#the drinch is me now

[phobiadarling]

Halloween? No, it's closer to Christmas. Every year Christmas pulls a Nightmare before Christmas cause for some reason there's already Christmas lights up and people are already buying gifts.

[wordsinhaled]

so here’s my back-translation of dream and hob’s first conversation in 1389 into Middle English! first i have their actual lines from the show, then indented is my translation, and beneath a literal translation of what i back-translated! dream’s lines are bolded, because ~*~that voice~*~

the main thing i took away from this is that hob’s speech patterns are much more casual and informal than dream’s, and i had to do a lot of rewriting, more so translating his meaning than the literal words, and bringing that back to the turns of phrase of ME. dream’s speech is (predictably) more formal and more antiquated, and required much less finagling, less actual translation or restructuring. i’m not sure if this was intentional for dream, given that dream speaks in iambic pentameter with shakespeare in 1589, but either way it’s an interesting difference! anyway, i hope folks think this is as cool as i did :D 

if any linguists or Eng scholars hanging out in sandman fandom happen to pop up and want to critique me i’m totally open to that since i haven’t touched ME or any of the resources i used to use in literally almost a decade haha 

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HOB: “I’ve seen death. I lost half my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy! It's not like I don’t know what death is. Death is... stupid. Nobody has to die. The only reason people die is ‘cause everyone does it; you all just go along with it. Not me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going to die. ... I might get lucky! ... There’s so much to do, so many things to see. Women to swive. Ale to drink. ...” 

Deth I haue biheld wiþ ful face; Mani on frendes wel-biloved I haue sene los of dethe and plage. At Burgoyne wiþ Buccinghamm I faght, honde wiþ honde; I knawe Dethe bi the visage, and Sche is foolyssche. Al livinge men ʒelden up þeir liues to Dethe—nat I.  To liue undiinge is mi choyisse: on þis my mynde is sette.  Per-happes þe godes of fortune haþ me bistowed luk, For mucche is þer ʒet to se on erthe, I telle yow;  Richesse, glorie, wommen to swyue, ale to drinche! Aventures and merveilles schal I seke wiþ mine endeles daies. 

I have seen [faced/stood before] Death; Many beloved friends I have seen lost to death and plague. At Burgundy with Buckingham I fought [now i can’t find where i found this phrase, but it’s like “in close quarters”] I know Death by sight, and She is foolish.

All living men relinquish their lives to Death—not I. To live undying is my choice: on this my mind is set. Perhaps the goddess of fortune has bestowed luck on me,  For much is there yet to see on earth, I tell you. Riches, glory, women to swive, ale to drink! I shall seek adventures and marvels with my endless days.

[i couldn’t find how “Buckingham” was spelled in 1389, but it comes from the following: Olde English pre 7th Century 'hamm' meaning 'a water meadow' or 'piece of low lying enclosed land', plus 'ing', 'people of' and the personal name Bucca, hence, 'the hamm of Bucca's people'. i figured to ‘update’ it to ME i got rid of the “a” and made it “Buccinghamm,” but no idea if that’s right or not.]

DREAM: “Did I hear you say you have no intention of ever dying?”

Herd I þe riʒtly?  Intendestow to liue for euer, neuer to deye? 

Heard I thee rightly? Thou intendest to live for ever, never to die? [if i recall this rule correctly and followed my sources right, today we think of “thee/thou” as super formal but “thee/thou” was, at the time, actually used to address those perceived to be inferior to oneself, whereas “you” was more deferential. so i used “thee” and “thou” here, because at their first meeting, dream clearly doesn’t care one whit about hob (yet!)

HOB: “Yeah. Yeah, that’s right.” 

Ye, ʒow herde me riʒtly.

“Yes, you heard me rightly.”  [I had Hob use a more deferential version of “you”... at least assuming I parsed the dictionary correctly!]

DREAM: “Then you must tell me what it’s like. Let us meet, here, again, Robert Gadling, in this tavern of the White Horse, in one hundred years.”

þenne yow mot nede itellen me your tale. Lette us mete here, Robert Gadling, in þis inne of the Whyte Hors, ones mor in a hundred yeres.

Then you must needs tell me your tale. Let us meet here, Robert Gadling, in this inn of the White Horse, once more in a hundred years. [it looks a bit weird to me, but Robert was in use spelled just like that in ME! i think “Hob” at the time could have been spelled Hobb as well. “Gadling” could also have been spelled 3 other ways (gadeling, ged(e)ling, galdinge and it actually has some additional rather insulting meanings: a) A companion in arms; man, fellow; b) a person of low birth; a base fellow, rascal, scoundrel; a bastard; c) as adj.: base, lowborn i like to think it reflects dream’s evolving opinion of hob over the centuries, and that dream surely must think of hob as a “companion in arms” by about 1789, not least because that’s the year hob so gallantly dispatches dream’s attacker before even defending himself ;) ]

HOB: “A hundred years’ time, on this day? I will see you in the year of our Lord 1489, then.”

A hundred yeres’ time, on þis dai? þan I schal se ʒow in the yere of oure Lorde 1489. [Basically word for word of the modern English, actually!]

[lauraashley93]

Stormy Weather

-reader is afraid of the dark so when there’s a storm and a power outage. Ez comes to her rescue.

Warningd: none

It was finally the weekend and you were so excited. Work had been long and stressful and it had you in a gloomy mood. All you wanted to do was spend your night on the couch with your boyfriend Ez and relax. The thought of being curled up next to him in his white muscle shirt and boxers had you grinning from ear to ear brightening your mood immensely. That was until you got to the exit door and seen it was piss pour raining outside. You sighed, instantly feeling your mood turning gloomy again.

You were driving home silently cursing the rain as it pours harder. You were a little scared of storms. You gulped as thunder and lightening cracked across the sky just praying it would stop. You pulled into your drive way as you ran to the safe warm confinement’s of your home. You went straight to the bathroom turning on a hot shower. Changing out of your now wet clothes and trying to warm up. You stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out, sighing you begrudgingly got out of the shower and quickly dried off and got changed into your favorite sweat pants and hoody.

You looked at the time, it was only 6 o’clock. You still have another hour before Ez said he’d be home. You started making dinner trying to distract yourself from the storm going on. You busied yourself with chores around the house until you heard the oven beep alerting you that your lasagna was done. As soon as you pulled it out of the oven BOOM,CRACK! You dropped the lasagna on the floor then the lights went off. You screamed and took off running. You ran straight into the hallway table which made you scream again. “PLEASE DONT KILL ME” you dropped to the ground until you realized what you had done. You calmed yourself down and got up as you hurriedly looked for the flashlight and took off running up stairs. You ran straight for the closet and slid to the corner trying not to hyperventilate.

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Ez was at the club house waiting for the rain to slow down a bit. He didn’t wanna ride his bike all the way to your house and get drinched.

“Aye yo Boy Scout ain’t you supposed to be getting back to y/n?” Angel said to Ez with a smirk on his face. “Yeah, that’s why I wish the damn rain would lighten up so I could do so. She’s making lasagna tonight and the thought of it makes my mouth water.”

Coco laughed. “Yeah I’m sure it’s the lasagna that makes your mouth water. I could think of a couple other things that would be better.” Ez rolled his eyes at Coco’s comments even though he knew he was absolutely right. Everything about you turned Ez on and so he cursed the rain even harder because now thoughts of you and him were flooding his mind and his member was making himself known.

“Hey, isn’t y/n afraid of storms?” Gilly said from beside Coco. “And the dark? Because there’s been a power outage according to this weather app on my phone.”

Ez’s eyes grew wide. “Oh shit. She’s probably freaking out! Fuck it, I gotta go.”

And with that Ez was out the door and on his bike. Mother Nature must have decided to have some sympathy on him as the rain had lightened up a tad. Ez was going as fast as he could to get to you knowing you were probably panicking and freaking out. He finally pulled into your driveway, getting off his bike he ran toward the porch and to the front door. It was locked which didn’t surprise him any he used his key and opened the door. All the lights were out. He kicked his boots off and started searching for you.

“Y/n?? Where are you??” He didn’t see you in the living room or kitchen. He started up the stairs and opened your bedroom door. He seen a slight glow coming from the closet and he smirked to himself. Of course you’re hiding.

He slowly opened the door to the closet. He tried to not smile but failed so he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the site in front of him. You were sitting here, knees to chest rocking slowly with the flashlight in one hand and bat in the other.

“Y/n, baby, what are you doing in here? It’s just a storm mi Amor. ”

“I, I..” you started sobbing and you practically jumped into his arms “I was just minding my own fucking business trying to cook you dinner when there was all this booming and lightning and then I dropped the lasagna on the floor and the damned lights decided they didn’t need to work anymore and the hallway table tried to kill me and so I hid in here and I just am so glad you’re here now.” You were disaster. Everything came out in a rush as you gasped between sobs and buried your face into his chest.

“The table tried to kill you?” He tried desperately to hide the amusement in his voice as he rubbed circles on your back. “Do I need to shoot it?”

You looked up at him and blinked a few times. “Are you.. are you laughing at me??” You pushed back from him. “Are you kidding? I was practically almost a victim in a horror movie and you’re laughing at me! What if it hadn’t of been the the table and some pshyco killer?? And see if I make you my lasagna again.. the audacity...

He cut you off and kissed you. Your current irritation and anxiety all but forgotten as he deepens the kiss sliding his tongue against yours you massage his back with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles against your lips and pulls away. You whine at the sudden loss of contact and look at him with pouty lips.

“Hey, I was not finished! How are you going to make fun of me and then stop giving me lovins?”

“I was not making fun of you!” You gave him a look and he laughed. “I was simply teasing you. I rushed here as soon as I could to make sure you were okay because of the storm. I love you and I will always be here to protect you.” You smiled and snuggled back to him “even if it is from a psycho killing table”

He laughed as you smacked his chest and narrowed your eyes at him.

“You are just full of jokes today well we will just see how funny you think this is when I don’t give you no attention.”

You crossed your arms and huffed and he smirked and looked at you. Like he was challenging you. He knew good and well that you wouldn’t say no to any attention he gave you.

“Oh? So if I did this..?” He slowly kissed your neck and nibbled slightly at your skin. Uh-oh. You were in trouble. Your eyes closed as you moaned softly. He knew your weakness.

“I, no, i dont... what was the question again?” He chuckled as his bit your ear lobe softly. “How about we take this to the bed and I’ll make sure you forget all about this awful storm and make sure you feel safe and protected?”

You nodded eagerly. “I’ve been looking forward to that all day” Ez smiled as he picked you up without effort and threw you over his shoulder. You giggled as he threw you gently on the bed.

“Now, where were we?” You smiled and bit your lip. “I think we were right about here” You leaned in and kissed him as all your worries about the dark and the storm faded away.

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[voidsentprinces]

Prompt #7: Forgiven

The Heavens fell.

At first, there was naught but the Heavens and the clouds within. Silence loamed over the entirety of the all the realms. But, then...one by one. The sky began to crack, from these cracks came splinters. And eventually, the great ocean of stars, gave way. Where once was serenity, now chaos rained. In the literal sense.

A myriad of fire rained from the sky, the innumerable falling comets of bright orange and yellow. Came down upon a great lake of which there was no land in sight, nothing to behold. As it was so on any realm, so to was it on this one. There was the sky above, torn asunder. The calm, great ocean in the center of it all and the dark depths below.

Despite such an element present, each meteoric flame struck upon the water’s surface. Abnormally, the water didn’t quiver, didn’t fluctuate, the sky was falling and the water’s surface was as stable and calm as any other. As distant and unfeeling as a far away star. The bright lights of the many flames struck the water and could be seen sinking into the depths. Deeper and deeper they went, until they vanished from sight unto the abyss.

Among the meteor shower of blaze descended great glaciers from the sky. Each one housing a brazen celestial being within. Each one striking the water’s surface as well but sticking to it, as if it was solid land. The water as unmoving to it as it had been to the rain of fire from above.

Along with these towering structures of ice was Her. She stepped upon the water’s surface as well as it had been ground. Movements as graceful and swift as a gale across an open plain. Dressed in white, a look that would of been incandescent was it not for the blood that sullied it. Patterns of crimson across the gown, long since dry but somehow still very much wet. Her expression one mixed with sorrow, understanding, pity, and resolved. Eyes, equal in color to the lake where upon She now treaded if not more divine than fresh water from a Summer’s sea, drifting across to the glaciers She had brought from above.

Aforementioned as brazen and celestial from afar, but up close. They were antithesis of this description. The first glacier had a bubbling violet just beneath its surface. Noxious, wisps of deep smoke exhaling within its confines. A deep despair housed within. The next berg was seething with anger, a deep flame burning within and raged against the ice. Despite this, the frost never gave way, in fact. It hardened and solidified inward further, much to the blaze’s displeasure. Another one sat beside it, this one held no swirling mist or flame but, an unnatural paleness, and despite Her best efforts. One that dripped with tendrils of congealed blood. An echoing, mad laughter from within.

The last one, a whirlwind of black feathers, hypnotisingly dancing within its confines. Unperturbed by its situation, unresponsive, or reactive. Until it became aware of Her gaze upon it. The whirlwind shutter and expanded into a storm of mad screaming. Feathers, sharp as a razor with the weight of a stone and movement of a gale. Struck at the confines of its prison, the chipping of ice heard clear within with muffled shouting but still incoherent. Not due to the ice but do to the being within speaking in tongues.

A tear descended Her face as a frown came over her expression. The lake reacted to this as it began to shudder. Waves of turmoil began to swirl, Her eyes swiftly shifted to the lake. Quickly she wiped her tears and rose his palms up. As immediately as the uproar of the lake began it came to a still. Turning away from the monoliths and their denizens, she turned to the presence of her last kin.

Ever since being discovered among a mountain range of her own children and their own kin. They had been motionless, their flourscent pink eyes unwavering. Long black hair and body suit drinched to the bone in blood. Face as vacant and akin to a porcelan doll’s. Despite the feat and the massacre they had taken part in. They only came up to Her navel, wielding a long slender blade twice their height in their left hand. It too, blood caked as their entire being.

She gathered herself and slowly moved toward the last of kin not drowned in madness or falling from above. Wrapping her arms around them, she tightened her embrace and very slowly removed the weapon from their grip. But, it was firm and unwavering, it remained in their hand, no matter how hard she pulled on the digits.

She looked upon her kin once more and very gently Whispering very she pleaded, “Let go.”

A brief spark lit in the pink eyes of the other. Their fingers opened and blade dropped down piercing into the water. Making a sound upon it that was less like metal upon stone but more like sadistic laughter. As the blade bit into the lake and sunk into the depths below. The cacophony was carried with it, even long after it vanished from view. Stunned for the briefest of moments she watched it fall.

Regaining her composure, she slowly embraced the kin once more. Learning inward slightly and whipsering in their ear. “Forgive me.” Then raising herself to her full height, she flattened her hand. The lake began to churn once more in reaction to her. A large, icicle lance forming around her hand and arm. Breathing in deeply, her piercing blue eyes set upon the child as she lunched forward with grace befitting a feline. The young one’s eyes and expression unwavering and empty before its very oblivion.

However, the point of the lance stopped inches from their chest. As tears streamed down her cheeks, “Forgive me.” She whispered again. Quietly she watched as her lance broke upon and from the fragments, a similar glacier began to form around the child. The lake rolling and roaring as a storm of anguish rolled in. Thunderstorms and great howling winds blowing forth. The sky raged as the fire fell, leaving her alone surrounded by ice. Her children and kin, dead or driven mad. The last of her kind...for now.

Genixma awoke from one of the few rests, he ever took during his increasingly long life span. His bones aching in protest as he had fallen asleep at his desk and his posture wasn’t doing him, any favors. Leaning back against his chair, he slowly sighed. His yellow raven’s eye and crimson mismatched as they looked across his office. He was alone, no one to peak into his memories. And no one to discern the truth of him.

His armor hand reached forth to draw an ink and quill as he began to pen to one of the Lords, he had summoned. And all was quiet with the realm.

[blankedoutofexistence]

Little ones

And the figure sat down on his bed, Placing a hand on his head, Before he breathed in and said "Little one you are okay, If you stay strong you'll save the day, Yes the monsters are scary and tall, But don't let them know or let you fall, Tomorrow may be dark and that is true, But I know the future will be bright for you, So for now rest and lay your head on my lap, I can promise you this is not a trap, You might be wondering why I speak, But I will tell you I was once weak, No one's experiences are exactly the same, Not every beast can ever be tamed, But someday you'll escape just you wait and see, And will grow to love almost everything, So now little one lightly close your eyes, I shall protect you through the night." The little boy for the first time smiled up then said "Thank you angel for what you say, And thank you seeing me, If one peaceful night is all I get, I would be happy and never forget, I may wish for the hard times to end, But my life, I fear will never mend, But seeing you make my mind feel free, So angel, thank you for everything" Tired the little boy closed his eyes, And was in a a dream where he could play and fly. The figure stood up and tucked the boy in tight, He hoped the boy would sleep through the night, He was angered and he knew he shouldn't lied, But that little boy tonight was supposed to die, The figure was no angel and that is true, Or not like the ones known to you, He was there to take a soul away, He knew someone could not stay. A door creaked open and light flood down, Then foot steps began to sound, The figure stood looking up from the ground, Then sneered at the human he found, A demon drinched in drink and sin, And the figure watched as he walked in, The man stumbling walking towards the boy, Stepping and breaking the child's only toy, Seeing his target he went to strike, Grabbing the boy and grabbing tight, Growls sounded throughout the room, And behind the man the angel loom, His sword in hand and figure seen, He was about to end everything. "The big man wanted one soul is true, Instead of the boy, I pick you" as the figure spoke his voice was dark, His sword went up and through the man's heart, His sword covered in blood, He knew the boy was supposed to die, And he knew what he did was not right, So the figure scooped up the child in a gentle grasp. "Let's go little one we have things to do, I will make like fe good for you" And with that they were gone, A body on the floor of a person not fond, And now dead, His soul forgotten next to the bed. This is now how I say The end