I don't know Watchmen at all, so I can't really say much about that. XD
but omg KING LEAR FIC?! /takes moment to compose self
/reads
:DDDDD
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wow, I am stunned at how well you can capture the prose style of the times! So oddly formal, and yet so lush. I adore your descriptions, particularly:
Our brains, good my lords, are like the firmament, subject to perturbation and sore troubled by the conflux and the rise of gross and fatty vapours: ill concoction of our meat and drink breeds sluggy air within us which will rise and fill our heads with fancies, coarse conceits. There are as many fish in the tight teaming sea, my lords, as there are strange imaginings within our skins and skulls. What a heavy, sluggy feeling! I especially like the contrast between the heaviness of the body and the bright flitting fish within the mind.
and She couched herself, my lords, up on his chest, her hair hung down like silk and silver hooks. She turned and looked at me, my lords, with fat dull eyes. They grow exceeding rank, these fish-quick girls. Her mouth my lords was wet. The light was bright, my lords, like growing rot. And yes, my friend, my friend my lords he sang to her, his voice was soft and low. Fish-quick girls! ♥ It's wonderful how the fish threads throughout your words, the rank smell (like rotting fish), the fat dull eyes (like prominent fish eyes), the growing rot over time.
so utterly utterly glorious. I love the repetition throughout, "her mouth my lords was wet, my eyes my lords are wet," the constant "my lords" like a song's refrain. Even the subtle sexism (I can tell you, good my lords, who knew these girls almost from birth, that they were ever quick and sharp, as girls will be, since things grow fast that have but a small green season granted them before the time they fall back down to dullness, as weeds in corn grow thick and bright and rank) is so deliciously written.
And at the end, THE LIGHT IS COMING FOR HIM. The light and the rot. ooohhhh. ♥
Curious that you chose this viewpoint, but it worked very well. I think it's so interesting when an unsuspecting character slowly realizes the creeping horror. :)
I must ask, how do you manage to pull off the style of the pieces so well? First J&W, then tDiR, now King Lear of all things. :D
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but omg KING LEAR FIC?! /takes moment to compose self
/reads
:DDDDD
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wow, I am stunned at how well you can capture the prose style of the times! So oddly formal, and yet so lush. I adore your descriptions, particularly:
Our brains, good my lords, are like the firmament, subject to perturbation and sore troubled by the conflux and the rise of gross and fatty vapours: ill concoction of our meat and drink breeds sluggy air within us which will rise and fill our heads with fancies, coarse conceits. There are as many fish in the tight teaming sea, my lords, as there are strange imaginings within our skins and skulls.
What a heavy, sluggy feeling! I especially like the contrast between the heaviness of the body and the bright flitting fish within the mind.
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She couched herself, my lords, up on his chest, her hair hung down like silk and silver hooks. She turned and looked at me, my lords, with fat dull eyes. They grow exceeding rank, these fish-quick girls. Her mouth my lords was wet. The light was bright, my lords, like growing rot. And yes, my friend, my friend my lords he sang to her, his voice was soft and low.
Fish-quick girls! ♥ It's wonderful how the fish threads throughout your words, the rank smell (like rotting fish), the fat dull eyes (like prominent fish eyes), the growing rot over time.
so utterly utterly glorious. I love the repetition throughout, "her mouth my lords was wet, my eyes my lords are wet," the constant "my lords" like a song's refrain. Even the subtle sexism (I can tell you, good my lords, who knew these girls almost from birth, that they were ever quick and sharp, as girls will be, since things grow fast that have but a small green season granted them before the time they fall back down to dullness, as weeds in corn grow thick and bright and rank) is so deliciously written.
And at the end, THE LIGHT IS COMING FOR HIM. The light and the rot. ooohhhh. ♥
Curious that you chose this viewpoint, but it worked very well. I think it's so interesting when an unsuspecting character slowly realizes the creeping horror. :)
I must ask, how do you manage to pull off the style of the pieces so well? First J&W, then tDiR, now King Lear of all things. :D