if god had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth

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favorite literary classics ◆ Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ◆ 1847

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!” 

“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”
- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1847)

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!
—  Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

anonymous asked:

What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

MOD Saeran happily serving you :) 

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Staycation Vacation

Requested

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“Goddamn, we need a vacation.”

You watched as Dean plopped down on the couch, covered in a goo you didn’t even want to know where it came from. Sam looked just as bad but had enough strength to sit upright.

“Yeah,” Sam said, wearily and full of sarcasm. “A vacation. Just like a normal family.”

“I think it’d be a nice idea,” you said. “You two desperately need it.”

The brothers looked over at you before sharing a look between themselves.

“Well,” Sam started.

“I mean, we’ve covered a lot of cases recently,” Dean added.

“There’s no major apocalypse happening right now…”

“A few days off never hurt anyone.”

“Well, that’s settled,” you said. “So, where y’all going?”

“Nuh-uh,” Dean said, pulling himself from the couch and heading for the kitchen. “You’re coming with us.”

“Why?” you called after him but didn’t get an answer. You turned to Sam. “I mean, you two are the hunters. I just live here. My life is already a vacation.”

“True, but you’re family.”

Dean stepped back in, beers in one hand, Sam’s laptop in the other. He tossed the machine on his brother’s lap, earning a grunt from him, before settling down next to him. “So, where should we start?”

“Tropical?” you suggested.

“I’m not really into swim trunks and fruity drinks,” Dean said, lifting the bottle to his lips. “Although women in coconut bikinis are always striking.”

“Definitely not tropical,” Sam said, typing something into the search bar.

“Amusement park?” you said. “Like….”

“Please don’t say–”

“Disney World?”

“No. Hell no,” Dean said. “I’m not setting foot in that tourist trap. Too many kids and giant mice and…” He shook his head with a grimace.

“What about a road trip? Like visiting all those roadside attractions. World’s largest ball of twine, world’s largest ball of paint, world’s largest rocking chair, world’s largest bottle of ketchup, world’s largest–”

“Pain in my ass?” Dean asked. “Because that’s what you’re starting to be.”

“Be nice,” Sam gently chided.

“You’re the one who brought up the idea of a vacation,” you pointed out. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Right. Sorry.”

The three of you examined vacation spots for hours, but nothing appealed to any of you one hundred percent.

“Maybe we should just forget this,” Dean said. “We’ll just have a staycation here in the bunker. Order in some food, watch some shitty cable.”

“Yeah, that sounds exciting,” Sam said.

An idea began to form in your mind. It wasn’t something you were too pleased about, but you couldn’t help but think that the brothers might enjoy it. There was plenty to do in the surrounding area, but the location was large enough that they shouldn’t get bored. It had the elements of a staycation as well as a vacation.

“Um, I think I know of a place,” you said.

“If you say Disney World again, I swear I’m gonna–”

“No, Dean.”

“So, where’re you thinking?” Sam asked.

“It’s… a surprise. But I think you’re going to like it.” You stood, heading down the hall. “Pack your bags. We’ll need to leave by eight if we want to get there before dinner.”

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“All right, make a left up there.”

“Uh,” Dean said. “This doesn’t seem like a vacation-y place. Are you sure you know where we’re going?”

“Yes, Dean. Just keep driving. Left.”

Dean turned left, following the road until he reached a gate.

“What the hell,” he said. “This is a residence. I knew you didn’t know–”

“1987.”

“Excuse me?”

“The passcode. 1987.”

Dean looked to his left and saw a little keypad nestled inside what looked like a birdhouse. He shot a look back to you in the rearview before rolling the window down and pressing the keys. The gate began to swing open, revealing a long drive.

“Okay, what the hell is happening here?”

“Just drive,” you said. “Take the right fork when we get to it.”

Dean continued to drive, slightly wary of this whole situation. He watched in the rearview as the gate closed behind him.

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Carefully, he pulled the gun from the glovebox, just in case.

The fork in the road appeared and Dean took the right division. He followed it until he pulled up to a large, beautiful house.

“What is this, some sort of resort?”

You didn’t answer, simply exited the car. The brothers followed you to the front door, watching as you pulled a key out of your pocket. It unlocked the door to their surprise.

Stepping into the foyer felt like stepping into a movie. A large, double staircase greeted the group, a glittering chandelier hanging in the middle. To the left, a hall led to a kitchen, if the glimpse of a fridge in the end room was any indication. To the right, a parlor, with an ornate couch in view. A few doors were in either of the side halls, inciting interest.

“Make yourselves at home,” you said, stepping down the hall to the kitchen. The boys followed you, watching as you opened the fridge, examining the contents. You nodded in approval before stepping to the cabinets, finding more goodies there.

“So, where exactly are we?” Dean asked.

“Promise you won’t… freak out.”

“Oh my God. Did we break into someone’s house?”

“No. This is my house.”

The brothers were quiet a moment before Dean started laughing. “Yeah, right,” he said.

“I’m serious. Well, partially. This is technically the guest house located on the property where I grew up. But I did move out of ‘the big house’ when I was fifteen and settled in here, so…”

“You mean there’s a house bigger than this?”

“Yeah. Down the left fork.”

The brothers shared a look before darting out of the kitchen, exploring every nook and cranny of the house they could find (though they were wary of getting lost). They found the parlor, the billiards room, the in-home theater, the six different bedrooms, the library, the office, the art studio, the wine cellar, the walk-in pantry (that was as large as the bunker’s kitchen). Outside they saw a tennis court, a swimming pool, a fire pit, a basketball court, a croquet field, and what looked like a horse stable in the distance.

They managed to weave their way back to the parlor, where you sat, flipping through a magazine.

“There’s a bigger house?” Dean asked.

“Yes, but I’d rather not go there. Bad memories, if you know what I mean.”

The brothers sat on the couch across from you (the plushest, softest leather either of them had ever felt). “When were you going to tell us about this?” Sam asked.

“About what?”

“The fact that you’re loaded!” Dean said.

“I’m not. I mean, I have money, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t–”

“You’ve seen our lifestyle,” Dean said. “You know you’re loaded.”

You sighed. “If it helps, I shared the wealth.”

The brothers shared a confused look. “Is that how our accounts suddenly had four times the amount we thought they had?” Sam asked.

You nodded. “I made monthly deposits. I wanted to feel like I was contributing.”

The brothers said nothing for a while.

“Look, I know this is kind of lame,” you said. “But Dean mentioned a staycation and I figured it would be nice for you two to get away from the bunker. We can still order in food and watch crappy TV, but now you also have access to…” You waved your hand vaguely around.

“This is too much,” Sam said.

“Please. Let me give this to you. You deserve it.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, elbowing his brother. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”  

psychorable  asked:

Okay so, I'm huge Barbra Streisand fan, and I've had this thought, what if Harry missed your birthday, and to make it up to you he takes you to a concert where you guys are arranged to me Barbra Streisand? I don't know, I know it sounds totally random but I think it would be cute :)

First of all I’m so sorry for the long wait! but I do hope this is worth it.

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Harry has never, ever missed a birthday before.

When you two first started going out that was the first thing he asked was what was your birthday. Ever since, in the two year relationship you both shared your birthday was celebrated.

Except this year.

You honestly were not that upset, sure it sucked but you knew Harry’s brain was on the fritz. With the new album and the movie he was is going very well not to mention all the personal shit that has happened before you could understand if he forgot. Plus it was just the one, you two had plenty of birthdays together in the future. So, as he went to do a concert you just celebrated with a small group of friends. Yes, they dragged his name in the dirt for forgetting but you tried to assure them it was fine.

You were going to let it go, or at least brush it off, but no. If you knew anything about Harry from being with him you knew good and well when he realizes something he goes into dramatic mode. This particular episode was when you got a phone call after you just got done with your exercise for the day.

“Baby?”

WHY DIDN’T YEH CAWUL ME I FORGOT! OH MY FOOKIN’ GOD I FORGOT YEH BUTHDAY!”

“Baby calm down! It’s fine you had to do a concert and it slipped it’s no big deal!”

“Yes it is! Oh my God I am the wuhst boyfriend evah,” he groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh at how he was taking this.

“Baby please, it’s fine seriously. People forget stuff, besides we have plenty of birthdays in the future! And you are not the worst boyfriend ever okay? You are the best, hardworking, talented, most beautiful boyfriend ever and I still love you like crazy.”

There was a pause, before he sighed on the other end.

“Yeh promise?” He asked sounding unsure, God you wanted to hug him. He was beating himself up over something like this and all you wanted to do was to insure him it was okay.

“With all my heart and soul I promise,” you replied and you can feel the smile on the other end.

“Okay…I am going to make oop for it yeh do know thah’,” he argued and you just laugh.

“Just come back to me safely, that’ll be my late birthday present,” you told him.

When he did you ran and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug. You could feel him squeezing you and covering your face in kisses which always made you laugh.

“God I missed yeh,” he sighed, practically leaning on you but you gently tapped him on the back to get back up.

“Come on you big log lets get your things and we can cuddle so you can sleep. I know you have to be jet lagged.”

“A li’ile,” he rubbed his eyes in a child like manner, pushing to get his stuff inside before finally allowing you to just drag him to the bed where he fell fast asleep on you as you played in his hair. He always claims he sleeps better when he is near you, hell finally smelling him and feeling his warmth lulled you to sleep too.

But when he woke up he always kisses you until you finally wake, there you both just lay. He tells you about the tour while you tell him about work. You talk all the time, but being together like this meant everything.

“Oh! I goh’ a surprise for yeh,” he moves a bit then walks over to his travel bag before getting back on the bed and handed it to you.

“I told you no gifts!” You told him but he shook his head.

“It’s noh I promise,” he argued. You just give him a look before slowly opening the envelope. It was a birthday card…you could deal with birthday cards. But when you actually opened the card you saw something slide out. You picked it up, only to have your eyes bugged out.

“I take that as a yeh luike it?” Harry asked sounding hopeful. “I know I kinda luied buh I could noh deal with missin’ yeh birthday.”

You looked at him then at his gift, tickets…front row tickets to see Barbra Streisand. The Barbra Streisand, the woman was your queen. You never got a chance to see her live before…you even told Harry that seeing her was on your bucket list. The fact he snagged this for you…and front row!

“Oh I also pulled some strings for a meet and greet,” Harry added with a smirk. You honestly had no idea why he flinched at your loud screaming, he knew you were going to do that he had to! You clung to him in a tight hug, almost knocking the life out of him but covering his face in kisses seemed to please him.


“Oh my God what the hell am I gonna wear?” You mutter looking at everything, about to sink to the floor and say just forget it. It was the night of the concert but you were in a panic. You were going to see Barbra Streisand, you are not going to wear just Plain Jane clothes.

“Baby will yeh calm down?” Harry had to laugh at you wrapping his arms around you. He of course was wearing his typical black skinny jeans and a floral shirt that looked a dad could wear. But of course he could pull it off, this was Harry we were talking about. You, not so much.

“Yeh gonna be okay, just wear that grey dress yeh luike so mooch,” He helped out getting the dress he was talking about. You sighed and took it, figuring you trust him enough to know what he was talking about. Course with him you could wear a paper bag and he would think you were amazing. That is who Harry was, and you loved him for it.

Still, you were sweating bullets, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest in nerves. More so when you two finally arrived at the concert, just walking there and showing your passes and walked right on in. Before, you never would have dreamed of walking backstage let alone with such ease. But with Harry you were doing it, this was a clear reality. Even though you insist that he didn’t, and in fact shouldn’t spend his money on you. You even used the term “kept woman” but Harry wanted to.

He wanted to give you the fine things in life, to experience things he knew he could provide. He knows you weren’t some girl who was just after the title and the wealth, that was why he did it you suppose. The idea of spoiling you made him happy, and what was the harm in that? He even told you as long as you loved him he was happy, that you didn’t have to give him anything. He just wanted your love, and you gave it, and he returns the favor in a very grand, very Harry way.

You got closer to the meet and greet, you could feel your knees buckle and your breathing getting short. Harry stops with you, squeezing your hand in support.

“I’m going to make an ass of myself,” you told him but he just smiles shaking his head.

“Yeh noh’, come on,” he gently tugs at you. You however, do not budge.

“Yes I am I’m going to be a nervous wreck and or say something so stupid and I’m going to make a pure jackass of myself!”

“YN, remembah when we fuhst met?” He asked and you nod groaning a bit.

“I was a jackass then too, pretty sure I told you you were super pretty,” you remembered.

“Buh whoh did I say?” He asked, you looked at him, a small smile appearing across your face.

“You told me I wasn’t so bad looking myself,” you replied with a small laugh.

“And evah since I’ve been madly in love, noh sayin’ I wan’ yeh to run away with Barbra Streisand buh,” he laughed wrapping his hands around your waist. “I know yeh norvous, buh I know she will love yeh. Noh as moch as me buh close.”

With that he kisses your forehead and takes your hand as you both walk into the meet and greet. Then you saw her, your idol…your everything…the woman who hung the moon and stars. The same woman where you try to sing to the top of your lungs to her songs in the shower. Right there, in the pure flesh.

“Harry!” Barbra smiled hugging him. “They told me you were here. And who is this pretty girl?”

Oh my God Barbra Streisand thought you were pretty!

“This is muy guhlfriend YN, she’s a big fan of yehs,” he introduced you to her. For a moment you just froze, she was there…she was right there…in the flesh, looking at you. Holding out her hand to you in a handshake.

“It’s lovely to meet you!” She spoke, you did find it in your brain to actually function and shake her hand. A goofy smile appeared across your face.

“It’s an honor…really,” words came out of your mouth…at least you could do that! You took the pictures with her, she even signed something for you. Telling your goodbyes you walked to get to your place at the concert…but not without screaming out to the top of your lungs causing Harry to jump.

At first he looked horrified, but when you pulled him into a big hug he laughed hugging you back.

“If yeh act like this now I need to step oop my game for yeh next buthday,” he squeezed you giving you a kiss on the head. “Come on baby.”

You were basically attached to his hip the rest of the night, giving him so many thank yous and I love yous. Kisses on his cheek and tiny squeals. A smile never left his face. He knew he did good making up for your late birthday.

Maybe asking you to marry him would have to wait until the next birthday.

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Eight)

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One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

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When the hustle and bustle of Villeneuve fell to a haunting silence in the late hours of the evening, that’s when a particular stranger crept further down the cobblestone road. Vayle had been pleased with the leisurely progress of her plan thus far, and she had decided the time was now to accelerate its pace. She removed her cloak, draping a deep blue cloth around her head and underneath her chin. Tying it securely, the old woman tamed loose strands of pale, frizzy hair and strolled deeper into the shadows.

Only two men, known throughout the village as Tom and Dick, were seen hovering in the streets, their breaths stinking of alcohol as they gulped their final drink of the night. Vayle stepped behind an abandoned carriage and observed them closely as the inebriated men fell onto the stone steps underneath the back door of a local tavern.

“Won’t be surprised if we sleep through the wedding tomorrow,” Dick slurred his words.

“We can’t miss it. Everyone’s talking about Gaston; They all think he’s going to be there.”

“At the wedding? He wouldn’t dare show his face around that castle.”

“He’s Gaston. Doubt he’d care,” Tom spoke matter-of-factly as Dick huffed in agreement.

It was a perfect segway into her introduction, Vayle thought as the two villagers elaborated on the war hero. The old woman had been stalking her daughter for weeks, recently attempting to kill her in the woods after unleashing a pack of wolves. But this Gaston, when he saved her daughter, well, Vayle could envision his significant importance in her plan. He was the only reason Anne would stay; She had seen her daughter’s enlivened expressions when she was around him, she could confidently sense her internal battle to stay in Villeneuve or return home. It was all so perfect. Vayle was conniving, as vicious as she was dangerous, and she couldn’t dwell on the thought of losing Anne to this monster. The old woman had her reasons...

“Gaston, Gaston, Gaston, Gaston,” Vayle moved from behind the carriage, revealing her presence to the two awestruck men. Her words oozed with disgust as she spoke steadily. “I swear, is that man all you two ever discuss?”

“Who the hell are you?” Tom rose from his seated position, swaying unsteadily.

“I’ve been following you,” she announced, ignoring their questions. “And I’m aware of your hatred for Gaston. He’s someone I’ve had my eye on as well.”

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ES Book 2 Connections/Theories

So after discovering Rourke’s Computer Password and the different constellations, I tried looking up the legends behind the different constellations to see if they connect anywhere.

This is what I’ve found… Your welcome to make your own theories based on this information. I have no idea what will happen in Book 2 but there are some similarities in the constellations and places where they connect.

Jake: Lupus (Wolf) and Raj: Centaurus (Centaur)

In ancient times, the constellation “Lupus” was a group of stars inside “Centaurus” and was considered to be an animal being killed or about to be killed for Centaurus.

If you didn’t rescue Raj in Book 1, is there a chance he’s out for vengeance and tries to kill Jake?

Michelle: Pavo (Peacock)

I thought this was interesting because its the story of someone who was unfaithful and cheated on their spouse. What’s also interesting is the Goddess related to the Peacock is known for her jealous and vengeful nature against Zeus’s other lovers.

Zeus lusted after a beautiful princess of Argos named “Lo”. Zeus turned “Lo” into a cow (How romantic!) so he could sneak her past his wife, Hera. (Hera is the Goddess of Women and Marriage and in Greek Mythology, The Queen of Heaven) Hera saw through Zeus’ trick and asked Zeus to give her the cow as a gift. It would be insulting not to so he did and then Hera banished Princess Lo and arranged for a creature with 100 eyes (Argus) to guard the pregnant Princess. Zeus asked Hermes to save Lo so Hermes killed Argus. Hera put his hundreds of eyes on the tail of a peacock (Her favorite bird).

Zahra: Corvus (Raven), Craig: Ursa Major (Bear) and Rourke: “Hydra”

Corvus is also a legend of unfaithfulness - Maybe it has something to do with why Craig & Zahra are no longer together? Also Corvus was cursed to be forever thirsty - Might that have anything to do with how much Zahra drinks? Or was that just a funny quirk?

Rourke is said to represent “Hydra” which a Hydra is also a sea monster but John H. Rogers said that Hydra signified Ningishzida, God of the Underworld. He said that Corvus and Crater (Along with Hydra) were symbols of death and marked the gate to the underworld. The name “ Ningishzida” translates to Lord of the Good Tree. He is depicted as a serpent with a human head ((Similar to Aleister!))

Also it’s worth noting that the legend of Ursa Major is ALSO about unfaithfulness. The wife of the one who cheated turned his lover into a bear so that she would no longer be attractive to her husband.

Quinn: Delphinus (Dolphin), Neptune’s Cove and Aleister: Serpens (Serpent)

A rich poet/court musician was traveling home with all his wealth but seeing all his wealth, the crew of the ship turned against him. Threatened with death, he asked to be granted one last wish which the crew allowed… He wanted to sing a dirge (Which is a song for the dead). After he did this he flung himself into the sea but before he drowned he was rescued by a dolphin that had been charmed by his music.

If this has any relation to Quinn… it would seem that the Poet accepted his death but before he died he was rescued.

In your suite you find a lover’s letter asking them to meet them at “Neptune’s Cove”

Neptune is the Roman name for Poseidon. Poseidon fell in love with a water nymph on an island and fell in love with her. She refused him but he was not discouraged. He asked his servant, a dolphin, to look for her. The dolphin found her, pleaded Poseidon’s case so persuasively that she changed her mind. As a reward for finding and returning the nymph, Poseidon immortalized the dolphin as the constellation, Dolphinus.

This doesn’t explain Neptune’s Cove but maybe Quinn will have something to do with it down the line.

Serpens was a snake held by the healer Asclepius. The healer once killed a snake but it resurrected after a second snake placed a revival herb on it before its death. Snakes shedding their skin every year represents rebirth in Greek Society - Legend says the healer would revive dead humans with the same technique he witnessed.

Could there be a relation between these two? Will Aleister find a way to heal Quinn?

MC: Andromeda (Chained Princess) & The Sea Monster

Andromeda’s parents said that she was more beautiful than the Nereids so Poseidon sends a sea monster to ravage their city as punishment. Andromeda’s parents are told that the only way to get the sea monster to leave them alone is to chain Andromeda to a rock and offer her as a sacrifice. Luckily she is rescued by Perseus who marries her after.

Maybe there’s some connection between MC and the Sea Monster?

Also it’s mentioned that this story is an example of the “Princess and the Dragon” Motif which is the popular, “Princess in trouble… Needs rescuing from a dragon or other scary monster… Prince saves her.” But the reference to the word dragon could have some tie to Draco/Estela especially since there are scenes you can unlock where Estela admits to having previous memories with MC but can’t remember anything but bits and pieces. 

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That’s all I found. Poor Diego’s by himself… His constellation represents a hunting dog and the only thing Sean had in common was he was mentioned on the Wiki page of Zahra’s constellation but only briefly.

Were you able to come up with any theories based on these connections? If so please share them and tag me or comment!! I can hardly wait for Book 2 in July and love brainstorming new ideas!

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fictional ladies of the 19th century: Jane Eyre 

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are! 

Burning it Down Smaug x Reader: All parts thus far

The moment that you felt the mountain tremble beneath your feet you knew for certain that Bilbo had awoken the beast. Running purely on adrenaline and concern, you rushed through the narrow passageways until you reached a great hall. The sight that met your eyes took your breath away. The hall itself was much larger than you had ever imagined. It was constructed of beautifully carved stone columns and was filled with enough gold to surely buy the entire world. You would have loved nothing more than to admire and explore this architectural work of art for hours on end, but you had to find Bilbo. You hadn’t even begun to formulate any sort of rescue plan, you just knew that you couldnt leave him to face Smaug’s wrath alone.

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A History of Parseltongue By Salazar Slytherin

Obscurus Books is eternally thankful to Harry James Potter for offering to translate Salazar Slytherin's History of Parseltongue. Now available in English, Latin, Spanish, Chinese and in the original Parseltongue, here is an excerpt from the book:

Introduction

Parseltongue, a language now viewed as a mark, a mark of Darkness and evil. But this now hated language was once viewed as a mark of a healer, prophet and high priest/priestess. How has the truth of this ancient and noble gift been corrupted so completely that its past has been entirely forgotten?

Parseltongue is the language of serpents and other magical serpentine creatures such as the Runespore, Naga, Basilisk, Ashwinder, Sea Serpents and even Wyverns. Any human being who can speak Parseltongue is known as a Parselmouth or ‘Snake-Speaker’. While the commonly hereditary gift of Parseltongue is now viewed as a rare skill, this was not always the case. There was once a time when there were many Parselmouths roaming this planet but now these numbers have dwindled to a short few due to interbreeding with non-Parselmouths. This interbreeding has caused this once revered gift to become a whisper. There are many historical legends which inadvertently speak of the creation of Parselmouths and all will be touched on in this book. But let me finish this introduction with a final message: forget what you think you know about Parselmouths and the gift of Parseltongue because the truth is like nothing you could ever imagine.

Chapter One: The Origins of Parseltongue and Parselmouths

All around the world there have been snake deities; Gods and Goddesses who could speak to snakes and serpents. And there were also serpentine creatures themselves which were revered as deities. From the Feathered Serpent of the Americas to the Naga of Eastern Asia Serpent deities have been around since the dawn of time. So are Parselmouths the mortal children of these great beings? Or are we something else entirely?

The Feathered Serpent is a prominent deity found in multiple religions in the Americas. To the Aztecs it was called Quetzalcoatl, to the Mayans this deity was called Kukulkan, Q'ug'umatz and Tohil. Instead of being some mystical single deity as the Muggles during believed, these species of serpent are actually distant relatives of the Chinese wind dragons and Wyverns which are believed to have flown over from Asia and evolved as a separate species, complete with their own identifiable characteristics. These feathered serpents are now under the classification of serpentine dragon like their featherless cousin the Wyvern.

A Wyvern is a magical winged serpent with a barbed tail which is as sharp as the blade of a freshly polished sword and unlike their cousins, dragons; Wyverns have no legs and are incapable of breathing fire. Instead these flying serpents with leathery bat-like wings are capable of creating one of the most deadly venoms on the planet. This species also is capable of biting their prey and not injecting their venom as is quite common during hatching season since baby Wyverns are unable to eat poisoned meat. Like the Feathered Serpents, Wyverns are under the classification of serpentine dragons.

Now, the Naga were deities found in Hinduism and Buddhism throughout Asia who took the form of a large snake – specifically the King Cobra. These 'deities’ had the upper body of a mortal human being but the lower body of a serpent. A male Naga is called a Nag while a female Naga is called a Nagi or Nagini. In India, Nagas are considered to be spirits of nature and the protectors of springs, wells and rivers. They bring rain, and thus fertility, but are also thought to bring disasters such as floods and drought. According to traditions Nagas are only malevolent to humans when they have been mistreated. In many countries throughout Asia, the Naga concept has been merged with local traditions of great and wise serpents or dragons. In Tibet, the Naga were equated with theklu, which dwell in lakes or underground streams and supposedly guard great treasures. In China, the Naga were equated with thelóngor the Chinese dragon.

However, in a Cambodian creation myth, the Naga were a reptilian race which ruled over a large empire on a group of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Now here is where the first myth about the creation of Parselmouths begins. In the legend the Naga King of this vast empire had a very beautiful daughter named Nagini. And it is said that, on the day of her betrothal to a Nag of much wealth and power, she fled the Naga Empire and made her way to India. There, while hiding in a river Nagini saw a man get thrown from his horse, which had spooked at the sight of a snake in the reeds beside the river. Seeing that the man couldn’t swim and was sure to drown, beautiful Nagini saved the man’s life by swimming him to the banks of the river.

“I am indebted to you, fair maiden,” said the man, “as a reward I will make you my wife”

But the man had not yet seen that Nagini was half serpent since the murky river hid her lower half. It was then that Nagini revealed her true form to the man. He was shocked and asked her if she was a Goddess to which she replied; “I am no Goddess but I am a Princess to a vast empire in the stars and I would be honoured to be your wife”

In reply the man said, “Well I am no mere peasant either. I am the Brahman, Kaundiya. I own vast lands and you will be my Queen.”

From the eventual union of Nagini and Kaundiya sprung the beginnings of the Cambodian people and possibly the first Parselmouths in existence. Even today there are still Cambodians, both Muggle and Magical, who say that they are 'Born from the Naga’.

So, are Parselmouths the children of a Naga princess and an Indian Brahman? Or are we the descendents of an entirely different magical race?

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‘Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you?  Do you think I am an automaton?–a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?  Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?  You think wrong!–I have as much soul as you,–and full as much heart!  And if God had gifted me with some beauty, and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.  I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, or even of mortal flesh:–it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal,–as we are!’
—  Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal,—as we are!
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Jane Eyre

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“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”

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Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. 

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”

@the-blue-carbuncle i see john as more jane but, just this speech alone is sooooooo sherlock

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“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!” 
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre