#prospero

[industyclosett]

[adamsonofzeus]

The affectations, whispered from Prospero's lips brought Adam's eyes to casually drift closed, leaning into the other - tilting his forehead gently against Prospero's. Cursed was apt, but the fighter didn't so much mind the moniker when it was deftly tied to the hand of the dead prince.

Everything about Adam remained loud, trapped in screaming perpetuity but there was an earthly grounding that came from the Underworld's son. Brought from thunderous skies to the cold of the bedrock below, wrapped, embraced, it was just a hand - a palm - five fingers - and some intention, but to Adam they held everything. They joked and Adam poked fun: but for all that Prospero wasn't, he was the first person to make Adam feel alive in years. "My man, the fucking poet."

"All those pretty words and you didn't even say it back, damn babe that's sick and twisted." Adam mused as he took a step back, slipping out of the other's grip before a visible current seemed to run through him. "C'mon," he smirked, tilting his head as if for Prospero to follow him, "I wanna show you something." With a leap, Adam went from standing to gripping the brick wall above Prospero's head, scrambling up the side to get to the roof above.

those words were so inherently adam fontaine that he couldn't stop a smile from creeping across his lips, unbidden. earned. through tooth and nail, through countless absences and unsaid goodbyes, through cheating fate over and over again to reach for each other once again, to cross paths once again. earned felt the appropriate word here. “my most fearsome curse,” perry drawled, “and my greatest blessing.” 

he let his hand be guided, heart bound, and splayed fingers over the warmth of adam's chest. instantaneously, he could feel it: that firm, unyielding heartbeat like a promise made to drum. but underneath it also, adam's soul – so palpably warm under his touch, as if in recognition. he had seen greys with their souls tied together, irrevocably tangle as one. would it be the same for theirs after they left the mortal coil? 

“you make me feel like a real living thing,” he rasped into the air between them, low and confessionary despite the lack of people. some words were too sacred to even be vocalized, to be translated as sound. “not just lingering—but real. flesh, bone, blood… the moment i saw you at camp, it was like my heart remembered how to beat.”  

[stagfodder]

as requested by my friend

[ishallbenevermore]

No shit she took a liking to Prospero! He looks so much like Thomas.

Except he is much nicer and less of a cheating douchebag.

I take every bad word I've spoken about Ada back.

[whiterexpper]

Can’t wait to see interactions of Annabel and Prospero in the future being more relaxed around each other now that they’re friends

“Proper friends” I mean but still, imagine Annabel and Lenore finally talking again and Annabel is just going on and on and about she made an actual friend and it’s Prospero and she’s so excited to tell Lenore and Lenore is just listening to her yap about it and go on and isn’t saying a word just smiling at her Annabel and her excited news that made her so happy

And now Lenore is just basking in the moment and taking it in as she’s spending some time with Annabel and knowing that she’s got someone to fall on when Lenore isn’t there or when she’s acting like an enemy

[adamsonofzeus]

Adam never needed to be told twice. Had the son of Zeus moved any faster he might have tripped over his own feet, but he approached - ran a few fingers through Prospero's dark, soft hair, and watched Stephanos' cock disappear into his mouth while Adam casually stroked himself.

Cold? Definitely going to have to do something about that then.

His lips pressed firmly into the square of Stephanos' shoulder, letting Prospero go in favour of swapping hands so his more dominant could find the small of Stephanos' back. "Guess you and me just gotta warm him up." The tips of his fingers - rough - slipped against the small of his lover's back, playing as delicately as Adam cared to with the small, fine hairs.

"Well shit, I'd hate to find out he's been lying this whole time." Adam breezed, he gripped the base firmly, flicking his wrist a couple times as he leaned in - tapping Prospero's cheek with the heavy crown sitting atop his cock. Already leaking, already eager, already ready. "C'mon baby, show him how deep you can go." Encouraging, "He likes it." Who was Adam referring to? Yes. @miindkiiller

have you ever danced naked in the woods? he swore someone had once asked, and yet here he was. like some sort of sideways slide into inevitability. feeding into the reference of himself, towards himself, a slow turning circle. he wasn't here for a cult, or for magic, unless one could describe their relationship as either or both.

spells cast by touch. the secret language of fingers, of skin, spoken silently to beget some forgotten god of lust, lurching from each of their depths. a summoning. a conjuring. no sacrifice, spare the mild discomfort of really digging into a good position. prospero, kneeling, in some form of supplication; lips pushed to be supple, appreciation smearing in ample supply.

"he feels cold," stephanos teased, sliding fingers into perry's hair as he cast his gaze towards adam. sharing the moment, in a sense, with the cast beam of his eyes inviting adam into the portrait, in spite of his distance. "and well-practiced. I'd assume you had something to do with that." soothing affection over ransom's scalp, he kept his eyes on adam. even as he started to pull, started to lean his hips forward, to test perry's limit and interest. would he let stephanos do this? did he want him to? questions that would need to be answered with grunt or finger or sign, as perry's mouth was rather busy with a virile father of three.

"need help, dear?" he called, head tilting as he regarded adam regarding them. he could feel it-- their attraction, kinetic and potential both. charged and charging. fueling the circle, unintentionally, even as multicolored threads would occasionally wisp around stephanos. @gravexheart

[wh40kartwork]

Custodian Venatari

by Eric Alonso

[jockw]

Quick ass nevermore headcanon ideas in modern au cause the sun is killing me with a permanent tan;

Lenore works at a drag king cafe and she's the prince charming

Prospero is a professional veterinarian 'cause he hates socializing people

Berenice once got fired for drinking the alcohol when she worked as a bartender whilst on the clock

Duke steals pigeons off of the streets and actually takes really good care for them, he teaches them to steal wallets and shit on Montresor

Pluto went to Dubai With Eulalie (smoking room at the airport)

Morella tried questionable dishes in Poland

Annabel secretly speaks Russian and Will was the only one who found out

Will went to the drag king bar thinking it was men, he found out Lenore's job by total accident

Montresor eats the kibbles first before feeding it to the beagle dog

[cerealman]

The king of the rats bc I haven’t drawn enough of him

[kosssich]

TW: blood, rodents, non-graphic gore

annabel go get your boy, he's not doing well

[xxl4vend3rxx]

EHEHEHHE I MADE MORE

NEVERMORE GENDERBENDS ; MONTANAH

@evilgaygoat I TOLD YOU ID TAG YOU

[not-a-jackalope]

intellectuals? no this is idiot mlm and idiot wlw solidarity

[abybweisse]

Ch216 (p3); The Tempest

So, the play being performed is Shakespeare's The Tempest.

I didn't know that Victorian nobles tended to keep their children away from touring theaters, but I guess it really depends on the play. It could be that the typical audience was more distasteful than the usual program itself? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I think it's Sebastian who first mentions the title.

The description as a romance might seem odd, but at the time a "romance" was more of a fictional adventure story, nothing like what we'd now call a "romance" these days. Ivanhoe was referred to as a romance novel, for example; the stories often include the theme of love, but adventure is typically the main focus.

As Sebastian says, there's definitely a parallel between the play's plot and what's playing out in the manga. But this can be seen from two opposing perspectives: our earl wants revenge, but isn't that also what real Ciel has been seeking, in his own way? Each twin feels betrayed and exiled or abandoned. Each wants to reclaim his status and get revenge. Each one is being accompanied and assisted by preternatural creatures, too. We see Ariel here, but we don't see Caliban. Hmm 🤔

Just what changes were made to make it suitable for all ages? Also, I can't help but notice the way the play's scenes are drawn in the manga -- very flash and sparkly -- this can't be how it really looks on that stage. Why illustrate it that way? I can only guess that it's how it's perceived in the imagination of the audience... a bit like the performances put on by the circus troupe when they kidnapped children in the streets.

Our earl isn't so old that he'd truly dislike the carousel (even adults tend to be nostalgic about them), but he's not likely to ever admit it.

But who is the person who watches them walk away?

And do they even realize (yet) that they are being watched?

I feel a storm coming....

[josy-woodhouse]

I just realised something

From what we know this is probably the first time ever Annabel had an episode and someone said her emotions are valid rather than manic.

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

The Librarians 2x10 - "And the Final Curtain"

[ishallbenevermore]

I just love how fragile Montressors ego is

Just being accused of not being man enough just makes him go berserk