#A Place for Commas and Dots

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Jade, Azul and Floyd with an SO who cries during 🍆💦❤

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Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, and Floyd Leech with a reader who cries during

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This was for an anon who asked for this months ago

Pure dirty brain rot, don't expect anything else from me. I wrote this before I went to church class dear lord.

Actually please note anything I write here is obviously not very well researched and this is brain rot purely. This is not the Discovery Channel.

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Tags: cum, public sex, merform, under the sea, ORAL LOTS OF IT, thicc tongue cum eating and no commas for that last one. Totally incorrect underwater stuff.

Jade Leech: When you asked for help with studying about speaking to aquatic creatures for your Magical Studies class, Jade came to mind. The tall handsome mer-eel, the vice warden of Octavinelle, who's grace and unnerving politeness strikes fear as easily as his twin. A vice leader, many would be greedy to have. His grades were nothing to scoff at either.

Jade, with that sharp gaze and polite smile, agreed. So both of you had permission to leave NRC with Jade spearheading the admin office for it. Getting papers signed all in less than an hour. You were thrilled at this! With Jade’s help it would be done so easily! However, you in your kind nature ask what he would like in return for his help. Jade, whose large mer form was submerged in the sea, simply smiled and coaxed you to come closer to him, his long beautiful tail making waves as you leaned down to him.

The closer you came his pupil dilated and his tongue ran over his teeth, the slightest peek of the tip peeking through his lips.

His voice smooth and lulling as he beckons your closer…and you stupidly do.

The damp shirt you wore was see through, Jade's eyes glimmer at the sight and his lips part.

"You see I am quite hungry, I do require something to feast on," Jade said smoothly watching you come closer even if you didn't quite realize it. He was no siren, but Jade didn't need their voices to make one come to him." Something sweet and filling to sate my desire."

No, Jade does not need enchantments of a siren to make you come to him..

You sought him just as he expected. Not knowing what lies behind his eyes, that dilated pupils you can see yourself in that haze. So close to him, you can make out the pigments of his skin, the dots of various blues and grays.

"Okay….Okay I'll feed you," you breathe, feeling your heartbeat quickly.

"How generous of you, come here prefect," Jade croons, closer to you now, a long finger trail down your cheek, a caress of your jaw," come let me feast."

Those eyes pin you in your place as the words that came out died as a whimper.

Whatever innocent intention you had went out the door.

Being splayed out in a remote part of the beach, your bottom half naked with a transformed Jade, sucking your clit as his fingers curl in you making you see stars. You’re blouse torn up, with your tits exposed, nipple coated with saliva and plump.

But like hell you're going to stop the amazing sensation of your pussy being licked and cleaned out after Jade practically drilled into you with that..that..wonderfully thick and sleek cock from the slit he had you eat out.

You can still taste it on your tongue. A taste that is salty but a subtle taste of sweetness.

Your thighs were shaking, coated in thick cum that Jade had lovingly filled you with hours before. His body had curled around you as the pushing of his cock snug into your soaked cunt. His voice low and husky as he kisses you. Tasting your mouth, eagerly as he does since he was rather hungry for you.

Patiently waiting, batting away other nuisances around you.

He wasn't joking when merman cum was more dense, more ugh filling than a simple human boys can be, you can still feel Jade’s mer cock in you.

Jade ruined sex for you, you can’t simply fuck other people when Jade fucked you silly.

Ever so the picture of a perfect gentleman he even offered to clean you up. With the thick tongue he had that filled up all those lewd dreams you had of him when you were alone touching yourself to the excitement of having him in you. You should be embarrassed being out here in public with your sex dripping, practically humping Jade's face as he drags you through the sand, his jacket being your thin protection against it. The heat below demands to be sated and used.

You really should be, but you're not. You cover your mouth, tears slipping down as another rush of pleasure at feeling Jade's tongue hit deeper brushing and pushing up against–

His gaze stuck on your expression, the heat of your body and every cute bounce you do, taking in the way you open your mouth ready to cry out….

He pinches your erect clit, pushing up the bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy–

You cry as your orgasm comes, dragging you into the crashing high. Your hands grabbing his head and pushing him more into your pussy, eyes dazed and mouth gasping. Feeling the thick tongue push and push, your walls trying to keep it. Jade only grins. Panting hard, the rush of pleasure and languidly overwhelmed you. Tears dripped down your flush cheeks, you’re thighs were still shaking as you weakly move.”Oh fuck, Jade that was….was—”

Jade watches with predatory eyes glinting in satisfaction as you wreathed under his mouth again. He pulls out his tongue from your heat, flicking his tongue on his way out.

Through the parted lips still coated in slick, he runs his tongue over them. His sharp teeth glint in the soft colors of the sunset.

“Always happy to assist you, my darling.” Jade croons, dragging you down into his arms.The soft subdued heat from him, too cool for a human to be but enough for an mer to be lounging in the sun. You feel lazy, the throbbing between your legs as your orgasm leaves you, you can faintly make out Jade's words.

"I'll always be willing to aide."

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Azul Ashen Grotto: we really giving Under the Sea a new fucking meaning.

You give a hint, once or twice, rather many needy hints about getting fucked by Azul's beautiful smooth tentacles. Azul would always yelp out an answer covered by a cough and an attempt to fix himself, before promising you 'one day'. A promise with him lacing your hands as he kisses your knuckles, a flutter of his eyelashes brushing those cheekbones as his cheeks flush. Like how can you not fall a bit more in love with this guy? Manipulative to the fake bone marrow he got, but he really does love you…he just gotta love himself first you know.

However, Azul is nothing but known for his words.

And he fucking delivers.

After a slew of potions you drank, painstakingly made and trialed by students who tried to run, Azul took you to the beach by Octavinelle edges. Far from what a normal student would venture before turning back, but in this case you would need more privacy. He’s carrying you around, with his hand tucked under your thighs with you facing him, resting your head on his shoulders. Floyd and Jade aren’t the only strong ones in their human forms, you know. It's just hard to remember with Azul's slim build. As an octomer-person, his grip and strength never really diminished, just more well restrained. His gloved hands squeezes your thigh, rubbing circles over the warm flesh of your skin.

"Almost there," Azul clears his throat, his face beet red. You kiss him as his magic flares a spell on his lips as a bubble surrounds you. Slowly, Azul pushes into the water, you brace yourself as the water rises, splashing over you in fluid arches but what surprised you more was the subtle ways Azul's body glowed. His form no longer his human body but something much bigger than, his skin a purplish hue and black ink that crept over his shoulders, his back and over the bone of his hips and below they formed in eight long appendages, much bigger than any man or fae on land.

It was rather scary.

It was beautiful.

It was Azul in his full glory, the silver of his hair much brighter than the dew of a pearl.

As the two of you sink below the waves, where the sun sets and darker the ocean seems. The sensation of his tentacles sliding over you calms you down as does it excite you.

In his arm, you kiss Azul's chest and hear the soft noises of bubbles rising as you do. Kissing his chest, up to his neck where you lapped at his throat, and sucked at his neck, you held tight to him as Azul sighs into your hair. The world of deep dark blues and the faint light become darker, as you go deeper. The effects of the potions you drank keep you warm, normal even if you're deep with Azul sleek tentacles wrap around the brilliant colors of purple lighting the dark.

"I hope you don't mind this," Azul's voice is hesitant, a sort of needy tone that asks for you to come to him,"Please…please my darling love all of me."

So you do, bringing Azul into a deep kiss that has him moan, his much bigger body brings you into, his hands in your hair and tongue in your mouth. You can feel the pressure of something sliding between your legs.

Pushing up, back and forth as another rubs your back, feeling suctions of warmth crawling up your legs.

Azul's whimpers as you squeeze your thighs around the tentacle between your legs, building up the slickness in your folds as you cling onto him. Rocking your hips into this tentacle that teases you by pushing more and more into your cunt.

Around you the world seems brighter in hues of pinks and purples, the natural luminous lights of Azul's octo form. Wrapping around you both, as the other tentacles undress you. Flicking at your nipples, when your shirt is off and bra pried off. Your shorts pulled off, the tentacle thicker than the others, its pointed head teasing your slick slit through your panties that made you needy.

Breaking off the kiss, you keel, your hands tight on his shoulders. Whimpering as the suctions of his tentacles latch onto your nipples, another ripping through your panties making itself at home suckling your clit. Azul watched this with wide eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Sevens, the pulsing heat as slick drools over the head of his mating tentacle makes Azul squeeze you in his arms. Your arms around him and your legs spread by two tentacles. As two made themselves busy pumping your breasts and your poor cunt getting over stimulation with his mating cock and your clit being abused by suction.

All of this, all of this Azul could feel, his mouth opening letting out guttural moans as you keel louder, your head thrown back as the head of cock pushing in, wriggling itself in your soaked hole.

"Azul! Azul!"

The bubble that held them let a funnel of bubbles rise, as the cries got louder and louder, under the sea.

Floyd Leech: Good luck fucking anyone after him, its never going to be the same

Where Jade was crafty, Floyd had the subtlety of a sledge hammer, his taunting nature making it more obvious what he wanted. That fun day in the lake far away from the camp, Floyd in his eel form was making it his mission to grab you, his sharp fins above water acting like Jaws as he headed towards you.

You really regret showing him that movie and so did half the college campus,  for the next two months.

Even when he terrorized Jamil and Ace, he made sure to carry you away from everyone. Not caring much, after his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist, groping your inner thighs as he licks your skin. In the river, far from crazy Vargas, Floyd with his hands roaming and groping.

Leaving you in a tizzy as even the cool water isn't calming down the throbbing between your legs. Nothing was detering Floyd from holding you in place, from below the water he spreads your legs and begins to mouth at your swimsuit covering your needy part. Unlike Jade, Floyd didn't need no assignment to get you bouncing on his cock.

And by God he is right.

The second he got his tongue into your needy cunt, you practically humped at his face, water splashing violently around you. Eager to rip that annoying swimsuit off, Floyd takes you to the river bank, over a small patch of grass, hands tearing off your bottoms heading for the sweet nectar you're practically gushing out for him.

With a gleeful wide smile open as he pants, his long tongue lolling out. His sharp talons keep your plump thighs spread for him as he devours your soak weeping pussy. He’ll eat you out as long as he wants, till your begging him to fuck you already. Licking his lips, he looks at you with those focused eyes, over your panting naked self, and a sharp toothy grin appears.

Pulling you up by the arm, his hand caressing in a gentle touch from him, up your arm, past your shoulders as a talon pulls across your skin, and he holds your neck. You’re brought down, towards where his upper half and tail merge and  there you see a slit appear, hidden beneath his scales.

“Shrimpy wants me to fuck them silly? Then be a good darling and help it come out,” he laughs in that carefree tone of his as he looks down at you. His grin wide and toothy.

Needless to say, you got to work, kissing the slit, teasing it gently to make it puff up. Licking and working your fingers into the slick slit as Floyd rested on his arms, his loud groans filled the air.  The more you tease, the tip of something long, thick and wonderfully veiny touches your tongue. Floyd lets out an open mouth, yawning hot and labored as the tip reveals the flat head of his cock.

"Ngnnh, Shrimpy mouth is so good," Floyd laughs, as he pushes your face against the large member, slick on your cheek. It felt hot on your skin, with the tip of your tongue you lap at it, as Floyd's hand combed your hair."Hehe, I can't wait to stuff your pussy."

You felt the heat throb between your legs as you taste the beads of precum, hearing a hiss from Floyd. The more and more you try to stroke his cock, the more it rises from his slit that you push your fingers around to coax more out. Long, fat and hot, your heart beats quickly as you feel the ache become my intense and your world it tilted feeling Floyd onto, the flared tip pushing in–

Your squealing, screaming his name as you bounce rapidly against the thick slick mer-eel cock like it was meant to stretch your tight cunt. It felt fucking amazing, the way it dragging against your walls, the flared tip hitting places you didn't realized needed to be fucked until now. Stuck in Floyd's arm, your boyfriend much bigger in his merform, you bury your face in his cool skin. The heat of your cheeks hot as you keep following Floyd's dick in you.

His scales rub a bit over your inner thighs, as he wraps lower body into you, coiling using his body to push that long member more into you, touching the spot that made your walls become needy. Letting out loud moans, you keep kissing and gripping onto Floyd, begging him for more. Floyd grunts, eyes rolling back as you squeeze him, his lower body goes faster and faster as his hand gropes your ass.

He grabs your jaw and makes you face him, taking in the way your cheeks warm his hand, your dazed teary eyes and panting mouth, his hips go faster as his tail thumps the ground.

“Fuck Shrimpy’s so tight,” Floyd groans burying his face into your hair, breathing hotly, as your walls milk him," ahaha don't worry about being loud scream it as much as you want."

[writersagony]

Secret Messages

Hero's tears did not stop running, though they had long since silenced their sobs. Instead, their eyes remained fixed at the small paper in their hands, clutched so tightly Superhero was almost impressed it didn't rip.

I'm leaving. I know we agreed to leave together, but I can't wait for you - not anymore. That's what I've been doing, for years. And I won't anymore. I love you, Hero, and I am sorry. Forget me. You usually do, anyway.

Hero had read and reread Villain's note so many times they were sure that if their head was cracked open, one could find those words csrved onto their brain.

"I told you this would happen. Villains are flighty, Hero. Dating one, caring for one, loving one? It never would have worked out, Hero."

No response, though Superhero carried on.

"Don't blame yourself for this. It couldn't have been avoided."

This time, they paused and looked at Hero, waiting for a response. Numbly, Hero nodded - just once- and Superhero deemed it acceptable.

"Now. You have a week off, to get yourself together. Call in if you need more time. When you come back, Hero, I need you to be focused and ready to do you job. To protect people."

As Superhero left their apartment, Hero finally said something to them, though they were out of earshot.

"Don't worry. I'll protect people." They looked down at their Villain's message - coded, of course, because Villain was dramatic like that.

Im nearby, and they're watching. I'm waiting for you, and will as long as I can. I love you. Don't forget about me.

Short, almost formal phrases, most just meaning the opposite of what they said. Small ways they dotted their eyes, or placed their commas. Things so small nobody would notice - unless you'd helped come up with them.

Hero's eyes stared at where Superhero had stood moment before, a flame lit in them they hadn't felt since they'd started their hero career. A need to fight, and to save those who couldn't save themselves.

"And I'll make sure you can't hurt anyone else again."

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*breaks into ur askbox through a plaster wall* hi i am genuinely fascinated by how you do patterns/ornaments in your art. I don't have like, the slightest bit of patience to do those, but I'm still hella interested to know how ppl do them. Do you plan them out or is it 'fuck it we ball' type of process? Do you usually go into more symbolic meanings (like with the floral ornaments) or add whatever fits aesthetically? Also are there any particular artists that inspire you when drawing them?

("good luck getting to me i'm behind 7 firewalls" meme voice) good lucky getting to [my blog] i'm behind 7 [layers of bricks]

hiii ok let's get serious now

while it'd be easier to tell me about my #process on a case by case basis (so if you have an image/images in particular you'd like to know how i did the patterns of i could likely be more precise in my response) the Vast Majority of the time truly i am ballin. at most I might sketch out where i want Big Pieces, and where i'll fill out with smaller things However Comma there are motifs that keep coming back. and i'm sorry to tell you this. one of them is The Patience To Do So. in no order whatsoever:

floral motifs. i never go for something that Actively Looks Like A Real Flower on purpose: the language of flowers is very dependant of era and place, and a flower that means [x] in 1910s Russia might not mean the same in 1870s England.

vegetal motifs in general, so leaves, vagyuely ivy-looking stuff, stuff inspired by mushrooms & fungi, etc

animal motifs, typically associated with the characters i'm drawing. i might draw stylized birds, wings, horns, serpents/snakes, scales, etc.

eyes, mouths, wounds, or anything that looks kinda ()-like. it can also. look quite yonic depending on the context so. yeah you could say i draw those motifs.

anatomical motifs, inspired by scientific diagrams of the epidermis, of cells, of different organs and body parts, etc. i rely a lot on [this] (Henry Gray’s Anatomy of the Human Body) because you have a lot of engravings for every body part you could think of.

random motifs: spikes, spirals, dots, waves, curls, blobs, "ladders",...

i do equal parts symbol & vibes. as mentioned above i'll often fit in animals that i associate with the characters i have drawn, add more anatomical stuff depending on the characters,... but a lot of the "filler" squiggles are pure vibes. i use them to connect symbols together. also most of the characters i draw with these types of patterns are in equal parts anatomy of the body and anatomy of the vegetal so truly i'm tailoring it here.

as for artists i'm inspired by those are the two i always mention:

Ernst Haeckel especially his Kunstformen der Natur (<- link to the Gallica digitalization, but if you google search that you'll also see plenty of good images). He was mostly a biologist & his KdN is drawings he did within his research, a bunch and i mean a buuunnnnccchhh of very beautiful drawings of so many lifeforms on earth. i often reuse his drawings of hexacorallia in peterstakh artworks. those types of artworks if you see what i'm seeing.

i'm also incredibly inspired by Solange Knopf's artworks, and routinely joke that i keep being inspired by her art. i loooove how she does it very freeflowing, packed with so much details

again, i'd probably have more to say if you pointed to an image in particular, but for the most part this is it chrewly!

you must learn patience... you must learn to enjoy doing the squiggles... this is the only way... THANK YOU FOR QUASTION

[punctuation-completionist]

okay! percontation point/rhetorical question mark investigation has been done! i am putting this under a read-more because it's super long but if this causes accessibility issues please tell me lol (i don't remember if it does but i am trying to make my original posts more accessible so...)

tl;dr for anyone who doesn't read the whole thing, i basically just looked through some really old scans to prove the origins of the percontation point (and that sounds really boring but maybe it's interesting? it would be more interesting if progressive punctuation would email me back lol)

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so basically, this is related to this post* i reblogged a bit ago because something about the graphic on it was bothering me... here's the graphic in question btw

[image id: a picture with nine punctuation marks in three rows of three. the first row has (from left to right) the acclamation point which looks like an exclamation mark with two stems pointing in sort of a v shape from the dot, an exclamation comma which looks like an exclamation mark with a comma instead of a dot, and an interrobang which is a question mark with an exclamation mark laid over it. the second row has the love point which looks like a question mark with two of the top parts put together to form a heart, a friendly period which looks like a period with a curved line underneath it, and an authority point which looks like an exclamation mark with a curved line perched atop it. the third line contains a rhetorical question mark which is a backwards inverted question mark, a doubt point which looks like a question mark with the top part shaped more like a cursive z, and a question comma which is a question mark with the dot replaced with a comma. end id.]

so, i've done a lot of research on irony punctuation throughout my days—whether it be to argue with a reddit comment or just for punctuation day reasons—and i would say i know a lot about irony punctuation (of which rhetorical questions fall under i guess? according to wikipedia at least)

so, that post was bothering me because the rhetorical punctuation mark i know is the percontation point (⸮) invented by henry denham in the 1580s & the mark used on the post was an inverted form of this

now, here was the easy investigation on who made this graphic. i already said so in the tags of the post, it was by progressive punctuation; they even have a specific page on their website with this information. now when i saw the rhetorical question mark they used, my first thought was, "maybe they're talking about a different rhetorical question mark" but then...

[image id: a screenshot from the progressive punctuation webpage on the rhetorical question mark. it says that the inventor is henry denham, it was invented in the 1580s, and it was invented in london. end id.]

see, so here's the real problem. they're citing it from henry denham when his mark doesn't look like that. so then i did the logical thing and tried to find where henry denham even printed this thing in the first place. and that's where the fun(?) part begins.

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so, i have a range in the time periods i'm looking for (⁓1580–1589) and i have a name (henry denham). first question: who's henry denham?

the answer isn't that interesting but it's contextually helpful. henry denham was, suprise suprise, a printer from england. allegedly he's iconic but the most i can find about him is that he's a printer and he invented the percontation point. one website (link) claims the use of the point to be from around 1575–1625 which is kinda not 1580s but. i don't know what the deal with that is. (if i figure it out, i'll explain it) and attributes it to either henry denham OR the translator anthonie gilbie (and denham was apparently his printer?? idk man this is a whole web of shit)

so, who's anthonie gilbie? firstly, the only things i could find were for anthony gilby and not some guy with a weird -ie but that's not really relevant because the guy is also a translator from 16th century england so like. i don't think that's likely they were two separate people. so, anthony gilby is a radical puritan who translated the geneva bible into english. the geneva bible is one of the oldest english language bibles, predating the king james bible by around 51 years so i guess that makes anthony gilby pretty important. shakespeare used it, cromwell used it, milton used it, it's a big deal. gilby only translated the old testament, another guy called william whittingham translated the new testament so that does narrow down the thing slightly

but also, i'm not reading the fucking bible again especially not in old english so. i want to narrow it down more.

and that means we're going back to henry denham ! yay! since the source i was using was the only one that provided anything at all on the origins of the percontation point, i went back to it to see what else it had to say. and what it had to say was that there were two examples, one was the psalms of david† (in roman font) and the other was a book called tragicall tales (in blackletter font). so with those being our only two leads, we have to follow them.

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so i search up "psalms of david 1581" to see if i can find a scan. and the first thing i find is a 1581 enchiridion on the psalms of david (1st edition) that's 795$. yikes. luckily i don't think that's the one but that certainly did freak me out since it was from the same year and shit. anyways. the online geneva bible has 150 chapters of psalms so we'll just talk about tragicall tales first

now what the absolute f⸺ is tragicall tales? and to that i say. well. i don't really know.

except, jk i do apparently know now! tragicall tales was a novel written by a man called george tuberville‡ and published in 1587, and while i can't find any direct statements that it was denham that invented it, it is in blackletter font and printed the same year as the article said so... i think it's a safe assumption to make that this was denham's work. the next thing to do would be to find tragicall tales which i wasn't too excited for given the last time i tried to find a book for this it was almost $800 dollars.

but i struck gold. not only did i find a copy on archive.org (link), i also found a typed out version (link) but the punctuation there is badly transcribed in my opinion so. take what you will from it but. idk man i think i found the right stuff. so without further ado:

and while this is probably the oldest crustiest scan ever and also 400 pages long, i did find something! yay!

[image id: five screenshots from the internet archive scan of tragicall tales, each containing a backwards question mark aka a percontation point. end id.]

now, i know looking at this, it's kinda hard to tell what's going on due to the quality of the scan, typeface, and other stuff, but i'll break it down real quick. the percontation points here are after the words wife, fame/same (it's probably a long s but it looks more like fame if that helps), about, will, and wife again. i tried to get a few that have normal question marks in them to prove what i'm talking about (they're in the second, fourth, and fifth screenshots) you see em? cool, because my eyes might fall out of my face with how long i had to look for these. good lird.

but what about the inverted one? now, i did scour this as hard as i could and the closest one i could find was this

[image id: a screenshot from tragicall tales reading "la mia donna bella è buona". end id.]

but at the same time, the typed version has that as an è and not punctuation of any kind and while i don't agree with the typed version 100% i do think that makes more sense. so there. that's all we got out of tragicall tales. back to psalms!

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i was very excited to read this.~ (that's a snark mark btw. i was not) i already had to read the bible once recently for ... reasons? (i'm not super religious) and that was the new american bible not a fucking bible in middle english. so. this is somehow worse. and yet. i ended up trying my best to find it

now seemingly it slipped my mind that unless there was a scanned copy of an original it would likely not have the mark i was looking for because i looked for ages. it was a fucking nightmare. psalms sucks especially geneva psalms. but, archive.org came to my rescue yet again. and let me tell you. it still didn't help

firstly, the geneva bible looks like this.

[image id: a screenshot of a scan of the geneva bible. it has two columns of text along with notes off to the side and footnotes. it is written in middle english. end id.]

if you're lucky (?) the geneva bible looks like this

[image id: another screenshot of a different scan of the geneva bible with a similar layout but it is more yellowed and fancier. end id.]

yes, i looked at two different scans of the same book sue me. or don't preferably. but this did give me one clarifying idea of what i was doing wrong. the article i had referenced said that the question mark was in roman font. the main text of the geneva bible seems to be in blackletter. so i had to look in the side columns. and look in the side columns i did. and yet, that didn't seem to help any either (if anyone wants to look the first one is linked here and the second is linked here; i don't think they're in there though in hindsight)

and yet, there was one last place to search. the psalms of david truly opened and explained by theodore beza. a completely different text by anthony gilby (and his name has the -ies in it in the scans i can find of this so that's also a good omen) and it's still david psalms so i hunted it down. and great news

[image id: a picture of the first page of the psalms of david truly opened and explained by theodore beza. it has the translator listed as anthonie gilbie and printers listed as richard yardley and peter short. it is extremely brown and looks very old. end id.]

it's an even older looking book! (though to be fair, the geneva bible was older they probably just reprinted it more often) (i found it here if that's anything)

quick intro to people: theodore beza was a french calvinist who lived in geneva. he's not really important to this story. peter short and richard yardley were printers who worked for the stationers' company (aka the worshippers company of stationers aka the worshipful company of stationers and newspaper makers) and i will get back to that.

so now we're getting... somewhere? i mean, this book does have cool wood cuttings right?

[image id: a picture of a wood cutting of a man kneeling in front of a book, with light and a fancy frame. end id.]

but does it have percontation points?

[image id: a picture from the psalms of david truly opened and explained by theodore beza. it has two percontation points in it. end id.]

oh hell the fuck yes it has them. look at that! two of em right there! that solves that mystery. and i didn't even have to look at the geneva bible. but it's fineee <- didn't want to look at the geneva bible but whatever

but where's henry denham?

like first of all, the article i was using said "1581" for the psalms thing so either that's a different psalms with percontation points in it or something got screwed up because also... the printers are names on here and neither of them are denham, especially considering the book came out in 1590 and denham quit publishing in 1589 (or maybe 1591? it's unclear). they also confusingly say he was succeeded by short and yardley and while i can't find anything about yardley, i do know that denham also worked for the stationers' company so they were at least colleagues in the printing business . so this isn't denham is seems but also... he did make the percontation point in 1587 in the tragicall tales so i don't think it's a question of inventing it, that was probably still denham. there might be another psalms out there with percontation points in it but who knows? i really don't think we need more proof when we say that this -> ⸮ is the percontation point :}

⁂

so where the fuck did this other one come from‽ because if i know one thing it's that progressive punctuation has generally been right... so what's the deal with that?

of course i did the only logical thing and emailed them. i hate emails but i did it anyways. for you (if people don't reblog this just for the sheer effort i will be mildly saddened. here's a secret interpunct for you for reading all this shit. -> ·)

and of course, i didn't get an email back immediately which was disappointing. in fact, as i post this, i still haven't gotten an email from them (i waited like a week but if they do email me back i'll update you)

so anyways, then what did we learn if i never got an email back? how to do dumb research for a day and learn absolutely nothing new? i mean i actually kinda don't know how to conclude this now that i think about it. i guess we learned that henry denham probably invented the percontation point and that maybe we should start using it more often. and that you should check infographics you see online, i guess? maybe don't check them this intensely though because. that was a lot. :{

* don't you dare go harass the op i swear i will kill you if you do

† apparently these aren't by david according to most scholars but whatever

‡ unrelated as far as i am aware to tommy tuberville, a u.s. senator from arkansas. he seems to be kind of an asshole but i'm not from arkansas so i don't really have an opinion

[doxypsychlean]

Hi if you have time can I request anything about yandere Aegon with his second wife who’s a Lannister and one of the fairest in kingdom like firstly she didn’t want to marry him as she already fell in love with Aemond and take it out on the servant as a way to punish or go against Aegon and how he would react to that. Thank you have a good day :)

Ello, stranger! I must admit, I had to look up that term before I started writing lol. Hope you like it! Cheers!

Gentle touch

Yandere!Aegon x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: dead body, abuse, Aegon is a complete ass in this one

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Welp, I really hope I got this whole yandere thing right lol.

The lioness kicked at the dead body that laid on the floor. Oh, what a tragedy. Another servant gone. Two so far this week. Or three, she couldn't remember.

"Beloved, I would appreciate it if you stopped murdering the servant girls. The way this is going, soon there'd be no one left to attend to the Red Keep's needs." Aegon rested his head on her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her rounded belly in a possessive manner. "How are you feeling?"

The Joy of Casterly Rock had nothing to say. She'd been refusing to talk to him ever since Aegon proclaimed that she's not to leave their shared quarters until the birth of the child. According to the maesters, the Lannister needed to rest. Not long after, she found herself surrounded by servants. They never stood in one place for long, never stopped talking. The doula was the worst one of the whole lot. Perhaps that was the reason she'd left the world of the living first.

"I could wait all eternity, my heart. There is no need to rush." The prince smiled wickedly. "You, on the other hand, I cannot wait to meet."

"You have two other children you barely pay attention to. I doubt you'd be any different with this one..." She hissed.

He kept on smiling down at her belly, as if he hadn't heard a single word that came out of her mouth.

"We're perfectly fine here." Without you, she thought to herself. "You should go visit Helaena. I need to rest."

His smile faltered. Aegon grabbed her by the throat, his wife's back still turned to him.

"Why do you insist on keeping me away? Do you not wish to spend time with me, wife? Why do you cast your husband aside so easily?"

His grip got stronger with every word. He knew exactly what the reason was. He'd had the displeasure of living under the same roof with said reason all his life.

"Am I not enough for you? What is it that makes you throw yourself into my brother's arms every time I leave this room? What does he have that I don't?"

She called out his name weakly, her pretty face had turned to a crimson color. A look of fear and shock twisted her fine features, eyes bulging out. Small white dots had started to appear in her vision. The grip she had on his hand loosened.

"Please..." faint whisper.

"Do you love me?"

"...Aegon..."

"Do. You. Love. Me." He repeated, small pause between each word. He liked taking his time with her.

"Yes!"

The Prince finally let go of her, his wife dropping to her knees. The eyes of the corpse that she'd kicked earlier were now staring right at her. The mouth of the poor servant girl had twisted up as her face had slid on the floor. She looked as if she was smiling. Life sure has its' sick way of getting back at you...

"Get some rest, my lioness" Aegon knelt next to her. He ever so gently kissed her head, fingers brushing through gold locks. "Next time I hear about you and my brother, it'd be you lying dead on the floor."

It was him or no one...

She finally understood.

[cpunkhobie]

OK SO.

now that i've finally gotten the question of "should there be magic?" sorted out (the answer is yes) I can finally start worldbuilding for the hidden city so this will just be info dumping abt it . This is the first time I've put any of this stuff on paper so take it with a grain of salt - everything is up to change etc

Since there aren't Yokai in the GMNT AU that means that there's no actual "hidden city" since there was nothing to be hidden from. Instead comma, the hidden city is actually the name of Big Mama's crime organization(s) of which ranges from corrupt officials to small petty criminals and criminal gangs. It's not actually an organized thing but it's more so something that everyone who works under Big Mama - no matter how many layers of separation there are - adopted to call it. The Battle Nexus is an underground fighting ring of which Big Mama runs , and the Nexus Hotel is a front for it and also a place where members of the Hidden City go to congregate. I'd imagine that she has a global reach, although much of her power is located the Eastern US , lets just say she has connections.

Now with Big Mama, in terms of "professional" work she prefers to go by the alias "Mona Lisa," however when people in the city talk about her casually everyone just says "Big Mama." Everyone Outside of the hidden city knows her by Mona Lisa, with her legal name being something you generally have to dig for. Mona Lisa is like a stage name.

I want to talk a lot more about how magic in this AU would work but unfortunately since mystic lore is something that had to get largely cut from canon I'd have to make a lot of it up myself and try and connect a lot of dots and that's something I wanna put a lot more thought into . But ya that's it for now in terms of things I think are pretty set ^_^

[pengychan]

[Good Omens] Come What May, Ch. 1

Summary: While completely improvised, Gabriel’s plan to transfer his memories in the container fly before erasure was rather solid. It came very close to working, too. But ‘close’ was not enough. [SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2] Characters: Gabriel, Beelzebub, Crowley, Aziraphale, Murien, Michael, Uriel, Saraquael Rating: T   All chapters will be tagged as ‘come what may’ on my blog.

A/N: Beelzebub is Concerned and about to make it everyone else's problem.

***

[Back to Prologue]

***

“So, after I’m done writing, I check this box…”

“Yep.”

“... roll the parchment up like this, seal it…”

“Yep.”

“... aaand place it here. Yes?”

“Yes! You’re doing brilliant, Jibreel - and in just three days!”

As the parchment faded in a gleam of light, safely filed away and archived for all eternity, Muriel couldn’t help but clap a little. It was a simple task, but Jibreel looked very happy to have accomplished it, and she was very happy to see him looking very happy. Or to see anyone happy. Or to see anyone, period. So honestly, the clapping felt warranted. 

He grinned back, widely. “Thanks! I think I did good. Felt good.”

“You’ll be up to 37th class in no time at all! Get your own office and all.”

“Oh, I hope not. I like it here,” he replied, and sat back. He looked around and their white surroundings, at the empty surface before him. “... What now?”

“Oh! Now’s the exciting part! We wait for more things to come through that we can sort, record, and add to the archive.”

“That’s great! When are they coming?”

“Ah, we… we don’t know that, actually. Sometimes it’s a lot in a day! And sometimes it’s very little in a year. We’re in a bit of a slump now. The record was fifty years of nothing, back in the fifth century. Never had such a long empty stretch since, though.”

“Oh.” Jibreel frowned a little, looking around again. “So, what do we do now?”

Muriel tried to smile, but it was… a little bit forced. “Now we wait.”

“Right! I can wait. I’m good at waiting, I think.”

“Great!”

A few minutes passed. Muriel was used to long periods of just sitting there in silence, but it seemed… odd to do that, now that she was not alone. She shifted a little before speaking again. “So, um. What did you do before?”

“Before?”

“Before you were assigned to this post. Were you part of the Earth observation team?”

Jibreel narrowed his eyes, thinking hard. “I… don’t think so?”

“Oh. Well, surely you had a duty before?”

“I guess I must have? Everyone does, right?”

“You mean-- you don’t remember?”

“I remember coming here.” A frown. “An elevator, I think? I was standing near an elevator. Then that nice angel… the one earlier…” the frown deepened, and he rubbed his head as though in pain. That was odd, Muriel thought. It wasn’t an angel thing, to be in any pain. 

“Saraqael?” she asked.

“No, another one. I… I can’t recall. She came over and gave me new clothes, then she told me my name and that other one - Saraqael - took me here.”

“And it’s the first thing you remember?”

Jibreel nodded, and Muriel couldn’t help but wonder what that was all about. It was unusual, to say the least. “Oh.”

“That’s… not normal?”

“Ah-- no, no, it’s… I mean, I never heard… but I don’t see a lot of angels, you know! So maybe it’s perfectly normal!” 

The confused frown disappeared, quickly as it had come, and Muriel quickly changed subject. “Oh, I know what we can do! I can help you practice what to say if someone comes in to ask for information! They do that sometimes. Last time was two hundred years ago.”

“Oh?” “Yes! So someone could need us anytime now!”

Another bright smile, and Jibreel stood. “On it! So, what do I do?”

“All right, so you’ll be the one asking, and I’ll reply, so you see how it’s done.”

“Great! What do I ask?”

“Oh, uh… say you need to double check directive C3483, paragraph 53, comma 89.”

“Perfect!”

As Jibreel stood to do as instructed neither of them noticed the fly buzzing quietly above them, one small dark dot in the endless whiteness.

***

“... Well. He does get to have a desk now, I suppose.”

“About half of one, but yes.”

“And he’s settled well?”

“He’s been learning his new duties with no incident. He seems rather content.”

“That’s good to know, Saraqael. I would not have wished him to be displeased with his new role. He has served Heaven well for thousands of years.”

“Of course. None of us would want that.”

A brief silence, and Michael moved her gaze from Saraqael to Uriel, who was staring out one of the windows, rigid and silent. Michael had to wonder whether it was all annoyance over the fact she had been right when she’d pointed out that Gabriel did not have, nor had ever had, a desk. He had indeed tried to make a run for it; Uriel had found him standing in front of the elevator, staring blankly at it, his jacket and shirt already off. 

Where he had tried to go was anybody’s guess. Perhaps he’d simply become scared they would cast him down to Hell after all. But his fear had been for nothing: he would remain in Heaven, where he belonged, getting his chance to start anew. 

“All’s well that ends well,” Michael said in the end. “Now we can focus on the preparation for Armageddon. I will re-establish diplomatic relations so we can agree on a time and--”

“Saraqael,” Uriel spoke, cutting her off like she hadn’t been speaking at all. “We have never attempted a complete memory wipe, let alone on someone as high ranking as a supreme archangel before. Are you certain it has worked as intended?”

A slightly offended scoff. “Of course it has. You saw him, didn’t you? Not a spark of recognition. I know what I’m doing.”

“I did not mean to offend,” Uriel replied, with the tone of someone whose concerns are not yet entirely eased. “I am not familiar with the procedure, and am asking you to confirm it has worked as intended.”

“It did. All his memories as the archangel Gabriel are gone from his mind.”

“From his mind.”

Ah. Michael could now see what it was that concerned Uriel. She frowned, and looked back at Saraqael. “I don’t suppose they could be destroyed from any plane of existence?”

A light scoff. “Nothing which belongs in Heaven can be downright destroyed. Unless we use hellfire, but it’s not an option with memories - not that it worked too well on an angel when you last tried, from what I heard,” Saraqael pointed out, very much aware of how little Michael and Uriel liked being reminded of that particular fiasco. “Destroying an angel’s memories like they have never been is beyond even the abilities of Metatron. God alone may wield such power.”

Michael and Uriel exchanged a quick glance. In the end, it was Uriel to speak. “... No need to bother God with any of this,” she said, as though God had answered to any of their messages in the past six thousand years. 

Saraqael nodded.

“Of course not. Besides, if destroying them is beyond anyone’s scope but God’s, so is retrieving them,” she pointed out. “Even if he knew he had memories to retrieve, which he does not, it would require a miracle whose power by far surpasses Gabriel’s own.”

“... There is no Gabriel, Saraqael.”

“Of course not,” she replied with a nod, and Michael nodded back. 

“Very well. We can consider the matter sorted. Now, as I was saying, if we’re to decide a new date for Armageddon, we should resume diplomatic contact with--”

The phone she’d left on the nearest surface lit up, and began to vibrate. She looked down at the name on the display, and raised an eyebrow. 

Well, she thought. Speak of the literal devil.

***

“Michael.”

“Lord Beelzebub, what a surprise. To what do I owe the displeasu--”

“I’m not speaking with you. Get me the moron in chief.”

“... I don’t believe we have such a title here,” Michael said, her already cold voice turning to frost. “Perhaps if you’d like to specify--”

“I demand to speak with Gabriel.”

“I am afraid that’s not possible.”

Beelzebub ground their teeth so hard that their jaw creaked. The grip on the phone became tight enough to crack the screen. They loathed making the call, but it had been three days since they first received that message upon trying to contact Gabriel, and they could no longer bear it. “Then make it possible, or I’ll give you plenty of excellent reasons to be afraid.”

“There’s no reason to be even more unpleasant than you usually are,” was the reply, without the slightest hint of intimidation. Not that Beelzebub had expected it to work. Michael was considered Heaven’s mightiest warrior for a reason. Her reputation for single-handedly throwing Satan himself down into the abyss was somewhat exaggerated, but not by much. “Whatever it is you wish to discuss with him, it can be discussed with me.”

“No, it cannot.”

“May I ask why not?”

Because you’re hiding something. Because this is all kinds of wrong. Where is he?

They wanted to say all that and more, scream and threaten, demand to know what was going on, but they did not. It would mean showing their hand early and that was something they could not afford. If Michael found out she had an edge on them, they’d never get answers. 

So, in the end, they said something else entirely. “You’re too far below me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Beg all you wish, but I pardon nothing. I only discuss with my equals, or the closest to an equal to be found within your ranks. It’s the supreme archangel, or no one.”

“Then I fear I’ll need to disappoint you,” Michael replied, sounding all too pleased about it. “At the moment, the position is vacant.”

The gnawing worry that had been eating away at Beelzebub’s already rather rotted guts turned to something else, cold and dark and suffocating. Vacant? It couldn’t be vacant. It had never been vacant. It’s never a good sign for a position in Heaven or Hell to become vacant. 

Where is he? What happened to him? What have you done?

The urge to scream returned, bubbling and buzzing up their throat, but they held it back, gnashing their teeth. They had to keep calm. Show Michael a single weakness, and it is over.

“What the Heaven do you mean, vacant? Heaven has never been without its supreme archangel.”

“It is temporary. Until someone else is appointed.”

Did they know? Did they find out? It seemed the most logical explanation, but at the same time Michael was saying nothing. Surely, if she knew - if Heaven knew Gabriel had been fraternizing with them - she’d be rubbing it in their face, wouldn’t she? Gabriel himself, the absolute moron he was, had never been concerned by the possibility. 

“What’s the worst they could do? Throw me down to Hell for you to deal with? Oh, the horror.”

“Oh, not afraid I might make you regret it?”

“Not even if you try your worst.”

“Where is Gabriel?” Beelzebub snapped, unable to hold back. Thankfully they snapped a lot, and the barked order came across as annoyance rather than growing dread. They were not new to dread, running Hell and all, but this was different from any type of dread they’d ever encountered or felt before. It’s the kind of dread of someone who stands to lose something. 

“Gabriel has been called to a different task.”

“What task?”

“It is confidential,” was the response. “Now, what did you intend to discu--”

The call ended abruptly. Throwing a phone at the wall - or in this case, the thick glass screen overseeing Hell - will usually cause that.

The crash caused a couple of demons to wince and turn, and a single snarl from Beelzebub was enough to get them quickly back to work. They stepped away from the glass and began pacing, trying to clear their mind. At the moment, the only clear thing was that they had absolutely no future in the field of diplomatic relations; everything else was a maelstrom of confusion and fear unlike anything they had experienced before.

Gabriel had disappeared, that was a fact. And he had disappeared without a word to them, his phone disconnected, leaving the position of Supreme Archangel vacant. 

Gabriel was missing, and Heaven was hiding the reason why. Called to a different task, Michael had said, but something about her tone had told Beelzebub precisely what they needed to know, and had feared to hear. Gabriel had been removed from office, and yet he had not been cast down to Hell. 

So where was he? He had to be somewhere, it’s not like they could destroy an archangel. They had no means to do such a thing in Heaven, unless… unless…

Hellfire. The hellfire they had given them four years earlier, to deal with their own traitor. The one who had first worked to prevent Armageddon, just as Gabriel had done later.

We never took that fire back. What if they chose the same sentence, for the same crime?

Beelzebub stopped pacing as though struck. They saw it with the mind’s eye, Gabriel screaming in flames they had delivered to Heaven before being reduced to nothing, utterly destroyed. Gone. 

With no warning, the core itself of Hell shook and flames flared higher. Demons yelped in surprise and damned souls cried out in terror, but any sound they made was drowned out by a screeching cry blackest fury, deepest hatred, and utter pain. The glass screen cracked and shattered, and a swarm of flies burst forth, a black mass drowning out the cries of damned and demons alike even as the screeching scream faded in a low, guttural growl. 

They’ll pay for it. I’ll start the war here and now. Rules be damned. Agreements be damned. Warnings be damned. We’ll scorch Heaven and Earth with hellfire and I’ll see them scream and die, if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll-- I--

A soft buzzing sound, and a single fly landed on Beelzebub’s hand, which was balled into a tight fist. They looked at it, still growling and shaking, and suddenly they found themself thinking of another fly entirely. The container, their gift to Gabriel. The first gift he’d ever received, he had told them, with that oddly vulnerable expression they had never seen on him before. The first gift, and also the last.

… Or was it?

Beelzebub breathed in and then slowly out, staring at that single fly to keep themself grounded, to focus on the memory of Gabriel as they’d last seen him - whole and well, smiling at them before stepping in the elevator, rather than screaming in a column of hellfire.

Maybe they hadn’t destroyed him. Maybe there was another explanation; if other angels realized he was purposefully blocking Armageddon from taking place, he may very well have become a prisoner. If Beelzebub decided to lay waste on Heaven now, and he was there, he may be destroyed with all the rest. No, they could not act on impulse. They had to think he was still alive, and act accordingly. They had to find out what precisely had happened in Heaven, covertly. Sneakily. 

And they knew one demon with heavenly ties who was very, very good at sneaking around.

***

There are few places and moments in life, Crowley reasoned, when a swarm of flies manifesting out of thin air is convenient. Inside a Bentley which was currently speeding through an intersection while passing a school bus was neither one of those places, nor one of those moments.

“Been a long time, Crowley.”

“Oh, come o--!”

“Bus ahead.”

To his credit, Crowley managed to swerve around the bus in question despite the flies clouding his vision; by the time he shoved the Bentley in the first available empty space at the side of the road, cutting in front of three cars and a truck in the process, the flies had finished coming together and someone else sat in the car with him.

Someone Crowley had kind of hoped never to have to see again. “Lord Beelzebub. What do I owe the-- huh. New face?”

“New face,” was the response, in the tone of someone who’d really rather not waste another second talking about it. “I’m here to give you a new mission.”

Ah. “I’m fairly sure Shax said I’m still persona non grata in Hell.”

“You are. And you have the chance to change it. Actually, you have the chance to become a Duke of Hell.”

Crowley blinked, then slid the sunglasses down his nose for a better look at the Lord of the Flies. Maybe it was the new face, but they seemed animated in a way he had never seen before. They seemed worried, working their jaw and smoothing down their jacket in quick, nervous gestures before looking back at him. That in itself worried him in turn. If something was up causing such concern for Beelzebub of all demons, then everyone else probably would have good reason to be terrified. 

“That’s… flattering, but--”

“A full pardon. A place in the Dark Council. Whatever your nasty little heart desires, you shall have it.”

“Why turn to me--”

“To you, and your pet angel.”

There were several words Crowley may have used to describe Aziraphale, but pet was not about them. As he choked on his own spit, Beelzebub spoke again - louder, quicker, and more urgent. 

“Listen. You and the angel betrayed Hell and Heaven both solely to stop Armageddon. You don’t want to see your efforts go to waste, no? Because there is talk of starting it anew.”

“What-- without the Antichrist?”

“Without the Antichrist. Just plain war, no less devastating. Do you want to stop it or not?”

“I-- is that a trick question?”

“I don’t do trick questions. I want to enlist your help to find the archangel Gabriel, and keep Armageddon from coming to pass.”

As far as Crowley was concerned, Lord Beelzebub couldn’t have put together a more nonsensical string of words if they’d picked them at random from a dictionary and then put them through an online translator from English to Aramaic to Greek and then back to English. 

“... What?”

“You heard me.”

“You wanted to start the Armageddon--”

“My priorities have shifted, but I do believe yours have stayed the same. You want Earth to survive, I want to find Gabriel. Our goals conveniently coincide. What more do you need?”

“I am sorry. Are you actively trying to make as little sense as possible? Because--”

Beelzebub snarled, it was enough for him to fall silent. The Lord of the Flies took a moment to draw in a deep breath before they spoke again, with forced calm. “I will explain everything to you and the angel. Take me to him.”

“No.”

“... I’m going to pretend I have not heard and give you one more chance to--”

“No demon but me is crossing that bookshop’s threshold.”

Some furious buzzing, and Crowley gripped the wheel tighter, waiting for severe pain, but it never came. Instead, Beelzebub just ground their teeth. “I have no interest in harming him.”

“Given the precedents, you’ll forgive me for being cautious,” Crowley replied. He fully expected fury, truth be told, but was once again surprised. Lord Beelzebub seemed to hesitate a moment, and finally nodded.

“... Very well. I forgive nothing, but I understand. Tell him we’ll meet on neutral ground.”

“Riiiiight. Well, I’ll see when he’s free and ask him--”

“Call him now,” Beelzebub cut him off, and looked him in the eye. “If you want your precious Earth to survive, you’ll waste no further time.”

In the end, he didn’t waste any time. Honestly, it didn’t feel like he had that much of a choice.

***

There was something up there. 

Jibreel noticed it while leaning back on the chair, careful not to put his feet up on the desk because Muriel had said he shouldn’t do it. They weren't there now - they’d left saying they wanted to look at something in the archives, and reassuring him he was ready to handle any work that came through - but he wouldn’t do something they didn’t want him to. They had been really nice to him.

But he was bored, just sitting there on his own, so he’d slumped back and looked up - and there it was. A… well, he wasn’t sure. It was something that moved in quick circles above him, small and dark as everything else was white and vast. He frowned a little and, without thinking, held up a hand.

There was no real reason why the thing should come to him, but it did. It floated down to rest on the tip of his fingers, buzzing softly, and Jibreel brought it closer to his face to have a look. It was a… what was the name? A fly, right? Yes, he was almost sure that was it. Funny, that. He didn’t think there were any flies in Heaven. They usually were on Earth, or at least he guessed so. He had never been on Earth, as far as he could recall - which to be fair wasn’t long. But somehow, he knew flies were not supposed to be there. 

Hell, maybe - were there flies in Hell? Yes, somehow Jibreel was fairly sure that there were a lot of flies in Hell, too. He had definitely never been there himself, though.

The fly on his fingers buzzed, but didn’t fly off, and Jibreel found himself smiling at it. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, but of course there was no response other than more soft buzzing. It was kind of cute, seen up close. Jibreel smiled again. “You’re not supposed to be here, you know. But I won’t tell. It will be our secret and all,” he added, feeling rather giddy at the idea of having something as forbidden as a secret. He winked at the fly, which didn’t bother to wink back before taking flight again. But it stayed right above him, and Jibreel was absurdly certain it was not going to leave. 

For some reason, it put an even wider smile on his face. He leaned back on the seat and kept following the fly with his gaze, unblinking and unthinking, until he found himself humming, tapping a foot on the floor. 

“Everyday, it’s-a getting closer…”

***

A good cup of tea, Aziraphale firmly believed, could smooth over just about any type of crisis. Or at least make it feel like less of a crisis. Failing that, hot chocolate would usually succeed. 

However, he recognized that there were few, particularly dire instances in which neither tea nor hot chocolate could help. In such cases, coffee would be needed - possibly with a good dollop of something sweet added to it. 

Only after sitting down next to Crowley at Nina’s coffee shop, the records Maggie had given him under his arm and Crowley as well as the literal Lord of the Flies sitting across them, did he wonder about the wisdom of giving Beelzebub caffeine. But as they never so much as touched the cup, he supposed he would never find out whether it was a mistake. That, and soon enough the theoretical effect of caffeine on hellish royalty was the least of his worries. 

“Heaven and Hell want to push ahead with Armageddon - again - and you and Gabriel wanted to stop it?”

“Yes,” Beelzebub replied, and silenced the question that followed with a gesture. “We changed our mind. The reason why is none of your concern, before you ask, but I do believe our goals align and--”

“And now he’s missing and his seat is vacant?” Aziraphale cut them off, bewildered. That gained him a markedly unimpressed look. 

“... Is there a specific reason why you’re repeating everything I have told you so far?”

“It’s a lot to wrap one’s mind around, I’m sure you can agree?” Crowley spoke, the casual leaning in his seat doing very little to hide how tense it was. “You and Gabriel both tried really hard to make Armageddon happen. When it didn’t, and decided it was our fault, you sort of tried just as hard to destroy us.”

Beelzebub had the good sense to look… if certainly not awkward, at least a little tense themself. Aziraphale set his jaw, not about to say anything to smooth things over now; he had never forgotten the casual order the Lord of the Flies had given to have a bystander demon destroyed in holy water solely to test it, nor the indifference when they had sentenced Crowley to die the same gruesome way. It was nothing he had not expected from Hell, truth be told, but it had been rather upsetting. 

On his end, Crowley had never quite told him the details of the attempt at carrying out the same sentence in Heaven; only that he had been told to step in hellfire and had surprised the archangels present by breathing a little bit of it in their direction, which had been a rather amusing mental image. 

“Well. You were not destroyed, and you don’t wish Earth to be either. It is in everyone’s best interest if we collaborate. And by everyone’s, I mean that of all sitting at this table.”

“Are we supposed to believe that you’ve grown a soft spot for Earth?”

A scoff. “Obviously not. This is not about Earth. It’s what you care about.”

“What is it about for you, then?”

For the first time since that odd meeting had started, Lord Beelzebub seemed to hesitate. They worked their jaw briefly, clearly debating whether or not they should be truthful. It was an odd inner conflict to see play out on a being Aziraphale had always known as a powerful but distant foe, but it did not last long. Beelzebub seemed to come to a decision and leaned forward, elbows on the table. 

“For me, it’s about Gabriel. They did something to him. I am sure they did.”

“Seems likely,” Crowley muttered, not really distraught. “Still don’t get what that’s to y--”

“I want him back,” Beelzebub cut him off. The last word of Crowley’s sentence - you - turned into a choked out ‘uuuh?’ before he fell silent, staring at the Lord of the Flies with his mouth hanging open. It gained him a raised eyebrow. “Close that mouth before flies get in it. That is a threat.”

Crowley closed his mouth so abruptly his teeth clicked together, then hurriedly took a sip from his coffee. As for Aziraphale, he found himself staring with wide eyes as realization dawned on him. Beelzebub had a soft spot all right, but not for Earth. It was for Gabriel.

That was not what he’d expected to hear, although to be fair he was not sure what he’d even thought this could be about. In retrospect, everything in Beelzebub’s behavior seemed to scream a connection to the missing archangel that went well beyond a professional relationship. In the end, he cleared his throat and took a sip from his coffee.

“Not to pry, but I seem to understand yourself and Gabriel have grown, um. Close?”

“In a way neither Heaven nor Hell would approve, hence why I had to turn to you.” A long look, their gaze shifting from his to Crowley and then back, and they cocked their head. “Certainly, I don’t need to explain more. It’s not something unfamiliar to the two of you.”

The coffee Crowley had been sipping was promptly sprayed back inside the mug. Aziraphale nearly spilled in own mug, stammering. 

“I, I mean-- we do go way back, so I suppose-- we have an understanding, but--”

Beelzebub silenced him with a gesture. “I don’t care to hear it. All I care about is finding out where Gabriel is and what was done to him, and taking him back. Help me, and I’ll hold off Armageddon until a more permanent solution to avoid it is found. Do we have a deal?”

A pause, a quick glance between the two of them. 

Do we have a choice?, Aziraphale’s look said.

Not really, Crowley’s replied, and that was that.

***

“Oh, I really shouldn't have even come here…”

No one was there to hear Muriel’s anxious whine, but they slapped both hands over their mouth anyway, just in case. Not that they were doing anything forbidden, per se - they were authorized to search the archive, after all - but it still seemed wrong, to have doubts over the word of an archangel. It wasn’t even real doubts, they just had… questions. 

One big question, really - why did Jibreel remember nothing from his existence before he’d been taken to work with them as a junior recording angel? It had been bothering them more than it probably should, and they had considered asking someone higher up, but… well. Surely they had better things to do than answering a silly question, no? It was probably nothing important, they’d thought. 

They could find out on their own, sate their curiosity and then be back. 

Except that things had taken an unexpected turn, because they had found a folder marked with his name - Jibreel - but it really wasn’t like they had expected. A junior recording angel’s folder is never very full, simply because… well, there is not a lot to record about those working on records, so to speak. It was a fairly uneventful job and it made for an uneventful eternity, overall. Muriel’s own folder had only about two pages to it. 

Jibreel’s folder was nothing like that. It didn’t look thicker than normal, but as they picked it up there was a weight to it that told them it was much, much fuller than their own. Much fuller than any other folder they’d handled, really - there had to be a lot in there.

And, they soon realized, they couldn’t open it. It was classified, and required a much higher clearance - like a throne or a dominion, or something even above that. 

They wouldn’t classify the folder of a simple junior recording angel, would they? Not with such high clearance. There is a lot more to Jibreel than even he knows.

It was a rather baffling development, and more than a little intimidating, really. Muriel didn’t know what it was all about and to be honest, they really wished she hadn’t wondered in the first place. It was much too above them. Surely, if Jibreel did not recall his past, there was a good reason for it. Who were they to question the decisions of archangels?

They would just walk out, go back to their station, and never utter a word of this to anyone - much less to Jibreel. After all, he’d never asked them to look anything up; he’d never asked a thing, and he was happy as a clam.

Muriel saw no reason to open their mouth and risk changing that.

***

[Back to Prologue]

[On to Chapter 2]

[duke-of-hellsite]

While I was absent from this precious website, I've been working on one lil thing, essentially a transcript of a small document from the court of Frederick II (December 1222) Long story short: I saw a photo of it on Wikimedia with no transcript of the Latin text (they sometimes include transcripts but not in this case), decided I was curious what's the doc about, and started working on the transcript I've finished the beta version of the transcript, but before I upload it to Wikimedia I wanted to ask y'all here to look it through. I don't know Latin (sad, I know), so there can be stupid mistakes with verbs' conjugations 'n' stuff like that. I would really appreciate any help here Guide: Round brackets (in bold) are for my comments and where commas could be placed. Square brackets are for dots in the original document (I have no idea what they mean: truncation, full stop, or smth else) and incomprehensible words (at least I didn't get 'em) By the way many thanks to Arizona Tea (kept my sanity) and @mformarsala (helped a lot). Love you both

(Source of the photo: Sailko, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons)

(Source of the transcript: Me, Myself, and I, id est duke-of-hellsite)

(if you need a text file vers of the transcript - dm me)

[syvspalace]

How I think all the Mondstadt and Liyue playable Genshin characters text + extra stuff about their phones (slight modern au)

A/N: So before I start, heyyy 😍 I know I’ve been gone for like ages but I’ve been trying to come up with ideas. Also wanted to say that I am INDEED alive so enjoy ❤️

Rosaria:

Okay let’s be fr she probably has great grammar without even trying

Definitely uses the little ‘ (I forgot what it’s called) she gets slightly annoyed when people don’t use it 😀

Only uses dots when she’s serious

Mostly a dry texter but when she’s drunk it gets a bit better

Kaeya:

We all know he’d never be a dry Texter

Uses „Lmao“ a LOT and I mean A LOT

Allergic to dots at the end of messages (will probably use them while texting Jean or other knights tho)

He‘d be a fun person to text

Uses „~“ at the end of flirty texts from time to time but you never know if he just uses it as a joke 💀

A very fast texter btw

Rarely misspells anything but if he does it’s BAD.

Never leaves you on read (if he likes you), he either sees the message or he doesn’t

Mona:

She definitely uses a lot of commas (how you’re supposed to)

If she texts you something it’s probably gonna be a whole paragraph

She will use dots at the end of sentences depending on her mood

Never misspells anything for some reason (it’s autocorrect)

Prefers just calling you because her hands are wet most of the time

I just wanna add her that phone is definitely waterproof because her outfit doesn’t have any pockets so she drops it a lot while doing her sprint

Diluc:

Oh boy here we go

So I think he’d be more of a dry texter if you two aren’t that close but it definitely gets a slight bit better if you know him for long enough

He isn’t that slow when texting

Has left you on read accidentally because he is a very busy person and just forgot about your message (forgive him)

Very good grammar and doesn’t need autocorrect to save him

I‘d like to add his phone is on silent mode most of the times so he doesn’t get interrupted while working or being in a meeting

Jean:

Okay first off I feel like she forgets where she puts her phone a lot bc of work and stuff

Her brightness is all the way up. Literally. Like all of the moms have it

She doesn’t have multiple tabs open (surprisingly)

Okay but when she texts you she definitely says „Ok“. She isn’t mad she’s just a dry texter dw

Will add random emojis. You’ll see „😃“ or „😊“ a lot

Uses emojis as their original meaning

Overall just texts like a millennial mom

Venti:

TEXTING HIM IS SO FUNNN OMG

Understands gen z humor 😍

You will get a LOT of random texts at the most random times. For example „Just got kicked out of the angels share“ - 2 am

Texts you a lot when he’s drunk and when he does you can’t read SHIT

The exact opposite of a dry texter

Allergic to not only cats but dots AND commas

Will send you random song texts, also texts of his songs

Phone calls are very chaotic. You could be facetiming him and he’s just on some random tree

Does not leave you on read. Man’s has a lot of free time 💪

10/10 text him

Barbara:

She’s somewhere in between dry texter and not dry texter

Uses „!!“ at the end of sentences a lot

Tried helping Jean with the way she texts and failed

If you have WhatsApp you know you can post stuff in your story. She posts videos of her and the other sisters singing in the Kathedrale

Her brightness is all the way up too. I just know it.

Her chat background picture is a pic of her and jean

Definitely apologizes after realizing she left you on read

The way she texts just radiates comforting energy

Razor:

Ily but who gave you a phone 😕

He texts the way he speaks. Like literally.

His spelling is better than you think but it’s still really bad

When he remembered commas and dots exist he just placed them in sentences randomly…“lok razor. Faund rabit in, howle. Today.“

Very very very very slow texter. Might take him a good 5 minutes to write one sentence (and its not even grammatically correct)

His phone case has bite marks.

Keeps his brightness pretty low cause he burned his eyes w it once..he doesn’t trust it anymore.

Lisa:

This girl.

She leaves you on read on purpose sometimes to tease you

Also somewhere between dry textin and…wet texting??? (I mean not dry texting I’m sorry 😭)

Uses commas perfectly. Ignores dots most of the times

She definitely changed her settings so now anytime she types „i“ it corrects to „I“ immediately (I did that too 😋)

If you’re a forgetful bookworm, most of her texts are just her reminding you to not. Forget. To return. Your books. (RIP if you do)

Albedo:

Perfect grammar

Literally never misspells ANYTHING. You will never catch this man misspelling shit

Puts his drawings in his story a lot

He isn’t online that much so sometimes it takes him days to answer to your texts 😔

But if you do ask him something he will give you a detailed answer. Detailed enough to make you have to ask him to dumb it down for you

Uses „Mhm“ a lot

Medium texter. Not fast but also not slow

If he’s confused he will just use „???“

Sucrose:

I honestly don’t have much to say about her

She doesn’t text you that much

Daily good morning texts tho

I think she does voice mails most of the time

Keeps her brightness down bc eyesight 😍 (Same)

Her phone „dings“ anytime she gets a message

Keeps her tone on Incase there is an emergency

Amber:

Her phone is turned off most of the time bc she’s on duty outside a lot (the monsters could hear her)

Texts a lot like Barbara

Good morning and night texts EVERY DAY. The day she doesn’t text it is the day she died

Records cute animals she sees on outside duty and puts it in her story

Its „Yup“ or „Yep“ instead of yes

Has a mini baron bunny attached to her phone case (dw it doesn’t explode)

Her storage is fighting for its life with all those videos

Eula:

She doesn’t text a lot of people. Only the knights and amber have her number sooo 😀

Dry texter. I can smell it

Will leave you on read a lot

Basically her whole phone is blue themed. Case, background, pfp, the phone itself

Might put some Dragonspine swimming tips in her story bc amber said it’s about time she posts something in there

Her brightness is almost all the way up

Her ringtone is definitely her favorite song. (she starts moving to the beat of it when she gets calls) Will wait a little longer to pick up her phone just to listen to it a bit more

Klee:

Isn’t allowed to have a phone yet. I mean she’s 8

Does have an iPad tho (she doesn’t get it a lot bc yk she has bombs with her at all times)

If you see her with an iPad, it isn’t her first one. (She blew up a few)

Has a dodoco keychain attached to the side of her ipad

It’s kinda sad but she spells better than razor does…

Her spelling might be pretty good but her grammar is…a little off.

Will call you at random times (begged Jean to make the cocomelon music her ringtone)

Diona:

She has discord. I just know it.

(I wanna add that she vents about her dad and alcohol in her notes app)

Anyways she definitely says „K“ instead of „Okay“

Her screen is a bit sticky because of all the drinks she mixes

Uses a lot of question marks in a..rude way? „So???“

While calling she leaned her phone on something while mixing a drink. The phone landed in the drink. (This happened at least once)

Fischl:

Long paragraphs and the meaning would be „wanna meet up??“

Tries texting in a cool and fischl way but if she ends up misspelling anything she’ll be embarrassed and blame oz for not correcting her (she can’t stay mad at him)

You will see a bunch of commas in her texts bc they are so dang long 😭

She has discord too. You can’t tell me otherwise

Her phone is on dark mode 🙏 one of the only phones that WON‘T burn your eyeballs

One of the main reasons she misspells stuff is because she has an eyepatch (does this even make sense 💀)

Bennett:

Bennett…..

Starting off with his phone- it’s cracked. Like really cracked.

His phone was supposed to be waterproof but it turns out it actually isn’t

Cracked screen..you can’t really tell what you’re looking at when he tries to show you a pic

Has at leas 10 different viruses (same)

Also someone that uses „!!“ a lot

I recommend calling him instead of texting because he can barely see what he’s writing 💀💀💀

Calls are VERY VERYYY chaotic because of his bad luck. One second he could be showing you the ducks in cider lake, the next all you can see is water and seaweed..

His phone falls out of his pockets all the time. He also drops it onto his face a lot

Yknow what just stick to voice mails for the sake of him 🙁

Noelle:

Clean phone, not a single crack in the screen

A sweet dry texter

Uses „hehe“ from time to time

Good morning and night texts everyday no matter what

I think she uses these a lot: „:D :) :( :/“

CLEAR PHONE CASE idk she just gives me the vibe 😭

Her alarm and ringtone are calming songs. Like I would wake up to them and actually be productive, makes ya feel motivated and shii

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Zhongli:

This is gonna be hilarious

A dry texter but at least he uses „Okay“ instead of „Ok“

The PERFECT grammar and spelling. Dots and commas are being used, these ‘ too

Every single message is like you’re reading some kind of book

He tries his best understanding memes give him a break 😭

Looks at his phone in that one dad angle

Brightness all the way UP and tons of tabs OPEN. „I‘ll get back to them“ you know damn well.

Doesn’t use emoticons but he does use emojis…rarely. The occasional „😁“

His ringtone is either some ancient Chinese song or something…exotic? 😭 I don’t know how to describe it

Leaves you on read a lot but doesn’t understand what’s so bad about it till someone tells him

Good morning and night texts but make it EXTRA. It’ll be those pics with „Good Morning“ on them in cursive and flowers and glitter in the background (pls tell me y’all know what I mean)

Childe:

Not a dry texter but also not an extreme fun texter like kaeya (but that more)

I feel like he uses stuff like „huh“ and „oho“ a lot

He seems like a person that would use „LOL“ more than „lmao“

Another person that doesn’t use dots 😍

He knows how to use emojis ANDD understands gen z humor

Texts you a lot of dark jokes when he’s supposed to be working for some reason

A lot of his texts are him asking if he should buy you something (if you say no he will anyways btw)

He travels a lot so he sends you a lot of pics of sights in different nations ❤️

Ningguang:

The way she texts is elegant and idek how to explain it

Sends you a lot of fit pics (I wouldn’t mind)

Uses a lot of shortcuts when talking about work related stuff

Her phone case is beautiful I just know it

Puts videos of the view from the jade chamber in her story (when she has the time to)

I think she’d send a lot of voice mails bc she knows her voice is just YES

I feel like she has a lot of people blocked for whatever reason 😭

Beidou:

Uses a lot of shortcuts in general

Might send a few memes here and there

Also somewhere in between dry texter and fun texter

Her story is full of videos of the sea and crux introduction videos

Has a lot of contacts (every single crux member, ningguang, merchants, …)

I feel like her pfp would either be a pic of the sunrise or a funny pic of her face

Her phone is waterproof for obvious reasons !!

Hu Tao:

Black phone case black phone case black phon-

Her phone case also has a chain on it and it looks super cool 😋

Definitely a fun texter

Uses „HAHA“ a lot and sends you a bunch of memes

Puts videos of her pranking people (mainly zhongli) in her story

Her pfp Is either a ghost or a funny pic of her (I think it would probably be the funny pic)

I think she would record videos of her talking to ghosts and send you them at 3 am 😭

Definitely has different prank ideas in her notes app

Xinyan:

Her ringtone is one of her songs

Her phone is on dark mode too

Okay xinyans phone is very cool looking. Its all different shades of black and red and uahsjsjs 😍

Not a dry texter either and understands gen z humor

She probably uses „AYEEE“ a lot Idk why I think that but I can just see it 😋

Also Part of the discord gang

Yanfei:

Clear phone case with rosé outline. Change my mind.

Definitely has some important notes in her case

This girl has a to do list in her notes app.

I don’t know if she would be a dry texter or not but tbh I think it depends on who she’s talking to

Not a single tab open and that honestly scares me..

Her alarms aren’t even that loud but she has NEVER missed any

Xiangling:

Yet another person that uses „!!“ a lot. And yes that specific amount of them

Her phone is definitely waterproof just incase bc she hunts a lot yknow

Puts a lot of videos of herself hunting and cooking in her story

She’d text „YESS!!“ a lot when people suggest ingredients for her dishes

A sturdy phone case with a guoba sticker slapped on it

Keqing:

When she texts you it’s like she’s writing some kind of report

Dots, commas, ’ and sometimes skips a line

Never forgets the question marks at the end of questions

Good morning texts but no good night texts (idk why I just feel like it)

ALSO has a clear phone case.

Qiqi:

Sweet little baby.

I don’t know her physical age but lets just say she has a phone 😭

Definitely forgets she has your number and gets confused when you text her all of a sudden

Has a drawing of a cocogoat (that she made herself) as pfp and background

Has forgotten her pin multiple times and when she wrote it down she didn’t know what the numbers meant so she just told baizhu her pin 💀

Forget good morning and night texts you’ll get foot afternoon texts

Such a dry texter. You could think she’s dead.

Yunjin:

Okay she overuses GIFs and I know it

Most of the things she sends you are videos of her singing (not complaining)

She’s gonna have links to websites you can get tickets on in her status. I just know it.

Texts a LOT like barbara and uses „<3“ a lot (wether its sarcastic or not)

Her, Barbara, Nilou, Xinyan and have a group chat called „IDOLZ🌟“ (Miss Hina might be in there too)

Ganyu:

Oh lord.

Now you’d probably think her phone is all organized and stuff but NO its…pretty messy

It’s an organized mess. She knows where the stuff she needs is but if YOU saw all that your brain would over heat 😭

A BUNCH of reminders and alarms (the alarms are each 10 minutes apart for the morning invade she falls asleep after waking up)

She definitely uses „😂“ as laughing emoji

Dry in the non driest way possible iykwim <3

Still doesn’t know everything about her own phone

Xiao:

I don’t think its possible to get dryer than HE is

He is trying okay 💔

You think he wont be able to understand this technology? WRONG

This man is a full time gamer and streamer

Definitely tries to show Zhongli how everything works (now he needs to work on his dryness)

He’s a dry Texter and he KNOWS so he will send random memes from time to time to lighten the mood 😋

Xinqiu:

Definitely NOT a dry texter

He understands every single reference you make ❤️

Will share fanfic links with you everyday. (Please bmf Xinqiu)

He texts back really quickly even tho he’s supposed to be busy doing guild stuff???

Screenshots of funny quotes from stories he’s reading and the BEST recommendations!!!

Chongyun:

• Inspirational quotes in his status, no ghost sign as pfp and the drawing of a really famous exorcist as his wallpaper

He‘s basically like those football obsessed boys but with exorcism…and nicer

I think he is dry but just a TINY. Bit

Brightness all the way UP to „train his eyes“ (don’t ever look at his phone without wearing sunglasses)

Yelan:

Not a dry texter at ALL

She def flirts over text a LOT (gives her a confidence boost along with the one she already has)

She always knows where you are. Just don’t ask why

Will text back even MID FIGHT.

Probably has one of those THICK but fancy phone cases

Also has a waterproof phone since she’s wet a lot (🤭)

Face times a lot because she just always looks good so why not

YaoYao:

Definitely has an iPad too

Surprisingly texts in full sentences and has really good grammar 💪

(Not much because I don’t know a lot about her yet 😭)

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A/N: I hope you liked this because it took AGES to complete 😭

[madfishmonger]

Was going through my childhood stuff and found this poster I'd made for some reason. Should I turn these into Capers characters? Image descriptions below.

First image: a large poster in off-white laying on a bench. The poster is written in a child's wobbly handwriting in the style of a Wanted poster with information and images of three characters and promise of a reward. The writing is off-kilter and cramped to one side. Three character drawings in boxes are across the middle with three text boxes below.

Second image: A close up of the top of the poster. It reads "Wanted! The Wolves $10000.00000000000 reward in pennies. If found call 921-CRIME" (note: I wrote this in the French manner where a period takes the place of a comma and the dollar sign is first, I was in French Immersion)

Third image: A close up of the first character with the description below. The squares were drawn with a ruler in pencil, and the character was drawn in pencil and coloured with marker. The character is a bust of a white man facing the viewer wearing a black and white striped "prisoner" shirt with a label reading 6507701. He has stubble and a dangling earring from his left ear. His hair is in a side ponytail and is blue on the sides, purple on the top, and bright pink and purple in the ponytail with a green scrunchie. His expression seems bemused and he has thick red lips. Text reads "Elton. Elton has committed many crimes. Ex - robberies, jail breaks, bribes, and a murder! (What a Bad Guy!)

Fourth image: A close up bust of the middle character, drawn in pencil and coloured in marker and coloured pencil, in a smaller box than the previous image. The character is a paler bald (with stubble) white man facing the viewer with his mouth in an O and his eyes wide and surprised. He is wearing a striped prisoner shirt with the number 6507702 on the front and has a red dangly earring in his right ear and a series of red dot earrings up his left ear. He appears to be missing several teeth. Text reads: Howard. Well, there's not much to be said about Howard Jhon Therier except that this was his first and only mug shot.*

Fifth image: A character facing to the left holding a label reading 650703 with a smoking gun falling out of her coat sleeve. She is a white woman but very little of her face is visible. She wears a large reddish brown coat with the lapels up and a matching hat with a red band. She wears round black sunglasses and has a red cigarette in her mouth. A long brown ponytail falls down her back. Text reads: BJ. BJ is a first-class gangster. She hasn't really committed any crimes by herself, but has paid others to do them for her. Her real name (we think) is Beatrice Jane Nelson. (And don't you forget it!)

*yeah idk what was going through my mind here

Apparently I was graded on this and was told I needed to add more information if they wanted to catch the killer XD

[tapwrites]

Commas & Structural Punctuation

Commas can be a little hard to get your head around, as a writer. They are used for many different things to structure a sentence, so unless you're thinking about that structure, you can end up with commas all over the place.

Let's go over how commas affect the structure of a sentence, and how this relates to other punctuation...

The most obvious is to indicate an "aside" as I call it. When you use two commas, like this, what is happening to the text between the commas? It's almost like using brackets (like this) to whisper something related to the sentence in the middle of it.

The comma can also mark a continuation of the sentence in a slightly new direction, tagged onto the end like this. This is similar to a colon: which adds more information to what was said so far.

However, it can also be used after the introduction to a sentence like this.

An em-dash (or long dash) can be used the same way—as an aside—in the middle or end of the sentence. It may be easier while writing to use two dashes--which are easier to type--and then go back and swap them out before printing.

"The em-dash can also be used to show something—" "Being interrupted by something else."

For example, when dialogue or narration is stopped short by some event, or another person speaking over them.

A list of items can be separated by commas such as item 1, item 2, and item 3. The comma before the final item and the "and" is called the oxford comma, after the Oxford Style' Guide's recommendation to use it. Some writers avoid that, which is recommended by the Associated Press Style. As long as it doesn't confuse the reader, you can do whatever feels natural to you.

A semi-colon is something different altogether; it joins on another complete sentence to the first that's related to it. As opposed to the colon or comma: which joins on a continuance to the sentence that's related to it.

A "full stop," or "period," leaves two sentences separate from one another. The sentences might be closely linked. They may even continue the same thought, really--like that one did.

That said, depending on your writing style or the way a character speaks, the rules about "complete sentences" can be pretty loose and casual. As long as it's not confusing, and an "incomplete sentence" continues a complete one, you should be okay.

Dialogue may contain a complete sentence, which would normally end with a full-stop. But if the sentence in general continues—with a dialogue tag indicating the speaker, for example— When a full-stop would be used at the end of a sentence as part of dialogue, but the s

"The time is six thirty-two," said the clock.

Read more about sentences here: Breaking Paragraphs and Splitting Sentences.

And an ellipsis (or "dot dot dot") lets something trail off… And maybe get picked up again later. Or to denote a pause. This is most common in dialogue, though you may choose to use it here and there in narration too if that's your style.

Just be careful to not just throw it in all over the place. A full-stop is a pause too. And a comma can be a pause. Be sure to use it when it's necessary to add to what the reader understands from the text. Use it when it adds to the story, not just any time someone takes a breath.

However, these different ways of using the comma can be confusing. The comma can be used for many things, things other punctuation can do just fine, including asides, lists, and related ideas, but also to join on new thoughts, like this. Now... how do you think that sentence was structured?

Main sentence: "The comma can be used for many things"

Aside: "things other punctuation can do just fine"

New direction: "including" a list:

"asides"

New item: "lists"

New item: "related ideas"

New direction: "but also to join on new thoughts"

Aside for the second part: "like this."

And how easy was it to figure out how it was structured as you read it? The reader doesn't know ahead of time what the structure is going to be, so they will rely on context clues to read the commas—which may be incorrect or misleading.

"The comma can be used for many things" (the main sentence). Then a comma, most commonly used to have an aside/new direction to the sentence.

"things other punctuation can do just fine". This could be an item list in theory, or maybe more likely it's an aside from the first part. This isn't completely clear, though.

"including asides". Another comma. This could end the aside and go back to the main sentence; or maybe "asides" is the first item in a list, and we're going onto a second comma.

"lists". With another comma. As that was so short, this is probably a list item, and the comma indicates it'll be followed by another item. So then "asides" was actually the first item of this list! If we guessed wrong, we've got to restructure the sentence in our minds.

"related ideas". Another comma, so this is probably going to followed by another item and the list will continue.

"but also to join on new thoughts". It doesn't really fit with the list, as this is a contradictory "but" phrase. Although this new comma could mean another item is coming, so maybe this is part of the list?

"like this." Ah, so that looks a lot like a simple aside tagged onto the previous "but" phrase. So the list wasn't continued after all.

It's kind of hard to reason about when you go word by word, comma by comma, isn't it? Your brain works fast, but it still has to do that processing. And still has to re-structure things if it went down the wrong route. This kind of thing is why sometimes you need to re-read a sentence once or twice; your brain got a bit lost in how it was structured in the first place.

This is why those other structural punctuation marks exist; to let us more explicitly structure the sentence without ambiguity. If we go full-on with using those instead, the sentence could look like this:

The comma can be used for many things (things other punctuation can do just fine), including: asides, lists, and related ideas—but also to join on new thoughts, like this.

Which can come off as more "formal" in style, as if written in a business document. But that's because it's explicit about its meaning.

And notice, I still used commas. But now, they are used within clearly marked out areas, so their meaning is clear. The one after "asides" is between the semi-colon and em-dash, and it's quite easy to see that the commas in that part are separating items. Whereas the one used before "like this" at the end is within a section between the em-dash and full-stop. And through the context you can pick up that it's a little aside.

For a more casual style, such as writing fiction, you don't need to use this explicit punctuation everywhere. Commas are just fine. Just be mindful of keeping it clear what they're doing, so the reader doesn't have to spend time and energy figuring it out.

[thatonewerewolf]

After a while I wrote a fic once again.

This on is totaly different from the first one tho.

Ik it's short but it's cute and fluffy. ≈1k

Prompt: Remus was reading and overthinking his existance, until he was(once again) smitten by Sirius.

I think this one doesn't need any warnings. *Tell me if it does

Again one of my inspirations was a song(although in this fic they are in an already established relationship)

Ps.(altough it isn't) shout out to my friend M. who I've read this to and who gave me a few ideas at literally 2 am.

The grass was very soft this time of the year, having just finished its yearly cycle of demise and rebirth. The delicate strands didn't rise quite high but they were dense under the tall oak canopy.  Traces of the morning dew could still be found in the more shadowy areas.

Unlike the grass, the wind was harsh against every surface on its way. It blew ruthlessly, which made anyone in their right mind stay inside and seek shelter from the coldness and sharpness.

Yet there still was a boy (maybe not quite in his right mind), sitting under the oak. His body was crushing the delicate grass strands, but it did not affect the oak on which he leaned his back on.

The wind was ruthless against him as well, blowing the golden locks of his hair back and slapping them against the trunk of the tree.

His cracked knuckles, only worsened by the wind, brushed over the book in his lap as he turned another page. The page number was unknown to him. His whole being; mind, body and soul; was immersed deeply in the storyline.

Every page he turned was a new revelation, a new conquest, a new puzzle. His eyebrows narrowed slightly as his contemplation of what was real and what was fiction grew with every letter. Although he knew that he was still here and that the tree, the grass and the wind were real, he felt like he wasn't.

With every letter, with every dot, every comma, every colon and semicolon, every word, every sentence, every paragraph, page and chapter, he couldn't help but to notice...

He couldn't help but draw parallels between him and Gregor. In his mind, it was the perfect metaphor for him. The perfect personification for his condition. The disgusting insect compared to an equally, or even more disgustion monster that he found himself to be.

The text before him was reaching. Not only his heart but the deepest parts of his memory that he so desperately tried to forget and push back.

There wasn't much that he remembered from his own metamorphosis. Even the smallest fragment of a moment where he could remember the feeling of being it were more than enough to make him grimace.

"Why the frown Moony?" A  familiar voice wrapped around his ear for a while before it finally reached his mind and brought him back to reality.

His long, dry fingers moved instantly over the hard covers, closing the book and placing it beside him. He turned up his all-time tired eyes, gazing through his soft eyelashes and revealing his deep blue eyecircles.

"Hello to you too, Padfoot." After what felt like ages for the other boy, Remus resulted to what he was known for. The core of his personality, light hearted snarkynes. Which he usually; when the moment was right, paired with sarcasm and irony.

"It's bloody freezing out here, let's get you inside." The boy, who radiated aristocracy through his stance and overall effortless perfection said, completely disregarding the snarky comment.

" 'M fine Sirius, got my book with me." He said, gesturing towards the book which lay on the ground right of him. Simultaneously, his eyes scanned over the figure towering over him. The boy before him was simply yet complexly stunning. One look was enough for Remus to fall in love once again, for the milionth time.

His raven hair spilled over his  neck and shoulders, like ink over paper. The wind seemed to do it favours, blowing it into the right places as it passed around him, like magic. Ink was also present on his body. Tattoos were scattered all over him, yet they were all somehow harmonious. Most of them were hidden as of now, but Remus knew the placement of each one.

His eyes were like stars, ever bright and warm. They emitted a kind of attraction that Remus couldn't explain. Every time he looked into them felt like a time stop. It felt as if time ceased to exist and the whole purpose of being alive was just to stare into them. They lured him in like a mermaid song. They pulled him in as if they were magnets and he was steel.

His usual pale face was now coloured red by the sharp wind and the stinging cold. The colour was the most vibrant on the temples of his cheeks, like a splash of cherry juice spilling over his face. Remus found it adorable.

Remus' gaze lowered to the other boy's neck where he studied the blue lines which spread over it like branches of a tree. He could notice how his heart beat hitched slightly in the cartoid artery on the right side of his neck. Oh, how he hoped it was because of him.

"You're staring love." Sirius whispered in his ear, pulling Remus out of the trance he was in. He wasn't even aware that he was staring or for how long he was staring. He was just too alluring to not admire.

"Sorry." He answered, bringing his gaze back to Sirius's eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort that he might have caused, yet he didn't find any.

"Let's go Rem, it's so cold." Sirius said once again while sticking his left arm out for Remus to reach in order to get up. Remus gladly intertwined his own arm with Sirius' while reaching for his book with the other.

All of a sudden, their dynamic changed drastically as Remus stood up. He stood taller than Sirius, causing him to bend his neck in order to look into Sirius' eyes, once again. He was once again drawn to them by an unexplainable force.

His eyes closed as he felt a familiar pair of lips on his own. Sirus' hands wrapped around his neck and his own around the shorter boy's(who was now propped up on his toes) waist.

They stayed like that for what could have been a second, or a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade, a century, a millennium... completely immersed in one another. Touching each other delicately, feeling each other's warm skin under their cold fingertips, tugging at each other, trying to become closer. Their lips and tongues worked in perfect harmony. Like gears in a swiss clock, like stars in the galaxy. Like they were made for each other.

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

"...The dreaming lady from beyond time wished for a miracle. It seemed simple in nature, asking for company, whether it's a familiar face or not. All she wanted was someone to be by her side and have fun conversations with. Her wish goes unanswered, yet her strange connection with this space gave her the answer she wanted as on the exact time and day she was hoping for, the traveler-- who's name, background and place of origin remains up for debate, with the only exception that the woman would first call her the 'time traveling wanderer'..."

Far in the distance, in a place where the concept of time did and yet did not exist at the same time, there sat a woman on a picnic table, enjoying her one book as what seemed to be stars in the night sky shining upon this unknown hill, brightening the pages on the book to make it readable, like a lamp shining on it.

"...As the traveler woke up, they've noticed that the world they ended up in was not the one they ended up in, with land shaped differently from anything they've been in. The river seemed to be moving normally, whilst after one blink of the eye the flow of the river reversed and once more, the sky seemingly as beautiful as the night sky..."

She was as pink as sakura flowers, with eyes as blue as the sky on a bright sunny day. Her ears similar to elven ears, with on these ears are the temples that are part of the pair of glasses that the elven like woman wears, wearing a long white dress that dimly shines from the light of these stars that hit the dress.

The book she read, a big tome filled with drawn symbols, dots, comma's and other symbols forming what may likely be sentences in an unknown language-- one which the woman understood.

"...'Where am I? How did I get here?', the traveler wondered. These thoughts wouldn't be answered on their own the more they walked. Though at some point they noticed a figure in the far distance, ontop of the tallest hill in this odd realm-- a pink haired lady, who appeared to be reading a big book. Deciding that asking this lady was the better than walking around aimlessly, they started to head to the top of that hill. The closer they got to the lady in question, the more they start to notice that the lady was reading whatever was in the book. Once they got close enough, they were able to overhear what she was reading. The details of the book she was reading seemed to match exactly as what the traveler is witnessing. Once they arrived at the top of the hill, the lady knew who the person in front of her was-- or at least the person she personally believed was infront of her..."

And thus, this pinkette decided to close the book, lifting her chin up to face the person before her, with a soft smile, intrigued and curious about this 'traveler' before her.

"...Which leads the story to this very moment, with me meeting you for the first time."

This lady tilted her head a tiny bit, curiosity fills her mind as she had waited to have company again after how many long she has been waiting.

"Guess this is the first time we meet. Are you having a lovely dream?"

[dansnaturepictures]

Some more photos from my week off over the past week of; view at Pennington last Saturday, restharrow at RSPB Minsmere on Monday, Black Darter at Thursley on Tuesday, Osprey and White-tailed Eagle in Poole Harbour on Wednesday, Water Vole at Minsmere, Fallow Deers and Red Deer at Bushy Park on Thursday, Red Squirrel on Brownsea Island on Friday and Hobby at Thursley.

I love when we do a week off and fill it with day trips (albeit Minsmere required a night away) as much as wildlife holidays as it's just so nice to have so much time to look for and watch things, walk and take photos and often the momentum just flows through the week to get so much done and seen and this week was a phenomenal one. For photos and wildlife watching I used the time to join up dots of things to add/complete in my sensational year of wildlife watching. Getting my Red Squirrel photos in England this year on Brownsea to ensure I'd seen and photographed them in England, Scotland and Wales in 2023, in an amazing week of birds of prey with so many seen getting photos of many incredible birds including ones seen again that were key earlier on in my year which I didn't manage photos or flight photos of but did manage this week White-tailed Eagle and Hobby and the Black Darter sighting confirming my dragonfly and damselfly year list as my highest ever meaning all five of my year lists this year are my highest ever.

As well as a wonderful week of birds of prey waders/heron/ibis family birds played a big part with Bittern at Minsmere and Red-necked and Grey Phalarope in Hampshire on the Saturdays at Keyhaven and Titchfield Haven respectively fantastic additions to my bird year list. Greenshank in huge numbers at Brownsea, my recent good run of Ruffs continuing, Little Stint, Snipe, Common Sandpiper, Avocet, many gorgeous Spoonbills and Little Egret were other highlights. I enjoyed ducks Gadwall, Wigeon, Shoveler and oh so many Teals in places in fine colours. There were also the more unexpected moments like being serenaded by Woodlarks at Thursley and getting an amazing Kingfisher encounter at Titchfield Haven yesterday. Mammals ruled the week too with the Bushy Park experience we do every year a key part of the week with Red and Fallow Deers and Grey Squirrel, the latter again and Red Deer with Water Vole and Muntjac seen amazingly at Minsmere and Sika Deers on the Poole Harbour boat trip other highlights.

It was also a strong insect week with Migrant and Southern Hawker, Common Darter, Red Admiral, Peacock, Comma, Speckled Wood, Small Copper and Small Heath other dragonflies and butterflies seen well, still going well. Spiders, crickets and hornets were other highlights, with a small reptile theme early in the week too with the Grass Snake seen at Minsmere and those gorgeous Lizards sunbathing on Thursley's boardwalk. Marsh mallow, sundew and honeysuckle as well as heathers were among floral highlights of the week, with my good run for hawthorn, rose hips and other fruits running through the week. I got to take in many beautiful landscapes and I think as much as anything this week be that harbour, woodland, parkland, heath or wetland I was able to immerse myself in vast, wild and peaceful landscapes. With it all joined together, and it's not quite over yet with an afternoon ahead of us, it has been the perfect relaxing and joyful time that I needed.

[glitchglint]

Alex Fierro x reader

Part 1

Disclaimer: Swearing, Grammer mistakes (English isn't my first language) and not very good overall. Kinda longish. I don't know how food shelters work so bear with me. Italics are thoughts. EXCESSIVE USE OF COMMAS

You walked down Winter street cursing every divine entity you've ever know. You stop every now and then to stop and catch your breath. Small puffs of air released from your mouth. You were angry at your parents for making to volunteer at the youth shelter or whatever it was. You remember your parents belittling you for not wanting to help those who need it and calling you an ungrateful brat which led to an hour arguement on the dinner table. You sigh and run a hand through your hair, flickering you eyes towards the building you were now standing in front of. It's paint cracked and peeling. The brown colour made you wrinkle your nose. They should really choose a more appealing colour for this dumpster fire. You reach in your pocket for your phone and look at the time. Guess I still have a few minutes. You decide to go in early to know what your job was.

As soon as you enter you are met with the heavy, tired gazes of about a dozen homeless people who you guessed arrived early to find themselves a place to sit. You look at the floor and try to move as stealthily as you could towards the counter area. The head of the shelter was there trying to explain the best way to not burn soup to another volunteer. Who the fuck burns soup? You unaware of what to do, just stand towards the side waiting for the woman to notice you. A few minutes of awkward standing later she turns around. Her face looks startles at first, but suddenly gives you a very fake smile, it was more of a leer. She asks you if you were here to volunteer. Well duh, but you clear your throat nervously and just give her a few shaky nods. She claps her hands and instructs you to go outside so you can direct and homeless people to come inside and take a seat whilst they wait for food because there was a minor setback. Easy enough.

You go outside and lean against the wall. Only a few moments later a group of men walk about. "Good morning sirs. Please go inside and sit on the available seats. The food might be late because there was a minor setback, but feel free to make yourself comfortable," you smiled. The men have you the smallest of nods and went inside mumbling to eachother. No matter what people said homeless people were not useless or wasted. They were one of the most accepting people in the world in your opinion. You directs more people for nearly 15 minutes before you heard the kitchens head announce that the food was ready. You stayed outside to direct more people until there were no more people in sight. You told the head of this, but she told you that people often came late because they had no idea of what the exact time was. I immediately understood and resumed my position outside the building.

A few more minutes of watching the sunset passed, until you heard someone clear their throat. You whipped your gaze around until you were face to face with a person. They had green hair with dark roots and a slightly tanned complexion with a few freckles dotted around their nose. They were dressed from head to toe in green and pink clothes: battered rose high tops, skinny like green corduroy pants, a pink-and-green argyle sweater-vest over a white tee and another pink cashmere sweater wrapped around the waist like a kilt. But what intrigued me most was their eyes: one was pale amber and the other was a dark brown. They stared into my (e/c) ones. I guess I stared at them for too long because they cleared their throat and took a step back, smirking slightly. Oh yeah I had to socialize. Fuck. "If you're here for the food that you can go inside and wait or if you're here to kill the head of this shelter please invite me," I drawled. The person game me a small smile, "Unfortunately, babe, I'm here for the food." I mumbled a curse and met their eyes and flourished my hand towards the door. However instead of of stepping inside they lingered, leaning against the wall. Giving me a sidelong glance they said, "What are your pronouns?" The question surprised me, I wasn't used to people actually wanting to talk to me, nevermind a person I'd just met. "[Your pronouns]," I replied. "What about you?" The person's eyes flickered towards my face for a fraction of a second, the looked as surprised as I was that we were having a civilized conversation, "You can call me she/her until I tell you otherwise." I hummed in response. After a few seconds of silence (I couldn't tell if it was comfortable or not) the door opened and the head of the kitchen appeared, her forehead shining with sweat. She gave the girl who I had an actually conversation with (yes, I'm proud of myself. These things are petty rare when you're me) a big wide smile which looked faker than [insert something that's very fake]. "Good Morning, sir. Get in line before the food runs out. You wouldn't want that would you?" She gave the girl a very plastic, patronizing smile. The girl didn't smile back instead looked very uncomfortable. I stepped in, " Actually their pronouns are she/her right now, until they tell you otherwise. The woman scrunched up her face in disgust, turning on her heel and marching towards the kitchen where she proceeded to help lat someone for God knows what. The girl turned towards me and gave me another small smile, "I owe you one." I gave them a smile and retorted, "how about you give me your name and we call it even?" The person looked away before gazing back to me, "It's Alex..." My grin grew bigger and I held out me hand. "It's nice to meet you, Alex."

[aokotorigames]

Songbird Editor update 0.3.1

Update 0.3.1 is ready. Here are all changes and new features it brings.

Bug fixes:

Fixed accessibility mode turning on randomly when starting the game.

Fixed incorrect scaling of choice buttons on some resolutions.

Quality of life changes:

Cleaned up the console logs to better inform users if they make a mistake in their commands.

Added the setting to scale in game text. The setting can be found in the Menu window. Currently the game doesn't save font size changes between sessions, but this will be implemented later.

New features:

Choices can now be hidden or shown based on a condition. If a condition is not met the choice will not appear for the reader. If choices are set to single conditions are ignored, leaving the condition field empty means the choice is always displayed. Uses the same syntax as conditional blocks in pages.

Implemented the ability to capitalize displayed text variables. You can now capitalize variables by placing one exclamation mark (!) in front of its name for first letter capitalization or two (!!) for full capitalization. Additionally placing a dot (.) or a comma (,) at the end will insert those plus a single space behind the variable. Those operators are to be used without spaces and function only in “Display variable” blocks and can be applied only to text variables.

Implemented random, round, round down and round up methods into the command system. You can now get a random number between 0 and X by writing rand:X and round numbers by writing either round:X, roundD:X, roundU:X. Round methods can take in number type variables as X. For both roundU and roundD method capitalization of the last letter matters.

In a few minutes at most the update will be sent out to testers. As with the update before there is no need to create a new project and install from scratch. If you're updating from 0.1.2 or did not import the UAP package before it is required for Songbird to function. If it's already been imported you can skip importing it again. The guides will be updated later today to accommodate new features.