FAMOUS FIRST LINES OF POETRY BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright  //  i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  // i taught myself to live simply and wisely  //  it so happens i am sick of being a man //  i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my luve is like a red, red rose //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. //  hope is the thing with feathers  // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away,  // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves //  this is thy hour o soul,  // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach ! //  my dear, my dear, i know  // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE ? from here.  repost, don’t reblog !

RESULT: your archetype is the chosen one.

TRAITS: authentic, brave, bold, intuitive, natural, passionate, stubborn

the chosen one is most commonly used to symbolize the light side, and the heart of the story. unlike the warrior, they barely ever choose to fight on the front lines of a battle. although they will stand up for what they believe in, they do it in a way that is diplomatic, so that they don't create more conflict than there already is. they do not feel the need to be credited in their achievements and victories, and would rather have their confidantes and comrades have the eternal glory and spotlight. they are content with the happiness of those they care about, and place friendship over all else. the chosen one is always picked for the role, hence the name. their fate was placed upon them from birth, and due to their hero complex, and need to help the meek, they follow instructions, and do what needs to be done. 

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS THAT ARE DEFENDERS: harry potter (you saw that coming from a mile away), frodo baggins, percy jackson, katniss everdeen, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, elizabeth bennet, patroclus, buffy summers

OTHER PERSONALITY TYPES THAT GO WITH THIS: gryffindor, slytherin, thunderbird

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svagefaith:

     ❝ well, seung-ho, i’m glad that you didn’t reject me. i would’ve been so disappointed. ❞

despite the cheery tone in her voice, mijin FEIGNS a pout -- batting her eyes rather innocently. this was all just a JOKE, but she was more than happy to see someone playing along. this was the most fun she’d had since she was forced into this dump. her lips SLOWLY begin to curl at the corners, a small smirk forming. she was still OCCUPIED in her chair, confined to its UNCOMFORTABLE structure until it was decided when she could move around freely. it had been like this for the past week, cuffed and always under some type of SUPERVISION. it seemed that she couldn’t be TRUSTED. not yet, anyway.

     ❝ but considering how i will be under your care from now on, you can call me mijin. or babygirl. either one is fine with me, really. ❞