#P&P Variation

[dresupi]

Chapter One is up!  Bear in mind, this is the rough draft, so it’s gone through no edits other than grammarly, so lots of this is subject to change. 

The full chapter is available from the $2 tier and up on my Patreon! Join up today and give this a read!

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Variations of the Word Sleep," originally published in 1981

[pr0cyon-lotor]

I've been thinking about my COTL AU for Svsss. I made some designs for the main guys :D

Our simple but put together Cult Leader

His cold and sharp right hand man and husband

And their troublesome husband I mean— follower 👀

A little excerpt (im taking liberties with the lore because ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) ↓

The Bishop of Death was once a kind shepherd. He led lost souls to eternal rest with a comforting smile. 

No one knew where he came from or why he stayed, but he was loved, and he loved his kin back. It was like the heavens above graced their undeserving lives with a good reason for death. Just to be cradled in his arms and pulled to permanent sleep. It was something to love with him there.

No one knows when it happened, but the bishop changed. Something tainted the shepherd. Those smiles were no longer kind; there was a madness in his eyes, and his voice lost its warmth.

A snake and a crow always whispered in his ears, the culprits many guessed. Yet his devoted followers refused to believe their shepherd would lead them astray.

A little lamb and goat were the most vocal about their belief in their shepherd. They were saved by him long ago; they didn't believe that cat, who smiled so fondly as he shielded two herdless creatures from the cruelty of their world, was gone. That kind shepherd was in there, they swear.

Then their shepherd attacked the other bishops. They heard this information from the very same bishops, bloodied and torn.

It didn't matter to the lamb and the goat. All they knew was that their god was gone.

It wasn't long before the lamb was taken after so much senseless slaughter of his kind. The goat tried to stop it but only got discarded on the forest floor, drawing his final breath as the lamb cried out for him to wake up. Those cries turned to static as the goat closed his eyes.

It hurt. The lamb never thought he'd be the one on an altar, a knife puncturing through his soft wool and even softer flesh like it was nothing. His last breath came out in a muffled cry, and darkness met him.

Oblivion. The same oblivion their shepherd would lead lost souls to. If only they were led by him this one time...

Except it wasn't oblivion where they stayed. They were thrown at the feet of a massive, chained figure. Fear bloomed in their chests before a familiar voice welcomed them.

"Ah— My little lamb. My lovely goat. You visited me far too early," said that comforting voice. A veil covered his face, but there was a smile, barely visible under the dark veil.

It was almost worrying how quickly they agreed to make a cult in his name. Maybe it was simple devotion, although it felt different than devotion. It felt warmer. It was more.

They fought tooth and nail for their god. In those small moments of failure, they were greeted with a smile and sent back gently. They truly didn't see the insanity in the shepherd's eyes, or maybe they didn't want to believe it.

Bishop after bishop, they fell like cards. Each gave warnings about the shepherd, and their god's excitement turned to mania with each fallen card.

Once the last card fell, they were left with the last one. The Ace. It was truly no surprise that the shepherd betrayed them. The veil was ripped off during the fight; they were met with the insanity in those eyes.

It hurt as much as the knife that reunited them as they made a mighty mountain fall. No longer the colossal being that they looked up to, just a cat. Wounded and weak.

They approached, and there was a moment of clarity in his eyes. The fallen shepherd looked at them and smiled as he did that first day.

"My little lamb. My lovely goat," he said fondly, as if he wasn't at their mercy.

The lamb just needed to raise his blade and...

It would be so easy. So simple. Their fallen shepherd wouldn't have to suffer anymore, but...

There was a silent agreement between the lamb and the goat as they sheathed their blades. The lamb gingerly picked up the former god of death, careful with his injuries, and brought him half unconscious to the very same cult they made to his name.

They left him to their healer. Yes, their shepherd wouldn't have his madness healed overnight, but they were going to make sure he can once more see through his madness and see them again. No matter how long it took.

[turtleblogatlast]

imo Leo has every right to be prideful about his appearance because if I had red stripes over my eyes, I’d make my face a personality trait too

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hiii everyone, say, how do your Hawkes go go about sharing their estate? If they do it at all? Is everyone free to come and go or are they more private? Or do they only invite their LI to stay? I'm curious!! :)

[karamazovanon]

i am nothing if not a woman of the people.

[stuckinapril]

I love her more than she’ll ever know (the moon)

[spaceyderg]

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

[greatgodempresspan]

I love the idea of the Hells going to Emon - sans Fearne and Orym, who are weirdly insistent that they can’t set foot there, but don’t really want to get into *why* - ands being faced with just, A WALL of Wanted posters for the Crown Keepers.

Chetney gets a copy each of Dorian, Fearne and Orym, with the intent to roasting them for them later for breaking the laws so obviously and getting caught. But on closer inspection, realising how high quality they are, the bounty on their heads, the fact that they’re wanted by a crime syndicate, he starts getting choked up. They must have opulled so much shit when they here. He’s so proud!

Ashton, also a little teary (gritty) eyed can’t work out whether they’re proud of them too or whether they’re dying of jealousy.

[dresupi]

I'm going to be working on a novel for Camp Nanowrimo this year, it's my omegaverse Pride & Prejudice Variation: A Beta for Darcy.

I was thinking about sharing the rough chapters on Patreon a couple of times a week to get your thoughts on them.  It's good for a mention in my acknowledgements and I'm really proud of the way I've strung the plot together and kind of wanna share it with you!

It will be available from Puffin Level and up ($2 per month and up)

They’ll be really rough chapters, so I’ll probably just run them through grammarly before posting them, and I’ll be deleting them at the end of the month so I can get everything squared away on KDP. 

Anyway, I’ll be posting my first one on Monday (It’s actually going to be a twofer, the introduction as well as the first chapter), so be sure to subscribe if you want to be able to read them! :D 

I’m so excited!

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Variations of the word Love," originally published in 1981

[ladyscorpio-phantom]

Manifesting Promeo as the ship name only because in my head it sounds like a shortened "promise" and "Prometheus" at the same time idk I'm really biased and it makes sense in my mind lmao

[vacantgodling]

sugar’s roommate, the EXTREMELY promiscuous salvia (or sal), and a different variant of their species: tasters

[plink-dev]

SOME TMNT ART that i randomly felt the motivation to get out.. its all donnie idk what caused that

[fishyartist]

anyways clothes

[sunlightfeeling]

Boku no Ikiru Michi: Episode 2 (2003)