#Parak

[cstll-13]

Verte en cielos tan bonitos es

como un paisaje, en donde

descubro que tenerte

ha sido todo en mi vida .

[a-galaxy-of-stars]

"Do you ever leave that lovely tower of yours, Andromeda?"

Andromeda's pink eyes shifted toward Parak, a flicker of cold amusement crossing her features. "More often than most notice," she replied smoothly. "Though I suppose when one's idea of 'going out' involves grand entrances and theatrical displays, my nightly flights might seem rather... understated."

She turned her attention back to the star chart before her. "I find I can observe far more of Hell's intrigues from above than within its crowded ballrooms. The view from my tower is... quite illuminating." ~ ✨️

[guns-and-brimstone]

"Why are you being so quiet?"

Guss turned his head slowly to meet the Goetia’s gaze. Although it was hard to see the old soldiers eyes behind those red lenses.

The sinner demon had been acting unusually strange ever since that drunken outburst he had a couple of nights ago. When Parak had come looking for him in his courters and found him downwards his sorrows. He hasn't been making any rough comments while on duty ever since that morning and seemed to have distanced himself from socializing in any form. Guss had really only spoken When directly spoken to all day.

Turning his gaze away from his boss after looking him over. Guss simply gave off a shrug as a response. Not even bothering to give Parak a straight answer. like he usually would.

”Hm.”

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), India De Leisure Parak, 2022

[pangeen]

" The Fawn & The Raven " //© Yoshi

Music: © Yuusuke - I Believe in My Light

[guns-and-brimstone]

Guss took a few heavy breaths behind his mask in frustration. It was hard to see his yellow eyes behind the red glowing lenses of his mask. But from the tone of his voice wheb he spoke, It seemed like the sinner wasn’t alarmed or spooked in the slightest by Parak’s petty threat.

Not suprising. Guss was always a very hard specimen to frighten. He was the type of demon that could stare down an Overlord and say ”Fuck You” to their face without so much as taking a nervous breath. In many aspects his crazy nature and lack of fear When it came to Death or Danger was one of the most useful weapons at his disposal. It made him a force to be reckoned with, Should one make the mistake of underestimating him and his capabilities.

”Yes sir. That sounds satisfactory.”

Guss spoke in a firm robotic voice Thanks to his mask. Giving the royal tailor a salute in the process while he was at it. The sinner seemed satisfied at the thought that his request would at least be discussed upon their return home. And he sounded like he had made peace with the realisation that This was probably the best he was going to get at this time.

”How much longer are we going to be out here anyway, Boss?… Don't you have everything you need for those outfits you’ve been working on yet?”

The soldier asked in confusion. Shouldering his assault rifle as he spoke. He was armed and ready as always. Even When there were no visable threats around them.

”Boss. I’ve really been risking my ass to keep you out of the firing line recently.… Could i please have a raise?”

The Goetia’s eyes sharpened, glinting briefly with annoyance and something colder, as though he’d examined a trinket and found it had somehow been damaged. 

“Risking your ass?” Parak repeated, his voice barely above a mutter as he halted mid-stride and swiveled his head around. He looked down at his bodyguard and rapidly chirped, something he was wont to do when the sinner spoke out of turn. "I assume you mean the incident that happened last week, in which I was injured?"

The bitterness in the Royal Tailor's voice was unmistakable. Wisps of faint scarlet seethed from his eyes as he spoke, before settling back to their usual glow. He slipped the oversized straw of his green boba tea into his beak and took a sip, ruminating on his experience while attempting to focus on the drink's taste instead. It seemed to calm him down.

"Why should I?" he asked aloud, before slurping again on his boba tea. "I don't disagree with the prospect, loyal service deserves to be rewarded. But a raise? How could I be sure you'd not spend it all on drinking, or whatever it is you do?"

[queen-of-prophecy]

How would Vine react to another Goetia kidnapping some lesser witch from Witchholm?

In a word?

Indifferent.

Vine may enjoy the wild antics of her crazy girls, but they are witches, to a fault. They live by their own vices and designs, indulge where they like, cause mischief where they see fit and have no trouble giving attention or grief to whomever they like. If it leads to trouble, such as being abducted or killed?

Well Vine won't stir her stumps to help without proper motivation or reward. A witch can take care of herself just fine-

And the kidnapper may regret his choice when he finds his house flooded with frogs and gnats eating at all his food.

[botanikos]

Parak's Clothiers is calling...

Charcoal smog swirled from the mirror as the Prince picked it up, flowing into rivulets of smoke that became tap-dancing crows as the image took shape. A vision appeared through that magical window of a familiar face and a smirk only barely suppressed. Scarlet eyes blinked from gorgeous porcelain discs circled by crimson-tipped plumes. The face's smirk became a smile.

"Hello, Stolas!" Parak hooted, dripping with satisfaction. "I've heard you've been having problems with some grey-faced sinners..."

Agitated clicking of beak, fingers itching to curl into fist and shatter the mirror. Ah — but it was one of his favored pieces, and of course, a method of communication. One seldom used, but it appeared the Tailor knew the process. Of course he did. Vermillion hues cast a vibrant threat as they narrow. The handsome bastard knew just what he was doing — knew he was getting under Stolas' feathers.

❝ Parak. ❞ the prince greets flatly, biting at his name with a huff. ❝ You and half of Hell's residents, ❞ he sneers, mouth curling at the corners with distaste. Stolas leans away from the mirror and closes his eyes, hand smoothing over the plumage atop his head with heavy sigh.

❝ Calling to join the racaus and laugh? Or have you something interesting to say~? ❞

[grimowled]

ʘ‿ʘ You could write the manual for a fruit blender and I'd read it

DO YOU 👀👀👀... my rp threads?? accepting !!

LMAO i didn't even have to reblog this and you're already supporting my brand, ilu!! i am so happy you take the time to read the things i write on this blog and you're always so thoughtful with the questions you send in, it's something that really motivates me to improve my writing & really think in depth about my portrayal, knowing others enjoy what I spew even if it's you know ... pretty terrible sometimes !!

lord i hope not bc might end up slipping a little summoning ritual in the ninja blender manual

[lietuvens]

anywhayz today i woke up feeling gross in my body. i dont understand how people fuck around without commitments and not cry. talked to my flatmate about how she is tired from her hoe phase yet she loved it and i dont understand it at all. there are guys hitting on me, some boring random npc’s(im sorry but ) and i just feel so alien to myself. im so frustrated when i feel how people see me as someone they would like to fuck but not as a person. i feel like when they look at me they dont see me at all and they dont hear me at all. i feel mute.

if you’re not gonna kill for me , ride or die for me , why would i let you hit?

i dont feel respected if you fuck me and dont love me. i feel like just flesh with a soul thats forgotten in the mud, non important part for all. ive gotten in these situations for a year now. esp last january and february. i was so confused. a few months ago i slept with some random boring guy just because i wanted to have sex and the sex was horrible.

maybe the problem is me? maybe when people sleep with each other it still involves some kind of love? projecting? but no i do love and i care for such vulnerabilities as having nothing on in front of someone else. everyone is just retarded and horny and these dayzzculture doesnt make it better . its okay i mean good for the hoes. why cant i be one? it feels so horrible to sleep with someone who doesn’t love you. i want to go home then, back to my childhood, back before anything ever ever happened and hide. i think i need to choose better men maybe. but even then whats the point of it without commitememt .its all the same

i feel like ive missed something that everyone knows how to accept

[soulmusicsongs]

Wegne'nda M'banda - Orchestre Super Borgou De Parakou-Nord Dahomey (Mondia Binin Bakpe / Wegne'nda M'banda, 197?)

[a-galaxy-of-stars]

⛸️ What's her favorite kind of sport? Does she follow sports closely or not care at all? Has she tried parasailing?

Andromeda's expression softened with a quiet, amused smile. "I do enjoy ice skating, actually," she said. A fond look crossed her face hefore she schooled her emotions once more. "Andrealphus tried teaching me once... he was quite patient, surprisingly. Though I suspect he mostly wanted someone to practice his ice-themed performances with."

She traced a pattern on her sleeve thoughtfully. "There's a certain peace in gliding across the ice, especially at night when the rinks are empty. The patterns one can create while skating... they remind me of constellations traced across a frozen sky."

"I don't follow competitive sports," she continued with a small shake of her head. "The crowds and noise aren't really to my taste."

"Parasailing?" She gave a soft laugh. "No, I prefer to rely on my own wings rather than mortal contraptions despite how fascinating they are. When you can naturally soar through the night sky, there's really no comparison, now is there?"~✨️

[guns-and-brimstone]

"You should take better care of yourself, Garis. Such sloppiness reflects poorly on your employer."

Guss was sitting behind a table across from Parak in his room. Surrounded by heaps of empty bottles of vodka and whiskey that the sinner had spent his entire last paycheck on. The old soldier was drunk as a skunk today again it seemed. Truth be told, He was feeling too damn intoxicated to care about the royal tailors words. And would had probably just ignored his presence completely…. Had Parak not made the mistake of refering to Guss by that name.

In a suprising and unusual fit of anger. Guss just snapped. Tossing an empty bottle at the wall next to Parak, Which shattered in to a milion pieces upon impact.

”You know i hate that Fuckin' name!!!”

Guss must be having a really bad day to lash out in such a manner at his own boss. Those episodes he suffered from were probably more worse the ever today. Standing up, Guss stumbled over to a nearby cabinet and helped himself to a fresh bottle. Stopping only briefly to point at Parak and lash out once again.

”That was Then!… And that filthy scumbag is dead….. He ain't here no more…. You hear?!”

[pix4japan]

Part II: Snapshot Photography at Shimoda Park in Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan | 静岡県の下田公園にある「あじさい祭」のスナップ写真

A brief 60-second journey through a part of Shimoda Park in the in the city of Shimoda in Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan, during the Hydrangea Festival (あじさい祭/Ajisai Matsuri) for some snapshot photography using the Fujifilm X100V for shooting both stills and video.

[aroyaltailor]

Parak on Tumblr: Composed, collected, manipulates others and controls his expressions to appeal to others with occasional trolling. Kind of a dick, but handsome?

Parak on Discord: How dare that filthy imp breathe the same air as me? Hold on I've gotta go to tell Lucifer "fuck you" to his face

[doublejango]

Smash or pass: Dennis

"Hard pass," Blitz replied without hesitation, actually growling, spines vibrating in his anger. "It might have been a smash if we'd found each other again when I was sober. I needed to apologize to him for flappy-hand-batting at his face just because of his name. He he kissed good. I think."

Anger deflating a bit, Blitz rubbed his forehead in embarrassment. "I don't totally remember. But what I do remember is that he was pretty fuckin' handsy, in a good way, and I coulda gone back for more... but then he went to that fucking party. And good for him if he needed it, I guess. But if he was that pissed that he couldn't fuck me when I couldn't walk?

"Bee really saved my ass by having Loona take me home. Cause, fuck. I'm not usually like... I don't get freaked out by perverts or whatever. But it leaves me feeling weird and fucking, like, cold inside. Thinking that I would've gone off alone with that fucker, without really knowing what I was doing... but because I didn't, he hates me now. Fucking someone mattering more to him than their ability to consent is pretty fucked up."

Face burning, stomach cold, hands shaking for some fucking reason--totally nothing to do with how much that party had fucked him up--Blitz was still for a moment... then shoved his emotions down and put on a bright grin.

"What about you, handsome? You wanna fuck Dennis? Or you wanna be a good boy for a Daddy? I mean, maybe not me, but you know. It's the--fuck, I fucked this whole line up, didn't I?"