#tlatl

[looselucy]

This paragraph lives visually and rent free in my head. Thank you. 😍

You are so welcome and honestly SAME. Honestly men with just their lil towels on, a lil glimpse of pubic hair…. Melting

[xxcxelum]

“None of this is your fault. It was an accident.” “I’m not seven years old anymore. I didn’t just knock a vase over. I can’t say ‘accidents happen’ and move on. I made a bad mistake, father. I killed someone. So be honest with me, is this my fault?” The king didn’t meet her gaze. For too long he was silent. But Alithe didn’t need to wait for him to know the answer.  “Yes. Yes, it’s your fault. But please don’t blame yourself. I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself if you did.”

- Chapter 3

[forest-trees]

Golden Hair, Bright Eyes

Had Talia ever looked so panicked? The Lilyfelian had always seemed so composed even in the worst situations. Even when drakon were rushed into her clinic bloody and battered or when she was stared at for raising hybrids that seemed to attract misfortune. The white haired woman ran around the orphanage with a speed Amaryllis hadn't seen in even keepers. It would have been impressive if there wasn't a small emergency at the moment.

The amnesiatic girl had disappeared.

Amaryllis was looking around the laundry room, strawberry blonde curls bouncing as she looked through the laundry room, eyes wide and curious. She didn't know much about the amnesiatic girl, she had heard that she was a radian and that she was very very shy. She hadn't seen her yet though, she couldn't even catch a glimpse of her around the orphanage.

She was on her tippy toes as she peaked over and into the wash basin, the smell of the lingering detergent filling her nose as it was clear. She then went to the second basin, all clear. She looked around the room, she wouldn't be able to reach those tall cabinets on her own but she went to the cupboard and looked there, finding a series of half folded towels from the last kids who got stuck with the job and bars of detergent. No little girl though. Maybe she just wasn't here? All that was here was a small hamper of towels but that looked too plush to have anyone hide in. Amaryllis was sure that she was alone in here as she started to make her way out, she'd check the rooms pantry next. As she was about to leave, she heard a sound that made her leave her skin...

A sneeze.

She jumped, looking around the room with wild eyes. She was alone, she could have sworn that. She looked around the room, okay.. so maybe she was wrong and the towels weren't as innocent as she first thought. She awkwardly cleared her throat "Nehua nimitstla in tlatl, ¿tēnēchīchī in towi? Mēxihcah tlamantli in tlatl tlatlaz." She said meekly, a dracotl sentence roughly translating too 'I know you're there, can you please come out of the towels? We just took them off the clothes line.' The older kids wouldn't be happy about having to wash the towels all over again. She walked over to the towels, one hand clenched around the fabric of her huipil. She approached the towels as though it was a scared beast prone to attack at any second. She hesitantly reached out, grabbing a handful of towels and lifting them up, looking into the most stunning pair of golden eyes she had ever seen. Heat rushed to her cheeks, even the brightest of heliodors couldn't compare, and the words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. "Tē... Tē mīzto in cihuatl." or 'you... you look like a princess.'

The girl with hair of gold and eyes of Heliodor just looked at her with a shy amazement, whoever had found her wasn't a pureblood. She was a doble vincula, and despite the twist in her stomach that said she shouldn't interact with such a being along with the sinking feeling in her brain that this was wrong for a reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on... She reached out her hand, wanting to connect with what her body was telling her was forbidden. "¿Tēnēchīchī nīchītlā? Nehuatl nēnē Ilya." She whispered, her voice as soft as a breeze on a sunny day. 'Can you help me? My name is Ilya.'

When their hands touched, neither of them could shake off the connection they felt between each other, the longing to befriend the other despite the reservations that they should have. With that, Amaryllis took the lead, her steps close and small hands clasped within each others as they went to go alert Talia that Ilya had been found.

[aki-chan2014]

Somewhat innacurate picrew of my OC Gudrun Voll, SHSL Shepherdess who is in Yellow The Writer’s SYOC ‘The Living and The Lost’

[nelc]

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PRINCESS ALITHE LORIELLE

[backdoortowonderland]

Hey! The woo oneshot was nice! Was actually thinking about tlatl today and checked tumblr. Forgot I actually changed my user, I'm ghostturtle <333

(This ask is so random I'm sorry)

Oh hi!! Thanks for letting me know that you changed your username!! 😊 Also thanks for shooting me a kind message! It serves as a reminder that I need to put out the next part for tdatl 🥲

[roseisreading]

Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review! This was my last read of 2021, and I am very glad that it was. I previously read To Love and To Loathe by Waters, and was very excited to see this book pop into my inbox. I loved Emily and Julian in TLaTL, and was ready to read their story. Waters writes such fun and dynamic characters, and you could tell that each character is well-rounded and three dimensional. I appreciated that while there was a third act conflict, it was much more developed and it made sense with the plot, rather than it coming out of nowhere like in some other books.  If you're looking for a quick, fun, Regency-era romance, I highly recommend picking this one up!

[icanseeyourholo]

I doubt Harry is going to do anything until Dunkirk time.

is this in reference to my tingling tiddy? if so, i agree! any of the other boys could do sth though! but maybe my tiddy is just tingling because @looselucy is gonna update tlatl tonight. who knows?

[holy-stevie]

The Lion and The Lamb - Part Two

Summary : After studying her whole life, Ransom follows his little lamb for the day and marks her as his. 

Warning : abuse from parents, slight slut between Ransom and Satan, marking, creepy ransom. 

a/n: feedback is always welcome! do you guys like this series so far?? 

Masterlist  Part One 

Please do not repost my work anywhere else.

You sit on the edge of your bed patiently as you wait for the padlock on your bedroom door to be opened, the sun rising from the horizon as you study the world waking up around you, your own eyes heavy from the lack of sleep. You don’t have much time to study the small humming bird that was buzzing around the small bright flowers planted in the garden of your father’s huge estate, the sound of the lock interrupted the stillness of your room instead.

“C’mon out.” A stern female voice says from the doorway, your mother. The woman hasn’t smiled in ten years she’s sure of it, her face always set in a cold stern glare towards the child she never wanted. You are quick to gather your worn-out backpack and sling a strap over your shoulder as she leads you out of the room, your eyes not straying from your sneakers as you make yourself as small as you can in the big beautiful house.

After exiting through the front gates, you start your track to your college, not particularly paying attention as your mind wanders. A night two days ago has been replaying in front of your eyes on replay, the handsome stranger that you swore was in your room. The feeling of strong arms underneath you for a fleeting second, a cold metal pressing to your forehead. It had to be a dream, right? He appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, as if he wasn’t there in the first place.

“Just your dumb fantasies.” You mumble to yourself, pressing your lips together as you finally arrive at the big stone building. Taking a deep breath, you rush through the hallways, not paying much mind to any of the other students seeing that you hadn’t a single friend since kindergarten.

It happens the first time when you’re halfway through your first lecture of the day, the sense of someone watching you. You look around the room as subtly as you can, eyes studying your classmates but not seeing a single set of eyes on you. Shivering slightly, you clench your hand into a fist and turn back around to the front, taking notes shakily as the feeling doesn’t pass for the rest of the two-hour lecture.

“You’re a little lamb aren’t you.” A voice startles you from your reading, the chair next to you pulling out and a figure settles in it. Your mouth drops open in shock as your eyes meet wicked blue ones, the same eyes that belong to the handsome stranger who was in your room. You can’t find your voice as he tilts his head at you, a smirk painting his plump red lips.

“Don’t be shy now little lamb.” He mocks. Your eyes take in his features more, his sharp jawline and crooked nose more noticeable in proper lighting. He seems to sense your thoughts as he chuckles and lifts a finger to trace alone the jaw that you were ogling.

“Sharper then diamonds I know.” He says oozing confidence and cockiness, you clear your throat as your eyes snap up to his again.

“W-Who are you.” You mumble out, clearing your throat once again trying to clear away the grogginess from not talking all day. He smirks again, a more sinister look that has you shrinking away slightly, being very familiar with that look.

“Well lamb, I’m definitely not your guardian angel.” He laughs, his arm causally resting on the backrest of your chair, his bulky muscles straining against the white cotton of his sweater. You slide to the edge of you seat furthest away from him, his rich deep cologne taking in your senses.

“Scared?” He taunts, his rough fingers brushing your cheek softly, a lion marking his prey. You flinch once again, grabbing your bag and standing up from the chair quickly, ignoring his taunting blue eyes. Gathering up your things you sling your bag over your shoulder and head for the doors, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.

“Bye little lamb!” He calls out to you, utterly amused. You take in a deep breath as you run out of the building, looking over your shoulder a few times just to make sure he wasn’t following you. Your heart calming when you don’t see him after ten minutes of walking, not seeing the dark figure following you from inside the shadows of the night.

Ransom watches in glee as she looks over her shoulder once again, he knows she can sense his stare, watching her all day turned out to be much more fun than he predicted it would be. After spending two mortal days watching the events of her life he came back up with a plan, find her a way out of the shitty household and once she’s soft on him send her into madness.

Dancing along the shadows he follows her along the dark streets, his authority keeping the other demons around in their hiding places. He knows they smell it, his claim. A simple touch to her soft skin had left his mark on her, a hands-off message to everyone who was a threat, because no one fucks with something that Ransom fucking Drysdale marks.

He tilts his head as he hears her heart speed up as she approaches the house that holds her as a prisoner, the soft yellow lights lighting up her soft features as she gulps, her shaky hand opens the rich wooden door. Ransom flicks his hand softly and now is standing in the corner of the marble lobby, watching with curious eyes as he watches a short stumpy man approach her with aggression. The man grips her hair and backhands her harshly, a growl erupting from Ransoms chest she’s ours the demon growls, ready to snap the man’s neck for touching the girl. The demon watches from the shadows as the girl is forced to cook and clean like a maid for hours, not even stopping to eat and drink herself. He watches with a short temper as she exhausts herself before being dragged back up the stairs and locked into the small bland room, he follows her in and emerges from the shadows when she lands on the bed tiredly, wincing from the pain in her cheek.

“Hello again little lamb.” He says, the demon smirking when she jumps but lowers herself once again when she realises who it. The mark is working already.

“I’m not even gonna ask how you do that.” She slurs out tiredly, her voice dry with the lack of hydration. Stepping forward he summons two items into his hands, sitting on the edge of her bed as he presents them to her. A large water bottle and a sandwich, fresh and cold for her aching stomach. When she doesn’t move to take them, he frowns down at her, he reaches out and grabs one of her hands gently and places the food in her hands.

“Eat little lamb.” His voice is an order, her weak body immediately sliding up into a crossed legged position as she opens the water bottle desperately making him chuckle at her haste. After taking big long gulps she finishes the bottle and moves on to the sandwich, eating it much slower to savour it.

“Thank you.” She says when she finishes, playing with the wrappers as her eyes droop. Ransom smirks, almost a smile, and takes the wrappers from her making them vanish before standing once again. He pulls her blankets back and motions for her to lay back onto the mattress, tucking her in slightly when she does so.

“Sleep.” He says, his sly tongue a caress to her tired eyes. Before she is taken into unconsciousness she grips his wrist lightly, her touch soft and light that it makes him want to flinch back from it, only used to the cold harsh touches from his master.

“Please, what is your name.” She mumbles out, fighting the pull of sleep.

“Ransom.” He says, watching her smile as she drifts off into sleep with his name on her lips. He growls out in frustration before reaching out and tracing a small circle on her wrist with the tip of his pinkie finger, his gold ring sparkling slightly in a flash from the alarm clock in the corner. A small black circle appears on her wrist, his mark. He leans down and presses his soft lips to the pulse point, a small kiss to hide the mark from mortal eyes as the beast inside of him purrs. Ours.

His guards are immediately rising when Ransom slides back down into his rooms to find a tall dark figure sprawled out on his leather couch like an oversized cat. The figure smirks and slides to his feet and is leaping until he is backing Ransom up against the cold marble wall, without a word he dangles his pocket watch in Ransoms face, the scene of him bending down to press a kiss to his girls’ wrist playing on the small device.

“I see you have a new pet project.” Satan chuckles, his dark eyes squinting in amusement masking rage. Ransom swallows, almost tasting the bitter liquid that destroyed his soul centuries ago.

“Yes sir.” He answers obediently, gasping out when his head is yanked back to reveal his neck by a strong hand in his hair. The man in front of him chuckles again before leaning forward and licking a hot trail with his tongue up the side of Ransoms neck until he’s breathing against his lips.

“Hmm, I’ll let you keep this one if you give me what I want.” A wicked whisper. Ransom squeezes his eyes shut as his body slips into easy submission falling to his knees before the beast as he has many times before, an obedient demon for the thing he hates the most.

“Good boy.” Satan groans out when Ransom yanks the zipper of the dark pants down and gets to work pleasing his master.

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[juliainfinland]

Hi *waves*, I'm white, but I actually know a little Nahuatl, and "ax-sow-low-tell" etc. is awful. Thank you for putting the word out there.

My teacher's pet peeve was atlatl, which speakers of American English apparently pronounce "ah-dull-ah-dull". IT'S AH-TLATL ("ch" being a close somewhat acceptable approximation of that "tl" sound, but speakers of languages like Welsh or Xhosa, you know what I mean, right?).

(My teacher, just like myself, was pretty white, but she's Frances Karttunen and she's spent much of her academic career on Nahuatl.)

And thank you for mentioning that āxōlōtl literally means "water dog"! Of course I'm familiar with the roots ā and xōlō, but somehow it never occurred to me, even though I know how happily Nahuatl forms new words by combining a surprisingly small amount of basic roots.

here's ur reminder that axolotl is NOT pronounced like "ak-suh-laa-tl" (or lot-ul), it is in fact a nahuatl word (that most commonly translates to "water dog" actually, very cute!) and is pronounced "ah-SHOW-lowtch" !!!!

i think abt this every time i see a post abt axolotls coz i just know there r so many ppl mispronouncing it and the thought bothers me. if ppl, esp white ppl, reblogged this to spread the word to those who may not be aware, i'd be very grateful. thank u!!

[looselucy]

Rereasing the lamb and the lion because i need to cry and release emotions

TLATL is a good way to do that

[xxcxelum]

omgomgomgomg halfway through the book hes gonna realize hes in love with her and then hes gonna be like OH NOOO and then magic curse happens and then he goes crazy but its ok because the power of friendship (and murder) will save them :D

[sing-me-a-song-harry]

@looselucy I think Tumblr keeps eating my asks to you so I’ll just have to post this and tell everyone that I love you for your tlatl epilogue. The jury is still out on whether I will love you again regarding tfa. You’re still killing me but not as much as you were lol.

[xxcxelum]

EUNOIA↬ she/her // cabin 7 // infp-t // spotify // pinterest //

ah, okay, hi! i have a lot of thoughts about my ocs and wips, so i needed somewhere to put them. i'll probably also reblog a lot of writing stuff idk we'll see where this blog goes. also you can always yap to me about your own writing/ocs or anything because we all need an outlet

MY WIPS↴

keeping caelum (main wip!!) to love and to loathe red deleted footage what killed the cat

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[xxcxelum]

"Prince Xander Alderwyn is dead."