#percy b shelley

[hermeticmelancholy]

Percy Bysshe Shelley "The flower that smiles to-day"

The flower that smiles to-day       To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay,       Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night,     Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!       Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss       For proud despair! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all     Which ours we call.

Whilst skies are blue and bright,       Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night       Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou – and from thy sleep     Then wake to weep.

#poetry #percy bysshe shelley #p. b. shelley #poem #romantic poetry #romantic period #romanticism #the flower that smiles to-day #mutability #pb shelley

[reine-du-sourire]

Peanut Butter Shelley

#p b shelley #percy bysshe shelley

[linusjf]

Percy B. Shelley: Love repulsed

“Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love replused – but it returneth.” —Percy B Shelley. Percy Bysshe Shelley, by Alfred Clint (died 1883). See source website for additional information. This set of images was gathered by User:Dcoetzee from the National Portrait Gallery, London website using a special tool. All images in…

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#Percy B. Shelley #Percy Bysshe Shelley

[chiropteroneironaut]

that thing percy shelley wrote about the animals in byron's house in italy is how i imagine fallen london PCs with all their animal companions:

"Lord B’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it…

P.S. I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective… I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane."

#fallen london

[suddenly-frankenstein]

1.

I weep for Adonais — he is dead!

Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!

And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years

To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me

Died Adonais; till the Future dares

Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be

An echo and a light unto eternity!"

— «Adonais» by Percy B. Shelley

The Creature and Victor Frankenstein as «Venus Lamenting the Death of Adonis» by Benjamin West.

#god (and dear Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley) forgive me for such a vulgar combination of Percy Shelley and Frankenstein #idk why this exactly plot but i just saw a vision in my head and suddenly wanted to draw it :( #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #frankenstein fanart #gothic literature #gothic lit art #frankenstein art

[burningvelvet]

Percy Shelley at the end of a letter to Lord Byron. London, 17 January 1817:

“I have no other news to tell you, my dear Lord Byron, unless you think this is news: that I often talk, and oftener think, of you; and that, though I have not seen you for six months, I still feel the burden of my own insignificance and impotence; as they must ever forbid my interest in your welfare from being put to the proof. Adieu.

Faithfully yours,

P. B. Shelley.”

#translation: ik we haven’t hung out lately & i havent been writing u bc of my anxiety (& u intimidate me) but i still think of u a lot <333 #idiots #imagine byron reading that part #percy shelley #lord byron #literature #english literature #romantic poets #romantic period #the romantics #the geneva squad #geneva squad #letters #poets

[rosietrace]

Ernest Shelley

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“No matter what happens…

I swear my heart to you, Wife.”

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— Ernest Shelley

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General Information

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Full Name — Ernest Adam Shelley

↳ Ernest: Derived from the old high German Ernust, meaning “serious, earnest”. It happens to be the name of Victor Frankenstein's younger brother, Ernest Frankenstein.

↳ Adam: The Hebrew word for “Man”. In the Genesis in the Old testament, Adam was made from the earth by God, said to supposedly be the first human; Adam is also the official name of “Frankenstein’s Monster”.

↳ Shelley: Derived from an English surname that originally derived from a place name meaning, “clearing on a bank” in Old English; The most famous bearers of this surname were Percy Bysshe Shelley, and his wife, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein.

Japanese ver. — エルネスト アダム シェリー

Romaji ver. — Erunesto Adamu Sherī

Twisted from: The Creature

❐ — The Creature (Lisa Frankenstein/リサ・フランケンシュタイン)

V/A(日本語): Hidenobu Kiuchi (木内 秀信)

↳ voices Victor Van Dort, Corpse Bride

V/A(英語/EN): Chris Sarandon

↳ voices Jack Skellington, The Nightmare before Christmas

Age: 19 (Biologically), ??? (Chronologically)

Birthday: February 14th

Horoscope: Aquarius ♒

Species: Human, Reanimated Corpse

Height: 186 cm

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Sea Green

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/They

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Dominant hand: Right

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Extra Information

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Homeland: The Queendom of Roses

『 Family:

Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Shelley — “Wife”

William — Older brother †

Viktor — Second older brother †

Lizabeta — Sister-in-law † 』

Dormitory: Terrovania (@terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights )

School Year: 3rd

Class: 3-B (seat no. 31)

Club: Literature Club

Best class(es): Music, Literature

Worst class(es): Alchemy, all things scientific

Like(s): Lizzie, piano, sheet music, waltzing, late night walks, dressing up, poetry, writing, calligraphy, axes /j

Dislike(s): Not being around Lizzie, losing a limb, not being able to speak, “electronic devices”, being talked behind his back, Lizzie's stepmother, Lizzie getting hurt, badly written poetry, Rook /j, memories of his parents, literally anything involving the sciences

Hobbies: Tanning /j, pianoforte, writing sheet music, poetry writing/reading, late night walks, late night dancing

Talent(s): Pianoforte, literature, writing sheet music, waltzing, (ax murdering)

Flaw(s): Codependent, overprotective, judgmental, “over emotional”, old fashioned (to some degree)

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Personality

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Ernest is a man of his word. Whatever promises he's made to the people in his life, he'll go take that promise to the grave; for that is how he expresses his loyalty to those he loves and cares for.

He has a very expressive face, many people have noted. Though he cannot verbalize his thoughts now, he can convey them through the means of physical emotion.

Though very, very quiet in ways other than his… lack of a voice, Ernest is quite passionate once you get to know him! He finds great passion in what he's good at, and is easily flustered by those — Lizzie, especially — who compliment him for his talents.

It's best to not get ahead of oneself with Ernest, however. He's actually rather sensitive, over-emotional to such a degree that he can't help but shed a few acid tears every now and then; and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to maintain control of them.

He loves and cares wholly, wholeheartedly; and those who dare hurt the people he loves shall meet the inevitable consequences. Ernest's devotion to those he loves knows no bounds, and he isn't afraid of taking certain measures to ensure their safety.

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Unique Magic: 『 Strange… it is unlisted 』

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Thoughts on them

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— Maxwell Murray, Ernest's housewarden (Oc by @/terrovaniadorm)

“Peculiar, that he is… oh how I desire to run a test or two on his autonomy… alas, that is not possible. For now.”

— Walton Morrigan, Ernest's dorm mate

“Oh Ernest! He’s… alright! Truth be told.... I knew him before. I was to be engaged to him. He was pleasant but we were only following our parents’ wishes. We came to the conclusion we were incompatible and the marriage fell through. I wonder if he remembers… I’m glad to see him happy.”

— Lilith Winchester, Ernest's dorm mate (Oc by @/starry-night-rose)

“Ernest… How do I even begin? I’ve always felt drawn to him, ever since I saw that bust of him on top of his grave. He was a real piece of work back then, missing an ear, a hand, you know that sort of stuff. He’s a really emotional guy and I relate to that. He let me be myself around him, something I wasn’t able to do for a long time. He’s been there for me for my highs and lows. I think… I think I love him.”

— Elizabeth “Lizzie” Shelley, Ernest's ‘wife’ (Oc by @starry-night-rose)

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Additional Trivia

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✑ Main Theme: The Finale/“We’re simply meant to be” from The Nightmare before Christmas

✑ Backstory: 『 Unnamed Gentleman 』

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ• 　。·　『✞』

✞ Ernest doesn't remember his name. He likely would have remembered it, had it not been for his unnamed grave.

✞ He, also, doesn't remember his birthday! Lizzie was the one to declare his “new birthday” to be Valentine's Day.

✞ Due to his… predicament, Ernest is unable to verbally communicate; he compromises by communicating with Lizzie with disgruntled grunting, sign language, and writing things down on paper, or on her hand.

✞ Incredibly protective of Lizzie. She gets a papercut and he's treating it like she got stabbed in the abdomen and is taking action in making sure she gets better!

✞ Never quite had a good relationship with his parents… or his brothers.. or just his family, in general; he was — at least — on agreeable terms with his sister-in-law.

✞ While he isn't bad with technology, Ernest doesn't like using it all that much; the most you'll see of him ‘typing’ is him using a typewriter Lizzie got for him.

✞ Almost every single one of Ernest's poems, writings, even the titles of his musical pieces, are dedicated to Lizzie.

✞ A ride or die kind of friend. In Lizzie's case, he's a ride or die “husband”. Oh, she committed a murder? God forbid, women do anything!

✞ Surprisingly feminist for someone born in the 1800s!... He can't help but still have some old fashioned views that he needs to unlearn, however. Fortunately, Lizzie's there to help him along the way.

✞ His face is comically expressive. Anything Rook says that sounds like an attempt at poetry, Ernest's face contorts to making him look like he just developed an aneurysm.

↳ Safe for certain, Ernest really doesn't like Rook 😭

✞ Ernest finds it incredibly reassuring that Lizzie doesn't care that he isn't all that scientific of a man. It was something he was deeply insecure about when he was still alive, something he was ashamed of— and he felt himself fall in love with her even more for her acceptance of him.

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Appearance

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Ernest's Tags

#ernest shelley • #『 ernest 🪓 』 • #『 the shelley couple 🪓 』

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst fandorm #fandorm oc #terrovania #terrovania oc #ernest shelley #『 ernest 🪓 』 #lizzie shelley #『 the shelley couple 🪓 』 #lisa frankenstein #mutuals <3 #mutuals' ocs #friends' ocs

[wisteria-lodge]

it is very important to me that everyone knows

a) percy shelley's "Ozymandias" sonnet was written as half of a friendly poetry-writing competition

b) the losing poem is SO BAD

#percy shelley #poetry stuff #classic lit #ozymandias

[starfishlikestoread]

Ezar Vorbarra - Vorkosigan Saga

Sixteen Dead Men, W. B. Yeats / The Last Word, Aurelio Voltaire / Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley / Memory, Lois McMaster Bujold / The Parting Glass, unknown / Генералы Гражданской Войны (Generals of the Civil War) by Zoya Yashchenko / Dies iræ, uncertain / Shards of Honor, Lois McMaster Bujold / Henry IV Part II, William Shakespeare

#I literally woke up in the middle of the night thinking 'wait I can totally do those cool compilation posts with the Vorkosigan Saga' #and then I did! probably will do more in the future but who knows - feel free to request a character!! #vorkosigan saga #my art #compilation #ezar vorbarra #quotes

[familyabolisher]

Science fiction is "a web of resemblances" that can be traced backward from Gernsback's baptism of the genre along a variety of paths, and that can be extended in an unpredictable number of new and different ways. Its fluid boundaries have been defended and contested in many ways for many reasons, but the existence of the category as a condition of literary and cultural production and reception is incontrovertible. Approaching science fiction as a web of resemblances, rather than a set of defining characteristics, puts the questions of inclusion and exclusion that have preoccupied definers of the genre from Gernsback to Darko Suvin into their proper place. When Gernsback, in the first issue of Amazing, reprints stories by Edgar Allan Poe, Jules Verne, and H. G. Wells alongside reprints of more recent pieces by G. Peyton Wertenbaker, George Allan England, and Austin Hall, and then declares Poe "the father of scientifiction" in his opening editorial, the question to ask does not concern the common defining characteristics of the six stories or their relation to Poe as source and font of science fiction, but rather it concerns the motives for Gernsback's construction of this group identity and its genealogy. The question about motives applies equally to Suvin's construction of a tradition of the "literature of cognitive estrangement" in Metamorphoses of Science Fiction that reaches back to Lucian and includes Percy B. Shelley and William Blake. To use the terminology and analysis mapped out in Pierre Bourdieu's "The Field of Cultural Production, or: The Economic World Reversed," both constructions of science fiction's identity attempt to capture and defend economic or cultural capital by staking out and laying claim to certain positions in the field of literary production. The difference between Gernsback's construction of a generic tradition and Suvin's has to do with their historically and culturally different positions and projects—most obviously, between Gernsback's attempt to establish conditions of profitability for his magazine venture by establishing a set of predictable and attractive expectations for the potential buyers of future issues, and Suvin's attempt to give the study of science fiction academic respectability by including canonical Romantic poets and excluding "sub-literary" texts like those by Wertenbaker, England, or Hall.

Any literary text can be read as a similar kind of project. Citation, imitation, allusion, and so on inevitably perform some kind of position taking (Bourdieu, "Field" 312), so that the pressures of the market, the dynamics of prestige, and the construction of genealogies are intrinsic features of the web of resemblances that constitutes a genre. Genres are best understood by way of the practices that produce these resemblances and the motives that drive those practices. Pigeon-holing texts as members or nonmembers of this or that genre is intellectually frivolous, whatever consequences it might have in terms of market value or prestige. This is doubly true because, first, genre itself is an intertextual phenomenon, always formed out of resemblances or oppositions among texts, and second, no individual text is generically pure. Every text produces within itself a set of generic values in tension with and interacting upon one another.

John Rieder, Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction

#currently reading

[laulo821]

did you get your name from season 5 episode 14 of breaking bad or was that just a happy coincidence

the number of media that shared the Ozymandias reference i discovered after borrowing the name....

short answer: wasn't planned :] happy coincidence

long answer:

if i want to be lame or not be considered cringe, i can go back to the poem by percy b shelley and yea that's it, the source. but that's not all...

as of now people have cited the breaking bad episode a lot. or the DC character. both of those i watched after choosing my name (circa september 2021).

i watched the Watchmen movie circa march 2022 and breaking bad during spring 2023. so they are not the source material

the source material for my name is, in fact,

SCP-245

or well. the game. so that's scp-245-1 but it's scp-245 that quotes the poem

i was enamoured by his voice, the way he(/it?) quoted it and how relevant it was to his story arc. i was a big fan of rpg horror games and creepypasta/scp at the time (like . 2015?) and that's how i discovered the poem. it was my roman empire in some way

i also like how it applies to my view of the world and how i interract with it. as long as i've remembered, i've wished not to be remembered when i die. Nothing Beside Remains. i accomplish nothing meaningful in my life and prolly create irreparable damage unbeknownst to me. Round That Colossal Wreck. i am nothing but a small fraction of what has happened and what's yet to happen in the universe. Boundless And Bare, The Low And Level Sands Stretch Far Away.

though, i do think i'm superior in some way, and an egotistical, Whose Frown, / And Wrinkled Lip, And Sneer of Cold Command keep people away. i am the King of Kings and Ye Mighty should rightfully Despair when looking Upon My Works, as i produce art, love and things beyond your comprehension

the way things matter now and how they'll never matter as much ever again. how things are fleeting. how it is all meaningless to be so vain, but how it also is a reason to be vain. how we are beautifully alive and doomed from the start. i am everything. yet i am nothing.

also it is believed that it is Ozymandias, also known as Rameses II, is the Pharaoh who caused the Plagues in the Bible, during the Moise n Exodus episode. :] being raised a catholic, yknow i had to sprinkle it with mocking irony, although it is more like a tribute.

#rambling #my name. is everything #also! happy coincidence for oz / wizard of oz. although i was in love with the 1936 movie since childhood #i do be magic :*] #before ozymandias my name was vincent btw. i considered victor but didn't want to make it too obvious that i was a freak abt frankenstein #i hope percy shelley and mary shelley are happ i wear this name loving sigh. and how it still matters even now #ask #thank you for the question darling i hope i didn't get too depressive hehe

[hydriotaphia]

Kanthony-coded poems for our mutual (weeping) pleasure

1. Lullaby by W H Auden

Auden is a gay man writing 100 years after the Regency, but I said somewhere that I found a lot of Kanthony in Auden. It’s earthy and confessional without the sublimation of the real into the idealised:

“...But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.”

2. The Buried Life by Matthew Arnold

I actually didn’t know Arnold until somethingclearandtrue posted in the comments of one of my fics but tell me if this doesn’t scream Kanthony to you:

“Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel?”

This is a poem that opens with the narrator, in love with a woman, begging for way to change their adversarial/jesting conversation into something that lets them speak of what they actually feel. I’m crying forever.

3. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

Donne’s one of the best known of the metaphysical poets and my favourite poem of his is ‘Batter my heart, three-person’d God’ because it’s aching and yearning and urgent. His love poetry doesn’t have the same urgency but it has the same firm conviction in love, and though Donne sublimates emotion, he does it in a way that is peculiarly his, which makes it all the more personal and universal.

“...Our two souls therefore, which are one,    Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion,    Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so    As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show    To move, but doth, if the other do.”

They are forever connected, y’all.

4. The Vine by Robert Herrick

“I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which crawling one and every way Enthralled my dainty Lucia.”

…I don’t think I need to say more about tendrill’d!Anthony enveloping Kate. it's also the dirtiest mainstream poem I know and I love it.

5. The Sleep-Walkers by Kahlil Gibran

One that’s just about the parents and eldest children in this season.

At its heart this poem (to me anyway) is about the symbiotic and somewhat parasitic nature of tight family bonds and love, and I think this perfectly encapsulates why Kate and Anthony both love and fear their mothers.

6. Love’s Philosophy by Percy B Shelley

If I had to lose everything else in love poetry, I would keep these four lines:

“And the sunlight clasps the earth    And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth    If thou kiss not me?”

#kate x anthony #kanthony #bridgerton season 2 #poetry recs as meta

[sunscreenstudies]

not me suddenly remembering being in a modern poetry class this time last year and discussing how Stevens' Supreme Fiction had a call back to Shelley's West Wind and confidentially saying out loud in front of the entire class "Percy Shelley was that OP of this line though" only to be met by a sea of blank faces as I realised that a) nobody else in this room is on tumblr and b) even if they were nobody else in this room speaks fluent English and c) I cannot for the life of me successfully translate the term "OP" into ANY language and have it still make sense in the context of a poet who died over 200 years ago

#studyblr #engblr #poetry #wallace stevens #percy shelley #lets be real tho #percy would go WILD on tumblr #he'd straight up LIVE for it #oh what a shame #that one of the most radical poets to have ever lived #did not #in fact #have #a #Tumblr Account

[lobrac]

Get to know your gremlin!

So first of all I stole this post idea from my dear rwrb loving mutual @nerd-party, (Go check out her blog NOW!) but I don't feel too bad because it's a common concept.

Name: Vítek Carbol (just call me lob or lobrac)

Nationality: Czechian

Gender: Fluid (Assigned male at birth, but I understood the assignment only partially)

Sexuality(?): I'm pansexual (I swear if anyone makes a pun/joke about kitchenware I will be angy)

Favourite movie: *insert any Ghibli film name*

Favourite book: Alastor; or the ghost of solitude by Percy B. Shelley

Favourite band: Either AJR, Miracle Musical or JVKE

Favourite song: You will be okay from Helluva Boss

Pronouns: Use any you like. You can't missgender me, but if you try anyway I WILL destroy Venezuela.

Age: 14 at the moment (if you are surprised, you're not the first, and most certainly not the last person I've deceived with my fancy words)

Birthday: On the 4th of October

So that's all for me. I will update the post if anything changes. Please suggest any entries you'd like to see.

Obligatory pun about the british: What do British folk do when trying to take a good look at something? They take a propaganda.

I'm too lazy to add hashtags so I just won't.

#thou hast been deceived by the fancy word delivery of mine

[the-cowardly-cheese]

Unhumanized

"Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair" (Ozymandias, Percy B. Shelley)

Part: One(you are here)

Main premise: Yuu is from the human world, yet not quite human. (Main character is referred to as "it" and "being", written genderless. I dont know if I'm going to continue this yet. I also have never written something of this idk level? This storyline is going to have a very dark backstory if I do)

Dark. When the human brain is met with such a lack of stimuli, it delves into imagination. Swirls and patterns, flashes of white beneath the eyes. The only sound is the deafing silence, ringing, auditory hallucinations. The feeling of bugs crawling upon skin. Then it all disappears with a blink.

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An ever generous and kind Crow was disrupted from his work when a robed boy entered his office.

Red of both hair and face, the boy spoke in a panicked tone, tripping over his own words, "Headmage! It's orientation- you know well to be prompt! All the dorm heads are already waiting- one of the gates is-"

"Ah, Rosehearts!" The crow interjected, "I was thinking of kind things to do- and how thoughtful of me to think so- but oh, in my thoughs I was caught. Let us not dally, it would be criminal if we were late."

The crow hopped past the boy of red, Rosehearts, who was grumbling, he had not the chance to chastise the crow and no choice but to follow it. Rosehearts attempted to continue his previous sentence, "Headmage, please listen, one of the gates was open- the new student is just standing there- wide awake. No one noticed it until-"

"Hm? What were you saying? I wasnt paying attention- I'll assume you're prasing my generosity." The Crow had a nasty habit of cutting people off.

His cell phone rings, and after checking it he turns to the boy of red "Now, Rosehearts, go up ahead while I speak to other administrators, get the ceremony started and I'll be there shortly. You know what to do." After handing the boy a large key, the crow answered his phone and off he went.

Rosehearts was furious, there was an unprecedented crisis and the Headmage didnt even listen to him! He returned from whence he came, a room of floating coffins, a hand full of robe covered silloets, and a mirror.

"Where's the headmage, Riddle?" One of them asked

The red haired boy glowered as he responded, "he had a... call to make. He said to start the ceremony" he gritted his teeth, holding the keys up, "They arent moving right now anyways, they can wait their turn."

One of the coffins hovered close to the ground, cover burned open and propped against the wall. Inside, an individual wears robes, scorched. It was observing. In it's arms was a blueish grey creature resembling a cat with flames for ears. The cat has long since given up struggling for no matter how much he burns and maims it, he cannot break free.

It made no move out of the gate it sat in. The six original robed figures made no move to disturb it. Perhaps if they ignored it, nothing would happen? So the red head would open the coffins, give simple instructions to the occupants, and the mirror split them into seven groups.

The headmage has yet to appear and there's only one gate left. There's an eerie silence, and though they cant see it's face, it's eyes bore into them all.

Finally someone who is taller steps forward, taking his robes hood off "tsk- I'm tired of this." He turns the scorched observer, "Hey herbivore, step up to the mirror and let's get this over with."

The voice that came from the being was silvery and smooth, "Of course."

The being jerked forward and out of the gate, the juxtaposition between their elegant voice and puppet like movements was unnerving, the monster in their arms looked afraid. Everyone was on high alert and waited with bated breaths.

The being said their name when the door swang open with a bang, no one but the mirror heard it.

The door swings open, and the crow has arrived, he laughs unaware of the heavy atmosphere, "I was here the whole time, my students!" His finger hooks his chin as he smugly adds, "but I am so generous to let you all control the ceremony-"

The mirrors voice booms, emotionless no more, "you... do not belong here."

The mirror begins to crack, the mask within contorting, reacting to the one infront of it, "Leave."

The room falls silent. The being, unfazed, turns around and looks to the tall crow

"Hello... Can you tell me how to get back to earth?"

#twisted wonderland #entomophobia #I cant write #not proofread #riddle rosehearts #twst crowley #twst riddle #twst wonderland #twst grim #crowley #tw burns #tw injury #twst leona #leona kingscholar #It's my fanfic and I get to choose my version of Crowley #And we gonna tramatize grim. #And just in case I continue this #🌌Unhumanized #That'll be the tag #i wrote this on my phone #Idk if that changes anything

[burningvelvet]

Percy Shelley’s earliest known letter, written shortly before turning 11-years-old, was an invitation to the aunt of his cousin Thomas Medwin to accompany them on a family picnic. He signs the letter with “Now I end. I am not Your obedient servant, P. B. SHELLEY.”

“Monday, July 18, 1803.

DEAR KATE,

We have proposed a day at the pond next Wednesday and, if you will come tomorrow morning, I would be much obliged to you; and, if you could any how bring Tom over to stay all the night, I would thank you. We are to have a cold dinner over at the pond, and come home to eat a bit of roast chicken and peas at about nine o'clock. Mama depends upon your bringing Tom over to-morrow, and, if you don't, we shall be very much disappointed. Tell the bearer not to forget to bring me a fairing, — which is some ginger-bread, sweetmeat, hunting-nuts, and a pocket-book. Now I end.

I am not

Your obedient servant,

P. B. SHELLEY.”

On the outside address he signs his name as “Free P. B. Shelley.” This is a joke on how his father was a member of parliament and therefore could “frank” his letters, meaning he didn’t have to pay for postage!

It’s interesting to note how this short and simple letter manages to showcase several of the most important elements of Percy’s character having been cemented at such a young age — his rebelliousness, his humour, his love for people and community, his descriptiveness, his directness, his eccentricity, and his propensity for female company.

Source: Roger Ingpen’s Letters of Percy Bysse Shelley Vol 1 via HathiTrust

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