#𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔦𝔞. a private, highly selective, low activity multi-muse primarily ft. fantasy based muses from various media incl. deathless, myth & lore , dragon age, the sandman, & more . studying the concepts of . . . CROSSING THE AXIS MUNDI, THE LABYRINTH AS A WOMB & TOMB, PARADISE LOST, SURVIVING OUT OF PURE SPITE, LOVE AS A HAMARTIA, & THE GRIEF IN A HERO'S RETURN. headcanon based, with many canon divergent portrayals. must be 20+ to interact unless i follow. as told by caliope ( she / her . pst. 21+ )
the humiliation of retreat ! she hopes it stings more than the fist to his face. that crunch of bone, flesh sunken in by fury, had been entirely satisfying. ❛❛ i rather expect that hurts. ❜❜ already, his eye is bruising; a shame she doesn't feel like playing nurse. tracy taps against the mottled skin with a dry laugh. ❛❛ perhaps you'll kill him next time. instead of running like a dog. ❜❜
fucking brilliant. tangerine had lost his gun. lemon was still waggin' about god only knows where. a recalibration could only be found in some random utility closet, cramped up with cheeky cargo. and he's only got one good eye to search for anything remotely sharp enough to kill god only knows how many assassins on this train ! he smacks her taunting hand away in frustration.
❛❛ oh, don't sound so concerned, love. i've had worse. let me think on it actually, ❜❜ cue a trenchant pause, followed by an acerbic tongue. ❛❛ ah, that's right -- more recently, your shoe comes to mind ! ❜❜ and what a lot of good it did her : escaping from one goon only to land in the arms of another. some might call it poetic justice. but this sudden alliance feels more like a cruel irony when he swipes away at useless toiletries, and turns to face her with a sniff of pinched humility. here he's still imposing, taking nearly the entire breadth of the space with both hands on his belt. ❛❛ speakin' of, you wouldn't happen to be hidin' any other pleasant surprises in that darling little skirt of yours ? could probably use 'em right about now, yea ? ❜❜
the restless hours lace together as she is, herself, unwound. rid of her throne, she abandons dignity, rustling through old arguments, through every maddening moment spent with koschei. it is humiliating, then, how quickly her heart responds to his voice. she is, as ever, wounded with love.
❛❛ you wish to apologize? ❜❜ disbelief tightens her words. she might laugh at the idea ————— the tsar . . . apologetic? ————— but, even then, that songful mirth wouldn't dapple her voice as it so often does, like sunlight streaming through the leaves. she is not feeling so kind and lovely and brilliant tonight. she isn't feeling very noble at all.
but the idea is intriguing. will he fall prostrate? beg? and evelyn calls upon the draft, that wintered wind that encircles skyhold, to magic her door open. ❛❛ go on, ❜❜ she says, still woven in sheets and furs. ❛❛ maleficar. ❜❜
the brumal chill that swaths his welcome is not what stings, but the sight of her: the sharpness of her stare, the angles of her bones, the cutting line of her mouth, which aims straight for the jugular. and still, he’d take a birching if that's was it takes to end a war. ❛❛ you should know you’ve put me in a difficult position with my chyerti. ❜❜ there’s an immutable firmness in his tenor at the last bit, but it’s taken from his black linen shoulders as he crosses the room, then his legs as he perches on the edge. as if it were unexplored territory. in some ways, this was.
❛❛ and i understand i have done just the same. to you, with your advisors, ❜❜ he attempts, straining. boar-headed and bullish, he is stubborn, and still uncertain of what his country could hope to gain from this. but he could not stand to be the one who bites the hand that loves him. he hopes, on what remains of his luck, that she still does when he reaches for that hand amid the furs, nestling it into his own. he brings it up to his lips like a wishbone, splintered apart, to offer his apologies. one for each of her fingers.
❛❛ when others would have turned their backs to me and my mages, you did not. i would be wise not to forget that, ❜❜ he murmurs against the pad of her thumb, and his kiss plants a golden flower named penitence beneath the skin.
❛❛ i am tsar, but you are the inquisitor. and i should not have undermined your authority. ❜❜ another flower, for the pointer.
❛❛ in my anger, i have been cruel to you. impatient and unreasonable. ❜❜ and another.
❛❛ i thought to hold your ear all to myself knowing well it must be rationed in a war room. i thought to hold your love like a fruit, ripe for my picking at any moment, knowing that i cannot reap what i have not tended to… but i should like to, ❜❜ he says, and the ring finger takes the softest share of his ministrations.
but he lingers on the smallest, for while he’s made more bargains with devils than he’d care to admit, a single promise to her brims overfull with a trembled thing. because he knows what he’d give if she ever thought to ask. ❛❛ forgive me, evelyn, ❜❜ a man who is at once honey-bodied and skeletal whispers low, his eyes warm under a candle’s glow. they never leave hers. ❛❛ tell me you have not mourned me yet. tell me there is still a place for me to come back to rest inside you, and i will give you anything you ask of me. so long as i still have you. ❜❜
me looking at a post about how in spanish "mi media naranja" (my half orange) means the other half of my soul, and since two halves are never alike, it alludes to that person being your better half. whereas when they're being sour and mean you can call them "mi medio limón" (my half lemon), and now i will be forever crying about a v specific pair of contract killer sibling soulmates.
also when lemon asked why tf they're being code-named after fruit, and tangerine's response was that he's sophisticated and lemon is sour, but they came from a job in bolivia before this, so i guarantee tangerine knew exactly what he was doing with those names. sir just tell your brother you love him. it's not that hard.
me looking at a post about how in spanish "mi media naranja" (my half orange) means the other half of my soul, and since two halves are never alike, it alludes to that person being your better half. whereas when they're being sour and mean you can call them "mi medio limón" (my half lemon), and now i will be forever crying about a v specific pair of contract killer sibling soulmates.
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𝟽:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : watching you in the morning . . .
𝟾:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : you only live twice . . . and love is a stranger / who'll beckon you on / don't think of the danger / or the stranger is gone / this dream is for you / so pay the price / make one dream come true / you only live twice
𝟿:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : love & marriage . . . love & marriage / it's an institute you can't disparage / ask the local gentry / and they will say it's elementary / try, try, try to separate them / it's an illusion
𝟷𝟶:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : àgua de beber . . . i wanted to love / but i was fearful / and wanted to spare my heart / but love knows a secret / that such a fear can kill your heart / it's water for drinking / water for drinking, comrade
𝟷𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : the way i feel inside . . . in your mind / could you ever be / really close to me? / i can tell the way you smile / if i feel that i could be certain then / i would say the things i want to say tonight
𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : build me up buttercup . . . i'll be over at ten / you told me time and again / but you're late / i wait around and then (bah-dah-dah) / i went to the door / i can't take anymore / it's not you / you let me down again
𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : i'd rather go blind . . . something deep down in my soul said / 'cry, girl' / when I saw you and that girl walkin' around / whoo, i would rather, i would rather go blind, boy / then to see you walk away from me
𝟸:𝟸𝟸 𝚙𝚖 : what you won't do for love . . . i guess you wonder where i've been / i searched to find a love within / i came back to let you know / got a thing for you and i can't let go
𝟹:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : i get a kick out of you . . . i get a kick every time i see you standing there before me / i get a kick / though, it's clear to see / you obviously don't adore me
𝟺:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : he needs me . . . it's like a dime a dance / i'll take a chance / i will because he needs me / no one ever asked before / before because they never needed me / but he does / maybe it's because he's so alone / maybe it's because he's never had a home
𝟻:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : just the two of us . . . i see the crystal raindrops fall / and the beauty of it all / is when the sun comes shining through / to make those rainbows in my mind / when i think of you sometime / and i wanna spend some time with you / just the two of us
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𝟼:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : U.R.A fever . . . walk you to the counter / what you got to offer / pick you out a soda / look at you forever / walk you to the water / eyes like a casino / you ain't born typical
𝟽:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : mad about you . . . i can't fake, for god's sakes / why am i driving in the wrong lane? / trouble is my middle name / but in the end i'm not too bad / can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you? / mad about you
𝟾:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : writing's on the wall . . . i'm prepared for this / i never shoot to miss / but i feel like a storm is coming / if i'm gonna make it through the day / then there's no more use in running / this is something i got to face / if i risk it all / could you break my fall?
𝟿:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : don't let me be misunderstood . . . well, don't you know that no-one alive / can always be an angel / when things go wrong i seem to be bad / i'm just a soul who's intentions are good / oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
𝟷𝟶:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : romeo & juliet, op. 64 / act i: dance of the knights . . .
𝟷𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝚙𝚖 : bang bang ( my baby shot me down ) . . . music played and people sang / just for me the church bells rang / now he's gone, i don't know why / and 'till this day, sometimes i cry / he didn't even say goodbye / he didn't take the time to lie
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𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : the world we knew over and over / i keep going over the world we knew / once when you walked beside me / that inconceivable / that unbelievable world we knew / when we two were in love
𝟷:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : aline . . . i had drawn on the sand / her sweet face that smiled at me / then it rained on this beach / in this storm / she disappeared / and i screamed, screamed / “aline” / for her to come back / and i cried, cried / oh, i was in too much pain
𝟸:𝟸𝟸 𝚊𝚖 : kiss of fire give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow / love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow / i know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me / though it consumes me / your kiss of fire / since first i kissed you my heart was yours completely / if i'm a slave / then it's a slave I want to be / don't pity me / don't pity me
𝟹:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖 : bonnie & clyde they'll just wipe their slate clean and hang it on / bonnie and clyde / if they try to act like citizens / and when they have a nice looking flat / about a certain night / they're invited to fight / by a certain rat-tat-a-tat / someday they'll go down together / they'll bury them side by side
adding tangerine from bullet train (crossover verses to come), madame lebedeva from deathless (likewise)
moving rhysand , zagreus & circe to the archives, along with past muses some might recognize. i still have interest in them, so i'll be open to writing them by request, but they're occupying zero of my braincells atm, so if you want them pls come prepared with an idea.
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in the woods somewhere, hozier: an awful noise / filled the air / I heard a scream in the woods somewhere / a woman's voice! / I quickly ran / Into the trees with empty hands / a fox it was / he shook, afraid / I spoke no words, no sound he made / his bone exposed / his hind was lame / I raised a stone to end his pain / what caused the wound? / how large the teeth? / I saw new eyes were watching me
the fairy & the labyrinth
and the waltz goes on, anthony hopkins
song of imaginary beings, iamx: the hourglass sees what shelf life does / she asked, exactly tell me / "what is love but grieving life alone?" / just the words from prophets and religious shows / imagine hurt, imagine tears / she opened up until she disappeared / vanished, hand in hand, / with all the long-lost children locked in neverland / the phoenix says, / the devil says, / the serpent says, / the siren says, / why use the word, when the word it means to believe?
leaving come coming home, anna karenina
the devil is human, aurora: oh, do you envy how i'm free? / how the life in me is real, running barefoot through the fields? / oh, does it hurt how I don't look at you with fear? / do you like to watch me kneel, 'cause the way it makes you feel? / and I hear you don't like it / I don't care if you don't / father, don't blame us for trying to live / for trying to love, for wanting more / father, don't blame us for trying to bleed / like real human beings and nothing more / you can burn the skin I live in / but you cannot burn the witch away
adding tangerine from bullet train (crossover verses to come), madame lebedeva from deathless (likewise)
moving rhysand , zagreus & circe to the archives, along with past muses some might recognize. i still have interest in them, so i'll be open to writing them by request, but they're occupying zero of my braincells atm, so if you want them pls come prepared with an idea.
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something something the evidence that koschei bessmertny is very intentionally dahzbog-and-thus-lucifer-coded
( will make a more organized meta later, i'm too tired)
✧ . dahzbog is the slavic god of sun and fire, and was essential to all nature's processes. if koschei being the tsar of life, a domain belonging to dahzbog and so often tied to other sun deities too, isn't convincing enough, then i'll say that throughout the book you see various other purposeful parallels too.
✧ . another concept tied to the sun: the divine masculine, the patriach, yang energy etc. etc. koschei in his fairytales represents various patriarchal archetypes and in the book is referred to as papa koschei by the chyerti for a reason.
✧ . in slavic myth, buyan is the isle where the zorya, the twin morning and evening star sisters reside to usher dazhbog everyday. koschei is the tsar of buyan.
✧ . wolves were heavily associated with and beloved by dazhbog, and he himself was said to be able to turn into a white wolf. it's no coincidence that this is the pet name koschei chooses for his tsaritsa. one of marya's tasks in the book is also to retrieve something for baga yaga which is guarded by a pack of dogs, a wolf included, who call koschei papa and guard one of his decoy deaths in a place where the sun never touches. they're named blood, brumal, bile, and bitter (all the things koschei inherits and embodies after falling from grace and becoming deathless).
✧ . and this is where i talk about the demonization of dazhbog because during the christianization of the slavs, he became referred to as lame daba (a variation of hephaestus, who was thrown down from heaven and suffered from a lame leg), and regarded as the most powerful demon in hell (another variation of lucifer, the fallen angel). i can't count how many times koschei is referred to as the devil, and his the devil's country and how he just openly says "sure. if that's what you want to call it. -- anyways".
✧ . dazhbog was also the male equivalent of "the-one-who-is-three", or rather, appears in the myths to be altogether a youth, a patron, and a sage old man. he would start as a youth in the spring, a man at his prime in the summer, and die of old age in the winter, only to return in the spring again to start the cycle all over. in the book, koschei is at war with death, so he's out of the natural dying and rising cycle. he's stunted and frozen in time as a youth, but we do see moments when koschei appears aged and these are typically the moments when he's experiencing some sort of character growth. until ultimately, he dies in the yaichka chapter, his redemption chapter, where he becomes an old man who looks like death, symbolizing that he's back in the dying and rising god cycle again -- like dazhbog.
✧ . the yaichka chapter also sheds light on koschei and ivan being two halves of one man, and with ivan being tied to the sun and goodness, offering all the things that koschei can't, you see he's also representative of the former self that koschei killed in pursuit of becoming deathless.
✧ . dazhbog was said to be generous (his name literally means giving god), gifting his gold to villagers in the winter. koschei the deathless in the fairy tales and in the book is a hoarder, a dragon, a king poring over his pale gold.
✧ . there are probably other moments that i'm missing but you get the jist. he's essentially the demonized dahzbog, lucifer before & after the fall, stuck in a cycle that prevents him from returning back to his authentic myth that is both self made but also externally imposed send tweet.
the sky opens like a great black maw and shows its teeth, and an arrow sticks in the centre of its tongue like a dagger straight. teeth and bramble have too much in common to be separate from each other altogether and they unite in hands so cold.
❛❛ evelinka . . . ❜❜ a black bird croons sadly at her door. his eyes closed, hands and forehead pressed to the wood, as if in prayer. ❛❛ let me in. i know you're awake. ❜❜ an odd thing to say, but no less true. he could not dream. the pathways to that verdant city had been closed to him for what he'd done and would continue to do. but in the nights since she'd shared her bed and her heart's blood with him, that devotion lingered and tethered her soul to his in ways that could stop his breath.
now, whenever he closed his eyes to drift into a lonely underpass of rest, in the cracks of the ceiling he could see flickers of her like sunlight through the leaves. but tonight, the forest was dark and silent. he couldn't bear it. ❛❛ i wish to. . . ❜❜ something foreign catches in his throat. for her, he wished to say and do many things, but knows the herald requires an admission first. or was it submission? it didn't matter; he knows the word for both. ❛❛ i wish to apologize. ❜❜
meet me at our spot, the anxiety, willow & tyler cole: when I wake up / i can't even stay up / i slept through the day, fuck / i'm not getting younger / but when i'm older / i'll be so much stronger / i'll stay up for longer / meet me at our spot / caught a vibe (woo, woo) / baby, are you coming for the ride? (the ride, the ride, the ride) / i just wanna look into your eyes (your eyes, your eyes) / i just wanna stay for the night, night, night / when we take a drive (woo, woo) / maybe we can hit the 405 / hypnotized by the lights / man, this must be the life
fuck i luv my friends, renforshort : let's both get tattoos / watch old cartoons / kiss random schoolboys and schoolgirls too / nowhere to go and nowhere to be / just a bottle of jack / getting drunk in the street / if I cried and made a scene / i know you'd stick by me / fuck, I love my friends / without them i'd be dead / i know they're the only ones who'll love me 'til the end
i still haven't found what i'm looking for, vitamina string quartet : i have kissed honey lips / felt the healing in her fingertips / it burned like fire / this burning desire / i have spoke with the tongue of angels / i have held the hand of a devil / it was warm in the night / i was cold as a stone / but i still haven't found what I'm looking for
when, dodie clark : i think I've been telling lies / 'cause i've never been in love / everyone falls for the sunshine disguise / distracted by who they're thinking of / i'd rather date an idea / something i'll never find / sure, i'll live in the moment / but I'm never happy here
best friend , sofie tukker : i think that I'll keep loving you, way past sixty-five / we made a language for us two, we don't need to describe / every time you call on me / i drop what i do / you are my best friend and we've got some shit to shoot
