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— Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Woods
💤 - song i fall asleep to
True Colours || Marina and the Diamonds
You with the sad eyes Don't be discouraged, oh I realize It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all The darkness inside you Can make you feel so small
Show me a smile then Don't be unhappy Can't remember when I last saw you laughing This world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear Just call me up 'Cause I will always be there
And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful I see your true colors Shining through (true colors) I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful (they're beautiful) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow
Ooh can't remember when I last saw you laughing Ooh oh oh oh This world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear Just call me up 'Cause I will always be there
And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow Mmm mmm
But I likes it best when Cethlinn sings t' me.
☀️ - song for a sunny day
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Sunshine on My Shoulder || John Denver
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you I'd give to you the day just like today If I had a song that I could sing for you I'd sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile If I had a wish that I could wish for you I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry Sunshine on the water looks so lovely Sunshine almost all the time makes me high Sunshine almost always...
Also, Feck ye. John Denver's a legend, a true bard.
🌠 - song that’s special to me
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Lugh || Kellianne
Lugh of the sun, Lugh of the sky Lugh of the summer days gone be Lugh of the Harvest, corn and wheat Lugh of the blazing heat King of the People, Friend of the Sidhe Father of Heroes, Son of the Sea Giver of Vitality, Lord of The Dance is he Lugh of the long arm, Lugh of skill Lugh of courage, unbending will Blacksmith forging the battle spear Warrior revered
King of the People, Friend of the Sidhe Father of Heroes, Son of the Sea Giver of Vitality, Lord of The Dance is he Lugh of lightning, Lugh of the storm Swift and steady with thunderous roar Lugh of blackened sky and rain Power of hurricane King of the People, Friend of the Sidhe Father of Heroes, Son of the Sea Giver of Vitality, Lord of The Dance is he Handsome champion, eternal youth Fearless leader of strength and truth Host of games, the field events, And feasts filled with merriment Masterful Bard, honey-tongued Musical Lugh the Shining One Plucking harp strains of sorcery Golden poetry
For movie or TV muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you show a screenshot?
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Look. I think Emily Browning is adorable. I think she's precious. I am a fan. But I hate Laura Fuckin' Moon. I hated her in the book. I hated her on the show. I cannot tell you HOW FURIOUS I was about season 3.
Again, I think Sweeney deserves far better than this bs... with Laura and Shadow, and clearly he has made bad romantic choices since he was cursed and left his family.
I am now going to cringe into the Forever.
For book muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?
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So the book is a lot different from the show, and currently my copy of the book is in storage, but here goes:
On 23 December {funny because my hc is that Sweeney's bday is 21 December aka Midwinter, Yule, the Winter Solstice which in Wiccan belief is the rebirth of the sun}, Mr Jacquel and Mr Ibis receive a call from the police and send Shadow to go get the body, discreetly. Shadow drives the hearse, thinking about how hearses are no longer driven in town now that Americans want to pretend that death does not happen. Shadow pulls up behind the cars and sees Mad Sweeney's frozen body next to a dumpster, with a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey still in his lap. A police officer, registering Sweeney as a John Doe, writes out the instructions for an autopsy for Shadow to take back to Jacquel and Shadow loads Sweeney's body into the hearse. As he drives back to the funeral home, Sweeney reanimates his body long enough to ask Shadow to give him a proper wake, as it was Shadow's theft that caused his death in the first place.
On one hand, this part of the story illustrates that Americans still want to believe something about death, as shown by Ibis and Jacquel {Horus and Anubis} having a continued presence here, but that there is a taboo on speaking aloud about it. This is part of the reason Jacquel and Ibis's powers are waning, as they need people to accept death and the underworld in order to survive. Sweeney manages to drink himself to death in a thoughtless suicide, leaving his body to freeze in the cold, after begging Shadow for money to buy the booze. Neil Gaiman later hints that Sweeney would have simply been resurrected from this experience if enough people believed in him, but belief in leprechauns was so faint that he remained dead.
There's a bit more to it. During the wake, he revives while Mr Jacquel tells stories of his origin, and of Bessie McGowan, how he came to America, and the power of those whispers allows Sweeny to attend his one party, and make nasty little asides and quips about the old stories. He manages to try to teach Shadow the Coin Trick one more time, and honestly I think he deserved better. In that way, I think I like the reimagining of the show, in which Sweeney gets an opportunity to come to terms with his fate, to be given agency over himself, to go out on a powerful note rather than being a footnote for Shadow's story. But then again, I have a lot of issues with Shadow, so it could just be me.
For book muses, what other character from a book or book series has a lot in common with your muse?
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As I mentioned in my previous reply, I feel Marvel Loki's storyline offers a lot of connections between the two...from Sweeney's Godhood origins to being broken down, used, lied to, made into a trickster spirit. Someone who ultimately deserves better than he got, clearly.
Because AG is a novel about magical realism, old versus new faith and worship, the long con, and so many other creative elements {also let us not forget the sequel, Anansi Boys} there's a lot of potential cross over with fantasy/historical/and other magical realism material: Lucky, the racoon god of good fortune/luck, from A. Lee Martinez's "Divine Misfortune". Thomas Builds-a-Fire, storyteller and shaman from almost any of Sherman Alexie's novels. Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean. The Doctor, from Dr Who. {particularly 9, 10, 11 and the War Doctor}.
Mister Mxyzptlk, from DC Comics. John Constantine, Vertigo Comics.
What canon character do you really wish your muse could interact more with?
It Came From the Dead Meme Pile || ??? Of the American Gods fandom, I'll admit that I would love to play against a Mr Nancy {Anansi} who was always my favourite character from the original novel. From the television show, I'd also go as far as to say: Salim, Bilquis, or even Mr Wednesday {Odin}.
From other sources... if my canon is acceptable... technically Thor and Loki as Odin's sons...would be Lugh/Mad Sweeney's uncles, and I think he would get along well with Marvel or Mythological Loki. I would love to play with any "canon" Tuatha from Irish/Celtic mythology, which opens up Arthurian characters and other gods. Pretty much anyone from the Ancient As Fuck stories. The possibilities and the combo.
She catches him later in the kitchen. Using a stool to span the height difference so that right at his ear she can leave "Big heart energy. Dunna worry though. Oi'm no goin' let ye secret slip." before she's hoping down and away to find her tea pot.
Big... Energy || Accepting
His wife is the softest of God's creatures. Far better than he deserved and he knows it. Which is maybe why he stood there, stock still, when originally he'd come looking for something she wouldn't miss from the icebox to tide over her appetite until supper. Whatever Mrs Ravenchenko was making smelled heavenly, from meat to bread to sweets after. The family deserved a raise. "Sure an' tis I'm grateful, Mistress Sweeney." Old form, the way Grandad used to speak to Gran. His ideal of romance, his most explicit example of it growing up. Even his death hadn't broken their bond. "Fair is it I fear, ye've tole yer bees, an' inveterate gossips they are to the last drone." He looms over her and smiles down, his entire face alight with tenderness, with adoration, with love. "Does m' heart old or young wonders to have it filled with you, and with the boys. But even so, I'm not lettin' ye out of our promise this mornin'."
To her credit she **almost** manages "big dick energy" with a straight face before half bursting into an uncontrollable bout of laughter so hard no sound of note escapes.
Big... Energy || Accepting
"Dunna know f' I should be laughin with ye, or castin' my suspicions yer way that yer sayin' I don't quite ...ah... measure up. Mayhap ye forgot twixt an' tween this mornin' an' right now an' need a remindin' o' it."
It's a playful tease, a rumble deep in his throat, as he catches his bride within the circle of his arms and drags her close. But rather than instinctively going in for the kill, Lugh merely buries his face in the nape of her neck, breathing her as deep as the expanse of his lungs allows. There's no real offense, no fear, no single worry in his mind that she finds him anything less than perfect for her, as she is his ideal and that he is still as much in love with her now ~if not more so~ as he was the day he saw her the first time. As the day he'd married her. As the day she gave birth to each of their sons. When he is old and grey and bent, he will still love her and more. And on his deathbed, he will thank his maker for every day that has gone by, and make her the promise of seeing her again. He shifts just a shade so that his lips align with her ear, his breath hot against it. "The things I will do to ye, Caitlin Buckley-Sweeney. From the top of yer head, t' the tippy of yer toes. Unfortunately, I've got work for me, an' you know how tetchy Michaeline gets when I'm not at his beck an' call."
He gives her delicate earlobe a nip. "But I want ye thinkin' 'bout that t'rest of yer day, aye?"
Do you have any hard nos? If so what are they?
"Off the top of my head? Jus' spittin' in the ball park...hard no...takin' anything up the arse, making deals sight unseen, mouthy lil bitches, Danu... your mum so you can tell her t' quit callin' me, dead things, relatives... talkin' to strangers. And whiskey."
Do you have a type? Asking for a friend.
"Aye, I do, matter o' fact. Tall-ish. Say about five foot seven, t' five foot nine in her stockin' feet. Fire haired an' new cream skin, like a fox come winter, like sunrise on an icy sea, like blood on me hands. Eyes deeper an' infinitely wiser than the ocean itself an' greener than all the hills of home. Curves that would slaughter a man in his dreams and fit in his hands jus' perfect. One who can be a queen, a monster, a mother, a lover, confidant and complete all on her own. One who can stand up t' me and put me in my place with nary but a glance." He drains the rum and slams the glass down before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd had her and he'd lost her, and even his luck doesn't bear out ever finding her again. "Go on an' tell your friend that they's barkin' up the feckin' wrong tree."