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It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)
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❝ eh— nah; guess i’m lucky I found any at all then huh?? keeping them though— I barely find anything I like to eat anyways && if its THIS rare … maybe I can sell a few!! ❞ he soon stood from his spot, dusting his suit as he moved slowly && stretched. ❝ so— wondering what i am eh?? I can tell with that look; don’t worry— you’re not a princess so i’m not here to kidnap you, nor have you really done anything to piss me off … infact you’re rather nice … well given the way I look, I don’t meet many people who would just keep calm ❞
Stitches simply mused, a dry chuckle escaping as he recounted the MANY times he’s frightened passerby’s when out in the open.
❝ I’m— Stitches; evil king of chestnut kingdom … I mean, I can trust you with this information right?? not like you’d wanna pick a fight with me … RIGHT??❞
Her brows arch when she realizes that the stranger was able to read the muted hints of bemusement on her face in spite of her best efforts. She opens her mouth to explain herself only to close a moment later after hearing that he had taken no offense.
❝Well, your appearance is no cause for alarm to me. I don’t find anything wrong with the way you look.❞
Rosalina has a cosmopolitan view of the universe, lacking many of the prejudiced attitudes that earthly beings tend to hold towards those who were peculiar. In all of her centuries of travel, she had come to know too many odd and fascinating people to fear him based on his appearance alone. She is, however, slightly put off by his attitude. He shares many qualities with the infamous Bowser, from his surly manner of speaking to his apparent desire to kidnap princesses.
❝I suppose that will depend on what you intend to do during your stay here. My name is Rosalina, and the princess of this kingdom is a dear friend of mine,❞ she speaks with evenly with a stringent firmness to her tone. ❝ I cannot stand by if you wish to cause her any distress. ❞
RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.
BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.
BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights, the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter, piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk.
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind words.
THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.
ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk ,the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people.
WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder.
THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.
EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.
FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket-watch , light-hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , letting thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.
CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.
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❝ oh. ❞ his response is comparatively flat and underwhelmed. as children tend to be, he is such an impatient and eager little star, ready to take on galaxies at a time before one can even blink an eye. having to wait on merle just sounds boring, and those couple of hours will likely feel like weeks with this sort of anticipation. he wants to bound into the sky like a comet, but alas, he supposes he does still have some business to tend to.
❝ i gueeeeeess, ❞ he whines, his pout clear both physically and vocally. how vast this universe is and what celestial responsibilities he has soon to bear is beyond his tiny mind. he’s not even skimmed the surface level, yet he feels more ready than he’s ever felt in his life. it’s a hotheaded line of thinking, to say the very least, and reality is sure to come crashing down on him quickly. he can do all the things she says he can do, right? it doesn’t matter that he’s still practically a little boy. it’s time for him to get his grown-up shoes on!
( can stars even wear shoes…? huh. )
momentarily does he begin to drift in the other direction, towards home, or rather, what would soon be a place of only memories. with cautious pause does he spin to face her, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. ❝ you’re gonna come with me, right?! i know the way back! ‘cause if you don’t, you might get lost! ❞ matter-of-factly, he adds, ❝ merle always says people get lost all the time, because we’re all, like… hiding and stuff. ❞
golly, he already feels so much smarter and so much more important!
❝Oh, fret not. We’ll be on our way soon enough.❞ Headstrong children always move and think with haste, racing to cross the line between youth and maturity. Childhood was a precious and incredibly brief stage of life, and this is especially true for Rosalina’s newest ward. In comparison to Lumas, Star Kids grew up remarkably fast. In light of his new circumstances, the time Starlight has to fully enjoy the simplicity of childhood has diminished substantially.
❝Do try to enjoy your time here. Once we depart we will not return for quite some time,❞ she says as he begins to glide back towards the valley. Her gentle reminder is born from the memory of the heartache she felt upon leaving home. She isn’t certain whether Starlight will be afflicted by homesickness in the same way she was, but regardless, she hopes that he will truly cherish these final hours.
The skirt of her gown billows as she floats back down to the earth. Although the snowfall had picked up considerably as the night progressed, Rosalina could have made the journey back without much trouble...but she is more than happy to let Starlight act as her guide. It is clear that he is keen on assuming more responsibility.
❝Lead the way, my dear. You are far more familiar with these paths than I am!❞
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
W.B. Yeats, Maid Quiet (via quoted-books)
‘The Three Graces’ (details) - Édouard Bisson
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❝ mmf … mmm … ❞ between muffled crunches heard beneath his fabric cover, Stitches seemed to let out a series hums. As he stuffed his mouth with one more handful of the sweet cosmic confectionery ,he followed up with one last loud CRUNCH, a zippered grin soon following as he looked toward the mother of cosmos—
❝ what’d you call these again?? starbits?? gotta say they’re pretty damn good … and seemingly cost efficient, these things just fall from the sky?? what makes them?? ❞ He’s already pocketing a bunch inside his suit for later.
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The patchwork creature quickly becomes the focus of inquiring blue eyes. Within the long pause filled only by the sounds of the person indulging himself, Rosalina does her best to look as if she isn’t analyzing him —but that is most certainly what she is doing. She has come to know the overwhelming majority of lifeforms that inhabit the Mushroom Kingdom, but he is not among the familiar faces that drift through her memories. How curious.
❝Well...I’m certain they’re made of stardust deposits, but I never could figure out what made them so sweet, ❞ she replies with a gentle laugh. In truth, she had thrown that mystery to the wind when she was still a girl.
❝Up among the stars there is no shortage of them, however, they only rain down in abundance in the kingdom during the Starbit Festival. It occurs just once every century.❞ Once in a blue moon lucky earthlings may find a cluster sparkling in the grass or falling from the sky, but the festival is the only day where one could amass a trove of them. ❝The last one happened just a few years ago...Were you here to witness it?❞
Ivan Bunin, from The Collected Stories of Ivan Bunin; “Mitya’s Love,” c. 1921
headcanons: comet observatory facts! - part 1/?
The Pull Stars in each Dome allow users an incredibly magnified view of nearby star systems. They also function as portals to these regions.
Each room Dome serves as an observation room with the use of Pull Stars, but the Terrace is the only room that is designed to look like an astronomical observatory. The ceiling is completely transparent, although it doesn’t appear to be from the outside. Rosalina often visits this room to stargaze with her father’s telescope.
The Kitchen is the room that has changed the least over years of renovations. The old-fashioned style makes Rosalina feel at-home, which is why she never updated the original design or switched out her antiquated hearth for a modern stove.
The Bedroom gets the least use of all the Domes. Rosalina doesn’t need much sleep, and when she does, she is prone to falling asleep in her rocking chair in the Library.
The Garden’s interior is an illusion and the Fountain contains an infinite water source, making them the most difficult Domes to complete. The magic needed to complete these rooms was so complex that Rosalina recruited space-dwelling sorcerers to aid her in the task.
Long ago, the first Luma Rosalina met transformed into a large comet so that he could carry her and the other Lumas across the galaxies. His essence is lives within the beacon, which is the vessel that houses the Grand Stars that power the Observatory. It is his energy that allows the Observatory to transition into comet form.
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she says that he need not make a hasty decision, but the very moment an opportunity has opened its doors for him, he’s reaching out for it before it goes. his body temperature begins to heighten with his excitement, star energy radiating strongly with enthrallment he’s never quite felt before. it feels so… right, a perfect fantasy given to him on a silver platter. in his childish, young mind, he sees no consequences in going with her, no need for rumination over such a massive choice. the young star acts without further thought, his voice shrill and high.
❝ i wanna go! i wanna go! ❞ he whizzes by her head in a jiffy, just about forgetting her necessary rendezvous with merle. the path is paved for his future, and he’s not hesitating to go through it. finally, he can be all that he wants to be, and he’ll even get to impress her more! it all works out, and nothing could possibly go awry about it!
❝ i wanna stay with you! you’re really, really… really, really, really nice. ❞ enthused and dazzled by her very presence, his twinkling eyes stare at her with utmost admiration. she’s like a fairy tale princess, but… better. he hadn’t even known that it could get better than that, but she has totally proven him wrong.
❝ so, we can go right now, right?
❝ — let’s go right now! ❞
❝Oh...right now?❞ That didn’t take much deliberation at all, did it? His vaulting ambition and spontaneity haven’t failed to surprise her yet. She figured he would be eager to take his leave, but she wasn’t expecting an immediate response.
❝Well, I can’t just whisk you away at this very instant,❞ she manages between the laughter that interlaces her words. ❝I would be delighted to have you in my home, however, Merle would like to have a word with both of us before we go racing off to the stars! ❞
While she is sure that Starlight has some vague awareness that many trials stand in wait, it is clear that he can’t fathom just how momentous this juncture in history is for him and the celestial world as a whole. How can he? He’s so very young and brimming in innocence. Neither she nor Merle will be able to accurately detail the significance of this occasion to him.
❝That aside, wouldn’t you like to say your farewells to your friends...to your home?❞ Although his mind is clearly made, Rosalina still believes he should ruminate and let the day’s excitement wane. When he departs it should be with a clear mind and utmost certainty.
I’m late with all the stuff i’ve made in the past two-three weeks so i’m just going to queue them i’m so sorry i’m going to start with three SMB princesses
From Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (1869).