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hotwaterandmilk · 14 days
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Series: Akai Kiba: Blue Sonnet Artist: Shibata Matsuhiro Publication: 'Shibata Matsuhiro Hakusensha Card Gallery′ (04/1985) Source: Scanned from my personal collection
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setteidreams · 7 months
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Akai Kiba: Blue Sonnet (38 sheets) has been added to the WIP section (https://patreon.com/setteidreams).
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terebifunhouse · 2 years
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this month Let’s Anime looks at the 1989 OVA based on the 70s-80s shoujo manga Crimson Fang: Blue Sonnet!
https://letsanime.blogspot.com/2022/05/blue-sonnet-on-it.html
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curiousrentals · 1 year
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Blue Sonnet | 紅い牙 ブルーソネット, 1989-90
“You fool, the battle is already underway! This earthquake is just a side effect of their psychic battle.”
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Among other things...
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babylon-crashing · 3 months
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gall
Tallow in winter. That long-toothed ruin
wrung from drippings. The decay of Eros
dribbling down my wrist. Say it in Latin.
[Demon] [Possession] “Daemonicus.”
Possession. Mine. Flesh rendered so I'm fit
for your gluttony. Yet something fetid
hangs in the frozen air. Frostbit. The bit
that was a nose, two lips, one pale eyelid.
Frostbite leaves the dark pit in my skull
exposed. It takes a certain hungry gall
to snog with just any possessed bastard.
They say if you can't be a good example
then be a grisly warning. Gouged; I'm all
brittle bone. Now kiss me like a blizzard.
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anime--food · 10 months
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Akai Kiba: Blue Sonnet - Episode 4
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nonsosinceramente · 5 months
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satrangee-ray · 7 months
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Okay hear me out!
What if, what if I say Willy Shakes has established the norm that every disaster bisexual icon would have:
1. A short fun fling with a woman of colour.
2. A longstanding intense romantic love affair with a white boy.
no but wait listen– THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON TILL TODAY. IN MAINSTREAM POP CULTURE.
Exhibit A:
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Exhibit B:
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...
I hereby rest my case.
Anybody who even dares to oppose, argue with the fvcking wall.
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england-would-fall · 4 days
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Calling Poetry Girlies (gender neutral)
Hey there, verse-loving friends! I'm co-writing a RWRB FirstPrince AU with my darling @taste-thewaste, and I have the Henry Fox POV chapters. Each of my chapters contains an original poem by Henry,* based on an existing poem by not-Henry. I have plenty of material to draw from, but I'd rather know if you lot have any favorite poems you'd like me to use. If you're up for sharing…
send me a poem!
The two original pieces are below the cut, and you can check out Your Lipstick, His Collar on AO3! (Rated E)
*It's me, I'm Henry.
Ch 2 Shakespearean sonnet, Inspired by Lord Byron's poem "Who kill'd John Keats?":
Ne’er priest nor scribe has lived that living lied About those buds that wither in the night When first from lover to new love describes His force of heart, his desperate lover’s light And in that telling, does one overhear From hidden lover’s lips which never touch His one sweet secret longing to appear While love not his is given over much It’s there those buds of spring do reach in vain No light but night’s reflection of the sun For one who can’t yet call his lover’s name While silent lover through his night does run Oh, if a scribe or priest or poet knows: Direct my heart to where the sunlight flows!
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Ch 4 Villanelle, Inspired by Richard Siken's "Visible World":
Who is he, then, this keeper of the light—The heart I lose, so holy in his hands—This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
In shades of grey, he passes through my sightAnd gone to day, to nurture others’ lands.Who is he, then, this keeper of the light?
I know a walk alone will lose this fight,But with whose name do these coals my feet brand?This breaker of the dawn, who stalks my night?
If his face is the only set with light,By all the gods, his name fades where I stand!Who is he, then, this keeper of the light?
He cannot know the pain wrought by his rite,Yet can he see what he steals from this man?This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
And if, by grace, affections more than slightMay grow herein—a love no mortal plannedWho is he then, this keeper of the light,This breaker of the dawn who stalks my night?
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catilinas · 1 year
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sylvia plath, doomsday
dare i say goncharov vibes. dare i say clock motif
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lebuc · 1 year
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blue 'buc *
* y’all say you want me to write one ‘a them poems that rhyme
then know - before you even finish askin, oh - i'm gon write it...
& i'm droppin each & evry one of them dimes ( b-ball term... ) 
jus when and whersinever i so choose.
otherwise, you're gonna find you got on your hands one of them prickly, unruly kinda mans
with a mean blue streak - clowinin, aiming to bruise ( don't be surprised...)
& a severe case of the  ‘light ring around his big, brown eyes - frowinin’ onery kinda blues. * 4/23 - lebuc - blue 'buc (* channeling Lightnin' Hopkins )
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beljar · 1 year
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and everything burned in blue.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
@thebluesthour
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blurry-focus · 1 year
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© Pascal Sonnet 
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Don't just "Like," Re-blog.
Hey, Everyone! I have a request. First; thank you to everyone who "Likes" the political stuff I post/re-blog. Truly, thank you! But, I ask that -- if you "Like" a political post -- you re-blog it, too. That helps to spread the word beyond your eyes. It just might help one more person to change their mind; or, at least, look deeper into an issue, and think for themselves. Again, thank you. - Bud
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bluesidedown · 2 years
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Please can we have the miette sonnet?
i kinda want to rejig the rhyme scheme a bit but i shall bestow it upon thee in all its unpolished ridiculous glory
Miette: the Sonnet
I am your humble child, though cat I be
and prowess and devotion I have shown
by stalking through the window bird and bee
and serenading you in dulcet tone.
So how can you see fit to kick Miette
and not respecting all her dignity
remove her from you pathway with your foot?
Oh Mother, better I had thought of thee!
What sharp betrayal pangs within my chest
to see, where once was love, such disrespect
and so to learn that at the very best
the treatment of a football to expect!
In punishment I give this just decree:
a thousand years in harsh captivity.
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