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@jjedied lotr where everything is exactly the same except sting, the famous british musician, plays the role of sting, frodo’s sword

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"i know you'll never love me." his throat is raw; the words claw themselves out, as low and raspy as though his voice modulator were still affixed to his mouth. he can't seem to meet her eyes –– stares instead at the floor, three paces before her, his hand curled around the door to her chambers. "i know that i'm a monster." ( you're a monster. / yes i am. ) his breath almost stutters, his gaze flicks up to his empress, his equal, his dark mirror, his savior. "but you treat me like a man."

DEATH STANDS LIKE A SHADOW IN HER DOORWAY, a dark and looming thing, one foot in this world and the other in the afterlife. there is shock at his admission, then confusion, followed by no small amount of apprehension. like staring down a wild, wounded animal, she tenses, waiting for any sign of aggression. none comes. she wonders then at his words ––– what love could there be between a lost girl and a fallen son ?

REY OF NOWHERE / EMPRESS OF NOTHING. the title tastes bitter on her tongue, like unripe berries & stale bread. it weighs upon her like shackles, and yet, fits snuggly in the chasm within her chest.    if i’m in prison, it is one of my own making.   ( she’d entered the belly of the beast willingly, with eyes wide and unblinking, and no Force in the galaxy could change that now. )

for all her grievances, still there lies compassion. perhaps she will always see the boy buried beneath the monster, the man behind the mask, so her tension softens to something more kind.

“ you are a man, ben. i think you’ve just … forgotten what it’s like to be one. ”

@heirapparant

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Reylo + Deathless

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––––––––––––––– she talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are. where have you been all my life? they ask. where have i been all my life? she replies.  ( aesthetic edit for @lightequal )

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true nature – fantasy concept by Jakub Rozalski

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SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.

MACBETH.

the howl of wolves.   moonless nights.   dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.    echoing drums.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity.   bloodshot eyes.   the roughness of rusted steel.   wild rosebushes.   muscle cramps.  the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDNIGHT SUMMER’S DREAM.

crackling fires.  ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.  petrichor.   dirty, bare feet.   tattered clothing.  thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.  late evening birdsong.   curling leaves.  a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night.  humming bees.   beds of clover.

ROMEO & JULIET.

warm golden lamplight.  worn shoes.   crumbling brick walls.  whispered poetry.    embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.   rosewater.  flushed cheeks.  distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues.  cobblestone streets.  loose threads.  ink smudged on parchment.    tapping fingers.    dust illuminated by sunlight.   poison vials.

HAMLET.

shattered glass.   a cluster of fraying ribbons.  unanswered knocks on doors.  lingering dampness.  white noise.  inexplicable drafts.  migraines.  bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.  reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips.  the sound of tearing paper.   fogged windows.  memories of dreams.   tarnished silver.  protruding veins.

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There’s something about this girl that people around her can feel. There’s something about her that’s going to broaden the story. And she is the last man standing, as it were.

Daisy Ridley, Blueprints of a Battle: The Snow Fight

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( YOU’RE A DARK CLOUD ON THE HORIZON. )

I CAN TASTE YOU ON THE RAIN. // @lightequal

he’s gotten better at sensing it. when she comes to him, it seems like all the light in the room suddenly shifts. it flares, once, to his eyes only, and then dims, though the shadows in the room don’t seem to change. sound is the second thing to go; it flies off as though down a rapid tunnel, escaping him suddenly until his own breath echoes in his ears, his mouth, his chest. then, usually, is when he can see her. only her. no sound but the sound of her voice; no sight but the sight of her face, her body interacting with surroundings unknown to him. but not this time.

this time, when the sound of his surroundings goes, hers come to him. he’s not sure if it’s accidental or on purpose; perhaps she’s controlling it, perhaps this is something she wants him to hear. or perhaps it’s merely a consequence of her emotions. he can feel the fascination radiating off her before she senses him, realizes she’s not alone, her joy is no longer private. because that’s what it is: joy. it’s been so long since he felt such a feeling that he almost didn’t recognize it at first. and the cause of her joy … the rain. he can hear it, can smell it, it’s so clear that for a moment, ren is rather convinced that if he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, he’ll be able to taste it. ( he did that once, as a child, when his name was still ben, when his father still lived and his mother still loved him. opened his mouth and flung his head back to drink the rain. his father had done the same. so had chewie. his mother had laughed and told them all they’d drown if they kept it up for too long. the memory echoes painfully in the hollow of his chest, and he stuffs it down, drowns it out in the rain the girl is sending to him now. ) 

ren reaches out, holding his hand palm up, and then turning it over. there is no water on it, but he can feel the rain now, and the sensation is curious. ❛ did you miss me? ❜ he asks, quietly, his voice carefully modulated into neutrality. it’s harder without the mask to cover his emotions, but he’s had a lifetime of learning to try and keep his feelings at bay. ( it’s about as effective as trying to keep a wolf on a leash, but still, he manages. ) ❛ is that why you’re here again so soon? ❜ this will trigger her anger, he’s sure, but he doesn’t mind the anger so much. 

it is, after all, easier to understand than joy. he’s never quite understood something so soft, never quite managed to understand how to hold it. if she lashes out, rages at him, that is something he knows how to handle. call me a monster, his eyes seem to say. call me a murderer. look at me like the wolf outside your door; anything other than the awe you cast at the water falling from the sky. 

it’s not the first time she’s been in the rain. after all, it rained on ahch-to more often than it didn’t, but rey had never really had --- time to process it, not really. to feel the rain as it beaded on her skin, forming tracks in its wake as crystalline drops cling to lashes, droplets dissolving on her tongue like nothing she’d ever experienced. the rain on her island — no, not her island, luke’s island — was cold and harsh and salty with sea - spray, hitting like tiny icicles to soak through layers upon layers and chill her to the bone. she’d voiced no complaints ( if she could survive the cruel desert heat, then she could surely weather a storm ) but there’d been muted disappointment hidden somewhere in her heart.     is this what rain was meant to be ?

as fate would have it, that was only one truth. to rey’s great fascination, and even greater delight, rain came in all manner of sorts. shower, deluge, torrent, drizzle — there seemed as many varieties of rainfall as there were lifeforms ( or so she’d like to believe. )

the vestige of the resistance found themselves on a temperate planet, and several days into their relocation, rey felt her rain for the very first time. the forests were foggy, and wet, but so lush and filled with life, and oh - so green; while her comrades sought shelter and complained of ‘soggy boots’, rey roamed deeper into the green, taken over by her silent wonder.

the first thing she notes is the smell — there’s a sweetness she cannot put a name to, accompanied by a crispness so unlike the harsh ahch-to storms. it’s heavier than a drizzle, but lighter than a shower, and she finds her head tilting skyward to absorb the feeling, eyes fluttering closed.

               she doesn’t want it to end.

she’s so immersed in the magical sensation, that she almost misses the change. ( almost. ) first, there’s the unmistakeable feeling of being watched; a tickle on the back of the neck, a shiver up the spine — not a pleasant feeling, but not entirely uncomfortable, either. fingers twitch at her side, itching to grasp a staff or the hilt of blade that’s no longer there, a weighted absence. then, comes an atmospheric shift; faraway birdsongs fade to nothing, the pitter - patter of rain upon the sodden ground becomes distant noise, even her own breathing sounds like an echo. her surroundings, beautiful, green, lush, begin to blur as if under a heavy fog, leaving only his form in crystal clarity.

circumstances had changed between them, she knew, but still rey could not help the clenching of her jaw or the stiffening of her stance. she hated that she could not control this, not really, not in any way that counts, but she forces herself to relax the tension in her shoulders and releases the fist she’d unknowingly made ; he could take, and take, and take ’til his hunger was sated and his eyes had gone cold, but rey would not let him steal this precious moment from her. ( he may be a wolf, but she had some wolf in her too. if he wanted ruin, he’d have to kill her for it. )

his words raised the ire he wanted, eyes flashing fire amidst the rain, but she holds back the sparks before they could set the forest ablaze.         ❛ funny, looks t’me like you’re the one spying on me. ❜

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Fangirl Challenge: [6/?] Relationships » Finn & Rey

My first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had.

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The Couple™ of Each Trilogy + Hugs

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"I can never regret. I can feel sorrow, but it’s not the same thing."

THE LAST UNICORN MEME.  ACCEPTING.

she doesn’t say she doesn’t believe him, but she’s sure he can sense it as loudly as if she had. sorrow and regret, two sides of the same coin, both defined by how they ache. how can you feel one without the other ? there’s a hope there, though, the faintest glimmer of it. there’s a certain humanity in the sadness of sorrow, one all beings can connect with — one she can connect with. perhaps with it, she can reach the man inside the monster.

there’s a silence so palpable it’s like a second skin, and she curls her fingers into her cloak, hazel eyes boring holes into his dark figure.    “ so what brings you sorrow, then ? ”

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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I’m Rey.

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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IF BY THE GRACE OF THE SUN, I SHALL LIVE AND DIE, THEN MAKE OF ME HISTORY. of dusks past and for dawns to come, let my fall be remembered, that my name be scattered in the stars. to the moon I will pledge my heart, and to the earth my bones. to the winds I pledge none less than my death, that when I fall the trees sing my last breath, and when I shatter, oh let me be storm. tell them how the dawn shone bright for my rise and my fall, tell them. now fall. — of dawns and ends — Linn D.    //    not spoiler free. personals do not reblog. est. 12/2017.

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THE LAST UNICORN (1982) SENTENCE MEME. feel free to adjust as needed !!

Do not boast, old woman. Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you.

Suppose they’re hiding together… somewhere far away? What if they’re waiting for me? In need of my help? … I must go quickly, and come back as soon as I can.

Don’t look back, and don’t run. You must never run from anything immortal; it attracts their attention.

I can never regret. I can feel sorrow, but it’s not the same thing.

I can feel this body dying all around me!

But, I am always dreaming, even when I’m awake; it is never finished.

Everything dies! I want to die when YOU die!

_____, who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I am seeking in this strange place, day after day? I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.

Once, I can’t remember, I was long ago, someone strange. I was innocent and wise, and full of pain.

It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.

Be rary of wousing a wizard’s wrath — rousing a rizard’s — Be wary of making a magician angry, if I chose, I could turn you into a frog!

Oh, God! I’m engaged to a Douglas fir!

Don’t cry. If you have become human enough to cry, then all the magic in the world cannot change you back.

She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales, and books are written by rabbits.

You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.

What is the matter with your eyes? Why can I not see myself, in your eyes?

I know you! I almost knew you as soon as I saw you on the road coming to my door. Since then, there is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you! A pace, a glance, a turn of the head, the flash of your throat as you breathe… even your way of standing perfectly still — they were all my spies!

Do you still deny yourself? Do you dare still pretend to be human? I’ll hurl you down to the others with my own hands if you dare deny yourself!

Set me free. We are sisters, you and I.

_____, I would not be you for all the world. You have let your doom in by the front door, but it will not depart that way!

Creatures of night, brought to light.

No cat out of its first fur was ever deceived by appearances, unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it.

A clock isn’t time; it’s just numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

Say my name then. If you know my name, tell it to me.

Tell me what you see. Don’t be afraid. Look at your fellow legends and tell me what you see.

I know you. If I were blind, I would know what you are.

Do nothing ’til you hear from me.

Oh, she’ll kill me one day or another. But she will remember forever that I caught her; I held her prisoner. So there’s my immortality, eh?

Now, you were out on the road, hunting for your own death, and I know where it awaits you.

You know better… Keep your poor shadows, if you will, but let me go, and, let her go. I cannot see her caged. She is real, like me. We are two sides of the same magic…

Who are you for then? Do you think those fools knew you, without any help from me?

Take me with you, for luck, for laughs, for the unknown…

You may come with me, if you like, though I wish you’d asked for some other reward for having freed me.

No, it can’t be. Can it be? Where have you been? Where have you been? Damn you! Where have you been?

And where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new?

The magic chose the shape, not I. I am a bearer, I am a dwelling, I am a messenger…

Why won’t you help me? Why must you always speak in riddles?

No cat anywhere, ever gave anyone a straight answer.

There is nothing I can look at for very long, except the sea.

Trouble me, please, trouble me! I would court you with more grace, if I knew how. I only wish you wanted something of me…

Drown out my dreams! Keep me from remembering, whatever wants me to remember it!

There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.

Do something! You have the power! I will kill you if you don’t do something.

Not all the magic in the world can help her now.

I wish I could see her just once more, so I could tell her all that’s in my heart. She will never know what I really meant to say.

Well, men don’t always know when they’re happy. But I — I think so. And you?

I am sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.

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