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jjacko434 · 2 years ago

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dreamyblanket · 3 months ago

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Sorry guys, wafer on the brain, it's terminal u.u

Anyway, I'll elaborate on this in the tags bc omg I'm going to yap your metaphorical ear off.

#SO during the whole “affogato almost takes over the citadel situation” dark cacao cookie [whom i will refer to as DC for my health]#dc basically took all the cookies that were hunting/fishing/patrolling the surrounding lands for food and stuff to make them work #on fortifying the wall #therefore two things happened 1] the cookies who still were hunting for food literally couldn't keep up with the apatites of cookies who #were working super fucking hard on the wall and 2] all the farming imports from the villages near by stopped almost entirely because #it was too dangerous to import their goods or get anything from the citadel [like tools] so they had to keep what they could for themselves #so effectively a famine was starting #and so cookies started eating things they probably shouldn't like deer crackers and wolf treats #looking at you Caramel and crunchy chip #caramel just never fully kicked the habit because it was what she had alot of and she would trade her rations for them with the villages #crunchy chip just allways did that tho. he's just like that #Dc on the other hand grew up in those lands before there was real communication between villages or a citadel to depend on for rations #so famine was common and rough. eatting bark and leaves were common place in his home so while he does eat jellys he never kicked the #craving for tree bark #on the plus side hes got a crazy strong stomach and can eat just about anything #whereas chocolate wafer is from a small village near the hollyberry kingdom so they have allways had an abundance of fruits and juice to #snack on. they managed to convince dc to add dried berrys to their imported goods list and now they are considerd a sweet treat #idk how to put this in kinda organically so ill just say the dc kingdom is a place that depends on imported goods heavily #things like precious metals and food usually comes from the hollyberry kingdom [and gc before her isolation]#in return dc kingdom provides military support and has the best medicine in all of earthbread. All the best doctors studied there #anywho im dome rambling sorry for whoever gets jumpscared thinking this was gunna be short #also if you notice my art suddenly being colored and stuff its because im trying to open coms soon! i want to nail my coloring before then!#^^ if you read all that. wow! have a candy!🍬#dreamy talks #[🧋]#chocolate wafer cookie

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cupidsncheerios · 4 months ago

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as much as i enjoy seeing the class politics discussions around silco and his actions as a chembaron and a revolutionary, i do think that a lot of people condemning his actions (which we should condemn) miss the part where like.

it did work

like that was a pretty significant part of the show. it didnt pan out because he loved his daughter but silco's methods very much did get zaun as an independent nation, the real question is if it was worth it (which we'll never know bc jinx shot him)

#silly dumb rant but like. guys it did work #as much as s1’s finale was basically perfect.god i wouldve loved to see how silco would run zaun as its own nation #like dude!!!! all those power grabs with shimmer and the chembarons and you finally got there and...#whats next #you said youd show them all. now you have #are you gonna just like. do politics now. are you good at trade negotiations. do you have allies outside of zaun.#also i dont believe for a second that piltover would've let them last as an independent nation if silco wasnt a PERFECT leader #and theres no way he believed that either #god i wish arcane was a political show about class struggles and not a show about gay lumpenproletariat with magic #arcane critical #arcane criticism #silco #arcane silco #silco arcane #silco and jinx #silco is the worst best dad #he is also the worst best revolutionary #piltover and zaun

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tamaruaart · 6 months ago

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My half of an art trade with the lovely @doppel-doodles! Mengtao in something rotten :D

#tam rambles #The prompt was basically to draw one of each other's OCs in the universe of one of our favorite fandoms!#The catch is the fandom must be a fandom the other isn't in haha.#Of course I choose my Shakespeare hyperfixation (Something Rotten)#I choose Mengtao because she's a cutie patootie and I love her!#Since in Something Rotten most of the characters are named after Shakespeare characters #I decided to give Mengtao the canon nickname of “Mariana” :D #Also have you noticed how inconsistent my painting style is??#But anyways yeah! Hope you enjoy Doppel :DD #Moots <3 #My art #Something Rotten #Art trade #Lego Monkie Kid #Lmk oc #Not my oc

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gammija · 1 year ago

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musing about what a translation of the silt verses would sound like and immediately running headfirst into the problem of whether and how to translate 'Sister Carpenter'

#Faulkner too but i feel like his reads less immediately like an occupation #for him i think 'broeder Marlon' has the right vibes and still alludes to falconry without being too in your face about it #but carpenter... oof. a literal translation doesnt work A) because its basically the surname of a v well known politician #and B) it ends in man #dutch has too many compound words that prevent most trade names from the possibility of gaining the extra meaning of a proper name #or at least make that more difficult. or maybe its cause im not natively english but i did know what a carpenter was #however smthn like 'furniture-maker' would never work as your protagonists name. but thats how most of these names are in dutch #so far ive got Molenaar (:/) Coster (sounds better but the meaning is off) Kuiper (sounds like a football stadium) or Tichelaar #(good cadence and an actual trade but idk if the vibes match 'carpenter'#)#tsv #the silt verses #de zavelverzen #joos yaps #dutch #broeder Valkenaer kan ook wel eigenlijk #i already found yet more options for carpenter... but none of them rlly snap into place #Zuster Sagher? (zager)

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thetooncrew · 7 months ago

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I think kiyotaka would be a fire jetsam from neopets if you even care

#squidarts!#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #i have the whole thh cast as neopets in my head but that's for later. Kiyotaka is now #kiyotaka ishimaru #neopets #jetsam #i think if chihiro could convince kiyotaka to get into neopets he'd have some basic default neopet that he keeps very consistent track of #BUT he'd be obsessed with restocking and store management. that'd be his life for like a month #chihiro has attempted to give him an actual good pet but he never figured out how trading works so it's stuck in limbo perpetually #i don't think mondo would play. sadly. he could watch either play for hours though

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years ago

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it's so weird to me that horses aren't utilised more in acotar or carriages or ships??? like mortals seem to use them and eris rode into battle on a horse, but how are regular fae getting around if they can't fly or winnow or do they just exist and not go anywhere else

can they visit other courts? are there relationships strictly limited to the court they reside in?

#i know there is a harbour in adriata too #but why didn't sjm tell me about trading #and transport #and basic things about society #how does velaris thrive if they are closed off #where do the lesser fae go in acomaf who feyre sees

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dennisboobs · 13 days ago

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all vinegar no honey

#genuinely deranged ass assignment #i keep thinking this over and over but dennis reynolds youd love being a home inspector #every fucking time i read some shit abt how being a good home inspector is about putting on a performance/acting im like uh huh #oh you need to Maintain Control and not *lie* but be choosy with truths and how to deliver them #i don't even know if dennis would be particularly Good at this (theres So much that can throw you off your social script) but like #i think they were onto something w honey and vinegar truly i think he'd be a decent agent and a good inspector #in a familiar situation i think he'd be good at maintaining this sort of 'dont worry about it i have it under control'#in the most fake it til you make it way #and that's. like you dont even necessarily need to Know anything about what youre talking about #you basically just need to make sure the client doesn't distrust you enough to question it #inherently deceptive profession where you're sort of a jack of all trades and master of none #when in doubt just say you should probably get that looked at by a specialist lol #in the context of sunny i think itd be hilarious to have the gang walking through peoples houses and pointing to obvious disrepair #like yeah i think that's gotta get looked at #burst pipe gushing water -> camera pulls back to show charlie standing up to his waist in sewage #am i giving away the game here. hire me to look at your furnace or whatever i can tell you if there's rust on it #ada speaks #the one thing is that dennis is so bad at bullshitting i think anybody would catch on he had no idea what he was talking about #but if he was genuinely informed like he is with psychology i think he'd be able to manage questions being lobbed at him #at least well enough to deflect without losing credibility

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jjacko434 · 2 years ago

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Learn Forex Trading. Facilitating Cash on Global Forex Trading.

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ibrokeeverything · 1 year ago

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When Sein was first introduced, I was a little worried because I loved the dynamic between Frieren, Fern, and Stark so much, and I thought we didn't need another character potentially messing that up. But, I was worried for absolutely nothing because I fell in love with his character almost immediately and he rounds out the group beautifully. They all play so well off of one another and he really feels like he belongs, even if he was only around for a short while.

I guess the point of all this is that I really miss Sein...

#this isn't a complaint or anything!#i adore how the show handled his parting and his determination to find gorilla since that's what drove him to join their group at all #the episode they spend waiting for the blizzard to pass was so sweet and touching and i wouldn't trade it #i think they're doing exactly what they need to which both his characters and the story at large #but i still miss having him around #sousou no frieren is is basically perfect and nothing will ever change my mind #sousou no frieren #frieren #frieren: beyond journey's end #frieren at the funeral #frieren sein

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cimmerian1275 · 3 months ago

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Do you do comms or art trades?

Commissions? Not really, ive learned from experience that i am an absolute MESS when it comes to trying to keep up with those xD i can never seem to find the motivation to work on them.

Sometimes ill spontaneously open up slots or something for comms when i need money asap OR can feel the art juices flowing and im in a good mood, but those times are usually few and far between. Atm theyre closed.

Art trades? HELL YEAH!!! Just depends on if im busy or not that week! Im a little shy when it comes to art trades, i usually procrastinate for weeks about reaching out to an artist i admire but then i overthink and chicken out.

I think ive only ever done... like one, or two? The second one of which the other person hasnt started their side of it and i think its been a year now xD

But i absolutely love ATs, idm how long the other person takes because sometimes i take just as long. I get a child-like joy when someone draws my character for me and i love the challenge of returning that kindness with art for them in turn >:) the other artist doesnt even need to be super skilled or famous, idc if they think their art is less equal than mine because imo its the intention and thought behind it that counts more.

#cimmerian1275 #cimmers ramblings #art trade #commission #the only problem with ATs/comms is that i only have experience drawing dragons gryphons and now tmnt #and the only background im confident in is drawing the sky/clouds xD #technically not much of a problem but i wont know what to do if you told me to “draw my werewolf” bc ive never done that b4 #and my artstyle is semirealistic and i spend HOURS on it so its a pain in the ass when im learning something new figuring out how to draw i #for ATs theres a 90% chance youd be stuck drawing Sagara bc i would give a kidney to see ppl throw art of her at me #unless you dont know how to draw dragons #its basically a 50/50 you get to draw either Sagara or Jr #either a dragon or tmnt oc :)#but tbh you dont need to get me into an art trade to get art from me #i like sporadically gifting nice people on the internet some art #<- currently my moots who interact with me enough for me to remember them/recognize em when they keep popping up in my notifs #and i go “OH HEY UR THE PERSON WITH THE *insert thing here*” and when i keep seeing them its hard to resist the temptation to throw art at #but also like- if you randomly gift me something ill probably try and gift you something back <3 #i also like giving my moots near death experiences when they choke on their coffee once they see ive drawn art for them

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mangosaurus · 1 year ago

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as much as i love Big Ben sometimes i'll look back on spider monkey ben (personal projection of what ben would grow up to be like post-nublar) and get all wistful ....

#i must admit. i miss his scraggly vibe #it's funny how things turned out actually #the versions of ben and kenji i came up with basically ended up swapping places in jwct #granted. on a superficial level #cuz i always imagined kenji going to college and getting his AA #while ben would take the non-traditional route. maybe do a trade. go hiking on the weekends #i *did* always think of him as a van guy though #so! i wasn't totally off base i guess LOL #mango roars

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amidnightqueery · 6 months ago

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I don't hate my job or anything, but man, being a float educator is so fucking thankless

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haharuspex · 1 year ago

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phew, okay, pathologic oc time!!

“I don’t gather. I don’t sing. I don’t dance. That’s for others, but for me - it's to hunt, to pretend, to scavenge. Cattle is content, it knows its purpose, herbs don’t resist when I pluck them, but the rest... Oh, odonghs hate me. Herb brides, too. They tore off my tail once and I haven’t bothered them since."

"Hunter", a steppe creature, is rumored to have crawled out of rivers so deep that their bottom originates in Suok's guts. He (it, she, they, whatever, it doesn't care) took on a more or less humanoid appearance when it first met people, because he hunts best when it imitates its favorite prey. That’s why Hunter resembles herb brides in some ways - he loves to feed on them, because he secretly envies their talent to communicate with Earth. He "steals" this talent after consumption, but it doesn't stay for long.

He does not enter the Town just yet because he's lowkey afraid lmao, but engages in barter on the outskirts. He can exchange twyre of any rarity and the organs of odonghs/herb brides for lemons. He fucking loves lemons. He doesn’t even eat them, he collects them as a kind of treasure, and in his underground lair they somehow, magically ig, don’t rot - they just chill there like a hoard of citrus gold.

His true form is a long black half-snake, and his poison, at worst, can paralyze and kill, and at best (when processed properly) can become an anesthetic or a medicine to boost immune system.

his hair is snakes and twyre and certain daredevils are eager to use it as an ingredient for a homemade snake wine lol

#pathologic #мор утопия #pathologic oc #my oc #my art #how else do i tag it lmao #i've had this idea for a loooong while and finally sketched smth #basically a different version of my already existing oc but make it PATHOLOGIC #also the daredevil in question is andrey #ofc #he traded brown twyre with him but also Wondered how much else this creature can offer #might or might not sketch smth about it later #there was also an idea where hunter kinda... ends up working in andrey's pub #as a herb bride of sort but not really whatever #he attempts to eat clients at his first day anyway lmao #andrey shoves his jaws on a bucket lets the venom spill down and maybe keeps a couple of snakes from his head as a trophy #or for snake wine #whatever whatever whatever a lot of thoughts not enough time to record and sketch all of them

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vilevexedvixen · 2 months ago

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Fowler's Flower Pt. 3 - Crown of thorns

Abijah Fowler x servant!Reader

Summary: While the reader rests, her fellow English Roses stir in her absence. Their usual duties disrupted by Fowler's newborn vigor as of her arrival. Typically Mary serves as Fowler's go-to sacrificial lamb, but that morning Lizzy offered herself in her place when she sees Fowler about to torture the reader. Remembering exactly why she'd avoided Fowler's attention all this time...

TW: Sexual themes, breath-play, begging, and general religious fuckery.

Pt. 1 here

Pt. 2 here Dividers by @roseschoices

Lizzy couldn't sleep.

She often couldn't. A light sleeper at best, but this night even the twinkling of stars in the clear night sky felt like an agitating strobe taunting her from the heavens. The warm summer air feeling like a stale miasma that caught in her throat the deeper she breathed in a vain attempt to quell her nerves. It was almost funny, Mary's snoring was strangely calming by comparison. A reminder of her presence. Each breath of hers sounding slightly wheezy tonight, Fowler must have really done a number to her chest and back. An obvious observation, given she had just been tending to her wounds before bed. As with almost every night before.

Dabbing each cut and bruise with a rag soaked in what meager disinfectant she could make from the sake they shared with Fowler's prostitutes. Sparing some to drink as a makeshift painkiller, which Mary gladly indulged in between hisses as the disinfectant worked its magic. Her shaky hands causing some of the disinfectant to spill onto her clothes, which still stank faintly of it. Somehow, hearing Mary wheeze now stung more than seeing her stumble in as a battered wreck earlier. She could patch her up as best she can every time, but the damage will always last. Someday, she knew, would come a day her best efforts won't heal her.

Why must she always throw herself at his feet? Mary's but one person, no matter how hardy she reckons she is. Lord knows she can't work miracles, and there's only so many miracles she could pray for on Mary's behalf. She swears her prayers must have been heard on at least a few occasions. Rarely can she stomach a peak into the dungeon, even when it's not in use, but its proximity to the chapel makes some gruesome affairs hard to ignore. The depths of depravity and anguish she's seen Mary endure is nothing short of biblical. Sympathy aside, she knows were it not for Mary then she, Daisy and any other poor soul unlucky enough to spark Fowler's ire would have to endure that same torture. The last time that happened, well...

Her trembling hands fondled the rosary she hid beneath her garbs, less because of any explicit rule to keep it hidden and more a need to keep it close to her heart. As if on autopilot, she made her way to the chapel as she did most mornings. Almost as if the sun may not rise unless she prayed that the lord willed it to, even if she knew it must. Usually she'd make a detour to the kitchen first to gather up a little something for Mary to eat in case she was left in the dungeon overnight. It was a welcome change to not be sleeping alone for once, courtesy of Fowler getting his sadistic urges out of his system unusually early. One would wonder how a man like Fowler could even sleep at night, but his nocturnal tendencies seem to speak for themselves.

An unfortunate consequence of his near nightly habits is that Lizzy often guides herself to the chapel not by memerising the winding passageways that led there, but instead by the sounds emanating from the dungeon like clockwork. Finishing up just in time for the birdsong to begin, a jarring choir to cleanse her palate. Tonight her memory had to finally step-in, which actually led her to take a few wrong turns before finally reaching the chapel. Not even the birds had stirred yet, leaving nothing but the creaking floorboards to keep her company. And him, of course. Ever loving, ever looming.

As she knelt among the pews, gazing up at the carved carcass of Christ nailed above the alter with eyes half-closed, she could feel Mary's scathing nihilism get to her. Unsure if all her prayers were what kept her alive, or if their dismissal is what perpetuates her suffering, something she had no intention of testing. On which note, she began her morning mantra...

"Almighty God who seest that we have no power of ourselves to help ourselves; keep us both outwardly in our bodies, and inwardly in our souls; that we may be defended from all adversities which may happen to the body, and from all evil thoughts which may assault and hurt the soul; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."

Her hands clasped tighter, as if the silence that followed her prayer proved the futility of her faith. On some level, she knew it, but it was the one thing that still granted her some semblance of dignity. Not her maintaining faith in the Lord or Church, but her continued role as a nun. Tending to Mary and other servants' wounds, cooking extra food from the kitchen for those in her care, praying on their behalf, mending their clothes, etc. Any task she could take on that resembled her old duties in the convent helped distract from the fact her new official role was as Fowler's.... "plaything". A role that she has thankfully gotten to neglect for some time, thanks to Mary, and which she fears _______ may not be fit for.

As if she spoke of the Devil - the heavy, daunting, unmistakable footsteps of Fowler arose from the end of the hall, alongside what sounded like a heavy sack being dragged across the floor. That can't be good...

Against her better judgement, she crept up to the chapel doorway to peak down the hall. Almost immediately, Fowler spotted her and greeted her with a knowingly vile smirk.

"Good morning, Sister Elizabeth!" he jeered.

She knew he played into her duties as a nun like it was some sort of amusingly pitiable delusion, but if that's what it took to keep his interest in her at bay then so be it. She frowned, "Yes, it has been a good morning thus far. May I ask what you've got there?" She knew very well what he had there, now that she had a closer look. The outline of her old servants garb in tatters and a limp head of messy hair, clearly _______ run ragged and unconscious.

"So you haven't met her yet?", Fowler's mocking tone irked her to no end, though she tried to hide it. Clearly in vain though, as his smirk deepened, satisfied with how easily he got under her skin. "Sorry to disturb your little chat with the lord, but the wine seems to have worked a bit too well on this one. Thank you so much for that little recipe of yours, it works wonders!"

Recipe? What recipe? Her mind scoured for what she could've possibly given him willingly. Then it dawned on her... the dwale? How could he have gotten the ingredients for that here?! She'd only managed to spare a handful of them she'd smuggled on her way here to use in emergencies, which he hasn't touched (to her knowledge), so how?... The distraught confusion he drew out of her with so few words tickled the base of his soul. Oh the guilt on her face was priceless!

'Oh _______, I'm so sorry!', she thought, distraught that her remedies were used for such selfish, evil indulgences, let alone by Fowler of all people! He can't of been dragging her to the chapel. What? Was he hoping to wake her with pain in the dungeon? ________'d barely been here a day! She can't just stand by and let him drag them there!

Fowler reveled in Lizzy's anguish, watching her twitch with grief and anger for just a moment before he continued towards the dungeon. Suddenly, Lizzy lept to hastily block his path, compelled as if her body were possessed to do so. She'd never been so brash in a long while, not since he crushed her hands to bits. He'd thought he'd broke her, but so glad he hadn't! This was going to be fun...

(NSFW scene; skip if you'd rather not partake.)

"Volunteering as tribute, Sister?", Fowler said, barely leaving a second before casting _______ aside like a rag-doll to grip Lizzy's neck and drag her back into the chapel. Despite the sinking dread she felt as he dragged her body to the alter, she didn't fight back. Not if it risked him turning his attention back to _______, still unconscious in the hallway.

"On your knees, Sister", he growled,yanking Lizzy down by the neck, buckling her onto her hands and knees coughing and gasping for breath. "Look at me!", he grabbed her chin harshly to force her to comply. Her little holy charade was cute, but it got old quick. The mix of fear and hatred looked absolutely beautiful on her. Admittedly, her purity was part of what was so fun about her, a cruel bit of false hope he perpetuated by keeping that little bit of her intact. Wielding the threat of its ruin like a collar and leash around her neck. Speaking of which...

Fowler traced the tips of his fingers over her collarbone where her rosary barely peaked out, coiling a finger around to deftly coax it from under her uniform. "Did you think this would save you?", his grip loosened to let the beads slip through his palm, grasping it once more upon reaching the apostle's creed. Pulling it taut to squeeze the sides of Lizzy's neck and forcing her forward, her face barely inches away from the knot of his robe's belt. Her chest heaved as each breath grew more laboured than the last. Head sagging heavy over her shoulder as a dull fog enclosed her aching skull. The beautiful sight of her fighting to maintain her balance not at all discouraging Fowler from quenching the remaining flow of blood to her brain with the rosary in the slightest. If anything, seeing her so quickly slump into a heady stupor compelled him to pull it tauter. Bereft of air, her body grew heavy as clay - begging for Fowler to breathe life back into it again.

And that he did.

With barely a moment's notice he let go, her body collapsing to the floor, too weak to even lift her head let alone kneel. She wasn't sure how long she lay there for, but between deep gasps for air she could faintly hear Fowler circling her. Watching her.

"You know..." Fowler trailed off, "when Heiji had said he'd found a lady of the cloth up for sale I found it such a beautiful irony." He leaned down to stroke her cheek, working his fingers behind her ear to enmesh in her hair. Unceremoniously he dug his claws into her scalp and yanked her up by the hair, forcing her awake with the ache of it. Her pleading scowl denoting that her full, furious attention was back at him. Perfect. He continued, "Seems not even England's own are safe from the Tudor lust for pillage and plunder. Willing to cannibalise itself for gold to toss at another enemy. Doubt the money he paid for you is enough to rebuild your old monastery - but what a fat sum for the abbot to run away with, eh?"

Lizzy rarely dwelled on how she got here. Why would she? One day she was tending to the monastery's garden and blessing weary travelers seeking sanctuary; the next her room was exposed to the elements. Books and beams charred to bits and nothing of the monastery's holy relics left but the sun-bleached shadows on the walls they once adorned. While some of her sisters stayed to help repair the ruined remains, most fled to the few monasteries yet untouched by Henry Tudor's warmongering greed. One by one though, with barely a hope of normalcy left to cling to, they each were sold into contract work. Lords who thought themselves above the Lord.

"Now, since you're practiced in the ways of worship-" he began untying the belt of his robe, which slid aside gracefully - a stark contrast to the vulgar bulge it revealed, "I have something in need of your... blessing". His hands weren't really necessary to uncover the thick cock barely contained by his breeches.

She froze, it had been so long since she last serviced him, it was almost a lost art. Not only that, but she'd had the mercy of a blindfold each time before, shielding her from the harsh reality in front of her - even if the unmistakably horrid taste of him lingered long thereafter. Noticing her hesitation, Fowler resumed that same old mercy, tying his robe's belt across her eyes into a makeshift blindfold as she's so accustomed. "Now, petal, you finally ready to do your fucking job?"

Fowler was done playing games, he needed release and she knew it. Taking one last deep breath, Lizzy wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock and began sucking with all the energy she could muster. As good as it felt, it would take so much more to pull even a whimper from Fowler, so she gradually picked up the pace. Hardly a minute into it, and her jaw was already aching. She couldn't really complain about being so out of practice, but damn did it hurt.

Not at all satisfied with her pathetic attempt at a blowjob, Fowler gripped a fistful of her hair and rammed his cock down her throat as deep as it would go. In and out, like a roaring tide during a storm. Each thrust made Lizzy gag, she could barely breathe! Within a minute of Fowler keeping his pace, Lizzy started to black out. As her eyes fluttered shut, she felt the sting of a slap to the face as Fowler pulled himself from her mouth, "Don't go falling asleep on the job, Sister, understand?".

Barely with it, she nodded. Unsatisfied, Fowler slapped her again - this time garnering a yelp from Lizzy, "I could end you with a single thrust to the back of your throat. Now, be a good girl and beg me not to... beg like your life depends on it!"

Her mind raced, faster than her mouth could keep up. Fumbling and stammering between pleads and whimpers. She begged, "Please My Lord, have mercy on me! I beg of you... please don't kill me!" Her hands grasping at his loose robe in a show of desperation, garnering nothing but an unimpressed tsk from Fowler, "I know you can do better than that Petal... I've seen you beg more fervently in here for a heartier supper than you're begging for me now!" He leant in to grab for her rosary yet again, this time swiftly pulling it off her neck with a snap. A couple beads spilling onto the floor before he wrapped the remaining chain around her wrists to bind them together in prayer.

Panicked, she pleaded, "No, NO! My Lord please, I meant no disrespect I swear! Forgive me. Every breath, I cherish it as if it were my last, were it not for your benevolent mercy. Please oh PLEASE, have mercy on me My Lord!" That at least drew a smile out of Fowler, if a faint one. Fearful her pleas were insufficient, she began to pray;

"O Lord, my God, Thou art to me whatsoever is good. Remember me because I am nothing, I have nothing, and I can do nothing. Thou alone art good, just, and holy; Thou canst do all things, Thou accomplishest all things, Thou fillest all things. Turn not Thy face away from me; withedraw not Thy consolation, lest my soul become as a thirsty land to Thee. Teach me, O Lord, to do Thy will; teach me to live worthily and humbly in Thy sight!"

By the last word her hands were visibly, profoundly shaking. To say she feared Fowler for the longest time would be an understatement, but in that moment her fear overshadowed all other thoughts. And Fowler could hear it...

"Good, Petal."

Her trembling sigh of relief echoed throughout the chapel. A pleasant calm... before the storm.

"Now, open wide for me-" still with his grip on her hair he easily pulled her head to attention, though hardly needed to as she now willingly parted her lips for him, "That's better, my dear ~"

With her eyes closed she fully lost herself in submission, loose and limp. Were it not for the slight pressure she could feel pulling at her scalp she'd swear her body was moving on its own and not puppeteered by Fowler. Back and forth, back and forth... Soon all sense of time melted away. Maybe her mind and body had shut down, exhausted with panic. Perhaps she had truly began to accept it, relaxing into her role... NO! Her body stiffened with resistance, causing her to gag and force Fowler's cock from the back of her throat. But by then she'd served his needs, cum spilling from her mouth and dripping all over her garments. She could barely believe the sight of herself, disheveled and desecrated.

She hadn't a second to process what happened before Fowler had cleaned himself up and re-tied his robe. Her stare hardly seeing that the blindfold had been removed, everything still a-blur.

"Clean yourself up, you look a mess", he said so nonchalantly as if the entire morning hadn't happened. As if _______ wasn't still laying there, having not stirred from her drug-induced coma. As if she hadn't just thrown herself at his feet to stop him dragging her away to the dungeon. Then the birds, in their ignorance, began to whistle.

Mary woke with a start.

Patting the straw mattress beside her. Her eyes unseeing, sewn shut with sleepy-dust and by the impulse to shield herself shield from the blinding sunrise. Feeling for her friend in the fabric, but finding nothing. Panic forced her eyes open to search for her. The room haunted by her absence, where...? The Chapel. Of course, bless her heart. The realisation of her morning habits quelled what anxieties had welled in that brief moment of terrible isolation. She'd be back soon enough. Praying her heart out for the lot of them, no doubt.

A sharp twinge forced Mary on her back once more as she tried to sit up. Every inch of her upper back and chest ached. Breasts abused, back torn open like a scratching post and she could've sworn the sharp, broken edge of a cracked rib or two was daring to pierce her lung if she dared rise too quickly. Easy does it now...

With a painful grown, Mary brought herself to her feet. Leaning on the wall every inch up. Little by little. She hadn't a crutch, so the wall will have to do. If the bustling just outside the door was anything to go by, the day's chores had already begun and she had missed breakfast. Dammit. She was no princess, but no sense in wasting good food - she needed it!

As if on queue, her stomach growled like a wretched beast, guttural and feral. 'Hush!', she hissed. She could last until midday, she reckoned. Just needed to... rest a bit more than usual, just not here, not alone. With aching shoulders she limped her way against the wall towards the kitchen, guided by the scent of the delectable bone broth stewing with the remnant's of Fowler's meaty supper from the night before.

The cook seemed to notice her struggling a lot, peeking up from his grand cauldron to shed a pitiful look of sympathy. "あなたはお腹が空いているでしょう？ほら、どうぞ!", he scooped a bountiful heap of bone broth for her to drink from. Warm and filling, just what she needed. Collapsing onto the wooden bench, she cupped her hands and gratefully accepted his gesture, "感謝に候ひます!" she exclaimed with joyful relief.

The broth was perhaps a tad too hot for consumption quite yet, but her aching stomach demanded sustenance! Other than the slight burn to her already desensitised tongue on the way down, all she felt was the pleasant (if bland) flavour of the broth. While so preoccupied by her food, she hadn't noticed Elizabeth's return. Even as she reached her bench and sat upon it with the weight of the world strapped to her back, making it creak evermore indiscreetly. One would think she'd gone deaf!

"Hey...", Elizabeth rested a quivering hand on Mary's shoulder, startling her and causing some of her broth to slip down the wrong hole. Choking it down, she coughed, "H-hey Sister Elizabeth, slept well?"

"You know I won't have", she retorted - some humour to her tone, though minimal.

Wanting to keep the mood light, Mary snorted, "No rest for the wicked, eh?", earning a light chuckle from Elizabeth. Music to her ears! She finished her broth as the two of them basked in each others' company in pleasant silence. A welcome respite from their daily trials. Soon enough though the silence was broken by Mary, with a concern that increasingly weighed them both down, "You think _______'ll be alright?"

"Lord knows, Mary. Lord knows...", Elizabeth mumbled, knowing exactly who knew.

#The morning prayer was actually lifted from “Prayers of the Middle Ages” by J. Manning Potts #Wanted to have it be one of the era #Plus I haven't prayed since primary school so wasn't exactly sure what to put and “The Morning Prayer” seemed to fit perfectly!#abijah fowler #abijah fowler x reader #abijah blue eye samurai #Also just random tidbit but I love how old religious art depicts revelations as a stream of text beamed directly into someone's head #And gold #So much gold on EVERYTHING #Makes sense why Venus and Spring were such radical paintings given it was so rare for non-religious artwork to be funded at the time #Also #Remember the whole tumblr flower crown trend?#I must be so brainrotted for the paintings of mary donning a flower crown to just remind me of that #Is it just the nature of fandom to put flower crowns on all our favourite characters?#For anyone curious this is the sedative Fowler put in the wine:#Carter AJ. Dwale: an anaesthetic from old England #Basically Dwale is “bile”(emulsifying agent)-lettuce-vinegar-bryony root-hemlock-opium and henbane #I assume any ingredients not native to Japan (given this is an old English recipe) would be shipped along with any other good Fowler trades #So uh... I didn't know the actual number and pattern of beads on a rosary signified various prayers until writing this chapter #Was wondering what the appendage bit of a rosary was called and stumbled across diagrams explaining the bead layout #The apostle's creed is the cross at the end #Also I didn't realise until just now but I happened to name Mary and Lizzy after monarchs from around the period #AND it kinda fits with “bloody mary” and “the virgin queen”#Totally doesn't tie in perfectly to Fowler using his “english roses” to hatefuck on behalf of the crimes committed by the Tudors / English #Completely intentional! ^^'#blue eye samurai

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