Ramblings of a Mads Rosetti

Wanna be writer, hopeless dreamer, endless source of contradictions, a soul living life through love and fandom “She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell” Nikita Gill

[alcalafalas]

… They’ve all heard that the grandson of Padmé Amidala survived and would love to visit Naboo.  So they prepared the balcony - where the royal wedding once held - for him. The lake and moutains, finally witnessed another secret wedding after decades of quietness.

[ramblingsofamadsrosetti]

The true and extraordinary legend of the sword in the stone

Prologue

 Once upon a time, when dragons roamed the sky and you could taste magic in the morning air, there was a kingdom like no other. A kingdom where peace and kindness made a home, a kingdom with love in every corner of itself, a kingdom where happiness seemed to grow on trees and fields of poppies. And in this kingdom, there was a king so pure of heart, so gentle and kind, so brave and smart and witty, that the Gods themselves have sung praising odes about him. His rule, long and prosperous and peaceful, had brought his people possibilities that few others have ever dreamed of. History remembers him with awe and kindness, and many have said he was more saint than human. 

But this is not the time to tell his story. For to be a great king you need to come from greatness, and although history has taught us that usually the Gods above give us the greatness we need, in this case, the greatness came from a fellow human. Someone that not only taught him how to rule, how to lead and how to protect his people, but taught him how to do so with a gentle heart and kind hands, with an agile mind and a free spirit. 

For these words here and the ones that follow will tell the story of this someone that shaped a nation, by teaching a boy how to be a noble man. This is the tale of a mother that raised a kingdom. This is the legend of Queen Alis, Knight of the Ancient Forrest and Mother of the Kingdom of Dalmores.

To tell her story, we first have to tell the story of the circumstances that birthed Queen Alis. Of a kingdom so desperate and despondent they would sell their souls to the devil in the blink of an eye. A kingdom that thought hope was a fairytale for rich children. A kingdom ruled by a king that was more preoccupied with silk skirts and soft sheets, than with leading his people. A kingdom protected by an army that would more likely pillage and strip its last semblance of happiness for their own good than keeping them safe. A kingdom where the Gods gave the beasts back control over the land, and the beasts still couldn’t be more cruel than the indifference of the jester on the throne. 

In these lands, during these cruel and unnerving times, under the power of inhuman nobles, a girl with dreams and ideals, a girl made with steel like bones and ivory skin, a girl who taught injustice to be the highest form of betrayal a ruler could make, a girl like this met a bunch of wayward boys and girls that craved the sweet embrace of hope. And with them by her side, she walked towards the Ancient Forrest of the Beats, towards her history-changing destiny. 

Notes:

Hello lovely people and welcome to what I hope will be the beginning of a great journey. So sit back and relax as yours trully takes you on the true and extraordinary adventure of how Alis, a brave and just farmer's daughter became the queen a nation deserved.

This story was birthed from @rusalkastudio amazing embroidery called "... destiny awaiting", and therefore is yet another collaboration in which I play the ever struggling author that is trying to put into words the earth shattering talent that the goddess Russ poses in her. So thank you for being an inspiration and a friend, and for putting up with me.

Special thanks to the world best beta @ifsogrl. You are my grammar queen, my vigilant editor, and I don't deserve you. Thank you for making sense of my mumbled words.

So stay tuned and join Alis on her journey of self discovery. Her destiny awaits, and you have front row seats.

[dazzlingjedi]

TLJ Rey ain’t havin it.

[wanderingworlds]

You will be whole again. Your skin will heal, you hair will grow, and your heart will put thousands of beats between you and the person who tried to shatter you, and when you look in the mirror you’ll see life. You won’t see a shell anymore, you’ll see a new set of cells ready to take on a day that they never thought they’d see.

That, my darling, is courage.

-WanderingWorlds

[tonystarkstan]

[dandydoodlebug]

Fire

[notahammer]

If you know my name… then you should know I don’t play by anyone’s rules.

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | Fairies and Vampires in love

[mohtz]

achilles and patroclus / andromache and hector / odysseus and penelope

[gemsofgreece]

According to Greek Mythology, the island of Delos is the birthplace of Apollo. 

[warandpeas]

Red Moon

[gcklewrites-deactivated20201229]

"Make us proud."

But I did the otherwise.

To which I have no to little regrets,

And now I'm paying the huge

Debt of it all.

-

Surprisingly,

To their utmost delight, that makes

A run for their money.

----

StrEak.

G.C. [03052020]

[warandpeas]

Johnson

[absinthetears]

N O T H I N G  M A T T E R S

That’s all I know about living.   Nothing matters.   Neither yesterday, Nor today,   Or tomorrow.

My eyes are eroded   By the acid of tears, Lamenting some terrible Loss or desire.   But only by night.  

By day, It will not matter. Just like anything else.

Tomorrow I could move To another place.   A place where my body Would have no past.   No past, present, or future. A stranger, Strange and   Perfectly unfamiliar.   Eager to start a life   In a city or country   To which I’ve been dead.  

Perhaps, that’s what   Resurrection feels like. Remarkably,   I didn’t even have to die for it.  

In that regard, If nothing really matters, Then mistakes don’t really matter, either. I could bullshit my way through life And find serenity just in the thought That I’m somehow making it through.  

If nothing matters,   I know that I can always   Start again. Fill up another page, And let the one before it Be engulfed by hungry flames   From a cigarette lighter.   Without regret.  

The sunrise will spill Over the morning sky. And my face from yesterday Will vanish with it.   Thus a new day will begin, And within it, Nothing From yesterday Matters.

[techniciansquid]

Make your room like an old library! keep it dimly lit, have books in every corner, have a few marble busts, invite the ghost of a victorian woman who died in a tragic accident to be your roommate!

[dementia7]

My Friend de Milo

Avalanches bari sax five easy pieces:

We have invented nothing, some kind of drug:        Venus on the curb—

I get the motion, point of evidence. What else but invisible doves & washed-out smiles

Zither the oblique pictures of Lime; Venetian notte, the canals bank tribar—

I find him tessellating, the third man, a rictus in light-grating,

My Friend de Milo dying.

[4sss]

Even when your head is the rainclouds, your heart must be in the sky. Sometimes it can get messy, but love will get you high.

J.c.A