#swordswallower

[reggiefaer]

Lately I've been thinking I did almost three years in hell to get to this very year. This is definitely the first year of my career that I have felt I have earned and deserve Each And Every Booking. So thankful for the experiences and people coming into my life this year. I'm so happy to be able to share them with you and share my joy and thankfulness from all over the globe. . What a life! ♥️ I can't wait to share all of the exciting things happening as they unfold. . #luckyme #reggiebugmuncher #sideshow #circussideshow #fireperformer #swordswallower #danger #travelingperformer #Sacramento #sacramentoartist #alaska #anchorage #fairbanks #kharmic (at Alaska) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpyDY5IPEuH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[laurahslife]

08/06/22 #ColoradoRenaissanceFestival #Gypsy #MedievalTimes #KnightsJousting #SwordSwallower #TheCraicShow #Hypnotist #WashingWellWenches #CantWaitTillNextYear https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci4cpMtOo2kqI6T9Z7Ud3D5XCI3G0z7QcwwTDY0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jimrmoore]

Vaudevisuals interview with Jellyboy the Clown ~ AGT

[cloudpurpleoh]

Entertaining evening #circusofhorrors #wishawlife #glasgowlife #circus #swordswallowing #firebreathing #contortion #airacrobatics (at Civic Centre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGiGUELBVC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[throughtheeyesofaqueen]

Emphatic is an understatement #sideshow #freakshow #performance #faceyourfears #firebreathing #swordswallowing #magicshow #canonphotography #canonusa #hellzapoppinsideshow (at Respectable Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnCqXT5LF0j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alexriesart]

The planktonic filter feeder Barnard's Swordswallower and its anatomical breakdown.

[asherbakugou]

Daughter of Tyraxes

Goddess of Peace, Wisdom, Strategy, and Reason

The Eyrie was absolutely beautiful, pale white stone gleaming in the light of the moonlight. The Keep rests at the very top of a mountain, making it difficult to reach, but making it seem ethereal in a way. From every room within the Eyrie has a stunning view, with every window giving them the view of the sky, nearby mountains, or the nearby cities.

Queen Alicent Hightower despised it. Hated the Eyrie, hated the cold mountain air, hated the views, hated the servents, and Lords and Ladies of the Vale. Every look she recieved, instead of being in awe of her piousness, grace, and beauty, they looked upon her in contempt, viewing her as a replacement of the Late Queen Aemma Arryn.

They seemed to forget that the Queen was a failure, having only given the King a singular daughter while she had given him two sons and a daughter. Yet she was punished, forced to watch as his whore of a daughter flaunted her position as heir, carrying around her bastard, alongside her swordswallowing husband.

She had given him a son, the son he had killed Aemma Arryn for, and yet he was not given the title he deserved. The title of Heir that was his right as a firstborn son. It was unfair to her and her sons! Shoved to the side as he doted endlessly upon his daughter and grandson, especially now that she was pregnant again.

The whore had barely waited six months before announcing she was pregnant again, and now at nearing 9 months she had packed up the entire household to visit her mothers home. And of course, the King had done whatever she asked of him.

So now she was sitting in this too small room with seven of her ladies in waiting embroidering a new pillow, listening to the chatter.

"Did you see what the Princess was wearing?" Cassandra Baratheon asked, leaning forward eagerly. As the youngest lady, at only 10-and-1, she loved to gossip and often heard the most scandalous gossip since she was ignored on account of her age and gender.

"Northern rags," Lady Maria Redwyne sneered, rocking slowly in her chair. As Queen Alicents Aunt, sister of her mother, she held seniority within the seven ladies. "They make her look the savage she is."

"Not that these people see it that way. Have you seen how they treat her? It's as if she is already Queen," Celia Lannister stated, shaking her head. The cousin of Jason and Tyland Lannister she was just as vain and proud, forming a deep dislike for Princess Rhaenyra and her ladies.

"If only the King would see reason," Lady Leyla Brackens murmured. "A woman ruling over the Kingdoms? We'd go bankrupt in months with all her fancies and expensive taste."

"She'd probably offend everyone she talked to," Ceryse Hightower chirped, gigling with Cassandra. As the two youngest, with Ceryse being 10-and-2, they had formed a close bond of friendship.

"The men at her feet would probably ignore her actions just to continue laying in her bed," Lady Mari Ambrose scoffed, sneering. Lady Leyla and Lady Maria nodded as the two youngest giggled.

"Hush girls," Lady Anya Peake barked, severe brown eyes sharp. "If anyone were to hear your words on the Princess our heads would roll. Have your parents not taught you to whisper?"

The oldest of her ladies, Lady Anya was second only to Lady Maria, for she was Queen Alicents paternal great-Aunt. A severe, pious woman, she was normally the one to escort Alicent to the Sept to pray.

"Unfortunately my husband is besotted by his daughter, unable to see any flaws she has. This extends to both her husband, and son, as I'm sure you've seen," Queen Alicent added, sadly. "Our own children are neglected by him, and so often does he refer to the Princess as his only daughter. My heart aches for my dear Halaena."

Her ladies murmured agreements, and hopes that Halaena did not feel left out. While her words were true, she did not truly wish for him to spend time with her children because he'd share the Targaryens queer customs with them.

"One day the King will see reason," Lady Maria swore, eyes darkening. If he didn't they all knew what would happen.

War.

Lady Annara Celtigar, Lady Amanda Arryn, and Lady Sara Snow watched over Crown Prince Jacaerys as he sat beside Vermithors snout, playing with his wooden figures. A group of five Dragonkeepers stood nearby, just in case.

"I never thought I'd see a dragon acting as a babysitter," Lady Annara giggled, earning a snort from Lady Sara.

"A dragons connection to their rider is something we will never understand. The closest we have ever come is when we bonded with Griffens, or Direwolves," Lady Amanda stated wisely. Both girls, barely 10-and-6, watched her in shock and awe before realizing the significance.

Silence fell before Lady Sara muttered, "He really does look like a babysitter."

Lady Annara burst into a fit of giggles, cutting herself off when Vermithor huffed out smoke, orange-yellow eye focusing on her.

"I feel like I'm being told to shut up," Lady Annora whispered, trembling as the Dragons gaze returned to his rider. Jacaerys, with no fear, smacked his dragons snout.

"Bad. Good lady," Jacaerys called, glaring at the dragon in defense of his favorite Lady-in-Waiting. Lady Amanda and Lady Annara both cooed at his sweetness as Lady Sara smiled affectionately.

The little prince had won their hearts near instantly after his birth. While several of Rhaenyra's Ladies-and-Maids-in-Waiting had come after her historic birth, they had all fallen for the sweet little prince and they were excited for the Crown Princess' next child.

"Such a sweet boy. He will be a wonderful King when it is time," Lady Annara said.

"Unfortunately, his personality is not set in stone, Annora. It will be up to his mother, father, and us to make sure he and all of his future siblings are raised well," Lady Amanda corrected.

"Prince Laenor and Princess Rhaenyra were talking of when it would be considered appropriate to begin having lessons to be a knight," Lady Sara commented, brow furrowing a little.

"What else did they mention?" Lady Annara questioned, vivid blue eyes sharp as she lowered her voice.

"They decided that once he turned 4 he would begin watching the Knights practicing before being allowed to train at 5, and squiring would begin upon his 8th nameday," Lady Sara stated, glancing around to check for servents or others. Fortunately, few would dare come when Vermithor was there, so they had complete privacy. "Princess Rhaenyra mentioned sending him to the Wall for a time so he may be a true knight that has not just seen tourneys and jousts."

"That would be a smart play," Lady Amanda agreed, nodding. "It would strengthen his ties to the North, and show them that a good King will sit the Iron Throne."

"Allies could be made as well, but . . ." Lady Annara hesitated. "Those that take the black are often criminals, would he be safe there?"

"I doubt they would send him without Vermithor. Besides, by that time he will be fully knighted," Lady Sara corrected.

"Good. Did anyone else think that Princess Rhaenyra seemed quite confident that it was a girl?"

"Confident enough to create a contract that would make her heir of the Vale," Lady Amanda said. Neither were surprised. "While the Vale is behind the Princess, this will give them something to hold. A Princess of their own, who will one day care for them as Princess Rhaenyra does."

They understood what the older woman truly meant. When King Viserys died there would be war, and having the Vale and the North securely behind Princess Rhaenyra and her children would tilt the scales in their favour.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood at the balconey doors of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's quarters, cradling the newest Princess in her arms. Smiling down at the babe, she could not help but see the similarity in the babes face to Princess Daella's face from the portraits her Grandfather had commisioned that were found in several halls of the Eyrie.

"She's beautiful, your majesty," Lady Jeyne murmured, completely captivated. Crown Princess Rhaenyra smiled, leaning back against the headboard as her husband, Prince Laenor, carefully wiped her forehead of sweat with a cooled rag.

"Please, Lady Jeyne, we are cousins. You have my permission to call me Rhaenyra."

"Then you have mine to call me Jeyne, Rhaenyra."

Both women shared gentle smiles.

"Thank you, Rhaenyra. You have given me the Heir I have been so worried of giving," Lady Jeyne admitted sadly.

"If I am to understand it, the boy you would have been forced to name as heir is Arnold Arryn's son?" Prince Laenor asked, leaning forward.

"His nephew, through his sisters marriage to Jackson Redfort, my Lady Jessamyne's elder brother. As the second son of a second wife he has been raised modestly these past 4 years, but we shall see what kind of man he will grow into," Lady Jeyne stated, glancing towards the bedroom door. While she despised Arnolds Line, the boy was innnocent, as was his mother.

"And if he turns out like his Uncle?" Princess Rhaenyra asked, wincing as she shifted in the bed.

"Then your daughter will be free to pick any Valeman she wishes, as long as they understand that her children will take the name Arryn."

"Good."

"May I ask what you plan to name her?" Lady Jeyne asked.

"Ah yes, our apologies," Prince Laenor said, offering an awkward grin. "We have decided upon the name Alyssa, both for Alyssa Velaryon and Alyssa Targaryen as well as Alyssane Targaryen."

"A strong, beautiful name," Lady Jeyne agreed smiling down at little Alyssa. "Mo oidhre." The Old Language of the Vale flowed effortlessly from her tongue, making Alyssa coo in delight.

In the moonlight her red-gold hair shone softly, reminding Jeyne of spun gold in sunlight, where it glowed red. The soft curls covered her entire head, nearly hiding her beautiful blue-purple eyes.

"Cosúil leis an spéir roimh titim na hoíche." (Like the sky before nightfall.)

"When I have recovered, I wish to announce her to the Vale if possible."

"Of course. The Vale will know of my heir, of your daughter, Rhaenyra."

Three days had passed since Lady Jeyne Arryn had first held her heir, since Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen had given birth but no one outside of the two, Prince Laenor Velaryon, and Crown Prince Jacaerys Targaryen knew of her name, so a feast was thrown.

Queen Alicent wore a velvet green dress with golden leaves sewed into the sleeves and skirts. The design of the dress was beautiful, but the itchy fabrics it was made of made it look less so. All three of her children originally accompanied her, but Princess Halaena cried starting Prince Aemond off so the two had to be taken back to the nursury.

Prince Aemond wore a doublet of the same itchy material, shown by how he constantly tugged at it and tried to take it off. His caretaker was struggling to keep him dressed, much to Queen Alicent's irritation but there was nothing she could do.

Lady Jeyne Arryn stood before them all, with King Viserys, Crown Princess Rhaenyra, and Prince Laenor at her sides. She wore a beautiful dress of blue and white, with fabric forming 'wings' that connected to her wrist using silver bracelets.

King Viserys and his daughter wore red and black, while Prince Laenor wore blue, green, and gold complememtimg each other quite nicely.

Much to her distaste, Queen Alicent had not been allowed up onto the dais where the Moonwood Throne sat.

"After hours of hardship, my daughter gave birth to her own daughter, another Princess for House Targaryen and House Velaryon," King Viserys announced.

Rhaenyra stepped forward with her husband, hand resting in the crook of his arm, "My daughter came when the moon had risen to its peak, and just as my eldest son was, she has been marked by the gods. I have been blessed, both in birth and in life, for this opportunity."

"For years you have all worried who would take the Lordship of the Vale, of the Arryns, upon my death," Lady Jeyne stated, bringing everyones attention to her. Queen Alicents heart dropped. "Through my grandfathers second wife, Princess Daella, and my aunt, the late Queen Aemma Arryn, I am cousin to Crown Princess Rhaenyra as she is mine. Through her, her daughter holds the blood of Arryns, so I have made my decision."

With a nod, Crown Princess Rhaenyra carefully placed her daughter in her cousins arms.

"Princess Alyssa Velaryon, shall take the name Arryn upon reaching her 6-and-10 nameday, where henceforth she shall reside here in the Vale. Upon her 7-and-10 nameday she shall marry Theodore Redfort who is an Arryn through his mother to strengthen my bloodline. Her children shall inherit the name Arryn. As such, I introduce you to Princess Alyssa Velaryon, Heiress to House Arryn, and Heir to the Vale!"

The crowd of Valeman erupted into cheers that seemed to shake the halls of the Eyrie until a roar truly shook the keep. Silence fell as everyone turned their gazes to the dais.

"Sil'wing wan' her rider," Crown Prince Jacaerys announced, pronouncing some of his words wrong but getting his point across.

"Then she will recieve her rider," Princess Rhaenyra stated, taking her daughter back into her arms. The enfire crowd followed the princess to the courtyard where the she-dragon had landed. The same place where Ronnel Arryn had taken his first flight upon the dragon, Vhagar.

Silverwing seemed to glimmer in the light of the setting sun, and many thought, upon seeing the she-dragon, that she would be a perfect match for the Princess of the Vale.

Lowering her head she crooned to her rider, earning a delighted burble.

And so Princess Rhaenyra took her daughter upon the dragoneses back and took to the skies as the Greens watches in anger and the Blacks watched on in awe and delight.

Princess Alyssa of House Velaryon, Third of Her Name, Heiress to House Arryn, Heir to the Vale, The Moonborn, Daughter of the Vale, She-Dragon of the Vale, She-Who-Was-Born-In-The-Night, the Peaceful, the Diligent, the Strategist, the Falcon of House Targaryen, rider of Silverwing, the Silver Queen, the Beautiful, the Pearl, the Protector of the Vale, had been born.

[allo-frouto]

https://www.reddit.com/r/SwordSwallowers/s/EjmgilHULv

😊

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[brooklynwildlife]

513 evergreen.. private space.. act grown. Bring your outfits Thursday. . . . . #freakshow #circus #sideshow #ahs #americanhorrorstory #horror #halloween #freak #oddities #weird #asylum #coven #evanpeters #murderhouse #clown #freaks #tattoo #art #cult #burlesque #roanoke #hotel #swordswallower #cabaret #swordswallowing #carnival #apocalypse #strange #events #bkwildlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CqWleo4t616/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[radio-charlie]

I dont actually think ppl are shit, neither do i enjoy lapsing into phases where i repeat to myself that they are shit like a personal mantra to get me through the day. but very often u see bad things happening, or on their way to happening, and then u look at the ppl who know better and have the power to help but choose to finger their own assholes the entire time. and the part of ur brain that screams from the sheer avoidableness of it all starts saying that people are dumb, shit, ugly, horrible, disgusting, stupid, worthless, doomed, pointless etc etc. theres a reason why certain do-gooder (they’re not activists, just ppl who commit to helping the marginalised) circuits here are salty as fuck lol. because they confront some of our country’s greatest tragedies and know just how little it would cost (as a proportion of what the rich/wealthy have) to make things considerably better. then they go to corporates or some stupid boring social media attention whore to try and get help. and the way ppl have to do fucking backflips and swordswallowing for pittance lmao. i’m all for a state that just grabs that shit and gives it to somebody else. you’re not gonna die if u don’t get that shiny new thing probably. this person will die if they end up on the street though.

[temko7]

Garnagzan Tappuk Yielda

'Garnak Ssumm Tuppuk Yielta' Luade

Unsatt Kawur Mgazinrajod

He has a swordswallowing cornhand out of his head 'lighting candles' like and made of compound fire blood amorphy

[hellcity]

Don’t miss your chance to see @briannabelladonna performing LIVE on the HC MainStage Sunday at Hell City Columbus May 19th at 3:00pm! @hell_city

Tattooed beauty @briannabelladonna performs dare devil stunts including Sword Swallowing, Fire Eating, Glass walking and other jaw dropping acts. One of the only female Emcees in her field, she brings next level circus entertainment to stages all over the world.

You have seen her on network television featured in “How I Met Your Mother”, “CSI”, “Auction Hunters”, “Inked” and AMC’s “Freakshow” just to name a few. She was a starring cast member in the Las Vegas show “Freaks”. Brianna has also performed with The Jim Rose Circus, Coney Island Sideshow, and with the haute couture circus, Lucent Dossier. In addition she’s toured the US, Europe & New Zealand and also holds two world records in sword swallowing!

#hellcity #hellcity2024 #hellcitytattoofest #hell #festival #hellcitytattoofestival #artwork #tattoo #art #convention #liveart #artist #tattooartist #2024 #tattoos #awakening #hellcitycolumbus #columbus #sonictemple #mayhem #circus #freakshow #worldrecord #sideshow #freaks #swordswallower #swords #coneyisland #sword #briannabelladonna

[laurahslife]

08/06/22 #ColoradoRenaissanceFestival #Gypsy #MedievalTimes #KnightsJousting #SwordSwallower #TheCraicShow #Hypnotist #WashingWellWenches #CantWaitTillNextYear https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci4Q1BJOu9sMxSoCHtk5WNgxSgvsjJVSykKINI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lou-graves]

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(Excerpted from the novel LET THE DOGSBODIES HOWL.)

...and Aisling smiled for the first time that day, and she said, “dreams are real, and the people in them are real,” and she shuffled nearer to Lou and rested her head on his shoulder.  “Do you remember when we used to look up at the sky,” she said, “and look for shapes in the clouds?”  And so they looked up at the sky, and they looked for shapes in the clouds, and Aisling saw a carousel and a polar bear on a unicycle and a wishing well with a bucket hung on a rope, and the bucket was swaying and dripping water, and the bear’s feet were turning the pedals of the unicycle around and around and his arms were stretched out like Christ to keep him from falling off, and Lou saw himself a lightbulb and a boulder and a mushroom and a battered sausage, and he saw a herd of sheep and some candyfloss and a bag of cotton balls, and Aisling saw a circus tent filled with clowns and freaks and elephants, jugglers and firebreathers and swordswallowers, and strongmen and tall men and midgets and bearded women,

and Lou saw a hairy cock and balls, the likes of which he often drew on his school notebook and would disguise as a face if Mrs. Shagworth walked passed.  And so Aisling saw the things she saw, and Lou saw them as well once she pointed them out.  And it was still spitting rain and so they peered through the rain, wiping their eyes now and again, and when he looked down at her it looked as though she was crying, the rain dripping down her face.  And she wiped her eyes and said, “clouds can be anything,” again resting her head on his shoulder, “a door or a window or a tunnel,” wiping her face with her sleeve, “but mostly they’re a curtain, and there’s a place beyond them, its where you dream of when you dream of somewhere you’ve never been,” speaking as slowly as though she were falling asleep, “rooms or houses or streets you’ve never seen before, and when you die you go there, you float beyond the clouds,” hooking her arm around his, crossing her legs and their feet touching, “is why if you die in your sleep you die in real life, and when you dream of dead people it’s because they’re already there, in the other place, and you can dream in a dream and you can wake up in one and fall asleep in one and it’s because dreams are more real than real life, and when they bury your body and your body rots the part of you that dreams lives on and continues to dream, and you live forever in the place beyond the clouds,” and she fell silent for a few moments and he thought maybe she had fallen asleep, but then she tightened and loosened, as though her whole body was yawning, and she said, “and it’s that simple,” her voice starting to tremble and a shiver went through them both, “you live and you die and in between you do the things you do, and hopefully you do enough to dream about,” her whole body shivering,

“and even if you don’t do enough it’s okay because you can dream of anything, and you can do anything and be anyone in a dream because it’s not the real world, it’s a world beyond the real one, and it’s more real than the real world and more real than anything else, and the only real people are the people who are there, the people we dream of,” shivering more and more and her body shaking and she was speaking faster and faster and though she were trying to get the words out before she was too cold to speak, “and the things we lose are there and the people we lose are there, and when you hear a song that makes you sad you’re sad because you’re remembering this place, and when you miss someone you miss the part of them that is there, in the place beyond the clouds where we all are in some way, and we are every age we ever were and every person we ever became,” and she turned to him, getting on her knees in the wet dirt, and she said, “it’s like those kaleidoscopes we used to play with,” and she said it as clearly as she could, as though she wanted him to understand her, “or it’s like the time we held my mother’s mirror up to another mirror and we saw a thousand mirrors, and they were all the same but some were smaller and some were bigger, and we couldn’t touch them and we couldn’t reach them, but we knew they were a magic hallway to some other place and we were going to go there, as soon as my mother fell asleep we were going to climb down the hallway of mirrors and see what was beyond it,” her voice trembling and her body shaking, and Lou tried to interrupt her and said, “but we couldn’t stay awake, we fell asleep before she did,” and Aisling laughed, and it was a desperate laugh, an exhausted laugh, and she said, “I know, we fell asleep, and I dreamed instead, and I dreamed we climbed into the mirror and down the hallway, but I couldn’t remember what was at the other end,” and she grabbed his head like a mirror, her soft hands on either side of his face, and she looked into his eyes and he looked into hers, and they saw themselves a thousand times, and if there was a fear in his eyes then there was a desperation in hers, as though she was pleading and begging him to understand her, and he thought he understood her but of course he didn’t understand her and he couldn’t understand her, and she began to shiver so violently and she couldn’t speak and so he picked her up and carried her inside the church, and they hid in the confessional booth huddled together like church mice.  

[jamieroxxartist]

a #Painting I painted a couple of years ago (& Mei Ling in the Studio):

‘#SwordSwallower #PopArt!’ 2019, acrylic and oil blend on canvas, 18"x24" by @ArtistJamieRoxx #JamieRoxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) This Sold Painting is Not Available

[throughtheeyesofaqueen]

There’s something from everyone with these guys. I love working with them #sideshow #freakshow #performance #faceyourfears #firebreathing #swordswallowing #magicshow #canonphotography #canonusa (at Respectable Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjs3iGhLbkj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=