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[ unknown number text: ] its like you dont trust me bitil [ unknown number text: ] 2nd to royal mail how the mighty fall ey [ unknown number text: ] frivolity debauchery a rose by any other name 🌹 [ unknown number text: ] got a bottle o smthn special & i kno just 🦉to share it w/ 🤙

[ 👑 text:] No. [ 👑 text:] Though I may have to call you out of retirement should Royal Mail continue misattributing my tracking numbers. [ 👑 text:] Where you off to then? A hatched scheme, perchance? Or a night of frivolity?

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[ unknown number text: ] knew youd understand lad <333 [ unknown number text: ] letters eh? need a messenger? 👀 [ unknown number text: ] ae nvm all that [ unknown number text: ] com mout w me aye

( An exaggerated sigh. )

[ 👑 text:] You are clearly starved of attention in a manner that might threaten the fabric of your very existence, necessitating the following intervention. [ 👑 text:] I am writing letters. At my desk, at home. [ 👑 text:] I could therefore be busier, in theory.

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[ unknown number text: ] tragédie😔 [ unknown number text: ] tu es cruel avec moi, petit roi

[ This number has been blocked. ]

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[ 🐓 text: ] ¿Estás ocupado, pequeñito?

[ 👑 text:] English, please.

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@outofoldbooks // arthur & havar - liquid gold & hard won tribute

[ 🐓 text: ] 👀 [ 🐓 text: ] oy [ 🐓 text: ] vey [ 🐓 text: ] wyd

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varldsormr - ind. jörmungandr of norse mythos

what's a king to a god? that's a god to a really big snake?

A study on the cycles of violence; breaking the fates; devouring the gods. Written by JO (they/he), 21+, casual activity, selective. No affiliated fandom. Available for both modern or historical threads. AU verse for DC/Marvel crossovers. ABOUT \\ GUILDELINES \\ PROMPTS \\ VERSES // main blog: eddapoetic - will follow back from here

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#hands

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im just fucking with you my liege

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crow 807

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A summer's breeze sweeps cool from the acres outside whilst the promise of warmth emminates within, caressed over the one leg she's already thrown across, straddled as she is on the windowed precipice. She does not know what to expect when the silkenspun mistress - her partner in dance, now clad in shadows and candle lit flame - parts her lips in turn to tongue; Will she hurl accusations? Indignation? Cries of alarm for the aid someone of her standing must surely employ? All fair and by means a reasonable response to coming upon a rascally figure making their way into one's home, at this time of hour, in this manner of way.

Not a lot of god-honoring intentions lending itself to such a course.

Which is precisely why when what she gets from the lady is a jest, spoken tentative yet baring not the semblance of concern, the tailcoated trespasser is at first halted by plain surprise - then thrown, as her head tips back with a gentle burst of bubbling laughter. So that is how it is. Oh, but she did know how to pick them.

"Must a woman be chased for wish to stretch her legs a little? Climbing's good for the health, you know. And speaking of--"

A white gloved hand dotted with stain raises in a flicking gesture, a honey-hazel gaze cast back towards the good lady wilst she motions generously towards the whole of the fenestration she languidly occupies. Insofar, she's made no move to slink further in one direction or the other, testing the waters of her options with an almost dastardly smile, may luck, perhchance, be her favor.

"--You really shouldn't leave your windows open, so late at night. Why, just about any old scoundrel could come crawling through, mistaking it an invitation." She leans ever slightly from her frame and towards, a waggle to her brow and an inflection in her voice as it slips a little lower, speaking in faux whisper as though concious that a third party beyond that shuffled door may overhear something scandalous between them. Though, the strum humor in her tone makes evidence to otherwise. "Imagine what the maids would say."

As the party had come to a spectacular halt, their esteemed guests were ushered back home with parcels of food and unopened bottles of wine. Footmen rushed back and forth in the garden to clean up the mess, lift the linen and the tables, sweep up bits of broken glass. Captain Byrne, soon as the last carriage had left, had promptly disappeared into his bedroom with vicious complaints of a headache, his valet tailing closely behind. Just like that, silence is reinstated in the home.

The halls are once more empty for Lady Byrne to freely roam, having been pried out of her evening dress by the delicately cold hands of her maid and left to indulge on a fine, solitary evening in the embrace of her banyan, seeking only the company of her books. She glides silently through the corridors with a brass chamberstick in hand, the only sound announcing her arrival being the swooshing whisper of silken folds in shades of crimson and gold, and naturally the rolling shadows repelled by the light she holds, crawling backwards up the walls, disturbing the looking faces in the paintings.

She notices the creature perched on the window as soon as her feet round the corner through the doorway, a startling sight that brings her to an abrupt halt. Then, slowly, as that faintly familiar voice pairs with what the fire's glow can paint into vivid colour, recognition settles like a surprising flavour on her tongue. Intrigue takes the place of apprehension, and Valerie stares at the two-time intruder from beneath a lightly furrowed brow, shakily exhaling the alarmed gasp she had held firmly in her throat.

"I'm afraid we didn't keep any of the trifle, if you were looking for seconds." The lady begins to float a little further away from the door, nudging it ajar for the sake of muffling the conversation but not yet ruling out the possibility of having to call for help. That was merely the rational side speaking, for Valerie detected nothing in this frankly bizarre scenario – or the uninvited guest – that inspired significant fear in her. A little closer now, she can easily tell apart the other's feminine features in a shock of honeyed curls, much as the clothes would have led anyone to question the identity of such a fine figure.

"Do you run from someone?"

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Pew Pew - details 🥺

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Me, in the midst of deep and almost unbearable suffering: ok how can i make this funny

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[ 🐓 text:] HA [ 🐓 text:] ay good moxie [ 🐓 text:] lavender > thistle > fern [ 🐓 text:] godsspeed lad

[ 🃏 text: ] i can see that [ 🃏 text: ] hahaha [ 🃏 text: ] with the utmost respect, i would put a baby in him if i could and he would let me [ 🃏 text: ] that's how much i want to keep him in trouble x [ 🃏 text: ] lavender? his favourite flower?

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[ 🐓 text:] uh Huh [ 🐓 text:] 👉😎👉 [ 🐓 text:] some of my best work ngl [ 🐓 text:] thank u for keeping him in trouble xx [ 🐓 text:] its lavender btw

[ 🃏 text: ] you think?? 🤔 [ 🃏 text: ] we've just known each other for a while [ 🃏 text: ] alright i'll pass on the snorkling but thanks [ 🃏 text: ] impressive 🫡 [ 🃏 text: ] well thanks for putting jorm in the world x

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[ 🐓 text:] ive seen the way he lights up 'round you an that old bear lad [ 🐓 text:] i wouldnt bet on it [ 🐓 text:] youre an artist aye? 🌈 get creative 🌈 [ 🐓 text:] snorklers ah find a way [ 🐓 text:] she let me hit bc i stay silly [ 🐓 text:] ✌️

[ 🃏 text: ] but wouldn't he be disappointed that i'm not a whale [ 🃏 text: ] i feel like he likes my mating call but... [ 🃏 text: ] that's it 🌧️ [ 🃏 text: ] how would a snorkling mask favour this face??? [ 🃏 text: ] how did you even pull his mother

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[ 🐓 text:] ah HA but therein lies the real meat of the matter bongo [ 🐓 text:] common ground 👉 [ 🐓 text:] youve so many shared non interests already 👏👏 [ 🐓 text:] not sure the club is ready for him [ 🐓 text:] whale mating calls 🐳 [ 🐓 text:] ever heard one? [ 🐓 text:] haunting

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[ 🐓 text:] ay well [ 🐓 text:] whats the chase without some hurdle ey [ 🐓 text:] ..........have u considered gettin into snorkling

[ 🃏 text: ] none of that untz untz nonsense [ 🃏 text: ] i have a feeling jorm would hate it too [ 🃏 text: ] think he's ever been to a club? [ 🃏 text: ] ......tasteful what [ 🃏 text: ] wouldn't that pull him back into the water where i can't follow [ 🃏 text: ] :(