#;muse relevant

[baddeleyite-archived]

May the Grace of the Goddess be with you at, this, the hour of our meeting.

- traditional Sisterhood greeting.

[i-devoteth]

Famous first lines of poetry!

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // here is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know  // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul,// when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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[dxrtyhands-a-blog]

Kaz stood there, staring at the place she'd been only seconds before. She'd tricked him. The decent, honest, pious Wraith had outsmarted him. He turned to look back at the long expanse of roof he was going to have to traverse to get back to the boat. 

"Curse you and all your Saints," he said to no one at all, then realized he was smiling.

                           — Crooked Kingdom, chapter 12

casual reminder that Inej can outsmart Kaz~~~

[dxrtyhands-a-blog]

“If you don’t care about money, Nina dear, call it by its other names.” “Kruge? Scrub? Kaz’s one true love?”

i love this book.

[kavepave-a]

✈

SEND THE FOLLOWING SYMBOLS TO MEET NPC’S IN MY CHARACTERS LIFE.

✈: someone who they miss

Meet Wren Laska, Iris’ little sister. Putting most of it under a readmore for length.

 When they were younger, back before the Demon King’s invasion of Ente Isla, these two were close. Wren would often tag along on Iris’ 'adventures’ through her village. She, along with the rest of Iris’ family made it out of their village alive when it was attacked by Satan’s invasion forces. The family was split up shortly after, Iris enlisted with one of the Church’s many branches of training, her father, a skilled alchemist, and healer was dispatched to the front lines, to help wounded troops, while Wren and her mother were transported to safe zones, where they could work farms, where her mother’s experience working with crops, and larger animals was invaluable. Her relationship with her sister was never really the same after the war started while Iris devoted basically every waking hour to her studies, and as time went on, letters stopped coming weekly, now arriving on the first of every month. Two years pass, and Wren enlists with the Church as soon as she’s able, choosing to pursue healing magic, as well as knighthood. She elects to work as a settlement guard once her training is complete, as opposed to heading to the front lines, so that she is able to stay close to her mother. Another eight years pass, before the emergence of the Hero, who successfully drives King Satan from Ente Isla. She makes several attempts to repair her relationship with Iris, and is successful, to a degree. However, just as they began to make real progress, Iris vanishes, leaving only a hastily scrawled note on the door of her home, something about “needing to make things right”. Wren has no idea where her sister is, or if she’s alright.