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Chapter 5: Polyamorous ghouls is now up for your reading pleasure.
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∆•∆•∆ einar daanan x reader
∆•∆•∆ you get married to the autumn king. dark!fic
The windows were locked and sealed, magic preventing anything from leaving. You'd pounded at them, attempted to shatter them with your hands, a lamp, and a candle stick. Nothing had worked. Bruises coated your hands, the lamp sat shattered. No matter how loud you screamed, how much you begged and pleaded against the door, there were either wards or, more likely, the fae attending your wedding hadn't given a shit.
Your wedding.
With the Autumn King.
Centuries older than you, his youngest child was five years your senior. Centuries older than you, Einar had gained a reputation for cruelty. How many times have you listened to Bryce rant about her father? About how he abandoned her, treated her like shit once he learned she didn't have that fae magic.
What would he do with a human wife? One that had only been forced to marry him because one of the Asteri had scented a fae bloodline in you. Einar had never married. He wasn't happy. Wouldn't even look at you, only sparing a look when the cut on your palm had been dragged too deep, likely intentional on the priestess's part. He'd scowled, pressing his bloody palm to yours, gritting out the words. Married in fae customs, not human.
You'd always dreamed of it. You didn't come from a wealthy family, just above the poverty line. A wedding would've been the only day of your life where you'd be able to splurge, do whatever you wanted without restraint. You'd been saving since you were twelve.
You wondered what happened to it. To all your things. You'd never go back to your apartment, never finish college, never see Bryce again. You'd met her in your first year, her and Danika's last. They'd taken you under their wing after that. After Danika's death, things between you and Bryce shifted. You were close.
Or maybe she just enjoyed your honesty, so far removed from all of her previous issues that it wasn't uncommon for her to climb into your bed at four in the morning, reeking of alcohol. She was gone and you wondered if she would ever come back.
You began crying again, ripping the pictures off the wall, shredding into them. You shattered vases, ripped sheets. Broken glass shredded into your hands, not even bothering to pick it out before you threw yourself onto the bed. You didn't ruin it, if only because of the overwhelming need to sleep.
You woke up with the click of the door. The room was silent for a moment, you waiting for Einar to come and claim you. But he wasn't there. The door never opened. Just unlocked. You shot up, flattening the nearly sheer night dress against your skin. Prettily wrapped up just for him.
There was a note under the door.
Run.
You burned it with a candle, not waiting to watch it burn to ask before you flung the door open, stepping barefoot out into the halls. There was no one. Music still played muffled but you could tell it would end soon. Your new husband was likely sending off the rest of the guests. For a moment, that made you rage all the more. This was your wedding, one you'd been forced into, and they wouldn't even let you be there. After the vows, Einar had sent you to your room. Was that how it was going to be? You locked away for the rest of your life?
No.
No other door had been locked, free for the guests to come and go. The second your feet hit the grass, you were bolting for the treeline.
Then what?
Where would you go?
What would he do when he opened your door, finding the room destroyed with bloody sheets? Once you were sure you were far enough, you picked the glass out finally. It was stupid to wait, the wounds closing ever so slightly around the bits, having to tear them all open again. You wiped dripping hands on the white lace.
Einar's estate was massive, far from Crescent City. Would you ever see it again?
Going shoeless hadn't been a good idea. It wasn't like you had a choice — you didn't have any belongings. After three servants forced you into the bath, taking your wedding gown and shoes when they left, you only had what he gave you.
Which, as of now, was just this night gown.
For an hour, you made your way through the woods, hope building with each passing second. He had to have known by now. Then came your natural conclusion:
He must not care.
He must not want you, after all.
Your heart dropped when the very ground shook. You must still be on his land, you reasoned. How much further?
Your feet picked up, slick with blood from cuts given by rocks and sticks. You'd forgotten you were dealing with a fae male, instincts and senses far higher. Your dripping blood would lead him right to you.
"Y/n!" His voice was cold, angry. If he thought that was going to make you turn around, commit to being his wife, he was wrong. It only made you break out into a run. He must've heard if his curse was anything to go by. You heard snapping twigs. Felt his arms snag around you and throw you to the ground. You gasped, seeing black and being unable to breathe. He was on top of you then, straddling you.
"Are you done?" He sneered. "I want to go home," You hissed. "I'm nothing to you,"
He stood, scoffing, hands locked around your arms and pulling you off the forest floor. He threw you over his shoulder, grabbing one of your feet to survey the damage. "When the Asteri give you an order, you follow it. When I give you an order, you don't fucking hesitate to follow it. Do you understand me?"
He carried you with ease, like you weren't even there. "I want to go home," You only said as a response, slamming a fist down on his back. "You are not my husband. The Asteri are not my lords,"
A wrong choice of words, given everything. Or, maybe, it was you hitting him that did it. His entire body tensed, strides picking up as he went for the house. Whatever he had to say, whatever was going to happen would be waiting for you in the privacy of his home.
He didn't say a word as he walked up the stairs, past your destroyed room, the door on it broken. He walked you all the way to his room, to the bathroom, before placing you on the rim of the tub. You wrapped your arms around yourself. It had been so cold out. You hadn't even noticed. When he came back, he carried a box. Inside, was a first aid kit.
He grabbed your foot, cleaning it before numbing it and stitching a cut that needed it. He was still angry, hadn't been entirely gentle as he maneuvered you where he wanted you to go.
You refused to break the silence, wondering if he would respond if he asked. His red hair had become unbound. He looked a lot like Ruhn.
He turned on the faucet, speaking for the first time. "Take that dress off," It was ruined beyond belief. You wondered if he would punish you for this all, for ruining his room, his pretty dress, and, he could argue, you ruined his wedding.
"No," You said instantly, the words falling off before you could stop them. You gasped away from him when he reached over, grabbing the front, and shredding it down the middle. It fell in tatters around your feet. Bare before him, his eyes just flickered over you once before he checked the temperature. No one has ever seen you like this, no one has touched you before. Did he know? Or did he think the rumors spread about you hooking up with his son and his friends true?
After a moment, he gestured for it, moving to stand against the wall. "You're watching?" You asked, voice small. You were covered in dirt, mud, and blood. His head angled back, a downright amused look in his eyes.
"You haven't even been in my home for longer than twelve hours and look at the mess you've caused," He crooned, smiling wider, more cruelly. "We have a long night ahead of us,"
You watched as he stepped closer, stuttering out a response and failing, only managing a small, "Please,"
He throws you a towel once you've finished scrubbing your body, threatening to help if you kept pushing it off.
Dried and sitting on the edge of his bed, so big it threatened to swallow you whole, Einar brought you a glass of bourbon. Ice clinked, bringing you back to the matters at hand.
Einar Daanan was going to fuck you and there was nothing you could do to change it. He still wore his red and black suit, ditching the jacket.
"You and I need to talk," He sits in a chair across from you, far too close for comfort. He can reach over and touch your hair. You hoped he hadn't, if only because the strands hid your body from view. "About the way things are. The way they're going to be,"
The way he spoke to you sent anger curling in your stomach. You imagined a little Ruhn and a little Bryce here, on the other end of his rage, his voice soft and seemingly unphased.
You knew from them the shoe was about to drop. Once, you'd gotten drunk with all of Bryce's friends. Ruhn had been there. The two of you had just started talking, vaguely bringing up his father.
Ruhn and Bryce are your step children. You will be the mother of their sibling—
It was all sick.
"Which is?" You forced yourself to ask.
"If you do anything that will jeopardize me, I will make you suffer in ways your human mind can't even fathom. I will not kill you, I will not send you back to where you came from. I will keep you here and I will make you pay,"
You nodded after a moment, him waiting to make sure you understood. "I wasn't involved in that stuff," You stammered out, unsure of what else to say. Bryce kept you far away. Truthfully, you hadn't seen as much of her since Hunt strolled into her life. He didn't acknowledge that, "Until I can be sure you will not destroy my belongings, you'll sleep in here,"
"Until I get pregnant, you mean?"
"I don't need you sleeping in my bed to do that." He stands then, and the message is clear. What he is going to do from this point onward is because he wants to — he is not being ordered. Whatever lingering issue he has with you, he intends to see to the end.
So, you run.
You don't make it very far, just to the end of the room, before he grabs you by your hair and throws you to the floor. Once again, he has you pinned.
This time, he freezes, hair falling into his eyes. The movement is so sudden, the tension and stress rolling off him so severe that it makes you pause. He says two words: "My mate,"
A wife was one thing. In a century, he can spin the narrative, claim he never even touched you, that any children you had was not fathered by him. In a century, who knows what would've happened to them. Lots can happen in that time. But a mate? Einar Daanan being equals with a human?
Your heart sunk, the end coming in clarity. He was going to kill you. You never really accepted that this would be it, that you never would get the chance to escape. Voice as strong as you could manage, you grit out, "What are you going to do about it?"
His hand came to your throat, resting there, squeezing lightly.
And then he laughed. The sound cold and odd. His nose comes down, brushing against your throat. He repeats, softer this time, "My mate." Body and soul, you now belonged to him. Now and forever.
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ceofjohnlennon · 9 months
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"I never heard Paul and John actually writing songs together, but I knew they must have been penning some tunes on the road: in a hotel room, in the back of the Electra jet, a dressing room or anyplace they could find a quiet corner away from the craziness. Wherever Paul went, he carried with him a battered and scuffed fat brown briefcase. Every time I went into their suite that old bag with bronze, rusting buckles was sitting there, on the bed, on a bedside table or on the floor. And if Paul didn't have it, then Neil was the keeper of the case. Carrying it under his arm or wearing it on a strap over his shoulder. Once — after we had arrived in Toronto — I walked into his room at the King Edward Hotel to scrounge a drink. The suite was already a mess, the television on, predictably without the sound, and there, shoeless, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a couple of kids at play, were Paul and John surrounded by a sea of notepaper. It looked like someone had emptied a wastebasket onto the carpet, with dozens of sheets scattered on the floor and other pages spilling out of the voluminous briefcase. In 1964, Paul confessed to writer Al Aronowitz: 'None of us really knows how to read or write music. The way we work it is like we just whistle. John will whistle at me, and I whistle back at him.'"
ㅡ From the book "The Beatles And Me On Tour" by Ivor Davis.
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The Fool and the Demon, leaf from a Psalter by the Maître de Jean de Mandeville (France, c 1360), fol. 284
The legend reads: "dixit insipiens in corde suo non est deus" ("the fool says in his heart 'There is no God.'") (Psalm 52) In a miniature prefacing Psalm 52, the illuminator represents the poem's imagery literally. The "fool" of the text appears here as the lunatic figure familiar during the Middle Ages: shoeless, wearing rags, and carrying a club. He holds an unidentifiable object, perhaps a stone, to his mouth; from this he can draw no nourishment, a visual analogy to the denial of God's existence. In the medieval period, lunacy was seen as a punishment inflicted by the devil. In the upper right corner of the miniature, a small demon crouches before the swirling gold decorative patterns, either the cause of the fool's lunacy or, perhaps, the agent inspiring the fool's denial.
J Paul Getty Museum, Malibu, California. Ms. 1, v1 (84.MA.40.1) The fools adorn Psalters, Books of Hours, and romances of the thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth centuries. They teem in the initials, miniatures, and illuminated margins of manuscripts. Specific visual features identify the fools as such and describe their nature. With extensive knowledge of ancient, biblical, patristic, and historical sources on madness, dance, and music, with dazing originality, illuminators invested great care in producing these figures of the mundus inversus and in the transmission of the scholar model they personified.
In the medieval literature, madness means nonsense and the insipiens or the fol is consistently defined in relation to wisdom. This madness is twofold, positive and negative, natural and artificial, and concerns both the soul and the body. King David conveys in this literary and iconographic genre visual and moral power to the fool’s figure, who becomes related to music, dance, rhythm, and harmony. Thus the initial letter of Psalm 52 (53) “Dixit insipiens” opposes in new ways the moral virtue of David to the fool’s sin and vice. The madness of religious inversion is also that of the Fête des Fous. This ritual organized by the Church reverses the church hierarchy, parodies the church service thorugh dances, games, banquets, the Office de l'Âne, and the Évêque des Fous. The figure of the fool is ambiguous also in terms of political power: it can both condemn and authorize inversion and staged disorder.
At the end of the Middle Ages the jesters dance farandoles or the moresca in groups. They also participate in danses macabres. Always ambivalent, they are major figures of court festivities and reveal and relieve through laughter and macabre social tensions and the imagined nature of life and death themselves.
[Robert Scott Horton]
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“The secret of the successful fool is that he's no fool at all.” ― Isaac Asimov
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lnfwrites · 5 months
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Supernatural fanfic 2: Rowena's revenge.
NB: 1) over-18s only; 2) Mostly SFW in terms of content but I recommend you DO NOT read at work!; 3) full credit for characters goes to the creators (yatter-yatter); 4) every effort made to retain US English out of respect for the series, but there may be the odd slip into UK English, innit?😁
"Damn!" muttered Dean, looking down at the body sprawled on the ground in Singer Salvage Yard. A grim sight indeed. "Is Bobby... smiling?"
"Dean! Our oldest friend is dead!" Sam chided him. He leaned down for a closer look. "Actually yeah, I think so. I never saw that before."
"Oh me neither," nodded Dean. He chuckled. "Big old scowl normally, just before calling us idj'uts..."
"Yeah, save the cracks for the wake. We gotta find out what happened here."
Dean crouched down, checking for wounds. "You sure this is hinky? There's not a mark on him."
Sam sighed and peered down. "Little redder in the face than usual - and no smell of booze, more than normal, anyways."
"If it wasn't for him being shoeless and with his shirt all undone, I'd say nothing remotely hinky."
"Wait Dean, what are all those marks all over the torso?" he glanced down. "And on the soles...?"
Sam let out a squeal as he felt fingers dig into his sides, wiggling frantically.
"That's what happens when you tickle someone to death Sammy!" cried Sheriff Jody, cackling maniacally as she knelt over a desperately wriggling Sam.
"Deeean!" cried Sam. "Not again!" [Author's note: please check out the earlier Supernatural tick-fic "Part 1"].
"Oh come on Sammy, after that Mavka torture, I'da thought you could stand a few friendly tickles!"
Then he noticed the crazed snarl on Jody's face, and the pink gleam in her eye.
"HAHAHAAH! She ain't playing DEEEEEAN!" confirmed Sam.
"Oh hell no!" mumbled Dean, as he loaded a tranq dart. "What kinda sick puppy would..."
The first dart elicited a snarl from Jody, but her dancing fingers continued unabated, sneaking inside Sam's shirt...
"Dean, hurry!" yelled Sam, struggling to block Jody's hands. "I hahaha don't wanna hurt her heheeh!!"
Dean loosed off a couple more darts to make sure, before Jody finally slumped over, her fingers still twitching as she drifted into unconsciousness.
Sam stood up, gasping for breath. "Dean we know who's behind this, we gotta get..."
"Moving, boys?" chuckled Rowena, emerging from behind the crusher, eyes glowing purple.
The Winchester boys stood rooted to the spot, straining comically - but couldn't budge even the tiniest bit.
"Awesome!" cursed Dean, as Rowena mockingly brandished a coil of rope.
"Indeed Dean!" she giggled, "Payback most certainly is 'awesome'."
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Rowena stood back, crossing her arms as she admired her handiwork.
"Magically enhanced rope, just so you know, boys. No sneaky escapes this time!"
"Oh you better hope we don't get out of this Rowena!" snarled Dean. "There's no coming back from what you did to Bobby!"
"Moi? Oh Deano I didn't lay a finger on him," chuckled Rowena. Dean found himself sniggering too, as she twirled her index finger playfully around his belly.
"There, isn't that better? Tickle-tickle!!" mocked Rowena as her hands danced round to Dean's waist.
"Enough Rowena!" yelled Sam. "You had Jody murder him just because of our little ... prank?" [Author's note: seriously, I cannot stress highly enough that you should read Part 1 first!]
Rowena rolled her eyes. "That wasn't MEANT to happen, just... I maybe put a teensy wee bit too much oomph in the spell. Plus that old fool was too stubborn to agree to my terms."
"Wh-what terms?" gasped out Dean, between giggles, as Rowena's fingers tested out his sides just below his ribs.
"Just that you'll owe me a favour. A humungous one. At the time of my choosing," she paused to spider tickles all around Dean's belly again. "Maybe steal a spell book, or kill some grotty wee demon calling himself King, that sort of thing..."
"Oh-ho-hoho kayyyy!" pleaded Dean. Rowena paused. "I think we could..."
"Absolutely not!" snapped Sam. "Goddam it Dean, don't be such a wuss! Her spell can't last forever, and she can't tickle us both at..."
"The same time?" laughed Rowena, snapping her fingers, in a shower of purple sparks.
"You see boys, the thing with mind control is, it works so much better with a willing subject! And these lasses certainly look willing enough to tickle that negativity out of you boys!"
She watched as the two ladies under her control advanced on their respective targets.
"You wouldn't?!" asked Sam, chidingly.
"Hello, have you met me? Sic'em girls!" laughed Rowena, clicking her fingers to let loose her enchanted ticklers.
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"Hehe!" sniggered Dean, glancing over to where uber fangirl Becky, having ripped off Sam's shirt, jumped on piggy-back style, her hands scampering all over his torso, sending the younger Winchester into giggling hysterics immediately.
 "You haha gotta admit that's pretty funny Sammy!" Dean broke into a wailing laugh as his own tickler's fingers whirled into his armpits.
"Eyes on me, mister!" beamed Sheriff Donna. "I'm the only one allowed to make ya laugh!"
"Becky!" pleaded Sam through his helpless giggles. "Fight it! Thought - hahaha! -you loved me?!"
Becky's purple eyes glowed. "Oh I do Sam! So much!" her fingers danced down his ripped torso. "And all you gotta do is agree to pledge yourself to me forever, and do a little favor for my best pal Rowena..."
Rowena, munching a handful of magically summoned popcorn, nodded her approval. "Sorry Samuel, did I not mention that addendum? Silly me! Carry on there Becky!"
Becky, wrapped around Sam's mid-section, began squeezily tickling his bared waist and abdomen. "Until then, we play this fun tickle game! hehe, Coochie coo!!!"
Sam yelled out in desperate laughter "Deeeeeean! hahahah Hellllp. Cassss!"
"Oh please," tutted Rowena. "No angelic interventions, I've got this place more off the grid than, oh I don't know, a Montana ranch? Tough crowd eh? Girls, more laughs please!"
Donna and Becky grinned, fingers skittering over their Winchester's most sensitive spots. Donna was playing a merry tune with Dean's underarms, cooing teasingly at the conflicted tears starting to roll down his cheek as he guffawed helplessly.
Meanwhile Sam was reduced to breathless pleading as a demonically cackling Becky tormented his lower abdomen, squeezing fingers jumping from place to place setting his nerves on fire.
After 15 minutes, Rowena found herself at the bottom of her box of popcorn. "And pause!" she called out.
A heavily pouting Becky reluctantly lowered herself down from Sam, while Donna stepped back with from Dean a cheeky grin, waggling her fingers in front of his face.
Dean smiled weakly as he coughed himself back to a normal breathing rate, while Sam hung exhausted from the rock-solid magic rope, dripping with sweat.
"So, we having fun yet Winchesters?"
Dean groaned an incomprehensible curse.
"Yer pal Bobby's ticker had given out by now. I'm sure you've got a bit more stamina," Rowena paused for a titter, "but resistance is futile."
She pondered for a moment, snapping her fingers to summon a jumbo tub of popcorn. "Quite amusing for me though. Okay," he said with a nod and a twirl of her free hand to the ticklers. "Carry on!"
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"H-heheehhey Rowena!" Dean growl-laughed as Donna pulled down his jeans, and squeezy-tickled up and down his thighs. "Ooh Dean," purred Donna, "good spot huh?" winked the grinning blonde.
"Screw you Red! We hahaahah fuuuuuu**ing ain't doin' shit for you!"
"The hell Dean?!!" squealed Sam. "Oh gooooohhhd Becky no! Hahahaah shiiiiiiit!" he wailed as Becky dug into his inner thighs just below his boxers, fingers running on the spot at a frenzied rate.
"What a fun game Sam!" giggled Becky as she tickled this prime new spot, every now and then giving Sam's butt affectionate squeezes and slaps for good measure.
Sam's eyes rolled upwards, groaning. "Dean I can't hahahaah- shit Becky!!"
Rowena chuckled, spitting out a mouthful of popcorn. "Oops pardon me! So we've got one 'no', one 'maybe'. Knock yerselves out ladies, tickle those cheeky chaps into some manners!!"
"Hang on Sammy!" cackled Dean as Donna toyed with his upper thighs. "We just gotta hahah woooooah shit!" he exclaimed as Becky hit a particularly sensitive spot, dangerously close to his boxer shorts. "Just gotta hang on!"
"Yahhhhh!" screamed Sam in reply, as Becky drove her tickling fingers right into his hips, the paralysis spell holding him tight for every maddeningly awful-wonderful tantalizing sensation.
"Ok for you, I've got this psycho biiii** HAHAHAAH! going to town..."
"On your ass?" finished Becky, her fingernails tickling Sam's butt through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting screamy bursts of laughter.
"Samuel does have a point!" mused Rowena. "Let's even things up a bit..."
As Donna continued her spidering tickle assault on an increasingly breathless Dean's inner thighs, Rowena joined in with constant streams of tickles in his armpits, red nails whirling round.
Rowena smirked as a bright red-faced Dean roared in flustered frustrated laughs, and Sam was reduced to desperate breathless screams in between his cackles.
"C'mon Dean," she whispered in his ear, slowing her armpit tickles to playful fingertip squiggles. "Be a shame to let you boys go out this way... when you can still be so useful to me."
The bonds were just as irresistible as the witch had promised, but Dean's ears were working just fine. And during the brief intermission, he was sure he had heard a car pull up near the back entrance.
"No you c’mon Red!" he whispered back at Rowena. "Call that wimpy-ass crap tickling? Fun's hahaahaha just startin'.. Yaaaaahhhh" he finished, as Rowena's nails skittered over his nipples.
"No more Ms. Nice Witch then, Deano!" she hissed back.
"Let'em squirm Mistress Rowena!" begged Becky. "My Sam's really starting to respond!"
"Fuuuuuuu - Deaannn!" yelled a red-faced Sam, gasping out desperate laughs as Becky knelt down in front of him to skitter-tickle his inner groin, while nuzzling into his half-bared hip.
"Nom-nom nom nom-nom!" chuckled Becky. "Salty goodness!"
"Hah!" chuckled Rowena, her fingers sparking pink as they raced in swirling patterns over Dean's nipples, occasionally striking back into his armpits. "Come now boys, too much of a good thing..."
Dean coughed out "Biiii*ch!", giving an extra loud roar of laughter as he spotted a dark figure sneak up.
Rowena failed to hear the click of the gun.
"Freeze right there Miss S&M!" growled Rufus. "I'm packing witchkillers. Lift the goddam spell!"
Rowena glared at Rufus, but carefully lifted her hands away from Dean, who managed a nod to Rufus even as he writhed and groaned from Donna's fingertips roaming all around his thighs.
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"The other old git! How the bloody hell did you manage to get away from the tickle demon I sicced on you!"
"Timely dose of Goofer dust tea, Red!" Rufus patted his stomach. "Tastes like rotten ass, but 100% tickle proofing. Had it ready, figured you'd come looking for payback."
"You're the smart one eh?" smirked Rowena, rubbing her finger and thumb together. "But remind me does it work against MAGIC tickles?"
"Ah fu***!" cursed Rufus, bursting into laughs and dropping the gun. He slapped at his torso as invisible hands squirmed away inside his shirt.
Rowena twirled round "Now, where were we boys?"
Sam was reduced to a constant whiny groan, spasming against his ropes.
"Come on there, Dean, you going to let your brother down AGAIN?"
He cried out in reply as Rowena dug in her nails to his waist, just as Donna hit a hot spot on the back of his thighs.
"Oh-hahaah-hoho kayyyyy!" he howled. "Wait wait!"
"Yes...?" demanded Rowena, playfully twirling her fingers around his ribs.
"In your dreams!" he spat.
"Wha...?" began Rowena, slumping down to the ground with a dart in her neck.
Dean gave a weak thumbs up to Bobby, still aiming the gun at Rowena’s backside just in case. "Spotted you were faking it, right from the get-go, sneaky dog! Hey, thanks for steppin’ in so soon by the way!"
Bobby scowled in reply. “Oh welcome son! Try getting tickled at my age, takes a bit outta ya, I needed a rest!”
Meanwhile Sheriff Donna dropped to her knees, cringing. "Oh cheese an' crackers, I'm so embarrassed!!"
"Fuuuu!" cried out Sam, twitching in spasms as Becky continued to tickle and gnaw away around his groin and hips.
"Come on Sammy, just say yes, and it'll be just the two of us!"
"Just a sec Dean, that's a goddam overdose of crazy!" growled Bobby, plugging Becky with a couple of darts before she finally released her grip on Sam.
"Oh my god Bobby, you're alright!" gasped Jodie, as she staggered to her feet.
"Hmm, yeah no thanks to you, Sheriff..." replied Bobby, stroking his beard. "Lucky fer me, I can do a pretty convincing impression of a heart attack."
"My man!!" cried Rufus, high-fiving Bobby. "Old guys rule huh, juniors?"
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As he stumbled out from his ropes, Dean spotted Donna started to sneak away, half-dragging a still-dazed Jody.
"Uh-uh!" he called. "Where you law-ladies off to? You thinking what I'm thinking Bobby?"
"Reckon so!"
"Eeeeek!" squealed Donna in giggles, as Dean squeezed his tickling fingers into her waist under her uniform. "It was the speeeeell, hahaahah!"
"YAAAAhahaahah!" nodded Jody frantically, squirming as Bobby probed up and down her sides. "Totally the spell!"
"Yeah we know. That's why we ain't gonna be mean about it," Bobby replied.
Dean smirked as Donna bounced up and down, snorting heavily, in response to his digs into her tummy. "Not too mean, anyways..." he added.
Still recovering his breath and composure, Sam leaned on Rufus, and helped himself to some popcorn.
"I mean I get the payback," he asked the experienced hunter, "but should you really be filming it too?"
"Hell yeah!" scoffed Rufus, adjusting the zoom. "Post this freaky shit in the right place, I’m scoring myself some sweet-ass tips - goofer dust ain’t cheap!"
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thebigsl33p · 1 year
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You're Holding Me Like Water In Your Hands.
Haha Angst. Straight up angst, dead lover shit, reader is Chaos. Don't be sane, tortured artist yourself into writing a good piece of fanfiction.
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The first time Dream meets Chaos is during a riot.
There's smoke everywhere, fire, shouting, crying. Crowds upon crowds of people flood the streets, smash shop windows, stomp their feet and clap their hands, raise their fists to the air and scream. The world is terribly wrong, but Dream is simply passing through.
He's out of place amongst all the violence, hunched figure, hands in his pockets, that big silly black coat. He doesn't pay much mind as he passes, it's not the first riot he's seen and it certainly won't be the last.
But something is different and it makes him stop and watch the protesters. There's a feeling...an electric crackle in the air, a pressure on his shoulders and the tension before your ears pop.
Suddenly his eyes focus on a woman. She's wearing white, her feet are shoeless but despite the broken glass littered ground they don't bleed. Her dress is barely dirtied, apart from the vivid splash of red across it. It's not her blood, he can tell that much. The lady is pushing through the crowd of people, against the current, forcing people out of her way with a push of their shoulders. Morpheus would've considered it rude were it not for two things:
Her energy, her being, all that he could feel and comprehend of her was wrong. It was something akin to his, she was no mortal.
And the look of horror on her face. Mascara dripped down her cheeks with tears, her chest was heaving as she ran, obviously sobbing violently.
A choice was lain out in front of The King of Dreams and he made it.
He reached into his pocket, grabbed a handful of sand and threw it high into the air, above the crowd. And then he was behind her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her towards him. He saw the momentary hope in her eyes, he felt her understanding of what he was, and he knew the questions each of them wanted to ask.
But now and here wasn't the right time, so he simply grabbed her hand and said, "Come with me."
Where he was taking her he wasn't sure. It was too soon to take her to The Dreaming, he didn't know that she could be trusted, so with the cover of the evening he took her to a park. A place where, should she turn out to be something malevolent he would be able to deal with her swiftly.
The moment their feet touched the grass she pulled away from him, before saying, "Thank You." The words were quiet and unsure.
Dream simply nodded before asking what had been on his mind the entire time, "Who are you?"
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at herself, that white dress stained in blood, before looking back up at him, "I am Chaos. And you?"
"Dream." He answers, and he watches her mouth the name, "What were you running from, Chaos?" He asks, though deep down he knows.
"Sometimes you see too much." She looks down and runs her hands over her sullied dress, the blood slowly disappearing, "Just because Chaos is my purpose doesn't mean I enjoy it. I witnessed an unjust murder and...I had to get away." Her words are slightly bitter and it reminds him of Death, his sister.
Dream nods, thoughts running through his head at such a fast past she can practically hear the gears turning, before he extends a hand, "Let me show you a different way to live."
"How do I know I can trust you, Dream?" She asks with a turn of her head and doubtful eyes.
And with something close to a smile he responds, "You don't."
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At first it's awkward. Chaos is so self-doubting and unsure, but gradually she warms up to his realm and realises that she can do no damage in The Dreaming.
And so she finds herself spending days upon days in the peaceful fields, with trees that bare fruit all year round, with grass that forever stays green and the beaches with perfect sand and crystalline seas. She thinks to herself, she could stay here forever.
But what really makes it all so amazing is having the King of the realm by her side. They've spent centuries together and they plan for centuries more.
Chaos never believed she would feel love, or be loved in return. But then along came Dream and she felt like apart of her had been torn away and patchworked with pieces of him and vice versa.
It's all such a lovely existence, two lovers in a field that never dies and beaches that never get cold.
That is until Chaos begins to feel a pull in her chest, like an anchor. She hears whispers in her ears and feels lightning in her fingertips and she tells Dream that something big is coming, something bad.
And then one day the feeling gets so overwhelming she has to leave for the mortal realm...her time has come. Dream insists on going with her, and they travel there hand in hand. Their feet touch the the cold wet pavements of London and Chaos' brow furrows as she finds herself back in that plain white dress.
She looks up at her lover, and he looks at her and deep down they both know what it means: The end is here.
They walk through the streets of London, following the noise of sirens and shouting and chanting.
And then they lay their eyes upon something devastating, one of the biggest riots they have ever seen, people shouting and screaming and holding each other up, yelling at police who try to hold them back and unprovoked violence. When this all started there must've been a cause and a reason...but it's changed now.
Without realising it, Chaos has walked right into the middle of the crowds, her hand slipping out of Dream's who stands by the side and watches. He watches as his lover takes in all she has created, all she represents and all she will be. Mess, love, despair, justice, fear and so much more. She is people united for the greater good, and fun teenagers and dysfunctional households and family gatherings and messy bedrooms and dirty streets and festivals and the stars and she makes him believe in so much more than he thought he ever would.
There's the sound of wings, loud and righteous, and he sees Chaos double over before rushing to her, shoving people out of the way and nearly tripping over his boots and coat. He catches her on her wobbly feet and gently lowers her to the ground, and watches as blood stains that white dress once again, the only difference being that this time it's hers and he can tell.
And for the first time in something just off eternity, Dream cries.
"Oh-" is all Chaos can say as she feels herself, the dress sticking to her stomach and sees the red on her fingers, "Oh...so soon." She laughs a little bit and it's choked up.
Dream is holding her, head in his arms and tucked under his as he threads his fingers into her hair and clutches her arms, "I know, I know. To soon." He feels hatred for his sister but is dulled as he knows, it's not her fault.
"Oh don't cry, Dream." Weakly, she reaches up and wipes his tears, "I had to go eventually. People can't riot forever." She smiles sadly.
"I would. For you, I would riot until the end of time." He shakes his head.
"I know." And then she is gone, her eyes dull, her mouth still in that sad smile but slightly softer, her arms and head limp. Dream buries himself in her and cries with the anger and love and despair of an Endless, one who has seen so much and knows so much, and still cannot comprehend how to handle this loss.
But he's torn out by a hand on his shoulder and he knows it's his sister. Despite it being her doing, her voice is a comfort, "I am sorry Brother. Come, let's go home."
He looks up and she is standing there, those beautiful wings on full display. There is screaming and fires dying down in the background, and still he clutches onto his dead lover. He stands, Chaos still in his arms and nods at his sister. He will carry her back to The Dreaming where she will be honoured and buried as if she was The Queen of The Realm.
And that night, the mortals dreamt of a woman, so beautiful and relaxing, so tranquil that there was no other name for her but Peace. After all, who valued Peace more than Chaos.
Everything I write now is sorta bad, I'm on a massive writer's block but I've never been reading more books than I am atm???
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forever-eternal · 3 months
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Some more of Alternate Fenris: Like I said before, if you want to give them a nickname-- feel free!
Outertale
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This Sans is an astrologist and rocket scientist, though he doesn’t share a heart condition as bad as his counterparts he still isn’t allowed to have coffee. Coffee cake, which is Papyrus’ specialty and favorite thing to make, is an amazing substitute and in many more flavor combos than the drink. This Fenris believes gravity is a social construct and floats around half the time, no matter what form she’s in. The humans trapped on the asteroid belt have evolved to not need air to breathe.
Dancetale
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Flexibility training allows Fenris’ focus on complex aeriall and acrobatic dancing, but will breakdance with Sans and perform fast-paced Latin dances with Papyrus for fun. This Fenris is more focused than she is mean, though her bluntness can still be read as rudeness by those who don’t know her.
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With adopted brothers being Reapers, the Gods of Death, Fenris is the Spirit of Redemption and Retribution. Sometimes seen in dark forests as an abnormally large, white wolf that seems to glow faintly in the dark. More usually seen as a shoeless, hooded figure with a Double-Bladed Axe.
Mobtale
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Part of a crime family. Sans is a member of the Upper Circle known as The Judge, while Papyrus is a lower rank referred to as Guard Bones. Fenris manipulates the housing market by buying/building and selling towns in a select area, selecting someone to be ‘Mayor’, and using their money to add onto and upgrade the town (think that song ‘Nook, Line, and Sinker’ by Stupendium). The town’s all depend on how much money the Mayor collects and gives to her. This puts all the blame on ‘Mayor’ instead of herself, even if the residents are the ones who didn’t pay anything.
Some of her towns are great places to live, others are not. It all depends on how much the residents are willing to pay for upgrades and upkeep. When the ‘Mayor’s get rowdy, she has her brother and the Family to back her up.
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The Fontman Family have been pirates for generations, born and raised on the open seas. It was only a matter of time for them to find a selkie, a young Harp Seal Selkie. Despite the fact that she’s full grown, this Fenris retains her white fur when she’s decided to go about as a seal. Her love language is gifting shells and other pretty things she finds in the ocean, and these item have only grown more valuable the longer she lives on the ship. She has never heard of a hairbrush.
Instead of a werewolf, she becomes a seal with walrus tusks, nearly the size of a humpback whale.
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Princess Fenris is the youngest of the Fontman Royal Family. One of her brothers, Prince Papyrus, vanished when she was still super young. Her oldest brother, King Sans, is incredibly protective of his remaining sibling. This Fenris is a bit younger than most of her alternates, about 17, and is very sheltered. Despite this, she is still incredibly curious and is often in places she shouldn’t be.
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sleepy-achilles · 9 months
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The Scottish Warrior and The Skeleton King acting like a married couple for 10 minutes
I wanted to do a fic based off those videos people make for ships, yk the, [ship name] acting jealous for 10 minutes straight or acting cute for 4 minutes. But in fic form, because Leon isn't real.
Oh!
Ft Sheamus
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Sheamus looks up from his phone, hes been incharge of reading chat. "People are saying you have a hole in your joggers" sheamus states looking at Leon. "Yeah I do" Leon chuckles opening his legs to reveal the hole on his inner thigh. "Is that a bruise I see?" Drew asks poking the hole. "Yeah fuckin riddle bit me during yesterday's show" Leon frowns. Sheamus and drew can't help but laugh. Sheamus, and the fans, spot how drews hand moves to rest on Leon's thigh, rubbing slightly as the bigger man laughs.
Leon either doesn't mind or doesn't notice.
"I don't get the whole shoeless thing" sheamus states. "I hate it, I'm okay with having a wrap instead of shoes, you know? It's not a whole bare foot hitting you in the face" Leon admits, still ignoring drews hand on his thigh.
The fans did not let it go.
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Drew and Leon are at a house show in the uk. So, anything goes.
The fans immediately start chanting at drew to take his shirt off.
Leon smirks as drew lowers his mic to laugh. He moves behind drew and waits. "As I was sayi-" drew cuts himself off as Leon tugs his shirt up causing the fans to scream.
Drew pulls his shirt down and faces Leon. "Really?" Drew asks. "What? Just giving them what they want" Leon smirks into the mic. Drew raises an eyebrow at him and lowers the mic. "No" Leon warns backing up as drews smirk grows. Drew drops the mic and lunges towards Leon.
Leon nearly escapes but drew manages to catch his waist. "No!" Leon protests as drew forces his tshirt up causing the fans to scream. Leon chuckles and leans back against drew, giving him. Drew slaps Leon's stomach causing the other man to chuckle and hit his hand.
This would later go trending on twitter and tik tok
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Leon rests against sheamus back and watches as he takes a photo of the castle. "You are shit at this" Leon hums as he reaches over and taps the screen to adjust the lighting. "Well you do it then!" Sheamus frowns. "No way" Leon chuckles. Sheamus huffs. "Wheres drew got to?" Sheamus asks moving away from Leon to look down the streets. "He was supposed be grabbing coffees" Leon mutters noticing some fans recording them. "Oh, here he comes" sheamus chuckles as drew runs towards them, seth and randy hot on his tail.
"What the fuck?" Leon chuckles as drew runs straight for him. Leon's smile fades as he realises what drews doing. "Drew! No!" Leon yelps backing up. Drew just smirks and jumps. Leon doesn't hesitate to catch him, stumbling back slightly as drew hugs him tight. "Aw cmon!" Seth groans as Leon turns to the side. "What is going on?" Sheamus asks. "They bet me I couldn't get Leon to catch me. They now are paying for our food and drink all week" drew smirks ruffling Leon's hair.
Leon frowns and puts drew down. "I spent time on this" Leon tells him. "Tell me about it" drew smirks.
Once again, the tag partners were trending on twitter.
The ship content started to grow.
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A few of the stars were doing a panel for the fans and some reporters. Leon was forced to go because him and Drew are tag champs.
Leon sips his water as the others talk. Drew glances at him to check on him. It was clear both men were becoming bored.
Leon places his drink back on the table and turns to face drew. He's wearing a black tshirt. He took his leather jacket off half way through the show. Leon reaches over and starts to poke and prod at drews bicep.
Drew glances at him before flexing his arm causing the fans to scream and cheer and the stars to stop and look at them.
Leon and drew chuckle as Leon squeezes the flexed muscle. "Damn you been working out lately?" Leon asks. "Of course, gotta look good next to you" drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes. "How big are you compared to him?" Sheamus asks. Leon slips his jacket off and flexes his arm, putting it infront of drews.
Leon's arm was defined but definitely smaller than drews. But both men knew that's not what drew meant. He meant Leon's attractiveness, his looks as in face, not as in muscle mass. "Maybe we should swap work outs" drew chuckles.
"Yeah fuck off" Leon huffs pulling his jacket back on.
This interaction would become one of many, Leon being obsessed with Drews arms compilations.
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Sheamus zooms the camera onto Leon's face. Sheamus was put in charge of vlogging the tour. He didn't mind. He enjoyed it. "Leave him" drew mutters. Sheamus zooms out. "But he's so cute" sheamus coos. Leon is curled up on the tour bus sofa, head in drews lap, fast asleep with drews fingers in his hair. "And he's tryna sleep, leave him" drew hums looking at his phone. "And here we have a wild mama bear protecting his cub" sheamus teases as drew flips him off.
Sheamus did leave them alone. For now.
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Sheamus leans against the bathroom door, filming the pair.
"What are you two doing?" Sheamus asks. "Im washing drews hair. Duh" Leon muffles around a mouth of cake. "And eating cake?" Sheamus asks. "Of course. A fan gave us cake, you wouldn't understand because fans don't love you" drew smirks only to recieve water in his face. "And you're just trusting it?" Sheamus asks. "Why do you think Leon's eating it first genius?" Drew asks as Leon scrubs at his head. "Ouch!" "Stop bitching you baby" Leon mumbles. "Imma leave you lovebirds to it" sheamus hums. "Whatever" Leon huffs shutting the door on him.
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'Yall saying Leon x Drew isn't real as if their fued promo was too the song Take me to church'
'What?'
'WHAT?!'
'Thats so gay of them. They know what they doing'
'They had to have had some input in that, no way vince is doing that.'
Skelly💀👑- It's always good to sin
'WHAT?!'
'Leon michaels what the hell are you playing at?'
'I'm loosing my mind. Gonna watch every clip of them now to prove it.'
Daddy Claymore🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿⚔️- Nothing wrong with it at all 😁
'SHEAMUS TAKE THEIR PHONES AWAY PLEASEEE'
'TELL ME THE TRUTH NOWWWWWW'
Leon and drew can't help but giggle to each other as the fans go wild. Nothing wrong with teasing the fans.
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Leon looks around as they walk, his eyes spotting every shocked fan.
Drew squeezes his hand as he continues to talk about the beauty of Scotland. "People are going to excuse us of dating" Leon hums. "Oh well, you've had worse excusations" drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes, but drew notes how he doesn't pull his hand away. "Was only thinking about you. I don't care, society doesn't conform to me like it does you" Leon states. "Of course, my demon lord" drew teases. "You are such a dork" Leon huffs, fighting a smile.
Drew just smiles and continues pulling him around.
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Drew adjusts himself in the very uncomfortable seat. "What is your favourite thing about Leon that others might not get to see?" The interviewer asks. Leon, who was busy teasing a fan in the audience looks at Drew. "Its gonna sound cheesy but Leon's laugh and smile. If he finds something funny his face will scrunch up and honestly it's adorable." Drew answers. Leon raises an eyebrow. "If you ask anyone backstage, they will tell you the exact same. People love making Leon break" Drew chuckles. "Adorable?" Leon asks. "Oh for sure, your nose scrunches, your eyes scrunch, it's adorable." Drew smirks. Leon rolls his eyes and leans back. "Trust me, ask sheamus about it later" drew tells the interviewer.
"What about you? What's your favourite thing about Drew?" The interviewer asks. "Eh he's okay I guess" Leon shrugs causing everyone to laugh. "No no. He's kind, got a good heart on him. I mean, look he's befriended me and I'm a asshole. Ask sheamus about it" Leon teases. Drew smiles at him. "Hes not that bad when you get through the layers." Drew admits. "What am I? A onion?" Leon asks. "You smell too good to be a onion. But you do make me cry a lot so.." Drew teases.
Leon shocks everyone by laughing.
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"Their both assholes" sheamus huffs. "Yes Leon's adorable when he laughs and drew is kind hearted. But they are both assholes who are, plantonically or not, in love with each other. They have a weird bond no one has with Leon. It's like hunter and shawn. It's weird because you don't know if they are fucking or just good friends. And I hate them both because if they are fucking, I want in on it" sheamus frowns as everyone laughs.
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Leon chuckles as Kevin pulls him into a sideways hug. "You did amazing" Kevin hums keeping his eyes away from the tron and ring. "Thanks man" Leon smiles at the older man. A man he's always admired and loved. "Lets celebrate. On me. Cmon" Kevin smiles. "Yeah sure, just gotta wait for drew" Leon nods. "Nah, cmon he can catch up-" "what? Kev, no its our tag belts, he-" Leon turns and his eyes widen in shock and fear.
Drew is laid out in the ring. People Leon considered family stood around him with chairs and hammers. Hunter, Scott and Randy. Leon tries to walk forward but Kevin wraps an arm around his waist. "N-n-no" Leon chokes. "Its for business. Just walk away with me now." Kevin mutters. "NO!" Leon yells as Randy lifts the chair above his head.
Kevin watches as Leon's veins begin glowing purple, how he fights kevins hold. Kevin also notes how Leon's not breaking out. And then he looks at the tron. Leon's eyes are a blinding purple, tears are streaming down his face. Leon is too numb to hurt anyone.
Leon stares in horror as drew takes another chair.
Leon just watches. His body unable to move.
Why can't he move?
His tag partner..
No
His friend is in danger, and he can't move.
He can't do anything.
He hates it.
Kevin let's him go and Leon can suddenly move.
Leon stumbles towards the ring, belt discarded on the floor, and climbs in.
His family watch as he kneels next to drew, holding his head gently. "Drew? Drew!" Leon barks examining the mans face.
Hunter glances at kevin as the bigger man climbs into the ring. "Lee. We need to go" Scott states, placing a bloody hand on Leon's back. Leon flinches and holds drew closer. "Please wake up" Leon whispers against drews head.
Kevin sighs and grips the back of Leon's neck.
Leon just pulls back. He glances at his blood soaked hands.
He did this.
He's the poison. Everyone he loves meets this fate.
Drew didn't deserve this.
Drew was kind, sweet, funny.
He didn't deserve this.
He was loyal.
He was the golden retriever, he was sunshine, he-
Leon's eyes widen, a sudden feeling of sickness rushes through him.
His father felt the same about Pa.
Taker feels the same about Shawn.
Shawn is his sunshine, his brightness, he world.
Drew? Drew is Leon's.
Leon let's a shakey breathe out.
"I need you to be okay." Leon whispers.
"Please" his voice breaks.
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>:3
I swear I get worse and worse at spelling the word notes.
I refuse to correct it though.
I just wanted to give you pure sweetness then break yall hearts completely.
Your welcome.
And yes, drew and Leon are completely friends throughout, not once during this are they dating, friends with benefits, anything.
Also, sheamus needs to shoot his shot. We love sheamus and we love his flirty lil friendship with Leon.
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jellogram · 9 months
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Imagine telling a medieval peasant that you want to take some wealth from the king and give it to them and this shoeless peasant who eats cabbage for every meal is like "No way! What if I become king someday? I don't want to give away my money!" and that's basically how republicans think
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ladyfarona · 2 years
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Link really blasts Bozai's incel nuts off when he's forced to hand over both pairs of his boots to what he deems is a meek, helpless little maiden uwu - even though said maiden trekked through the harsh and unforgiving Gerudo Highlands to take 2 pictures of things Bozai said didn't exist! Link leaves this prick stranded shoeless in the desert by a city where no men are allowed in. Just turns him down and leaves him for dead whilst walking away in his sand boots. KING. SHIT.
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rakel-on-ao3 · 9 months
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Episode 22 of Malevolent (s3e2)
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You can't do this to me
You can't show me snippets from the past you bastard
Especially not to compare and contrast to this unfamiliar situation we now find us in where everything is different and they can never go back
Yellow's sudden obvious manipulations give me the creeps
Does he think he's subtle?
Oh shit this is so goddamn intense I am having the time of my life
"What do you want from me? What did you want from him?"
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Arthur what is that even supposed to mean
He wanted to be free from the King? He wanted to become human? He wanted to be with you? Do you even know?
And once again they settle into this weird little peace that makes my entire brain buzz - John asking questions, and Arthur feeding him a stream of information about art, expression, humanity
I almost don't want to breathe when it happens, I want it to go on forever
Do men... usually shave while naked?
I guess that answers a lot of my questions about whether Arthur is squeamish about John seeing him... in private, so to speak
I'm listening to this episode with my large headphones at my computer and the audio design is so fucking good - the noises from the bar made me have to get up and check if someone was messing with my door jesus
WHY IS SOMEONE BREATHING IN THE WALL
"Day comes when the wind is done holding the dark." Bet you money this will end up relevant for this mystery
The old man in the bar is SUS AF
The Unknowing? Uuuuuuuuuuh
Irvine I don't know what you like to smoke but you need to cut back a bit
ARTHUR REMEMBERED THE BEASTIARY LET'S GOOO
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SOMEONE WAS BREATHING IN THE WALLS IN THE BAR ARTHUR
"Dawn pass"? "Day comes when the wind is done holding the dark."?
Oh I wonder why someone in this particular fictional universe would close an active, profitable mine, and why it might pose a problem if some surveyor came around and blasted it back open
Are they being attacked by something invisible??? Why is John reacting like he's in pain????
Dead body count: One, shoeless
Names: Mt. Hoosac (the mountain that Addison sits at, a few hundred miles west of Arkham), Irvine (the spooky old man in the bar)
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switchplate-2 · 1 year
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Life goals....
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Bath time with Mountain!
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poniatowskaja · 1 year
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Monarchy is a terrible succubus on the vital forces of a nation. Historians endow kings with titles like ‘father of the nation’ or ‘fathers of the arts and letters’. However, in the baleful machinery of monarchy, anything goes: as acknowledged by the sycophant Dangeau on the one hand, and Vaubant, strict and severe, on the other. For example, in the so-called Great Century, the way kings behaved, these fathers of the nation and fathers of the arts and letters, led to these two grim facts: people going hungry and Corneille going shoeless. What an appalling end to the ‘Great Reign’!
Victor Hugo,  Address to the International Literary Congress, 1878
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hdawg1995 · 2 years
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Hey i never told Tumblr about TogWeaver and her friend Clarence Lawful the Shoeless so i'm just going to ramble about them under the cut.
First off thats only a small lie i posted TogWeaver here as a joke about how there are so many [soul]weaver classes, but she ended up developing into her own thing and even got lore and stuff.
TogWeaver: 1. She was a experiment made by the Irismancer. He had wanted a companion who was just as smart as him so using the wealth of knowledge he gained that changed him from a flying eyeball into the irismancer, he did a number of experiments on other creatures. the closest to his goal was TogWeaver, who was just a humanoid tog. She is equal to him in every respect from intelligence to power, however she can't talk, only bark. The Irismancer saw her as defective because of this and tossed her aside. She would eventually learn soul weaving and, because there were no hard feelings on her end towards him, named herself TogWeaver in a similar vein to her creator. 2. She is very good friends with Rolith who tried to train her like a normal tog before realizing she was talking under all that barking- which prompted him to swiftly get her to join the pactogal knights. However, due to the difficulty of translating herself to her fellows she eventually left oaklore and the knights. Again, no hard feelings. 3. one of the headcanons someone suggested for her was that she is a Hero of Lore and would therefore gain a dragon at some point. I'm still mulling this over and aren't sure about it, but the idea of her having a dragon is dope. 4. I headcanon that she is BIG. broad shoulders, huge muscles, truly a humanoid tog in every way. I'm still debating if she has a tail, but if she does its a stubby little thing that can be covered up and does not need a tail hole. 5. her main element is metal and her soul ally is the elemental spirit of patience who translates for her. She ends up going back to rejoin the knights but due to her lack of experience she is rejected. 6. idk where in the timeline she is, but she does meet tomix at some point. if its more along the lines of book 3 she gets rejected from the knights because she is obviously a magical creature and couldn't get within a mile of oaklore keep. 7. She is loyal to a fault and goes out of her way to do nice things, however she does tend to lightly bully Clarence because he is so short. however she always checks with him to make sure she isn't crossing a line or being too mean. she loves her short king even if he needs a step stool to get on his throne.
Clarence Lawful 1. Clawkin Paladin! Clawkin Paladin! He embrews his claws with light magic! 2. he is a good natured fellow with a shy but stubborn streak- he wanted to become a paladin and damn it he did! but ummm don't praise him too much. or at all. a thumbs up or a pat on the back is all he would like. 3. I like to think he is one of those clawkin that choose to stay in sulen'eska, but he defiantly learned to be a paladin long before book 3. IDK how that would work timeline rise, but i like to think he went to paladin school and got training by sneaking out of his tribe's territory at night. This is probably why he isn't around when his tribe needs him during the razing of the villages. Feeling guilty, he stays in sulen'eska, seeing it as no longer being a burden to the tribe while also doing them proud by protecting his new home. 4. he meets TogWeaver during paladin training and he sees her bullying as a challenge for him to overcome his shyness and assert himself more. 5. because he doesn't have hands, at one point during paladin training, as friendly hazing they assigned him dish duty. the other paladins didn't realize how difficult the task would be, but clarence is stubborn and tied sponges to his paws. 6. his name can be shortened to C.Lawful. 7. He avoids a paladin's one weakness (shoelaces) by not having shoes. Truly a powerful paladin.
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fragileizywriting · 2 years
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i'm sharing all of the original character cards created back in 2018 for this AU! many things (many things) have changed since then, and i want to share with y'all the differences! chat noir specifically has gotten an upgrade... or a downgrade. depends on how you look at it.
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today's character is: Chat Noir 🐾
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OLD CHAT NOIR CHARACTER BANK Species: Cat demon/former human Human name: Adrien Agreste Demon name: Chat Noir Champion of: King Plagg of Hell Height: 6’0-3” (we need tall boi) Age: 25 Full Height (when he’s trying to scare people, all Sebastian style): Very Tall. Very Very Tall. Looks, Adrien: angel  Looks, Chat Noir: His eyes glow green at times. Especially when he’s angry or feeling another strong emotion. Clothing: N/A Family: Mother died while he was a young child. Father wasn’t around much and many speculated he was the infamous warlock Hawk Moth. Adrien died and became a demon because of a spell Hawk Moth was using to try and bring Adrien’s mother back to life. The spell required the use of a demon (Nooroo) and another soul (Adrien’s). That is the same spell Marinette is trying to do to bring Adrien back to life. Languages Spoken: english or whatever, as well as latin (hell/heaven only speaks in latin) Magic: Can cause anything to disintegrate by using his claws. Other powers include full demon form, and kind of anything Sebastian from Black Butler can do. Control over shadows causing them to be sentient. Is forced to destroy something if someone does a cataclysm spell (like how the Genie in Aladdin was a slave to the lamp) Method of Fighting: He prefers scaring his prey, but won’t hesitate to use his claws to protect Marinette. Will go into full demon form (which includes heeled boots ;} ) in extreme cases. Chat doesn’t like for Marinette to see his true demon form so he requests she not look. She looks anyway. She’s into it. :P Where is his pentagram located to make the pact with Marinette?: large pentagram on his right ring finger, hidden with gloves (if needed), a large chest piece over his heart, never used, always covered. ( unless dire situations calls for dire measures) Special Info: Allergic to bird feathers. Whenever his allergies act up, all Chat has to do is just sneeze at them and boom, it's a whole chicken dinner. When they're traveling from town to town, that's how they make do for food.
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NEW CHAT NOIR Species: Cat demon | Former human Demon name: Chat Noir Champion of: Plagg Height: 6’0-3” or 193cm Age: 22 at the start of FLP Looks, Adrien: Blonde hair, green eyes, and dark amber-honey skin. Looks, Chat Noir: As a cat demon, he is everything that Adrien was when he was younger with added bonuses. His eyes are neon green with cat shaped pupils. His teeth are sharp and Cheshire-like. His skin is still just as dark, but now his arms have a gradient from pure black at the claws to his normal skin tone halfway up his forearms and halfway up his calves. He has black, sharpened claws, and he has modified feet that, when lifted up, show that he has thickened pawpads at the balls of his feet that looks like he has an actual paw for a foot. As a wardog, he’s a cat the size of one-story house (20ft standing). He’s made entirely out of fog, so he’s see-through, and people are technically able to walk through him if he chooses it. His tongue is green and leaks acid. As a cat, he is nothing more than a little black kitty with green eyes. He is just as smooth-brained as any other cat. After FLP, Chat Noir wears a little bell in his cat form. Looks, shattered: [     ] Clothing: He wears black high-waisted pants/trousers that go to the kneecap and button at the front, because he doesn’t like covering his calves with fabric. Shoeless. He wears a simple white long-sleeved poet shirt, similar to what a stereotypical vampire would wear, with strings to close it and no fancy sleeve cuffs because those frilly things bother him. Usually does his best to hide his tattoo so it doesn’t catch anyone’s attention, but doesn’t mind it when it shows. Wears a farmer’s straw hat when he works outside, but not often enough.  Family: Adrien’s mother died while he was very young. His father became obsessed with trying to find a way to bring her back, even going as far as pledging himself to being a god’s champion, attempting to use Adrien as a sacrifice into getting what he desires. As Chat Noir, his mother is Tikki and his father is Plagg. He has an uncle, Nooroo. Languages Spoken: French, Latin, and Greek Magic: Fire manipulation, spell casting, transformations, acid magic (from tongue in wardog form), shadow manipulation, manipulation of fortune (negatively) Method of Fighting: Wardog form Where is his pentagram located to make the pact with Marinette?: Large tattoo on his chest where his heart/soul is. Allegorical and literal.
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Queer as Folk (US) Locations - Season 1
This part includes places seen on Season 1.
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The Proud scene, where Brian and Michael stand on the edge of the rooftop, is at 151 Front Street West. (from episode 101)
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Brian drives Michael to the straight bar to hang out with his colleagues. The Shoeless Joe's was at 1189 King Street West (no longer exist). (from episode 102)
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Jennifer asks Justin about Brian. He gets out of the car and runs away. It is on Vyner Road. (from episode 104)
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1000000 Comix where Michael and Brian talk about the date was at 513 Yonge Street (no longer exist). (from episode 106, also on 112 and 115)
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Brian test drive the car by crashing it on the building. The car dealer was at 2 Eastern Avenue. The place is no longer exist, but can be seen back in time with Google Street View. (from episode 108)
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Brian walks to the bar where Jack (his father) hangs out. It was on Hayden Street (no longer exist). (from episode 109)
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The boys walk in 'New York' to search Justin. In reality, it is on Berczy Park on Front Street East. (from episode 110)
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The pharmacy where Ted and Emmett see Ted's one night stand, was at 132 Front Street East. The store is no longer exist. (from episode 111)
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The Seduction, where Ted and Melanie looks for gift for Michael's birthday, was at 577 Yonge Street. It looks like the store is now closed. (from episode 111)
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Emmett and Ted, and Lindsay, Brian and Gus on Trinity Bellwoods Park. (from episode 111 and 116)
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Emmett meets Heather at 315 Queen Street East, while Ted and Melanie watched movie on Paradise Cinema at 1006 Bloor Street West. (from episode 114)
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Ted and Emmett meets Dale Wexler in Metro Toronto Convention Center at 255 Front Street West. (from episode 115)
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A day with Michael, David and his son Hank. They walk on Amsterdam Bridge and later skate on Harbourfront Centre Rink on Queens Quay West. (from episode 115)
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Michael and David have lunch at 475 Church Street (no longer exist). (from episode 116)
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Brian meets Guillaume and Gus in St Lawrence Market. (from episode 117)
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Brian, Emmett and Ted see a gold Miata, which is Michael's car, on Market Street. The same street is also where the boys plan to go to Babylon for King of Babylon. The buildings on the street had been renovated and now look different. (from episode 117 and 120)
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Brian and Michael play bowling in Bowlerama West, 5429 Dundas Street West. The building had been demolished. (from episode 119)
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Justin meets Daphne while she is at work at a cd store (the text in window says cd cat) at 613 Yonge Street. The store is no longer exist. (from episode 119)
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Ted, Michael and Emmett walk on Jefferson Avenue and Liberty Street. (from episode 121)
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Ted and Blake go shopping for a suit. The same store is where Brian buys the scarf. The store is on the corner of Sultan Street and Charles Street West. (from episode 121 and 122)
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Brian and Michael watch a movie in (now) Danforth Music Hall, 147 Danforth Avenue. (from episode 121)
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The Gang has dinner to celebrate Vic's victory in Allen's, 143 Danforth Avenue. (from episode 121)
Places that I cannot locate
Episode 105, Jennifer looks for Justin.
Episode 107, David's cabin.
Episode 107, Brian's car gets hit by Justin's father's car.
Episode 110, Brian's tire gets flat.
Episode 114, Melanie and Brian have lunch and discuss about the lawsuit.
Episode 119, Jack Kinney's burial.
Episode 119, Ted buys some flowers.
Episode 119, Brian stops at a road to throw the bowling ball.
Episode 122, The balroom and the parking space from the prom scene.
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