#lamia essay

[docpiplup]

The YouTuber PutoMikel (take a look at his channel about historical divulgation and other things, his video essays are gems) and the comic artist & YouTuber Loulogio/ Isaac Sánchez made a colab about Basque mythology in the film Irati, PutoMikel is talking about this elements shown in the film and Loulogio has drawn two criatures of Basque mythology: a Lamia and a Basajaun.

These are the finished fanarts (×):

#irati 2022 #IratiFilm #art #basque mythology #putomikel #isaac sánchez #analysis #loulogio #irati fanart #lamias #basajaun #Youtube #mikel herranz #mikel herrán subiñas #isaac sánchez gonzález

[bigfan-fanfic]

Constantine demigod kid manage to get around Lamia curse via stubbornness because he will not live without internet and Dad have load of ancient tomes and technomancy, making a magic VPN app for demigods.

It's kinda funny that technology is the bane of demigods because Percy Jackson came out in 2005, and the first iPhone came out in 2007, and so the books are in this weird limbo where the Internet as a portable and constantly accessible/necessary thing is starting to grow but isn't quite there yet and you could still encounter people that don't have a smartphone.

And now we have that key bit of worldbuilding and the terrifying realization that so much of culture and history is happening online or influenced by such. Demigods have no concept of memes, online jokes mean nothing, they're mystified by Twitter and social media. Annabeth has no outlet to write impassioned essays on tumblr because Daedalus' laptop doesn't connect to the internet.

Like, I kinda respect that it hasn't been walked back or retconned yet, but omg very soon it's going to be very easy to out demigods because even elementary/primary school kids are needing the internet for stuff or are being taught computer literacy and these half blood kids are gonna be SOL.

Ironically, I think that the only reason Constantine's demigod child could get around the curse is because they can be taught magic Constantine's way instead of through channeling the power of their mother. Otherwise I don't think that Hecate could allow the favoritism of one child over another by letting them negate Lamia's curse for all demigods, because she couldn't do that for Alabaster, after all.

[nocylipcowa]

i want to make a video essay on lamia orphe and why im grieving that manhwa so much....

#god!!!! #lamia orphe is dead and that manhwa is dead i want this title ressurected sgdhsjjsjs

[dumb-fuck27]

I’ve studied monster biology in college which was a course of studying mythological species like the gorgons, sirens, and harpies from Greek mythology and lamia, goblins, ogres, dragons, orcs from western European mythology and the cursed from north Eastern European mythology which included vampires, werewolves, undead or reanimated species along with witches (which is more controversial because a lot of people believe that witches are human and not monsters and others tend to disagree) but anyway I’ve studied this topic and I’m in love with this topic because it explains so many things in a scientific method about a lot of pop culture themes and is what probably turned me into the monster fucker I am today which is more wholesome than it sounds because I know the characteristics of the monsters because that was one of the main studies like lamia will wrap around the creature it wants to eat but will do the same to show affection to a loved one in a less harmful manner. Or vampires in modern society will feed on people which they call an “embrace” because of the pleasure it gives to the feeder. And how gorgons gave to wear blindfolds to keep their loved ones safe from the petrifying gaze. Like the amount of pop culture movies, games, books, and all the other sorts of media I had to look into to write essays about it is fucking amazing and a bitch because Ive tried using one of those AI essay writers and it doesn’t work because there’s not a lot on the internet talking about the shit I was learning

#shitpost #funny #lol #college #monster #pop culture #vampires #greek mythology #european mythology #mythology

[warlockofealdor]

“they could control the mind of a man, suck the life from him with a single embrace...”

my first entry for @merlinbingo​ !

for prompt C1 (Lamia) & the Julyrical bonus badge, this is a twelve-track playlist for everyone’s favourite girl who’s actually a horrifying monster that brings men to the brink of death with a single kiss...

(playlist cover under the cut + some explanation of my song choices!)

1. monster // i like the erotic horror vibes of the song, plus the theme of a little monster, something deceptively small and harmless but actually deadly.

2. snake // lamia isn’t really a snake kind of monster, but the point more generally is a deadly creature hunting men down. also, various lyric translations point to double meanings in some lines, which i think suits lamia’s manipulative nature.

3. siren // sirens and lamia are both typically female creatures that lure men to their deaths... this song issues a warning to the guy to get away, which is more warning than lamia’s prepared to give, but the song also feels quite unapologetic about the violence coming the man’s way.

4. peek-a-boo // the horror story of the mv is a significant factor in the song’s place in this playlist! but i also think some of the lyrics like a fox who wants to have fun suits the theme of something outwardly soft and cute but actually deadly if you let it get too close.

5. gaslighting // a song from the victims’ pov! i think the concept works in a magical context too, and tbh i believe that on a subconscious level, the song reflects how the knights might have felt, even if outwardly they rejected the idea that lamia was influencing them.

6. scream // i love the lyric switch from i don’t want to scream to i just want to make you scream. really suits lamia’s presentation as a helpless victim vs the reality of a monster disguising itself.

7. venom // more victim pov. lamia isn’t a spidery monster, but the imagery of being caught in a web suits how she traps men and draws them to their deaths, and again, there’s the suggestion of maybe not wanting to escape at all.

8. because // one dreamcatcher song is not enough!! but more seriously, lyrics like i’ve been disguising myself, and everything, even your breath, forever mine... is this or is this not lamia speaking right now?? and in some twisted way, i think lamia sees what she does as because i love you, the same way any predator loves its prey for filling its stomach.

9. bewitched // there are lyrics about being eaten up and swallowed, being bewitched by someone’s lies... also, i can’t recall if lamia ever made a noise like it, but the noise that someone on this song makes before the first chorus definitely suits her.

10. spider // again, lamia isn’t a spidery monster, but it’s the repeated themes of being trapped in a web with conflicting feelings of danger and desire, the twisted sense of wanting to stay even knowing that it’ll kill you.

11. good night // the repeated mentions of devils coming, and taunting the victim to run even though you can’t escape, no matter how much you try... and i’ll say it again, one dreamcatcher song is not enough!!

12. love killa // again with the themes of predator and prey, including a line about being eaten like a main dish, fitting the way lamia seems to literally eat men’s souls.

thank you to anyone who bothered to read to the end of this needless essay on my song choices!! i hope you enjoyed the playlist.

#bbc merlin #merlin bingo #lamia #character playlist #fanmix #my first entry for the bingo and it's not a fic! #meanwhile my bingo wips that ARE fics are crying screaming and begging me to finish them #there's at least a dozen of them by now #this is what happens when you sign up for a fandom event and then immediately pivot to original fiction for several months #well there's a bingo fic i'm hoping to finish tomorrow or by the day after so that's something #but this was fun! i like making playlists even if the cover took me... a whole lot of an afternoon #muddling about on canva and photopea trying to remember how anything works #also it was not my intention to make a purely kpop playlist for lamia but. well. that's how it turned out. #i tried to find at least two different translation sources for each song to make sure they all fit the theme #but yeah #my first bingo work! i'm pleased with this #one square down... twenty four to go...

[bittersweetblasphemy]

My Fic OCs

I have enough of them now, so I may as well make a list for those OC ask prompts. I'll edit this post as I write more. "Appearances" links are to the AO3 posts.

Adrian [Demon] (he/him) Fallen angel and Brizeth's employee at an unnamed company on earth. Jaded and grumpy, secretly a huge nerd. 100% Sugar Daddy. Appearances: [On Earth (As It Is in Heaven)]

Commander Ahlex Redgate [human] (he/him) A Commander aboard an OSC military vessel. Space farm boy with the personality of Clark Kent. Too smart to be a Himbo. Appearances: [A Man in Uniform]

Brizeth (Bridgette) [Succubus] (she/they) Superior of both Adrian and Hector on earth. High ranking sex demon in hell. David's Master & Sugar Mommy. One Woman Bukkake. Colovan's sister. Appearances: [Deal]

Charis [human] (She/her) A potter by trade & the human wife of Lysosi & Tasha. Simps her big deified snake wives. Praise kink all day long. Appearances: [Dark Water]

Colovan (Colin) [Incubus] (he/it) Also answers to: Dumb Fuckslut/Fucktoy, Dummy, Baby Girl, and Pretty Girl. Frat-house mascot and resident outlet for sexual frustrations. Has never went to oovoo javer. Brizeth's brother. Appearances: none yet

David [human] (he/him) Brizeth's Thrall and the owner of DJ's Games & Collectables. Just kinda rolling with it at this point. Appearances: [Deal]

Gage [robot] (they/them) Cinnamon Roll with Baggage. Hypersexual bb with self-worth issues. Smol bean that deserves a big handsome boyfriend to pamper them for life. And they were roommates. Appearances: [A Man in Uniform]

Hector [Angel] (he/him) Brizeth's employee at an unnamed company on earth. Diet Tsundere. Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. Poor baby just wants to be loved. Appearances: [On Earth (As It Is in Heaven)]

Hulo [Shadow Person] (he/they) The spirit that haunts Willow's bedroom. Yandere dangerously close to being able to interact with the material plane. Appearances: [Orange Blossoms]

Lysosi [Naga/Lamia] (she/her) Beeg snek lady. Wife of Tasha and Charis. Eldest and most dominant of the three. Most likely to eat you in the fun way. All bark and no bite. Appearances: [Dark Water]

Marius [human] (he/him) Philon's boyfriend. Sex worker and loves it. A Flirt™. Loves his boyfriend very much. Would have an Animal Crossing town full of bull characters. Appearances: [Off Script]

Nicole (Nikki) [human] (she/her) Ren's girlfriend. Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets. Don't ask what her favorite kind of shark is, you will get an entire essay. Appearances: [King of the Rock]

Nina [human] (she/her) Werewolf hunter. The fun kind of sadist. Her knife & gun collection would make a Texan weep. Appearances: none yet

Philon [Minotaur] (he/him) Marius' boyfriend. Also known as Ferox. Still feels guilty over some of his kinks. Flower crowns and bloody knuckles aesthetic. Appearances: [Off Script]

Ren [Merman] (he/him) Nicole's boyfriend. Once got black-out drunk and woke up tangled in discarded nets. That one surfer guy vine incarnate. Appearances: [King of the Rock]

Tasha [Naga/Lamia] (she/her) Also beeg snek lady. Wife of Lysosi and Charis. Most likely to eat you in the Not Fun way. Will bite and you will not see it coming. Appearances: [Dark Water]

Viktor [Werewolf] (he/him) Cocky bastard who needs to get pegged taken down a peg. The dog that runs full speed into furniture and then jumps on like nothing happened. Strong silent type that'll moan like a bitch if you pull his hair. Appearances: none yet

Willow [human] (she/her) Gardener & florist. Only kind of shoes she owns are hiking boots. The friend who always has snacks and drinks. Knows how to pirate movies. Appearances: [Orange Blossoms]

#my ocs

[lamiasanxiousthoughts]

hi my name’s Lamia, I’m 21 years old,

I love writing, reading, movies and pink (so many more things) I’ve always wanted to write more and share It but I’ve always been too scared, it is now time.

I’ll share :

- some pretty bad poems that I wrote

- some articles about everything that I want really (books, movies, true crime, pop culture, news)

- essays

- about my life

- my fav books, movies ect

If you want a little more you can follow me on Letterboxd and Storygraph !

@lamiabhl on both <3

#literature #poetry #spilled thoughts #aesthetic #thoughts #writing #women writers

[liliththeladyliker]

Ive been obsessed with lilith on and off for years, but now im trying to find her real origins and literally all of the sources contradict eachothers like??? or or they will be like 'she was mentioned in this BC text' but dont mention the fact i could be a fake from the 193Os And lilith is sometimes referd to the same way you would read jackel, like a antlered rabbit doesnt exist it represents something wich i used to KNOW

HAT but i dont now, lilith represent a sphinx in most cases i forgot what those represent as well

It would not surprise me if sphinxes were just female demons

Lilin is male she devils? so genderqueer PogU

Okay andi have to mention it, yeah shes the cause of every sexual thought ever probs bc women are responsible for mens actions and they cant help it its lilith guys really

Okay i get that this text is from 728292 bc but i wap give my own take on her cause

anything reaanything real

So lilith is made from dust juat the same as adam. They argue over who tops in sex leading lilith to run away from the garden of edan. So here we have adam who is depressed out of his mind begging God for a wife, and so God takes his rib in his sleep and forms eve. what if the take away was some people arent going to work with us, while others out there we cant live without eachother? idk i cant flesh that out the way want to

Medusa!!! Okay sin or envy idr is the daughter of lilith in 'Fallen Paradise' who is a gorgon. Then we have the snake who in the mediveal century would grow a womens face and body, so yknow gorgon

Apparently shes also know as the daughter of dracula didnt know that one kay this one essay is pointing out that 'lytyt' appears no where else in the bible and if following the pattern of scriptures probably a owl (before it is 'sa'ir' or goat OR sayter)

as demons

bird connection (earliest found mention of her is making a house in a tree and art of the time depicted her with bird legs and wings) whos to say owl hybrids arent just demoness?

Also the Greco-Roman word for gorgon is lamia which is what lylyt is translated to in The Vulgate

Also in greek red hair was seen a slut thing to have so lilith usually has some red hair

if i recall correctly its because red hair was seen as *exotic* and *special* so weird shit

#lilly.braindump

[lamiahypnosia]

Ever since I started writing for The Outer Worlds I’ve been fascinated by the May December romance trope. The May December Romance trope is defined as a romance taking place between two characters with a significant age gap, the term coming from the fact that on the Gregorian calendar the months of May and December are the farthest apart plus one is the peak of summer and the other is deep winter- the most lively of the seasons versus the most dormant, something something life and the end of life. I don’t mean the fifteen year olds with the hundred year old vampires but any real normal characters that have a ten year age gap between them.

Now there’s a stigma- in the United States anyway, not sure about our neighbors- against people in a romantic relationship with a significant age gap. There’s this assumption older people are clearly taking advantage of the younger person and the younger person is naive at best or a gold digger at worst. There is of course the old adage- age is just a number.

In fiction I don’t see much May December going on but maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places. I’ve been on Tumblr for a while now and I’ve scratched at the surface of the Game of Thrones/ASoIaF series and there’s quite a few Daenerys/Ser Jorah shippers. I’m sure some people would find this repugnant given the age gap between the characters and other people have their hackles up about Daenerys and Drogo blah blah something something Stockholm Syndrome.

Yeah Dany married Drogo when she was thirteen and he was thirty something but since George RR Martin has stated that the series has roots in real life history. Except that shit didn’t happen, George. In the middle ages people got married in their late teens and early twenties, peasants and kings. Sure, a lot of royalty probably got betrothed right out of the womb but they didn’t marry the kiddos and start them consummating as soon as the girl got her first period. I don’t know where you got that. I know you really like feminism but for Rhllor’s sake.

The best explanation I can think of, especially in the latter case, is that we’re too steeped in our modern sensibilities. Hell, ASoIAF is thoroughly soaked in the message of ‘fuck the patriarchy’ and has tons of symbolism or even overt middle fingers to docile femininity from Arya yelling about not wanting to be a lady or Dany enjoying sex with her barbarian husband that she doesn’t even share a common language with instead of doing the dead fish wifely duty she finds power through sex or whatever the fuck.

(Also Drogo asks for consent in the book and Dany gives it so fuck the GoT writers for making it rapey for shock value. Forever pissed about that. In fact forever pissed GoT went down the toilet, can I get an amen?) Anyway, what was I talking about?

Oh yeah so there’s this pearl clutchy nonsense about an older person being in a committed relationship with a person much younger than them. In the case of The Outer Worlds people see Phineas Welles as a father figure for their Captain and that’s valid. Yet for those of us who are captivated by the silver fox glory of a certain outlaw scientist a dynamic becomes a school of thought- is age difference really that much of an obstacle? Could a relationship with a significant age gap be healthy?

Transcend the Sun began as an exploration of Phineas and the Captain becoming closer. (Lol look at me talking about my own fanfic like I’m being interviewed by an interested third party.) The story began as a one shot that was meant to be a blank slate Captain but as time went on the Captain became Kenna Frost. Through the little vignettes about day to day life and working Phineas goes back and forth calling her the Captain trying to see her that way (his accomplice, his contractor, a freelancer) and less as Kenna Frost, a person for whom he’s come to deeply respect and care for. It becomes tougher when his feelings become deeper than friendship.

Phineas knows a relationship with him even in the best of circumstances will be a challenge simply because of the age difference but the heart wants what it wants. Kenna of course has to make the first move but makes the mistake of going on impulse instead of having a serious talk about where the relationship is and if both of them are willing to be together to share the burdens and joys of life- however short a time that might be. Phineas being the more mature party starts to shut her down until he realizes he must confront his feelings and the two compromise. They spend time together, work together, share ideas, chores, move easily in one another’s personal spaces like any other couple.

Compromise and clear boundaries usually only come after painful experiences and hurt feelings so while Phineas is a genius in chemistry, has every aspect of his life on a schedule and never seems to sleep understands being in a relationship better than he realizes.

In Royalties when Kenna is trying to recapture her glory days as a rock star Phineas lets her do her own thing assuming she’ll get bored and stop but still fearing she’ll decide he’s holding her back from what she really wants to do. In The King’s Gambit they don’t see eye to eye on how Kenna allows Chairman Rockwell to continue to run the Board. To add to this Phineas is still old and set in his ways but Kenna finds stability and comfort in that. That adds to the attraction of an older partner- they’re not going to change but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. A ship needs a port and sometimes home is another person.

It was comforting to read relationship experts' studies on age gaps and see that they can work. Relationships all have obstacles and if both parties truly care for one another it is just another obstacle for them to navigate. It’s an interesting, fun dynamic to write about in fiction, too.

#lamia writes #may december #lamia essay #straight from the serpent's mouth

[altairtalisman]

Here’s my half of the art trade that I’m doing with @spooner7308​, they asked for Lamia!Anne from their Monster AU, so I drew her reading fan fiction that’s totally not about Dryad!Holbein/Lamia!George. Nope, definitely not.

It totally is.

I hope this is acceptable Rowan, I actually don’t know how to draw lamias so I winged it.

#six the musical #Anne Boleyn #Lamia!Anne #Monster AU #sorry for the wait by the way #had to finish my essay before I could start on it #Art Trade #Altair draws

[brimstone-cowboy]

The hottest take- the Belle Dame and Lamia are dating and are in love

#keats #keats this female character hates men so she is evil #ah lesbians you mean #I could write an essay on how la belle dame is a lesbian #also Lamia turns into human for her bf who wishes that all women were virginal and saintly and then gets rejected by him when she turns back #if you can't take your gf being a hot snake you don't deserve a snake gf

[gwemrys]

I love your Merlin & Gwen content! I was wondering if you had thoughts on if an earlier magic reveal had happened for them (I personally like to headcanon the perfect timing for that would have been the Lamia episode) and what you would’ve wanted out of it.

omg..... I DO HAVE THOUGHTS ON THAT.. MANY OF THEM 💖.......(shit this turned into an essay abt their soulmate bond first fbdnfj i promise i will get to the point somewhere in there LMAO.) passionate monologue in 3 2 1

LETS GO so from the moment gwen first saw merlin she has been ....strongly Intrigued by his strangeness. it was like WHAT a weirdo but i like it...... she saw him and immediately felt the burning desire to be connected to him in some way shape or form .. friendship? romance? WHATEVER JUST KEEP HIM! she was used to lunatics bc she lived in camelot but with this lunatic it was like. it was like ‘ive consistently had no clue what the fuck he is on about but his soul feels familiar and warm and safe and also he is crazy. and he radiates something unique and it feels connected to his strangeness but i cant seem to understand what it is? and it feels like the only thing that matters right now is to keep him close to me?’

so she does. shes there for him when he needs her and hes there for her when she needs him (she almost feels like he has helped her without telling her? as if a lot goes on that he doesnt talk about...)

as time goes on more n more impossible things happen when merlin is around and stories dont seem to add up at all..... she gets so used to merlin being Different that it doesnt rly occupy her mind, she kind of brushes it off bc yeah merlin is merlin :) but it remains in her subconscious and there are times when it resurfaces.

lamia is one of the episodes where i think she first realised that this “being different” of merlin was.... not as trivial as she had made it to be in her mind..

(but thinking of possible explanations scared her bc it Could mean that merlin had rly been forced to live with being in deathly peril every second of his life and on top of that having to keep it secret.. so she didnt ask for more answers and instinctively just pushed the idea to her subconscious before she could rly consider it)

fast forward to sword in the stone pt2. gwen is about to fatally lose her one-on-one battle with morgana when morgana flies back and the corridor proceeds to explode, both things for.... NO reason. it has to be. magic....?

which shouldve frightened her bc she is standing in the same corridor and there is no way to know if she is in danger too but before she has the chance to feel scared she hears a familiar voice say ‘you alright?’

and that. is when it clicked.

her shock wasnt due to the mere fact that merlin, her best friend, had magic. she was shocked because she had known.... and denied it to herself.. but she had always known in some way. and it had never made him seem scarier of more evil or in any way less deserving of her love and loyalty

as the dust in the corridor clears and she looks at merlin’s just as shocked face she remembers something morgana had said earlier: ‘not even emrys can save you now.’ — followed by her own magic failing her..?

both gwen and merlin seem too shocked to bring out any words for a few long seconds, and merlin seems anxious, almost unbelieving of what he had just done in front of her eyes, waiting for her to demand an explanation.

“merlin,” she manages to bring out. “thank you.” and her smile now comes more easily than her words did.

a simple confirmation that yes, she had seen. and no, she could never hate him for it.

his face hadnt completely shaken off the expression of shock yet when he cautiously returned the smile. she held out her hand and he took it, and they silently returned to the other part of the castle. later there would be time for talking. right now theres a battle going on.

#THANK U FOR ASKING ANON.......LOVE U💓 #anon #ask #merwen #merwendship

[kandi-pendragon]

The Extras in Merlin Deserved Better

I don’t know why, but I am like. In love??? With the extras on Merlin??

Elena, Mithian, Queen Annis, Daegal, Tyr Seward, Gilli, Will, Sefa, Freya? I just love all of them <3

Except Kara. We don’t talk about her here.

And something that pisses me off the most? Some of the extras (most only appeared in ONE episode) got more character, and more LINES than someone like Percival or Elyan. Like what kinda shit is that?

Daegal was just a mislead boy who lost his mother to Uther, just trying to survive, but at the last moment, just wanted something in his life to be good. To make a difference.

Tyr Seward was a simple boy, optimistic, trusting, and loyal. He would do anything for his mother, and even when he was arrested by the knights, he was able to look the king in the eye with nothing but respect, and a little bit of confusion/anxiety. Not a trace of anger or betrayal. He was so trusting that he walked right up to the bars when Gwen asked him too, which is what got him killed. He’s baby. Don’t even try to change my mind.

William of Ealdor was Stubborn, mischievous, and had a heart of gold when it came to his loved ones. He liked to pretend that he was all for himself, but when it came down to it, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for Merlin or his village. He died protecting someone that he didn’t necessarily like, and had enough life left to spare that he used his remaining time to get Merlin out from under the threat of being discovered. His last words before death were: “Merlin. Merlin, I’m scared.” He wasn’t peaceful or accepting, or brave in the face of death. He was scared. And if that isn’t heartbreaking, I don’t know what is.

Elena was a clumsy, lovable mess, who was insecure when comparing herself to other royals. “I’m not the perfect princess, am I?” Once the Shide left her body, she was more coordinated, and more level headed. She understood when Arthur said he didn’t want to marry her, and told him she felt the same. We didn’t get to see her becoming her own person, but she was probably just the same. A young woman who loved riding horses because it made her feel closer to her mother, hated high heels with a passion, and began to learn that she is just as valuable (if not more) as the princesses of other kingdoms. (Her and Mithian would have gotten along great, too, I think.)

Mithian is our next point. She was... (my bi ass wants to write an essay on how beautiful she was but that isn’t the point of this post) ...Incredible. Her father raised her so well, no doubt telling her that she could be anything she wanted to be. Raising her to care for her subjects, until she grew into the woman we met. She loves hunting, and sports, and is friendly to everyone she meets. She gives them the benefit of the doubt, and lets be honest. She had so much fun watching Arthur trip over his own feet. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, telling Odin exactly what she thinks of him. She loves her father, to the point where she lead Arthur into a trap just so her dad wouldn’t be harmed. She’s rebellious, tried time and time again to escape Morgana, or alert someone of her presence, despite the threat to herself. And at the end of the day, she just wants someone to love.

Sefa just wanted to make her father proud. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but her father was her father, and she would always love him more than life itself. She was shy, and kind hearted, and more than a little frightened of her dad. I like to think that after her father passed away, she considered joining Morgana, before ultimately deciding that she didn’t want to be part of all that bloodshed. No longer living under her father’s wing, she explored Albion, meeting strangers, taking her time to grieve, and eventually finding herself in places she never thought she’d see. It’s what she deserves.

Queen Annis was a strong woman, living under the shadow of her husbands death, but still managing to overcome her bitterness and grief, and seeing the promise of a young King’s future. She was a trusted ally for many years, and could always be depended upon in Camelot’s hour of need. I just think she’s neat.

Gilli just wanted to be noticed. And not looked down upon. He resented his father, not for not using magic, but being a stubborn man who let himself get killed, leaving his young son behind. He was stubborn, and took quite a lot of persuading, (and wrestling with some self-searching and dare I say self-loathing on Gilli’s part) before he finally realized just how strong his father was. He left Camelot with the intent on being better. and that’s really all that matters.

And of course we can’t forget Freya. This girl was so damaged, so frightened, so sure that she was a monster, that she was worth nothing, and Merlin managed to show her that she was in fact, a person capable and deserving of love. She cried when Merlin was late to visit, because she thought he abandoned her, just like everyone else did. In the span of a couple days, Merlin managed to worm his way into Freya’s life to the point where she recognized him in her animal form, and was able to control herself, when it should have been impossible. She is such a complex character, with past trauma, that shows itself in the way she always thinks she needs to be alone, leaving Merlin before he can run away with her. Not to mention, its my personal headcanon that the man that attacked her, the one who she killed, the sorceress’s son? I think that he tried to sexually assault/abuse her. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I thought he was going to kill me.” I just think that Freya was a character that a lot of people who have been sexually assaulted, or abused, could relate too. And it’s really unfair that we only had her for an episode.

Honorable mention? Mary and John, from the episode: Lamia. (S4 E8) Like, How do they know Gwen? I headcanon that Mary was Gwen’s godmother. She was best friends with Gwen and Elyan’s mother, never wanting children of her own, but falling in love with Gwen and Elyan the fist moment she held them. She would watch over them when they couldn’t go with their mother to work. Sometimes they would be able to stay with their mom while she was working for Leon’s household, hence the childhood friendship formed, but sometimes, if their mother was too tired to watch them and also do her job, Mary would take care of them >.< Idk I just think its cute.

I could write an essay about basically every minor character in Merlin. And now I kinda want someone to write a collection of one shots focusing solely on all the Extras that we met.

#bbc merlin #merlin #queen annis #will of ealdor #princess elena #princess mithian #gilli #sefa #tyr seward #daegal #merlin extras #this was a long one #freya

[viole-tmoon]

Lamia

- summary: jungkook is a vampire hunter looking to party and wants his crush. oc is a vampire who just got cheated on. what could go wrong

- genre: angst

- word count: 4k

- notes: IN PART 3 THIS FIC CHANGES TO A READER INSERT. lmk what you think! this is a reupload from my old account that got deleted. i renamed this fic!! 

- warnings: vampire fic, indecent exposure, public nudity, talking through a bathroom door, possible death mentions(i don’t remember right now), alcohol mentions and usage, cheating, sex mentions

masterlist - part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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“I’m not gonna drink your piss,” I said sipping on my vodka tonic as I watched Sana point her bottle towards me. She rolled her eyes and picked at the glitter that was all over her boobs.

“It’s just Bud Light. I don’t like it just as much as you do,” she said still obsessed with the annoying glitter. I could almost feel glitter sinking into my hair from watching her. 

As I continued to stare at Sana’s boobs, I saw from the corner of my eyes my ex, who had broken up with me less than three days ago, kissing another girl. 

I was going to puke.

“What’s wrong?” Sana inquired. “Does this push up bra make me look too thirsty?”

I heard her but I couldn’t understand a word she said. I was watching the guy who almost proposed to me tongue punch a girl I was pretty sure was a freshman. 

I wanted to die. I wanted to die.

“Hey,” Sana said snapping my attention back to her. I nodded, eyes glued to the scene before me, and sat my drink on the counter behind us. Sana eventually got the memo and turned to the scene as well.

“Oh my God,” Sana said. “And I thought he had to ‘work things out’.”

“Shut up,” I nearly shouted. I knew I was being selfish and I didn’t care. I snatched my purse off of the counter. “I’m going to the bathroom...”

I could feel my best friend staring at me. It hurt more than she could ever know to feel her pity.

I knew she wanted the best for me but I’d never felt so much pain at once because of someone who I thought loved me. Her eyes asked if I was okay but I wasn’t at all and I wasn’t going to be. I wanted to scream at him and make a scene but my face was red with confused anger and I could feel my tears already falling. I needed to leave. Unfortunately, it was one of my oldest friends, Jongin’s, party so I couldn’t leave without hearing about it tomorrow and being asked every goddamn question in the world. 

Why was this was happening to me?

I was so sure he loved me too. All I thought we needed was a break. I thought we could be happy. I thought we were meant to be beyond time and space. I thought he was my one. Sure we’d broken up a few times but he’d never done that. The scene flashed before me again as I waded through the masses of my colleagues. I was conscious of the weight of their eyes on me. They were probably wondering what was wrong and why did I seem as if I were going to cry? Jongin noticed me and I rushed away. I didn’t want to deal with anyone other than myself right now.

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{Jungkook}

“A man’s car is his life,” I said, watching my elder spray paint ‘Learn how to park’ in bright green on some poor fuck’s car. Yoongi had his tongue poked out as he observed his masterpiece. 

“If it’s his life he should take better care of it,” Yoongi said turning around and putting his hand on his juniors shoulder. 

I scratched at my forehead beneath my red cap and let the sound of leaves crunching under my shoes drown out the party. Yoongi was way too quick to anger sometimes, everyone knew it and he had quite a few enemies because of that. I watched Yoongi step closer to his friend's house, I could see that it was brimming with people. They were an hour late because Jin and Namjoon asked them to go to the store to pick up an exorbitant amount of Mountain Dew and 7up. Apparently, Jin was going to ‘surprise’ his ex who had recently left him for their professor.

“Anyways, I heard Jennie was going to be here,” Yoongi spouted as he opened the glass-paned door to the two-story house. He glanced at me with a knowing smile. Jennie was one of the few girls I had ever been interested in actually dating. She just had something about her that made her seem perfect to me. Maybe it was her eyes or the way she smiled when talking about physics but I wanted her.

“Cool,” I said nonchalantly and he chuckled.

The party was fun, while I was sober. While I was detailing a few girls about some of the trouble I’d gotten into last weekend Yoongi found me and convinced me that I had to leave if I didn’t drink five shots: in a row. After that, I wasn’t sure where I was until, about an hour in, Jennie’s eyes pulled me in, requesting that I spend quality time with her. I plowed through the waves of students, stepping on a few shoes and splashing alcohol under my boots. 

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she said, emphasizing the ‘you’.

“Really?” I said, examining her and edging in on her personal space. Jennie was usually annoyingly busy so I’d never had the chance to get to know her. She was also normally dating someone.

“You never seemed like the type,” she said with a smile. I really tried to not let people know about my personal life at university. Most people in class thought I went home and studied. Everyone I’d met outside of class had a very different picture of me.

“And what type do I seem like?”

“Like you don’t want to be here,” she said. Her face seemed closer than before and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“I mean, I can imagine of a few places I’d like to be,” I said to her and she giggled with her bright smile. We spoke for a few moments longer before I felt the consequences of those five shots and excused myself to the restroom.

On my way up the stairs, I noticed the long forming line next to the nearest bathroom and sighed. Jennie was probably getting chatted up by another guy already and that was all I could think about. I waited for a few moments before I noticed Jongin, Yoongi’s friend who was throwing the party, and asked, in a whisper, if there was anywhere else I could go. He pointed me upstairs and told me that there was a bathroom in his parent's room.

 When I finally found that room, it was hidden behind couples making out, I heard distinct wines and groaned echoing from the bathroom chamber. 

If it wasn’t one thing it was another. 

I knocked on the door, softly. I didn’t receive an answer so I waited and heard a girl continue to cry and talk on the phone to someone.

“Yeah, he kissed her and it was really hot and steamy,” a female voice said, followed by sniffles.

I want to die. 

Jennie was waiting downstairs for me and I needed to see her suck my dick at least once in my life. I couldn’t lose this opportunity because some girl was getting cheated on. I knocked again louder and more rapidly.

“Please solve this drama somewhere else,” anywhere else, “I have to piss,” I said.

“I’m sick,” the voice said with the saddest fake cough I’d heard in my life. The cough reverberated inside what I assumed was a large bathroom.

“Really?”

I heard a hiss at the door, kinky but not what I was really looking for at the moment, and she spoke again. I knew she was back on her phone. At this point, I would’ve been better off waiting in line. I banged my head on the door. I’d never see Jennie at this rate. I’d never have the chance to talk to her while she was single either. I sighed into the door. 

“When I sucked his dick that night I thought we were meant to be,” she said and I couldn’t help but smile at whatever this girl was going through as I banged my head on the wall, continuously, to let her know she was being overdramatic.

“Could you stop?”

“Nope,” I said still banging my head on the door and questioning my life’s purpose.

“You’re being an asshole, you know that?”

“You’re being a b-i-t-c-h,” I said. “Please, I really need to pee. I’m asking nicely.”

“I can’t leave here.”

“Just for like...two seconds, there’s no one around,” I said, but she had already started talking to her phone. 

I couldn’t wait any more and my dick was going to explode in the next few seconds if I didn’t relieve myself so I rushed down the steps. I watched the bathroom line and it had increased into the dining area. I searched for an exit until I spotted one to the left of the steps. I saw two large glass-paned windows filtered by a haze of smoke. I rushed over to the window panes and pushed them open. I gazed at the cerulean pool that reflected the waxing moon. The drizzling rain made ripples in the pool’s moon and I knew my night really wasn’t going to get any better. I eyed the bushes to the left of the pool and immediately ran there. I was finishing up when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Jungkook?” Jennie said. “I’ve be-”

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I never wanted to hear Yoongi’s laugh ever again.

“So...let me get this straight,” Yoongi said in between fits of laughter. “She caught you .... outside .... with your whole dick out. The girl you’ve been talking about since school started.” 

Yoongi had been going over the events over and over as if he were a tape recorder. I kept remembering it through flashbacks that I never wanted or cared to see again. Her face was so red and she stammered over her words when I stupidly turned around with my dick out. 

“Can you please shut up,” I groaned. “I get it.”

“She probably won’t even remember.”

She did. 

The next time we spoke it was the most awkward conversation in the universe. She totally avoided my eyes entirely and talked about anything but last night and when the topic came up of if she had fun she went totally silent. Whoever that girl was had ruined any chance I had with her I hoped she burned in hell. 

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{Avery}

I spread out my notebooks on the table and sighed while staring at them. History was my worst subject and I knew next to nothing. My next essay was 10 pages long and I knew I was going to fail this course. I was already on probation so I definitely needed all the help I could come by. 

Sana told me that she knew this tutor who helped her out a lot last semester and that she’d slept with him once. Apparently, he was a playboy. I tapped my pencil on the table and peeked at my phone. The guy was already 10 minutes late and I grew more restless with every passing second. I decided to scroll down Twitter with the few moments of freedom I had left. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” I heard the voice echo throughout the room. It seemed oddly familiar. I flipped through my book to the most recent page in my studies. ‘It’s fine,’ I murmured as I scanned the text for my most recently highlighted part. I didn’t even know where to begin, so this guy was a godsend for me. He scanned me over and introduced himself and I did the same. I sensed his gaze on me for a little longer than I thought was normal, so I looked up from my book.

“Do you know Jongin?” He asked as I picked my head up. “Or Yoongi?”

I shook my head and answered that I knew Jongin.

He bit his lip and nodded at his backpack. He opened it and scattered his studying objects onto our now shared table. I looked them over, eyeing them for any more details on his personality. I sighed when all I could spot were ‘ordinary’ things you’d find in any university student’s backpack. I saw pieces of scattered notebook paper, a binder, a few pencils, a textbook, and a small black book. No panties or anything interesting. 

“You just seem familiar, what high school did you go to?” He asked.

I told him and he still scratched the back of his head. He glanced over his pile before I noticed a small ‘aha’ smile on his face but I wasn’t really interested in finding out more. He seemed like the type of guy to play with you and throw you out like you were a cat’s new toy. 

I needed to ask Sana to clarify if this guy was a tutor or someone she had only fucked because he did not care in the least bit what was going on. He said that my questions made no sense and that I was grasping at straws with all of my opinions but he refused to clarify any of my questions or even put me on the right path. I groaned as I watched the clock slog on past an hour and he began putting his books away. 

“So, that’s it?” I said tapping my pen on the desk. I couldn’t help but deem this as a huge waste of my time.

“Yep, I did the best I could, good luck on your test, you’re gonna need it.”

I could only stare at this guy. While watching him I noticed how his brown hair lit up in the white light of our study box and how his pink lips curved as he put away his utensils. He was too attractive. It was almost as if he were an angel.

“I just .... don’t think you actually came here to help me, Jungkook.”

At that statement, he stared at me with a profound amount of incredulity, as if he’d never had someone be so straightforward to him.

“Why do you think that?” he asked.

I told him.

“Ah.”

“Did you like .... lose a girlfriend or something? .... Or do you just not know what you’re doing?” I said while fiddling with my pencil. I had a certain amount of rage inside me. I wasn’t going to let an asshole screw me over. I was so close to graduating and I couldn’t let him get in my way.

“Sana told me you were good and I don’t think she would lie to me .... Look I really need th-,”

“I don’t really give a shit,” he said. It was almost as if we were in a game and his true personality came out. Some part of me was surprised, at this outcome, but most of me was frustrated. 

“Why would you tutor me if you were just going to show up and do nothing.”

“I like getting paid.”

I rolled my eyes, “Please,” I begged. “I really can’t fail this.”

“It’s just a midterm.”

I rolled my eyes and in frustration threw a piece of paper at the door when he closed it, “Fuck you.”

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“I wanna die,” I said and leaned on her best friend’s shoulder. I couldn’t believe I was going to fail my history midterm all because of a stupid guy. Sana stroked my hair, while Jihyo watched, and cooed to me that it was going to be okay and that there were plenty of tutors out there.  

“You said he was the best you’d ever had,” I whined. A part of me was worried that she might have meant that specifically sexually but I had no clue. I drank until I couldn’t feel my face and whined to Sana and Jihyo about how I was never going to graduate.

When I had turned away from the bar to get drinks for my friends I bumped into a hard chest. I managed to get half of my beverages on his white shirt. Fuck, was the only word going through my head. I shot out a ‘Sorry’, but immediately regretted it when I looked up and noticed that he held the same scowl I had seen less than 6 hours ago. I wanted to die but I also smiled at the karmic resolution the universe had placed before me. 

“So—rry,” I said slowly, as I stared at his white shirt with a pout.

“Jesus Christ, Avery,” Jungkook said while pulling on the hem of his now discolored shirt. I let out a tiny smile at his dismay.

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t be such a baby,” I said as I grabbed the nearest paper towels and pressed them on his shirt. I felt the impression of his abs underneath and was surprised by how sculpted they were. I stopped pondering for a moment before I heard an ‘ahem’ coming from the annoying guy. I pouted when I noticed that his shirt refused to return to its original state. “Let me get these .... drinks to my friends and we’ll figure something out.”

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I stared at the washer and then inspected Jungkook who was in my father’s largest white. He seemed ridiculously cute to have such a bad personality.  I didn’t feel bad at all when I rinsed detergent all over his precious shirt that he had complained about all the way up here. 

“If it doesn’t come out you owe me so much money,”

“How much could a white button-up cost?”

“It’s a Kanye West or-ig-i-nal,” he stated as he sipped on the beer can he’d stolen from my tiny refrigerator. I couldn’t believe this asshole ruined my entire day and college career.

“You know you can go to your dorm and wait,” I said pushing open the laundromat door.

“And miss out on the free alcohol you owe me? No way,” he said.

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As soon as I opened my dorm door he spotted my refrigerator once again, much to my chagrin. This guy was going to drink me out of a house and home. I sat on my bed and opened my laptop while I watched him open another can. 

“You really don’t remember me do you?” he said in the most drawled out tone. My bed shifted under his weight. 

“As the worst tutor I’ve ever had? Of course, I do.”

At that statement, he threw the rest of his body onto my bed and I knew I needed him out of my bedroom before I strangled him. He came in here as if he owned the place.

“You,” he said while drunkenly waving a finger in my vague direction, “kept me away from my future girlfriend.” I was glad when I saw that he was losing his ability to speak but upset when he decided my bed was the perfect place to rest.

I made a face of incredulity at his statement and decided to pry his beer from his drunk hand. “Ok .... That’s enough for you,” I said. He must’ve had me confused with someone who gave a shit.

“Maybe even wife .... whatever dude ....,” he said grasping for my drink as I pulled it away from him. He muttered out a few words before falling fully asleep in my room.

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{Jungkook}

I was pretty sure I was in a girl’s room. 

Which girl I had no clue. 

I stretched over in the empty bed and searched frantically to no avail for my phone.

“You talk in your sleep and cuddle a lot,” Avery said over the sound of rushing waters to which I let out a ‘huh.’ She came into my view wearing my shirt. What the fuck? I thought as I stared at my dick. Dude!!! I put my hand over my face and peered back at her. She looked really cute in it. Too cute. She wore it as if it belonged to her. I couldn’t help but think about ripping it off of her, for multiple unspecified reasons. 

“Um, did I? Did we?” A lot of me was pissed that I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants with a girl that I hated, but watching her in that made me reconsider. She giggled and I was scared yet excited for her answer

“Yeah, you proposed to me,” she said and covered her face as if she were embarrassed. I felt all of the life drain of me. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with me? When was drunk me going to realize that there are consequences to my actions? The onslaught of giggles made me reconsider my descent into madness. 

“Dude, you’re so gullible,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt. A certain part of me grew in anticipation for the outcome of her actions but I pouted when I found out that she had a shirt underneath. 

“We didn’t have sex...You did try to cuddle me a ton,” Avery said before gliding her way to her bathroom. “You owe me, like, 10 study sessions, dude. You’re welcome,” she said. I was left with my thoughts before she peeked her head back in. “Also, I told Jennie you were gay,” she said with a snigger. 

My whole body froze.

“You’re literally the most gullible person on the planet,” she said while throwing her head back in ungodly laughter.

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{Avery}

The first few times we studied I was exhilarated at the pace at which he taught me. After the events of last week, he seemed way more inclined to help me in my struggles. I was surprised by how organized and studious he was in contrast to his asshole exterior. He showed me how he kept track of his ideas and why I needed to study at least once a day. This was our last study session so I needed it to be in a quiet environment, so we decided on his room.

“Did Jennie talk to you today?”

“This isn’t going to help you,” Jungkook said as he watched me answer questions on the quiz he’d created for me. I sighed at the feeling of his scrutinizing gaze on me. I was glad that he was helping me but it felt as if I were in boot camp. The boy didn’t know when to take a break, his energy was overwhelming. I could tell he was leaning in closer when I smelt his musky honey scent creeping in.

“You’re probably not going to understand this one,” he said as he pointed at the question.

“I feel like it’s .... George Washington?”

“You’re closer than .... Napoleon?”

I sighed as I rubbed my finger on the desk. I was really glad for his help. I sensed his shadow creep in on my personal space and heard his chair roll closer to me.

“So, what do you suspect the answer is?” he asked. I could tell he was teasing me and I wasn’t able to focus on my memory. 

I groaned, “Could I get a hint?”

“Do you really think I’m going to give you a hint,” he asked while watching my emotions run over the question he had asked me. I pouted at my page.

“Yes...?” I sighed. We’d been working really hard to make sure I understood everything and I still couldn’t comprehend it. I sat my forehead on my desk. I felt him pull my chair closer to him and I had completely forgotten my last few thoughts. 

“I just feel like you’re stressing yourself out over nothing.”

“Mmm,” I let out. I was more than tired and had considered drinking coffee for the first time in at least two years. I turned my face so that my cheek sat on my cool desk and peered at his big bunny eyes. I noticed his arm wrap around my waist and he started speaking again, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying, I was obsessed with the way his touch felt against my shirt and how cozy his hand felt. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

“This is something you should focus on,” he said while pointing at my book. He watched me and I was sure he could tell I was dazed and confused. His lips turned into a grin before he pulled his face to my ear.

“I don’t think you’re listening,” he said, into my earlobe. I was surprised by his closeness and my goosebumps raised. I let out an ‘mmm’ and ‘I am’ absentmindedly. He pulled my chair until I was flush against him. I wanted to whine in embarrassment but I couldn’t even let that croak out of me.  He pulled away from me and my body missed the warmth he presented. My face slid so that my forehead was back on the table to avoid his gaze.

“It’s okay to look at me,” he said while lifting his hand onto my neck to press on any of my tensions. I peeked back up at him and was surprised to find his lips on mine in less than a second. Sana had told me a little about how he kissed but she never explained it like this. She never really gave it the amount of praise it deserved. His lips were like pillows and the gates to heaven. I never wanted someone more in my life. He pulled away from me in a knowing gaze.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, while smoothing his thumb over my lips. I knew he could see the dumbfounded look on my face and I wished I could take it all back.

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#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #my writing

[lesamis]

Please tell us about owen wilde and yourself!!!

happily, anon! i’m titling this over-long response “Literary Gay Crushes On Keats: The Wilde & Owen Feature”. 

wilde’s writing on keats is stunning. keats plays something of an odd role in gay literary iconography among english writers: he’s an object of desire as much as of identification; his appearance, the sensuality of his poetry, and his perpetually unfulfilled sexuality all provide obvious reasons for this. but wilde’s affection for keats was intensely personal. he writes that he loves keats, that much is easily said, but the list of attributes he provides is detailed, generous, and a little bit quirky. he even mentions the cat anecdote. 

differently put, wilde admires keats’s poetry in a literary sense, as his open appreciation of beauty fits right into the aesthetic movement, but he also sees it as an expression of youthful genius and sensual tenderness that resonates with him on a more personal level. he ascribes genuine beauty to keats himself, his character, his body. he was approached by keats’s niece, emma speed, when he toured america, and through her acquired access to some of keats’s manuscripts. thanking her, he writes: 

[…] now I am half enamoured of the paper that touched his hand, and the ink that did his bidding, grown fond of the sweet comeliness of his charactery, for since my boyhood I have loved none better than your marvellous kinsman, that godlike boy, the real Adonis of our age, who knew the silver-footed messages of the moon, and the secret of the morning, who heard in Hyperion’s vale the large utterance of the early gods, and from the beechen plot the light-winged Dryad, who saw Madeline at the painted window, and Lamia in the house at Corinth, and Endymion ankle-deep in lilies of the vale, who drubbed the butcher’s boy for being a bully, and drank confusion to Newton for having analysed the rainbow. In my heaven he walks eternally with Shakespeare and the Greeks, and it may be that some day he will lift “his hymenaeal curls from out his amber gleaming wine, | With ambrosial lips will kiss my forehead, clasp the hand of noble love in mine.”

Again I thank you for this dear memory of the man I love, and thank you also for the sweet and gracious words in which you give it to me: it were strange in truth if one in whose veins flows the same blood as quickened into song that young priest of beauty, were not with me in this great renaissance of art which Keats indeed would have so much loved, and of which he, above all others, is the seed.

he also wrote two sonnets, the grave of keats and on the sale by auction of keats’s love letters, as well as this essay in his memory. 

owen finds it similarly easy to identify with keats, but, i think, for different reasons. their lives were strangely parallel; they were born a century apart in the respective 90s of their age (keats 1795, owen 1893), died young, suffered much, and left remarkable literary legacies. keats’s influence is extremely obvious in owen’s earliest poems, some of which are literally about keats, like written in a wood, september 1910 (“Yet shall I see fair Keats, and hear his lyre”), or this sonnet. 

owen admired keats’s style and agreed with his philosophy, but keats was also an object of hero-worship and affection that translated directly to owen’s later love for sassoon. he writes to his mother about the strangeness of his own love for keats, as “to be in love with a youth and a dead-un is perhaps sillier than with a real, live maid”. in fact, if you read owen’s letters from this time and have also read keats’s from when he was a similar age, it’s really difficult not to get emotional about how similar they are in tone. owen was trying to trace keats’s path through england, seeking out locations where keats stayed in hampstead and teignmouth, in what he describes as a “pilgrimage”. keats did exactly the same in the footsteps of his own literary heroes a century earlier.

all this, then, is wrapped up in owen’s most famous letter to sassoon:

I held you as Keats + Christ + Elijah + my Colonel + my father-confessor + Amenophis IV in profile.          What’s that mathematically?          In effect it is this: that I love you, dispassionately, so much, so very much, dear Fellow, that the blasting little smile you wear on reading this can’t hurt me in the least.

as opposed to wilde, to whom keats seems to have offered above all else aesthetic inspiration, i think to owen, keats was a source of comfort and security. this is why he recognises him in sassoon, who “fixed” his life: keats appears to have been something of a home to owen, a point of orientation, recognition, and safety. to which i can only say, from the bottom of my heart; well, fuck. 

(my own gay crush on keats, while utterly insignificant and also embarrassing, is still kind of a product of this same tradition: one that transfigures keats and has been doing so since shelley wrote adonais. keats had people who loved him dearly when he was alive; everything that came after is as much imagined as real. loving keats, as we do, after his death, is far more meaningful for each person who loves him than it could ever be for keats’s memory.) 

#yknow all those criticism youtubers who make vids abt parasocial relationships? it's that but gay and literary #anyway thank you anon! i'm so unbelievably bored without a classroom to channel this in #shouting into the void and also at you specifically about keats is a wonderful outlet #asks #anon #john keats #wilfred owen #oscar wilde #lilli talks #romanticism chats

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The Sea of Space

Ambient Techno Experimental Side A 00:00 Essaie Pas - New Path / 04:31 Anne Muller - Solo Repeat ! / 10:35 Urlich Schnauss - Attraktor (Remixed 2019) / 14:50 Conjoint - Teste / 19:21 Fjordne - Propheteia / 20:30 Move D & Peter Namlook - Starrs Stripes / 36:07 Depeche Mode - Little 15 (Urlich Schnauss Remix) / 40:43 Orson Hentschel - Facade II / 48:28 Peine Perdue - Tokyo (Recto) Side B 53:08 She Spread Sorrow - Crushed on The Pillow / 59:43 Atrium Carceri - Frozen Headlights / 62:50 Lamia Vox - False Temple / 69:38 Dreissk - Set / 72:34 Nivherk - After Its Own Death Side / 89:14 Semiomine - Holding Patterns / 93:39 Oranssi Pazuzu - Uusi Teknokratia / 101:18 Dakota Suite & Vampilla - The Sea is Never Full (Part 2) Pandemia 2020

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