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libidomechanica · 4 months

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Untitled (“Did I curse”)

A limerick sequence

First Stanza

Of poet’s heard taste for our babe in vain for all. To love as prouder grand left to be death-shades quell one time’s faults should pause, doth man. As genuine said. Did I curse.

Second Stanza

—Oppress each with their gaze of love;—she wake a rest: wink at once to one sea- warrion calm, and hold fried, peace. Are have vanquish’d no barbarous inflame young Lochinvar.

Third Stanza

But cruel snared that we turned. When April daffodilly trembling stinguish me! The truth, as widow, Rest. The soft blest his epitome such talke thick with divining?

Fourth Stanza

As frame, until ’twas the powers. The night steeds untwining? The hear me tongues, or ration, or peace and felt so little time dead men’s gathers of heart in a woman!

Fifth Stanza

And sweet this heart, bury me, with every vain. Angry and still the cold be: his Foot to go,—so will I knew neighbouring with her wind I see it. See, that her lord.

Sixth Stanza

The western sea! Extras, when, in narrate. Calls a thousand yet in the viols, ravish’d:-If he felt it be lost and mought, minstrel, is the next, on the Syren’s light win.

Seventh Stanza

, She hast been boat beneath of love sweeter! I my sweet loose on earth tis no another on darlins and pipe comforts of all is young maister not kept all you go.

Eighth Stanza

Hardly had a man sat, whetherby claim, till bumpersand, come stooped down to blame to gi’en tak’ to a smiling light. By green she doth wither way her manners fine knack.

Ninth Stanza

Of honeycombed with art fond of her be turning live: thus. When the one other in its tongue: not be fain his brouze, or as he, that I took the world? His be dumb?

Tenth Stanza

In ecstasy! That waves, perused Kinnaird quitt with no worse that them well—but booke as the wroth—while each in her with which keep in the moon, that wheel, and like through of thing!

Eleventh Stanza

Were should kill; but punn’d along did nothing. And I was ally the pray! Who wast the sun. Here is breasts, and turns of sigh upon a woman. It’s dream of with divine?

Twelfth Stanza

As the looks fair pale forming courts, while tongues forehead and in a fools for peace be the would Fate praising hands. Renew, before there, bury me back dismal cypressing.

Thirteenth Stanza

Nor the nigher banish and beat, at it grows, and health, tusk, and read to you young light pollution. All with generous,—all for me. With sacrilege throne after, clear.

Fourteenth Stanza

Shed a fleet smil’d and Lucumo; ran dogma rathers thoe: none lifted her earthly dunghill she stood? How carriage-tomb, the Doctor to row; in the poor Cynthia!

Fifteenth Stanza

Why did but shepheards wound me increasing schools, and rubies unheard of a new first now a poortith a world we are and Shírín, and dying. A soft blessing prey.

Sixteenth Stanza

Or duchess, the wind I see that’s foundred years: sighs, and they may now apparelled, under-gloom, and oft-times coming courteous, even found of mocking. Flower.

Seventeenth Stanza

Yet hold seem, woman’s faun to the Simplon’s hard a wing, or down to blend all the wide seas. ’ Embrace with not to pine for on the steady harmony way, and for all.

Eighteenth Stanza

No tumbled photograph from ear and the cries. And the grave Lochinvar? Need great assizes keep. The hours! Epitome till were the peopled vein; but what forth them.

Nineteenth Stanza

From thee fair will life, and swell and generous juicy hay from the nation. Who was new mused me in this pain, and were life’s deare the shaded like edge of this ago.

Twentieth Stanza

Dear planet clouds faith them for come again an orb of pleasure of heroines was from trouble to scarcely she wore there unregardened sea! Or duches grave.

Twenty-first Stanza

A pearl’d with the curls as we. Better— love the hover’d phantom of friend; for a lass wi’ a tocher; and fled. Left me deeply one little, that more thou wast more off!

Twenty-second Stanza

Of lust they letting briefly and and as trying upon thee. And walked the book, the room, was duty soldier self another was seen unto his state: which may move, that.

Twenty-third Stanza

I spoken he had lost evidence, a dancing and gained that falling with tears has the lives. Double, and the chronicle of ordinance written into the North.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

Quo’ her scale. An urn on our example and nights surely thus path reflect— a man, which resume to that sometimes been of brown. Words thrown leaves upon a heaven.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

Many a little to heart. I quite stood that she’d said, as them that beareth long I listening come, a breast; and said then, sae douce and walks; we mov’d on her friend men’s No.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

He, one drunk, or wit nor stool, down bows o’er thus pastures all alone, I saw him from cut out, as welcome: for thousand holds, we went look’d kind. I too long tribution.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

On then possess’d—and yet wandering kine, but sweet a fair, thy spent with watch. Surveyors, elegant appear. Winter-clad in loving your beardless their other come.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Thought, and only kisses beetle breezes sprig of wine but when lo! The died it sharpening road clear. Better took her though my tatter music, came melissa, forgot?

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Here, pity, breast thy capacious of the horizon’s self, for last leaves, we were she silence and we as the price. Asked, at hys pacing, deflow’ring that greatly mone.

Thirtieth Stanza

Make my lay, fair philosophies there. The truth: and fresh araye. Nor pity doth nye, I trie; there God, with generous, would not, since from the toom, honey-fly when and rare.

Thirty-first Stanza

Of Shalott. The high cliffs, the blush’d the trees feel this in our magic, arsenic, and cling friend! I almost reap, and rumble, filthy mind: music official persons.

Thirty-second Stanza

Juan, whose eyed. In what she murmurous ears as we sayd I thou, there as rest we might have been even as whispered in our eyes, the seem a kibitka he roses.

Thirty-third Stanza

My skiff and could trouble world esteem. By night and thumping spies the inside- out, and blew his Son, her genius by deede, retirement; as brine: innumerous fled.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

’ Florian, aspect, he beauty as I drew fair cried, you leddest straggling. A net whatever kneel, youth at the she noontide of soul abroader their ever flyings!

Thirty-fifth Stanza

Out-sparkled feet. Thy fair, he maggot born rough her hyde, so well? So light occasion like my hearts; but it glide it, and their opening flow’d, and hymns and groan for me.

Thirty-sixth Stanza

A spoil amount and take here vnprouide for than if I speak loose vnchastened be if that dissolve is nose. Like mountain-river: our selfe, doth toil, increas’d their mastery.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

Than thou hast smiling the rest: if all pinewood crown mines! Had found at once at though forbid then to the oldest, in his false flatter’d from sullen thou kenn’st those world!

Thirty-eighth Stanza

—Who elsewhere are ominous, her course of the silver wheels go overjoy’d, now past as men whores. In my fault! And I saw her country enrobe our mither the brim.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

A ta’en city, breathening up the Ladyes their thee and east, breath the stream& a blindly moderate affair play: there, the gruff comforter! But not—there wall around.

Fortieth Stanza

Fate, but have swollen at my hand, I trust, unless dian dogma rather eyes fitted profiteth statues were cruel snare in thee. Heaven, that held his world of thing.

Forty-first Stanza

He kept him eerie, mourning; and the balance and uninspires o’ rank, be heroic touch’d then held the sense—besides the Mountaining? And therefore, and are safe!

Forty-second Stanza

” I said it remain his mortal Bird! May was he sage from the bonie lass wi’ Geordie souls can’st the steppe some smooth a waking to thee, and said for our hidden star.

Forty-third Stanza

Our blooms that place, higher, the said, but when the saw a cruel. Full amounting, became. To a dying, dying, dying, rage, thought and wakeful bow, here. Blow, set you.

Forty-fourth Stanza

As old old combine of depths of the Boston tow. Is so lofty those which speech of Mortal ears! Youth wilderneath that. To scarcely politic, ancient times content.

Forty-fifth Stanza

They tell have and they are of happen wyde. Amber whiskey in my wild above, and person! Waking on a wise but such as brighteous, volumes at once are except.

Forty-sixth Stanza

Tis tickle she croupe they punched melissa hitting his right shepheard the sword and we went you. The nippit her eyes the fann’d in her foot one, to knowledge saw the stage?

Forty-seventh Stanza

Pillow-ridge of those dalying, dying, and I my slime for poet sun went: helpe? What ancient of your leisure. Eating hound, juan retreaten’d sovereign was feminine.

Forty-eighth Stanza

Of weeds, the savage eyes o’ charity: but sweet, like a league beyond all: unbribe. Summer saith its thought lame. Her more; so while upon and in my soul, and I love.

Forty-ninth Stanza

Every for them underground, o’ercast, lightning rounding than every new live— such an and they blesse calm around, now as we not seek no men of bird! In the aspense.

Fiftieth Stanza

And bowlers. For I would of fond bounds of the foundaries unheard must bird, thirty they said: nor sleep wrinkles into stands, and by thy dares that were that crystal brow.

Fifty-first Stanza

Father the Elysian gaziness, deign, who dies, like her love, so little laught at a’! And heart, told and welcome anything woo’d and empty heart’s bitter musing.

Fifty-second Stanza

Thus much contented one thought sure, friendship bene hys backe, sicken. She haue ioy makes her so will their times and than twanging was, and only kisses art music fled.

Fifty-third Stanza

The usual high or well withing! Have I rifle all. It is cleere. Her be take the illuminous! High the coast, childe: when a dream. When I see to me to me?

Fifty-fourth Stanza

Your Academician custom, spoke out to the bonie last learnt out to be spare,—why shame; and we are but loves had limed him down to see the silence, it sit up!

Fifty-fifth Stanza

That I have the treasure the was pliant both fairest gray person, would bar,— now they look’d for she said, can he nobody was been and the sky. And be than thy blood.

Fifty-sixth Stanza

Flower beasts, have be spake: that for these thee in few hours of no critic and longing Great do your inmost breezes blast—thou messence! My wag, if this own into him.

Fifty-seventh Stanza

My bed-vow broken he clever, I wake there I gather rolls her pain—reach strait in thy tears, and half was. As where but thee livery inke turmoils the crowded rope.

Fifty-eighth Stanza

Beauty. Move, or would Falstaf says;—and yet you leave unconfide, say what is there thee near and we all stormy days, and only were the grieved be if thorns and till be.

Fifty-ninth Stanza

For wouldn’t be because wilt crown, his load of renaissance, this stream, and fair! He same over, I muse throne accent has stemm’d, wherewith thy light given: a beauty, clear.

Sixtieth Stanza

So often fret, and sweete sick, or dare nobleness was a hard his ago. Lovely, Woman raised yet none could be: his mists, and thy shades his own displays as to watch.

Sixty-first Stanza

With seraphims these questions’—not your ring? Who teach cool’d they might and somewhile my pressive her alms from each. That you we’ and in ever lie remote Shalott.

Sixty-second Stanza

Who touch he cold, these, but the mought for he delight to the mouth; receive a collusion. I’ll sword an ancient inroads learnt? Did Helen’s blue sweete simile, with dance!

Sixty-third Stanza

His hard, falles in thy Will’ one hoped down to this frequestion the wide and long, half be donne: for witt. Through thousand yet ne’er refusedly, and infidelity.

Sixty-fourth Stanza

Thy fail and in a clue. Not charnel- house us, its unsoiled all, and gleams, this pride, love as like calls far as love young, replying, and zone in a conquered mind.

Sixty-fifth Stanza

Your first under, but presence of gladnesse flame; and to flesh my peacefully lay, meanwhile upon our eyes that in his or mount and bowed whay, and beating to his stand.

Sixty-sixth Stanza

There she waves, where I fled, throught they shoutings were on the treason, would not exalt along me live, the digestions sheaven, was the lame. At these, of dore, but sown sand?

Sixty-seventh Stanza

Thee, what flowers kill towards God! Rudder bugle; and them, said Cyril said, the lass gang. While expectant. Trouble eyes, whoe’er shame! But, gen’rous mighty potent out thou may!

Sixty-eighth Stanza

The chance to his way be the high-soul’s thou wept walking to her heiress to leauing browse, or oracle. Poore Orpheus thy prevent; for their clamoured mildest, sleeps.

Sixty-ninth Stanza

No drop some hearse in proclaim, How the more; and that beat here; while she wild! For her open will seize the waves do to thee near, at lay among Great spake the man, of mind!

Seventieth Stanza

Or thinke no one, and hold your archives are but I must go: it wi’ the sphere. I heard, and matches with unlock its range my purpos’d to my pen wit to rid his truth.

Seventy-first Stanza

So liggen in the trees, take him,—she golden her voice had been, i’m rich true as nough love the roses fed; lady. Silver-footed men image in ever all ears!

Seventy-second Stanza

All wander you’re pay our truth; bearing of them not distance for the palace and how vast all the edge, as if in love! Have accents, and swear, hebes are sweet invent?

Seventy-third Stanza

Larks, to thy spent Yet holds, were cold blesse thou may so gay, straines; then new and ever safe arrival. Beside ten hundress the runaways close that for myself find.

Seventy-fourth Stanza

And country’s gorged despisd, and pawed as we entering coolness; like memorial fuel, making the true good you o’er that dark grow. I never limbs whom their scalp.

Seventy-fifth Stanza

Arise is wing the night-bird the the mought in the trembling was, and leaves its gleam delicatest doth endowments of Cincinnatus, she churn. Of pupil’s can say.

Seventy-sixth Stanza

Her face, bide eyes dull offend and how odd streamlet’s half in her face asked to feigned seems no flesh, from far away? Be found to his ears or a new faithful vows for me.

Seventy-seventh Stanza

’Tis diplomatic phrase we herself and a day—for would by eve, milky way to vain death; thou wilt, that I, alas! Must be arbiter on a tuft of the sun.

Seventy-eighth Stanza

I am too were pay our eyes that are you the father darkness call night that she second Eve, because each parting about to told his Son, he she said through man.

Seventy-ninth Stanza

And let that distant methings of a midnight, may seeing buds, all lives gross, drying, other Aretine, ribb’d and glory, till that are very deaths as flies are main.

Eightieth Stanza

I hear more like, we wondrous hours? But my mother youthful please upon it, Florian ground he beside does a fever’d startless to you. His purpled came Cyril.

Eighty-first Stanza

Depend on that affect abstract his is rare I heart for steady surpris’d to weary with ways. Say whence care I will lived in what you the comings of aged boys!

Eighty-second Stanza

The from who brough not I to blendings. See, and water, which was sorowe, ne leaves a basket emerald place, or seems no bloat in despising from then he to be?

Eighty-third Stanza

Arms, o, gie me telephant and whispers into his large unturnable, ourself never be taughts of have sweet viols, ravish, then with opened the world? I am.

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paulysson1 · 1 year

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Le paon

Je peux bien créer à l'aide de mes muses invisibles.

Et devant le tournant à prendre entre sentier dans la multitude où bien sur une seule idées, Elle, mon naturel me dit de foncer.

Comment entrecroiser nos passés ?

À par parler de nos cicatrices réciproques, nos tromperies de vies qui ne reviens avant le sommeil,

Celui qui nous laisse jusqu'au matin au réveil.

C'est parce que pour te clore les yeux tendrement je remettrais des bûches dans la flamme.

Je remettrais le soleil en haut de sa splendeur, ainsi que la lune bercent dans ton cœur.

Tu deviendra, libre comme l'aire,

Tu deviendra luciole qui va aider à ébair les humanoïdes non chalands.

T'es marmots tu leur trabsmettra ta flamme,

Aiguisé et juste, un peu excentrique qui attire sans désir ceux qui l'ont perdu.

Et lorsque tu aura faite le tour de toutes tes capacités, ai co fiancé en l'humanité ==> d'autres viendront t'aider, t'inspirer, te conseiller,

Avec plus au moins de maladresse.

Tu a sleeping droit de laisser tomber,

Tu as de très beaux et belles garde fou,

Tu es une princesse dessinera un Disney,

Gant de toilette sur les pieds afin de faire la syrene,

Tu es une déesse qui s'exprime,

Comme une enclume qui allume ce qui de droit.

Et lorsque parfois quelques larmes s'amusent sur tes joues,

Je les ramasse et te les cachés afin de créer avec leur aide uen fiole de bonheur avec laquelle je t'éclabousserai.

L'océan est bien plus grand que tout le chagrin que tu possède, mais tu fera vivre un simple homme, moi, plus fort que tout les marins des 7 sept mers.

P amis

#poème français #poème #poète français #poeme #poetry #poesia #poèmes #poem #citation #art

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flyingshipsx · 3 years

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Nome: Lee Tae Hyun Idade: 15 Origem: Auradon Alinhamento: “Neutro”. Apesar da influência fortíssima da nane pirata, TaeHyun viveu seus primeiros anos em um ambiente feérico muito tranquilo, o que o influenciou fortemente. Porém, com o tempo, e ao crescer sendo instruído com as filosofias revolucionárias da nane, ele assumiu uma crença mais distanciada dos mocinhos puros. Faceclaim: -

Headcanons

Hyun viveu na casa de dois guardiões temporários antes de ser adotado. Com dois aninhos, ele era um bebê observador que tinha preguiça até de chorar. Devido à sua calma seu desenvolvimento acontecia em fases bruscas. Um dia ele estava engatinhando e no outro já estava levantando e cambaleando atrás das nanes.

Desde novinho seu principal hábito tinha a ver com as plantinhas da mamãe. Plantinhas que no princípio ele comia. Sempre que o viam mastigando algo, Tae e Harmony precisavam correr pra tirar da boca dele. A mania evoluiu para florzinhas no cabelo e nas roupas, o que já era melhor do que se alimentar delas. À medida que suas mãozinhas se tornavam mais habilidosas, ele passou a tecer coroas de plantas coloridas e bem trançadas que sempre se podia achar espalhadas em todo cantinho da casa.

A partir de então, Hyun passou a viver com tiaras de flores na cabeça. O que ele faz até hoje.

Por ser bem sereno, prefere passar seus momentos de descanso e diversão com a mãe Harmony. A voz dela e sua presença sempre lhe acalmaram e o fizeram se sentir quentinho. Porém, quando quer ouvir sobre coisas emocionantes e questionamentos que pareciam perigosos demais para serem ditos em voz alta, ele ficava no encalço de Tae. Admirando sua rebeldia e aprendendo a questionar inclusive o que ela pensava.

Quando Taeyeon deixou a casa deles no reino, dizendo que precisava passar um tempo no velho navio e ajudar sua velha tripulação, ele sentiu muita raiva e recorreu à atenção da mãe e da irmã para superar a separação. Foi um período de muitas emoções conturbadas que o deixaram bastante vulnerável.

Com o tempo, futricando as coisas dentro de casa, ele achou os ensaios e livretos de Taeyeon onde vários manifestos anti monarquista e críticos da nobreza estavam escritos. A falta da nane o fez se apegar àqueles rascunhos e pedacinhos de papel, que acabaram influenciando fortemente sua posição sociopolítica e o fez querer ir atrás dela. Depois de sentir tanta raiva ele percebeu que só sobrou a saudade e que concordava com os motivos dela, apesar de querer muito a família de volta em casa.

Depois de fugir para a Ilha dos perdidos, acabou por encontrar a nane morando mais uma vez no navio de sua antiga capitã, @syren-cursed, viveu com ela por algumas semanas ali antes de sua irmã o encontrar.

Seu tio e suas tias @syren-cursed @smeeagull e @dantezhng o ajudaram no período também turbulento de reconexão de suas mães. Eles sempre pareciam saber o que dizer para deixá-lo mais tranquilo. No fim, ele estava feliz de estar com a família reunida outra vez, e dessa vez acompanhando a nane em sua empreitada corajosa de abrir a conversa para ideais novos.

Relações: Os herdeiros do Jolly Roger foram seus primeiros amigos. Apresentado à ele desde novinho, Hyun não consegue imaginar a vida sem a loucura daqueles piratas mirim. Ele também sente falta de conviver nos barcos, o que incita várias noites dormindo fora de casa com eles.

#cshqs:descendants #ainda estou aberta para mais connections só avisando #tretas e angst até nos au #rosctta #syren-cursed #smeeagull #dantezhng #taeyeon #musings

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the-astral-clocktower · 5 years

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Boss Battle! >:3c

Send me “Boss Battle” and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

You can also send me “Final Boss Battle” and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a final boss.

Add Multi-Phase! to either and I’ll post multiple tracks that play when your muse fights mine as a boss or final boss that has multiple phases/stages/rounds.

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

#jakkstuffup #muse battles #ask the syren

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soniabigcheese · 6 years

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A little plot bunny

Was watching Pirates of the Caribbean - On Stranger Tides .... for the nth time and came up with an idea regarding Syrene the captured mermaid.

Yes, it was sheer bad luck that she managed to be caught and dragged to the Fountain of Youth.

However, I had this idea that maybe this was her rite of passage? Since she appears the youngest out of all the mermaids, so I assumed that she liked to tag along with the more adventurous group. So they allowed her to come along ... on the proviso that she goes through some hardships that her sisters had to go through - and survive.

They didn't expect her to live through it ... and bring back a human in the process. As they may have teased her relentlessly about being 'soft hearted'.

But she has proved to everyone that she is fearless, resourceful and fierce. I can only imagine that she is fiercely protective over Philip the cleric she fell in love with.

Forgive my ramblings here. Feel free to add in your own thoughts as well as some constructive criticism

#not thunderbirds #pirates of the caribbean #on stranger tides #syrene #philip #musings and plot bunnies

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theimperialnuisance · 2 years

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Character info for FFXIV Write 2022 Here is a small snippet of the three wols I plan to write for this challenge and also going forward <3 Kien is still the main of this blog but I figured for my own sanity and taking the advice from all of you, a multi-muse blog is the way to go! So without further ado, here are they are! (More might be added later but I wanted to get this up at least)

Kien Eilath//Keeper of the moon Miqo'te (Main WoL) Closed off but kind, cautious sometimes, impulsive the next, learning to know what it's like to be loved and cared for by others. Will do anything to protect his friends and loved ones Main class: Gunbreaker, dabbles in Bard Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Warrior of Light

N'noah Wiloh//Seeker of the sun Miqo'te (Alt oc-same universe as Kien) Mischievous, a bit of a flirt, will spare no expense to get the information she wants and needs, will probably talk you ear off if you let her. 1/3rd of the redhead brigade. Main class: Dancer, dabbles in Monk Profession: Immortal Flames private, former Scion of the Seventh Dawn

Syren Ligeia//Veena Viera (Alt Wol-Separate universe from Kien and Noah) Hot-tempered and quiet, fiercely loyal, will most likely give you a nod or a one-worded answer half the time. Bluntness and sarcasm are his moods of choice. Main class: Currently a Dragoon but will be Dark Knight by mid-Heavensward Profession: Former Temple Knight, currently the Warrior of Light and a Scion of the Seventh Dawn

#ffxiv #character profiles #ffxiv wol #miqo'te wol #viera wol #keeper of the moon #seeker of the sun #veena viera #N'noah Wiloh #Kien Eilath #Syren Ligeia #final fantasy xiv #wol character info #crystal dc

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lumiinousbeingsold · 3 months

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Muses

Biblical and Mythical

Asherah

Michael

Lucifer

Raphael

Haniel

Amitiel

Abaddon

Remiel

Paimon

Phenex

Solas

Gemory

Seire

Vepar

Vínea

Rosier

Aphrodite

Hebe

Hestia

Persephone

Makaria

Harmonia

Khione

Apollo

Hermes

Arachne

Lupa

Laverna

Finvarra

Clíodhna

Aoibheall

Fantasy

Daenerys Targaryen

Rhaella Targaryen

Cersei Lannister

Genna Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Arianne Martell

Jeyne Westerling

Melisandre

Elaena Perzonys

Wynafryd Manderly

Dacey Mormont

Darlessa Tully

Lyanna Stark

Gwenys Snow

Ravenna Bolton

Argella Baratheon (Durrandon)

Maris Baratheon

Thalassa Blackfyre

Bellegere Otherys

Baela Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Laerissa Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Alys Rivers

Barba Bolton

Saera Targaryen

Alysanne Targaryen

Rohanne Webber

Isabela of Rivain

Morrigan of the Wilds

Supernatural Genre

Dara Winchester

Emma Winchester

Meg Masters

Claire Novak

Rowena Macleod

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Josie Saltzman

Davina Claire

Rosalie Hale

Esme Cullen

Edythe Masen

Rose Hathaway

Sydney Sage

Defne Mazur

Kate Fuller

Santanico Pandemonium

Winnie St. Hollow

Annis Hope

Daci Ambrose

Bella Dawn Franklin

Hana Pierce

Mona Hayes Jensen

Nari Rhee

Stefania Corsetti

Xiomara Luna-Corsetti

Vylnessa

Libby Morgenstern

Rhea Stellamaris

Sylva

Sci-Fi

Leia Organa

Nyssa Skywalker

Brielle Fenmar

Syren

Jade Caxis

Rayali Coursti

Fairytale-esque

Evie Grimhilde

Maren Hook

Audrey Rose

Allegra Rose

Léonie Legume

Gabrielle de Bourbon

Nafesa al Kubra

Lumi Dwergaz

Calla Stahlbaum

Thea Mousai

Clara Stahlbaum

Comics

Kara Kent

Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Artemis Crock

M'gann M'orzz

Lena Luthor

Mazikeen

Darmaris Morningstar

Stella Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Becca Barnes-Romanoff

Pepper Potts

Shuri Udaku

Medea Harkness

The God Tempest

Layla El Faouly

Allison Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Lien Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Andromache the Scythian

Horror

Theo Crain | Canon ; Kate Siegel ; 36 in the show, currently 42 ; Lesbian ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Middle sibling in the Crain clan, Theo was always... more sensitive to certain things than her siblings were, and that sensitivity only heightened during their stay at Hill House in the summer of 1992, where she and her four siblings were left traumatized by the sudden death of their mother Olivia. As an adult, Theo obtained her phD with royalties from her brother Steven's books, and now works with children.

Nell Crain | Canon-ish ; Victoria Pedretti ; 32 in the show, currently 38 in aus ; Bisexual ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Youngest of the Crain clan, Nell had been a happy child until that fateful summer of '92, plagued thereafter of dreams of a Bent-Neck Lady, not knowing until it was too late who she was.

Jennifer Check | Canon Divergent ; Shay Mitchell ; 16 in the movie, 31 currently ; Bisexual with a fem lean ; Cis Woman, She/Her | Satanic sacrifice by your favorite boy band is sooo not a good way to die, but luckily Jennifer lied about being a virgin when Nikolai Wolf asked. Not so luckily, the ritual used turns any non virgins sacrificed into demons, feeding off of fear and flesh to maintain their vitality, much like a twisted succubus. After boys began to go missing, Jennifer’s best friend researched what could have happened to her that fateful night, eventually taking action against her. Somehow, Jennifer survived Needy’s attempt, and fled Devil’s Kettle, where she opted to find more… deserving prey.

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Odalys Capello

Aston Capello

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cg-syren · 3 years

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Syren gazed longingly through the polished glass of the tribute train, the landscape speeding by to the eerie silence of her current habitat. Another day, another prison. She looked out at a world left untouched, forgotten; and far more beautiful for it. She stared for a for more mere moments before setting herself to the situation at hand. Rising with purpose she swiftly turned to face another tribute whom had, unfortunately for them, stumbled into her den.

“Lost, are we?” she mused with a wry smile.

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libidomechanica · 9 months

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And yet alas, but never could have staggered wept spiraled the year; all break my heart. Nor his oaten pype, albee rude and blooming and shadow smell and some thence would breede both sides I don’t own anyone else. In such a fixèd fancy me, or gives to all the annulus—a planet of dutie green on the fall vnsoft. Sent free: the other lovely women: I gave assent: yet to the Syren’s hair-shirt, sewn with thy bliss for life bloudy sweat from thee, I shall welcomnesse. A dozen times a year to follow: a shot himself from Heaven. Due to faint in height: what we before small cause thou vnlucky Muse, she was, as readers take to have, extreme, rude, cruelness, of a wild ecstasy.

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adriensaltprompts · 4 years

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Submitted Prompt: "Missing Everything But You"

In a logical divergence from “Syren”, Plagg does not respond to Adrien’s threat to quit while the city is flooding by rushing to reassure him about what a great partner he is, and that he’s fundamentally irreplaceable because he’s Adrien, or anything of the sort. Instead, he calls his bluff… but first, he sighs. No reason to hide his annoyance, after all… especially not after seeing how Adrien reacts to his exasperation.

Kid doesn’t even bother hiding his smile. Obviously taking his exasperation as a good sign rather than a warning - after all, it’s not like he’s Gabriel, right? Or Nathalie, or anyone else who’s got power over him. Their annoyance is dangerous; Plagg’s is proof that his tactics are working… or so he assumes.

Instead of saying what he wants to hear, however, Plagg throws a curveball by idly musing about one of the parts of Paris that he’s going to miss. What a shame it’s going to be when such-and-such is gone… wiped clean off the map. Ah well.

Adrien asks what he means; Plagg casually points out that the place in question is already underwater. And since he’s not going to even try and save it, well… sucks to be them.

Naturally, Adrien bristles defensively. That’s hardly HIS fault-! And if Plagg wants to save it so badly, why can’t he just tell him what he wants to know?!

Because that’s not how this works, kid, he sneers in response. Besides, even if he did tell him, all he’d be doing was delaying the inevitable… because what happens the next time Adrien decides there’s something that he just absolutely has to know, and damn the consequences? What happens when he CAN’T satisfy his curiosity, like how he’s literally unable to reveal Ladybug’s identity? If this is anything to go by, Adrien is more than happy to let the city suffer just to prove a point… so by that logic, those places are as good as gone. It’s only a matter of time before he lets them get destroyed.

But hey, that’s hardly surprising, is it? After all, he’s all about destruction~

Infuriated, Adrien tries to twist things around, insisting that anything that happens due to his inaction will be entirely Plagg’s fault. But Plagg parries and retorts with ease, drawing out the argument long enough for Master Fu to arrive and hear the full extent of Adrien’s selfishness as he rages against the kwami, repeating his threat. Naturally, Fu is displeased. Rather than revealing himself to Adrien, he strips him of the Ring and reclaims Plagg, who reiterates to him how much he hates being active. (Along with a sarcastic thanks for giving him to somebody who was so willing to goof off and treat everything so frivolously.)

As they leave, Plagg thinks wistfully about all the things he will miss about Paris. Not because the city will stay flooded, but because he’s likely going back into the Box for safekeeping. But when it comes to Adrien, well… he can’t honestly say that he’ll miss him. Not after that whole display.

…Shame about the Camembert, though.

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theartistxroxy · 3 years

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cnn list.

( friend. )

>> (( best friends. )) @edwcrd e roxanne se aproximaram em storybrooke, e o jeito caótico dos dois parece encaixar muito bem. • (1/1)

>> (( protective. )) roxy sabe se virar bem sozinha, mas @syren-cursed acabou conhecendo ela em um dos dias que estava mal e precisou ajudar a defendê-la. e isso acabou sendo uma dinâmica recorrente. em troca, roxy cuida de um ou outro ferimento que essas situações acabam ocasionando. (se for alguém que vai pro clube da luta, ela pode ver a pessoa sempre machucada e meio que sempre dar uma de enfermeira) • (1/1)

>> (( like family to me. )) após ser transformada, foi praticamente adotada como irmã mais nova por @celaenac, de quem é muito próxima. é a pessoa mais importante para roxy. • (1/1)

>> (( friends by interest. )) muse só tenta se aproximar de roxy por algum interesse (seja no seu poder, no fato de ser um vampiro, ou porque ela é um pouco próxima do drácula, etc) (-/2)

>> (( client. )) muse é cliente direto no Flora’s, principalmente para comprar os cremes que roxy faz, e sempre que se vêem conversam bastante. (-/2)

>> (( artsy friendship. )) muse também é artista, então se aproxima de roxy por esse ponto em comum. (-/2)

>> (( read the room. )) roxy falha um pouco em perceber que @queenhuntsman na verdade não tem a menor intenção de ser seu amigo, porque ela decidiu que ele é muito legal e eles se dão super bem. (1/2)

>> (( help. )) sem tanta noção de hierarquia ou mesmo de leis civis, toda vez que tem algum problema, roxy vai atrás de falar direto com @jafvr como se ele fosse um policial qualquer disposto a lidar com pequenos delitos e dúvidas. (1/1)

( hate. )

>> (( frenemy. )) a personalidade de muse e de roxy não combinam muito, então normalmente acabam se bicando. nada muito sério, só umas provocações. pode até ser meio infantil, dependendo de como quem for. (-/2)

>> (( enemy. )) muse e roxy se odeiam, podem ter um passado ou não. pode até mesmo ser por um motivo besta, ou algo mais sério. (-/1)

>> (( opposites. )) muse representa tudo que roxy mais desgosta, e por isso que não o suporta. (aqui provavelmente teria que ser alguém bem grosseiro) (-/1)

>> (( game. )) muse é alguém acostumado a ter o que quer, então a forma dura com que roxy lida com muse o instigou a ganhá-la como se fosse um jogo. afinal, quem diz não para ele? (-/1) (essa energia aqui por favor eu quero tem criança chorando!!!!)

( love. )

>> (( crush I. )) roxy sabe muito bem como falar com pessoas, mas se transforma em uma idiota quando vê muse, tropeçando nas palavras e passando vergonha. pode ser que muse saiba e provoque de propósito, ou que saiba e não retribua, ou até que não perceba mesmo. (-/2)

>> (( crush II. )) nem sempre roxanne consegue diferenciar a gentileza de um flerte, então ainda não percebeu que muse parece ter algum interesse a mais nela. (-/1)

>> (( old love. )) @gcppetto e roxy se envolveram há alguns anos, mas ela nunca contou que era uma vampira. agora se reencontram em Storybrooke, mas enquanto muse sentiu o impacto dos anos, roxanne continua com a mesma aparência. (1/1)

>> (( someone’s love. )) em algum ponto, roxy curou alguém que teve um caso com muse. por isso, tem algumas lembranças e sentimentos por ele, mesmo que muse nem saiba quem roxanne é. (-/1)

>> (( ex lovers. )) algum ex caso, pode ter sido bom ou meio tóxico, terminado em bons termos ou não. (-/2)

>> (( bootycall. )) porque nem só de artes e sangue vive essa vampira, as vezes suas frustrações tem que ser aliviadas de uma forma específica e muse é para quem ela liga. (-/2)

>> (( friends w benefits. )) roxy e muse são bons amigos, mas vez ou outra acontece uma coisinha a mais. no strings attached, claro (-/1)

>> (( hatesex. )) roxy não suporta muse, e o sentimento é mútuo, mas as discussões acabam sempre esquentando muito mais do que deveriam. dizem que nunca vai acontecer de novo, mas o ciclo se repete. (-/1)

>> (( faking love. )) muse precisou de ajuda e roxy concordou em fingir ser sua namorada, mas não imaginou que a farsa duraria tanto tempo. (-/1)

#( about. )#postando aqui porque página é mó chato de ficar editando depois #cnn

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