#humble servant

[williams2sblog]

He knew what to do! My cock was hard and needed attention.

[yeslordmyking]

Isaiah 2:17-18 — Today's Verse for Saturday, February 17, 2024

[blergeatkitty]

Morning cuddles with Her Regal Feline Majesty, Eleanor d’Aquitaine (da Kitten)

[foxfeast]

After everything is finally over and he’s happily married to the love of his life, Luo Binghe decides that he really doesn’t want to be the emperor of the demonic realm anymore. It was never his dream, okay?! He was only doing it to show Shizun that he was strong and capable of taking care of him, but now he just really wants to settle down in a cottage with his Shizun and raise chickens and grow a garden! He wants to be a housewife!

Of course, this means that someone else has to become the new emperor, so Luo Binghe goes to Tianlang-jun first to try and give his father his title back.

“Nope,” says Tianlang-jun. He’s never had an interest in ruling the demonic realm, and now that Zhuzhi-lang isn’t here to handle all the serious stuff for him, he has even less of an interest in it. Besides, he’s just gotten married to his Qingyuan, and he’s perfectly content being a pampered and spoiled wife of a Peak Lord! He has all the time in the world to get railed and read bad porn novels! He’s not giving that up for a title he’s never wanted.

Luo Binghe is frustrated, but he can’t say that he doesn’t understand his father’s sentiments, so he goes to Sha Hualing next. On the surface she might not seem like the perfect candidate, but she’s basically been running the demonic realm for Luo Binghe this entire time anyway. Plus, Luo Binghe is certain that Sha Hualing wouldn’t pass up the chance to beat his ass for the title.

“No way,” says Sha Hualing. Sure, it was once her dream to become the empress of the demonic realm, and she often fantasized about beating the shit out of Luo Binghe. However, she’s recently discovered the delight that is Liu Mingyan and now she has no interest in doing something that would take her away from her precious Mingyan. The woman is freakier than she looks, okay?! Sha Hualing is having the time of her life having the world’s kinkiest sex! There are even knives involved!

Luo Binghe can’t say he gets this, but he moves on anyway. There’s only one other person he can ask to take over the mantle, so he goes to Mobei-jun.

“…” says Mobei-jun with a scowl, which is the equivalent of him stamping his foot and shouting ‘NO!’. He’s never been good at ruling—he speaks better with his fists than he does with his words. Besides, after seeing all the bullshit Luo Binghe has had to go through as the emperor, he has no desire to become the emperor anymore. He’s no good at delegating resources or administration at all, and to be honest, he’s really bad at math. That’s why Qinghua handles all his paperwork!

That’s when it clicks in Luo Binghe’s head that the perfect candidate for emperor of the demonic realm has been under his nose this entire time. He summons Tianlang-jun, Sha Hualing, Mobei-jun, and the candidate in question to discuss this.

“I think Shang-shishu should be the emperor,” says Luo Binghe without preamble.

Shang Qinghua nearly faints on the spot. He thinks this is a cruel joke meant to fuck with him—everyone knows hamsters are easily frightened to death, after all!

Yet to Shang Qinghua’s immense horror, he sees the four most powerful people in the world taking this suggestion very seriously.

“I have no objections,” says Tianlang-jun. Of course he wouldn’t! The guy is so placid you could suggest marrying a fish off to a dog and he’d just delightedly agree! All he lives for is chaos and satisfying his own whims—Shang Qinghua would know, he created the guy!

“I agree. Peak Lord Shang is fit for the job,” says Sha Hualing. Shang Qinghua, while flattered by her compliment, trusts her judgement even less than Tianlang-jun’s. He knows that all this saintess cares about is having increasingly alarming sex with her wife. Additionally, she’s always been eager to shirk off the ‘boring’ tasks to other people. How is this any different?!

“Mn,” says Mobei-jun, gazing at Shang Qinghua with a small smile and eyes brimming with so much pride and joy. This is the equivalent of him jumping up and down and going ‘YIPPEE!’. Shang Qinghua can’t believe that his husband is actually supporting this notion, especially since he thought that Mobei-jun would want to keep him working in his palace forever. He seriously can’t believe this turn of events.

Shang Qinghua insists that he can’t be the emperor of the demonic realm—he’s a human, and a Peak Lord, at that! However, the demons in the room are not listening to him. Sha Hualing and Luo Binghe have already moved on to discuss the intricacies and delights of rope bondage, while Mobei-jun and Tianlang-jun have started kicking each other. In a last ditch attempt, Shang Qinghua turns to Shen Qingqiu (who is never away from Luo Binghe, not anymore.)

“Bro, you gotta help me out! Tell them I can’t do it!” Shang Qinghua pleads, clasping his hands together.

Shen Qingqiu just waves his fan and raises an eyebrow at Shang Qinghua. This guy! He’s such a fraud!

“Why not?” Shen Qingqiu asks. “You created this world. You have better knowledge of the demon realm and the tribes, culture, and future problems it’ll face than anyone else. Besides, you’ve practically been running the demon realm behind the scenes this entire time. There’s no one in this world more qualified than you. Why shouldn’t you do it?”

Shang Qinghua is actually kind of touched that Shen Qingqiu—and everyone else present, really—think so highly of him. And, honestly, he loves the politics and culture of the demon realm. He loves the demons that live there. He wrote this world, okay?! He’s allowed to enjoy it! When he first started writing Proud Immortal Demon Way, he was most excited to delve into the demon realm! Plus, Shen Qingqiu has a point, as much as it pains him to admit it. He really has been running the demonic realm in lieu of the actual emperor for quite a while.

Thus, he very reluctantly agrees. Still, he’s quite anxious about being a human running the demonic realm, and he voices these concerns.

“Don’t worry,” says Luo Binghe with a resolute nod. “I’ll handle it.”

Tianlang-jun, Sha Hualing, and Mobei-jun give their respective signs of agreement.

Shang Qinghua doesn’t know why this make him break out into a cold sweat.

This is how Shang Qinghua ends up battling Luo Binghe for twelve hours straight for the title of emperor. He wins not by might or force—Luo Binghe is overwhelmingly powerful, and he’d never throw a fight on purpose. No, Shang Qinghua wins entirely by outsmarting Luo Binghe, who offers his sincere and heartfelt congratulations.

He’s crowned emperor in front of the entire demonic realm. He was incredibly nervous about the reception he’d receive from his new subjects, but they just kinda shrug and go “yeah, okay,” as if it makes perfect sense for a human to be the new demonic emperor. Little does Shang Qinghua know that they’re only okay with it because he’s the one doing it.

There are a few demons who aren’t cool with this, of course, but with four of the strongest demons in the world backing him, there’s really nothing they can do.

In the end, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe move to the countryside to live out their cottagecore dreams. Tianlang-jun goes back to Yue Qingyuan to become a trophy wife. Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan release a very questionable novel in celebration.

And Mobei-jun finally gets to see his husband treated with the respect and admiration he deserves, all while getting to live out his fantasies of being Shang Qinghua’s little concubine.

[starmocha]

[charliespoorasshole]

as much as i enjoy the idea of jitka finding out about hansry and helping them hide it and hans and jitka having a friendly platonic marriage while the three of them de facto raise heinrich together, i personally cannot wait to see hans being the worst husband ever

jitka, despite being nervous and scared out of her mind still being hopeful, and immediately losing that hope when she sees the dead and empty look in hans's eyes at the altar.

any excuses she had thought up fleeing her mind like a gut punch as she pretends not to notice hans slipping out of the bed on their wedding night and not coming back.

pretending how it doesn't feel like she's being strangled that hans couldn't be happier whenever he's being called away from her company, that he never stays in her bed chamber longer than he has to and that he never slept through a whole night with her.

eventually coming to terms with the fact that let alone hans's love, she will never even have his affection or a scrap of his attention. eventually not caring, and growing just as distant when she bears him his son, and trying not feel stung when hans doesn't even seem to notice.

but when she stops caring, she starts letting herself notice. starts to notice how whenever she sees him around, it's beside kobyla's bastard. how he can't seem to ever run out of reasons to summon him, how he never runs out of jobs for him to do, to keep him around, keep him close. how he always has a reason for him to accompany him on hunting trips, on political talks, on 'just needing to get away for a while'. away from her, away from their son.

how he always insists he's the only entourage he needs.

and how eventually she decides, fine. if this is how you want to play it, so can i.

[hobbithoes]

who up yankin they gith rn ⁉️

[bishovapls]

Trying to edit a video for my girlfriend’s business but Max has decided it’s time for his morning chest scratches, and honestly? He’s right. Who am I to interrupt a king? Productivity is cancelled. Unpaid intern duties? Cancelled. Long live Max and his stupidly cute face.

@theyretheplot if you want my assistance, come get the dog, pls and thanks xx

[moeblob]

[deadpopes]

"In the dining room [of the Papal Apartments], there were three bird cages with the little songsters the Holy Father loved so much. It was in fact Cardinal [William Henry] O'Connell [of Boston] who gave the Secretary of State Pacelli a cage containing two canaries when he was visiting the USA. These two now adorned the dining room. It was not until a greenfinch that had fallen out of the nest entered the house, was reared there, and delighted the Holy Father with its attachment to its new "family" that the little birds became Pius XII's inseparable companions.

Everyone, after all, needs some kind of diversion and relaxation. All of us around Pius XII, knowing that he never permitted himself any distraction, did everything to make the brief breathing space spent with the birds as pleasant as possible. The Holy Father was particularly fond of Gretchen, the beautiful, pure white canary. At first the bird did not thrive very well in her nest, and so we took her into special care. This was no easy matter during the first few days since she had to be fed carefully every two hours. It took some time before the little bird became tame. When the Holy Father came to meals, the little nest with Gretchen in it would be standing beside his plate so that he could give her this feed himself. She stayed there in her nest and cheeped when the Holy Father left. Gradually she made her first attempts at flying and soon came to meet the Holy Father, sat on his hands, head, and shoulders, flew on to his plate, and once -- despite all our precautions -- into the hot soup! Fortunately, she was not hurt.

What pleasure this little creature gave the Holy Father! She recognized his step perfectly and flew to meet him when he came to breakfast or lunch. She would pull at his hair or even his ear when he was so lost in thought that he did not pay any attention to her. She sat on his hand and sang him a song for all she was worth. If she was thirsty, she would settle on his tumbler or wine glass. She flew on to every dish that was brought in to see if there was anything on it that she liked. When the Holy Father wagged his finger at her, saying, "Gretchen, that's not for you," she would fly off and settle instead on his hand to see if there might be something for her there. After the Holy Father's walk, we sometimes let the birds fly into the study. Usually the Holy Father would be sitting in an armchair by the window busy with the work that was brought regularly from the Secretariat of State after lunch. Gretchen would then fly directly on to the Holy Father's shoulder and from there to the sheet of paper he was holding in his hand, as if she wanted to read it too. Once, a sheet of paper slipped out of the Holy Father's hand and slid across to the door opposite. As quick as lightning Gretchen shot after it and with all the strength she could muster pulled the piece of paper right up to the Pope's feet with her little beak. She would dearly have loved to put the paper on his knees, but that was beyond her strength, so the Holy Father picked up both Gretchen and the sheet of paper. The little bird fluffed herself with joy at the praise she received.

There was one thing that Gretchen could not stand and that was for the Holy Father to be busy writing. The little bird would then sit herself down exactly where he wanted to write and peck at his pen, so that he could not write a single word. When the Holy Father opened an envelope, Gretchen at once hopped into it to see what was inside. But the wonderful time in the study did not last long! Soon the Holy Father, with no time to waste, would ring for poor Gretchen to be put back into her cage. At 6:15, the hum of the electric razor was to be heard from the Holy Father's dressing room in the mornings. At the sound of it, Gretchen could not bear to be imprisoned in the cage any longer and was allowed to fly in to the Holy Father even though he was busy listening to a French or English lesson on the radio. There Gretchen would sit on his razor, being rocked to and fro."

-- Sister M. Pascalina Lehnert, housekeeper for Pope Pius XII for over forty years, on Pius XII's beloved pet birds -- particularly his favorite, a canary named Gretchen -- in her book, His Humble Servant: Sister M. Pascalina Lehnert's Memoirs of Her Years of Service to Eugenio Pacelli, Pope Pius XII (BOOK | KINDLE).

[zu-is-here]

Since we don't have Cream week hosted this year, here's a small idea of your humble servant:

#Cream Day, February 26th ★

No prompts, no rules! :D Let's have some fun <3

[smile-files]

it really is so bizarre to me how they just kinda sorta dropped out of nowhere at the very end of the game that henry was a child servant in the ascot household and didn't bother digging into that at all. if i'm being honest 90% of my analysis of henry's character comes from morbid curiosity about the implications of that

[a-reality-dream]

Hongjoong ✦Yeosang✦Seonghwa

[alexandria-thornton]

I'm failing as a mentor. He is sliding into sin and I fear I cannot stop him.

[buttercupart]

[vulcanette]

laugh or you’ll cry attitude today 😜(😭)