#I am curst

[lalalychee]

the miw curst palette is insane

[attractthecrows]

i did have just absolutely atrocious timing to get reinvested in my previous da ocs. ooh warden character building. who give a shit theres gods now

[runwhileyoucan]

I feel insain but I love theses two sm

How do I explain the fact that Balthazar and Crowley are the angel/demon version of one another

[groovydazestudent-stuff]

Taming ofthe Shrew

Snippet of something I tried to write years ago that never went anywhere. Remus Lupin X OC, Sirius Black scheming, nerdy flirting. kink if you squint

1.2k words

"Juuuniiiii" I could hear Sirius whine from the row behind, stage whispering to get my attention. Merlin, I just want to get this question done, can't he let me be for one goddamn moment. " I know you can hear me" Sirius shifts in his seat to lean closer "I need help with the muggle studies essay meet me in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Aye no, I need to run through new plays with my team" trying to focus on the work in front of me.

"tomorrow?" He looks at me with those stupid puppy dog eyes. Sirius doesn't ask for help, he's up to something.

I hesitate "Fine." What is that boy up to? I didnae think he studied, on a Friday night no less!

--

If I get one more look from one of these bloody Gryffindors I'm leaving, he's fecking late, I guess I'll help him some other time. I turn back to my book, try and ignore the gits walking by and gaggle of Third years giggling coming up with reasons I'm sat in their common room.

The amount of people in the common room dwindles, it's getting dark out where the bloody hell is he?

"Juniper!" merlins beard gimme a heart attack why don't you! Remus was stood at the bottom of the stairs looking equally surprised by my presence.

"Hullo, Remus" I swear this boy is getting taller.

"hi...sorry um not to sound rude but what are you doing here?" he stumbles over his words, how precious "I-just mean, 'cause you're a Hufflepuff ya'know?

"oh aye thank you for noticing, no I'm meant to be helping Sirius with Muggle Studies" meant to be.

"Oh, well he actually asked me to help him with the potions essay hence" Lifting the books and parchment in his hands.

"Funny. He's not in your dorm I take it?" Remus shakes his head, merlin those curls are bouncy. "well I'll just have to wait here to tell 'im off then" turning back to my book.

"Do you like him?" What? He quickly clarifies "Shakespeare I mean, well his work," he says clearing his throat.

"oh aye this one's my favourite 'taming of the shrew', bit problematic but it has some good scenes ." I wonder if he's read it. "I have to admit it's always better performed," I turn back to the page I was on and murmur "s'not meant to be read."

"What part are you on?"

"where Kate and Petruchio meet for the first time." I smile, hoping he knows why. It can be a hilarious scene if it's done right. He nods and I go back to my book, play? script, no um-.

"Good morrow, Kate for that's your name, I hear." Hmm, he knows the first line, okay let's see how much boy wonder remembers.

"Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katherine that do talk of me." I attempt to put on the character, probably a good thing I didn't decide to be an actor as a bairn.

"Liar." I feel myself getting warm as he looks at me, eyes boring into me" for you are called plain Kate, and bonnie Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst, but Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kate and therefore," he pauses slowing himself "Kate. Take this of me, Kate of my consolation: Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, yet not so deeply as to thee belongs. I am moved to woo thee for my wife."

Shite okay, pretty boy. I get up from my seat to stand in front of him just to be sure he cannae read my book.

"'Moved,' in good time. Let him that moved you hither, remove you hence." I feel myself smile a little as I watch him think over his next lines, "I knew at first you were a moveable."

"Why, what's a moveable?" He asks already knowing the answer.

"A joint stool."

"You're right, actually." his confidence falters as he hesitates on the rest o' the line "Come, sit on me."

I didnae think he was actually going to continue, well, I'm gonna have some fun with this one. I decide to do it and sit in his lap. Good lord, does he always smell like this? what is that, chocolate? line, what's the line. "Asses are made to bear, and so are you." I read attempting to regain my stubborn kate-like demeanour.

"Women are made to bear, and so are you," he says lightly patting my stomach. that smug mother fecker.

"Not by the likes of you!" I get up in an attempt to seem angry and not at all flustered.

Mockingly "Oh heavens, Kate, I wouldn't think of burdening you. I know how light and carefree you are." my he's really gotten into character, who knew.

"Too light for such a swain as you to catch, and yet as heavy as my weight should be." ooh we're getting to the fun bit, I wonder if he'll-

"' Should be'—should buzz!" he gets up off the lounge.

"Well like a buzzard, Buzz off!" he continues to move closer.

"If I'm a buzzard, you're a turtledove." He winks! what's this boy trying to do to me."Come, my little wasp, you're too angry."

Hmph well " If I be waspish, best beware my sting." I step toward him in an attempt to regain my composure. bad Idea.

"My remedy is then to pluck it out." he says, has his teeth always been this nice? Gods I wish I could wipe that stupid, smug look off his stupid face.

"Oh aye, if the fool could find it" I wonder how far he's going to take it, he clearly knows the play well.

"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail." he's bloody close, merlin's beard.

"In his tongue." keep it cool, it is just a boy, wow he has so many little scars you wouldnae see until you get this close, they're faded, old.

"Whose tongue?" oh um-.

"Yours, if you talk of tales. And so farewell." I move back toward my things picking them up off the couch.

"What, with my tongue in your tail?"He's stood directly behind Merlin oh mighty "Nay, come again, Good Kate. I am a gentleman." oh my lord his hand slides down my waist, I smack it away before he moves any lower trying to stay in character.

"A gentleman? that I'll try!" whipping around to face him. Bloody hell he's staring into my soul I swear, he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.

"I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again." Holy shit who are you and what have you done with boy wonder. No stop we're friends, but that cuffing thing dinnae sound so bad. oh crap, he's looking at me. you know kissing him wouldnae be a bad idea right now. If I just leaned forward a bit-

"Nice one James!" oh shite,

Remus and I quickly sort ourselves. Like nothing happened, hm."Oi, what happened to muggle studies hmm? what happened to 'oh please I'm failing I need your help' 'it has to be Friday night'?" I turn my attention to Sirius.

"I forgot?" of fucking course, I collect my stuff and proceed to walk toward the portrait hole.

"wait!" Remus stumbles over pulling on his robes "I'll walk you back if we get caught this late I can say I caught you out during rounds and am escorting you back."

"oh yeah, Mr prefect" I forgot about that." you hoping for head boy next year?"

"Nah."

[omi-papus]

Hey if you ever look at Tiktok fandom culture, and ask yourself why the drama and the fights, mostly resulting from people not cursting their content comes from, I am here to inform you that Tiktok is one of fhe only platforms that does NOT have a feature to block users. And telling the app that you are not interested in sometjing does nothing. I have been forced to encounter an account entierly dedicated to saying homosexual parenting is grooming and I can not for the fucking life of me get that thing out of my feed.

Tiktok literally prevents users from curating their content unless you file a detailed report to allow you go keep certain content out of your feed.

Its literally built to make people see unplesant content and fight about it.

Its also why the character limit on comments is so low because it forces people to make entire videos responding to simple comments, fulling the drama spiral even more.

After learning this I have only used it to look at videos a recently made long distance friend sends me, but this platform has too many issues to be responsably used for anything.

[libidomechanica]

Of my lines and aloes, with most share

Say, we all the opening eyes best wine   formed got, curst in me. Indeed, to the better   their full before him, gliding. Rope which loved, and break out. So glorious hand by I shall scorch and approach, in your eyes holding   in his palm, like a ruddy shield there’s   neither is each word, nay sight those who frowns, when he is me! The field and did myself, to think on, it’s pride, and lover since   all the vegetables cooked. The gentle looks   ouerthrow, not long love’s spher e d course to hang like jewels, thy wife’s or daughter’s brilliant of hope and power to grow a home   again is what is obsolete. The owls   have stood with friendly the stars that I am old, o ye Graces! Will find no more?

[darkness-bound-adventures]

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[ugfriends]

Sirrah will you be paying for the glasses you have burst? Play in a play Christopher Sly audience to Kate the Curst Sly is drunk, a lord and his train snatch him for a prank He awakes in fairest chamber they talk of his noble rank Tells of transmutation to bear-herd he works up a thirst

Sly collaborates and once again, a pot o’ the smallest ale Players begin performance of the shrew, it is quite a tale Sister Bianca must marry posterior to ill tempered Kate Bianca’s fond suitors despair of finding Katharina a mate Here is Petruchio as Ahab beside Kate as his white whale

Called Plain Kate of Kate Hall my super dainty Kate to be Kate calls Petruchio a joint stool he says Come sit on me With my tongue in your tale? Nay Kate I am a gentleman Kate doth whale on Petruchio’s jaw has he a dental plan? Mad brained bridegroom he cuffed a priest and they flee

Katharina fallen with horse upon her in a miry dominion Wades dirt to pluck a swearing husband from his minion Falcon tamed a starved sleepy merlin her life all pell-mell She once said I must dance barefoot and lead apes in hell Proclaim banns and ban apes, Kate wings none can pinion

[meaningful-negativity]

The moon sat high as the servants of Gaea did their business calling forth a darkness thought locked away forever by the gods. The thrones of the mortal world were occupied for far too long by those who praised the Olympians. The time for their fall was near and only their dark father could achieve it. The titan was back on the mortal plane along with siblings born of the sins once housed within Pandora's box.

The city was never a good place yet the number of attacks linked to the supernatural real had increased as demigods and demons wanted to gain favor. Good magic was at a standstill as those counted as the most powerful took losses yet never fell. The fates knew that was happening having spoken the prophesy when the world was new and with each war of the heavens. A child of great power will decide the tide of battle as only his power along with that of Olympus can defeat the darkness

Rico knew of the pains of humanity yet felt powerless to do anything about it. Having ascended to his full power he did what he could though most of it was small. Standing he saw the land's curst by the titan. The mand was foul and nothing would grow as it only drew in flies and plagues. He knew that humans needed food but also wanted to see how strong he had become.

"I call to thee, pure witch's fire, through vortex flow the heavenly mire. Cleanse brackish aura of debris, from dark to light, sweep history!"

His eyes glowed blue as he began to speak. Flames raged across the grounds destroying the darkness. This had gotten the attention of the Titans yet also Olympus signaling that he was there. Both sides knew that he was their greatest ally or enemy and as such needed to get to him before the other could.

Athena sensed a wall of magic traveling toward the part of the forest that she was standing in. "So, the child has come but now what side will they choose when given a choice between the Gods and the Titians." She changes into the form of an owl and flies in the direction of the power that she sensed until she finds a boy or to her he is a boy. Athena then lands in the tree beside him before hopping to the top of a rock under said tree, changing to her human form.

"So you are the one that could kill either the Gods or the Titians, i hope that you have made your mind up as to who you will be helping because getting rid of someone as powerful as you would be a bit of a bother for us." She moves over to him to inspect his work then tilts her head to the side with a cocked eyebrow "is this at your full power and don't be cocky around a Goddess. You may help us with our salvation but i can still kick your ass square."

"My name is Athena and i am here to help you get to Olympus. it will be a perilous journey being who you are and what you can do the enemy will also be looking for you. i have no thoughts on this at the moment except that you are powerful, maybe to powerful but at least you seem to be using it for good instead of for their purposes." She shakes her head "i never thought that i would see the end of the world or even get close to it but here it is."

Athena then points over her shoulder "We will need to go into town and get horses for the journey for it is a part of your quest to come to know yourself and your powers that we should take the long way to get to Olympus. i can teach you some things on the way and i'm sure that we will be meeting with more Gods and Goddesses than just me." She then takes the time to smile "You will be very busy little one and so will i. it has been a long time since i had a student."

@charmed-redemption

[innervoiceartblog]

The Unbecoming

I cast my old self on the funeral pyre;

I cast her tyrannical calendar

after, so all that was base become gold,

transformed by white heat, by flames furled and whorled.

Pure bell notes carried on the morning air,

my lost innocence restored to their patterned sound--

no longer blest, I was no longer curst.

I faced the void, embraced immensity.

I set out with no maps: I trust the land

itself to show me the lie of the land.

I travel light, I walk hand in hand with doubt.

It's memento vitae not memento mori

now. This journey takes all my graft and art,

featherless plantigrade biped mammal that I am.

I'll measure time by the light of the moon

from forces elemental I'll spin, I'll knit

comfort blankets for those wounded by my words,

tongue whipped, scrawbed by my claws, who's felt the blow.

the little dig, the bitter slight, the nasty, the cheap!

Consider the horoscope, not natal, but fatal.

My ravelling or unravelling past

is ash now, and feeds the flowering thorn.

By Paula Meehan, from The Solace of Artemis, Dedalus Press, 2023.

[angels-fics]

N and S!

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

three things i wish i saw more of in the ted lasso fandom: i wish i saw more tl art, honestly! that might be an issue of cursting my dashboard, but it still applies, being what i *see*. i am also a big fan of putting the idiots into Situations, specifically ones where they are in those Situations together (because the only thing worse than being sad is being alone and sad). also i've recently become very invested in your greater richmond pet acquisition au and am in a life debt to anyone who has created content for that. bun bun is the greatest thing in the world.

oh jeez, my personal headcanons are largely influenced by the people i follow and the content i consume, and at some point i don't know what is my own headcanon, what is genuinely canon, and what i've stolen from someone. but, like, gun to my head, not a single person at richmond is neurotypical. i also don't like jane. not a headcanon just a fact

[menodoramoon]

I should probably get a job. It's a passing thought, script in hand, mind wandering after reciting lines at the wall for a bit. She didn't have anywhere else to be, and that thought made her anxious. The way she'd show up before rehearsals, the way she seemed to have too much time on her hands.

It was fairly quiet, sitting in the back of the theatre house. There were some folks working on sets, but Moon made sure she was out of the way before taking up space in the Arts Center.

"In faith, she's too curst," she murmurs to herself. And then, "Well, niece, I trust you will be ruled by your father."

She'd been in her own head, her mind slipping between her own lines and others, when she hears a, "I thank you: I am not of many words, but I thank you."

Ah. Don John. But not Bones, was it? This must be the Uni production.

Moon glances over, an answer and a smile, "Please it your grace lead on?"

@bachanaliaa

Two Productions Alike in Dignity | Capricorn

[kotalefanzu]

[thepoisonroom]

sometimes the mercy of the universe is that people leave your life before you have to fight with them over discourse

[bbeelzemon]

pretty sure i owned a cursed artifact in the shape of two original digimon version 1 v-pets from 1997 because they are a transparent dark blue color and i can find no evidence online of this color ever existing for the version 1s (or.. any other versions..)

[libidomechanica]

“Though I swear nature is drye and spin on”

For late by your worthy form cells?     Butterflies unclasp from the gods ordained, that love-hat remove     you should him all the neighborhood’s strength of you without     audite I do not contagious desire, as the cold     daybreak we winds kiss the

grieved his brawny side.—Though I swear     nature is drye and spin on your winter is in his shack     with jealousy, that commits. Look ye not the same, whose for     me; with pleas’d with the been she doth for so himself, and the     plaine: better the old then

wind, not Jove himself Affection     to withered planets rotation of the villages, whereat     the stealing upon the marking the violet eye.—Blind     and strolled crest the grain; who burns! Our two keeps him by their yell,     but that must read thy father’d

in her bosom shake many     moe. You walk and make grieved his desire, is lost i’ th’     flowers your wit and the wild voice. Who hath not love her     pleasant from me, for stone, unshaken. Colin the strength now     my wounding, knocketh, saying:

I pluck’d: no dog shall pass before     he sentiment I’d fain would from a blow. In one     place, but, when other of gifts and palely loud? Who hath     ending adieu; and bid her god day: tired in haste woman’s     voiceless and borrowed.

Yet for thy taste, till the gardens,     from rose-buds fill’d with faint? Appears green: she hath leadeth on     his little near the violet breath, knows no pity, but scorn’d     of date by yeare went will shooteth forth as rare as anything     shame, but it to me

once is a lion, creeps through     desolate rock, in ghastly Wraith of your deeds reprove? All for     his Stand, I say, Lo! Wild night grew kinder, to all but more     by one, those two souls, who blush&pale in that envise all thy     found himself for each other,

and her eyes widen when at     the give full of Lebanon. Despite of Basanbrace my     lord’s kingly sun. Yet would, if God curst, being had, nor     shepeheards swayne you would come, I touch. Are vast and tooke: well couth     he front in their offices,

ever sunset, sir, where thin     edge disappears. A sunflowers be, or a weary way,     the heavy day I wash off. That any laud there wild     Mahratta-battle foxes, that sith instant Poles have you again,     and fever did bind

to fears; and of our have. Which Thou     whom thee to the bile be a sin to take his selfe escapes;     but slow? Ah, but gives falling part; nay, do not die, till their     union would it because their queen means to all but my     beloved; and bobbing wax

fruits of silk and fain would, if you     ain’t witnessed spleenful folly, noise. The sunflower made the     rest; in thee long ygoe? The winds, and darkening church but fire almost     minds, our bodies, stopped not up, nor touched its Tinsel wing.     Like a week and night air

at every lap of whom my heart     be purple-pillows, if himself am shame alive; but     soon her side of thee, give though love washed my craft or sung formless     the end of his youth shut before him fast. Pardon me,     do I ensconce more gray.