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various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2

part 2 of an assortment of quotes and sayings i've found doom scrolling through pinterest that i think an adventuring party would say during their never ending perilous adventures . please do not copy/repost or add to this list, thank you!

Affectionate ❛ i am in love with an idiot ❜ ❛ i’d be his if he asked  ❜ ❛ even your rage is beautiful  ❜ ❛ there’s still good in you  ❜ ❛ my darling, you will never be unloved by me ❜ ❛ you are too well tangled in my soul  ❜

Questions ❛ are you a monster or a victim?  ❜ ❛ can anyone betray anyone?  ❜ ❛ who in the fuck authorized this?  ❜ ❛ where do you purchase your audacity from? ❜ ❛ why is everyone in this kingdom so gods damned stupid?  ❜ ❛ if you don’t terrify people a little bit, then what’s the point? ❜

Banter ❛ people can do worse things than kill you  ❜ ❛ gods help anyone who dares to disrespect me/you  ❜ ❛ magic always comes with a price  ❜ ❛ the gods love to fuck with us  ❜ ❛ i’ve got a spell for that  ❜ ❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well  ❜

Tragedy ❛ anyone can betray anyone ❜ ❛ not all of us are going to make it out alive ❜ ❛ i was once a child with innocent eyes ❜ ❛ i remember all of them ❜ ❛ i’ve been having a bad day for the past several years ❜ ❛ a golden cage is still just a cage ❜

Fierce ❛ what i did, i did for us ❜ ❛ if they touch you, i’ll break their necks ❜ ❛ it appears that you have mistaken my dislike of causing harm as an inability to do so. ❜ ❛ you are divine violence ❜ ❛ burn it all. ❜ ❛ i am so much more than you told me i was ❜

Antagonistic ❛ lets cause a little trouble ❜ ❛ i think you’re caught between who you are and who you want to be ❜ ❛ tell me what it’s like to conquer  ❜ ❛ you’re a little tragedy, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ disrespectfully, i decline  ❜ ❛ with all due respect, which is none- ❜

Neutral ❛ there’s bravery in being soft ❜ ❛ the trees told me about you ❜ ❛ i do not care for your god. ❜ ❛ if i can still breathe, i’m fine ❜ ❛ i’m nice as fuck. ❜

Comedic Relief ❛ do you mean to give me another one of your stoic nod? ❜ ❛ if you don’t want a sarcastic answer, don’t ask stupid questions ❜ ❛ i’ll get over it. i just need to be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ what’s your favorite pastime? mine is reckless behavior ❜ ❛ i’m definitely the nicest asshole you could ever hope to meet ❜ ❛ i wanna contribute to the chaos ❜ ❛ we can’t giggle, we’re at a crime scene! ❜ ❛ the nonsense has escalated ❜ ❛ go stand over there. your existence is giving me a headache ❜ ❛ being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ❜

BONUS FROM THE HERO TO THE VILLAIN ❛ you took everything from me ❜ ❛ haven’t you taken enough from me? ❜ ❛ go ahead. underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜ ❛ touch me and you’ll burn ❜ ❛ the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated ❜ FROM THE VILLAIN TO THE HERO ❛ don’t bleed on my floors ❜ ❛ people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice ❜ ❛ i am the child/daughter/son of a king who forgot my name ❜ ❛ i am the end of all things; i have drunk the blood of kings. ❜ ❛ congratulations, you have survived! ❜

#memes.

[songsdreamt]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

#memes. #reblogging this here as well sorry for those who follow both blogs 😭

[songsdreamt]

"stop making aus for your au" shut up. chosen of myrkul percy ,

#the necromancy aspect -> the fact that in most verses she sees ghosts #ooc.

[songsdreamt]

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these are taken from the song lyrics from the musical of the same name. feel free to change pronouns and adjust to your needs! )

❛  remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try.  ❜ ❛  where in the world have you been hiding?  ❜ ❛  stories like this can't come true.  ❜ ❛  close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.  ❜ ❛  and you'll live as you've never lived before.  ❜ ❛  let your darker side give in.  ❜ ❛  who was that shape in the shadows?  ❜ ❛  is this what you wanted to see?  ❜ ❛  now you cannot ever be free!  ❜ ❛  fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see.  ❜ ❛  i shall give you one last chance.  ❜ ❛  it's useless trying to appease me.  ❜ ❛  you're only saying this to please me.  ❜ ❛  if he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go.  ❜ ❛  it was an accident ... simply an accident.  ❜ ❛  why have you brought me here?  ❜ ❛  what you heard was a dream and nothing more.  ❜ ❛  i'm here, nothing can harm you.  ❜ ❛  i'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.  ❜ ❛  promise me that all you say is true, that's all i ask of you.  ❜ ❛  you're safe, no one will find you.  ❜ ❛  all i want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.  ❜ ❛  all our fears are in the past.  ❜ ❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ ❛  [name], what are you afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were once my companion, you were all that mattered.  ❜ ❛  why can't the past just die?  ❜ ❛  don't make me do this. it scares me.  ❜ ❛  we'll be parted forever, he won't let me go.  ❜ ❛  am i to risk my life to win the chance to live?  ❜ ❛  do i have any choice?  ❜ ❛  i know i can't refuse, and yet i wish i could.  ❜ ❛  don't think that i don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.  ❜ ❛  you! why did you let this happen?  ❜ ❛  but can i trust you?  ❜ ❛  i love her! does that mean nothing?  ❜ ❛  the world showed no compassion to me!  ❜ ❛  did you think that i would harm her?  ❜ ❛  why should i make her pay for the sins which are yours?  ❜ ❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜

#memes.

[songsdreamt]

4-Word Sentence Prompts

An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

#memes.

[songsdreamt]

she wants to say i won't hurt you, but she can't force her mouth to form the words. after all, wouldn't it be an empty promise? she doesn't want to hurt the druid, but she hadn't even known she wanted to hurt alfira until she'd awoken standing over the mess at her feet. "i just... i don't want them to hurt me." them. their other companions. people who, she'd hoped, were starting to trust her. "i know i deserve it, but... i... whatever this is, it must be who i used to be." not that she can remember. "and whoever that was, i don't want to be her anymore. i want to be good. you believe that, right?" she must sound half-mad, must look half-mad.

it's obvious annette is afraid of her. it makes bile rise in her throat, even as the evil thing within her whispers weak, pathetic creature. she'd be thankful if you put her out of her misery. but those aren't percy's thoughts. percy likes annette, as much as you can like someone you barely know when you hardly even know yourself. "you can, um... maybe you can cast hold person on me, and tie me up, or something. so it's safe. i don't want to hurt you. i don't want to hurt anyone."

the purple bard is in pieces, smeared across the ground & the other's clothes, her face ... annette is not a stranger to blood. between the experimentation of her mother & the requirements of living in the woods, pain & blood are more familiar than she'd like. but this? this is more than she was prepared for. the memory of the flavor of blood tugs at the inside of her mouth, face blanching. they are both afraid, it seems. persephone had said there was something wrong with her, & while the druid had believed her, she had not expected this. lae'zel had said alfira was weak. is that what did it? would she be next? small, nervous, quiet, it'd be easy. persephone could do it right now, or really whenever she wanted. a chill runs down her spine.

annette's mouth is dry, stuffed with wool like a corpse. she knows of different reasons one may be so compelled to commit horrors -- possession, the details of a particularly nasty bargain, powerful magic ... "what -- i ... i don't ..." she doesn't know these people. she has secrets, too. whether they cure this tadpole or not, the druid knows she's doomed. (now, it's just a matter of this now-four-way split in the path. persephone's blade, the tadpole, becoming a hag, or herself. one path is looking far more pleasant than any other.) "i don't know what to say."

#mycomaid #ic. #the dark urge.

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"mine's not anything but me, either." she hates arguing, but she can't let nettie keep spiraling in self-loathing without trying to pull her out of it. "you saw me with felix! i just got lucky he showed up at night, when we'd already done everything we had to do, because i was useless for hours after." years since she'd seen him, and yet he'd managed to peel back every layer of affected confidence and reveal the rotten, horrid, broken core of her with a handful of words. "having you around has kept me going, nettie. because we both deserve to get through this. and... and you can believe that isn't true, but it's not going to change my mind, okay? i'll carry you, if i have to, because i don't want to lose you. and i don't want laura to lose you, either."

but the difference is, she wants to protest, the difference is they can't help it -- someone else did it to them. (the hypocrisy there is lost on her.) if she had followed the rules -- played the game -- or even just gone off & killed herself before they ever left for the underdark. that idea continues to seem more & more appealing the farther from that point she gets. "i could've prevented it. i could've made it where ... where i didn't slow everyone down. i can't walk, percy, i can't do anything. i ... i shut down in reithwin, at ethel's, every time -- s'not gods, s'not anything but me."

#queen of saving drafts to The Wrong Blog o7 #ic. #mycomaid #main.

[songsdreamt]

durge percy still has her horns because she wasn't around her stepmother long enough to be pushed into having them cut down :)

#she was 13-ish in her main verse when it happened but uhhh. durge percy?? killed them before that HDSGKJFHDS #ooc.

[songsdreamt]

YOU DANGLE ON THE LEASH OF YOUR OWN LONGING; YOUR NEED GROWS TEETH.

indie & private oc for baldur's gate 3. selective, 18+. follows back from @spiritdreamt . loved by puck, she/they, EST. template.

#psd is saved in my docs as show pony by 000resources but. i cant find the blog Anywhere #if anyone DOES have the url i'll gladly add a link lmao #sp. #indie rp #bg3 rp

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"i know." she lets go of annette's face, not wanting to overwhelm her. "you're not the only one in trouble, though. i mean, karlach's..." thinking about their friend's plight always sends a pain through her chest and settles a lump in her throat, but she pushes through: "karlach's engine is barely stable. there's been two separate occasions where somebody was looking to capture astarion. mystra only allowed gale to be stabilized on the condition that he self-immolate to save the world. we're all fucked, in one way or another, you know?" she swallows past threatening tears, shifts the way she's sitting as her leg sparks with pins and needles. "and gods know you're not the only one who feels useless. i feel useless, most days. but... nobody's as hard on us as we are on ourselves. except maybe our mothers, but i'm of the strict belief that they're both miserable wretches, and their opinions are worth shit."

there's a small puff of humored air at the mention of lae'zel -- who had once, some time before, asked the half-elf if her main talent was flower-picking. that brief moment of laughter is cut very short by percy mentioning some of, in annette's opinion, the strongest people in their group. it's her mother's fault, she thinks. but more so than that, it's her fault for believing it, even now. she knows that witch wasn't her mother, that it was a bad situation. but maybe if she'd been good, been better, she'd never know. the pang in her chest at percy's list of compatriots grows stronger with each name & each note of her deeds. she sniffles, remaining otherwise still. "i - i -- i jus' wanna be helpful ... but i feel like. like i'm a weight. slowing ... everything down. like now. i can't ... i can hardly move, perce ..." her recovery has been too slow for her own guilty conscience. "i jus' feel like m'always in trouble & never useful enough."

#ic. #mycomaid #main.

[songsdreamt]

soaked in blood, gore clinging to her nightclothes—it should all make persephone sick. the fact that it doesn't is enough to leave her shaking, tears brimming in her eyes. she'd tried to voice that there was something wrong with her, missing memories and a violent hunger, but nobody had taken her seriously and now... now... she looks down at the body that used to be alfira, trying desperately to remember what happened, but she can't. she'd gone to sleep in her tent, and woken standing over the body of her fellow bard. "i... i don't know, i don't remember." she tries to breathe, but her racing thoughts overwhelm her: they're going to push you out. or worse, they're going to kill you for what you've done. and you deserve it.

"please, annette, i didn't mean to! there's something wr—wrong with me, something that... drives me to do things. and i've been fighting it, i swear i have, i didn't—" she wants to wipe her palms on her trousers to get the blood off, but there isn't a clean spot to use. a sob slips out of her even as she tries to swallow it: "i don't want to be like this. i'm scared."

@songsdreamt: " i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " + receiver finds sender covered in blood / accepting.

between the tadpole situation & her latent paranoia at sleeping in the open, she's still been sleeping light. even when the druid drifts off slightly into the woods outside of camp, anything can wake her up. but she isn't sure what it is that wakes her up this time, though it's not a mystery for long. for there stands this tiefling she's only recently met, covered in blood & standing a small distance from the source of the carnage. annette's eyes widen, flitting over percy & the surroundings with panic. i didn't mean to, she says. the druid curls into herself almost defensively. "what ... what -- what happened ... ? h-how did you ... ?"

the half-elf's eyes flit about, gauging each escape route & what would be fastest or safest. just in case.

#mycomaid #ic. #au ; the dark urge.

[songsdreamt]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#memes.

[songsdreamt]

im in dnd but you should send memes!!

#ooc.

[songsdreamt]

"annette, darling, the only person who sees you that way is you." her voice is barely audible, as gentle as can be. after a second, she adds: "well, and maybe lae'zel. but lae'zel has a very narrow idea of what strength looks like, hm? karlach doesn't find you weak. wyll certainly doesn't. neither does halsin..." a little smile, an attempt to inject some levity into her speech "i can go on, you know. i'm very good with my words." annette's inability to see her own worth weighs heavily on percy—percy, who knows that she's guilty of the same thing, herself. how many nights has she spent beating herself up over not being good enough, stoic enough, helpful enough? and yes, she'd insisted nettie tag along in the beginning, but her friend—her sister—has more than proven her worth. "all of the potions you've made? those darkvision ones in the underdark, for gale, and all the healing potions, and the poisons for me and astarion—all the healing spells you've cast? hells, acorn, even if all you'd done was keep me company, you'd be worth having around."

the druid leans forward, forehead resting on her friend's shoulder. of course annette knows percy would not lie to her -- not on purpose. her arms feel leaden at her side, pinning her inside her tent. the paralytic may have exhausted her nerves, but she could feel the stiffness of her muscles the whole time she laid there. she hadn't the heart to tell percy the amount of times she'd listened to detailed, almost poetic descriptions of how her captors would kill her & her friends. or the times they'd reminded her how vulnerable she was, cool blades resting flatly on skin as a warning. "you're th'only one who doesn't. i ... i know how ev'ryone else sees me." dead weight. only here because back at the beginning, percy had insisted. she's not a fool.

#mycomaid #ic.

[songsdreamt]

if she could—and if it wouldn't be both foolish and a waste of magic—percy would bring the bhaalspawn back just to kill her all over again. ending her once wasn't enough to make up for the pain she caused annette. "i don't think you're weak," she says quietly. it's not an empty platitude, either; percy's always thought nettie is more powerful than she gives herself credit for. with one hand, she smooths back the druid's hair. "i don't know why she took you, nettie. maybe because she saw how important you are to me. but anything they said to you, they didn't say it because it was true. they said it to hurt you, that's all. to be cruel. if they really aimed to take the most helpless of us, they'd have taken yenna, don't you think? she's just a kid."

despite percy's insistence, annette cannot help feeling as though she ought to have been more clever, or put up enough of a fight that someone heard, or something. anything. instead she had laid there, paralyzed, incapable of anything but smelling the sewers mixed with death & listening to the whispered threats of bhaal cultists. her body still feels numb, though not quite to the extent of when she was first rescued. her fingers can't quite move yet, & her speech is fumbled & slurred, but she can mostly walk on her own. "she didn' pick anyone, though. w's me. they ... they said it w's. 'cause nobody'd notice." the tears well up in her eyes. "i'd be easy t'kill. cull th'heard, they said." she hasn't enough energy to shake percy's hands away. "m'weak."

#mycomaid #i... i love them ur honor #ic.

[songsdreamt]

‘ did i disappoint you? ’ @mycomaid

something turns in percy's stomach at her friend's question. she can't tell if it's sadness that annette thinks that, or anxiety at the thought that she might've done something to prompt this worry. "no, of course not. of course not." shaking hands cup nettie's face as percy shakes her head insistently. "acorn, you could never disappoint me. this—" being kidnapped by orin, being replaced, she means all of it "—it wasn't your fault. she could've easily picked anyone to grab. i'm sorry that it was you. i'm just glad you're safe now."

#mycomaid #ic. #answered.

[songsdreamt]

BEOWULF: A NEW TRANSLATION SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from maria dahvana headly’s translation of beowulf. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

‘ tell me we still know how to speak of kings. ’ ‘ everyone knows what men are: brave, bold, glory-bound. ’ ‘ i spent my youth fists up. ’ ‘ a boy can’t daddy until his daddy’s dead. ’ ‘ privilege is the way men prime power, the world over. ’ ‘ even ghosts must be fitted to fight. ’ ‘ we’ll mourn the way men do. ’ ‘ it was asking for burning, but that hadn’t happened yet. ’ ‘ every castle wants invading, and every family has enemies born within it. ’ ‘ there are prayers to call out, and pains to bear. ’ ‘ a hellion’s home is anywhere good men fear to tread. ’ ‘ is it true that something savage walks at night? ’ ‘ i know the difference between words and deeds, as anyone with half a brain does. ’ ‘ horrors happen. i’m grown, i know it. fate can fuck you up. ’ ‘ i heard no one could convince you of clarity. ’ ‘ well, actually, buddy, sit down, you’re drunk. ’ ‘ i knew my duty. ’ ‘ you know how it goes: god’s the final decider, and men only the question-askers, students seeking solace. ’ ‘ only yesterday, i thought my heart would never be mended. ’ ‘ anyone who lives long will endure both ecstasy and ugliness. ’ ‘ fire comes from the same family as famine. it can feast, unfulfilled, forever. ’ ‘ any season is a season for blood, if you look at it in the right light. ’ ‘ if you want to win, you have to forget you’re afraid to die. ’ ‘ no one knows the name of the lost soul who’d interred those spoils long ago, burying the grave goods of a wealthy race. death had snatched them all into a sack and lifted them out of existence, leaving only one. ’ ‘ we existed; now we’re extinct. ’ ‘ we all know stories like this one: a man unmarked by fate may sometimes cloak himself in god’s grace, passing close to monsters, unbeheld. ’ ‘ that trust will turn to dust, like everything. ’ ‘ stricken, suddenly unsteady, i foresaw my fate in the fog, shrouded but certain. ’ ‘ i lived whole lives in my youth. i remember every moment, even now. ’ ‘ there was no way to mourn him, no vengeance to be had, for what could mitigate the blame? who was left to shame for this heart-thieving? nobody. ’ ‘ no settlement in silver can buy a child back from the gods of air. ’ ‘ i’m not dead yet. i’ll lead while taking my last breath. ’ ‘ you won’t be bested while your heart beats. ’ ‘ your fame won’t diminish. your history’s here. ’ ‘ i want to know it was worth it. my dying will be easier if i see what i died to do. ’ ‘ living has killed us all. we’re dustbinned by destiny. ’ ‘ at least i, alone among these ranks, tried. ’ ‘ now is a time for mourning, for walking, downcast, the exile’s road, gray-garbed and grim. ’ ‘ maybe a man’s mighty, maybe he’s known to all as a warrior, but death has his number. no one knows when it’ll be called. ’ ‘ no man knows, not me, not you, how to get to goodbye. ’

#memes.