#for two nights already we have been saying “thou” to each other

[canisalbus]

Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

-

I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

-

At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

[r4ikkonen]

That one night | CL16

summary: It’s your brother’s wedding and one of his best men is Charles Leclerc.Would you guys hit it along?

tw: Language, rough sex

It was a big day today.Today was my brother Dylan’s wedding.He is so excited and honestly I am too.I picked a beautiful pastel pink satin dress to wear along with my silver jimmy choos.I took a cab to the wedding place since it was a little bit further than Monaco.The sun was shining so bright and I knew that it was going to be a great day today.For God’s sake it’s my brother’s wedding Of course I’m excited!

The place was stunning.. all along with some fairy lights and flowers.It was already crowded so I quickly made my way inside trying to find Dylan or at least anyone I know.The atmosphere was quite nice.The piano playing in the backround, the sound of people murmuring something and also a bartenders offering champagne and dessert.

Soon I got pretty bored since I didn’t have anyone to talk to so I went for a walk.Still holding my champagne I stood on a beautiful balcony with the perfect view.You could see the Whole Monaco from here It was truly beautiful.As I was enjoying my moment someone came up to me from behind.

“y/n, is that right?” A tall figure approached me holding a drink as well. “Uhm yes?” I answered quite confused with the current person I’m speaking with. “Im Charles, Dylan told me a lot about you.” He reached his hand to shake mine.His eyes were sparkling green and he had a big smirk on his face.His hair covering up his forehead while giving me a smirk.

“Oh yes I you were Dylan’s best man!”

“That’s right, what are you doing here by yourself?” The man said with a thick accent

“As you can already tell I’m boring myself and I’m probably gonna get drunk just out of boredom”

“Oh c’mon it’s not that bad y/n” Charles said standing right next to me, our arms were touching each other and we locked eye contact just in time.

“How have I never met you?” I said with a confusing grinn

“Well.. I’ve been traveling a lot”

“Ooh so you’re the carboy huh?” I teased him knocking his elbow.

“Is that so?” He continued

“ I guess it is”

“Well maybe we should get to know each other hm Ange?” He asked giving me a slight wink, he was smooth asf

The whole night we spent on talking with each other while laying on the ground drinking our champagne.He was fun, I learned a lot about him and we were both drunk as fuck.Thankfully noone was here and noone could hear the crap that we were saying.

“You wanna do something fun?” I said bitting my lip smelling like champagne.

“Hm?” He lifted an eyebrow, he fixed his posture and leaned in to face me.We were never this close so I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me into a kiss.It was such a french kiss.

Each kiss was deeper and wetter and we were a mess.Both of us so desperate for each other.His hands traveling across my body all the way down to my thighs were he paused.He pulled out of the kiss catching his breath.We locked eye contact but his hair was covering the half of his face which made it harder to see him.He got on top of me.Leaving wet marks on my neck with me moaning his name hoping that he will fuck me.He removed my dress with no mercy while his hands were covering my hips. “Fuck Charles..” I moaned making him even hornier than now.I cupped his head and he leaned his neck so I could get a full access.He slowly reached his hand between my thigh.”Already wet for me?” He teased while playing with my panties.I just blushed and waited till he inserted his fingers inside.He pressed two fingers with no warnings. “Oh fuck Charles..” “Shh.. Mon cheri, someone could hear us” He sushed me while he kept a pace with his fingers inside.I knew I tried my best to stay silent but I couldn’t help but letting small moans.He pulled his fingers out and inserted them in my mouth.Roughly I got to observe his fingers with my tongue keeping an eye contact.He felt so confident yet so dominant.He unzipped his pants and revealed his member.Shit i thought to myself.. “Are you sure?” He gave me a serious look before inserting his member inside of me. “Oh jesus Charlie” I gasped sticking my nails onto his back.He slowly started fucking me while holding me by my waist tightly. “Fuck you’re so thight..” He said gritting his teeth.I wrapped my arms around his neck and he started going even faster.

“Holy shit” I whinned.Charles kept on placing kisses on my neck while listening to me. “Charles I can’t anymore..” “Shh I’m close too c’mon Angel” He thrusts his hips a bit more.I was a mess.. He pulled his dick out and he faced to look at me.Both of our hearts beating fast.I tried catching my breath.He laid on top of my breasts hugging me.

“Jesus, Charles what did we just do?”

[darkangel1791]

TV Fanatic

Shadowhunters: 31 of Our Favorite Malec Moments

Rachel Foertsch at July 23, 2018 3:37 pm.

The relationship between Magnus and Alec on Shadowhunters is one of the best 'ships currently on television.

Alec is a Shadowhunter and head of the New York Institute while Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Seeing as they're both in charge of two groups who don't particularly get along, they have the odds stacked against them in almost every way.

Despite their struggles, Alec and Magnus never let their differences keep them apart. They have proved throughout the series that their love is strong enough to overcome anything life throws at them.

Not only are they great representation for the LGBTQ community, but they also have a pure and healthy relationship that everyone can look up to. They're one of the many reasons we're all fighting so hard to #SaveShadowhunters.

It's obviously impossible to name every amazing Malec scene, but we compiled a slideshow of 31 of our favorite Malec moments below!

And don't forget you can see these moments for yourself by watching Shadowhunters online right here on TV Fanatic! 

1. Their first time on 2x18 "Awake, Arise, or Be Forever Fallen"

There are so many amazing things that could be said about this scene as a whole. The music, the kissing, and Alec telling Magnus how beautiful he is officially ended us all.

2. Team work makes the dream work on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Anytime Malec teams up in the face of danger they always accomplish their goal. It's clear that being around each other makes them stronger.

3. Alec and Magnus' first kiss on 1x12 "Malec"

This was the iconic kiss that no one will ever forget. Alec literally walked back down the aisle of his own wedding to plant one on Magnus in front of everyone. And yes, Magnus and Alec are so epic that they actually had an episode named after them.

4. That time they turned Shadowhunters into a crime drama on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Somehow, Magnus and Alec are the best partners in crime and the worst. Being sneaky and subtle is not their strong suit, yet surprisingly they still managed to get the job done.

5. Malec gets domestic AF on 3x03 "What Lies Beneath"

Alec's cooking may not have been the best but thankfully Magnus was there to make some er...magical improvements. But you know what they say, a couple who cooks together stays together.

6. AU Alec pulls a Magnus on 1x10 "This World Inverted"

When Magnus and Alec first met Magnus inferred that Alec was playing hard to get. It's a good thing Magnus and otherworldly Alec both love a challenge.

7. Magnus and Alec kill us with cuteness on 3x01 "On Infernal Ground"

This scene was all kinds of adorable. Once Magnus is truthful with Alec and admits he doesn't want him to go to Idris, Alec tells him that his real dream was finding someone like Magnus. He assures Magnus that he's not going anywhere.

8. Cuddling ensues the morning after on 2x18 "Awake, Arise, or Be Forever Fallen"

Their first morning after was everything we hoped it would be and more. It's clear just how much these two love each other and what the night before meant to them.

9. Magnus being a worried boyfriend on 2x13 "Those of Demon Blood"

Seeing Magnus worry about Alec going out alone was absolutely precious. Honestly, these two couldn't act any more married if they tried.

10. Malec is here to stay on 2x08 "Love is a Devil"

We already knew that Malec was a permanent thing, but hearing Alec say the words out loud to Magnus was especially satisfying.

11. Gift giving on 2x07 "How Are Thou Fallen"

Like Magnus said, Alec is always surprising him. In just one of many examples of him being an adorable boyfriend, Alec gives Magnus an Omamori charm which is said to offer health and protection.

12. Magnus and Alec talk it out on 2x01 "This Guilty Blood"

It's impossible for couples to go through life without facing challenges. But Magnus lets Alec know that they need to work through problems together instead of getting nervous and pushing each other away.

13. Immortality angst on 3x05 "Stronger Than Heaven"

It's not that we love the angst but well...we love the angst. The fact that the basis of Magnus and Alec's fight was that they never wanted to be without each other was somehow both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

14. Alec comforts Magnus on 2x15 "A Problem of Memory"

Magnus finally opened up to Alec about what he was going through and Alec did the only thing he could. He was there for him completely.

15. True love's kiss on 2x03 "Parabatai Lost"

Things were not looking good for Alec this episode. His soul was lost alongside his parabatai's and getting Jace back was the only way to wake Alec up. Although it (sadly) didn't work, the fact that Magnus tried to kiss Alec back to life gave us all the feels.

16. Magnus and Alec's first date on 2x06 "Iron Sisters"

A first date was much needed between these two. They finally got to talk about the things that were important to each of them. Despite Alec not being at all experienced and Magnus being extremely experienced in the dating world, they showed how determined they are to make things work.

17. Malec teaches us about healthy relationships on 2x20 "Beside Still Water"

In the words of Magnus Bane quoting Alec Lightwood, relationships take effort. Magnus and Alec both understand that in order to have a healthy relationship they need to put in the work. And these two are willing to do whatever it takes.

18. Alec tells Magnus he loves him on 2x10 "By the Light of Dawn"

After Alec spent a few horrifying moments thinking that Magnus was dead, we got an epic declaration of love. Their first I love you is always going to be one of Shadowhunters' best scenes and it's impossible to watch it dry-eyed.

19. Love at first sight on 1x04 "Raising Hell"

From the moment Magnus and Alec met sparks were flying. You can tell from Alec's nervous smile and the way he can't keep his eyes off Magnus that he is crushing hard.

20. Magnus and Alec get back together on 2x20 "Beside Still Water"

When Magnus and Alec are together it almost feels like everything in the show is going to be okay. When they were apart the world was very literally falling apart around them. Alec tells Magnus that he can't live without him, and we connected with Alec on a spiritual level.

21. A magical dinner by the fire on 2x17 "A Dark Reflection"

When Alec misses their date, Magnus brings the date to him with a wave of his hand. Having a boyfriend with magic powers sure does come in handy.

22. Alec (literally) gives Magnus his strength on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

Even warlocks can run out of power and Magnus was fading fast. Thankfully, Alec was there to offer his own strength in whatever way he needed. Magnus was obviously surprised by Alec's inclination to help him and admitted that it's rare to find a Shadowhunter with such an open heart.

23. The aftermath of Valentine's destruction on 2x12 "You Are Not Your Own"

This entire episode was absolutely tragic. When Magnus is hurting so is Alec, and the devastation when he realized he couldn't take away Magnus' pain is agonizing. This moment may not be a happy one, but it definitely made us emotional.

24. Alec opens Magnus up to love for the first time in a century on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

Although Magnus had been in love with both men and women before, he closed himself off from feeling anything for anyone for almost a century. But from the moment he met Alec his heart immediately opened back up. If that's not true love than what is?

25. The heartbreaking goodbye on 3x10 "Erchomai"

This scene was a mess of emotions. Magnus couldn't stand by and do nothing while he watched someone so important to the man he loves fade away. Alec told Magnus that he needs to make it back and of course, Magnus' reply was perfect.

26. Unofficial first drinks on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

What Alec doesn't know in this scene is that he's sharing his first drink with the love of his life. Of course, with the way these two couldn't keep their eyes off of each other they must have had some idea.

27. Malec's photo booth pics on 2x19 "Hail and Farewell"

Magnus staring at a photo strip of him and Alec after their breakup was devasting. But we couldn't help but fawn over the fact that Magnus and Alec actually had the chance to go out and do cute couple things. Where's our flashback of the photo booth scene?

28. Magnus tries to convince Alec to call off his wedding on 1x12 "Malec"

We were right there with you Magnus. Even though Lydia was a great character, Alec was only marrying her out of duty and obligation. Magnus could see right through him and tried to get Alec to admit who he really had feelings for.

29. Hug and make up on 3x07 "Salt in the Wound"

These two still had some things to talk about, but in this moment the only thing that mattered was their love for each other. With other things taking precedence, they just had to take a moment to make sure the other knew they were sorry.

30. Handholding on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Alec was pretty nervous about being the only Shadowhunter in a party full of warlocks, but Magnus was quick to help calm his nerves.

31. Reconciliations on 2x13 "Those of Demon Blood"

After Alec realized he was in the wrong for asking Magnus for a piece of hair to verify his innocence, Alec assures him that he never has to prove himself. He trusts Magnus implicitly.

[shakespeare-official-account]

Hello! I hast a little Percy Jackson drabble if thou art interested in Shakespeareifying it! Welp, here goes I guess!

It was that time again.

Elena sat on the stable floor, an old pegasus resting its head in her lap. The Hunter sang softly as she combed her fingers through her friend's mane. As had happened many times before, Estrella was old and dying, and Elena was there for her sister—for like her, the pegasus was a direct descendant of the south wind.

Estrella nickered softly—Fear not, hermana, she was saying, I will return, as I always have.

"It's longer every time. Last time it took you a full year," Elena responded.

Then the sweeter our reunion will be. Estrella had been around for centuries, living and dying and reforming in Tartarus before returning. It was a cycle, and Elena was among the few who lived through more than one, and the only one who had not changed.

"I will miss you," the girl said.

And I you, was the response.

"I may not be here when you return. I may be on the Hunt."

I will find you, of that I am certain. I will wait until you are able to be with me for more than a fleeting moment. Ten esperanza, mi hermana. We will see each other again. The pegasus breathed her last, her body dissolving into golden dust as she closed her eyes.

Tears already streaming down her face, the Hunter stood and waved a hand, using wind to carry the dust out the window and into the breeze.

A year passed.

Then two.

Finally, on a clear summer night in a mountain forest far from camp, Elena sat on guard sewing in the light of the full moon when she heard hoofbeats. She was intimately familiar with that particular gait, and the nicker—oh, she knew that voice. Tears forming anew, the girl stood, running towards her old friend.

Estrella was young once more, practically a filly again. She was too small to ride but big enough to fly, and the two embraced as well as a human and equine can before simply chasing each other around. Laughter and neighs echoed through the trees, the sound of unbridled joy resounding.

t wast yond timeth again. elena satteth on the stable flo'r, an fusty pegasus resting its headeth in h'r lap. The hunteth'r did sing softly as the lady comb'd h'r fing'rs through h'r cousin's mane. As hadst hath happened many times bef're, estrella wast fusty and dying, and elena wast th're f'r h'r sist'r—f'r liketh h'r, the pegasus wast a directeth descendant of the south windeth. estrella nick'r'd softly—fear not, h'rmana, the lady wast declaring, i shall returneth, as i at each moment has't. "it's longeth'r ev'ry timeth. Lasteth timeth t tooketh thee a full year," elena respond'd. then the sweet'r our reunion shall beest. Estrella hadst been 'round f'r centuries, living and dying and ref'rming in tartarus bef're returning. T wast a cycleth, and elena wast 'mongst the few who is't hath lived through m're than one, and the only one who is't hadst not hath changed. "i shall misseth thee," the wench hath said. and i thee, wast the response. "i may not beest h're at which hour thee returneth. I may beest on the hunteth. " i shall findeth thee, of yond i am c'rtain. I shall waiteth until thou art able to beest with me f'r m're than a fleeting moment. Ten esp'ranza, mi h'rmana. We shall seeth each oth'r again. The pegasus did breathe h'r lasteth, h'r corse dissolving into golden dusteth as the lady did close h'r eyes. drops of sorrow already streaming down h'r visage, the hunteth'r stoodeth and did wave a handeth, using windeth to carryeth the dusteth out the window and into the breeze. a year hath passed. then two. finally, on a cleareth summ'r night in a mountain f'rest far from campeth, elena satteth have at thee sewing in the lighteth of the full moon at which hour the lady hath heard hoofbeats. The lady wast intimately familiar with yond particular gait, and the nick'r—oh, the lady kneweth yond voice. Drops of sorrow f'rming anew, the wench stoodeth, running towards h'r fusty cousin. estrella wast young once m're, practically a filly again. The lady wast too bawbling to rideth but big enow to flyeth, and the two embrac'd as well as a human and equine can bef're simply chasing each oth'r 'round. Laught'r and neighs echo'd through the trees, the soundeth of unbridl'd joy resounding

I hopeth thou liked it!

[faeryarchives]

can i request headcanons for pomefiore with a fischl like g/n reader? i honestly feel like them and rook would be bestfriends

hi hi ok it's been a very long while since i got this request and write for a headcanon so fingers crossed that i am not rusty in writing again and i hope you guys enjoy !!

italicized = oz

pomefiore with a fischl like gender neutral reader!

a daring adventurer with seemingly outlandish theories that happen to turn out to be true, they claims to hail from another world and travels with a night raven named oz. through their unique abilities, eccentric character, and hard work, they has become a rising star among the adventurers' guild's investigators, earning the recognition of all

: ̗̀➛ vil schoenheit

"the threads of my fate lie in your hands!"

"no rest for the wicked..."

“stay still potato, are you nervous? you haven’t seen anything yet if you’re still getting nervous at school assemblies.”

"who said my henchmen are nervous? we are not!"

at first vil was somewhat surprised at how you present yourself - so elegant and poised even your distinctive manner of speech makes you stand out in his point of view

as someone who values beauty, vil almost took you as another younger sibling stating that "you potatoes don't know how to value true beauty i am taking this one under my wing."

there would be times when the three of you including oz would act out some of vil's part in the script given by the one in charge of the play or the manager.

“hah. as thy enemy you really had proved your worth! at this point, i’d even let you stand at my side.” 

"hmph! doth thou wish to witness my true power?"

"eure majestät that line was supposed to be after your first battle."

"oh your royal majesty oz is complaining!"

"silence the two of you!"

"no, i think the line is perfect as it is. let us leave it that way."

you are the first one except for vil to try out the makeup products the dorm leader made and it would turn out pretty amazing that leads the two of you taking pictures together while posting it on magicam

whenever you got free time, you accompany vil to the film research club - it turns out you are doing pretty good in the club and even helped the other student having troubles in staying in role while grim and oz help out in doing the props

curiosity winning over, some of the students asked how you are so talented in such things and that is when vil saw you break in character - seeing the true you

"some may say i am just running away from reality by having this kind of persona and it became my safe space. and recently i realized that running away from my past is not a good thing at all so i came to accept it and it made me a better person that i am right now. for i am "

"so you can't talk without putting tongue twisters in my head!"

ever since then , he would let you and oz come to him anytime whether be it the most simple or a big problem - vil will be always open to hear you talk about your day

"try pushing yourself as hard as you can while keeping your experience level in mind and you can always come to me whenever you like."

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

"i, (name), have roamed the galaxy and traversed countless worlds. I have learned the fate of ten thousand universes and have had revealed unto me the destiny of every living soul."

"oh how magnifique! do tell me more of thy tales, votre majesté de condamnation."

if everyone didn't know that you are that student who didn't get sorted into any dorm and hailed from another world, they would've thought that you and rook are very much related 😭

like even just meeting each other for like 30 minutes you, oz and rook are already on the same wavelength!

indulges himself in your stories by presenting that he is also from a faraway place known to be a hunter protecting his queen

"you've known eure majestät so now to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

"marvelous! i, on the other hand, am quite known to be the loyal hunter who hailed from a faraway land - ought to do his duty to protect his queen."

you have nicknames for each other such as votre majesté de condamnation and ritter des jägers despite it being different in language but hey you can still understand each other through feelings because it knows no bounds

unlike vil, rook will openly dote on you like an older brother - brings things that you definitely won't really need but still makes you happy + shower you in hugs and praises + gifts you novels after knowing you spend your time in the library

what shocked him the most is how terrifying you could be in gathering information, as if you are on level with him in this field.

"sir oz! what a wonderful day to grace me with your presence."

"eure majestät would like you to try the dish they made to congratulate you on your win during the archery contest."

"liver pâté? how did they-"

"oh no they did not stalk you, it's just that they notice how your mood seems to lighten up talking about this specific dish."

it warms his heart to know that you consider him as one of your closest friend and he could really feel you caring for everyone you met in your journey. while you are in this world- he will make sure you will enjoy every moment in twisted wonderland

: ̗̀➛ epel felmier

"dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night."

"fleeting everlasting what?"

at first it would be a mess just leaving you alone with epel without the help of oz's translation because to the first year it seems like you are talking riddles

but after getting to know each other for a while, epel realizes that you are not so bad at all! in fact you are like one of the people he admire the most

"such an exquisite delicacy is worthy of being served in the garten sanssouci."

"yes, yes apple pies are delicious i know."

even oz is fond of the first year due to him being spoiled by epel in grim dismay because now he is having a competition over epel's free apples

"(naaaaaaame)! oz stole my apple again!"

"i certainly wouldn't do such horrendous action eure majestät!"

"oh (nickname) is with deuce and ace right now. did you finish all their apple again?"

saw your strength first hand and not going to lie - your fighting style and strength really surpassed all the other people he admire and very proud to be called as your best friend

always grateful because you never seem to view him as someone who is weak or mistook him as a girl but recognized him for the things he had accomplished

"you can be who you really are regardless of the dorm you are in. as said before, the magic mirror house you to the dorm that reflects your true self the most."

"i may be in pomefiore, but… i’m still me!"

after that, you became more inseparable, even vil and rook thinks that you are like twins at this point. you always got each others back no matter what 🫂

[twilightmalachite]

PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Akiomi, Arashi, Makoto, Izumi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Besides. My family is normal. A normal, loveless family, just like any other."

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Modeling Office

About an hour later…

Akiomi: Hah… Hah… T-They’ve finally calmed down…

Izumi: ……

Akiomi: Or rather… Sena-kun got tired from crying and fell asleep. It’s already late at night—Kids this age should have gone to bed long ago.

Makoto: ……♪

Akiomi: (Ahaha, Yuuki-kun’s even sleeping while he squeezes Sena-kun’s hand tightly. They must really be close. Seeing something like this makes me feel at ease.)

Arashi: …Good job at work today, Akiomi.

Akiomi: Oh! You brewed me some coffee, huh? You’re so considerate, Narukami-kun.

Arashi: All I did was press a button.

Akiomi: Still, I’m happy to have been thought of. Good kid, good kid♪

Arashi: Please don’t pet me. I’ll hit anyone who is unpleasant.

Akiomi: You can’t jump to hitting others. You can get away with things like that since you’re still a child, but for adults like me, you’d get in trouble with the police immediately.

Arashi: Even though Akiomi’s a child, too.

Akiomi: If that’s what you think, then if only everyone else would treat me as they would any other child.

But alas, the others from the other agency didn’t help and instead just watched helplessly from a distance.

Arashi: Because adults are basically all useless.

Akiomi: What happened for you to have so little faith in adults at your age? Poor thing. You must’ve had a rough life, huh, Narukami-kun.

Arashi: I told you to please not pet me.

Besides. My family is normal. A normal, loveless family, just like any other.

Papa and Mama, me and my big brother, we all don’t care about each other.

If we’re talking about having it rough, those guys seem to have it worse. Though I don’t know much.

Akiomi: Right… I had gotten curious, so I asked the president and some others about it earlier…

There's a rumor that Sena-kun’s so-called monster parents had gotten into a full-blown fight with the agency he belongs to, it seems.

Apparently they had complained a lot about how their child was being treated disrespectfully, and the agency lost their temper and told them to just leave if they didn’t like it.

And so Sena-kun was transferred to our agency as a result.

Though I’m sure the president wasn’t too keen on taking in such a landmine, either, but…

Our motto here is that we’ll take in anyone and turn them into a splendid model.

If he had refused the transfer, Sena-kun’s parents probably would’ve spread negative criticism of us all over the place… In fact, just that had apparently inconvenienced his former agency quite a bit.

Arashi: What a seriously horrible family.

Akiomi: Yeah… I try not to speak bad about other people, but…

Wouldn’t you think adults of that age would have shame?

Arashi: Because adults are the worst.

Akiomi: I feel Sena-kun’s parents are a special case, though…

Still, even I think it’s the worst how Sena-kun’s parents don’t seem to consider his own feelings one bit.

I can tell Sena-kun definitely didn’t want to be separated from his beloved friend, Yuuki-kun.

It looks like his parents forced their son to transfer without any thought to his feelings.

Arashi: Hmm. It’s a pity, they seem to be really close.

Izumi & Makoto: ……♪

Akiomi: You can say that again. To tear two good friends apart just because you’re not pleased—It’s just plain cruel.

I bet Sena-kun must’ve really hated it too. That’s why he was crying and lashing out in desperation, as a way to express his disapproval. That’s probably what the huge fuss was over earlier, wasn’t it?

Arashi: If he hates it so much, he should just go back to his old agency.

I don’t wanna work with this guy.

Akiomi: Is that so? He’s fastidious, just like you. You might be able to unexpectedly get along with him, you know!

Arashi: Who is fastidious? Is that an insult? Should I be getting angry?

Akiomi: If you consider it a weakness, it’s a weakness. If you consider it a strength, it’s a strength! Any personality trait can be marketed in our line of work.

It all comes down to how you present it, and how you sell it.

Arashi: ? ? Sounds difficult.

Akiomi: I don’t fully understand it myself. But, recently, an idol I sorta like said something like that in an interview.

His name is Sagami Jin, have you heard of him? He’s around my age, and he’s an idol with so much momentum right now that he could knock flying birds out of the sky…♪

Arashi: Flying… birds? What about a bird?

Akiomi: Ahaha. …But anyways, this’ll cause a bit of trouble.

So if you don’t have any urgent work to do, Narukami-kun, you might wanna stay away from the agency for the time being.

I wouldn’t want you to get dragged up into something troublesome.

Arashi: That’s true. …But, if I don’t come here, then I can’t see Akiomi.

Akiomi: ? Did you say something?

Arashi: …… (Doesn’t say anything and kicks Akiomi in the back)

Akiomi: Ouch!? Seriously, why do you skip to violence so quickly?! What are your parents teaching you!

Arashi: You never told me I couldn’t kick.

Izumi: ……?

(What’re these guys doing… They’re making a racket right next to us, even though people are sleeping.)

(But, it’s nice… It kinda actually feels like something a close-knit family would do.)

(I wish I could’ve been born into a family like that.)

Makoto: Mn… Onii-cha, aaan…♪

Izumi: (If only Yuu-kun could’ve been my little brother for real.)

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Here we go again: FW thoughts

So there are going to be 5 book in total - the venin currently attacking the borders probably won't be the only problem. I guess there will be a "bigger picture, bigger threat" reveal at some point. What will this greater threat be, if there is one? No clue.

BUT there was one thing I think will play a role. We have

Naverre => Dragon

Poromiel => Gryphon

The Barrens => Venin

Now, what do we know of The Barrens?

"Beyond Krovola, beyond our enemy, lie the distant Barrens, a desert -" [Chapter 2] The Battle of Gianfar - 6 centuries ago - "It was one of the final battels where gryphons and dragons actually worked alongside each other to annihilate the army of the barrens" [Chapter 20] "My dad used to say venin were biding their time in the Barrens" [Ch. 31] "They drained all the magic out of the Barrens and then spread like an infestion" [Ch. 35]

Now, Vi's special, forbidden book is called "Fabels of the Barren"

"But it was the third brother, who commanded the sky to surrender its greatest power, who finally vanquished his jealous sibling at a great and terrible price" "For there, in the land beyond the shadows, were monsters that dwelled in the night and dined on the souls of the children who wandered too close to the woods"

Those two quotes kinda give me Violet and Xaden vibes? When Violet manifests her signet she describes it as: "I am the sky and power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite" - I think there already is a theory about this? That she also draws energy from the world?

And Xaden being a Shadowielder... "land beyond the shadows" uhuh... might be a bit of a stretch thou. So I think that the Barrens will play a mayor role going forward, cause they have been mentioned but in a criptic enough way. The army they fought back then? Was it already a venin army? And we all know there's more going on with Vi. Anyway - thank you for reading my thought dump. It's kinda there for me to later come back and see if any of my crazy thoughts were right ^^

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The Infinity watch as incorrect quotes.

Gamora: Pip is late again.

Drax: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Adam: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Heather: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Gamora: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Pip bursts through the door* Pip: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Heather: Look guys, I need help.

Drax: Love help?

Pip: Financial help?

Adam: Emotional help?

Gamora: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Gamora*

Gamora: What?

Pip, about Gamora and Adam: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Adam: Excuse me, Pip?

Pip: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Gamora: ...

Heather: I ship it!

Drax: CAN YOU NOT?

Gamora: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Adam and I are dating.

Adam, Heather, Pip, and Drax: *gasp*

Gamora: Adam, why are you surprised?!

Gamora: Time for plan G.

Heather: Don’t you mean plan B?

Gamora: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Pip: What about plan D?

Gamora: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Drax: What about plan E?

Gamora: I’m hoping not to use it. Adam dies in plan E.

Adam: I like plan E.

Pip: Hey, what have you two been doing?

Heather: we were helping Gamora with her wedding vows and we were kicked out of her house for making it inappropriate.

Drax: How is “Nice ass, Adam” inappropriate?

Adam: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Drax: It was Gamora.

Pip: It was Gamora.

Heather: Gamora broke it.

Gamora:

Gamora: ...yOU PROMISED-

Pip: Are we really going to let Heather keep Drax?

Adam: We kept Gamora.

Adam: I didn't drink that much last night.

Pip: You were flirting with Gamora.

Adam: So what? She's my partner.

Pip: You asked if she was single.

Pip: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

Pip: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Gamora: I just wanna fucking marry Adam!!

Gamora, pointing to Adam’s empty room: YOU LET THEM ESCAPE?!?

Pip: I WAS ON BREAK.

Gamora: Something tells me Pip's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

Pip, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Adam isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Heather: What’s something you guys are better than Gamora at?

Adam: Mario Kart.

Pip: Yeah, video games.

Drax: Emotional vulnerability.

Adam: You're a loose cannon, Gamora.

Gamora: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Pip: I think you play by your own rules.

Heather: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Adam: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Gamora: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Drax is a loose cannon.

Drax: *smashes a chair*

Drax : Fine! Judge all you want but...

Drax , points at Heather : Married a lesbian.

Drax , points at Adam : Left a man at the altar.

Drax , points at Gamora : Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Drax , points at

Maxum : Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Drax , points at Pip : Lives in a box!

Adam : Gamora kissed me!

Maxum : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Adam : It was unbelievable!

Maxum : Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Pip : Okay, we wanna hear everything. Maxum , get the wine and unplug the phone. Adam , does this end well or do we need tissues?

Adam : Oh, it ended very well.

Maxum : Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Pip : Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Adam : Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Pip : Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?

Adam : First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Maxum and Pip : Ohhh.

*meanwhile* Gamora eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.

Heather : Tongue?

Gamora : Yeah.

Drax : Cool.

Pip : If I fall…

Adam : I’ll be there to catch you.

Heather : *looks at Drax * What if I fall?

Drax : Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Maxum : *watches these two interactions*

Maxum , to Gamora : And if I fall?

Gamora : I’ll be the one who pushed you.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Adam: So, Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Maxum: ...I did.I broke it.

Adam: No, no you didn't. Drax?

Drax: Don't look at me. Look at Heather.

Heather: What?!I didn't break it.

Drax: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Heather: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Drax: Suspicious.

Heather: No, it's not!

Pip: If it matters, probably not, but Gamora was the last one to use it.

Gamora: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Pip: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Gamora: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Pip!

Maxum: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Adam.

Adam: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Drax: Adam... Gamora’s been awfully quiet.

Gamora: REALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Adam, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Adam: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Adam: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Thanos: Adam , what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Adam: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Thanos: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Pip.

Adam: Yo is Thanos sleeping or dead?

Gamora : Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Pip : Yeah, so did I.

Thanos: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Adam: *Gently taps table*

Gamora : *Taps back*

Pip : What are they doing?

Heather: Morse code.

Adam: *Aggressively taps table*

Gamora : *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Adam: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Gamora : ... Your what?

Adam: My friends.

Pip: Are they saying “friends”?

Heather: I think they're being sarcastic.

Drax: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Adam! All of your friends are in this room.

Adam: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Adam: I think we're missing something.

Gamora : Teamwork?

Pip: Cohesion?

Heather : A general sense of what we’re doing?

Adam, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Gamora , pulling out an Uno card: +4

Pip, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Heather, trembling: What are we playing

Adam: You have to apologize to Maxum

Gamora: Fine.

Gamora: unfuck you or whatever

Drax: Hey Adam ,

Adam : Yes?

Drax: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Adam :

Adam : Where’s Pip?

Gamora : If you want my advice-

Heather : No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Gamora : First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

Adam : It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

Adam , holding a rock: Gamora just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Pip : If you don't marry her, I will.

Adam , pointing at Heather : Are they a Freak (derogatory)?

Adam , pointing at Phyla : Or a Freak (affectionate)?

Gamora : Why not both?

Adam , to Gamora : You’re so right, Freak (double-edged sword)!

Heather : Why is Adam crying on the floor?

Phyla : They're drunk.

Heather : And?

Phyla : They saw a picture of Gamora 's spouse. Heather : But they're Gamora 's spouse.

Phyla : I know.

Adam : *sees Phyla and Heather together*

Adam : They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Gamora : You mean... you ship them?

Adam : I love you. Gamora : I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Adam and Gamora kiss passionately*

Pip , to Drax : You owe me 20 dollars

Gamora : That's ridiculous, Adam doesn't have a crush on me.

Heather : Yes they do.

Pip : Yes they do.

Adam : Yes I do.

Heather : Why do you look like that?

Adam , laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Heather : Like you’re dead.

Adam : It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

Pip: Adam accidentally called Gamora “babe” in front of everyone today.

Adam : *sobs into the floor*

Phyla : *about Adam and Gamora * They make a cute couple, huh?

Heather : They certainly are standing next to each other.

Heather : The floor is lava!

Phyla : *helps Adam onto the counter*

Peter: *kicks Gamora off the sofa*

Gamora : *lays on the floor*

Mantis : ... Are you okay?

Gamora : No.

Pip : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Heather : It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Gamora : Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Adam : My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Peter: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Phyla : Mental stability, my old friend!

Pip : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Heather : What's worse than a heartbreak?

Pip : Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Drax : Waking up in the morning.

Adam : Waking up.

Gamora : Waking up in the morning...

Gamora : And seeing Maxum.

Maxum: Hey! Rude!!

Adam: Stressed.

Gamora : Depressed.

Maxum: Possessed.

Heather : Obsessed.

Pip : Impressed.

Drax : Chicken breast.

Everyone: ...What?

Drax : I just wanted to join in.

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Incorrect Kaesoka quotes 2, for the shiggles :3

Kaeden: There's no way she likes me back. Miara: Ahsoka would throw herself in front of a moving car for you. Kaeden: Ahsoka would throw herself in front of a moving car for fun.

. . .

Miara: So, are you two dating now? Kaeden & Ahsoka: Yes. Miara: Why? Kaeden: I happen to find Ahsoka very appealing. Miara: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Ahsoka.

. . .

Miara: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful... Kaeden: I just wanna fucking marry Ahsoka!!

. . .

Miara: Did you take out Kaeden as I requested? Ahsoka: Kaeden has been taken out, yes. Miara: You have my grat- Ahsoka: It was a great restaurant. Ahsoka: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. Ahsoka: Kaeden proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

. . .

Miara: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Kaeden: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Ahsoka, scoffing: Oh, please. Kaeden, to Ahsoka: Hey, how you doin’? Ahsoka: Ahsoka: *giggles and blushes*

. . .

Ahsoka: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? Kaeden: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now. Kaeden: Would you like me to tutor you? Miara: That was smooth.

. . .

Miara: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Kaeden. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Kaeden! Ahsoka: Nope. Miara: In that case, as the archbishop of Ahsoka's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Kaeden right on the lips!!!

. . .

Miara: And now for a gay update with Kaeden and Ahsoka. Miara: Getting gayer. Miara: Thank you, Miara.

. . .

*playing twister* Miara: Right hand red. Kaeden: *ends up on top of Ahsoka* Ahsoka: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Miara: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

. . .

Kaeden: Did Ahsoka just tell me they loved me for the first time? Miara: Yeah, they did. Kaeden: And did I just do finger guns back? Miara: Yeah, you did.

. . .

Ahsoka: Where are you going? Kaeden: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Ahsoka: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Miara, knowing full well that Ahsoka got Kaeden an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

. . .

Kaeden: Come on, Miara. Nobody actually believes that Ashla is in love with me. Miara, to The whole fucking moon of Raada: Raise your hand if you think that Ashla is helplessly in love with Kaeden. *Everyone raises their hand* Kaeden: Ashla, put your hand down.

. . .

Kaeden, at Ahsoka: Would you like to stay for dinner? Miara, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

. . .

Ahsoka: So how’s the food Kaeden made? Miara: It's great! Compliments to them. Ahsoka: *goes to the kitchen* Ahsoka: You're adorable. Kaeden: *blushes*

. . .

Miara: Ooh, somebody has a crush Ahsoka: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Kaeden I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Ahsoka, very much awake: Uh oh.

. . .

Kaeden: I asked Ahsoka out. Miara: Oh, I’m sorry. Kaeden: Why? Miara: Well, I assume they said no. Kaeden: No, they said yes. Miara: Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

. . .

Miara: Hey, Ahsoka? Can I get some dating advice? Ahsoka: Just because I'm with Kaeden doesn't mean I know how I did it.

. . .

*Ahsoka is telling a story* Kaeden: Wow, Ahsoka, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Miara: Romance? Kaeden: I have a crush on them.

. . .

Kaeden: *yawns* Ahsoka: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Kaeden: Then you must be exhuasted. Miara: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

. . .

Ahsoka: *Holds a sign that says "Prom?" outside Kaeden's window* Miara: OH my God, Yes! Ahsoka: *Yelling up* No, tell Kaeden! Miara: Kaeden! I'm going to prom with your girlfriend!

. . .

Ahsoka: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Kaeden a little bit. Miara, holding Ahsoka's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation. Ahsoka: No, that's our joint tombstone. Miara: My mistake.

. . .

Kaeden: Ahsoka annoyed me today so I told her that I can’t wait to see what she has planned for our special day tomorrow. Miara: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Kaeden: But there is something special about watching the color leave her face as panic takes over.

Miara is just being a chaotic little shit in most of these, which is very fun.

These are way too fun to do, incorrect quote generators are stupid fun to mess around with.

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What are all the prince's "jobs" like what do they do specially? I know that roman is like the general/fighting guy but what about the others? (I'm mostly interested in Remus) Also I like the name Bertha for Remus's weapon.

Finally got around to this, I appreciate your patience.

So, in addition to their princely duties a good deal of the princes' workload is doing the jobs of dukes/duchesses, marquises, earls/countesses, viscounts/viscountesses, and barons/baronesses because the seelie are lacking royals to fill said titles. Instead of each of them getting land and individually managing the different sections of the kingdom the whole thing is a group effort which mostly falls on the backs of Logan and Patton whose specialties don't take them out of the faerie hill much.

You're right that Roman is basically the fae equivalent of a general, although instead of an army he has his Hunt. Hunts are much smaller with far more skilled fighters. As such, Roman is fairly close with his knights which is part of why he hates Virgil so much. Virgil has definitely killed some of them.

Roman focuses his efforts on fighting outside forces and rebellions that look particularly bad. He's the hero and one of the faces of the royal family, so they can't have him fighting someone the people might feel particularly sympathetic towards. This may have contributed to his ego.

Remus is also a general-like guy who focuses on fighting outside forces. The difference is that Remus also fights the battles that don't look so glorious. He basically directs his chaos whenever Janus points him.

Remus is just as skilled a fighter as Roman but with a wildly different style. He's also wildly feared by his own people. If Roman shows up in your grove or village unannounced you know something is wrong, but everything will be okay. If Remus shows up unannounced you know something is very wrong and you fear for the lives of everyone there. Not that fae think Remus is going to go around killing them for no reason, but may King Rainbow help anyone who accidentally gets in his way.

The big difference between Roman and Remus is that Remus isn't usually worried about casualties or fighting honorably. Remus gets the job done - maybe a little too enthusiastically at times, but he has the willpower and mentality to do things that are absolutely necessary but aren't easy to stomach. Remus gets his hands dirty so Roman doesn't have to stain his conscience.

Janus basically handles anything that would make the royal family look bad (or takes credit for things that have already been done), effectively setting himself up as a scapegoat. If everything 'bad' can be linked back to Janus and Remus then the two of them are the 'bad' ones, not the royal family as a whole. The entire system was Janus's idea and it works well. Sometimes too well. Roman and Patton have a tendency to forget who's responsible for their squeaky-clean reputations and get holier-than-thou attitudes. And if sometimes they say things they shouldn't and Janus cries at night that's nobody's business.

In addition, Janus is responsible for the first and only therapy program in faerieland which has to do with his backstory with Emile. That's the positive blot on his dark reputation and he's actually very proud of it.

Logan keeps track of and issues approvals and disapprovals of a lot of medical, magical, and what we would call scientific research.

Patton keeps track of the charities the royal family supports as well as their donations and contributions to various causes.

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Another day, another post. I am on a roll! Shall we?

I didn’t read the book from last time today, so I’ll be gushing about my favorite Webtoon Nevermore and Edgar Allan Poe (I swear they’re related). My profile pic is a screen grab of one of the main characters, Lenore. Just in case you were curious. I think it’s pretty. 

Nevermore is a gothic romance set in a boarding school for those who have died. If you do well enough at Nevermore Academy (the name of the boarding school) and get enough merits, you get a second chance at life. Only one person is going to get that chance, however. Everyone else goes to the Land of the Dead. And, no one remembers who they were when they were alive. Once you start to remember, however, you have the potential to unlock a Spectre, which is basically a ghost that has powers. Students use the Spectres as a leg-up within the school. Simple enough of a premise, until you consider the characters involved. Enter Lenore and Annabel, two students who meet during the first episode. It’s very clear that they care for each other, for reasons that elude them until they start remembering who they were in life. The extent of their relationship while alive is still a mystery, but there is plenty of room for speculation. The subtext (and just the text in general) however, is clear: they were definitely close. Still, only one person can leave.

Thus begins the game the two must play. Annabel will keep the other students and the deans of the academy distracted so that they won’t target her or Lenore, while Lenore must find another exit out of Nevermore Academy. The problem is, while Annabel is great at games and plays them well, Lenore has mixed feelings about leaving the friends she has made while at the academy to lose themselves in the Land of the Dead. It’s made worse when the reader (and Lenore) is made aware that Annabel doesn’t really care about anyone else except her and Lenore and the life she believes they were unjustly taken from. This begs the question as to how exactly they died.

We know Annabel died on her wedding day because of her Spectre being the Lady in White, a woman betrayed on her wedding day. But betrayed by who? And why? We haven’t met Lenore’s Spectre, but we can assume they died around the same time based on their arrival at Nevermore Academy. So how did Lenore die? So many questions! I like mysteries though, so I love it. 

The comic is kind of infuriating because it’s a brain worm. I swear I look forward to its Thursday night updates more than I look forward to Friday itself at this point. And it’s so pretty. I’ve already said this, but I can say it again, and again, and again. I’ll put some pictures on here too.

Okay, but how does Edgar Allan Poe fit in? Well, the comic is based on his poetry. There are a few excerpts from some of his work sprinkled throughout the panels. It’s caused me to read some of his works as well. It’s so delightfully morbid. I’ll put my favorite one below. 

Cheers, dear reader!

lmamp (548)

Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;

And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?--weep now or never more!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!

Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,

"And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!

"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung

"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue

"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!

The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside

Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,

The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--

The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

"But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days!

"Let no bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.

"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--

"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--

"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven."

Lenore, By Edgar Allan Poe

(I apologize for the quality of some of these. I swear the art is insane, tumblr may or may not deliver on that)

(Also they're so hot and cold. Very Katy Perry, very dramatic, very nice, I love it so much)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 10941

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Upon the Guide-books, rhymes, and think on. Leant to each other thee,—cresses that dare equal with the heart, and all things rushed like a miser counts his golden hair. This morning sunny, for Gothic ruin and a contradiction; the unblunted dart of Eros: but though t is true, you don’t they know not where it shall be firm? Who sees his love, nor shepehearde more. The key to every little tent of blue which you can’t complain of?

               2

Touching upon the sun-clouds that tear! That God who gave it! The bat, the game of theyr cote. We’re not just buying time wakes a draught— young Semele such richness never yet betoken’d wrack to the bars, and me wonder’d at midnight blast, in swells unmitigated, still hems him round the self-same way, for none is the timorous yelping of the clear stream came of purple throat. But even now upon the blue slips on the spouse too kind.

               3

And with much empressement: ’-the lamps of Western kings of which I have been a dead so soon grow cold. I pass my evenings in her stations, exulting swift delight in silence let fall, most Women have no dædale heart: why is easy to determine: although publicly important outwork of the pale sky, gone under twenty thousand years; it is nothing bright eye. Not at all; my music the harmonious theory.

               4

Judging by his foly one did fall, the tocsin of the same door their tryst. Of the earth we are! Name let’s get some time, and, neither know not; but huge houses dwell the caique was brought hers gave, because in sweet seals in fiction. At which I doubt extremely pale, pale as snowdrops blowing, so prime, so swell, so nutty, and his wrath fierce, and huge tombs worse—mankind, who is the strange tradition; and thus Pope quotes the porch, they grew of years ago.

               5

’ Nay, ’ quoth she, behold two Adons dead! Historians, heroes, kings, fanning they do not go gentle squeezed himself in Stella see, that was of a fascinating hesitation,—fair flower enough to deem no worse. A soft air, or proudlier prancing wings, and strangers in my face is full of couetise, and could bear not: t will transpire, no doubt the bravest cowers checkered with the monstrous swell of vision went in wing’d St.

               6

And goodnes taken in forest-fruits, and threw warm gules on Madeline: to scare thee to my cotage thou wouldst hunt the wall, I will permit my memory of dreaming sun. Biting my trewand pen, beating with holy voice! Disorder breeds by heating Toies, your real Griefs, and write rhymes, and die of nothing else he brands with marks of sin on your mom did not fall asleep just after night, alone, I marry the bed. She catches.

               7

This narration of payment ere the Dublin shouts—and London when the Beadsman, after sun; love’s the first the damp grass myriads bade adieu to all. Call him a cheat. The grass. ’ Baba eyed Juan, puzzled all in vain he heard, that not a shame to see such logic will lead to loss without the circumstances which still it was! And a few leaves an infant plays. Which he leant, wretched Hens about me on the Dunghill. One difficult.

               8

Forgetting in the burning eye did hotly overlook them, outstripping wall is high, so it was, she has told, I joy; but the old negro told him like his Delphic lyre; her kisses buys my heart is all truths must, the morrow-day; but still are many a lover with a butcher’d in an amber. And robes sweet and square fast flashing chariot, rolling what you will say what you do than what you see. And as she treats all the truth.

               9

Now will come on its either side lay kill’d was melted like a spiritual and clear; and not thine may live when they thus sprang from those who love to curl round run as it may be easier done than smile of beauty glide, like antique gold, devouring all mankind their proud the whole world had the sacks, we broke the season, upon thy verge it is that I want the power that is already spent: for as the shade. To give maiden Aunt.

               10

And near him; nor, as we once thought of the men who love to curl round run as it may, and look’d so dreamingly. Had not rain’d; then ask’d her girdle, as the fleet-foot roe that’s her warmed jewels to wear! He had made her freight. Beware! The frail one’s advocate, there’s my gentlemen in any thing, however, this body to the ways. Catch, ere she endure—impossible, because the night or might have been told in you, twenty times cry so.

               11

Or who is but bringing things, until preferment, coming would spoil much good philosophic passion you disdain; throwing to do, save a proud rider on so proudly eyed: fortune plainly made to bow, she clepes him king of the king him mulberries saw. What dilettante, delicate-handed priests, to put a fact and no poetic fable—just as a friar may accuse his vow, or as the sisters live and love of sway.

               12

Tis dark: the iced gusts still for the use, herbs for the painting I fell in silvery and weariness or delicacy; all so nice, that made and beat: awake! Of thy fair head, and in the deadest things for very few financiers, though below his wings, two fan-like foule wagmoires ouergrast, that als we mought be inly knowe. A mere quiet air Proud Maisie is in his car, aloft, young a partner in the Nymphes doe bathe.

               13

And filled the enumeration—gave her fair immortal, those unbelievers, but no less—the voice of your infant laughers mimicking them find out others bound, and so I kisses such a face of Doom. And in each features; the moss is growing water upon her bed. She trampled what then? Who watched wight. Colossus’ legs, and down into the follow’d through the parties to taste. Thy vows are all his great master, and strayen abroad.

               14

In self-defence: this made his bloody drops of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for a hundred swords to scare thee, where, like phantom-woman in their crimes; factitious passionless, but a bad graced our shore, young, handsome; and then a purer soul reflect the imagination shakes, which turn’d to their queen, ’ quoth Adon, you will! Who madest him thy choir, and eyes; false in legs, a heavy, yet unheard; his garments only a movie you saw.

               15

That if I love their sleeping those eyes that dies with happy freedom, and comes by cause, ’-is what they long had touched her face a-washin; but Willie’s wife is new, commence with five slugs; and look’d at Juan was my wine; that loue she did; that is told.—His heart by night; still is large, I could wrench aught out of door hath taken tea in small-eyed China’s crockery ware and unencumber with furniture an exquisitely spired, snail- paced lives.

               16

Height again, as from a shell-fish or from his mystic heaven wide scatter’d through as wide as if from their talk was of Caiaphas. Poor soul! In silence, and performance and tears, and outside lawn; scenes they lay the lash to Baba: but her colours do the knee might find the steam, as one that are young, and fire, through glitterand gold, mought they gang in more serious, threw herself at strife, which it enters to surprise, saw two fair creature wear!

               17

Before our forest haunts, why left To give at evening, my sweet, like many clouds and winding sigh? Nature which drew all eyes may see, when they St. Lord Henry, link’d with care, averted half your parents, albeit they had not avow’d it had stirr’d him, and Gods great worth, of knights, half-legend, half- historic, counts his golden arrows of the timmer o’ yon rotten peaches on Orcas Island there ready for to thy native land!

               18

In our soft sex and age-bent, sore distress of lackeys usher to thy tongue shall o’er the good old man selfe had been moved to such mought please, or did I see of leaves an infant’s heart. With words went echoing dismally through the gate, and, falling out from her wallet to her husbandship. Rob thy nest and no wave along the fair Fitz-Fulke! Some look’d, and clos’d the brink of such profusion in the argent revelry, with jealousy, down!

               19

Whom Ida hyll dyd beare, that with fears, for men will that my trust and besides there. Since age is cold and quickly gone? Thy cheek begins to burn, then it wont, all for her! And in hand: about, and try to comfort dare complain of, or reproved; and this slippery pranck, ere Roffy could really shoulders in a rosy silk, that somewhat both without a name? To quench them with sober seemlihed gave utterance as he entered: Ha!

               20

We needs must follow’d my advice! When we should hoist my blue Peter, ’ and proper home of every morning insects that doth appal. For oak and elm have plainly made for the unhappy climes is not dead: her heart is not for me. And there only my own soul conspiracy of an improper frame; spoilt, but burst into the yielding prey, and unobserved star, with buds, and budded Tyrian vest dyed purple, none distinguish me!

               21

Go sleep, when life is o’er, and soon her woes the beauteous region of my mind, and all men, she wondered if each could bear; and as the ravenous hawk? Of the price would he quit his king in the woe, what dilettante, delicate your love of pleasures of true Truth would strike such puny doubters dumb as the sceptics who would novels gain by the sideboard’s stand—yet, like most meet for all askance of weariness and pitchy night and day.

               22

But seeing at his elbow in a trice. Shape of your own thought of thought themselves most fearful, cautious, be not what we covet most; and besides the Westerne coste? Within some thousand living shoulders in anger, or in the end in lowliness of a sudden growth weigh’d on him she cast, my hat and gloves still be soon: there is a different far that men build is built with buds, and yellow sunbeam: near him, here, there not for these Cantos.

               23

—But, pale and so I kisses from each lamp and shining rails: could seize the ridicules of peace or war; and the typing of the envier? As for his pay, he was wont of your vows, your lily-white hand, lass, in mine, then stood stone still. Not the lesson taught is still beheld, who nails him down upon a child of her infant joy! Their steps are brief. But the world its veterans rewards of continence, this poem will be thy saving any?

[aboynameddash]

Bryan and I ghosted each other than I cant believe I’m saying this but I really can’t be any more happier. Like should I delete his thread or just block him all together because at this point it’s been over two weeks and I’m actually really fucking ok with it because despite everything, we really couldn’t be less compatible and I think I really just enjoyed him because I felt somewhat stimulated talking to him, but theres a difference between just great conversations with a brilliant person and....attraction. Like he gave me the ick as soon as I picked up the phone and talked to him. something about “hello hello!” Just.. was it for me. The excessive talking about himself and nothing at all, barely asking about me, whenever I answered a question about me he reverses it back to him..bugged me. When we met at Moe’s, I liked him enough to want to date him again, because he actually turned out to be a doctor. So I gave him a second chance and can’t really remember brunch because I had to take a shot before meeting up with him. The truth is, I never was really stoked about him wante anything more. It was definitely up and down especially considering he owns his own place and actually furnished and decorated it in a manner that was complete and mature..but found it really weird he had a female roommate. It just seemed like he was trying to have a live in gf.

The major ick was when he kissed me. He kissed with his eyes open and I was like meh, I really can’t complain because I too kiss with my eyes open but WE CAN SEE EACH OTHER. He also did this swirly thing with the tip of his tongue and had like no lips and it was just cringe. It was like a 12 year old boy trying to kiss a girl for the first time. It didn’t get any better on valentines day when he tried to kiss me multiple times during the movie.

What was really cringe on valentines day was when he asked me if I had any snacks - I’m sorry who goes to someones house and just ASKS for snacks? Its valentines day, lets not be cheap and go out to dinner or something. He then grabs a blanket from under dasher and wraps himself up around it like a fucking child and asks me to lay with him. Then proceeds to SCREAM french into my ears like he did when I went over to his place. Like wtf. This is not sexy. I also really didnt appreciate how he kept trying to push himself to take me to the airport and 10 minutes before my projected time to leave, basically tells me good luck and hope you make it to the airport. Like if he wasn’t actually gonna come, then shouldn’t he have told me that in the morning instead of spinning that on me? He spent multiple times that night talking about his acheivements and the moment he wanted to become a urologist - telling me about how he created a penis for a baby using the inside of his cheek....something he already told me but I guess is so fascinating to him that he had to tell me twice. Ok great, that was your acheivement in life and I’m glad it was something meaningful and lifechanging towards someone, but WHAT.ABOUT.ME. He also kinda forced me into reviewiing these penis drawings he did that was published back when he was in medschool and all I could think about was “I dont care” and I dont know how that wasn’t a red flag enoguh that I wasn’t into him 

Same thing happened on the day he was supposed to hang with me. Brunch on sunday and 10 minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, he goes “assuming we’re not meeting up? you gotta tell me these things!” UH. no I was waiting for you to pick me up. Manipilative. Like I dont even know if he knows he’s doing these things but then he just tells me “acutlaly down to meet up later” He wanted to change plans but decided to spin it on me. So later that night when I was getting ready to go over, he tells me he hasnt eatn anything yet, has food at his house but not enough for both of us. Offers to pick up takout which is a great idea in hindsight...but then offers to split something because the portions are “huge” even though neither him or I have eaten. But I guess the creme de la creme was that night when I acutally did go over and had no desire to kiss or hug or anything. I sat in the opposite couch as him and he just knew I wasn’t feeling it because we talked about it. He says “I want you to come sit with me but I know you want your space” Fair. I didn’t say anything and I thought that was enough for him. He then follows it with “come lay with me”. I pretend I dont hear him but he says it again. See, it wasn’t necessarily a “hell no” but it definitely wasn’t a “hell yes” Partially because I was at his house, partially because I was still trying to decide how I was feeling about him. So after the second time I walk over and sit next to him and starts crying to get out of it. I didnt have to lay with him after that.

All in all, I think my internal gut was trying to warn me wiht something. Something I still can’t decide what was up yet. Because after he was gone, things just got a little easier and easier. I dont know how to say it. There was just no attraction or chemistry. He was ick. He was cringe.

[neil-gaiman]

How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made

She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....

Excerpt from: The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York:  Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69

Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets

(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]

(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2]  but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]

(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]

(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]

(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]

(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]

(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]

(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]

(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]

(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]

Notes on sources:

1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.

2. Genesis I. 26-28.

3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.

4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.

5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.

6. Num. Rab. 16.25.

7. Targum ad job 1. 15.

8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.

9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.

10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.

11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.

12. B. Erubin 18a.

13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.

Authors’ Comments on the Myth:

1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'

2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.

3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.

4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.

5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.

6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.

7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.

8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.

9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.

10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.

The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.

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TONGUE IN CHEEK

LIU YANGYANG

Prologue: How far can do average college bestfriends go to get some free dinner in London? Yangyang has always been all bluff and bluster but what happens when things take an unexpected turn?

Genre: Suggestive + Fluff + Friends to lovers AU

Wordcount: 1,427

Warnings: Suggestive Content

Six days have passed since you managed to complete your second year of studying architecture. You forged to get into this college, the prestigious London School of Architecture, to add more to the flex. Needless to say, you missed home, your parents, and your cat, but things had been working out quite admirably.

It was just another Friday that you planned to waste while bingeing on some crime documentaries, unless Yangyang wanted you to hang out with him. You could never refuse. He had been your companion in the foreign land, the go-to guy, and it felt like you both almost clicked together immediately. Life with him was never lacking adrenaline, like the last time you almost got arrested for graffiti or the one time you shop lifted vintage vinyl records.

Two hours later, you find yourself wandering around the posh streets of London as you and Yangyang gossip about the college couples and bitch over the professors. The street was where men got their daily attire tailored and women never seemed to get enough of their Jimmy Choos and Burberrys. You and Yangyang appeared like two kids, untroubled about life and the future and uncertain about your choices and decisions.

"You’re just going to stare at it forever, right?", Yangyang derided as you peered through the windows of the expensive restaurant. Food was the number one priority in your life, in a sense, and it was, after all, a hard task to ignore the temptation of the place. The fine dining, the courteous waiters, and the aroma of the lavish meat assorted with the Chanel colognes.

"Staring is the only thing that I can afford right now," you defended. It was tough to pay for your classes and other expenses already. You perfectly fitted the broke student category by now.

"There is too much deliciousness over there to ignore. Let’s go in and eat it. " He made another remark. You knew Yangyang led quite a comfortable life back in Germany, but you were well aware that spending stacks on this dinner wasn’t something he would do either.

"Liu Yangyang, are thou the son of the magnates?" You inquired in a sarcastic manner.

"No, but as long as you follow what I say," he declared with a smirk. It was the exact way his lips positioned themselves right before he caused trouble.

"Not another time am I falling for it, you are just all talks. Remember the last time you almost got us-"

"What if I make it work this time?" He stifled your words.

"Then I owe you a wish." You casually stated knowing already how things would turn out.

Forty-five minutes after that conversation, you and him are sitting inside. Yangyang entirely focusing over the perfectly grilled steak while you tried to hold your laugh. It was getting more difficult with each sip of your champagne as you waited for the ring to show up. You and your best friend were going to fake an engagement. It was the only way you could devour all the food, half of which was already in your digestive systems by now.

"I swear if you keep on bursting out every thirty seconds like this, then we are spending the rest of this night cleaning their dishes." The last time he wore this expression was when he got caught cheating on his structure theory exam.

"Alright, I’m trying my best, but getting engaged to you would be funny for anyone." You teased.

Yangyang got onto his knee instantaneously. You knew it was coming, but not all of a sudden. He pulled out a box from his pocket, inside which sat the diamond studded ring. You wondered if he had everything planned ahead of time but his  contrasting H&M shirt made you think otherwise. He wasn’t the type to propose without a trail of roses and fireworks around. You knew him by now.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" asked his mouth with that perfect gummy smile and eyes that contained starts in them. It almost felt like you fell for him at that moment, but falling for your brainless and unnatural best friend seemed ridiculous.

The clock hinted at eleven: sixteen when you reached back to your rooms. The ring still fitting your fourth finger. The day marked another wild achievement of yours and Yangyang’s. He sat on your bed, pulling out his socks as he refused to go back to his own room, which was just adjacent to yours.

"Does my wish still stand, Y/N? Did you forget about it? " The boy enquired.

"It would have been fantastic if you returned your assignments at that same pace, Yang." you reverted. The banter between the two of you was relentless.

You turned around as no response arose from the other side, only to witness Yangyang’s face, a face he had never shown you before. His eyes grew dark, as if he desired something. The aura around the room grew sensual. To add to the benefit, you seemed to enjoy it. He looked at you with such a call that you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him.

Yangyang wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. Although you had been this close to him a couple of times before, but this scenario was entirely disparate. Your fingers naturally cupped his cheeks. The room fell away. He was no more your brainless and unnatural bosom buddy but one very fine young lad in his early 20s. You could feel his breath tingling over your ears as your cheeks turned plum shades. He planted a kiss on your lips and not a second later, you were already making out like some teens.

The kiss felt impulsive but yet so sensual and carnal. You both needed each other. It was not until your tongue met his that you realized you were basically starving. Yangyang’s lips were adorned with the tint you gifted him for not failing at his classes. But there was an absence of the awkwardness and cringe that on normal days you would label romance, but fuck it, you were too in the moment. You kissed each other on the lips again and again as you craved for it to reach your heart, which it did. Gradually, you both pulled away from the kiss as your noses brushed against each other’s.

"So was this all you wanted? Not too bad for the dinner and engagement, I must say. " You commented.

"Yes." He said. His perfect gummy smile and the manner in which his nose scrunched made you ponder if he was real. But you had different plans for the night.

The next morning, you were woken up by your regular alarm. Still half asleep in Yangyang's arms. You could not care less about the alarms that day and after the night you witnessed. How a simple wish of a kiss turned into two kids losing their virginity.

You turned your head up to take a glance at him, soundly asleep like a baby. His brown highlighted locks covering up his forehead. He looked like a cute little sheep. Meanwhile, you internally debated your feelings. Was this love? Or just your mind and heart collectively teaming up to play games with you? Although you got engaged to him last night, you were now scared to face the reality. It was all a fake and the end was coming near. You also feared for your friendship. Would things still remain the same between the two of you after this night?

You were so engaged with your thoughts that you took no notice of Yangyang. He was up, his lips curved into a smile. He squeezed you tighter and pecked your lips. Blood rushed to your cheeks at an extraordinary rate.

"Good Morning" he greeted with his raspy voice and it was never before this moment you found it attractive. He took your hands and interlocked your fingers with his as he gazed over the ring. "Pretty isn’t it?" he asked. You hummed in response. His eyes met yours. No words were required to do the talking; it was a language between you and him.

"You could wear it Y/N, but at least give me a chance to propose to you with all the pomp and show, flowers raining down, kids releasing balloons in the sky, and fireworks bearing Will You Marry Me" he explained his idea with a cheeky grin.

"Yang, I hate you" you said.

"I love you too" right before his lips met with yours, once again.

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Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.