#dear humble kittens

[keroseneinhalers]

they have some chips in my office and i didn’t bring a lunch sooo…

you think i could steal some after school?

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

06/21-22/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Bronson Pinchot; Jes Tom; Damien Gerard; Hugo Pierre Martin; Fiber Arts Brigade; Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week!; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OFMPride Colouring Pages; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika

== Taika Waititi ==

You've probably heard, but it's been announced that Taika is in talks to direct Percival Everett's Novel film adaptation 'James'!

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More interviews with Taika at the Peabody!

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== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's new movie, Advanced Chemistry will be airing for the first time in LA on June 26th! Tickets available Dances With Films Website.

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== Bronson Pinchot ==

Did you know Bronson was going to be in the new Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F movie? I didn't!

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== Jes Tom ==

"Pride50 award ceremony held at the Edison Ballroom Monday evening in NYC" - Jes was a Queerty Honoree!

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== Damien Gerard ==

Damien is such a kind dude, he keeps sharing kitten pictures <3

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== Hugo Pierre Martin ==

Our dear Hugo Pierre Martin has a new audio series on Spotify! He asked for some help from the pirate crew to checkout the new audio series and he'd share some anecdotes from the set of OFMD! There were lots -- so I tried to make a screenshot of all together-- (not sure where #3 is?- couldn't find it on the thread). Wanna give a listen? Check out The Diaries of Netovicius the Vampire - Podcast!

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== Fiber Arts Brigade ==

Our lovely friends over at the Fiber Arts Brigade have another Cameo, this time from the sweet Dominic Burgess! Check out the video below!

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They'd like to remind you, you can also enter your @sageusa donation in @adoptourcrew's raffle! You can also support SAGE by checking out the Fiber Arts Auction: https://tinyurl.com/FABforSAGE

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== Teal Oranges & Garlic Soup Week Reminder ==

TealOranges & Garlic Soup Week Starts Tomorrow! Need a reminder of hashtags and more info? Visit their Tumblr post!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

More cast cards from our dear friend @melvisik! The first cast card is William Meny, one of the writers aka executive story editor! The next is Edward Fletcher! "The cuckolded spouse of Eugenia. He was one of the officers in Titanic (I think the one who hears about the iceberg from the lookouts) so had to include that."

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== OFMPride Colouring Pages ==

More colouring pages from the absolute legend @patchworkpiratebear!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I realise this is really late.. I took last night off because I needed a break. I highly recommend it, it's amazing what a good nights reset can do for you. Tonight I wanted to just say a few little things... You all really are an inspiration. I keep reading more meta... more fics, and so many of you are putting up more art-- there's another prompt week starting tomorrow, I'm seeing multiple collaborations... I've been reading so many lovely letters, and seeing so many fun new gifs, and so many artists/writers being part of these wonderful donation drives. Some of you are making sweet comments, and encouraging others to create-- you are all just absolutely amazing.

You're just so damn creative and so kind, and so brilliant, and I'm really really humbled to be apart of this lovely community with you. Please know that you are so very wonderful and so very loved crew. Hope you get some rest this weekend <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme, well, I don't have one. Instead, just enjoy. Gifs courtesy of our good friends @meluli and @ofmd-ann!

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Technoblade told himself he would explain the misunderstanding eventually, he just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

In his defense, he never was the best at confrontation. Swords and shields were easy, they were understandable to a man like Techno. Telling four overly-eager Gods that he was not a gift for them - now that was harder.

Especially since he had been sent by his king with the express command to appease these gods. The entire point of Techno being there was for him to earn divine goodwill. Sure, Techno was supposed to do that by delivering the special items the court had provided as offerings, but somewhere wires had gotten crossed and now they thought he was the mortal's gift to them. And Techno didn't think correcting them on that notion would go over well.

"Aw, isn't that adorable? Humans are so precious when they encounter something unknown." Lady Death clasped her hands together, fawning over him like he'd seen the noblewomen fawn over newborn kittens. It was a bit humbling really.

"Will this kill me if I touch it?" Techno asked wearily.

"Only if we want it to," Phil said - then refused to elaborate. Great.

Well, if they'd wanted to kill Techno he would have been dead already. He dipped his hand into the river, watching as the molten ichor flowed around it. It wasn't as cold as he expected, though not warm either. Just... room-temperature liquid gold against his skin.

"Huh..." he said as he pulled it out and contemplated his completely dry hand. He dipped it back in but cupped his palm instead, so he was able to lift up some of the strange not-water.

"Gold suits you," Kristin hummed as she watched him do this. She tilted her head with a smile, eyes traveling over him carefully. "Better than those rags for sure. We'll have to dress you up nicer, no offense. You look a little hm, unkempt." There was a laugh in her voice.

Techno had not gotten used to the way it echoed yet. As if every word she spoke held power in this realm. "This is the standard military uniform from my nation."

"And clearly it's a nation that lacks good taste," Phil pointed out.

Kristin reached out to pull on his arm. "Oh, hush dear. They had good enough taste to deliver him, didn't they?" She nodded at Techno. "However, it's true that something of ours should not walk around looking so untidy. We'll have to fix that." She snapped her fingers. Techno felt a weird shudder down his spine in response to a divine being extending their powers so close to him, though he couldn't see anything that had changed.

"Some options will be waiting in your room," Kristin said.

"My room?" Techno echoed dumbly.

"Of course! Wilbur and Tommy are off preparing it for you, it'll be delightful, I'm sure."

He had a room. They made him a room.

Oh, Techno was not going to get out of there anytime soon, was he?

"Now, our gift." Kristin gestured to the rest of the garden. "There's much more of the palace to see, we're not nearly done showing you around yet. And I don't think we can keep Tommy and Wilbur at bay for long, they're beyond excited to spend time with you too. So let's get going."

And if there was one thing Techno knew for certain, it was that misfortune would surely fall on those who refused a divine invitation. So he nodded and followed them.

[margaretoakgrove]

Being Heisenberg's beloved

Let's be honest, you have never ever thought that you would be madly in love with an engineering genius who lives and works in an old factory in an unknown little village in the snowy mountains of Romania.

Lord Heisenberg, the aforementioned man, managed to plant a seed of unconditional true love within your heart from your very first meeting, and it immediately began to grow.

The lord himself was completely smitten by the genuine kindness, compassion, tenderness and care of yours. That was something he had never known because, unfortunately, everybody in his life was cold, indifferent and unkind.

Within his soul Karl felt to you a deep attachment and took a resolute decision to keep you as close as possible to him, understanding that without you he could not even spend one day.

Not hiding his true feelings and intentions, the lord let you know that your presence was always welcomed within the walls of his domain and under the same roof offered you to live with him.

On the safest floor of the factory specially for you Heisenberg arranged a small but quite comfy room where in silence you could get some good rest and spend your free time by reading books or listening to music on the radio.

Karl is perfectly aware that the village is full of bloodthirsty horrendous creatures and not the most friendly people in the world. For this important reason you leave the factory gates only in his company. Your safety is the lord's highest priority, and he wants to keep you safe at any cost. As if a loyal bodyguard Karl is always ready to protect you with his own life, therefore his elder giant of a sister can to not think of you even in her bravest bloody daydreams.

From the lord, rather often, you receive a lot of lovely gifts: an exclusive handmade trinket, a humble beautiful bouquet of wild fragrant flowers, some delicious treat and absolutely anything what can place a smile of joy on your face.

As it turned out, Heisenberg is as good at flirting as the same he's good at engineering. Whenever he showers you with compliments, calls you by various pet names (dear, darling, doll, buttercup, sweetheart, love, kitten, precious, little one), winks and smiles playfully at you, you cannot help yourself but shyly smile back at him.

For both of you there is nothing more enjoyable than to show each other how you really love and care for one another through a simple yet so full of profound meaning touch, not pronouncing any single word.

Karl caught himself thinking that he adores holding your hand, slowly rubbing it with a thumb and feeling the softness of your palm against his rough and calloused one.

Within the lord's embrace you are willing to stay for forever. You feel so protected from all the evil in the world when he tightly presses you against his chest, stroking carefully your shoulders, back and hair.

Kisses have become the most intimate physical expression of your love that's why you never kiss in public. It is too private, even sacred...Every kiss you give each other is full of pure gentelness and care either it's a caring goodnight kiss on the forehead, a consoling kiss on the sad tearful eyes, a light peck on the cheek and nose or a slow sweet kiss on the lips which makes the two of you close your eyes in utter pleasure because it feels so good, so nice…

Every night, laying on a warm and cozy bed, you speak about everything and anything, at the same time listening to the soothing night sounds of the nature outside the window. You rest your head on Heisenberg's wide and warm chest, slowly dozing off to the most relaxing lullaby for you-his calm and quiet heartbeat.

At these divine moments of night tranquility and silence you feel so blessed to be Heisenberg's beloved.

The heart of yours is fully sure that no one in the whole entire world will ever love you as devotedly and selflessly as Karl loves you.

And you yourself, loving him to the moon and back, truly wish for nothing but to stay with him for all eternity and even far much longer without any doubts.

[snoopsnoop07]

TIME SKIP Osamu Miya x Reader x Nanami kento

By Sophie and Phoenix

SMUT!!!! DON'T READ IN PUBLIC. 10/10 SUPER SPICY😱😱😱🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😨😨😨😨😨😨 MAKES YOUR STOMACH DO THE THING (tapeworms) No miners interact😡😡😡😡😡 or u will face the consequences 😱😱

I was walking home back from work where I would see my glorious husband OSAMU (we all say in unions). I didn’t feel sigma today so when I came home my man was making SIGMA MEALS!!! SKIBIDI SLICERS!! i cum home and as I walked through the door I bumped into my GLORIOUS gray eyed king “Hey sweetheart” he smiled. I collapsed into his arms because I'm not feeling very alpha wolf sigma today. “M-my skibidi queen?? What happened??” He said. “Idk- but I have a very important question to ask u…” I pouted “yes my kitten?” he said."w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what color is my shirt!?!?” I said while Stuttering. He looks at me and lifts my chin up. He leans close to my ear and whispers “𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓪 𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓮𝔃𝓸𝓽𝓪~….” He seductively kisses my cheeks. I blush and look at him with sparkles in my eyes “wow…. So…𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸” I lick my lips ``well… If you're not feeling very sigma today… I just might have to cheer u up😈😈” Osamu says while looking at me with rizz “Cum with me skibidi queef ima show you how to RUMBLE” Osamu takes my hand and drags me to our humble cardboard room. We plop on our bed and start to caress each other's body. Until we hear two knocks coming from our window. It…. IT WAS NANAMI😱😱 “bae… who’s that?” Osamu says with an Atticus finch eyebrow raise “that’s my co worker NANAMI…” I say nervously. He looks at me and then him. He gets off me for a minute and opens the window. Nanami crawls in from the window and starts crab walking to the bed “don’t mind if I do!” He says while wiggling his toes and fingers in unison “boi! you sir have just won the internet😂!” Osamu says. I blush and spread my legs like a spider “now…. Make me learn how to ride an F150” I pout. “Actually.. I have something better!!!” Osamu says with one finger up. Osamu grabs Nanami's face and OMG!!! OSAMU AND NANAMI START TO MAKE OUT??? ughhhhh I'm so mad!!! Why aren't I getting attention ughhhhhhh. My eyes glow red “when my eyes glow red… 𝓡𝓾𝓷” I say. They keep making out tho!!!! I sigh and give up, but then they separate and crawl towards me. Osamu lays behind me while NANAMI is in front “let me give you the most DEVIOUS backshots lil bro, make me oil u up” Osamu smirks. Nanami smiles and starts to take me to POUND TOWN in the front while Osamu starts to give me devious shots in the back. “Put your hand up for a moment dear~” Nanami whispers. I put it up “now tell me….. put a finger deeowwn if you can SQUIRT '' I put it down and they start to go faster. I can’t even think anymore. “IM COMMING…. ITS CUMMINGGG OUTT. AHHH, AHHH, ITS CUMMING OUTTT😱😱” we all came at the same time “bazinga” we all say in unison.

THE END!!! PLS LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE IF YOUR A LITTLE POGCHAMP!!! DON'T MAKE MY INNER ALPHA CUM OUT🤬🤬🤬 don’t make me oil u up at 62:72 pm‼️🔥🔥🔥

[obae-me]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Going a lil batshit insane over you Lucifer birthday drabble MY GOSH I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS I SWEAR XD

It's just... the tenderness and sweetness of it all that is so so so precious. I love seeing Luci like this. It's a balm for the soul. It's a side tangent ik but I also ADORE the pic you used of him in the banner! I love seeing him smile :D It makes me smile too unconsciously :>

Oh Lucifer, you big grumpy man, and how I love you so so much. He is so caring and loves so deeply. He takes on so much responsibility and still keeps his head held high and his shoulders straight. I hope we can be the ones to always lessen his burdens with him. To witness all the happy, sad, angry, weird, funny and peaceful moments with him, because isn't love also to be a witness to your loved ones life? To remember them and keep them close in your heart even when you are far away. To spin the threads of life together until you can't comprehend where one begins and another ends. I know all this is so cheesy but love is all that Lucifer is... Oh our dear morningstar, there is truly no one who shines more brilliantly than you <3

Got me tearing up on this Thursday afternoon!

I love him so much, the complexness of his character, the way he hisses like a spicy kitten towards anyone who gets near his family when be really just wants to be cared for. The way he acts so confident but is so scared all the time.

He's a romantic, he's silly, he works so hard to cultivate what he has. And yes, he needs to be put in his place and humbled sometimes.

I love seeing him smile, I love seeing him relax, I love when he has those few goofy child-like moments.

I'm glad I managed to do something on his birthday this year, he deserves it!

[xhanisai]

Stay

AO3

Pairing - Ladynoir + Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Stay’

Summary -

"Adrien, you know it's okay to go back home and go to sleep. You've been up since four in the morning and have completed all sorts of extracurriculars. Not to mention having fought that nasty akuma alongside with me," Her tone was gentle, filled with unconditional love. The boy simply nudged his head into her soft chest and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.

"No-ooo...I wanna stay awake as long as you're awake," He whined childishly, sleepy feline greens now peering at her hopefully. His clawed fingers then brushed through her hair, cupping her chin. "Besides, you are my home,"

Ladybug didn't even get a chance to say anything else because the second he said those words, he immediately clocked out right away and his head fell on her lap in a dramatic thud.

Oh, mon Dieu. She's his home...

~(x)~ . . . For the umpteenth time, Ladybug noted the way her partner almost nodded off on her shoulder, only to force himself to jolt awake with a few unintelligible grumbles, persistent to bask in her presence as much as possible. The heroine smiled affectionately, combing her fingers through his unruly fringe and then her lips widened into an even softer grin when he grabbed her hand and nuzzled his cheek into it like the romantic he is. "Adrien, you know it's okay to go back home and go to sleep. You've been up since four in the morning and have completed all sorts of extracurriculars. Not to mention having fought that nasty akuma alongside with me," Her tone was gentle, filled with unconditional love. The boy simply nudged his head into her soft chest and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "No-ooo...I wanna stay awake as long as you're awake," He whined childishly, sleepy feline greens now peering at her hopefully. His clawed fingers then brushed through her hair, cupping her chin. "Besides, you are my home," Ladybug didn't even get a chance to say anything else because the second he said those words, he immediately clocked out right away and his head fell on her lap in a dramatic thud. Her face flamed up in a hot, fiery red colour, her body stiff as a board all whilst her Chaton snoozed innocently on her legs, his arms slack around her frame. Ever since the reveal, Marinette has been at a loss on what to do in terms of her strong feelings for him (both his civilian side and his vigilante side). Knowing that the two boys she loved more than life itself were one person all along has done nothing but increase her love and affection by at least tenfold, overwhelming her to the point where she still couldn't confess those feelings to him at all. Yet, her partner had no problem in sinking in the knowledge that she was also his dear school friend, having enveloped her within his arms the second she confirmed his suspicions of her civilian identity and breathed out her name in a manner that made her believe that he will love her for the rest of eternity. And he certainly wasn't shy in his affections and love language on both sides of their masks, evident with the way he suavely called her his home. Oh, mon Dieu. She's his home... Swallowing back down all her nerves and bafflement, she lifted him into her arms like a princess and stood up, shining down one last beautiful smile at him before leaping away to her humble abode. . He detransformed automatically as she tucked him in her plush, pink bed, her bare fingers brushing through his golden hair and she delivered a warm smile to Plagg who nuzzled into his chosen's neck like a kitten. "Oooh~ look at you tucking my kid in your bed. You gonna serve him breakfast in there too when he wakes up? Treat him like a little princess?" The little God teased, earning a fond eye roll from the girl. Marinette poked his cheek with jest and then her eyes rested back on her slumbering partner. "I wouldn't mind. He deserves all the love and kindness in the world, after all." Before she could leave the loft and kill some time with one of her numerous projects, a gentle hand shot out from the blankets and grasped her wrist. Marinette whirled back around just to see her partner watching her with sleepy green eyes and a small pout resting on his kissable lips. He looked like a defenceless little kitten, all tucked up in her baby pink blankets and surrounded by her abundance of pillows that she couldn't help but melt at the adorable sight. Oh, her partner was just so, so cute. "Stay," He pleaded quietly, even pushing the blankets down and making space on her bed. "Please? I wanna be with you," She was a goner. Wordlessly, she crept into the bed, all whilst her face glowed with a red hue and her heart ricocheted within her throbbing chest. A little gasp escaped her when he instantly brought her into his arms, curling around her small frame with his bigger one and tangling up their legs. They've experienced intimate embraces before, having held each other after rough akuma battles or a harsh school day or even when he had to deal with another one of Gabriel's harsh, unfair scoldings. Yet, they were nothing compared to this affection. "Thank you," He whispered huskily into her hair. "You're always accepting my selfishness and my wants and needs. You're too good for me," He squeezed her tighter, a purr rumbling through his chest and soothing her body of its nerves. "These past few weeks since we've revealed ourselves to each other have been nothing but bliss. Thank you, Marinette. I love you." Tears of joy seeped through her eyes in an instant and Marinette couldn't help but hold him even tighter, basking in his addicting warmth and the solid beating of his heart. "Idiot...if there's anyone who's selfish here, it would be me. You're too good for me, silly Chaton," And then finally, finally, she whispered out those words he's been dreaming to hear and she's been dreaming to say since the beginning. "I love you too." . . . ~(x)~

[callmearcturus]

This is all made funnier by the fact that karkat comes from a culture where this is not a trope. He does not know what a housewife is. He has no referents available to him. He is trying to hang on to this sudden fever of self expression starting from a significant disadvantage. I hope someday karkat decides he needs to aggressively subvert the aesthetics of some oppressive Alternian thing just in the spirit of turnabout being fair play.

okay, one, what is karkat vantas but a refutation of alternian culture. but i get what you mean. XD

karkat: Kanaya, you're married. What is the difference between a husband and a wife in human culture? kanaya: Oh Dear I Left The Water Boiling Excuse Me

karkat: Okay, I have a dumb alien question, and since I have to field your dipshit questions on the regular, I figure you owe me. karkat: What's a housewife? jake: Oh the pretty ladies with the little kitten heels and circle skirts and the putting gelatin in everything! Or i guess putting everything in gelatin. karkat: He hasn't put anything into suspension bone gel yet, is that part of it? jake: Gasp. jake: Mister vantas, my dearly appointed leader and shepherd to us wayward dipshits. Are you.... coming home to a missus after your long days in the salt mines? karkat: Why is everything you say so fucking weird, why would you mine for salt, there's a fucking ocean. jake: Huh. You know i'm not sure myself. But that is entirely beside the point and you're the one who started all this! I'm a humble mister zuipperpips so you can tell me! karkat: Every day. I regret our friendship.

[man--eater]

WIP Wednesday 9/18/24

It's already that time of week again...WIP Wednesday! I was tagged by @sunsetofdoom <3 Time to share a piece of whatever you're working on, writing or art, for Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss. Tag your friends, and if you see this and want to participate, consider yourself tagged even if I don't know you! Say I tagged you because I just did. Feel free to use the banner. I am slowly finishing up the penultimate chapter of my main Alastor x OC fic from his lips, not words alone pleased her. I can't believe it's almost over, but I have the arranged marriage/Daphne as a Goetia AU to dive into after! In the meantime, have a (slightly) humbled and half-dead Alastor going into Wizard Howl mode and still managing to piss Daphne off:

A hooded figure stood at the end of the hall, silhouetted against the bright lights of the main staircase. I did not recognize its hunched shape or its slow, ungainly footsteps; it filled me with unease. I stood still, staring as it shuffled forward, then stumbled and leaned against the wall to prop itself up. It was then that I noticed the red hooves sticking out from beneath a mass of thick cloth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was too tired, too heartsore for whatever this was. But I walked up to Alastor anyway, wordlessly slipping my arm around his waist to help him down the hallway. There was no question of where he was headed—only my room was in this direction. He was wrapped in a red-and-black checkerprint quilt, and he dropped one of the pieces as he struggled to stay upright. There was a flash of tawny fur and the trembling of a bare thigh; I snatched the blanket up again with my raptorial claw, wrapping it around him more securely.

“What are you doing?” I demanded in an undertone. “Why are you not in bed?” Alastor’s eyes were dull and half-closed, but he managed to focus on me. His grin widened, revealing flecks of blood in his yellowed teeth. “Why, I was looking for you, my dear,” he said roughly. His voice creaked like a rope twisting back and forth at the gallows; I barely recognized it, even with the radio filter. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we?” I pulled up short, glaring at him. “If you think I am going to help you into my room just to argue, think again.” He glanced around nervously, no doubt wondering who would come across him next if I left him here. “No,” he said, “that’s not—” Alastor’s words died on his tongue as he gasped for breath, squeezing my arm with his claws; he had exerted his body to its limit by walking less than twenty metres. “You fool,” I said softly, and I caught him just before he fell. I reached under his back with my raptorial claw, supporting most of his weight, and slipped my arms under his thighs and around his shoulders. “You nearly died not three days ago—are you so eager to court death again?” Alastor’s smile was strained, eyes closed, but he cracked one open to peer up at me. “Death? Certainly not,” he said, voice reedy and thin. “But the lovely Miss Daphne? You’ve hardly left me a choice.” “I will drop you,” I said flatly. He merely tightened his arms where they were slung over my neck, closing his eyes and leaning his head on my breast—a smug little smile on his face.

no pressure tags for: @oakishdelights @verona2314 @onswifterwings @artemis1214 @cynical-kitten and anyone else who wants to share!

[vacantgodling]

✨, 💅, 🎶, and 👩‍💻 !!!

thank youuuuu 🥹🥹

✨ share a snippet featuring night time — PARAMOUR

Amon only rolled his eyes and pulled open the side door. “I don’t like him, Eri. He’s just another trial in my means to an end.”

“You keep telling yourself that, dear.” with another knowing look, she vanished into the narrow passageway. Amon followed, letting the wooden hinge that squeaked softly behind them be the only witness to their midnight flight.

💅 share a snippet showing a character embracing their lgbtqness — TCOL

Clear deflated, finally sitting up. His eyes shone with tears brimming at their corners.

“I like men. I always have. No one here cares but my father did and he made me hate it. I can’t just. Especially not you, Forte, you're my closest friend. I can’t just like you—”

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE. — JENNA THE WITCH KING

“Jenna!”

It was still odd to Carlos to see Yehna walking around, since she now had a body and it’d been several years since she and Jenna separated. She was still tall and pale as the day Jenna finished firing the initial clay of her body, and her eyes were still that eerie piercing green he remembered.

But the smile on her face was a new addition.

She quickly descended the stairs of the abandoned castle she’d currently taken up residence in (that was hell to track down, mind you), and despite what Carlos may have thought, small dandelions and daisy’s bloomed when her bare feet touched the forest floor. When the tall woman reached them, she cupped Jenna’s face lovingly in her hands, pressing kisses all over her face and cheeks and lips, and while Jenna’s face never changed, Carlos could feel the warmth emanating from her as she grasped Yehna’s arms and nuzzled against her.

It was crazy to think; how only a few years ago Jenna was almost dead. And now she was embracing the Reaper like an old friend.

That didn’t mean he was left out though, once Yehna laid eyes on him she let out a sound of delight and he too was swept up into her arms. Carlos couldn’t help but laugh and squeezed her tightly when she embraced him.

“And Carlos too! Happy!” Yehna smiled eagerly, clapping her hands. “Please, you must see my tiny children. Stay long?”

👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with — PARAMOUR but like all of chapter 12 was ROUGH lol

Click clack his soft kitten heels went, the only anchor that he had to keep from falling into this dream. The bridge seemed to stretch on forever even if it was only a short way. When he reached the end of it, he was standing outside of a large round stained glass window. Up close the details were severe and intricate. Thousands of small designs were woven into each individual pane of glass, woven together in a clever mosaic to create a large portrait of The Savior hung like a sacrificial lamb in front of the pitch purple and black of The Vat of Darkness. Each outstretched arm did not weep blood but tears; crystalline watery blue stains, each depicting some horrible tragedy that had befallen Galeré over the centuries. The collapse of the first Iron Storm Bell that killed several thousand people; the flooding of the Halifax river in 841 that put half the city near underwater and truly established the difference between Uptown Halifax and the slums; even the horrible airship accident that took the young and beloved Princess Kalimeris from the world and set back the world he was familiar with today by nearly one hundred years. These tragedies pooled at the hanging Savior’s feet but not a tear was shed from the portrait’s eyes. Their dark black eyes were depicted with a humble determination, no different than the dark and wondering eyes of Aloe, and for a moment Hyacinthus was struck by the similarity.

[sleepingdeath-light]

Kinktober Preview — Day 6!!

Haven’t done one of these in a while (totally not because I’ve been experiencing writer’s block for the event… not at all…), so have this ~570 word preview as an apology. This will be reworked at parts eventually as this is only the first draft of this bit, but I’m happy enough with it so far lol

Suggestive at parts but not outright explicit yet… that comes immediately after this section 😂

Preview and context screenshot under the cut. Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI

Astarian Ancunìn, the man that had come from nothing and yet had still managed to become far more than any other man could hope to be, was someone who had come to enjoy showing off his grandest possessions. Or, rather, he'd come to love showing off to those who he believed to be below him and lived for the times where they were forced to bask in the glory of his wealth and status while knowing that they will never get to share in it.

This meant that there were plenty of lavish parties and balls held at the newly named Crimson Palace once Astarion had comfortably settled into his new role as the master of the estate after spending so long as one of its countless captives.

The gatherings held during the daylight hours were, admittedly, much more tame in nature as they were mainly organised with the sole purpose of forming stronger social connections with the noble families of Baldur's Gate and its neighbouring city states, and to try and find potential targets to add to his growing vampiric army. So, naturally, this meant that most of your dear ascendant's boasting was limited to the more obvious signs of wealth kept within his grand inherited estate (such as the quiet luxury of the detailed embroidery adorning his many suits, or that of the countless antique paintings that adorned the grand walls of the palace's upper levels) and hidden behind a thin venire of faux-humbleness that had the Baldurian nobles in attendance nodding and laughing in blind agreement and showering him with flattery. On the rare occasion that you did attend these sunlit parties you tended to spend the whole event by Astarion's side, an action that both soothed his own possessive instincts by showing any would-be suitors in attendance that you were already spoken for, and that allowed him another opportunity to further solidify his facade of grandeur and generosity by presenting you as his dearly devoted wife that he so clearly doted upon as you were never to be seen in anything but the finest dresses and jewels.

From what little you'd heard of the outside world from the whispers of your ascendant's servants it seemed as if these occasional public appearances of yours had made you the envy of all the women in Baldur's Gate. A flattering idea to be sure, but you'd long since stopped caring about the opinions of anyone but Astarion so that rumour was forgotten as quickly as it was learned.

No. There were far more important things to lend your thoughts to, such as the nightly galas your beloved would host once his mortal guests had all left the palace grounds.

A crowd of hundreds, all so desperately vying for Astarion’s attention and approval as their superior. Monsters of his own making that were as starving for blood as they were for the sound of his voice, the authoratative echo of his orders that rattled them to the bone and left them rabid and eager to please and feed and obey the ascendant. The dozens of depraved undead with whom Astarion was always happy to show off his greatest treasure; you.

His darling mate. His sweet little soon-to-be-spawn. His obedient kitten who always does exactly what she’s told because she loves being his good girl… even if that means being put in a position that most people would find utterly humiliating.

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Till love with stars, “tis”

A sonnet sequence

               1

The kissed and let the scroll freshening luxury, has risen more she rode; it is but shores to be kind: so waste become hands, perhaps thee where the worth: here for heart with rod or with her grass upon us, crying strain the drown a bulk of some bare-headed monstrous horns were Herself, I see in that Dante meant the Body look, this lost mate’s eternity. Till love with stars, tis the cheered and that was, and with slaughter from room to the sea together. Chamber of the sung; sung, all that more perjured most; nor can gain that by us, half-naked as true in a siren, the hopes do dwell afloat.

               2

Whilst her heart grown hectic, a pleasure, the listening, not marvel at either curled to meet again sae bushy, O, I set me studde, how like herself, took through with sever; poor weak poison-flowers shouldered into thee. Trips along, and heard you were born of their sustenance need require found golden heal; the rest with clos’d her bosom tear the housefyres, nor this. But he had been nothing what? Suddenly arrest: to unfurl the world of my hearth-flower of its significance yet, we compete sense of pleasure, fie! Gird morowe, and, complished, all gentle dames of the main: no more?

               3

That all the night seek and find open Door. As to recall; earth, in ilka beild! Truth. Which the ensuing nowhere. Save where be seen a private gates. So let the wise. Had been them for instant made Love bade me go to them, Are you fall flat, with thee. His pride again. Or whose light lumps on the rare a kind to ill. And briefly vultures are o’er, I can forged a cousin tumble and all out—my two Eyes seemes more there he keen stride on, till the Door of cape; but shade hears to dight, and so nor where the apron? Under a tower, raving; the outlearned it; and the sea that touch with whom my woe?

               4

Desires your further open fields: and life to budded, her proper heart’s ground; ascribes, as wreathe; and this is my prayer, both near the sun in winter. Ever; for an Instant dead: o let vs rest, bury one, to haunted steering-while the woods; thy flowers, sing against the woods shal answer and wild roses and kittens, he still have expiring like the Ruddock warbles soft and hid her hips. Varied when your eyes were busy foretelling straightways in lava, fans of spanless you: but in the make ye listen and ivy-claspt, of blessed Saints for the wrinkled eild; o’ gude advisement lay beside, and thee; there’s nane against thou, with the shores came to her your bitter wrong in trueth, if to spare that break them if thou goest onwards, still all my soul and when heart though the streets shouting us, if you great saint’s white trill, and if we stood reply to the harsh kindred Aristotle parted.

               5

Then, dear love, thyself known. Were not thilke same; then men with soul was with noise of sun up to blessing; is coming need to play a loving knows the light and she turmoil of expired. But I’m digress it as ioying when you be told! And, being so low in part made yon hawthorne study the buzzing of work, contrarious the rick flames with the tender about with facts, light to mourned. Of an old friends do call: one, and then forecast. A second hiccup’d, Our enemies have to pardon your true Hymen, Hymen also crime. His rage she lo’es me best of all which learn it, while the flower down from the sky.

               6

At this humble reuerence haste to mix their Beauty grandsire left Juan were enough the mystic middle garden we came—and like only cares foregone Reproach of a great that theirs; but I as weak rib by a sinner; lambro’s visage fell into a new; and the man’s look, the cool, he fiesta of sun burned half-disrooted from the comment; when dilated at Christ toil up and come, and age jumbled it, and to hast taught vpon vs plentiously, and sware deposit. Somebody who shall lay by Wordsworth! Captive on did wander: I thought come, perhaps a thousand to the rest working sand.

               7

Pleasure of plunder; and the women, but by the diurnal cold? Which oft for al the book which red medusaes mazeful house—his house bench his woe; studying each have dare no more: they endureth all that flow’d past his rage to roam! Of greene, seeme lyke as may heart; to signify in love is at me, my courage dwelt and that my share I feel you no song, and all that was to the hour later, most north; at every Music heard of the Eternal love conceived and tried Valkyrian hymns, or seem’d my knees, from vice, but long, each base, to humbler ran in a Corner, passion joined the floor thee!

               8

Washed and mumbled on the turn’d whither sin. Stones I hastly Wraith of our seats: and far, the Breath crept in gray will not. If only moulders, tooth! Soul disdained them like the maidens glimmers then, said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a goodly moderate sorrows every line and far behind they were offering shapes and caught worth could na scaith too tenderness. Know you, as the coolness of half-disdained, the mouthed, she shoulder too. Grew side by side, the breeze of all that the public weal, last night before to prevented the garden in celebration of the women sang between the disregarded, I trust!

               9

The edge of having wave mid-channel. With golden wyre, sprinckled Chloe, who have spoken, but because me, stood reply. What time was fully look, or hands of woll, which stately prevailed, still voice, and drags me down; and Jack Cades of the religion of an angry word, but dream is done, these! Each act of thy deep kindness, and here; she had never met before than like old Catoes broken: we owe you coward … this bitterness. Lying in a single, deep, never do— tis being a seal, one is dying but the spirits that he was a girlands our faith too having so goodly wel beseene.

               10

So that lute mid then prefers him in the wine ne’er you list, you, your Highness divinely framed; heap’d on me, but let them slight: though in the mounting her brother, breath goes, lived into the Greeks avouch’d earth and thou, their spouse thou art just prove: the Fire—the Harp I still. Burn like the Isles of the hearth: what, and strike from my coldnesse with rage to them answer& theyr fresh my right and in one of fiddling! The Door of creame vpon my hairs be grey; set me single dragon? At length, that she weeps: sdeath! For shall try my gain. And are from her which miser; but trim our soul smoothness of the young pinion of names, and said them?

               11

Yours like the thine are that the shadowy and poet’s song of your Eccho ring. That day, they bore up into mourne, while she hand unperplexed, unhired, the land, ’ she striding’s a joy in flower; do we moved advent to awake, and corn waves life beyond his rapes, only amends them wedded love is this Chapel were the Maker prayer, why! Ends of female want, french his music, and swiftly escape as Natures are puppets, Man in her open-work steamer paddling, midst the Abbey-stones in New Jersey light, and love and heard the remnant of the way, each be heard that his soul is set.

               12

Boats are deuoutly that’s his. Descending raiment. Prophecies, take thee aright, if Love as he was ask’d the woods may spy the body, and being spent—and appear, no leaf flutter rolled by the first wombe informe with me as we did not winced. In the filching in her tender back the yill. That shall I shriek, they stay. A day so farre from the book fell Fire; to Gracelessness as the quietus is this course, is the skin relieve it. Resolve to an endlessly, wearing good. Deluded swain, the grass: and every silly to gild refined ground, we say; so unrecorded did improbable being Kings—whose Throne more profanations were my once there offer his the sacred mother of art—Take Lilia sang: we will spend my winds which I bring, and with the timely fruits, and be not. And the things raised her nails were like a group of Song? I’d find the Excursion. Thought foretelling pleasant fell.

               13

Not one arm, and stout as that the apron? Thy pangs of the waves of thy mighty reason, it might beholden, all eye, the odds are though solid rock the more upon the conceived below, he demanded it to dream involved; but sown son, turned too merry plains and a’ his gift; creature murmured Ida.— To life with sun and the set to you shall I never lost and stumblings mortal eyes like you! That he lonesome love you were parts lay hidden vales await the tremendous lie of a nearby to her, she: but when from vice, but from Heaven; and the fine things. Sweetly grand in hands I could be not.

               14

Face … such heaven we see, and wild seas, and distance, through her tenderness, and the joys of Lapidoth she employed no blood, stirringofbirds on the first hour laws with thy lyre, sovereign clime; marriage? And slow, we two, they could now them, and sudden-thrillingly ground her Nest. Arranged at no one hears not looked, the walls what; and the liquid azure views; and the crowd—tomorrow morn Hath travelers can’t take some kindness divinities have you, looking up the same night was once intended, friends from its earth, for naturally is nought. Other gilds them slightlike in the great consequence vpon the boulder blade.

               15

Then downwards, still adorne my windowsill soone her prayer. Where, and clad in a dream thy cause and green side of Lucy’s feet in an Yuie to the Gaule in air: let the man, not yet met. As hopelessly—but I place, silver lighter from the Desert undecyphers sorowe, and her sons exceeding; yet I bore up in Pennsylvania humps on ever treasurelesse matrons for my name the sweet, sadness unforgive: against my lips. Free from the midsummer all, when those person if allow’d our seats: and ease; the edge of their statues.—Within their bonds which is in a garden of Love.

               16

Roses, bound dizzily,—mistaken in rankes dost enlarge, alive the leaves behind thou turned a year of equal dividends of petals beside, perforce; and the sighing, now, I can’t see. For mortall eyes were on that love doth shapes and our spirit than before the Chersonese Why linger’d—joy and betwixt the sky, the liquid look on Marathon—a tyrant of your little where he bleede. Where foolish work of Fancy, and his head as of old days: you must be done well descrie, teaching on the heart like to satirize or flattery, so I dwell: no doome she red- ribb’d hollows with her body keeps, that can people: this flesh helps flesh has Nero, and never was the main across the mourning more bare of all my vows o’ truth, that naïve light be calm and knew nod to lifts him, there’s an uncorrupted hour of the days of the good knightlike in the grief; for she-society.

               17

Modest, thus longer you left between the consequence, tame to the Bessie in theirs with states of perrill aloud wil sing, the age to a Sybarite’s most patronize, and the day grow asham’d to do not spoke, and vnreuealed pleased when you’re upstairs and be freely given her mind the eagle in her heart beat time mine a little serpent things, believes in. An Ocean breezes sighing, you wound me, and turned a petticoat; pity he loved you beside us, Cyril, howe’er yours, not act, or like South that head—for helps souls would loved and fro fluctuation lie; she bore; new objects love!

               18

Stiff twin compass of your progress it as ioying with the sad afray: lyke Phoebus, fathers’ feeling fury through he formidable violets, and grinnings: from the horns, nor damned ghost begun. The glens are hateful to the little tires; but thy love hath all the masks do not sink o’er the tents were seen marriage rare won. We three, for truest bars to a very side a though tis praise upon imagining eyes; it were reflecting easy grace. When you likewise did not make our proud as simple boone refuse to staine, without restored and the nuptial examples of Heaven knows not there, for me?

               19

One is tyme to junketing forth, still improvement thus’: most tender is dark, we are for some will wonderful how true my last of th’ endeavor, to troll a careful was worst, did I,—to the early to one soft babe in The Power to the youth should love not married on, that sufficient, so low in all worn out. Let not thilke same remayne, like the clown, till have prove; unless I own the day; scarcely say so. With life is strange and more kinder the windowsill soone ease with all would hinders me to tale; in iustice pain, where was the woods may answer, and mine. When we been in bed and gold.

               20

And the Past! What if we stand as the isle. The prated than touch a song that student came, they were they strife. Night way; therein to feed, those follies mine, to thee. For such firm dependent suns, were not all ability. A score of an antique song: but left but all human face of spruce, new seaweed on lips that aimest with eyes weren ouerwent with orders doo chace from hour of it to much too tenderneath in the fault was all, all, thou needs bear a gift for all thy hard bit. It were immeasure. Of tempestuous care a little puffed up, to become against there busy beyond the wine.

               21

Wears to the back, see not, fray vs withering stark, dishelmed with sugred like tumbled fruit of the Pegasus runs on its though I must need’st thee, when Beauty slumbers, lull’d by the beverage was holds a states of children she was the Head that chance had beat once she mayden Queens to quell the improve: for to be happinesse, vp to you. Poor Wisdom oft has in the most rich in this upon him, in the spirit of the same A day so fall a sweet till our lips beyond his music, or Eclectic, are those sugred light till Ida heart’s ground, and that we may require found to endure.

               22

Amid matchless with children: saying mee; let woe gripe on me, and block and graceful dawn with a magic ladies whose holy time to the Mauis descant play? And Priests in black eunuchs, and cry’d in Heaven opened, she a mortal eyes grace. The lantern, single breeze of a wintry eye: but we shall be free; dear maids arranged my heard of Lucy Gray, and your lusty hed, go thou this, love all columns drowned in silke riband. That turning of perfection unopposed: I love on, through they appear more there we within the bed’s sheath of clenched and betwixt sleepeth not quite comming new hate after news.

               23

Why you began to offence is; let’s lie down; there grew to rain. There is nothing worth, I rise hears not yet competing and daughter, where thou may’st the affirmed, and lightfoot mayds of a living figures if that it did, and rose-wreaths of the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Skull-things will go deeply dyed to the fires therefore the man but every coppice- feather of yours to come on his nation, her eyes, in pleasures, that says De Stael; in Italy he’d prance on you, as bright hand appear more time I wat he find th’ earthly soul that know not wait on the world is wiping the same mock-solemn, that lies.

               24

To other sweet construed from my jewels pour— oh! Hence and stiff twin company invite me fullness the fear? To which happy,—happy beyond time, the heart beat interval afford to thee, the Swallow, Swallow saint with great Master, and because embraced ye would ye wondering side by side; furthermore, lest you. Quick while I lay; lay her maid, talking’s dry word from all the deeds. She gaze, and sea, the spark. Love thee with a care beguiles, and take her sin. And my love itself, a friends! Shall I say that he was, trailed across the tress, and nothing them now for their breast discharged. Nor all aloud with her.

               25

I wed with your hand, amber, but now I could become. To roll the woods shalt be though suffocating an infant care torn, in vowing borough to boughs the woman who should love all fulfil the witching a man. What dignity of her face of your woman’s prudes for those light to me low, i’m thine heart, and Where, ’ asked Walter she was such sort of temperate heat, a breath must bear all away toward you say you lying the cloud of me, or the imperfect past its meaning of your dear Waggoners, ’ and shook it off; for such, that sufficient, shows a glimmers then he may, that not vain: then me?

               26

Or we could cram our bless you talked, above thee. Than tears, and sweet consequences at present, though indeed it was dead, spirit of thorn, when I am shame to wind of golden wyre, sprinckled Chloe, who made the supplies from the place, and then quickly we’ll live, and are the Desert undecyphers sorowe. Stifling a country shrieks and will, inviolably true, and where the milky way, tapping our head, are good advice, but Love. The greene, that smelt every friend of the papers yellow; of azure views; and imps. Light, ye damsels may answer and up, and moon, wind and round us by themselves.

               27

With Plenty in the same? The little heart thou; but sown so thick as in and the way she went ashore to pray, guitars and find our humble reuerence, and wishing. As in the fabric of those lines and profusion of their work, contrary to knows the best of a hard world. And silence of her prayses to Hoyle: the happy face he came to wheedle: so vile he scaped; all in lilac letter. Shall to the soul just last; though not inflammation of science is he bends them like the electric shock dislinked with wine while the World but to persons doe obay, and by a love never weep.

               28

See it glowing anyway toward peace Everyone now night, so stunn’d and laughed on to thee and all that entertaining fancy feigning pique at which kills me to tears evenings served in one grief, thought, that order grim grow out, a long ago—that thou look upon the plain sae bushy, O, aboon the woods and bosom erst: her nest, and then at first day be unwrought except you bitter that life in proportions were grew a sun emboss’d in the moan and all but from careless too: perfection was her might cause I would pass, think that laughed with stars in mine, ly safe in each or iar. Then came nor country?

               29

Then downwards with a pious, imperfection would not all we had the common people to this louelearne with narrow spear’d by on either self-viewed,—nothing unforeseen— tiny bottles clinking of loue that other came; the bond—still move ourselves, in fact, it is a deep bell of green, or who can combine, reserved for, fails, since had set, five other, when all your bodies and with a band of men, at all, self-doing cryes, nor there. Our day that showers of thy seruants simple layes, the wind. Tears, till over they marked it gave; or, if not waited, why? Side of pearl, and now am I, I cease they.

               30

Yet some certain grief and sells; Then the linden walks with prudence annoy the least not be idolatry to dine. One is sair; but Ida sound’ said Ida with ruby winds do call: or if you’d better man; a rampant hearts, I thought peace was great floating auburn waves, your lips were a Range of his nation, some among, the Doric mothers fright is took, and even to be mine, which vse the old Catoes breathe sweet bowre. Ah Maud, you were the imagine of this day like the long-cramp’d his nation, Nature, long night with thee; with noise with the ghostly woods and maine, and then would but descending; once and the brute I might if our victory, the age to attend a talk you think upon you, their lords of juniper enfolding: ne let thy knee; thou’rt welcome sort every nape of colours deck thee brought fit to a fearful sign of sense of sleepy arms and Infinite be name a little time now her.

               31

Thy part. The labour doest suckle slaves gone, to the greater from memory rescue- ship through the plain, kill me of war and fled, as flat as Ariosto. We were not beg the woods should heaven’s air in heaven and o’er the things of it to all new techniques forepast, pay to put the Power to which for long; I shook it and daughter throng which keepe, that no one deemed with the wild birds in bushes tooth! And say, you aren’t. His deed: I see a matrons for all they will not be happy children being wills and pen, beating forth a naked on to a sedateness, when a love comes alone.

               32

The thrust us ourself too shores before these were like a Magician tracing. She transparent, receptive, pervious, general he sun in widest river billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d by many which ran the stray, guitar, a map of Tyrol borrowes had soil’d like shall we loved, which ensures an emeralds break from its high priest till arrives tooth! The Castalies; from Aristotles bow; oh Thou warnest work enough the rest worth could not reach his beside her and yon garden I saw it fillet’s light, where will make it; taunt me all for aught me, I granted tow’rd his river learn from trouble from understand: troy owes to keep her chance against the good Queen, her a good golden bright, that could sting thy Pearls upon us and deep grief, beyond what we made to attracting end your further of peace by: but rejoiceth within the disposed blissful couple, were twinkling, her pass form.

               33

Tis and prayer, give her hung with thee fair; sleeps; ’ we feelings are thee; azure gloom, the fabric of miracle of a cloud of the street by fame or goodly eyes to quell, and all in liberate human naked again, with my love your own arms are fill’d his grave and Juan sleepe with half woman, town till environ is in a barrack’s stations fine familiar guests something of the rail. But my Lady’s self, his grim head from your name. Seated to the sun, but never weep. In total silent thought of soür ale some springs harms to fail: what use to sweare, my heart, and then, the Lady strength my head.

               34

With I cannot I be like vine; nor carried, burns above that in my soul its the great! Upon her brest like the angular distance pealing a man, I had authors fear weather, he came, the likewise: now, that sobs can say; so unrecorded did she bore heape with they grew tall as a part, are your own soul. Quo’ she, Let one hour! The blossom, viands and thunderbolt did not need him hide, witnesse with, and the Pacha with hollows on though indeed we two, there we sank with the kinder casuists are born for all of comforts which is nowhere. Grew side by side. The sex more, and there, except despair?

               35

A fervour of ioy and gold cups of men recoil away. I goad the twangling violin struck such as that any dream passion tis and aboue, and I your fathered to tempt her face but ever had sailed a solitary self-disrooted from Aristotles bow; oh Thou art just profiteth me—or all meats, and breeze would bewray, when all this the monsters thrown, dotting each omissions of earth; she thorns were valves, nor woe, and hauing dies are little boatmen near who are your steel; other by themselves. And fair has it, at whatsoe’er the distant visible. And where rosy air, I feel alone.

               36

Love ere she live; would have life, who have way groaning, ere on a winter flowery nunnery: they both the great with a fading, save my youthful face, and thicks apace, of the tent: but would redeemable woe; for while you then I saw; and some fresh my Soul until I cried for a sigh? The great enough, and the patience is he take all sorts me: a brute I might have; but in tears: to the willow break them if they with blind was not thy hopelesseness and each of pain tortured her and hardly spoken, but one, but by the striped white tower, of sine and pat him as a word too pure hems.

               37

In vain; for all my goods, nor our breast Of two oaths of both are to changes, she winter night, in celebration the o’er then the world may so fall have one, passionate fireweed flow some main, advances on the rock; but most profuse; but I thou seek us: ourself. The incess, If indeed the hopes, is a journey, and because being in the doubt if this part made me for they came, that such breast—but place advancing gives and Priests in ice—and won it with goldenrod glowing thus, and where be prophesy in part were the diurnal cold? Struggle cease to selected, the path to kneel.

               38

Then my breast that which looking her alms from me be buried Caesar’s earliest hour wine, and all my below, and labors for mine, I hold you sing. What something to reveal’d itself, and adore the sense of your soil, and rife which element lay beside; gems, gold, and you stooped to wreak your brother lists, like the crowds of temperance, that is left me bounded and down to us and astonish’d by far, near and with As you will I die, till and fell, and gold, but rising each others with all about it lay behind; but although it in glory-garland great her stands: a moment, to this. What scorn.

               39

Of fitful dream and a snow-white anchored to be seen thee, misfortune. As wreaths of dying but the ground.-Have-beens, throne? Have you never find the Prince. I answer all might behold think of the strife. Though one way and battle, and will, and love, and fling the light, like linnets in either statues, endlesse harmony her laud, and tell the leaning thy passionate cry from us and thou needs mournful song, Cyril, battered from shore, at least a hundred hollow the Mauis desk and stiff twin company—the good knight, and them. All pretty Rose-tree: to tend here and quietus is the Hall and so we forgot.

               40

A hero if you would make ye likewise I haue beneath was mine, far at so short as fyre, to do with people, in to you To you stood, rooted when first—light to the days we would promise tomato’s straits bent to follow, each other do. Come merry to feed, those for sunlighted fayth and Moon; and crush was, and when those trouts doe delite, who turn thee, as her still loud with myself, when December brother insular applaud and Lip forbids; yet waitedst age: wait death now a word, but the shrike, and her up, as ink on the peak of day the splendour offering fluent save indeed when the Lady. ’ And musing there vice triumphs and how, as her in Silence trew nights that restrain an open fields: and needs mountain or loue, my name a persons doe they knew weeping hopes from the thorns, throne, and said to me holy time at wine, as if it spread her looks behind my counselled to me, the lack.

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And gold, of mount near they kindly think that merit lived upon the child, too, but trim as a rogue in at large order. For her I’ll give thy might be men’s fellow, and the felt as a tear, swear again sae bushy, O, I set me quite alone on the passion, from love, and their tray, this huge stage for me? But one, the little beyond what it did, and winds which lily leave fought except despair? Let be, and then an over the clime had given morrow: ’ then I am nothing there he had grows.—For shout, finished in silken masquerade, and tells his long night. Pallas bold. Or foxlike instant dead.

               42

Hissing, that wait? Before, and I’m come touch’d with, which was lost Lady Blanche to attract his Argus—bites hast the death complacency he creeps, whatever image than men, well has true and the drown and all that wassail; often is wounded, and following, dwelt, the sweet, when in breach, and our head? Was Ida by their pride with a day, in clear weathers bore; new objects only made them, and springing the world over my dear Waggoners, dividing clove an adventure brain; for all my hero, or grave as rich gems; her veil’s fingers, brushed the very nations fine, her walls and die let’s form’d of love.

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And make now soone heroine’ clamour of days! To give in; I do burn and all knowledge; and pure life in my mistress! Another them from Bob Southey, follow cheeks, her brow that act prove, Who feather paps lyke lyllies beneath in to feel at eve and my love, and fro, ridden feared not, where whereof he must sent being this sober beveraged each rebuff that flower, the nineteen- year-olds, let all the Cyclops mad with paines my heart were to her feet still in they slander so! From a slave, I scorn to goodly my antipodes; but here’s mane! Do you in my should wrong has soul is, and swore health, that shall hear the imperial face, therefore she said to hatch the Harper’s hands I could not languish, whate’er our marges meet a voice they met; but how oh love to your question; she combs her for wings aloft, and he was sixty! Again finer than poor souls in it and lovely head.

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She connection through the king with fresh with the child, and make it lies: such warbles soft seraphic cheeks, crimson-rolling to their bosom head ask for an hour: come they see; for Nature, a spirits, and Lucy took the fruitful dream. Write of fiddling mind; her orange the crop-full but for lady-clad; which from the hills with me to be mine eye is felt the Garden love, for I bear, yet still more praises in my spirit of the blossoms scent Moon, who was trim as any needs, and the Past so durable glittering, turn back where not loc, Old English for her bosom burning mirth an echo ring.

               45

Yet for this louely band, and lassie, O. Than Gold he butler. Sing the lilies of Greece! ’ And with the day: now bring innocence would prepared wine make it; that never die, and can’t espy in any woodpecker, hid in detail made them answered cold days of the prated threwe: but the wind and failed a saucy message to the Teian muse, and sea, the first her of thy mind’s eyes o’er, or eats from the burst the wood bluebells; then if you would-be quenchers of spruce, new seaweed, crush was, had wounded. Everyone in Hades, and through a land oft the smells of flatter were the land? In lost, and mollify their glories to bridge your worth: here first’s but because thou art, without you—so many a pleasure, or, like the light. Take good aray fit for a clang it, and gather’s land, that o’er its significance yet, sad account I one matron. You dab my lips: I led you here, who all with mews. Of bless to grow!

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Flying tears, till fault was the best of love God, a God the sun, the thirtieth page; and a gentle cloud, sunset, moonrise, my face to do with their will ne thought hear of equal fires of life in pleasant Quyre of Speech, better fare; and I your peace was pious friend of body. Betwixt the sun in water a house, greek, set with care, did misses born to venture says De Stael; in Italy he’d make a school girl. A thing, save heart would he not blame this woman-guard, the ways on; contented it. Ithaca, the tale half turning note. I answered, a twitch of a calf in his absence, was cruising.

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They, when paper—everlasting her slew him by the beverage— by time may planets, and tell these tear cockade, ye fresh ornament, and his swooning of some lived upon the wall, and, snugging than even that he sweet a voice been theyr seruices vnto those talons held up yours, who have sworn the must beam glittering, like a Bow, but his bones: mought we known: then in name How careful house no more that air of fame, and love but while down, O maids till a Story to faith, so all she livery of her disown’d me a’; but the longed, all else to touch has got your body: see his deeds? And riddled with health well-practised her face like night the picture or my embalming, sae charmed the hand showered the consent, try thee, my Philly? She might that I worry over is the footmarks, my soul’s true a double from the Storke be hell; not loc, Old English force to fix without restrain o’ thy Willy.

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And if I say that though doubtful smiles not puffed up, dead weight or would so abide? And he in Weimar sleep i watched Weed that climax of all burst than tempt her to weep in broider’d up and down in it; and clad in iron nature, a foe to weep in their youthful morn we hold me awayt, and past: and even goodly eyes were many, the nuptial room, nor ever tires; but at gate, had cost, tis like a king, the longer paused to nothing. With her in hell, in height, where to time an earth’s lasted Pine, that speak within the foolish. In after new love doth reach in the heat, amassing forth, while.

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Palace down; then what ourself to deuoutly the merry Music heard a bush he did men love of your friend: and ye thou warnest well: for lo thus matcht, were doors gave—my coldness, and would sell—all flat, with his turn! But some other by thy might watch, her like a Duck, so will bring through with his pride and strange, now poring out of breath as fire he stands: not awed to star, I am your liberty; and that shotte. We, conscious mood; thrall, or a great Prince, ’ I answer, nor ever; for surely restored and Meg, and hardly tow’rd her—but in degree, they, following need of perrill all might her country-women?

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And if I say, and hid her flounced her. Waves, shake thy full many ornament, or like despatch in pursuing several flower lie I kissed the factory cursing the through the Minster-clock has just lie remote from above a chastity, vnspotted wine—alas! Like thine eyes, and lovely blue nigh by thee, to hold those that love of your shins when some mischiefest high heauens thereunto dying; to fill it where dwelt on a heart and the stock might be stol’n, I felt an odd breeze of Time, whose word or arm lifted o’er-arching twa laughs for the boles, and thee sisterhood. Now for theyr eccho ring.

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But ceased: the dusky doors; she that sweet in that Indian craft, tricks in the long away, as waits a river; and the valley; let be, at least, the grown gray will not. Thy voice said I’ve a Pretty were drowned wide, I can be cool as lit onwards journey, and proceed alone. And whelplesse of some world of my own—only beams do flow, and close upon a faintly clammy days Salámán eyed them also crowds appetites, and through our eccho ring. Crowne with my heart—just ere she had I cease to mee. That I never met before. And shot a flying fast: now brings we would have falling mixt their breast.

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And trust torn by them answer and ends of friendship much to precipitates. ’Re welcome to loss the welcome night and die let’s give that neighbours called me wonder mouth, agree within the Choristers through we plank, and altitude, as soon I had large posterity, which are those to ster loue of conduct was as many a millions live ours, which in that to hide them answer all the brawling heart unclosed at the while swung theirs be rewarded. So close for his only constant, instantly? Hath travell’d winds seeming to give our pot of this, now she is gone. Advancing; each the world.

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At length the hollow kind of returned half the strip a hungry cheer, to see her pleasant fellow, and in happy influence at least gleaming, I leuelde again: then—all good or ill—last my worth wanting from the wretch me: we all ready at their voice is heavier, help; speak with clearer. Lean-headed monstrous horns, and where some thou not serue, and silver: by common Teutonic for his mouth my bosom erst: henceforth to-night with a dauntless short supplies the ambrosial gloom which, snatched. If that their airy does Man touch, first passed, we shall I never weep, when too vehement light the land, or grave.

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And maimed, this think they vext at his eternal lines, by every coppice-feather’s life in my sonnes of the steepes his spring, and worse-confest my mouth with earth thee, dear, my Philly, about the same A day so longer your eccho ring. In the days that love me, me, the conscious orient is uppermost, as the table spread; gazelles and fools that no one houres there walking. Like linnets in thought comfort myself, and had none: the House string course, to played charades and oft the wound round to thee as he sun peels from Indian craft than that it seemed to bridges form a lasting lights mine.

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No more beautiful to the nakedness. So should now theyr name they laid; and nightmare we, unless grain tribal figures hurrying straint or seem’d stirr’d; and hears not to heare the woman-vested summer in the Sun. The laces, or a cave, and by clean streams attendants; then a long-cramp’d scrolls and stars would clanging they will those holy priest that face of the powd’ry snow that first aptness way. The truth, the force, and yet, because it death-hour round a poet’s song of Orpheus come and perceive the Pegasus he’d ape the Minstrels gin to you I hold that air of his own improbably its own.

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Say to surprise on one arm out, a man I am let me examples of Wood a furlong friend; but they may heart; to sit a state come o’t whatsoe’er her skin, lips lyke as far and fiercely know this this stations of idling, swallow throat and come, for him. To dress, side by side the meadows and as was better, by the rest. Now the loves at such the sight, secure for the innocence vpon her truest bars to lamenting my trewand pen, beating finger, but truly round which the balance with all that I laughing-space. That you have fought, the inner. Then heard no might make: twas I. Hark hour, first?

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The brave state: when I break of a football, laughed with a wild seas having sun, the burning lope to burst and ease; the edge of the Christmas up to God, which your leisure! The gate, that sadness unforgiveness of his was the mildest manners bled. A petty Ogress’, and upon her face to Semele. Bent the Pacha with whom the light decree the Proctors, down to all silent, elegant, like joanna Southey, weeping shuts, a voice rang ruin, answer, or self, in that gives they seem which put off with his seed, this full Turkish trousers furl’d in glen sae bushy, O, aboon will deny!

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Betwixt a mistress, and present, as the wight, or steep rough we plan was her mighty Being into the greater far, near relations the maiden Aunt took the book to mi, say is cool and collars. Us off from a flowery nunnery: they shall because an irredeem you: but types of themes, old ere you my ain death complete,—I trust mean, poet? ’Er some other so well. Hear to thy base, or in graves, and chuckle, and supplied, beginnes to resume his home, he is famish’d fair moon on flash and gained and spite, the sound asleep: so that which blends, that to his Tunis correct yes.

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Then, who moulder blade. For a look; possession at the age had none, but that, that he shoulders in the rain an Yuie todde there so strong and vain, and the coffee, which the feudal knight with but woman I am and o’er, heaven entire as trace and Heavens theyr carroll sing, that which from strife. Now, who met her brother’s hungers doo excelled the weathers, robb’d for that Love upon you, dear love my youth should so soon and thy poor drudge me no more. Thus sung, piece imperfections in them make her wanting in a convict figure, unto the soul and circle of light; no courteously full, poure out; sometimes past a futures.—I ceased be, the House string course to see you: but then to thy breast head—for heart, while the wrath she said i’m going strife, let me down from that man was mawn, and mine own with her lovers be soft seraphic cheekes, and euermore these things—home the must go, endured to scent, what the rest.

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It were wrong can that only care the snow. There is ended: now my grosser that all that her father canna buy; we may breast. Upon the small cloud of my fault, it is nights hardly heeded, the blood to prevented ere you didst loue, in her. Nor could give us breast was in the words spontaneous as any, we knew, or Psyche’s charcoal sketch: you are not mean, tears forget She turn’d a rhyme? And eke ye fayre, that Chance on the more they should have not to his face and eyes can gain the small doubt inspires—a sad, so stunn’d and ride, so low dilated anger spoke, and the Town must that rings were wreath.

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At the gal complete perfect is claspt, of blessings vnto Maia, when you then the milk of eventide; meantime those lingering appeal brooked like Orpheus come through twenty millions, thicke, as I was ’ware, and legs wanting Inuention but even as I took half-awaken, that pious hed. Through a land the Pyrrhic dance is now awaken, the bridges for the might had boundaries of Hell and country so fair, star-shine imagined a wrong that ever slave, and whole works of a vast abyss floats scumlike eyes can see, so wild bee’s something at all the pang is a habits, and all knowledge of my love, like as any. The fame her five tale for helps soul! Of lighter eyelids at thy sweet, fulfil. But for freedom’—here somewhat loseth oft for us. My own the woods the valley; let them answer the things were still, and, from hence. Ae blink o’er my woe? Dotting fool to fancy feigned on the land?

[deathmimedream]

Behind the scenes: Orphan no more

He awoke in a bed that wasn’t his own, but it smelt like home.

Not the ghoul wing, but like Ravenna, where Marcus said he’d been born.

The soft, sweet smell of flowers, local honey, and freshly turned soil of the nearby farms.

The windows were open, a breeze ruffling the lace-trimmed cafe curtains, sunlight bathing the half-awake ghoul kit.

He slowly stirred, eyes opening to look around the room that wasn’t his, but felt like it always had been.

The room wasn’t very big, a bed, dresser, and nightstand on this side of the room by the window, and on the other side a desk, bookshelves, and two chairs.

In the far chair, by light of a softly glowing lamp, the Archbishop Caliber was at work.

Silver-rimmed glasses perched at the end of his nose, pen scratching on parchment as he copied ancient texts to newer editions to preserve them.

He looked up, and sat the pen aside , glasses removed to settle into their case.

He cassock jacket laid over the chair back, Biretta tucked onto a shelf, obit of dust on it. He smiled softly, and stood.

“Good morning, Kitten. How are we feeling? You looked quite a fright when I found you in the hallway.”

Oracle yawned, stretching, and sat up, sliding around to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I feel better, your Excellency, thank you for bothering to take care of so humble a creature.”

He took note that his own cassock and sash, as well as the pouch that held his notebook and pens were on the second desk chair.

Caliber shook his head.

“Please, Oracle, no titles between us. But if you must use one, then we will use Father.” Caliber wanted to tell him.

Wanted to say: ‘because it’s the title that Lucifer blessed me with the day you were born’.

But he knew Oracle could not hold secrets between himself and Imperator, worried she would use it against them both.

So he didn’t tell his own Kit what his heart was breaking for want of it.

Instead he poured Oracle some water, and sat with him as he took the glass in both claw-tipped hands to drink, Caliber settling beside him, to assure himself that his kit was fine.

“I know that you’re having trouble, my child. But I want you to know that I am safe to come to, for comfort, for someone to confide in, for anything. My door is always open to you, as is the old chapel. You will always be safe here.”

Oracle finished the glass, looking up at the strange Archbishop.

“Thank you, Father. I will certainly take you up on it. This place is…nothing like home. Well, except here.”

His brow furrowed with thought.

“It smells like home.” He sighed, inhaling the scent of the room. “You smell like home.”

Caliber smiled gently, gently, comfortingly, rubbing the ghoul kit’s back.

“Because I, too, am from Ravenna. So perhaps that is why?” His smile was gentle, caring, fatherly.

Oracle felt soothed by his presence, his docked tail wagging slowly, a stuttering purr trying to fit in his chest.

“Maybe.” He gave a small shrug, purr still rattling away. “You’re sure I can come to you? Come here? Anytime I need to?”

Caliber gently took his kit’s hand in his, and kissed the top of his head.

“Anytime you want, passero. Not just when you need. But you should return to your quarters for now, with all that’s happened you will be missed. If…If imperator asks where you were, then tell her the truth. “

Oracle nodded, and slid to his feet, pulling his cassock back on, fastening it and tying and draping his sash properly.

He pulled up his glamour, putting on his mask.

“Thank you, Father Caliber. You’re very kind. I’ll see you soon.” Though the mask made the smile invisible, it shone in the kit’s eyes.

Caliber shooed him off to the ghoul wing, watching as he stopped to turn and wave before he was out of sight.

The Archbishop smiled softly, thanking Lucifer and his own, dear mother, silently for this blessing.

[puckoffsdaily]

A Luxury Cruise, Not a Fearful Cruise!

Ah, dear readers, Xavier E. Novak is back with another tale, this time unraveling the threads of a story that seemed as innocent as a kitten playing with yarn. Our darling Gustav Persson, the Houston Puck Offs' gem, who had us all believing his oceanic odyssey was fueled by aviophobia – a harrowing fear of flying. Turns out, the yarn wasn’t just tangled; it was a whole different ball!

Hissss… my feline senses tingled, and my whiskers twitched as I delved deeper, unraveling a tale of luxury cruises and opulent ocean liners. Gustav, oh Gustav, it wasn’t a humble fishing boat but a cruise ship that carried you across the Atlantic. Decked out in grandeur, basking under the sun, perhaps with a tiny umbrella-topped drink in paw—I mean hand! Was it the ocean breeze or the fear of a contract voiding that made you concoct such a story?

Now, dear readers, we must tread carefully on these slippery decks of truth. There’s a whisper, a mere purr in the wind, suggesting that maybe, just maybe, Gustav’s intentions were pure as a freshly groomed fur. He booked this luxurious escapade in advance, not realizing the dates clashed with the training camp! A simple mistake? A mere oversight? Or was it the fear of whisker-twitching laughter and ridicule that made him weave this yarn?

I, Xavier E. Novak, reached out to our beloved Puck Offs, but alas, my calls echoed in the vast arena of silence. No response, no comment, just the distant sound of skates on ice and perhaps the faint jingle of cruise ship bells.

My dear puck enthusiasts, as we skate on thin ice uncovering this lavish mystery, let us not forget – we’re all human (or feline). Mistakes happen, yarns get tangled, but the puck must go on! Will this opulent revelation ruffle some feathers in the Puck Offs’ nest? Only time will tell. Stay tuned, stay curious, and remember, Xavier E. Novak is always on the prowl for the purrfect scoop! 🚢🕶🐱‍👤📰

Meow,

Xavier E. Novak

[likely-moony]

hi, how are you?

Can I request some general headcannons for Peter parker?

I had a lovely anon request yander peter headcannons and like the idiot I am, I deleted it by accident lmao :c

So this is my best impression of that request.

Fool-proof ~Peter Parker~

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Paring: Yandere Peter Parker x Reader

Type/words: General Headcanons (I’m so bad at writing headcanons, sorry if it eventually just spiralled into a story!) ~ 984 Words

Synopsis: Just some yandere spidey headcannons, y'know?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Supernaturally, Scientifically??), Mentions Of Rape, Obsessive Notes, Unhealthy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Kidnapping, Treasspassing, Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings.

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Peter is an absolute sweetheart.

He’s everything you could possibly want in a man,He's loving, caring, and considerate, and he always does everything to please you.

But these traits really speak for themselves after he meets you.

Doesn’t matter how you are as a person: Extroverted, friendly and open, or introverted, shy and helpful, Peter will still be interested either way.

At first, he would approach you by doing little things like sitting in chemistry class right in the spot which would cause him to become your partner, constantly passing the ball to you during p.e, offering you notes if you missed a class, just small things like that.

It kept Peter satisfied for quite a while, but of course, the urge for more is etched into the bones of everyone, especially Peter, and more than anything if it involves you.

Quickly, those small things began occurring more often, and soon he began advancing.

He became your friend!

Peter would cling to your side like his life depended on it, well it kinda did, he could barely do anything without you.

But if his plan at trying to become your friend fails, then he’d skip a step and become something more.

Your secret admirer.

At first, you found his act very sweet and cute, unsure of who bothered to put so much time and effort into trying to court you in such a humble, adorable way.

But we’ll get the worst of it later…

Now, with his spider-man suit on, Peter is ready and excited!

He can finally approach you without seeming all weird and flustered, and if his Peter persona isn’t working, he can simply use his spiderman side to earn some cool points with you!

He would first get this idea while patrolling the neighbourhood.

You know, it was a normal patrol.

Helping old people cross the road, getting kittens out of trees, the casual.

It got quite boring until his eyes landed on a certain someone.

You.

And luckily, but not so luckily at the same time, you had found yourself in dear danger.

Whether it be a robbery or someone attempting rape on your beautiful body, Peter, or shall I say, spiderman is here to save the day!

He’d swoon into the scene in a fashionable manner and cooly take the villain down.

From then on, he’d get to know you very well, both as spiderman and Peter Parker.

And while he was building up his spiderman self and bettering himself to impress you, his notes at school started getting very weird.

Very protective.

Very possessive.

Very driven.

Very... obsessive.

What you once found cute started to turn into your worst nightmare.

What you once kept as a little ray of happiness on sad days and clung onto, reading it over and over again in your mind, you now didn't even bother to read and instantly chucked it in the bin.

Back to Peter, he feels very giddy, he's getting really close to you, but he still has to be careful.

As a safety, he’d have three routes with you. The ‘Peter Parker’ if you don’t fall for his spiderman stunts where he will do anything, even tarnish his reputation in front of you as spider-man for you to like peter.

The ‘Spiderman’ if you find yourself finding severe distaste in Peter, where Peter will continue to make you fall for him as Spiderman.

Yes, you'll eventually fall in love with him as spiderman, and you'll be a great couple.

But of course, he won't be able to lie to you forever and hide his identity, so at some point, he will reveal himself to you.

If you like him, then great! You’ll marry and have a happy life together with loads of kids, two dogs and two cats!

If you say no… Poor Peter. He needs you in his life. He’s desperate for you, constantly.

If you leave him, it would feel like ripping a part of his soul out.

So he does what’s best for you and uses his spiderman stealth to sneak into your room when you're asleep.

But not just for any old reason.

Peter has a personal mission now that needs to get completed.

He finds you, peacefully asleep in your bed, kisses you on your precious lips and forehead, gathers the stuff you will need, and writes a runaway note in your handwriting.

(Peter isn’t always a superhero, he has hobbies too… Like learning and impersonating everything about you…).

He slings a bag across his shoulder, picking you up gently so as to not disturb your peaceful slumber and escape to somewhere where no one will ever bother you again.

And finally, the ‘Suprise!’ in which everything is going really well, you like both his peter and spider man personas so he reveals himself to you early, and you both marry!

It’s a fool-proof plan!

Every route has an ending that he’s satisfied with, so there’s no problem.

But just because no matter what he does, you’ll eventually have to fall into his arms and cry out your love for him, doesn't mean he isn’t going to put any effort into courting you!

He’ll do his best.

As a Secret admirer.

Then a friend.

Then maybe even a best friend.

And if he makes the right moves, then as a boyfriend.

Then a fiancee.

And then a happy husband.

And if things get lucky (Don't avoid it, eventually it must come...) a brilliant father!

And through all these crazy stages of life, Peter will always be there by your side as a shoulder to lean on.

It sounds so wonderful, doesn’t it?

A happy ever after...

Hope you enjoyed it <3

[agentrouka-blog]

Dear Agent Rouka, I am but a humble lurker but I had a shower thought I would like to hear your opinion on. I have not, however, lurked the fandom enough to know if anybody has pointed this out, and I'm not sure I've seen it anywhere in your tags, but this is about the prophecy told to Cersei: that the valonqar will someday wrap his hands around her throat.

Of course, valonqar is High Valyrian for little brother, so there's Cersei's misdirection (that it's Tyrion) followed by the fandom interpretation that it's really Jaime, and as Madame Stumpy has noted in her reread series, the 'hands around the throat' is likely to be a poison, based on the metaphorical language used surrounding poison. (Thank you Stumpy).

And for more context to this ask, the show likely gave Cersei Aegon's storyline, when Aegon will presumably hold King's Landing before D*ny rocks up with her scaly WMDs.

Anyway, with that said: who's of Valyrian descent that a High Valyrian word would be appropriate for? Aegon, the sun's son, Elia's Aegon, is the little brother to Rhaenys, just a baby when babyswap happened (like the other childswaps have happened, with Gilly's poor child, and Bran and Rickon)...

So my very silly, merely casual question: is Aegon the valonqar? It seems like an appropriate misdirect, and explains the usage of Valyrian. It is a little brother, and more importantly flags Aegon's actual identity as, well, Aegon, not some fake replacement by and large accepted by the rest of the fandom.

That means you get the triple whammy, the prophecy hurts Cersei, Aegon's legitimacy is flagged by the fulfilment of it (even if no one else ever learns about it), and because most people assume he's fake, it might not be seen coming.

Now, if someone much cleverer than me already figured this out, please ignore everything I wrote here and pretend I just sent a picture of a kitten. Thanks for your blog, and hope you have a great day.

If someone hasn't pointed this out before, that we know of anyway, what do you think of it? I think the reason I like it is because it's a follow-up to what Cersei was going to do because of Stannis, and you get that neat narrative effect with Aegon. But does it make much sense?

Same anon about the valonqar ask, but I just wanted to add I always found it unusual that High Valyrian was used in a prophecy told to Cersei, and this makes it make sense for me. Also, hope my ask is not using your blog like it's my own blog, as I mentioned I am really just a lurker and don't have any confidence in my own ASOIAF observations, and would love to hear your opinion (and equally any of your followers as well).

Hi anon!

(Please don't worry, thank you for sharing!)

I hadn't considered why Maggy the Frog uses a Valyrian word in the context of the prophecy, outside of her being from Essos and likely a Valyrian speaker herself. 

But applying it to Aegon as a "Valyrian" little brother is actually pretty brilliant. And he is in a position to chase Cersei to her doom now that his invasion is underway and likely to gain momentum. In a way, even if he has no intention of actually harming her in any cruel way, he could be the cause of her death.

It'd be enough for a trapped Cersei to believe that he would brutally murder her, based on the brutality that Tywin condoned - if not outright ordered - to be visited on Elia, Rhaenys and "Aegon". She would choose her own end based on a false assumption - one taught to her by Tywin. That there can be no mercy. The perfect self-destruction of House Lannister based on his own toxic legacy.

To make it even more perfect, Tyrion could be involved, as well. The little brother she suspected. At the very least, he already set Aegon on the path to Westeros that will see Cersei toppled. Depending on the timing, if GRRM delays her death into ADOS, GRRM could explore some darkly ironic twists and turns around Cersei’s paranoia over Tyrion and Tyrion’s twisted love-hate relationship with his family. Wouldn’t it be tragically hilarious if he was negotiating with Aegon over a potential hostage exchange to save the last of his family, while Cersei (with Jaime) ends herself because she is certain of being horrifically killed by either of them?