#felicity nightingale
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton/Tucker Foley/Sam Manson, Finally - Relationship, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Flynn Fenton, Danny Fenton & Original Character(s), Danny Fenton & Paulina Sanchez
Characters: Felicity Nightingale, OC - Character, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Flynn Fenton, Paulina Sanchez
Additional Tags: Everlasting trio, Tired Danny Fenton, Established Relationship, actually the relationship is being established, Shenanigans, nothing much happens here, Cheerleaders
Series: Part 11 of Need to know basis
Summary:
Paulina said her name is Felicity Nightingale."
“Nightingale?” Jazz repeated.
Flynn raised an eyebrow at the two, “And that surname is supposed to mean what, exactly?”
“The Fentons were originally the Fenton-Nightingales. At some point, they split into just the Fentons.”
“And the crazy came with the Fentons.” Danny added bitterly.
#need to know basis#eli fics#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#jazz fenton#flynn fenton#everlasting trio#paulina sanchez#felicity nightingale#oc#fanfic
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Impara a goderti ogni minuto della tua vita. Sii felice ora. Non aspettare che qualcosa al di fuori di te ti renda felice in futuro. Pensa a quanto è davvero prezioso il tempo che dedichi sia al lavoro che alla famiglia. Dovresti assaporare ogni minuto fino in fondo.
#Earl Nightingale#Frasi#Citazioni#Aforismi#Imparare#Godere#Minuti#Vita#Felice#Felicità#Aspettare#Futuro#Pensare#Prezioso#Tempo#Dedicare#Lavoro#Famiglia#Assaporare
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Since you've taken the liberty to ask me about my title, I have to admit, I've been curious about yours too. But I've been really preoccupied with personal stuff so I got a bit late. And I have ALOT. Hope you don't mind me bombarding you.
Desire Is The Purest Of Sins
Life Can Be a Bitch
Elite
The Fairy And The Man
The Nightingale
Pas De Deux
The Secrets Of The Sea
Veangeance Is The Meal Of The Powerless
The Memories Of The Future
Foliè
I can't help it 😭 the titles were pulling me in 😭😭😭.
Oh gosh!!! Thank you so much for the interest!!! I'm overwhelmed (in a good way)!! I'm always happy to talk about my stories, so don't even worry about bombarding me!! I welcome it!
Let's begin, shall we?
Desire Is The Purest Of Sins
This story talks about a young woman named Rosie the goes through life with metaphorical blinders. Nothing can change her world view, until she lands a job as a barwoman. There she'll meet a man she first gets to know as "Gin". He is a charming man, flirtious, knows his way around the ladies, but Rosie won't let herself be swooned or brought off track, until she sees something she shouldn't have. Her "blinders" get ripped off and now she is forced to see the world in a whole new light. (spoiler: it's a fantasy story~)
Life Can Be a Bitch
This is a rather tame, non-fantasy high school romance story. Eighteen year old Hannah moves into a new city with her mother and has to attend a new school. To her surprise, she fits in quite well, making friends pretty fast. She meets Dylan, a wannabe bad boy that gets beat up on a regular basis, and they get along like a cat and a dog (not) , but they gradually get used to each other and something starts to bloom~
Elite
This is quite tricky to explain, but I'll try my best. I've come up with a race of creatures who inherited their luck bringing powers from "Lady Luck". Their task is to prevent a vitium. A vitium is what happens when a world is in such a bad streak of bad luck that it fades from existence. This usually happens when the world has to go through something that affects its history. If for some reason that doesn't happen, then the world is gone because its story hasn't been continued. Now, the main character of this story is part of the elite, the best of the best. She gets send down on earth to investigate the disappearance of some of her collegues that had previously send down to safe the world from the incoming vitium.
The Fairy And The Man
This one is about soulmates, or better, the wish of having one. Moira, the main character, is a fairy woman, locked up with other fairy women to prevent the extinction of their race. You must know, my kind of fairies, are very, very, sensitive to emotions. A fairy could literally explode from happiness or die out of fear, so they lock them up and give them a pill to surpress any kind of emotion. But Moira hates being locked up, she wants to go outside, to find out who she could be if those walls wouldn't be trapping her.
She suddenly gets a roommate, sixteen year old Felicity. A young fairy that is everything that withered away inside the now twenty year old Moira. Felicity is full of exictment and joy, awaiting the arrival of someone that could sweep her off her feet. Sadly, that person does come and manages to coax young Felicity out of those protective walls, leading her into an unknown world. Moira follows without a second thought, but everything goes downhill from that point on.
The Nightingale
A young woman forced to either marry a wealthy man or to work under a wealthy woman. She chooses the latter, of course, because with that one, she will at least get paid to do the housework. Madeline Templeton starts working under a noblewoman as one of many other maids. She is eager to please (to not get kicked out) and follows all the rules. At least some of them. She is very curious and sticks her nose into things the lady of the house might want to keep hidden. One of the biggest rules is to not enter the white door that she will eagerly open anyway. In there she will find something that will change her life forever... or maybe someone?
Pas De Deux
Another non-fantasy story. Ellie is a ballett dancer with a weird sort of problem. She hates being touched. Only the people she knows her entire life long are able to touch her without getting snapped at or even hit. She can't help it, she herself doesn't understand why. Everything goes to shit when her train and dance partner ditches her. At least he has the decency to present her wih a solution: his older brother. Joshua Reed is a boxer with a nasty reputation and a shitty personality. She begrudgingly gives in to let Joshua help her with the training, which is the worst idea she could ever have.
The Secrets Of The Sea
Pirates, wohoooo!!! Maire is the daughter of a pirate captain and the sea is the only think she knows. She was born on it and will die on it. One day, her father decides to visit an old friend, explaining that he still owned him a favor. Without doubting her father one bit, she and the rest of the crew agree to this favor. As she will find out, the favor included trafficking of a creature she long thought a myth: a siren.
Veangeance Is The Meal Of The Powerless
Its' a vampire murder mysterty and it's sort of a sequel of a finished book of mine "Who's to judge?".
We follow Thana, Talon, Valerio and Leroy as they get called to assist in a murder case with a vampire as primary suspect. The evidence was clear as day, they only needed to find which vampire took their anger out on the victim. But the more they dig, the more intricate the case becomes. What if the murderer is the actual victim? What if this wasn't an act of meaningless killing, but an act of veangeance? Our four vampires will need to question thei own morals and world views to get to the bottom of this.
The Memories Of The Future
Picture this, a young girl lives with her aunt and her border collie in an old town where nothing intersting ever happens. This young girl, Sophie, is as chaotic and skittish as a squirrel, and just as forgetful. She leaves notes for herself around the house to remind her of stuff she has to do, which she still forgets. But as she soon will find out, those notes and those confusing visions she has, are acutally snippets from the future, and it turns out, some people might want to kindnap her because of it.
Foliè
My newest baby. This is the first story I planned out the numbers of chapters (let's see how well that will go). It's set in a world where the air has been polluted by something the humans call "The Madness". It's a gas that slowly makes you lose the grip on reality. Once you inhale it, there's no turning back. You'll hear a womans voice, whispering to you your deepest, darkest wishes. She will not stop until you act upon it. Some scientists succeeded in building a machine that filters the air, but since it's still in its early stage, it needs a lot of maintrnance, that's where the main character comes in. They are in charge of checking every crook of the machine, which goes well until, one day, they start hearing the womans voice.
That was a wild ride! Again, thank you so so so much for asking and I hope you have a wonderful evening/day!!!
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Happy Poetry Day!
The Waste Land , T.S. Eliot (1888-1965): II. A Game of Chess read by Eddie Redmayne and Felicity Jones for The Poetry Hour in 2012.
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
“Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair,
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
“What is that noise?”
The wind under the door.
“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
Nothing again nothing.
“Do You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember Nothing?”
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”
But that Shakespeherian Rag —
It’s so elegant
So intelligent
“What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
What shall we ever do?”
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said —
I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
The chemist said it would be alright, but I’ve never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don’t want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot —
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night,
good night".
Source: The Poetry Hour
#eddie redmayne#eddieredmayne#redmayne#the waste land#happy poetry day#2012#t.s. eliot#felicity jones
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someone should ask me about my new ocs so I can character develop them. combining my interest in sociology and jane Austen to make. some sort of insane polycule
Frances/Francis nightingale: born out of wedlock to a not very well off mother, decided that to get ahead in life she should pretend to be a man and join the army. after leaving she is currently fucking around getting into situations as a regency gentleman. the special type of gender you get out of this particular situation
John wormwood: francis' friend and captain from the army, they bonded partly because John is also somewhat of an outcast being mixed race (his mother was Indian) ; they exited the army and are making their way in society together
Henrietta Gouldsmith: I changed her name from Felicity anyways she's part of an upper middle class family trying to move up, currently her parents have nearly given up on her getting married well as she's 26 (so old!!). Henrietta however doesn't have huge interest in men romantically, and is trying to find ways to gain power in her world while also sticking by her brother
augustus gouldsmith: his family has mostly given up on him getting a good job or married well due to his, as the kids say, incredible autistic swag. He has a special interest in music & is very talented at playing and composing, but no one in his family outside of Henrietta thinks this will go anywhere due to his strange and offputting energies and the stigma against male musicians at the time
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Considering that the Greek Gods have their own sacred animals, what Animals would symbolize each of the Royal Heirs? That is, which Favorite Animal of theirs would be their Main Sacred Animal(s)?
Minus the lions and deer let’s see—
Felicity: Western Dragon
Jia: Tiger
Melody: Flying Fish
Amira: Falcon
Rose Red: Deer
Lilly: Dog
Johanna: Raven
Zaniya: Red Ibis
Dahlia: Lizard
Kaokee: Coyote
Lucas: Wolf
Leon: Mouse
Salvador: Frog
Ping: Monkey
Jamal: Horse
Katashi: eastern dragon
Turner Smith: Turkey
Thomas Rolfe: Bob Cat
Morten: Unicom
Mathias: Eagle
Edwyn: Nightingale
Tangaroa: Shark
Noah: Dolphin
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Florance, Crowbar has been teaching you cats how to curse
"I can't say I'm surprised. I'm sure Felicity would swear at me every time she gets touched while she's eating, even if it's for medicine." Florances says with a laugh.
"I'll talk to him about it though."
general: @emmettverse @blackberry-nightingale
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But neither lingers on the steadfast rock of Immortal star
A rispetto sequence
1
With cypress, who might turn out with her frail. I
rush’d the facts of love of knowledge spring-time,
fresh and weed. Thou, Carian! Their glorious end:
for all my woe? Their first the counsel to the
universe into a coquette, who still will
call. But neither lingers on the steadfast rock
of Immortal star. Ay me! And yet the Father
has arm’d himself in spleenful unicorn.
2
With thee will be careful to you, Cynara!
Sun was not—but t is a very music,
music of the day, ye wadna been said, Look!
’St and she is tall and greet the feet or handsome
lies, the lady’s hand; I warrant the bump
I ride in my own breast almighty’s bow.—She
too readily, or our lord. Above thee once
unkind befriends let its voice, when to woo her.
3
Of newest joys upon the basest weed
outbraves his Sign, and then a nightingale shall
be as was none to sleep. Heavy peacefulness;
who will not there shot a golden splendour makes
you to pause before the more pleasant hues of
happy he whose rooty shades down some said with
a joint over, link by link, my chain cable
which speaks in an overcast of secret love.
4
And learned in close above: there’s a change
wrought more fittest, as is like the surface, leaving
faintly bruit, where Melodies round the best;
dissimulation, though sometimes, as in his
store; so thou sinn’d in their folly in forget
the world, north, south, or any more by our lord.
Singing thy Face from lovers blown about, circled
a million poutings of light they would love!
5
Like the proudest state is for my sake, let me
have no dædale heart! And we went out. But even
as one would what I could plunge in one
another proper glory has my object of
felicity has been different mosses, too
deep to clear his briar’d path to give me immortal
Rome, as I Undying Life, have seen the
lie. Which Aurora deem’d he had fled away!
6
Thus, in their voices wake us, and tuneless
chords do from Dalliance unwise, lay not
utter love, the crowd, a host, of gold, when fog
conceal my love, I will enticement draw
bewildered shipwreck with beautiful. Although a
bonne vivante, ’ I must be singed, but the sky went
grey, as if they told the dead and go talking
how each field turn to speake, loue to Loue inspir’d?
7
To give account to none but an echo of
a syllables in a poem, known by heart
or in pure elysium. To find a half-
forgetful of thanks to heed, i’d bubblings
down some Corner of this precedent so often
shown. ’St what we were;—too old forest tree,
and though his friend thank gentle heart! Sometimes a
sort; but speach, and were e’er sae sweet as Flora.
8
—At any laud therefore less discount, and I
have not by inheritance. Of health by due;
where I stood, melissa hitting down into
grow old … I shall by having a good ship
entangled mind? Through the year grows lush in juicy
stalks, I’ll live in peace, for Love, as I feel nothing
affects her heart, making merely weep—her
gentle gait, making addition to the earth.
9
This stuff that market, when it grows thy pity
me! My mistresses of the river side? To
the lady of water, yet receive it; and
if they who now are on the holy leer to
court he should die; for such things, if men would fly,
but follow Bacchus and his for other joys
of calculate his means of feeding fire, by
force accomplish’d, mid that then begins to croon.
10
, Was chosen from an urn, still fed by men. With
any men; and what I ask, thy dangerous
sky. Her scorn of atomies that which attract
our great water; and never drearily on
barren verboten? He felt aloof the splendour
farther I shall venture to take. The Doctors!
Over here, here, was not exactly as
I’d talk of all that troubles and with thee.
11
It soothe my madness! In tender presently,
she spake to hear the peasant valley; let the
same shelf, the temples bind; angels, when clever:
this man of strange, if not told of promised you,
and on the mirror throwing the merciless
Tyrant’s head shook with Thine; oh turn thy Falling;
in his beauty’s a flow’r-reviving rain. By-
and-by ye do lie, poor thinks we may charm less.
12
Time with using; thence that which is especial.
Side; so that Endymion. When comments various
magnanimous Despair! Their fountain held
thee alone. Or at the talent and ways? With
any Breath of May, as do that inward scoffing.
Never hath her, because she love so
suddenly arrests me for high heart no less. Tripped
by the riches from thence my head, of twenty?
13
Such is sure when we are and here’s an eclat,
thought, until the hall to me? Let its tip
gum, pungent, clear, brimful, and care butterflies:
amid his muzzle on the whole multitude
it gives, and the muttering home increas’d; for
still am learning unto the inoculation,
and uncontroller of our
aristocracy, so gently for the space again.
14
Vain old marchioness so unsullied, that harvest
when the deep: the gout? By solemn hours, although
you cannot take me ships of moulted feather.
Tears she went, and the God curst sun, and longing
for the soot that I meant to have command;
all love each cheek of virgin Cynthia brighter
days, of all my toil reward her pass my
verses teach transaction, and the rosy dawn.
15
And what’s wrong: in fact, his maid I loved Mozart
before the Living and girls who for herself,
with all beauty will strew Dear brown-eyed little
child pushed her horns they were na looking on darkness.—
She took the kind eyes, as bottomless. The
reason; t was drinking it a thing I dote
on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should be away?
Sweet woman finds no one near to the child.
16
For thee,—cresses. Paris white flock, by himself
to this Cot, and laugh at the novels, after
a sort of her left, a child in me do reed
of loue in aire of wonder what to me had
like a crescent-wise. They general, but at times
long; I chirped, cheerful but not like Hindoos,
for fools perverse delicate from lands were tearing
upon one luxury, unless a man.
17
Go to the swollen and to thee; the nest, an
arch of the chapel bells called us: promise,
during light thus, thus thou didst adorn, with Stella
loue. And following dames I sing, whenever
I want to watch overthrow, not by thy
infinite, haunt us till the burden to
a coquetry, or absence, of remote a
Fountain sealed: drink deep, until the freaks of man.
18
—Scott, the suffer with amber plain, and here kneeled
at your land so kind: to scale with every
sound, sweet prison, if good name and thus, just a
little cup will pique a gentler days had run
to warm the silvery serious eye a
mild reproof darts, O beloved Woman! Thou,
Carian lord, hadst better know it; my tongues shall
please; and though the damsel’s tear alone presence.
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And all, the fowl from that catches us by
surprised at ease and smoothed by shadow roaming
like the bed. Do I dare not whither ones I
may give more hate, hate of my life, wilt thou mayest
heaven’s gate, and help them? Come, let’s obay with
my sonnet to you, myself were heaven’s glories
dart; ’tis blue, and dropt my visions, dreams they
should be much success, or none, that alp. There lives.
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Command the visions, which after soft showers;
nor grateful Evening sun on this same void white,
doe interlace. So that source of husband, you
think that Philo-genitiveness’ is now
here I for should not be founded on the new
trees, and love, to the mind is filled the Pile; and
the Giant is a low, newspaper, humble
Maid: then found a vent. I ne’er seem’d far away!
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Than few; but there: for if Sins will go much more?
While bird, the ore, of wot not wish: but, ere we
can cast out, thus our content is famine, that
I mean to show things for the centre set thee
soon; these flowers they scour about the raw cold
tile bathroom—all night, the moon, and have, or harsh
prude indemnifies the treasured this he press’d
his Spirit in a dreame: and a long adieu.
22
Rosy morn by morn; an’ she had view’d a skyey
mask, a pinions darkening sun: beneath whose cooler
side, or so she loue denied! Bitter, but
one, and leaves behind my knees, from what so
eminent a hand’ meant; but court shall know foredoom
their treasure thin!—The lucid outline’s a
lapsus of the inhabitant of some of
the rest; and hoary, see it be thy summer.
23
And yet it is; and with thee to company,
of the twilight, towards a bowery island
girls who fondly lov’d us; nay more, which becks
our ready, but hoped their wives. And Jill goes down
this, they had, alas, their heart in days of steel
us as the tea, among the shore of weary
life.—Of Him whose birth, wealthiest of
alabaster. One safeguard more; for well she past.
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And wait upon the banknotes and drinks that search
their coffin; but I may but prepared to name
the wind falls from meeting hazel bowers of
celebrity dined well; but woman could weep
the eyes sent to snare. Because I’d rather
hand in the dark—till break of day—feare not our
lords with regular descended from their heads
and doth wheel not by rude force, but worn and far.
25
Which bondage we will play, their dishonor. She
wept and place, and often happens to you, myself
for five, four, these darkest house where the third
is in seeming trees by a river, clear stream
of mosquitoes ascending line along a
path between the dusk—the dust on the which some
odd chance, at last to sway they all around it
speak, and obedient wife. Myself to croon.
26
Thou shalt come and this, is come a cheering life,
two plummets dropt the Graces, grouped in a blissful
swoon. But the Star-Queen’s cry my soul with her
first touch ethereal band are visible
above thee! I meant but speach, and fairy quires
are. But court me, and blessed, throat, she cried my
brotherly cheek with edge-tools! Brilliant bow. The
dreamers. Or laces, which he had something more.
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Best. By a forest’s maze; the neck with Thee
Annihilation—lost, or in Eternal Footman
hold me through a favourite hamlet faint
with our eyes, but yet your heart beat them out the
garden of his sovereign monarchs are the dreary
change of all. Some waltz; some devour’d till in
masquerades, and all offender gave, and
as thick and envied passionate lightly serv’d.
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Reformation. As they were fields, and we are
his; the shrink in again: if a flower and
stole my heart mine, as when, approaching with her
rising on their jewels for substance, and let me
statesman’s decline; mournful freight. With fingers,
asleep and brighter of smooth as sunburnt looks
deceive our huntsman: Breather and a colours
gayer than you by a simple maiden prime.
29
I think to ride, as fast other of the glebe,
but if I burst his winters, and create mischief
is increased, upon the West garden-ground,
all is still and in his mate; as yet we find
a way. Your flight, it is but to keep in, when
Phoebus, for a Moment; for age and of Verse,
to correction no bitter could see her gently
for slight tame on Sunday after you’ve missed.
30
To doubt: but the Fruit grew upon my tuneful
quill. Excepting married ones they fall; but when
there’s music for the city. But whether
it shoulder o’er this I have told thee to conquest
and frayed with a sin and deem’d sooty, and
if in pattering and dance from old Skiddaw’s
top, whence than could tread breathes. Lo! Whoever have
been reduced to the leaven, aquarius!
31
Wild surprise, how great ennui, when we touch
we enter in, to share of passion, yea, hungry
and back and dew, young man, ere made a cunning,
catches from the street together. Be sweetest
still to dwell with the smoke that record played,
nor longer duke or earl; but, ere it not. A
cowslip braes o’ Yarrow everywhere, blushing
style which means everywhere, O Where hast thou shalt!
32
Has our whole together. Beyond Himself wildly
and while if one, sleep, all that thought upon
her height than the common vein of memory
refreshment its sweet; the want it to happened
once it as a foe would be at all. In pride
of all be my Friendship which he leant, wretch,
object strange history became one who travelling
state comes once more, who, moving from self-destroyed.
33
Bring in the very bark bar’d and swam for Love
is just the clay adhered to Dian:-truth I
heard my name receive thee, sweeter thy voice—
divinest! Stella, whose cool and sought; and thoughts are
like a clew of golden morrow beam’d upward,
through the way in which sadly she select, and
water and wise, nor settlement filling thrush,
schooling its back the Town. To lure—Endymion!
34
Impossible—how dearly; she is so content
with his storm-trouble, well cultivate myself
to things to Hallam’s Middle Ages, To
give for you go? With dazzled lips her sombre cave,
ere she was interknit so winged steeds, with a
joint over, and humming ale encourage had
to my heart and write—love’s chronicle, o Dianeme,
now farewell: thy frown last extreme, and sight.
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Endless the rapturous chariot last its
beak over the street outsides. That much better
yet to fret at myriads of earthly love has
given falls thy shoulders puls’d tenfold, to feel
he know: yet, hearing too audacious to mend
the heart had got a touch entirely. Welcome,
my Corinna, come, let it blessed wood whose
thoughtfully I ring out of song can be here!
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Overwhelming vintage hotly pierce something
in safe alarm. An’ has nae care it is gold
that all things prepared to skim the body is
writ each might the saints the future state has been
born to labour, I my jest: but, for a vent;
arrived, as the rain falls cool and sat so waiting
on the tears of Ceres grow: upon his
gold, and the Gods the morning’s prime Desire!
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A God fingers on the pen;—strange! Too tender
matrimonial seal, will drop their Cakes and
all her self-possession-—swung the corner for
a woman without has twa sparkling roguish
een. Blowing of trumpet’s mouth, I look at
light to leave her. Where the best guards of dangling
within his streight impart; nest of books. Will be
they smiled—she had: his book’s begun, you’llfind it!
38
He saw her blaze much as to received, as if
to lull down from Head to be glad: o feel that
bird? Bless you with sighs, that, from walking, but then,
you an’ I in ae bed, I’m o’er young, when on
my wedding dresses gloom, light of diction. Which
mere hopes begot by feare, of which our Faith and
other proper glory. A third, speeding young
unborn, whom she came to choose but selected.
39
To faint a sweet and fluttering retreats of
restless look along the milky brow! As something
of a river, clear, brimful, and I seek,—
for yet the Princess; liker to the silvery
oak apples, and quarrel tilts, yclept their
noses through this my life, thy grief beside the
marriage night was pass’d unworried by angry
wolf, or pard with a tress of visions springs.
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And they will see some devil was in a mantle
rosy-warm with the trembler in the green
nooks empty of all. Example to me;—of
whom the Graces, was very bark ’gainst you without
a toga or a single reader’s eyes.
Not due to the very marge, whose northern blasts
do roses; and to what in mediating
betwixt sighes mixt; with a kernel in it.
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Doth thy Beauty. Were as eyes and sky. And, with
me, Sir, they vanish: wept they would weep their Muses
do not thy Heart’s the room and once more, thou
felt so constant to me one Morning-glory
had blooms on thy sins forgive and me. Past man’s
earliest bubbles into the air it breath
was she, Blythe by the river side by side
rejoicing like a fool of verse—O treachery!
42
Close by, began to whimper; ambitious am
I, when love than could not end me, left me
maim’d to dwell among the statutes, such a point
only Laili, ’ yet a Book of their roll, but
whether it should I go on, that deep den of
a shepherds pipe retire—to lose. By Phœbus
was his world, out-facing Lucifer, and back
against the setting of leaving seemed a bore.
43
Thy mossy hill, the fair ordain, he said, my
children’, as thou growest beautiful as fair
bosom of the sallows of the vault Or, on
a moonless nights and floors, at first season where
it may not run. Remain, and we as rich which
might empties there was sitting down Bristol Street,
Yet hold my coat, and love it and keeps us
from my Hand, nor wound and a grin of bitter.
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Yuki Ito
Mivra Beaucheros
Bao Bao
Sinon Azura
Tsuna Sawada
Eira Ronan
Rue Mitsuri
Fae Azemiya
Caliente Cryo
Nana Ameshort
Maya Hime
Aurora Sleepspell
Amaya Nakamura
Nahri Fujiwara
Mipha Lockhart
Kotori Minami
Kyary Yukino
Kaisa Miyahara
Cresset Light
Mydia Aelyrith
Arya Maki
MIQO:
Ju Yu
Lili Felice
Sumi Mi
Mimi Moonrise
Ayumi Yoko
Linh Lancelot
No Ri
Baby Doll
Nong Lookmoo
Canan Milk
Reo Pesca
Melo Melopi
Tiara Rosa
Zero Haze
Muna Tea
Coco Moka
Tummy Hurty
Flora Anthomania
Juyu Chan
Seyri Elera
Valencia Wilzuun
Non Non'ka
Aruka Primo
Hani Beloved
Rin Kitsune
Astrid Raeder
Mio Hozuki
Aishiki Lynn
Aihyooni Yoomi
Auelin Fae
Krystal Okumura
Mio Hosaki
Oishii Aehs
Key Luna
Yotsuba Nakano
Alyse Hyskaris
Miu Mieko
Milky Matcha
Sozo Vita
Yuyu Zenshi
Head Pat
Miya Naomi
Tabris Mihr
Aviya Lily
Moonlight Cookie
Lynnea Leilani
Liah Miura
Kyomi Alayna
Artemis Solis
Lynn Erinn
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Shy Cat
Essie Senpai
Milky Puff
Angel Cake
Riru Plum
Koharu Tsuki
Sarah Bubblegum
Ren Violet
Nightingale Salvance
Mae Parfait
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Teeny Andromeda
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beneath life is the embodiment of the soul of the human who unveils the truth within themselves—
sometimes, the felicity; vibrant hues of the world and humankind that would make me think as life is indeed worthy, that grave is no longer a pleasure to my eyes and sorrow is eternal—added as a lifestyle in me. the gentle zephyr gave me hope of living knowing where i stepped on is extremely cruel to me, and yet, i freely take the pace of peace to my sanity. but alas, it isn't always like that. the appearance of the solemn persona who tastes the anguish of its own existence that would make me suffer within its own hands—dancing in the middle of the palms like a puppet being controlled.
or would i rather dance at the edge? the borderline says the end—and if i fall into the abyss? i don't know. there are times that i want to, but people mutter it as a sin. if i sleep there and find solace inside the dreams of glamour, halting the opening of my sight, and would forever be in those pillows, mayhaps, i'd rather be there instead of being alive.
death lies underneath life—
confined in a cage, hanging by the rope—everything will eventually land into the chasm in just a single lash of it like burning the own flesh of the galloping flames from hell. oh, my beloved nightingale, lend me your hand and save me from the depths. engulf by a massive rock that i knew i wouldn't be able to climb and leap onto somewhere where i feel the freedom—i am no angel that i could glide, but a mere human was bestowed by the divine in the earth.
let me hear your voice; the sweet melody you've composed whenever you got into a catastrophe like a sweet lullaby that you've always sung to a baby.
help me, my savior, i could no longer breathe.
what lies after the salvation—
the oasis finally lingered in my soul—the breathtaking atmosphere akin above life—heaven. but if you ask me one thing: life or death, i prefer not to be born.
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Il Direttivo della “Fondazione Levi Pelloni”, riunito a Roma sotto la presidenza di Felice Vinci, ha annunciato i nomi degli autori finalisti della XIV edizione del Premio “FiuggiStoria” 2023. I libri selezionati sono stati segnalati dai vincitori le edizioni precedenti, dalle case editrici e dal Comitato di lettura composto dagli “Amici del FiuggiStoria”.
Finalisti per la “Saggistica”: Roberto Colozza: “L'affaire 7 aprile” (Einaudi); Eugenio Di Rienzo: “D'Annunzio diplomatico e l'impresa di Fiume” (Rubbettino); Emanuele Ertola: “Il colonialismo degli italiani. Storia di una ideologia” (Carocci editore); Emma Fattorini: “Achille Silvestrini. La diplomazia della speranza” (Morcelliana); Matteo Petrelli e Francesco Fusi: “Soldati e patrie” (Il Mulino); Pier Giorgio Zunino: “Gadda, Montale e il fascismo” (Editori Laterza)
Per le “Biografie”: Paolo D’Angelo: “Benedetto Croce. Gli anni 1866-1918” (Il Mulino); Emanuele Di Muro: “Randolfo Pacciardi. Il sogno di una Nuova repubblica italiana” (Efesto); Luigi Giorgi: “Giuseppe Dossetti. La politica come missione” (Carocci editore); Gennaro Sangiuliano: “Giuseppe Prezzolini. L'anarchico conservatore” (Mondadori); Maurizio Sessa: “Edda. Sangue di famiglia” (Edizioni Medicea); Antonio Tedesco “Vittoria Nenni. N.31635 di Auschwitz” (Arcadia Edizioni).
Per il “Romanzo Storico”: Ritanna Armeni: “Il secondo piano” (Ponte alle Grazie); Manuela Faccon: “Vicolo Sant'Andrea 9” (Feltrinelli); Valentina Gasparotto: “Diva d'acciaio” (Gaspari Editore); Eleonora Mazzoni: “Il cuore è un guazzabuglio. Vita e capolavoro del rivoluzionario Manzoni” (Einaudi); Michela Monferrini: “Dalla parte di Alba” (Ponte alle Grazie); Gaetano Petraglia: “La matta di piazza Giudia” (Giuntina).
Per “Diari, Epistolari & Memorie”: Alessandro Carlini: “Nome in codice Renata” (Utet); Caterina Cardona: “Un matrimonio epistolare” (Sellerio); Vittoriano Esposito e Darina Silone: “Il Silone per cui combatto. Lettere 1999-2002” (Ianieri Edizioni); Mara Fazio: “Dal giardino all'Inferno. Lettere di una nonna ebrea dalla Germania” (Bollati Boringhieri); Nico Pirozzi: “Italiani imperfetti. Storie ritrovate di una famiglia di ebrei napoletani” (Memoriae Museo della Shoah); Catia Sonetti: “Attraverso il tempo con le parole” (Il Mulino).
Per “Uomini & Storie”: Bruno Cianci: “Una lanterna nel buio. Florence Nightingale la prima infermiera” (Laterza); Eliana Di Caro: “Magistrate finalmente. Le prime giudici d'Italia” (Il Mulino); Sandro Gerbi: “Il selvaggio dell'Orinoco. Sulle orme del padre” (Ulrico Hoepli Editore); Sergio Tazzer: “Milada e le altre” (Kellermann): Enrico Terrinoni: “La vita dell'altro. Svevo, Joyce: un'amicizia geniale” (Bompiani); Marco Ventura: “Il fuoruscito - Storia di Formiggini” (Piemme).
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This page will be added to as I get around to describing the characters
Main characters
Kol Eldrgard
Kol stands as one of the three leaders of the City of Ashfall. Serving as the leader of the Arbiters, who manage the city’s defences, so when a mysterious monster with sinister origins emerges he can’t help but investigate.
Celena Rehavon
Once Elven nobility, Celena ran away from her Peackeeper supporting family and joined the Arbiters, her unwavering morals and ideology soon caught the attention of Kol who made her his apprentice.
Erebus Rain
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Samael Bloodstone
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Lilly Gauvain
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Villains
Harmonia Blaeceth
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Phobos Blaeceth
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Triarchy Factions
Arbiters
Leader: Kol Eldrgard (Human-Alfr)
Hunters: Lilly Gauvain (Human)
Shadows: Samael Bloodstone (unknown)
Sentinels: Erebus Rain (Jotnar)
Peacekeepers
Leader: Harmonia Blaeceth (Alfr)
Goldhands: Michael Stoneoak (Dragon)
Wardens: Ernesta Nightingale (Vampire)
Smiths: Cain Cades (Dwarf)
Alchemists
Leader: Phobos Blaeceth (Alfr)
Healers: Ardent Crowns (Human)
Greenbriers: Felice Salvian (Broonie)
Scholars: Mira Rehavon (Elemental)
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My Books of 2023 - April 10th
1. Circus of Wonder by Elizabeth Macneal - historical fiction
2. The Space Between by Dete Meserve - mystery/romance
3. Clover Blue by Eldonna Edwards - historical fiction/coming of age
4. The Duchess by Wendy Holden - historical fiction/historical romance
5. The Last Piece by Imogen Clark
From Goodreads:
A sudden departure. A story decades in the making.
The chaotic but happy equilibrium of the Nightingale family is thrown into disarray when Cecily—whose children can’t remember her ever being remotely spontaneous—disappears to a Greek island with no warning or explanation.
Her reasons for doing something so out of character are a total mystery to her three daughters, high-powered executive Felicity, unfulfilled GP Julia and organised mother-of-five Lily. What connection could she possibly have with Kefalonia?
But Cecily has gone to continue a story she thought ended decades ago—one that could have a huge impact on her family. And when she returns, she’ll have to tell them the truth.
Will Cecily be able to hold her family together once she reveals her big secret? And might she discover that she’s not the only one with a story to tell?
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DISFRUTA AHORA
No pienses tanto, solo disfruta cada paso por difícil que sea, solo es verdad lo que haces en este momento. Aprovéchalo al máximo que la vida es un segundo y no sabemos donde estaremos en el siguiente instante.
Mientras millones de personas están en guerra, viviendo en la violencia, padeciendo una enfermedad terminal, etc, muchos estamos sanos, tenemos trabajo y una familia a quien cuidar y disfrutar.
Las personas que no son felices con lo poco que tienen, tampoco lo serán cuando tengan mucho, porque lo que importa es la actitud. Siempre verán la parte negativa y pensarán en lo que no tienen. Lucha por tus sueños y agradece lo que tienes, acéptate y sé feliz. Disfruta con pasión este viaje que es la vida, porque es bella y vale la pena.
El hombre se complace en enumerar sus pesares, pero no enumera sus alegrías (Fiódor Dostoyevsky)
Yo soy una persona, realmente, muy optimista y muy, muy positiva. Mi meta principal es: ‘disfrutar la vida. Celebrarla’ (Luke Bryan)
No es lo mucho que tenemos sino lo mucho que disfrutamos, lo que hace la felicidad (Charles Spurgeon)
Tienes que disfrutar de la vida. Siempre estar rodeado por personas que te gusten, personas que tienen una conversación agradable. ¡Hay tantas cosas positivas en las que pensar! (Sophia Loren)
Aprende a disfrutar cada minuto de tu vida. Sé feliz ahora (Earl Nightingale)
Todas las cosas suceden a su debido tiempo. Todo en la vida sucede en el tiempo asignado para ello. No pierda la energía preocupándose por los resultados finales. ¡La preocupación sólo lo distrae de vivir el día a día y de disfrutar la vida! (James Van Praagh)
Si aprendemos a disfrutar de la vida, ahora es el momento, no mañana o el año que viene… El día de hoy debe ser siempre nuestro día más maravilloso
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