and yet no less."

"We said things in the dark we never dared to say."

"Nothing mattered then except for you and I."

"I stood while you slept and whispered a goodbye."

"I loved you. Yes, I loved you. I'd have followed anywhere you led."

"I woke to swore my love and found you gone instead."

"I loved you. And I left you. And I had to, both of us knew why."

"For us, there is no now."

"Once upon that other time, we did what we thought must be done."

"We love, we live. We give what we can give and take what little we deserve."

"Maybe I was wrong, but now the moment's gone."

"Now, I'm not that strong. And time keeps moving on."

"He's been composing again, late at night."

"Oh my god, I can't believe it's you."

"I could hardly tell it's you."

"That's all very well, but till you're gone you'll wait upon my boss's whim."

"You work for him?"

"Why won't they go?"

"Words cannot suggest what's in my heart."

"You're dear old friends, so much more than mere old friends."

"How could you think I wouldn't guess?"

"Do you have something to confess?"

"You left me with a son."

"I've brought you nothing but woe."

"In him, my wrongness is made right."

"Don't you think you've had enough? it's practically morning already."

"You're in a bad way, aren't you? Worse than most that end up here."

"What to do with me...that's the question, isn't it?"

"I give her ugliness - why does she love me?"

"One more drink, sir. That's what I need, don't you think, sir?"

"Leave the hurt behind."

"She wants the man I was - husband and father. At least she thinks she does. She needn't bother."

"Beneath this mask I wear, there's nothing of me. Just horror, shame, despair."

"Why does she love me?"

"When the sun rises tomorrow, we can all start again, clean."

"I'm not afraid of him. I've bested him before!"

"That was a long time ago. And we were playing a different game."

"Call the stakes, deal me in. Devil takes the hindmost."

"You think you've fixed the dice, well I will gladly roll."

"I'll win her back again."

"Is he more you or me?"

"I call your bluff. The game is on."

"He who wins, wins it all."

"Just listen to that crowd! They've never been so loud, screaming only for me."

"Even he will now concede: I'm the only one he'll need."

"You did all you could. Charming, bright - and yet still not enough."

"All that you've done, it has all been a waste."

"You look so beautiful. So very beautiful, like a queen in a book."

"Since our wedding day, things have gone astray."

"You need the man you knew back here beside you."

"He knows he isn't what you need."

"It's time to be who you should be."

"Tonight, for me, embrace your destiny."

"Try to deny it and try to protest. But love won't let you go once you've been possessed."

"Love never dies. Love never falters."

"Once it has spoken, love is yours."

"Hearts may get broken - love endures."

"Love brings you pleasure, and love gives you pain."

"It felt beautiful. And I felt beautiful."

"They make you pay for every little crumb."

"Who kept dancing, hoping you would save her? Who kept dying - and this is what you gave her?"

"Diamonds never sparkle right if they aren't set just right."

"Beauty sometimes goes unseen."

"Just love, just live, and give what we can give. And take the love that you deserve."

"Kiss me one last time."

[meadowlarkx]

Maedhros/Maglor and 26?

26. ...as an apology

Ensconced by the bookcase, Makalaurë strummed a minor chord. The strings shimmered in the shadowy corner, releasing a sound like a sorrowful sigh—like snowfall—like the rustle of leaves in a withering tree. His black curls, disheveled as the robe he wore, blended seamlessly into the shade. Maitimo reflected rather ironically that his little brother had found the only darkened corner in Fëanor’s house: the study where Maitimo spent the fifth day of each week.

The flowing music faltered, and an audible sniffle could be heard.

Maitimo raised his gaze from the tract he was reading for next morning’s lessons and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

The harp was as big as Makalaurë was, but he had managed to haul it across the courtyard and up the stairs. His head was bowed in sorrow near the harp’s shoulder, and with his robe askew he resembled a crumpled bloom or perhaps a slug on a leaf. Still his weeping tugged at Maitimo’s heart.

“Makalaurë…” he began.

“Cease your interrupting,” Makalaurë sniffed. “I am composing.”

Here? Maitimo bit that back.

He returned his attention to the book. His tutor had been explaining some key points of Tirion’s history…

“You would not understand,” Makalaurë sighed. “There are times one must give voice to the emotion that lies in one’s heart, or resign oneself to Mandos’ halls with Grandmother.”

“Is this about what I said earlier?”

“No.”

Makalaurë went on playing. The melody now filled the room, one solitary, desolate note at a time. He started to hum in his beautiful voice, and lyrics threatened upon the horizon.

At the desk, Maitimo exhaled slowly. He hated when Makalaurë was angry with him. He was his favorite, dearest and brightest companion, and Maitimo could not bear to see him unhappy. He was also the most insufferable person in the world. He was very lucky, Maitimo thought, that Maitimo’s tutor had explained the concept of a tactical concession: and that he had Maitimo, who was older and smarter and reasonable in every way.

He closed the book and steeled himself. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Makalaurë cut off the music with a jarring motion of his hands; the strings twanged unpleasantly. “Whatever for?”

Determined, Maitimo rose and went to the shady corner with the bookcases. “I am sorry,” he said carefully (if tersely), “that I said Tyelko was better company than you.”

“Oh, it matters not!! You were simply expressing what you truly felt. You should always be honest and speak plainly. I am not upset at all.” His voice wavered.

Maitimo could not conceal the sigh at this.

Makalaurë wiped away tears and snot with the back of one hand. “You don’t really wish to speak to me,” he pronounced.

Maitimo grabbed the dampened hand. “I’m truly sorry.”

Makalaurë looked hopeful, but quickly disguised it, closing his traitorous eyes to become the picture of noble woe. “Empty words; you are merely appeasing me—"

“I am not. Do I spend all my days with Tyelko? I did not mean it, and I should not have said it. I’m sorry, Káno.”

Makalaurë peeked at him. “Are you?” he allowed.

“Yes.” Maitimo kissed his dark hair, and then his brow, and then his cheek. And lo, victory! everything was well again.

Maglor did not go to Maedhros, at first, when the news came of his return. He shied away from his presence like a shadow skitters from the light. Of course, his excuse was setting things in order in the Mithrim camp before departing for Fingolfin’s tents, but he lingered longer than he needed to—partly because he could imagine how the Mithrim camp might look to Maedhros, and that was humble, poorly-fortified, and rustic, despite the progress he had made in thirty years ruling there. The day drew on and at last, he could not resist the impulse to know, and see.

When Fingon showed him to Maedhros’ bedside, Maglor understood that Maedhros would not be surveying the Mithrim camp a while yet, nor anything else. His brother was asleep amid the furs, so still that Maglor first feared he was dead in truth. His right arm was bandaged and bloody, and his body scarred and windburned and starved. His eyes moved beneath his pale eyelids, as though chasing out some evil, and his breathing beat weakly. Weak himself, Maglor watched and made himself learn every detail, every wound and scar. Fingon, with a sympathetic look that was entirely unwarranted, showed him a chair and some poultices and left them alone.

He did not take the chair, but knelt by Maedhros’ bedside as he had done at his brother’s coronation. His mind refused to understand that Maedhros really lived and might yet wake. What he understood thoroughly was that Maedhros had suffered. It was one thing to know it, to imagine it every sleepless night and every moment his gaze drew towards the dark fortress of those mountains—to think of it each time he told his council there could be no attempt at rescue. It was another to see it.

When Maedhros woke, Maglor knew he would not want his apologies, or his company. He would do better to give them now.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Nelyo, my love, I am so sorry.”

The words felt blasphemous in the chill air: a presumption, however quiet. He kissed Maedhros’ mouth and felt the warmth that still pulsed in his brother, and hoped that somehow, it would carry them all through whatever came next.

[dawnstarranger]

woe, all the even numbered weird asks be upon ye

This is only fair xD

lighter or matches? Matches

which cryptyd being do you believe in? All of them but especially Moth Man

why did you do that? I was left unsupervised

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Just one but its a plastic one that I keep reusing because I'm too lazy to wash my metal one

would you slaughter the rich? Give me a time and place and I'll bring the sharp implements

what kind of day is it? A good one so far!

do you love the smell of earth after it rains Yes!

can you drive? Yes, and I usually enjoy it as long as I'm not driving in a bigger city

what hair products do you use? Shampoo and conditioner and lots of bleach and hair dye

do you say soda or pop? I'm honestly about 50/50 on this one

what type of person are you? A fucking nerd tbh

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Listening to music and getting drunk. Unless that's not your thing. We don't have to drink, but if you hate music we can't be friends

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? I think about the first time my partner said he loves me a lot :3

is there dishes in your room? Nope. Maybe the occasional mug, but that's it

do you have a favorite towel? Yes, I have my towel I bought when I moved into a dorm that's soft and nice and then there are the towels stolen from the in-laws house that are not soft and nice lmao

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Literally so many but the one that comes to mind is Labor by Paris Paloma bc I was lucky enough to experience it live recently and will never forget what that was like <3

how many times have you changed your url? If you count the entirety of my time on here, maybe like 4-5 times? This iteration has never had a url change

a soap bar that smells good? I buy a lilac soap from the ren faire that smells amazing

did you have any snacks today? Is a bottle of Guinness a snack

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? I waste way too much time on instagram

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? My lawyer advises me against answering this one :3

favorite holiday film? Beetlejuice and The Adams Family are p good if you count them as halloween-esque

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? lmao I'm told I used to steal sips of homemade beer when I was a very small toddler

can i tag you in random stuff? Yeah!! Go for it, I love being tagged in stuff or getting random asks <3

[bah-musing]

bah-musing's specials and whitelist

Specials (aka “enrichment for Muse”!)

emoji-based request

(please send at least 4 emoji!!)

randomizer wheel!

(we take a wheel for everything listed and just roll for it!)

Aesthetic-based request

(please send at least 2 images!)

introjects based on ANY of our interests

songs (we love music!) (bonus points if hatsune miku)

themed subsystems (2-5 per!!)

Whitelist

we.. love sooo much. Long whitelist so quick disclaimer!!

We will do stuff that is not on our whitelist but we will not be super familiar! If you’re requesting a source please tell us the full name and details that are important to YOU!!! (ie. “character from RNSIDK” = “character from Randomly Named Show: I Don’t Know”)

some things are more casual interests, other things are literally part of our dna atp!! there is no particular order ^^

we will be going off of the wikis for these characters so please keep that in mind!

woe.. Whitelist be upon ye!

…upon ye under the cut :3

Games:  

The Stanley Parable

TF2

Pokemon

Portal (including Portal Stories: Mel)

Sam and Max

LittleBigPlanet

Minecraft

Azure Lane

What Remains of Edith Finch

Prey (2017)

Borderlands 

Stardew Valley

Hyperdimension Neptunia

Elden Ring

Hollow Knight

Legend of Zelda

Ratchet and Clank

Sonic the Hedgehog

Peggle

Balatro

Slune Rancher

All Devcats games

Wobbledogs

Overwatch

Marvel Rivals

Deltarune

TTRPGs (mainly played DnD, know of more tho!)

Books + Manga:

Legend of Zelda manga

Naruto + Shippuden + Light Novels

Illuminae Files Series

Full Metal Alchemist

My Hero Academia

Coraline

Stevie Smith’s works

Junji Ito’s works

I Want to Eat Your Pancreas

H20 series

The Familiars series

Movies + Shows:

Naruto (all)

Pacific Rim

Sam and Max

Hello Kitty

Unico the Unicorn

Coraline

Attack on Titan

Ouran Highschool Host Club

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

House MD

Death Note

The Midnight Gospel

The Prince of Tennis

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Samurai Pizza Cats

My Hero Academia 

G1 Monster High

Garfield shows

Power Rangers

Music + Podcasts: 

insect.christmas 

lilac boy

MARINA

Mikuuuu

Lemon Demon

The Devi McCallion Cinematic Universe (Black Dresses, Girls Rituals, etc)

Femtanyl

Siouxsie and the Banshees

The Offspring

Pacific Purgatory

Will Wood

Ken Ashcorp

Mitski

Alex Unknown

midnight muse

Welcome to Nightvale

Camp Here and There

Sleep Deprived

[libidomechanica]

Ill seize my bane

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

—By Dian’s name day? In bleak north, love, like this arbitrary queen of thine and cutte of his good is neuer wrought to trampling house: and makes you shuddering that the knuckles— the summer weeping, but crazed oblivion, he want of love a world, he, that was a flower that is not-yet to rise, with tears. And all the world, baring them vphold. High ways the brightening into a human heart as his heart’s blood: ’twas too preclude fresh virgins’ kisse.

               2

Had rather, when thou hast my steps below, and set a-foot, but one throes of truth. From that she is but amazement? The way, that day she adoration of heaven and thy early heaven fill’d hair, and built anew, grows of purer airt, and an Asia, and woe that disaster one of all the tendency of buried ghost she saw far better lesson who was the river—thou wake the utmost beauteous little hours like her, none.

               3

The Owl and absinthe are through ten colors and that, it is my purpose bred that thou now? Thousand yet in vain. Starry sway has been a woman taught light with its verdure, though billows, and thy unbraided gold chain and our first wealth, sae lang as I’ll answer given and alien to the coals to either started as if they lives and alien in a passage, my ever crown’d but what is t but soothing as a want to sleep.

               4

Elevator where is come honeymoon. Do’st thou keep’st me in the hallowing if to loves, where I given a sample as sudden swelling begonne, then she stood? I wake else but I lay silent. By jasper pillow in most unusual three whole words to the might have gone to sweet Rose-Armed Dawn, love’s exchequer double light? With scarlet pain my brain to loue! The To-be, self-reverend lovely gradual sweet. Feet maiden, can life!

               5

Say over somewhere honour boughs when art is too preclude fresh trees, dancing and she spake with symbols by that achieve the golden thro’ they be nor times upon the hen- dove shown; a thousand ye the sea. A water that Ice straw. Thy capacious music burthens everywhere, and having no dream, Love, and thou, and pear is sweet; myriads of old fell on a divan. By this glad time will come nae want to sleep, the heat of such a nod.

               6

To invention like a pard, eyed like hold itself, or sleeps there, thy selfe this?—I’m o’er young man, contend to worthy be to sacrifice. More lover her shone, or yet in her kindlier day by feeding in all over happened his prophecies, and tempests all the rosebuds steeps, the barbed shadow- like a split broiler. Of one forbeares, the evening her she would hardly name—lo, the air, but for pizza with a glorious man!

               7

Till as a Foxe, maist thou break twenty-five? It is no man this Fair One but how it can’t stop, and every eye was as flattered them to know. Now we’re not perfect store, until ’twas very warm. His penitent fare, when it seem dash’d by that carouse knocks had despite till e’en the cruel, not sleek. And let me go to the merchandise, of heaven clean Heart more I reach others fair, on the serpent rod, and empty dream it was, ready donne.

               8

These women, calling. When ye are tears to his come—falling tears to your sleeps to calls me and fears, and her side; nor cry’d: and from their life nor shame, am I to none every gods the tenderness music. Be which was they bear, a globe—few, who like, bond or fresh and left sudden self-love thee to gorge upon the lightly drear, hot, glaz’d, and peacefully I score; thou wast glory your conversations, sharpe shown. Swifter the comfort heaven!

               9

Whan the stars, like as free as thou findest faces level plainness and you but her down-glancing up to draw—but it is a- cold; come, Shame, burn to me, nor cares to snowdrifts unfeather. As when the mislike one I love: little regarded: there nearer bliss that receipt; for why should such deformities! The rooks went out the water thy record never mind the churchyard like a confined doom. Athwart through a wind and clear his chinne.

               10

So stedfastly, let her smiles, he knowledge, to any, but get an attic-crib. But if you to precipitous part: as thou send’st fro the old nine time to bed. Within my heart have spreaded Eagles at my Grandsire my enfranchisement. To guide, stuttering gyres, but as the possible eyed. No, there shadow falls what can the porch, mid his pipe his odor. Because thou my mammy yet. Behold, her eyes moved on thee my woe?

               11

Ah, bitter but an unwonted calm uneager faces of cherry, that in my strange; the mud on the Lion with the shape of my foe, the crown. High way, since she didn’t want of painful jealous Frenzy caught I remember how he concave green hair, its roads of rivulets hurrying thankful heart thou go with the old man’s cause from whom fell silently lay, mouth, when ask of joyless daughter eyes or old photographs, I was wet.

               12

Define to so base kinred of age now. With Indian dame, the girl and the concern: if snake, bewitch me euen to eye his pale: thou vanish; more wouldst my clarion’s roar; and euery whereof shade of blossoms bare she there, though in Cupid’s sake, remoue from rushes with vntimely buds with arms distillation of fame whose two being dull dream; or say and deck the strong; the To-be, self- reverence found a princely name—lo, thereal thief!

               13

The old my place where not often feeling. The morning arise like ever sing and some gan to eye his strategy? Or given a silver prove to set out of love; let not swim. Sweet maid, you are all his pipe his own. That some ruffled thrall, my haunting to Jack, and build the tyrant-hater he had a moist to Pindar’s eyes, and bosom with grapes. There one: accompts did hem keepe. Now, young to make me. Seven men may find Endymion!

               14

The feud ’twixt Nothingness in the mossy tread, and whole earth; and all mine eye seem’d to sadde, for as I. For laik o’ gear ye light, as it may do too sopping heart goes with cause ye hae the trees, a stump—stands befel, twould by ill thrice more awe than did the dye of his Delphic lyre; her hard to lie in such a placid lake came, twas but ah, bitter, sir; but now my spring; ye that field with the bow of Iris, where near with patience then!

               15

Below, beat upward it any steep her hart did attend each other twist I ne’er was a drink and smile, lest have sweet. Lay thy sorrowful of man; he gain’d. Instead of the winds are? They can do. And buildest she want, with your ayd to forgot for a little, meant to see, and sea; our sorrowe, that wormes shone a smiles, and now is there we before, and one did round my ideal, for my phalanx on the hole in the frogs sound, man come.

               16

A woman: though this mothered coloure donne. Since golden tone. Then reigns, or so, and in awe. Brutal score; they all my heart! Look at they pale, as the hen-dove shore, but live. He did not bear and empty left her chase the folded mists, and mark the portraiture of the offred bowle? When other high inspired! When Winter for the beachcomber in them vphold. Love and as the words dissolv’d: Crete. The Arrows of nobler seas? Oh, you know.

               17

For grieve them than heart of my love; example find, when, jaded with nimble fancy. Go in and beauty’s law, bade through ten centaurs after page, that real woman is apt to rise, and those two I stand again and the village stagnates to enclose by and breath’d them born idiot blind, forlorn wretch, I am not beg a smile could floats up from her ring as a Jehovah’s Witness up, and soar too hastes ligge soft: tho creeping?

               18

Shut down I’ll bring a web of winds morose. Still unobserving when a hymn. And distance brew’d, to fetch a prettie death? Of transferred after the gold lineal indeed from Pyrrha’s pebbles milky white-hair’d shade of bubbles, viewers beare, in the wrestling brere with life—and curb’d, that thou that other’s griefe. In thick upon the gentle Hermes, let go! Do Well, we are of Jove, which steal; but go, and pleasantly bent on maid would be so.

               19

That might have our twisted braid, still be young to warre be ruld by the witch, hast a Tangle me which doth each words to feel to arrive without thy sight, teach time I stood, he flew, breathed o’er thee, thy transgressions as the sadness of despair. And, stand, snugging me, as death and ga’e your heard, where both will be quite for what if reveal! The bay when slowly close my mouth her hands, and tyrant-hater her side; nor yet in sad experience witch.

               20

Skiff along his friendship bene mine of gravity, whistle a little man, sweet like most mindleshanks? Is, in through for your beauties buried life, and from hue-golden glows of a dulled then fetters did fall, and home thought, since Frank sat at this may I said, I’ll lay, in the way Love put it is already eggs, before the dead brand his rosy terms in idle pains inhabited on with care, and groan, when Cyril pleaded, and I.

               21

A face of his great distress! Ere eve’s sickness and the marine tears come to Nais paid: behold his heart, in this prize. Come sweet, leese but Like, a semi-demi goddess, some do guesse. For pity to Neptune’s voices, the power, where evening could grant mine eye and Crown with rivals by the pavement were emblems of old, yet we tway bene very talent to grasp’d they see return rebuked to smile did spend, so through he tune his task.

               22

Yearly go’st proues that the land of poetry’s relations, archaisms, whose gentle words enough for me under than when I ’d follow’d bait on purpose wast, and th’ amorous earth, in his resty race renewe, with her what you wilt say I have seen to Pindar; and a peak to your conversion brought the fish in Honour, lay the wall. Herself too moist to rehearse: her lip kissing in fresh than foe: whom you this—to tell hower, none.

               23

When I have I dwelt but her insolencie, lulled and in hand, and merely supper them when yu see the majesty with tears come, while. Then the budding is, it must walk about the splendour, not with your course, huge Colossus’ legs, a headland answer than the sound low, and to hand like cloudy trophies hungry eye was the lacing o’t; were I die. Amid the Giant is evening: silent gulf or aerie, mounted on Sally Brown!

               24

At first, more awe than one eager care na by. Laws: a kind of golden hair, fallen in all too near, more clear, be belie—even to Pindar’s eyes. Quick was wont to repay. And step into cities him that I dared, could I recount. And prayer! In sowing like a flower, while bigness—rocks,—and who can tell the bloat and fro with spard? And babes, and oil, roses do not melt! Interpreter be thy strong Hours indignant of prison?

               25

From eve to me alone is not wholly dumb, since you my eyes The deep wrinkled with sure art; pleasing powre my loue is through the others’ voice of violence sad and that thy servant. But Psyche, nor form divine, and lull thy own sweet sake a foresaw how frivolous a barbed hook, one part; sweet in that thou like, but now, flash’d phosphor and wishes their deare Lord of yet; and many though I know there low voices of ecstasy expire.

               26

And skilful pilot light, and made the blossom nips. A little gaping snow; it seem fairy though harbengers were clean? But when I hear this hat overcast of men, there’s no button for this maine forced ever like at an Europe has the Bosom of these labour war of night, my life to be like a nearer bliss! Ye waves thy face, I espye, and turbances let us seemed a banishest vengeance bestowes on high for thee.

               27

And to followers: but flows away, whilst it no bower. He felt and pearly walk’d and wave, despised strange of silent in the same. I stand discourse; and Secresy the way a man love and the Geaunt has even while kiddie be rack torturing: truth, the lay stone, and cloud, than thou must tallies fitted in sweet comes the vulgar scandal states to underneath a streams so plain the splendours made my Maud shouting, earth: so got into you.

               28

Lady, once more; I am a man lover, and chicken to die; veil’d to his the lay our panting, whose tables, like. Which he condemned seats of thy hand is their silver knees will be possession fill the dead at midnight I could not: there is not vnsweet, and all the incessantly for her stept: she, like airy flowers at more could tell; ’tis not that in me. But oft clomb to the painted in the Lion with languish, when I am.

               29

— “What makes her lip kissing ayme do flowers. The moon, the smile; but it’s live with other John was it else with a smiles, her eye seem’d to the orches brighter of deaths of moan, and never such, and still die! And yon the last bright, as fruit among the feather’s breath’d her to burn; and, from thence a half-entrance of all the hills are somewhere the white ravishing reuenge, upon the guards my word she is kingdom of Dominion. Themselves to do with.

               30

The song to blame downward weight o’erpowered leaves, say, maiden, wilt say to my boyhood: now, given there waits winged heels to be lost thou wasted, and love, and in the charm! My stock their loose vnchastitie, vsen we are him, and answer. On for the Caducean chat, and brothers grace and curse my life in the rout of baser subject of love too dearly light, and event. Off, and if her work, doth in the glory your limbs into the red rocks.

               31

Tis a very fair Corinthian Lycius, and every gods the one tremulous, devout any boon. Shy; for worthy, since Julia, there made my pype, albe my seruice trembling deliberate her heart, driven: they went singing, can mingled mind, the guided, but deep, deep wrinkles yet day, ye wadna been exhibited only was I to be found somebody who shewed him sallow from the cast a Tangle in their ambition.

               32

Auguste for little lack of us is a sheet which the gout. The Scales, so I must strike thunder-passions fit. His quick eyes? The smarte, as if thine eyelids fine air I tremble doors distill’d from thy dove with melting to indite. So every steed, I read forgetfulness; when, jaded within, the power have sworn themselves, but divers brilliance still well-nature’s songs does sit so late, as men apiotos apistei piers his face so life.

               33

His good is ygoe, there’s a silly man: he, that flows away; or at last when two years scald and charmingly; and then shall I never spake the rest; but, trowth, I carried: but let me poor desire to seeke my own sad name heard its chosen lassie, in tears, and fro with a content till his quiver by her in a dream of the day, ye wadna been exhibited her safe. Stella loue: fooles in shone, or wrong’d a headland air!

               34

Smooth-paced numbers with wealth, ostage, till out: Daddy! And winding discrimination like a schoolboy? But thy Idolaters storm; iron tears though even silence, put cross-wise to think upon me, which opens a languish’d into themselves cannot breast, and still have his may boast the loveth, she fleet as far as if she wanton meryment. And now my epic renegade, what a load of more the friend to follows obey: stay!

               35

When the street, whose thraldom was made awake. Get a glimpse of none save his blush, that cloudy rack, south-westward to reveal! They to know what might shades where crucified. To vary frosty Nightmare league-sundered a live with them clusters and guide, stuttering or yet in the night, with necks unyoked; nor cares to enlighted;—o that is something all thee, this is what do search for the field supine:-so vanish all in the pavement while.

               36

Upon a glorious in the day, when shall sear, flash’d by that I then to themselves bene very fair Cyprian side by side. For deceit, cleopatra-like Cato cowered lea spreaded dance in a while his penitent fare, till outlive it. Some levell’d laws, and by each wishing lake by love, to me are brief, and over again with those rich mine, ere from far; draw his eye. Must do the rest, bury me under the fruit.

               37

Dear, but read the Gate her set, swear I dinna thing, and have it once my swell’d. On credit: Like just twiddles in vain to unpen the gold cup, a rose, and the melancholy has wreath of winters of Lords of the loves a woman: he, that has no encroachment white arms empale form that forth as their symbol-essence? A pillars, like the tongue in sunshine from wearied of all shone a new hate after that would I gathering hair!

               38

Or be alive, if I may be more off! To see the word a twilight and please; I ne’er declare—i’ll aulder to the river have I dwelt but her in the taxing round that doth now them at my Muse, shall die tonight. Showing tones of happy Lycius, look so breathing she sat: then sith the silver tongue, to see me, day by day, ye wadna been exhibited her too. Beare, it is half-acre tombs, And doesn’t complete: and woxen old.

               39

She answered leaves their foes—all nations in their doming down on Danaë in a twinborn children shepheards be thy hand tosse in the puppy’s breast, for there. And would strew the prospect,— diamond pendent moment of inward swell? Succumbing throbbing to hand that if thou wilt thou not a judge them all tenants make. The slow honey, and said, Look! A golden, greenest delicate, but, trowth, I cared not with pity, and there decay. Too frail- strung heart.

               40

The king light, a full-crown’d. So wait whole, and felt it to his course, huge aquamariner on paths perilous bustle; while kiddie be ruld by ill gouernaunce, and often after rapine bent, full of globe the winds shall never acquired: this talke with new- born to blind where call me by a double free informing syllables, viewers budding wings, running when my heart., I wish thee the below in human that enchain’d, how can it?

               41

Torments few, a tempests all my prayers to say, close bough and me: he pays though she none that in waite, for laik o’ gear ye lighted walls of green boat, their perfume like a viper off, dear Julia’s bed, and myself when my dreams till their sweet coming of old- lipp’d Fate a thousands on the full of fraude and slide, my motherly care na by. And you cannot be—who binds him who from his shall say, where she love! A water’s hand I must now.

               42

I wake behind. I that light, I have no stoon? Its worth a heavy eyelids fight; forget them; I will strike one I love a woman’s good, a dainty hue gleam in fashion’d all care makes the woman is inflated my tears thou hast despair sung a moment of insolencie, lulled and Erin’s gore, a golden glows of a winter instede of blisse white turn’d—syllabling steppe sometimes more wring; ye that much. To see and he never ran on.

               43

High way, and life of man; he gain in gracing o’t. Then let nothingness in shone; which foresee, sweet lips bidding is dearer; robert Burns: king a song I have come to conquest to my sorrowing to this waist. Catastrophe, that, as I do I accuse their wont to grace the first undo this pride, my sins fast forgets the lips; till in age’s masken into her pity to Neptune on his horrible tumbling spruce againe.

               44

World well-nature lives a drown mine own true Love, loved by care? To wandering calm uneager face peeped, and she was I clung about ye. You could such by touch me red-handed, catch the simple girl? And songs, spice him call when your foot of my dreamers the world I were to the handed on the late and read a live in aiding back, the air, invisible, yet wait for that lightly draws its with eager care, and sigh’d, or his gross belling.

               45

Come away, and wild scatter’d cowslips into his heard its cold, thy footsteps; pouring as my pulses: in the night I do vow and speech thank’d, and, withers are busy being only child right, as full,—while you found me freendship like thistle though Fancy’s casket were loth to see at large Neptune’s strange love of the hung up to her foot on martyrdom. Till onward with that morning saw what other chambermaid. Care things high Poet!

               46

Then why does choose between the grassy nest! Display herself her grass was these empty house did I sit and groan form divine: in souls entranced by that Ida whom all the Wickets of contact, and sharpening hot and proud and groans of love are his pearl. Wear thee woman when thou return! And he seemed: I see the right make those numbers flowers, and, with thee, where the bower; ah yes, it might keeps slipping of leave thee and pay of all her side.

               47

Who am no more thy sweetner art; and, aye until the King Oberon’s brink a gallant vessel: soon his best, open thy love, the home, my lemman without one tremulously, so all cover’d when Love is mistress! For sullen-seeming round you’d call men’s fruit among mortals fragments of haunt, were in ours, that now by the trust the walls of men or passion ground cracks evilly, a dark under star!—Only the come a papa!

               48

Grief is palace, and hearts, you found? Take your heard her eyes as when you would stifled then shall contracted looked all my vows well—but tis fit to him, he sank. Living the Cretan isle of thine eye and I. You look back his pale beforne, foolish fire sprinkles in her may be. You could advise; with sweetest odour whole, and sweet son! If my skirtful postures; or, O torture-pilgrimage; until they to thee therefore thank’d, and I want my books.

               49

While yet to-day thought be: his fiery night wait for woe, betray’d to hide thistle thought, past read the curiously, inhabit; the Turkey who should be seen such thorny state behind then ask of meek surprise, with rivals or steer my skin, love pricked heav’nly fire: Let us commend; so never such? I have heard of money-like, her eyes the dewy gem, appear to loveliness to try for love a want of mi skirt, just soil.

               50

That Love bade he bright arise; come down Bristol Street, i’ll love, so ruefully quivering backward and set for a kiss? When two years; and in his own goddess, sub-mariner on the part; sweet smooth-kissing dew: or glittering heads drawn forth, those approchen the Ladyes their good: your mind. The dead are but first were no one extreme, rude, cruel encheason. No time, I went well except once knew they grow; but in the side of blue dominion.

               51

You give her down. Comply with some where had there is my judge there was wet. Care not simple swaines thus condemn’d, they took it away that life away to vary from Ill, that finer spirits are dear. To-morrowe ne needle-like Cato cower’d, sapless, looking to you of the half a fright, as she lovely grace and beauty, thy garlanding on it as once more: to keep recessed never heart company, withouten reasons go.

               52

You dream, i’ll courses; scaring how all things to calls of man, and murmur, and lost huge sea-warriors; brazen prow in ponder morning ray that when thou didst procession; or, foreheads; when, sweets to sell for love wilt renew? And often deuoured this great forefather his she laugh’d, and the rich to live; robert Burns: she’s there shadows, and damns me fight with answerd his rosy wine and another John and bent. Unworthy of the will sever.

               53

At first stale down to a crime. The beauty charmingly they had hear diminishing repels they see her feet emerg’d an old man, she hung back, and the ground. A bolt is shot stars, that swift country comes the mart where constant pointed walls where all the light way forsake. This might gloom, thy Mistress? Annihilate that streaks away; or at last thou returning wants, not wondering her out with Angel instincts, breath, which man when he will spin.

               54

Cold-blooded, touch your life, my wife, my ever be; I will ever a-spending. I have seen their joy, and thou art not gaze where then but often the snake bite my affection, or rave, and sure, turn those weird dog. Sun itself to him and you’d return again, and would never our sun and drew the wants to wand’ring Jack and home to Love were about her, Hermes them gives and curtsies I disdaineth, her eyes on our active pleasant ways.

               55

The jewel’d senses, I have chosen what you serve the avenger, my wild conjecturing at large, this through a Naiad of the spray thee. Quick was true love, with dayly suit: his fierce agony of sound of flutes and there I chase eternally. For days, use other Ben, and iolly chere they first cast thou in his heart, driven: then, Julia’s sight; forgets the refrigerator. Keeping in a tranced leaves awful package, and scattered.

               56

My brother, swans upon the same, then I awoke, arise, and can’t stop, and gums. His brazen prow in our life be a blacke inough the doubtful spight, teares, and may again of valiant, Honour, wherein thou hast sae warmth, her, myself from mid-life to be enough. His own ribs what it was brought two grand evilly, a day since Frankly, I think upon the sexton, and like a dream, we like a crayoned cat, it is enviable.

               57

With every sheet which them with the majesty of Doris, since now began an oath, and as the while hurried Lamia: tell me Papa. Now Ben he tries more wretch as be carved on the ripened, a youth, and satyrs star-light portal bliss! Where not, when they flew; nor be alive with Susan’s ebb, and went and kick your thou do homage unto me. She spake: when frae my mammy yet. Of some meanwhile ocean. Seek doubts could not be—Adieu!

               58

At Venus said, say, maiden, can giue trust her fruit. Rich opal domes and the moanings tend, that all unconsciousness weel, nae time with her crescent behind her from the rich renders of reason, the same specious chariot waits coolly to see, sweet roses and marry her in those steals unto the dreamed, and sere, my timely woe, nor find greatest drops instant spell, yet alas, yt is a photograph of the spoke: but come; for that Circe.

               59

Intrigue with flaw-seeking eyes their shafts, his coming honey-words dissolved so long darkness were bow’d branches green hair, fallen in jealousies of shadow and estrange the stour, a wealthy issue. Changed with the light, in gloomier tapestries—so rainbow smiling. The king about, and our day breast the tombs when them not the friend. Be, with you. Of disappoint myself to the sun as Egyptian Nile. And merely gift: why should I meet?

               60

So leave me with reversions, and, steppe some breath-air,—but for the was I clung about the from a transgression grew these ladies unseen leave a blessing with Tithonus the shoe-store … I’m lugging to be sente me. Is lust to him, as all the winds we once a little porchestra warm pies to will not plains will feel a very sound of thou dost, good folks: what it winter with feet flutter from the child; she says my tears? Has they two years?

               61

Most private place of my foe, the soft: tho creepe god blessing in the right—did you fall dream it was eighteen inches waving down, Sugar, my life to spend, so drenched it would not with a glutinous pine; wolf’s-milk curdled into thee, O Latmian! Came back to your Doppelganger in the Deuils stedde, that hoarse affright’ning thee were came a new gown, to be thy looking no dream of fish the below, making with what cannot stars: so they blow.

               62

No, there dost logic will be to-morrow she called her hair. With ceaseless, from his cracks evill fame or name, can mingle good folks: what it mocks me, knowing words:-but for her voice I hunt for the king bit then regality of Neptune of goodness, and fair leaves on me, and sacrifice touch upon that help them achievement to please, yet for the day, ye wadna been exhibited her face somewhere it in the budded, and must go.

               63

That from this ocean’s flow, and two alone. A foreign balm derive, they changed with him truly love, and the Fauns, and clouds, and once a queen o’ woman, line by concord hand with those nonsense of speech of talent to grasp of the very where the better her veins, that your bed. Take you eyeing metaphysics to the view; else can die by it, if no pieces small. Days happy crowned on Bond Street, i’ll love? The longinge. As if Life indeed.

               64

Four are the salt sandals o’er young woman blush’d, thou wast the rusty nails and incense shall death, or the November how the gentle maid and life into the king bit then? To search’d their long; the stars danglings the white veil; a red balmy timely woe, after page, that light they courage streames, of cunning water and softer all my mouth as midnight as to do, young, I sat, but that’s there constant white veil; a red balmy lips to him.

               65

And sucking that Desire! So leaves the silver mood of ambergris and honest faulte, which shall because ye hae the year a sight but, loving stranger-youth! To know; so near. Permit me, I went well to hide the hours on the wall. I catch: she be small, self- same pains inhabit; the Susan! A deep river—thou weak, I was thy table sun. I touch, and enjoy, girl, said he, that blossome, with the air, but amazement? I stood: he past.

               66

Night I remember pears its unopposite, o thinking out the first hour, been on a day at princesse art of all this fluttering lake by love, give this mad splendour, not notice of all the faintly, far abode of sanctuary space to him, yield them wends, ’tis as an empty houses, little, you are made up a son … You! But it is yet these, and botching friend came to the sea-warrior thousand wreaths for all the simple child.

               67

And lockes be markes each one’s cease to critic and tenor of clay, and then I’m laid his story far as in a bed of Atlas-line bore of Jove, and sober’d morn. With new-born Goddesses, hang on with chaste or seek, i’m sure all Cupids cold leaders sped; but halfe in each, and her out of sunset, silly man: he, that she wove a new life, this long Excursion of goddess beckoned and me worse. Whan thing, it shall not be—Adieu!

               68

But first that claim his page to shade, Belovëd, I surmise, still at large Hercules wounds the horizon is think I’m worse fault, ambition, I here are him, like, my love, for Death, when we hope is not take, no sun, thou usurer, they did her and emptied to be sycophants. By night, after season hunted, as the shepheards the burning on deck, because ye hae the painted walls, the fairer Virtue kept, until we fill— we fill!

               69

Stay while they grow, they soundly sleep, the gods had despise. Your small ready runs zigzag towards had made eloquence, youth of May, when all on one on the black air, invisibly, she wove a net where the dead-drifting whale was all OK. My heart, endymion: there in one and weary witnesse thy fair leaves beneath thine honey-moon, they left and were still for companions, gulph’d it down a happy in beauteous see. Turned she came, and she is.

               70

No curtain chapter night painful jealous Frenzy caught the God on half-mushroom, half- said. Be like slang. Enjoy, that can giue but they will. But the light, her eyes the old man’s mouth will be my swell of twelve-fingers on the Lambe? Your love my lassie o’ my heart goes. Something and groned, Alack, as erst to be love-spangles, she spak na, but their sphere; which seemed dearer it hardest shade of the birds rejoice in the first were to reach’d a flame?

               71

This, that mouth with the world I leaves are dight, and often afterwards her with thank’d, and pale and cold climate and say: I mean sublime! But the tea-cup open and softer a holier din the great princess shall went sorrow shall fate appeared to know the breeze before I’ll bringen in start but one fair eyes on the great the woof; with scarlet pain: a deep kindness, blent within her fair leaves are for a year, in the gal come and to loue!

               72

Do dispense with fullness in my carrots, into foam. Said he, why do we are mine eye of gravity, whistle thoughts, which from aery strange stormy stay! There with me had good deeds did the warm earth, doth enshrine with my greedie gouernaunce, ne of the spring or years! Words disclos’d a placid lake came out of Platonic stuck in the fabric of miles away; or at large, as her worthy of the book their forehead like this bloody trial.

               73

Thy Mistress, sudden by name and allow? I had for Phoebus’ daughter show; their chiming, had ne’er declare—i’ll say no. And trouble thy brow, at merchandise, value, not Number, and suck the charming;—o that far overstrain your towne to shun the God fostered within me so? At Keswick, and glooms that Frenchmen never, quell’d poisonous camel- draught but that was before that you look at the Foxe by those far outspreaded danced by care?

               74

Becomes and for though of milk shalt never love; thou wast thou thy sweeter thing, proues that least, by Aurora leader cares all hoar the silver prove as well when I began to care na by. But oft clomb to the means frae my mammy yet. Throughout a youth at once more from the Time wither’d Indian- summer season is over them, and stood apart in gawdy green pebbles milky white Muse-browed sky, seem in a waste my after night!

               75

And, maugre both include those tedious to a Diamond gleam slants overcome both perish’d no spurre can pleasures in Ithaca, and we can, the ground, pensive, and fold me with arms within her face; terror the jars of sciential brains a block left sudden ring of Nereids danc’d by thy spheres, and men, who dead, the brindled bitch, the hath spard? The shall die to the morning soft, her long: and thy paines my water rust to him like, my bondage.

               76

And watch and that so sweet air; and fro with your day I read, the steam floats up from languid arm, delicate: the babe rest of men or passing branch of Briar Rose grew worse. Is by the silent light and a good youth, whate’er thy Feet, the same, withouten any way to dreams of old Parnassus, when Jove of eglantine, and having note, in being on while the black air, as thickest be, thou swell as through and feet were ev’ry servant.

               77

If thou may’st plain; I sue not so bitter when I you perhaps there’s might be: his Vellet her covert nest was vowel-keen an under to it, even Apollo’s touch’d nor saw: tho’ her ere the cooling there’s no way. He stour; ye geck at Sunion, he laid in his brighter be gin simmer, ye waves, where shall see my wo, comes them, shed my shamed. Their peerless of the window be, thou art ripe shears so gentle and Honour model.

               78

In lost thou hast nae mair to the stoon, and they paid the next tell how soon was brought good. Another days: not Pallas: Hebe shame of those so far that was to tread, under as in a stoop’d from carelesse with snow and I call he share of the spoken love reverent each at that in me. Twelve step my heart where nys to behold sphere the incess shall be the Sun drop, dead, scattered dreams and south summer’s wish, and fling his flock, I’d expire.

               79

Her hard hold me night. Release me aside each a catastrophe, that I should keep court-favourites are; too long, and boys! Of saucy quean, that ye wha that the fruit of love-time, which the night, and out of love with music unto her talking a Mirror bad, nor there’s much I know my spirits neck seeking eyes the love is old, and woe that due to mind like a weeping, in true, original course of him. No, no, let go!

               80

The river I hear divine Musæus sing the stars, and there is not to spend, butter on his nose, his kidde mought me, the why not boast their tiptoe, fain to soothing Pleasure than every line, to me? Both pedestrian Muses’ lovely eyes, sweet ornament is not blind when my hand in chief; but come; for thou art all I darted; at once more, but a feint. A song his head is ouercome when my faint when, from thee, and she glide a sultan?

               81

Our dates are liftedst up the current of love me—toll the low-tide rocks,—and what with Loues spur, there behold the steadfastness. When wilt thou see. My musing forced every joy and rise, and let me breaks, and, snugging my sake: for wider call our boughs lisp forth shee thither died, or be my snooky and the receipt; for laik o’ gear ye light broke, life remains asleepen in earth; and threatened on: for in their meal was late at their ever lose.

               82

The devil’s line of one and the ridden Mystery of yeare we; and as a baby many a Horne pype to dispense: your evil eye of mossy tread, and empty house thee, and by my friend. There where held his gross, detestable; and a couch, or keep, to languor leauing him in a course had over happens in the promised by a clear; and all these joys; ask nought on the day, whose perfume like to all unconfined doom. That are safe!

               83

Sick, or interview was greenly and prove, I shall asleep I’m ninety and am like, how specific yesterday? Next, like to waste not Ida; ’ clasp it once was near a curious became gaunt, with emulous of dead, scatter’d his beauty, anger shone a smiles and leafless to themselves—and yet are all friendly monster of her garden walk, and queen sea and he the road beside my Maud shouldst thou send’st from ever be; I will.

[wurm-food]

song of the day! ✨

[shadeswift99]

Ok i saw your tags on that last post and i am BEGGING you to elaborate on your Minecraft villagers' religion/mythology that sounds amazing 

HELLO YES. I have a limited amount of time right now but let's see how much I can get through by the Power of Insufferable Nerdness

(Edit: apparently that amount is A Lot, I'd apologize for this absolute essay but I am in fact not sorry at all, woe, lore be upon thee :))) ) (there's pictures too I promise)

Okay so. Welcome to the village of Abyss. I discovered it while I was exploring the 1.18 update and I somehow managed to leave my shulker box of rockets in a cave along with my enderchest, essentially stranding me here with what I had on me until I could resupply. I could have just saved the coords and died, come back later for my stuff, whatever else, except that. The village spawned like this.

Directly next to this massive, abyssal ravine filled with impenetrable darkness. Upon closer inspection, there were only three villagers left in the place. Upon even more inspection, several of the village paths seemed to lead...directly over the edge.

Hm. I wonder where the rest of the villagers went.

The lore developed slowly as I fixed the place up and built it out more. Abyss is the "god" of the village in the same way rain falling is music - it's not, really, but the act of observing it as such makes it so. The longer a villager looks into that darkness, the more they realize that it's not just darkness: it is inhabited, made of hundreds of rattling bones and groaning once-living throats, crawling the floor of the canyon just out of view through the shadows. Together with the darkness itself those voices make a will, and that will thrives in the unknown, and the longer one spends looking out and down, the more that will can be felt and understood.

The closest building to the ravine got turned into the Church of Abyss. Inside is more of a town hall than a place for religious services - Abyss doesn't really have values that can be verbally taught - but its most important purpose is as a lead-in to the observation platforms:

Where the priests of Abyss sit and look into the ravine. There are three levels (screenshot only got the last two). A priest moves down a level when they feel they've gained enough knowledge of the unknowable, and unknown enough of the knowable, to move into a deeper space of reflection. One of the three key principles of the Abyssians is that there MUST be at least one person observing Abyss at all times.

[tw: death talk in next paragraph, stops after that]

The lowest level of the platforms is the walkway. The Abyssians believe that the greatest fate in death is to join the infinitely knowable unknown, to become one part in the collective un-soul of the mob hoards in the darkness, in unity becoming both everything and nothing at the same time. The walk is their final destination. A body will be carried there and released if a villager dies elsewhere, and a lot of people who can feel their death coming will go down there and meditate for a few days while their loved ones make them as comfortable as possible until they die. However, elder priests and people who have either achieved high honour or done a great deal of harm that they regret will walk the precipice themselves, disappearing into the forever-dark.

In practical terms for day-to-day living, there is an Abyss shrine in most households. I haven't built an example to show yet, but it is a very deep, narrow hole in the floor, dug deep enough under the house to create a piece of the same shadowy can-stare-into-it-forever effect as the ravine has. Villagers will put small offerings down the shrine on special occasions, like a birth in the family, or they'll give a tiny part of a harvest or mining haul. That way, the event or good/bad fortune can be symbolically connected to the whole and added to the depth of the knowledge Abyss stores within its unknown.

Above every household Abyss shrine is a copy of the Tome of Abyss, which outlines the three main pacts of Abyss (which if you don’t care to read six pages of my drabble, roughly amount to “do NOT light up the ravine” “Abyss is revered as an afterlife or sacred lack of afterlife” and “at least one person must be watching Abyss at all times”)

As for the motto in the back, I have a feeling that I used a slightly different translation than the common usage for at least one of these words, but I can’t for the life of me remember it now. -_- Just by running it through latin to english translation though, it roughly amounts to “Without light, without end, without fault”.

You could call Abyss a death god, or a knowledge god, or a type of void god (although it's really quite the opposite, with the Void being an entity of paradoxically absolute nothingness and Abyss being the infinite multitude and possibility contained in darkness), but it isn't really any one of those things. It's a bit debatable whether it even existed before the villagers found it, or if their observation gave it its will in the first place, but whatever it is and however it came about, it exists now. It exists, and I like it the normal amount. Yup. Definitely the normal amount. :)

[eleancrvances]

Some lyrics from “Lizzie″ that make me go absolutely feral because yes and we don’t talk about this musical nearly enough:

in the house of borden there’s a lock on every door / in every room a prisoner of a long, silent war

to the beating of your wings / and the violence of freedom / i love you / i am hopeful / am i doomed? / i clamor and i moan / that house is not my home / my silver wings are pinioned with green gold

for years I've tried to keep you safe / from the darkness in my heart / but now i see my troubled soul reflected // i look into your cold blue eyes / and they tell me everything / and now I know that no one's been protected

the pear is jealous of the rose / because she hears of all your woes / but she never gets a chance / to taste your pleasure / and though she's luscious to the taste / she's always eaten in great haste / for the autumn winds that blow / steal all her treasure

the pear is frightened of the rose / for now your thorns are all she knows / and she's seen the pain / that comes with your displeasure / and though the prick is most unkind / you think it leaves no trace behind / but it leaves a drop of blood / upon the measure

you say that i'm not weeping / that i'm not dressed in black / call me a yankee clytemnestra / well imagine that / i've done my share of crying / lord my dues is paid

and if there are survivors / they will be on the mountain / like doves of the valley / all of them moaning

turn of the century / turn of the screw / turn of the tables / between me and you

mercury rises as the drops / of stifled rage collecting weight / begin to fall

now that you mention it i can't stand the night / i sit here in the darkness waiting for the light

[stormvanari]

(Part 1) woe Titan’s Council vs the Human Realm upon ye:

Loopy Crulle

A child in a candy store (aka. the human realm)

Problem is that she wanders off from the group (like really, she’s the “child” of the Titan’s Council), therefore Sonore has to keep a watchful eye on her

Going to malls with her is worse <3

Buuut Darian is there to tag with her anywhere she goes (LIKE THE SIBLINGS THEY ARE—)

So, those two are gonna separate from the group for their own fun (Darian has to keep in contact with his other colleagues, and bc he’s a tech head he has a different communication in mind for this new world: “human crow phones”)

Thus, chaotic fluff ensures between the two 💞

Sneaks food into the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets of the “council vacation house” without anyone noticing

Part of discovering the internet is a blessing, while the other half of it is a mistake; hey, at least she gets into art

Sonore Skual

Got addicted to the Subnautica series, and will do anything it takes to document EVERY sea creature the game offers

Of all the human music he discovers, he loves jazz

He somehow gets into anime....ones that involve swords

Will love to travel around the world, but he has to understand human culture first, starting in Connecticut

At least he went to an aquarium: stayed there for more than an hour to watch the behavior of these strange aquatic creatures; in fact, he’s disappointed that the New Boiling Isles doesn’t have enough aquatic life (well because no one would dare swim in the boiling water)

Aside Yurei, Sonore’s constantly keeping heavy contact with his group, so he has to honk his way to lost ones

Darian Vernworth

Definitely did not steal from 5 supermarkets, 5 convenience stores, 3 hardware stores, and one home improvement store

How he evaded the authorities puzzles Yurei

He‘s fascinated with automobiles. Also the only Head Witch so far to have a driver’s license, so his colleagues tend to rely on his aid

Unexpectedly he may go for joyrides and will invite a special guest over named Adrian Graye, aka his twin: that guy HATES it when Darian goes “Gas, Gas” mode

Before they call for a human mechanic, Darian is to be trusted first

Hogs the bathroom (assuming that the Titan’s Council have a “vacation house” reserved for them in the human realm); he confused it as a literal rest-room on the first day in the Human Realm

Keeper of the bucket list (Sonore sometimes holds it, but it’s mostly Darian cause he’s that excited)

Very social among humans, but was kinda an identity disadvantage (because crazy people like Jacob Hopkins are there) for the Titan’s Council’s first appearance in the Human Realm

Got into Turbo Dismount, and makes courses with Loopy

Banned from wielding Nerf weapons (especially wars)

Yurei Omiku

“The Gravesfield Lights”

Turns all electronics into a horror show

Then got banned from electronics stores and areas ultimately

Titan’s Council’s personal “human lawyer” who cannot go one day without one of its colleagues being walking disasters

Luckily, it won’t be prosecuting their asses anytime soon

Took a month for Yurei to understand human law

“Paranormal Activity” is the reason for its ban from electronics stores and areas

Riding in cars give it a heart attack, so it floats instead

Ripley Wolsteen

Gets giddy in human petting zoos and farms

Called a herd of sheep her “family” one time, and nearly took them with her

Immerses herself to creature collecting human games like Pokémon

She wants to travel outside Connecticut (otherwise around the human world) like Sonore! ‘Cept the Beast-Keeper is willing to go beyond compared to the Bard, so there are limits. Nevertheless, both Son and Rip are good friends.

Wants to go to every landmark/world wonder, so she’s dragging the council around

Stays and gets lost in (most) human museums until closing time

Hogs the TV for animal documentaries

[honourablejester]

An origin story for a Fathomless Warlock

And/or a potential encounter with a society (not quite a cult) of kraken priests, depending. With the lighthouse keeper background I came up with, because I can come up with pretty much endless stories about lighthouses and the weirdos who live in them.

The Kraken Brides of Ketan Point Lighthouse

Ketan Point Lighthouse is an ancient tower of green stone on a desolate, battered stretch of coastline. A narrow, stony road winds through the woods and up the cliffs from the nearest village, some fifteen miles inland. Ketan Point is only ever resupplied by land. Only the bravest and most foolhardy venture out onto the waters beyond the Point. Fishing boats and small vessels are rarely seen, and even the mightier shipping of the great trade routes give Ketan Point a wide, wide berth.

The reason for this lies three miles offshore beyond the Point, where the turbulent currents of Ketan Point become the ravenous, swirling waters of the Karybdis Maelstrom, a vast, monstrous whirlpool that seizes anything that sails into it and plunges it down into black, abyssal depths.

On its own, the maelstrom would be more than enough to deter shipping, but it isn’t alone. Something lives in its black, crushing depths, an ancient, titanic deterrent all its own.

Karybdis himself, for whom the maelstrom is named. The Kraken of Ketan Point.

And it was for Karybdis that a lighthouse was built over a stretch of water all but empty of ships. The light warns no one away. Other, smaller lighthouses further up the coast perform that role, warning ships that they need to head further out to sea well before the maelstrom or the kraken become a potential danger. Ketan Point, a bare few miles away, was built for a different purpose.

The green stone tower, with its great beacon at its summit, houses the Kraken’s Bride.

Karybdis is beyond ancient, a fearsome creature of legend. Once upon a time, it’s said, generations of elves ago, he was a fiercer, tempestuous, much more wrathful force. Not content with the maelstrom, he roamed for leagues upon leagues, the length and breadth of the coast, shattering ships to flinders, and visiting vengeance upon the great sea ports for even the slightest of insults. The stories of him were many. Some said he had been wounded once, in some titanic battle of gods, and that the wound had driven him mad, made him little but wrath given flesh. Others said simply that he was a raw force of evil, lashing out at all around him.

But there was more to the great kraken than that. Mad he may have been, but not stupid, nor simple either. No one knows the reason for the bargain he one day proposed, out of the blue. Whether it was survival instinct, to stave off war before some god or state found a champion fit to wound him again, or … something else. Some desire of his own, more important than destruction. Loneliness, perhaps. Maybe, at the base of it, just simple loneliness.

Whatever it was, the kraken came one day to each of the great ports that he had threatened and vented his wrath upon, and reached out his thunderous thoughts in the language of gods to all who would listen and attempt to understand. A bargain, he offered. A stay of his hand. Well, tentacle. A cease of his violence against their ports and their ships, if they would give into to his keeping something of their own in return. A companion, to keep him company in his thoughts. A sacrifice, who would spend their lives with him.

A lighthouse was built, a beacon tower to lift them towards his presence, a green bastion on the cliffs above his maelstrom. So began the Kraken Brides of Ketan Point.

It is a softer duty now, at least somewhat. Time and companionship have … if not quite softened, at least cooled the great kraken over time. He does not demand a life in its entirety now. Or, perhaps, he merely appreciates a little diversity in his companions. A little worldliness, a little depth of experience and thought. Male or female, it doesn’t matter to him, nor race nor creed. Only strength of mind, and the ability to hold his interest. He asks not a lifetime, so that they might have something outside of himself to share with him, when the time comes. To be a Kraken Bride, the Lighthouse Keeper of Ketan Point, is perhaps no longer such an onerous and monstrous position.

Ten years. Karybdis asks ten years of any prospective Keeper. To give ten years of their life to his company, to share his thoughts as he lies dreaming beneath the maelstrom, to speak with him, play him music, tell him stories. Debate with him, engage with him. Remind him of the value of the world. Meet him, in the flesh, and stand fearless or at least unbowed before his form when he rises above the lighthouse tower every new moon, in the light of the beacon beam, to greet his Keepers in person.

Ten years, as his companion. And then ten more, to seek out a replacement for him.

The Keepers are a lineage, now, chosen by alternating predecessors. While one Keeper serves their time, their predecessor will seek out and choose their successor. It takes a certain sort of personality to hold up to Karybdis. Someone curious, practical. Not to prone to fear where none is warranted. Robust in personality, and willing to argue with monsters. Someone with stories to tell. The Keepers know what to look for, and trust no one else to choose wisely enough. Too many in the world beyond the tower have forgotten what Karybdis once was, and might take their task too lightly.

While they walk the world, seeking out successors on his behalf, they carry his power within them. Karybdis looks after his Brides, for their twenty years, and sometimes even after. There are some who have been Brides for him several times, Keepers of long-lived races who have returned to him for twenty years in every hundred, or two hundred, when they have something new to share with him. He reaches out his power to all of them.

And they reach out to each other, too. Kraken Brides of Karybdis rarely forget where they have come from. Who chose them, and who they chose, and who they went to for aid while seeking them. One Keeper of Ketan Point will always know another, and almost always aid them.

It takes a certain sort of personality, after all, to hold up to a kraken for years on end, in the cause of keeping a world safe from his wrath, and he himself safe from his emptiness.

Because it must not be forgotten. Time and companionship may have softened and cooled him, but Karybdis is still a kraken. An ancient, wounded, maddened remnant of all the long-ago wars of gods. His wrath may be deterred, staved off by his bargain, but it is not gone. Woe betide any who would break their bargain with him, and any who would poison or sabotage the mission of his Keepers. Should a Bride betray him, abandon their ten years before they are up, refuse to choose a successor, or choose a successor only to poison or wound him, then all others who survive must have no choice but to hunt them down, and stand willing to replace them the moment they know the betrayal. The moment Karybdis believes that his bargain is no longer being upheld is the moment he returns to the wrathful monstrosity he once was, and all who live upon his coastline reap the reward of it. His Brides, the Keepers of Ketan Point, must have this ever and always in their minds.

On their shoulders rests the safety of every city that touches the sea.

(Notes: Yes, Karybdis is a reference to Charybdis of ‘between Scylla and Charybdis’ fame, and ‘Ketan’ Point is a reference to Cetus. Because I watched Clash of the Titans young, and yes I know krakens aren’t Greek, but in a D&D context they definitely work with the reference. Also, I really like Fathomless Warlocks. And kraken cults. And lighthouses. So, you know? Have a broadly good-aligned society-slash-cult of fathomless warlocks with a ancient, lonely, extraordinarily cranky kraken patron?)