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❝ a queen should have to possess nothing to rule because she has given everything she has to her people. even her life. ❞ // @fatedpain
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redveined-blog · 6 years
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       ✦     tears glisten her eyes,        hair hair dancing in the breeze as the heat of the burning cottage scolded her,     ❝        it’s never going to end.        ❞     she mutters,    voice stuck in her throat,    ❝     this war is never going to stop,    they’ve made sure of that.      ❞     she attempts to hold back a sob,   unsuccessfully,     ❝        as long as there are people out there who follow him,   even when he’s dead,   the killing will not stop.        ❞    /   @fatedpain
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killedbyvoldemort · 6 years
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*  SHAKESPEARE  AESTHETICS.
Macbeth:
the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes.the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.
Romeo and Juliet:
warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.
Hamlet:
shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.
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the young girl plays with the time turner she’s hidden in her pocket, careful not to turn it anymore than it’s been turned. her father gave her a task, and she was determined to help him with this edition of the quibbler. she wasn’t sure why she had to go so far back in time just to find evidence of a nargle colony on the hogwarts grounds, but she’d been entrusted, and she was going to do her best. ❝ hello! the staircases have dizzied me all up. can you point me in the direction of the portrait of helga hufflepuff? ❞  // @fatedpain
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