#taletellers

[artfartt]

Merry new year’s eve!

[mr-bugs]

Hank J. Wimbleton

[cowboy2468]

My friend RTfenix made this incredible awesome amaze sauce animation of our Minecraft sever Land Of Fools or LOF. It’s really incredible awesome amaze sauce, so you should watch it.

I’m Cowboy Dragon and Demon Lawyer is his husband. They are the Therapy Ranchers. They run the Therapy Ranchers.

[loganyeehawhowlett]

Spare news Taletell spare news

[noa-ciharu]

For the ask game: fyolai 24 + 35 (you can choose)

fyolai + "you don't even have a clue about the things you did to me"

Post Meursault arc + angst on the max

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The demon is still alive.

If Nikolai didn't know better he would have claimed he's dreaming. But no dream could sting this much - nightmare was distressingly real. Such labeling wouldn't be apt under any other circumstances but at the moment Nikolai couldn't find more proper words - for months he was haunted inside mind, now in reality too. How would it not be suitable to call Fyodor a demon when he plagued psyche day in, day out no better than one? If he wasn't informed beforehand Fyodor is indeed alive Nikolai swore he wouldn't have believed his eyes - surely would have presumed stricken mind is conjuring tricks on the very trickster, mayhap as karma.

Same old gentle smile, the very one honeyed that led his heart astray. "You seem lost", ah there it is, that velvety tone he replayed inside head during darkest hours to the brink of madness. In a way it was refreshing to hear it outside own tormented psyche, but Nikolai wasn't foolish enough to hold his breath for a miracle - miracles are reserved solely for divine beings, not mortal souls filled to the brim with hideous stupid selfish cravings.

Yes I am, and you like that.

For once Nikolai found himself lost for words. Not only would joviality be unsought at the moment but also taletelling - speak volumes how nonplussed he is. How could he not be when everything that he knew turned out to be a lie? When a performer ended up being the fool of own show? Even if he wished to present a false front and open curtains to another charade he'd be unable too. Voice too tremendously, head too woozy, heart pounding inside ears driving up the walls - very fettering humanity prevented from achieving even illusionary freedom. Any hope of attaining genuine one has been squashed on the day of Fyodor's alleged demise - that day Nikolai realized not even death could erase Fyodor from his heart.

Fyodor advanced towards him with that tender smile meaning to beguile. It's all an artifice, yes Nikolai knew that excruciatingly well but his heart still danced; signed his most cataclysmic downfall in advance. "Don't lose sleep over me" - too late for that, I already did more than even you could imagine. "It was just my ability", explained Fyodor nonchalantly, still with reassuring smile that did nothing but distress more.

Nikolai gulped slowly; tried to find his voice but to no avail. As if sinner before the very God he found himself quivering; conscious of every gesticulation, every pained breath he took, every impious thought. No way Fyodor could know of every agonizing second he spent obsessing over him; of every time chest squeezed so much he felt like suffocating, every tear he didn't allow to slide, to the point where throat and eyes stung just from freedom he denied himself. No way he could know - yet confidences Fyodor carried himself with implied otherwise, even if nothing but an illusion.

"Is that so Dos-kun?", eventually he managed to murmur, albeit with voice humblingly high and cracking. No need to berate himself for betraying affect, devil knew nonetheless - always did. By this point it was ludicrous to even attempt to hide something from those piercing eyes, they always made one feel bare to the very bone.

Knees gave out. Before he knew it gaze was glued to the floor; away from Fyodor's penetrating stare. Beyond mortifying to exhibit something this raw, especially in front of the man that'd doubtlessly hold it against him when he least expects; but not a thing could be done. If this is how he's reacting to seeing Fyodor after all this time while knowing he's alive somewhere out there Nikolai couldn't even imagine how much worse it would have been if he wasn't informed beforehand.

"No jesting?", Nikolai heard Fyodor chaff; tables have indeed been turned for jester to be unamused down on his knees with demon hovering above him, rubbing salt into wounds. Dry scniker, then he continued just as callously. "No welcoming hug?", Fyodor tilted head and ribbed dulcetly. "Not happy to see me alive and kicking?"

I shouldn't but I am. And that part bothers the most. He should be livid Fyodor is alive but since revelation not once has rage coarsed through veins. If he found himself sweating and trembling it was all due to overwhelming happiness he could not contain - needless to say it'll sound the death knell in long shot, he'd never be free of hoping.

Snorting Nikolai lifted chin, shook head and offered a sad smile. "Ah, you don't have a clue what you've done to me", broken and beaten confessed what should have never left mouth. However after months of torment he was that exhausted he couldn't bring himself to mask the anguish anymore.

That piqued Fyodor's interest - understatement Nikolai was in two minds whether holding devil's attention boded for anything promising or being shackled in most rigid chains. "What I've done to you?", footsteps grew closer until Nikolai found himself gazing straight into those very eyes that unremittingly haunted whenever he closed very own.

Fyodor cupped his cheek, caressed with tenderness that could only be artificial. "Oh Nikolai" - don't murmur my name like that, I might as well believe every word you lie.

"I'm afraid you did this to yourself"

[neteyamyawne]

50 Followers Special

How they are when they have a bad day : (male version)

Jake :

Jake doesn't show that he had a bad day, he just comes into the mauri and demands attention, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck until you give up what you're doing and give him your undivided attention, he loves to lay down in your lap kissing it every now and then, his arms wrapped around your hips tightly so you couldn't move, you play with his hair, scrunching up your nose as you remember when his hair were in braids rather than dreads but still you love him just as much and so does he.

Neteyam :

Neteyam tries to hide it but not for very long as you pick up his taletell signs of distress clearly, he wasn't good at hiding it either in the first place, so pulling him into you and making him drop whatever he was doing, sitting him down you start massaging his back and shoulders, working on each and every knot in his back, kissing him on the nape of his neck to relax him further, he leaned back a little looking up at you so you can kiss him and that's what you do, the entire evening goes by with you to taking turns to massage and talking your worries out to each other.

Lo'ak :

Lo'ak is just like his father but more emotional, that part came from neytiri, even if he seem all tough and strong on the outside only you knew the real lo'ak, the soft and caring lo'ak, so when something bothered him , he immediately made a beeline to you for comfort. He sighed lying almost on top of you, hugging you tight and burying his face in your chest as you played with his ears, no one has permission to touch his ears other than you, his tail wrapping around your knee, he drifts to sleep happily while you are trapped beneath him.

Tsu'tey :

He is tough warrior inside and out but the moment he returns home to you, all that he needs is your warm arms around him, you cooing sweet names at him while rubbing his back and scalp, he might be a mighty warrior for the people but in front of you he is just tsu'tey, Your tsu'tey, which no one other than you knows about.

Tonowari :

Tonowari wears his heart on his sleeve around you, telling you exactly how his day went during dinner and is not afraid to tell you about something that bothered him that day, you immediately know how to comfort him, making him his favourite dinner, giving him light kisses all over his face, hugs and touches all the way till you two sleep next to each other but tonight you are little spoon and he couldn't be more happier about it.

Ao'nung :

Ao'nung hates to express any emotions whatsoever, especially if it's being hurt or being tired for him "real males don't cry or be exhausted" and that's quite literally bullshit, so when you see him walking into your mauri with slumped shoulders you know something must have happened and it was fine if he didn't tell you the reason you just wanted him to express whatever he was feeling, bringing him towards your hammock and laying down besides him, you hummed a slow tune your mother used to sing, he relaxed instantly and you urged him to talk, he is quite stubborn but can't say no to you can he? So he caves and tells you what's wrong and you comfort him throughout his monologue. He's just a big baby who needs love and attention then he's just a putty in your hands.

A/n : i thought this was such a cute idea and to thank you all for following me 🥰 it means everything to me that y'all like my writing and cared enough to follow 😭🤧✨ thank you so so much for 50 followers , i love y'all so much 😭😘🤭🫶🏼

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[tyriongirl]

Tyrion's Heterochromia as an Analog to Lann The Clever Stealing the Sun

This is inspired by this post by @jackedup180 and further conversation with them.

Tyrion does not fit the mold of Lannister looks (fully blond hair, fully green eyes, and, in Tywin's and the rest of abelist Westeros' views, able bodied) and instead is this mix of both blond and dark haired, eyes both dark and bright, supposedly not looking like a Lannister 'should' look.

Tywin clearly thinks Tyrion isn't "truly" Lannister, and this is strictly because of his looks and his highly hyper visible disability:

"[...] Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine. To teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father's sigil and his father's before him. But neither gods nor men shall ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse."

However, Lann's looks weren't "Lannister" either. In reality (or actually, imagined history / mythic past) Lann wasn't blond, even if that part of the story is being de-emphasized.

"The Lannisters were an old family, tracing their descent back to Lann the Clever, a trickster from the Age of Heroes who was no doubt as legendary as Bran the Builder, though far more beloved of singers and taletellers. In the songs, Lann was the fellow who winkled the Casterlys out of Casterly Rock with no weapon but his wits, and stole gold from the sun to brighten his curly hair."

[AGOT, Eddard VI]

Lann The Clever didn't fit the mold. There was no mold, and there still isn't one now. There's no 'right' way to be or look a Lannister. The story itself is only a legend, a myth, a tale with no actual or very little basis in history:

"Names such as Brandon the Builder, Garth Greenhand, Lann the Clever, and Durran Godsgrief are names to conjure with, but it is likely that their legends hold less truth than fancy. [The World of Ice and Fire, Ancient History: The Age of Heroes] "It is highly unlikely that such a man ever existed; like Lann the Clever [...] the Winged Knight is made of legend, not of flesh and blood." [The World of Ice and Fire, The Vale: House Arryn] "Lann the Clever supposedly lived to the age of 312, and sired a hundred bold sons and a hundred lissome daughters, all fair of face, clean of limb, and blessed with hair "as golden as the sun." But such tales aside, the histories suggest [...]" [The World of Ice and Fire - The Westerlands]

Tyrion's looks stopped Tywin from seeing that he was the essence of what house Lannister was about, before Tywin's bizarre "traditional"-made-up house values that didn't exist until him. Tyrion is a trickster, Tyrion does use his words as his weapon and assets, Tyrion can and have tricked his way into getting what he wants - as we can see with his first trial in the vale, and his deal with the mountain clans.

Instead of acknolwdging that, Tywin prefers to see it as a fault of Tyrion:

"He closed the shutters, frowning. "You have a certain cunning, Tyrion, but the plain truth is you talk too much. That loose tongue of yours will be your undoing." "You should have let Joff tear it out," suggested Tyrion."

[ASOS, Tyrion VI]

Tywin can pretend forever that Tyrion is not a 'true' or 'proper' Lannister ("this was the last time I will suffer you to bring shame onto House Lannister." ASOS, Tyrion I), but in the end it is clear that Tyrion is both a Lannister in values, deeds and character, and inherently Tywin's true and undisputed son:

"Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small." [ASOS, Tyrion XI] "[...] But Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. [...]" [AFFC, Jaime V]

Also I just think being the og Lannister would be the cruelest and most fun revenge Tyrion could enact on Tywin <3

[luciformdrawshere]

Fun fact: Cloak of Damocles is a huge fan of Sigil's previous host who is a phantom thief, Taleteller.

[ichooseviolence]

"Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the 'Dance of the Dragons'.." -AGoT Eddard VII

That was really descriptive, Eddie. We've talked about Ned's keen eye for fashion in the past, mayhap we should add music to the list.

"...The Lannisters were an old family, tracing their descendants back to Lann the Clever, a trickster from the Age of Heroes who was no doubt as legendary as Bran the Builder, though far more beloved of singers and taletellers. In the songs, Lann was the fellow who winkled the Casterlys out of Casterly Rock with no weapon but his wits, and stole gold from the sun to brighten his curly hair." -AGoT Eddard VI

He remembered the lyrics.

[tatteredworld]

The Lucky Venture is in port, so time to highlight the crew! Luc is a talented taleteller who is happy to spin stories about all the different places he’s seen with the crew… and all the items he’s got for sale in his Cargo Hold’em shop! But which of this savvy musician’s songs are true, and when does he decide to play a different tune? The only folks who can tell are his fellow crewmates – particularly his photographer Kith, Treble, and his lifelong best friend, Angelique.

[dissvicious]

- Skye bond with her mother over painting, drawing and taletelling. She bond with her father over navigation, treasures hunt and makeup.

- Rory bond with his mother over theatre, poetry and history books. He bond with his father over bombs, crafting and having a short temper.

- Blaze bond with his mother because he's a clingy little monkey who always ask her for hugs. He bonds with his father over their... Special cooking skills.

Just dropping something that crossed my mind while I am dying of the period flu under my blanket

[hecatastroph]

Jasper, my silly taleteller 🧡

in love with their glowing eyes on the second one (i swear they are nice,,, just a bit annoying /pos)

[abujunayd]

As a muslim man aspire to be masculine in a world that pushes you towards femininity.

Many such masculine traits are forgotten or at least very rare, especially from what can be seen on social media which in turn reflects the reality of what men of today has become.

Muslim men should be honourable, chivalrous, dependable. They should be trustworthy and men of "weight" who does what he is supposed to. Be a man of few words and one who's actions match those words, don't be a joker and a clown all over the place. Don't socialise with women, on and off social media and don't sit in their gatherings or you will catch their traits. Don't be someone who's seen joking all the time and when you joke with a brother let it not include any lies or deception because that goes against the traits of a mu'min man.

Do not let criticism affect you, especially if it comes from the dishonourable and don't jump at every barking that comes your way, brush it off and do not mind the people's rumours.

A muslim man should never be engaged in taletelling, rumours and slander, he should have self-respect.

Keep to your family and strengthen the bonds of kinship, be someone whom your family looks up to and come to for help.

Never let your family feel anxious even in times of need and danger, it is your responsibility as a man to make them feel safe.

Be there for your brothers in faith and let them know that the bonds of 'aqidah is thicker than that of blood especially in times of need, do not abandon them.

Do not be a coward because cowardice is despicable and of the most unmanly traits.

Sit with the knowledgeable elders and take naseeha.

Have gheerah, for Allah, for His deen and His messenger صل الله عليه وسلم, have gheerah for your womenfolk, for your brothers and sisters in deen.

Face the trials that come your way with patience and let them shape you, do not complain to mankind who can do nothing for you. Carry your burdens and mature with them.

Get used to a rough lifestyle and don't be picky because harsh times always follows good ones.

Go against the current and do not be afraid of being alone.

Always have self respect and dignity, be a Knight when everyone else is a fool and do not become of the lowly ones.

I ask of Allah to make us such men.