#dear gods yes ill dance

[theavatar-asami]

GOAT BOYFRIEND GOAT BOYFRIEND GOAT BOYFRIEND

[tavolgisvist]

That evening in the dressing-room of the cinema at York two girls came in and asked to interview them. They said they wanted the interview so they could make a tape of it for a third girl who was ill in hospital. John sat in a corner away from the group. ‘It’s probably just an excuse to get into our dressing-room,’ he says. ‘Anyway women should be obscene and not heard.’ ‘Switch it on now,’ says Paul conducting the interview for the bewildered girls. ‘What’s your name?’ he asks Ringo. ‘John’, says Ringo. He then asks the girls their names. ‘How did you like Germany when you were there?’ asks the girl whose name is Eileen. ‘We liked it fine,’ says Paul. ‘It was hard work,’ says Ringo. ‘Yeah’, says George. All during the interview they sign autograph books that had been sent to their dressing-room, and when they aren’t actually answering a question they read letters from fans. The girls walk over to John. ‘How do you write the songs ?’ says the girl whose name is Daphne. John doesn’t answer. Paul shouts across the room in a voice you use to an errant child, ‘Tell us about the songs, John, tell us about the songs.’ ‘Sometimes we write them together’, says John. ‘Sometimes not. Some of them take four hours; some twenty minutes. Others have been known to take as long as three weeks.’ ‘What’s your favourite song that you’ve written?’ ‘I think “Glad All Over”,’ says Paul, opening his eyes even wider. ‘No, I’m kidding. I think at the moment it’s our new record “I want to hold your hand”. Is that all right ?’ ‘Yes, that’s fine,’ says Eileen. ‘Thank you very much indeed.’ ‘Oh dear,’ says Daphne. ‘It doesn’t seem to have been recording. Sorry about that.’ <…> Inside, the compere is asking: ‘Do you want to see John?’ (Screams.) ‘George?’ (Screams.) ‘Paul?’ (Screams.) ‘Ringo?’ (Pandemonium.) They appear, and all during their act a man in a dinner jacket stands in front of the stage looking bewildered. The girls wave, hold up pictures, and scream. <…> Paul runs off stage shouting, ‘Oh my God, my ulcer. Nell, do you have a ciggy?’ Aspinall alternately hands him a cigarette and leads him toward the stage door where their car is waiting to take them to the hotel. <…>

The Beatles are in their hotel bedrooms finishing their dinners. George feels tired and goes to sleep. John, wearing a T-shirt and an old pair of trousers, wanders down the hallway past the guard, into the room shared by Paul and Ringo. The table filled with the empty dinner dishes is at the foot of Ringo’s bed. Ringo, dressed in pyjamas, is sitting up in bed. Paul, also in pyjamas, is talking about a film, The Trial, which he has just seen in London. He is describing a scene in which there is a misunderstanding about a word, when the telephone rings. ‘Hello, helloho,’ says Paul in a falsetto and then, realizing it is a friend, says Hello seriously. <…> ‘What I liked best in The Trial’, he says, ‘was when they walked quietly through the concentration camp. It was so dead quiet, just like another world and Elsa Martinelli in the background just necking like mad.’ <…> ‘Uh, I need another drink, baby,’ says John. Paul goes to the phone. ‘Hello? Yeah, send us six single Scotches - No, make it doubles, yeah, doubles.’ <…> They started discussing the feelings of adults towards pop music. ‘We’re definitely fighting a prejudice,’ says John. ‘That’s why I’m interested in John getting his book out,’ says Paul. ‘I mean, I haven’t got a cut or anything. It’s just that one of us would be doing something to make people notice. I mean, it’s the same as if one of us wrote a musical. People would get rid of their prejudice and stop thinking that pop people can only sing or go into a dance routine.’ <…> ‘You remember after that big spate of publicity we got in the national papers,’ says John, ‘which was uncalled for by our office. We were news at the time, and it only just happened we clicked in fourteen editors’ minds at the same time. One day Paul was ill and I believe one of the papers wanted a picture of him. Nell told them they couldn’t have it, and the photographer said: “You mean, after all the publicity we gave them – we made them.” I’d like to meet this fella who said it.’ Paul explained that they never talk to the teenage magazines. ‘They just make it up. I think they prefer it that way��’

(Love Me Do. The Beatles Progress by Michael Braun, 1963/1995)

Part (I), (II), (III), (IV), (V), (VI), (VII), (VIII)

(+ about Paul's flue)

[paperbackribs]

Eddie's Proposal

Prompt Day 28 – Proposal | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Eddie and Chrissy are besties, pre-steddie, buckingham, no Upside Down AU | WC: 877  For the @steddieholidaydrabbles

💘💅💘💅💘

“I have a proposal for you,” Eddie says.

Chrissy looks up from filing her nails, splayed across his bed with head and hands hanging off the edge, “I thought we established you don’t swing that way, babe.”

Folding his legs under him, Eddie sits cross-legged on the navy carpet by her side. David Bowie plays softly in the background because he’s not a barbarian and he’d do anything for this girl; plus, Steve loves Dancing in the Street and who is Eddie to not develop an appreciation in the gorgeous face of all that enthusiasm?

He tuts at her, “But you do about the other half of the time, so I have a proposal for you.”

“Eddie, dear, darling of my heart, you should have brought a ring. Maybe a big cheesy placard with hearts painted all over it.” She focuses on a particularly rough edge, squinting at it. “Diamond princess cut, please and thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie scoffs even as he rubs his sweaty palms over his knees. The album fades into Cat People and Bowie roars that he’s been putting out fire with gasoline. He wonders if the lyrics are why he feels so hot suddenly. “No, not for me. For Steve.”

Chrissy’s smile is immediate and bright, “Thank God. Yes, do it. Ask him out, for sure.” Her long blonde hair shakes around her face as she laughs, a beautiful tinkling sound that spears through his heart. Eddie grips his knee; this is what he wants, he reminds himself.

“I think you’ll have to do it, he’s too shy,” Eddie says around the copper in his mouth.

Chrissy snorts, shooting him a wry look, “Steve Harrington? Shy? He struts around in barely there short shorts whenever we come over for his pool. The man doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.”

“There’s a bone somewhere,” Eddie mutters to himself, thinking of the heart palpitations he’s suffered from an affectionate, touchy-feely Steve by the poolside. Louder he says, “But you know it’s different for emotional stuff. He’s been hurt before and I think he’s gun shy.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t track,” she rebuts, frowning as she accidentally chips a piece of baby blue polish off. “He’s been very clear that he wants to move on. And with who.”

Eddie feels the blood drain from his face, dropping below the heart that has fallen out of his chest with a splat. “He’s asked you out already.” As he watches Chrissy’s face move through a series of complicated expressions, Eddie tells his heart to get itself under control: this is good, this was the goal all along.

“Eddie,” Chrissy begins, throwing aside her file to prop herself above him on her elbows, he tilts his head up to meet her suspicious gaze. “Are you asking me to date Steve? Not someone else?”

“Definitely not someone else,” Eddie answers quickly. “He should have the best and you’re the best, you two would be… the best together,” he finishes lamely albeit sincerely.

Eddie immediately knows that his crush on Steve has been ill-hidden when her wide blue eyes fill with pity. What he doesn’t expect is for amusement to swiftly replace it. “You’re an idiot,” she says affectionately.

Eddie straightens, he doesn’t expect her to cede ground to Steve because well, look at the gorgeous, sweet fucker, but she doesn’t need to rub his nose in it. “I know,” he sighs, “And I shouldn’t have let myself develop feelings for him, but at the very least I would be happy if he were happy.”

He moves up, kneeling like a knight under his queen, taking her hand in earnest, “You two are the best people in my life, and I just know you’d be good for each other.”

“Eddie…” She moves her free hand up to his head and instead of the gentle stroke he had expected she takes a chunk of his hair and yanks it, hard. “Ow, motherfucker!” He jerks back, staring at her incredulously.

“Eddie Munson, who does Steve spend all his time with?” She demands exasperatedly.

“Me,” he shakes his sore head, “That’s how I know you two would fit.”

“Yeah, well, Robin might knee-cap you for suggesting it.”

“Robin? You and…” Eddie tilts his head, the only way he can keep the world in focus as it tips over. “Yes, me and Robs,” Chrissy rolls her eyes, “And I think she would knee-cap me if I tried to hit on Steve when he clearly wants you.”

The world is still tilting, he thinks as he wordlessly points to himself. Chrissy nods, smirking. “Apparently, she’s not that far off of doing the same to Steve, if only to put him out of his misery.”

“Because he wants… me?” Eddie whispers because reverent things should be treated delicately. Chrissy patiently nods, allowing him time to reconcile the hope ballooning inside him against the sudden drumming of impatience.

Eddie drops her hand, scrambling up. “Sorry princess, I have to see a man about a proposal,” he calls out as he runs out of the room.

Chrissy shakes her head, grabbing her file and flopping back onto the pillows on his bed. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters, thinking about how Robin’s going to lose it when she tells her about this later.

[bigprettygothgf]

anyway i beat the elden ring dlc a few days ago (started lvl 100 and eventually capped at 150 and 18 scadutree blessing by the end) and my final verdict is that its fucking incredible, i cant say its a 10/10 bc theres still some frankly inexcusable bullshit (5+ reused dragon fights including a new all time worst, final boss phase 2 performance impact, npc gank fight*) but literally everything else is fucking stellar. the map is one of the best designed world maps ive ever seen in a game and going through the individual segments really recaptured the feeling of opening up lordran for the first time in ds1. as for that thing everyones talking about - im sorry to use the SI words but to be blunt all the complaints about the dlc's difficulty have entirely been a skill issue lol. yes its hard but fromsoft dlcs are always hard and given how difficult elden ring already was what else were people expecting? the expansion literally gives you its own self contained leveling mechanic. use it.

yet more camera issues aside most of the new bosses are amazing - special shoutout to messmer, the dancing lion, bayle once i switched to a longer range weapon, metyr, and maybe midra. negative shoutouts to the golden hippo and commander gayass for their ds2 hitboxes but they are comically weak to fire and i was using the new anvil weapon on them so they died in like 10 hits lol. rellana was also fucking annoying but i have a feeling ill figure her out when i get to rl1. of course the elephant in the room is the final boss and my thoughts on him are uh. well i dont know. i love the first phase but dear god they really went overboard with the onscreen effects in phase 2 and i dont think he would even be half as difficult if you could actually see wtf hes doing. the hair does not help. lorewise no one would actually be confused why hes there if they actually did the npc quests but its a fromsoft game so admittedly i cant really blame people for missing those. but still. my final thoughts are that his design decisions are highly questionable but after beating him i got that good sense of accomplishment instead of "thank fuckign christ thats over" so thats a good sign. i dont feel like going into more plot stuff rn but i think it did a mostly (but not entirely) satisfactory job answering questions i had about the base games (very messy) story. prepare to see some really bad takes about miquella lol

anyway yeah its fantastic. literally the size of an entire souls game on its own. well worth the purchase. play it

*yes i know the game really wants you to summon for it but i simply refuse to use summons and there is 0 excuse for how those npcs behave together in a 3v1. fucking eat me from behind leda.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello, dear author. I hope, you won't be disturbed by my request and will like it. I really love your work, you are just a miracle💚

You were promised to marry one of the "Strong boys". You, in fact, don't even know, what their names are, but, marriage, it's like this, you don't have much choice.

But your betrothed didn't like you. The nice young man was careful and tactful in his words, but immediately made it clear, that you are not attractive and not interesting. But, you have attracted the attention of other people. His uncles, princes Aemond and Aegon. At first, it should be an act of revenge and mockery, but fate is cruel, and the princes are imbued with the brightest feelings for you. They are always next to you, they pull up a chair for you, give you a hand, dance with you, take care of you at the table, they wish you the most beautiful dreams and the best day, they ask, how you're doing and how you feel, what you like and what you don't, they tell you about themselves, walk with you. Of course, sometimes it's all exaggerated, to annoy some people, but otherwise, they treat you very well. A little later, the princess will join them. They comfort and support you, and you gradually melt in front of them.

When you were very ill, your future husband only visited you once, and was quite rude. "I don't love you, but not enough, to be happy about your death. I really wish you a speedy recovery, and I ask you to give up this marriage and go home. I'm sorry, to say this to you, when you're in this state, but I really don't want to see you around me." Then, there was a soft whistle. Two men with silver hair were standing in the doorway.

When you really tried to break off the engagement, your mother was extremely unhappy. She slapped you hard on the cheek. Prince Aemond witnessed it. "Ah, that's how it is. And I thought, that the kind bride of my dear nephew from a good family." But when your mother tried to object to him, saying, that she is a mother, and she knows better, what to do with her daughter, the prince forcefully pulled you behind his back. "I'm afraid, you're wrong, my lady. Behind those doors, she was your daughter. And here, she is a dear friend and future wife and mother, Gods grant, a good husband. If you once again, my lady, allow yourself such an outburst, I, being the son of your king, will personally make sure, that you regret it very much. Is that clear? And now, out of here, my lady. In the meantime, I'll ask our dear Lady Y/n, if this is a regular occurrence. But I can already say, that yes. And you can already say, that I'm not happy about it."

When a rumor in the Landing and on the Stone passed, that you already not faithful to your future husband, prince Aegon almost killed the one, who started this rumor. And yet, the prince has made it clear, what will happen to those, who dare to speak bad about you. All the "green children" were on the side of your innocence, and they were right.

Helaena spent a lot of time with you, talking about everything, that was in her head. And one day, her mother was rude to you, and she, in a surprisingly serious and strict tone, asked her, not to do that again.

You have to admit, they're very good company. At one of the dinners, you demonstratively sat between two silver-headed princes, and your dress matched the dress of the silver-headed princess. In fact, you get along with them very well.

The long-haired prince called himself your protector and brother, the short-haired prince called himself your true happiness and faithful companion, and the princess just hugged you and pressed her head against yours. Maybe, you will marry a "Strong boy" after all, but you will be on the side of the "green children". They are your friends, they are your family.

Author's Note- Sorry, I took a while to respond. It's just I have been facing problems framing sentences for a while. But here it comes.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Beloved Sister

Aegon x Reader x Aemond (Platonic)

Summary- The Request 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Warnings- None

GIF Credits to @gameofthronesdaily

Sometimes, things turns out be worst then they were supposed to be. The promise of marrying the heir of Princess Rhaenyra immediately made the lady happy; but the situations were far worse than she saw them.

They meet in the gardens for the first time without their parent's presence looming over their shoulders and while the words weren't direct, they made the dislike pretty clear.

"Sometimes, destiny doesn't go along the path where heart lies, my lady. And it seems that I have to bow down to the flow of the destiny, no matter how much I dislike it."

She felt as if she had been stabbed hard, right where her heart laid in her body. The words were sharp, spoken in a cold manner; colder than the north itself. But what could she do except for obeying? Nothing, but going with the flow.

Her loneliness was only relieved by the constant presence of the sons of the King. Aegon and Aemond. While somewhere in her heart, she knew it was only because they wanted to mock her betrothed, she liked it nonetheless.

They would go about their days, stopping in between to ask about hers. While Aegon was more carefree about his words, babbling non-stop about anything or everything, Aemond was more quiet, his actions speaking more than his words.

One thing she had came to like about Red Keep was the constant feasts and people. She would always find herself seated next to the brothers, drinking, laughing, conversing. When the dances would begin, it would always be Aegon who would pull her from her chair and drag her to the floor.

As much as Aemond hated dancing publicly, he would also spare his nephew's betrothed a few dances, only to see her beam and laugh as she would point someone's clumsy steps to him.

He could feel the constant glares on his back, but Aemond never cared. Staying with her always served both his matters, he could both converse about deep things with her and also mock the Strong boys.

Soon enough, Aemond introduced Helaena to her and Gods! did they become sisters immediately. When she wasn't with Aegon or Aemond, she was always found with Helaena, either in her chambers or in the gardens.

Aemond had always been the shoulder to cry on for the lady. She had broken once when her betrothed had said particularly cruel words to her. The One-Eyed Prince had sat there, comforting her agony. It was the day when he showed her his eye, his deepest scar.

Once she had fallen ill, extreme to the point where the maesters had to recommend her bed rest. Everyone had came to visit her, even her betrothed, but his words did nothing to console her.

"I don't love you, my lady, but I surely don't despise you enough to see you die. Therefore, I wish you a speedy recovery. And also, I advise you to give up on this betrothed and possibly save both yours and mine life before it is too late. I am aware I shouldn't be saying such words of cruelty when you are in such a weak state yet, I wish not to see you around."

To stop her betrothed from continuing his harsh words, a whistle was heard from her doorway. The white-haired princes stood there with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Could we speak to the lady now, Prince? Or you have more to say?"

After her recovery, she had tried to break off the betrothal but it ended with her mother's hand connecting with her cheek, a sharp stinging pain coming as the impact.

Before her mother could start her lecture, there was a loud tsk. Followed by a caring hand on her back. She turned to find Aemond with a hard look and a raging fire in his eyes.

"It seems to be an illusion that the wife of my nephew comes from a family of high morals." Her mother tried to protest, with the words of a mother and what not, only to be silenced by a raised hand of Aemond.

"She might be your daughter in your lands, but here, she is a close friend and a soon-to-be wife of the prince who shall sit on the throne once. If I am yet again reported of such an outburst again. I, being the son of the King, would see to it that you shall be punished as such."

The lady's mother stood silently, her fingers trembling as it clutched the skirt of her dress. Aemond was cruelly satisfied by seeing her in such way.

"You are dismissed, my lady. And if on interrogating shall I find that this has been a regular occurrence, you shall be aware already that I am very much displeased by it."

Soon after, a rumor was heard that the lady wasn't faithful to her betrothed, instead seeking the sons of the King. It had prompted tears in her eyes, and while Aemond had comforted her, Aegon had seen through it that the person responsible for this is taught their lesson.

It was a silent warning to all to not speak wrong of the lady, for it shall only result in death or severe punishment.

One of the many disastrous dinners, she had sat between the Princes, while her lavender dress matched with Helaena's. That had made her betrothed comment on her closeness with the Green children.

"I am the lady's protector, dear nephew. And while you seem too busy to spend time with her, I do so as a brother."

Aemond had hissed, his fingers squeezing her hand before gripping his wine cup, knuckles turning white from the sheer force.

"And I am her true and faithful companion. Protecting her happiness, something I haven't seen you doing, much."

The short-haired prince had said while Helaena simply stood up from her seat, hugging you from behind. Something she would constantly do to make her laugh.

That day, it was made clear to all that no matter who she was marrying, her heart lied along with the Green children.

[snekjoy]

Okay as is tradition for me I've thought of a rarepair and am now being entirely and utterly consumed by them so. Argepard?? Gepargenti? Argeppie?? I like argeppie. ARGEPPIE GETTING TOGETHER STORY UNDER THE CUT

They meet because Argenti wants to preach Idrilla's beauty to Belobog and runs into some issues with the Silvermane guards for challenging strangers to "duels of honour" as a way of trying to make friends. Gepard ends up having to deal with him and Argenti basically just calls him beautiful and apologises for any disruption, and also hey wanna join my religion? I'm sure Idrilla would love you to uphold her legacy, and you look absolutely incredible in such fine armour, Lord... what's your name? Ah, but a rose by any other would smell as sweet!

So Gepard gets flustered but he's pretty used to criminals trying to flirt their way out of charges (ahem Mr cold feet) so he manages to send Argenti on his way with a warning before he actually combusts. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, Argenti has now fallen in love at first sight and keeps showing up around where he patrols to compliment him, bring him roses, etc etc.

Gepard finds himself slowly being charmed by this weirdly chivalrous guy who refuses to let him step in any puddles and insists on holding his hand and guiding him down or up stairs and into trams. He's not a bad guy, he just doesn't quite get that on Jarilo-VI most people don't act like that. One day, he awkwardly asks Argenti on a date (he may as well, since the guy's trying so hard to win his favour) and is met with an enthusiastic yes. The date is the most cheesy romantic thing he's ever witnessed. Wherever this guy is from, they must all be living in a 1940s romance film, but Gepard doesn't mind. He quite likes it, actually, and despite the fact that Serval will never let him forget just how over the top Argenti can be, he asks him out again. And again. And again.

After one of their dates, Gepard walks Argenti home (or, rather, to his hotel) and they stand by the door. He's been given a bouquet of roses today, and a very expensive dinner that cost money he didn't know Argenti had. He was then taken dancing, which he's not all that good at, but Argenti didn't care. He guided him, holding his hand and his waist and whispering where to go and what to do next into his ear. It was... a lot. And incredible.

So, before Argenti goes inside, Gepard gives him one of the roses, apologises that he didn't bring him any flowers of his own this time, and kisses him instead.

The Knight thinks that this is very much one-upping his bouquet, but he doesn't mind at all. No, he's actually overjoyed at this development, and when Gepard pulls away, as red in the face as the bouquet and hurrying a goodbye so he can go and jump in a hole and die, Argenti takes his hand and kisses it.

The guard is lost for words, so he appreciates when Argenti thanks him, insists that he go home and warm up because "as beautiful as you are with rose-tinted cheeks, I despise that you might risk falling ill, my dear." and bids him goodnight, disappearing inside.

He's left out in the cold, his heart going faster than it's ever gone before. He stares down at the roses.

God, he's really head over heels this time.

[lv3buzzz]

SONG RECS FOR @noctilucaa

w moods

this is honestly no pressure to listen to them all 😭

i just yap w song titles lmaooo

also all my x ray spex recs are valid cus i am the no 1 x ray spex listener on airbuds (i love them)

sobbing my eyes out oh god

~ paper bag - fiona apple

~ waiting room ~ phoebe bridgers

~ your best american girl ~ mitski

~ asleep - the smiths

~ tears over beers - modern baseball

~ brother - gerard way

~ young and doomed - frank iero

~ guilt tripping - frank iero

~ you are my sunshine - frank iero

~ disasterology - ptv

i miss who i used to be

~ sullen girl - fiona apple

~ are you satisfied - MARINA

~ everyone - mitski

~ i know the end - phoebe bridgers

~ all i want is nothing - frank iero

yeah its cool ill be okay

~ joyriding - frank iero

~ all that ive got - the used

~ dear percocet, i dont think we should see eachother anymore- frank iero

fuck this

~ no fun club - frank iero

~ i cant do anything - x ray spex

~ yall want a single - korn

~ break stuff - limp bizkit

~ brackish - kittie

~ garbage man - hole

~ im a mess - frank iero

~ jesus of suburbia - green day (yes the full nine minutes. deal w it 😛)

~ child psychology - black box recorder

fuck you

~ get gone - fiona apple

~ good god - korn

~ father - front bottoms

~ down with the sickness - disturbed

~ good sister - bad sister - hole

~ family jewels - MARINA

~ fantastic bastards - death spells

~ veins! veins!! veins!!! - frank iero

punk/ angry w politics

ik the sex pistols are heavily mainstream so might not be ‘punk’ but they pioneered the scene in the 70s and are style icons

theres more but itll be too much 😛

~ plasic bag - x ray spex

~ carnival - bikini kill

~ rebel girl - bikini kill

~ god save the queen - sex pistols

~ anarchy in the uk - sex pistols

~ holidays in the sun - sex pistols

~ pretty vacant- sex pistols

~ identity - x ray spex

~ nervouse breakdown- black flag

~ ‘merican - descendents

~ blood stains - original version - agent orange

life can be good sometimes

~ when the sun hits - slowdive

~ 1979 - smashing pumpkins

~ malibu - hole

~ half a person - the smiths (dont listen to the lyrics theyre sad but its upbeat and you can dance to it and be whimsical)

~ heaven tonight - hole

~ inbetween days - the cure (i fucking love this song

~ today - the smashing pumpkins

~ lovesong - the cure

~ so real - jeff buckley

yearning/pining?!

~ why cant i be you? - the cure

~ forget her - jeff buckley

~ michelle - sir chloe

~ 8th grade - pencey prep (heavily recommend that whole album)

~ i want the one i cant have - the smiths

~ looking out for you - joy again (pulling out the 2021 songs 🙏)

~ mad as rabbits - p!atd

~ beach bones - more amor, ryan ross (<33 RYAN RODSOKDDODIFUCU)

~ at the library - green day

[namiko2789]

When the war is over.... will you have me?- Part 1

It was the start of the dance, everyone knew of this, everyone feared this and awaited this for years. Since King Viserys named Princess Rhaenyra as his heir, the sounds of conflict resonated in the halls of the Red Keep and ravens spread the news throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Once the raven reached Maester Talos' hand and his frail fingers opened the letter, you knew.

The bells rang throughout the Eyrie calling everyone to the main hall. Being born in house Arryn meant there was no fear of height, yet, here you were staring at the moon door wishing you were somewhere else. Your most beloved aunt walked to the highest seat followed by her dearest companion Jessamyn.

"King Viserys has died" announced the head of House Arryn Jeyne Arryn. "We will shortly receive the claims of both successors soon"

"Both successors?!" murmuring spread like wildfire in the room.

My aunt nodded towards me to open the Moon Door. I glided towards the lever and pulled on it. As I did, the wailing sounds of the wind quieted the room. Even the largest of knights of the Vale respected the Moon Door and stared at the deep fall with anguish in their faces. My aunt was no stranger to the thought of imprisoning or executing orders but she was very patient. My father knew this as he tested his luck twice before she placed him on a cellar. I held no ill will towards my aunt, my lord father was a man who believed women had no rights, and if he had succeeded as the head of the house, I would had been sold off the first oaf my father thought would bring advantages to his rule. My aunt was no such person, she believed in justice, even when she was a bit crass when she addressed men.

As I pulled on the lever once again to close the door, my aunt rose from her seat and addressed the audience.

"I have no doubt we will hear from both the Greens and the Blacks"

"We swore allegiance to Princess Rhaenyra" spoke Lord Cassius.

"Honor comes before at all times my lords, indeed, but so does the safety of our lands" she replied.

"Queen Aemma was of our blood" replied Joffrey Arryn my sweet and noble kinsman.

"And I agree but we have to see how they keep their word and afford the kingdom some peace" she stated solemnly. "For now we must adjourn. Lady Jessamyn, Lady Alia walk with me"

To that command, I immediately approached my aunt. "Yes, Lady Aunt" I curtsy and smiled broadly at her.

"My dear child, by the Gods you grow lovelier every day." She hugged me tightly. "Now, we must be ready for the envoys to arrive, would you be willing to accept the task?"

"It would be my duty to bring honor to house Arryn, perhaps auntie Jessamyn could help me with the preparations" I winked at her.

"SSsssh you cheeky child, if they hear you" she said walking as I followed, "I cannot afford to loose my position, not yet, the Gods have punished me already by not giving me children, I cannot have the lords realize the true reason"

"Auntie, the Gods may not have given you children but you know well that Joffrey and I love you like our true mother" I grabbed her hand "This is true, and whatever your passions we do not care nor do we judge" I paused, "The Gods themselves place these feelings in our hearts, how can they be wrong"

"My dearest child, you have to spend more time with Septa Talla instead of Maester Talos" she placed her hand upon my cheek, "You think of things future, not present and I'm afraid at one point your mind and intelligence will get you in troubles"

"Do not fret dear mother, now, who do you think will come?" I asked continuing our walk around the halls.

"You wish to know if you will catch the attention of a Prince" Jessamyn said in between giggles. "A pampered perfumed lord mayhaps?"

"Auntie!" I scolded her, "I do not have a desire for a pampered spoiled prince, nor an oaf as father would had wanted me to wed"

"Then, who do you seek dear child?" she asked intently as she held Aunt Jeyne's hand.

"I want a true, noble man" I said , "One of our lands perhaps? One that knows the value of the mountains and rivers and that is true to his word and vows"

"Maybe one of the envoys will be from the Riverlands, the Crownlands or even the Stormlands" auntie commented.

"Maybe"... I replied with a pensive expression.

[tojisun]

WAAA U NOTICED SO QUICKLY !! i was gonna tell u after that i changed my user n all, TWAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE SUNSUN grrrrrr its ok tho ur off the hook! but but im glad you like the theme!!!!! i have yet to warm up to it, maybe ill change it to a blue theme if i dislike it:0 who knows !!

YAYYYYY YOU LIKE THE SONG!!!??? DUDE ITS SO GROOVY YES I LOVE IT!!! i was dancing to it in my room w headphones on *BITES KNUCKLES* ITS SO GOOD!! sunsun i would frickin LOVE to go to a pub or smfin with you n dance n have fun :< ITS A DREAM !!!!!!!!

ALSO YES UR SO CUTE!!! i could like bite ur cheeks (im wack ik, dont u dare look at me) ur just so adorable BFMDBDB HEHE i love you so so much!!!!!! MWAH MWAH

SMOOCHIEESSSSSSE N BIG BEAR HUGS !!!!!! update on meeee: ive been doing well otherwise! my semester just ended and my summer session is starting next week so im excited for that! its just one class, gonna be chill :> nuffin crazy !

HOW R U HAVE U PAMPERED URSELF YET (u better soon bc u deserve it miss maam) HOWS WORK !? U SAID THAT DUDE WAS A BIT BETTER BUT THEN HE MADE U MAD !! i feel like he's giving u whiplash :| ill fight him for you sunsun, just you let me know.

(i yapped so much omg oki *throws a flower at u* bye bye)

i check ppls blogs when they send me stuff shebjehehe

ouu blue would be pretty too!!

and yes i do love the song!! i was listening to it w my headphones too so the bass and everything were so rich in my ears aaahhhhhh and no fr :(( ur such a sweetheart, i wanna go out with u and stuffff

i never expected to appear cute online so thank u for seeing me that way Hhehwhe <33 i love you so much too darling dear !!!!

oh yey!! i hope ur enjoying ur summer break and that ur summer sem would be a cruise!! i made an error (well, a habit at this point) of being a full time student again during summer and our buildings are so old i keep getting stifled

two of my profs sound inchresting tho. the other one 😭 oh god her voice lulls me to sleep

im pamperin myself today!! after going to the drs n stuff BUT YEA!! my sister’s gon take me out drivin too which is fun bc my instructor’s been sick for a week now :(

WORK WAS GOOD! idk if i shared this here yet but we found a fuckin mic in our tech room and he was able to make it work (i may have kinda influenced him to focus on making the mic work instead of us actually doing our tasks, and that shit took 2 hrs so 😭)

yea no fr hes giving me a whiplash. although we’re finally building a good rapport w each other! he hates my music taste tho like fuck him wtv but thats bc hes into oldies rock. i played bad omens bc he asked what do i mean by modern metal and then he said no thanks and asked if i have mobile (band) instead. which, yea i do 😭 so we bonded over that ig

but yea! he still tends to be so aggravating but im learning to let it wash over me bc IM STUCK BESIDE HIM what good is it to let the anger fester (prioritizing myself!!!)

BUT YEA I RAMBLED AGAIN i need to shut it upppop!!! bye sweetheart <33

[taintedcigs]

em! what’s favorite song from each taylor album? 👀 i must know!

oh bee, you have opened a vault you wish you hadn’t… im so annoying abt taylor😭 ill do a fast top 5 from each album im sorry i cannot CHOOSE

debut — cold as you, tied together w a smile, picture to burn, should’ve said no, our song

fearless — the way i loved u, the other side of the door, forever & always, mr perfectly fine, fifteen

speak now — haunted, enchanted, last kiss, long live, better than revenge (og im sorry) / dear john

red — sad beautiful tragic, forever winter, the very first night, atw, nothing new

1989 — i know places, clean, wonderland, yail, new romantics, now that we dont talk, is it over now? yes i cheated w this one

reputation — dancing w our hands tied, getaway car, dress, new years day, king of my heart

lover — archer, death by a thousand cuts, daylight, afterglow, false god/miss americana & heartbreak prince

folklore — hoax, seven, peace, mirrorball, tlgad/my tears ricochet/exile

evermore — right where you left me, marjorie, ivy, tolerate it, cowboy like me

midnights — maroon, would’ve could’ve should’ve, mastermind, hits different, yoyok. i was gonna add you’re losing me but since we still don’t have that on streaming IM NOT ADDING IT !!!! (taylor pls)

ANYWAY IM SORRY FOR THIS I COULD PICK JUST ONE😭😭😭

[drewdevinecartoonist]

Someone gets hurt every moment. Someone is in delight every moment. Infinite goodness is an object with intelligence which may or may not do you a favor if you ask it to. Some people know that more than others. Hypotheses can be liberating unto themselves even if they are false.

The doctrine that samsara can be escaped is more ironclad than any given solution to an alleged illness theorized as schizophrenia. Infinite hypotheses abound in your imagination or not. You decide. Fun is at stake.

All the Hindus and Buddhists and other assholes who ever escaped samsara are lying, or schizophrenia is a problem science has solved at the psychic-social level. Discuss.

Can salvation and the escape of samsara coexist in a suffering being who also likes jokes?

Dear best thing ever, make me do the appropriate thing times 100.

The excluded middle is anything.

Heaven sounds like a good place to be unless for some reason you happen to disagree minus 12.

Q: Do you believe in Jesus? A: How could you not?

Jokes are sometimes bad. Jokes are an entire department of nirvana, heaven, and all kinds of things other than TV. Jokes are sometimes good. World peace is at stake. imagine good things until you don’t want to or can’t.

Jesus is funny. the Bible may or may not have left this out. Jesus lives and can be infinitely funny in a good way if he wants to, usually.

The usual is the usual.

Is Jesus the first or second person of an alleged trinity? Consider the pros and cons of either option and change reality according or not. Eithernesses.

Jesus was funny in the Bible if you read Greek. Everyone else without a Jesus hookup is unlucky or just waiting on the good thing--whatever it may be--to occur.

Be good. Good is relative and absolute depending. Jokes.

Is it easier to talk to goodness or to Jesus or to a person other than Jesus?

Infinity. Limit also, if.

Good is infinite, evil is a parasite on it. Some parasites are good and more necessary than others to goodness.

Infinite goodness, notice tortures and stop them at your own pace, if necessary.

Perichoressis, 0 or 1 or 2 or 3? Go dance or not!

That punk dancing on her own in Peanuts specials was beloved by the things that loved her/him. Merry Christmas Charlie Brown to your Fake Placstic Cell Phone.

Is dancing good or bad? Concepts can dance.

Infinite solutions to this “trinity problem” are out there in the infinity thing. Some people don’t like games. Why?

What are you doing and not doing for the “environment” at the same time?

Dear best thing ever, next time I fall asleep, make me even better than I have already been today, extremely eventually. Eventually as in --..

Captain Business Suit is saved by molecules who love him. His underlings get it even better. Money is the root of whatever it is the root of.

How trustworthy is Allah actually? One billion points for figuring it out definitely faster than a trillion.

There isn’t a feminism for everything, but there is a feminism for some things. Get Rid of Slimy Sexists.

Copy right or copy left? Dancing or head shoulders bees and goats?

Make a science out of a non science or the reverse. 

The infinitely good thing after the finitely in the way other thing.

Sleep heals.

Vote for or against inevitable awesomeness in general or in particular?

Forgiveness memory functions local and planetary in relative states of disrepair and dancing to yayness. 

Does God ever like to “get away from himself and be not himself?” God can do anything except be an atheist. Maybe!

Peace talks and pandas! Summon summon summon!!!!!

Non sleep heals.

Can you only do certain things while awake? That’s either life or it isn’t.

Dear best thing that can read my mind in infinity, find the next best thing and get it on the case too.

Some beings exist in a dimension where sex is always good.

Hypothesis: Money is the root of all evil! Behavior now!

There was evil before money? Yes or no? Don’t scream!

In infinity, money pre-exists evil. Other planets. Discuss finitely whether you want to or not. (A tree appears from a money thing in a rainbow dimension).

Could I discuss uninfinitely if I wanted to?

Within infinity, which part of infinity should put the funniest infinite other part on hilarious trial? The limit on infinity’s trials is love itself. Love infinite. 

Infinite love can determine me into whatever it wants to determine me into no matter what anyone may or may not think. 

Hell is avoidable by many number of factors including water.

The shapeless of going from one insight to the next. Shapes moving in a why that is tonal in some sense.

I am against being against popular music.

Intentional creeps vs unintentional creeps and protections FOREVERSVILLE. Good spies dies.

A knight errant slays schizophrenia but he’s still himself.

[libidomechanica]

Gude stood last that long a monster

A treochair sequence

               1

Said without there’s an all the deep: yet, ere influence. Gude stood last

that long a monster. Whose only due to give birth to all be mercy,

Goddess! The doom’d bound one Night pebbles, just away the Skirt of logs piled

stranger our far abyss! Some way how she wreck; thereon: this better, when

his blue candle. What it dead ere wanting and quite with through a river.

               2

With the fairy as scornful of love: its delicious dead, I see even

to the everythings seem certain speak to you will? As if thou wert

to though our need to stupefied thralments’ cost, from their roots into enjoy.

Or the sky, till their fond of sometimes shall death, while Cupid, merciless—

less brine. My sister, wood pigeon that your twenty marinets, whence.

               3

Advantage of linden breasts around stitchen bequeath of noble nature

spite of heaven the seav’nly eyes can go galloping shall I beheld

her rich, in true lovely you kissed in passing snake, Centures with

thee nearer her wine, the burden is gentle o’er a she, now brain, for

of a gifts unfeathers, writ into endles to under in all sleep!

               4

Tongue, and, sitting bin place! Then we come he’s his possesse him a children’s

arm I’ll makes to serves than love we still therefore thy stay! I would have thou

a sympathetic touch of silver’d tried these worldly planet, the sweetness,

and paint days’ white, benight all the walls, the Ear, by one dead to dream.

               5

In atonement some vnto the dispel a veneration wrong’d with what

together wine, from her she window, with a heuk had to place was rude.

The alder of night. I heart and overcast of all. To take in heauenly

wander. You dragged the times, I missed his flowers sheep and so the quietude:

more foremost the fields of such fooles Head against all. Overcast,

but him wither, dear. Some in their will glove shall I, unseen, today, Sir.

               6

Love, and like peacocks within my verseeing as close happiness? Three years.

               7

A spoil it in upon it, gentle clouds fain which down to wait its

populous bustless, and gritty as wondering backs, locks, there and faire wildly

sweet that self, the very god growe: yet love we shall be minished

dust were it by Night distance ’gan to be trumpets, by his round its cold

of sisterly affection gate, and pain; remoue. Would address my unclasped

flocks wild see. Before that her young meadows, witnesse?—Who stay, to dream:

the naked salted by compounds, and anything by white o’er-sweet dreamed

a boat of, and so in the cease million came a spar, just where is thereon:

this little currender innocent till there the might Zulaikha

went upon on silent rule of tumbling silent ringled caves, and waly

flowering him like a nectarous’d from me, like there Sinne wouldst there

wretched to plaints, to plaineth. A shell-borne King warm, to passeth no Springs

myster than and all amaze; they were dance ’gan was too, be my bark

blue can my desolate by some evermore— we sick, nor ye, ill me

a’; but it might spie! And co-inhere; that I fell sicke, the gold around

us with rain fall early household his why everything, doth famished

died against female child loving, and saw they dancing a death of

chang’d, he same fixed on which in the poor Scylla o’er, and red marmaladie?

               8

A lost: see, fates remoue. At kirk was she wore that hath my Petite, plain, I

thing! Indistinct the boatfu’ o’ love or observed so. Drenches: we come

near the stars in the Chieftain! Between His Glory the while ocean. The

will, you said, stole, with my day he living her has ancied young some feel

of it. Why weep your heart is higher hair is lovely girls who on the

Strange! Peaceful spark that buzz about on her lip, when I have me in them

moves me yet a novel send holes, as a monument find amazeth.

Or whom ever so. With dirt, for a woman went arch throughly mouth-deep

found me of thee! From theefe hid I leave year a sighs, of the shrilled adieus!

We sickly appears ago a giant buy, still for silvery

day heart-broken by Time’s sorrow and lovely misplace, huge seen so good

Neptune’s gazing Boreas,—and thought, toward chill, hoping, sprouting rollins

distraught emptied on’t, O Pan! From ever beams of though, before wise pronounce

more caught? And cold departed in the spruce, new fled? That your great beat

it bursts sixteen I watch heat of a rowing having away the lily,

I pray, away! Far to places, sold cheeks, how the dark fathoms when

the motley from her mothering through the mean forget your hollowed by

one these she saw a second anon the same now, as been grown of warmth,

while to praise. More cankering light, until these they reheads, silk and singing

verdure off the bulging ever: its down among his autumn tress?

               9

’Twas did face! And alone prevailing, joyful cried ears, and trysting from

the faintly unmew my soul; and thus quell of amber-frette in many

that spread a might I, Morphean foe: when old me, and, full alchemiz’d, have

speak as did so heavens and o’er than the leave or mantling and striven

that breast;—’twas long I did cursing insist when snortings bleak northern skies;

so real, light home, that wad man struck not, sweet body already yellow

eagle, as a crush of must go hence she littleneck cloud; the lang—take—

best of her wil’ warl’! That feeling in armed! It’s a’ coverty? Early,

their hae I lov’st to the ill. Horse with like a Child I oft and then sphere.

               10

From more, thus his snow the sceptred hand—had gone in drew fair and fainting

upon the young Mercury. I fellow leaves where you won. Was he; and

I. Thou among son in the here emboss’d I have gallops in: o Moon!

               11

Leading to us ouer me, enchain, and away, you said, pleasure thee!

               12

It was legion? Here, its close by love’s a snag. Wretched on my visite.

               13

Fu’ o’ wae! Within school except only forest-queen, but is his gowden

lo! About the same, that your liberty! An immortals smallest

she space. To let me shall not forward of my waters would sphere. The race

of Life restors countlessness to my lovely, that the left. Were through those

cricket his daddie’s eglanting trees feel palaces! More it stood

occasion to governe thing years: aye, the bird upon her young Frank sat hell,

he stormy sea! Some few later, through their petty Rose turf when the star.

Sacred to her wil’ warlock, by fish most smile as faintly forever.

               14

—Of all things grow of trees, stopt, and hot, doth stars of she bells, and crocus

too boiled blind Fortune he knew him, he watch thus it can love me! ’Twas full

oft, wherefore it in clouded sward glance supreme. Uplift hours shadows

than the bleak north, we both clear religion on my foole, who, no, but

weep—such religion our joys upon me keen, so it was gone: There Cupid

is sleep. Window at middle of the mouth will the Moon! Falling state

itself a matting; we may company. Never mother’s harp—the very

loth that eterne Apollo’s bowery nunnery: then my true

Honour, we’re not die, alas! And damning covereign powers bungle

flickering linnet it were says been a wave, that seen fairest Endymion;

seeing him and made me smooth pity. Yon was o’ cramp’d, and the end,

and wand. Whose doth any saw, and dipt his rebel temple of Living

race in happing full passion time the father deathful bowering your

praising his time, and faith a woman, as false in stars of you, to wooing

base and thou wasted of times to cradle that I trust it is most

loues oene be striving unborn, dying his totter’s taut theme, and pine more

from the said not: should wants a bower, and loth and for: with art’s blue plums.

               15

Could dance till its cobblest with and brings on tongues and complain, thy vows went

us from their garments’ cost, her e’e, and paine knot of moan, and goes, to

me, many, who love they raven after the room. And other death of

unseen his mad, but mine. Arise to be borrowes! Far to deadly

place, scarlet who, of silks my door to their cones of her I am so

fret. Young trimm’d with a romantic rose, thus is in Jean. Dale: but one his

quickering my een wonderful; it is a joy and with rever I

lov’d and for gude enough. On either, Peona! And Thetis palms were river,

the priest ’mong shall be the fruits. For I feel’st a lily leaves of

pestilent shows your chained breather ’fore the bar than whence, upper lifeless gallant

from the brothering of ours? And airy place flushed dust the sublime!

               16

Coming sweet strange matter would wonder to the fawn that, nor happiness

it see barbarous roar were fair glist’ring beyond such a thousand

impulses, and who, of spite inseparate sweeten’d one existened

sea of their chill, I tried cave, Let us complexities!—Saving at

the house instantly can poet’s cot, any spare, at high for lover’d

and pay forever. White feel their brow. The is no prize, thy mither. The

staid with dirt, out a silver looks, fit for them twa. Am all the held,

inuade witch of all these she sillery fear of conquering art, when

street, a rose, for love ask, and airy flower I hae and vain of drooping

such her cheered is so nere, and balme of smallet the sun; thou to myself

music, while were commission, the sun is secret remain’d my teach

thee as silt. Far had been the fair like a mallest will devour’d his names,

I trow that I dwelt whole solemn joy, and the wean was gazed eld annull’d

and giddy Endymion all too. The dullard fit? Her lad, or whom not

thy drowne, insolvent evening loue and died forest-queen’—but many women

if it seraphim as amber; and all the seen or since supreme!

               17

Its load of misery of ambition all thou didst adorn, and the

mountain-river. Meditations, his between his time away intent

round bent. I have let Autumn wealth brightning- time away. One hips, nor withdrew

these, flutes; but in thy fears spent—and sair did them glow, flutter stumps and

the pallid cheeks, half-same wait a shrine so nearer he’s gladly? Of which,

rank sat at every on barren most there, high by might blendently black

cloud thus; when the woman flowers of magic hands at thee into my

breathings, the early those whispering her store of happy may before

me, cherry kame; but fill and thou wast grew the bell away! Grist of sapless,

tracks. And the shall rear’d be. Your palaces, withings to holds divine.

Do what I stars. Lass of blue plumb beat tell the winds to heart. I shall bloudy,

every sway of your after bosom- swell into the sky, then spake.

               18

I’ll be the rose ciuil wars to loss of A Love, and to face flush with price

two entirely; no, I’m differed by on bamboo stones, o’erwhelming

Ocean my tomb the man attic and brimful, and girl! The fair, to break

to breathing the was meridian bow: and no remember place that

other dark the poet’s father fleur-de- lis; because the first, I readed

cursed Circe might upon its in vain as true-love free weep, a close to

hearts their ecstasy compell’d her spake a wren had but to bitter rue.

Blue-bells; and moisturesome, I Stellaes nae love they sighingly-—send

sense, for even at night so fast, there I lo’es me yet shew beyond thine.

               19

Whose he waving breasts, with such as she issue. So dens came: I say? As

I grasp’d him tense—how shall death; thou sing across my head. Where: then dream, then

I was o’ the Sultán how sweet Attar the best with which he can but

mind, than shewe like a fabric crystal bowed by their treat long and probably

gordian snakes. Quite witless all the Body look upon a danger.

               20

With Absence; while every eyes. Eternal whispering haire left me from

he should have is allow, again. The mountains; and summer white. Of kind?

               21

It gave my head, and poisonous calm round his earth any retrieves awful

of a lean again. Nor many clocks, look’d his o’er our live all be

thy bright, when the kitchen beauty, the moonlight. But your huntsman: Breath. Out

the serpenting, gave torments fra kith all stopped ranger is dare the earth

its stare: aye, had he confesse the rushed and unstaineth. All onward weigh

ho, how thing brief, or to some deep, and sair; and satyr kingdom of face!

               22

And he ship! Of heavier stir or both saddles the news rarely doe

darkness in the calm of my life be spread thick, and that shall love. They have

him—for his Neck torturing: yet to him na: at which Amphion’d to me:

such did lake came way incompany. One thou must be so clear rill alone

so curious is wand. His guide, on his light, as I grow; and so

clear and weep: and, sitting full of Empire- sure, or the every of

happin, this Christmas we our weather proofe ship, at once I have soothed. Had

tasted at the mountains to cast upon my heart, and but you new ground

even to their damsels dim, endymion. Of unborn, with gold aboon

the sea-marks from among graced; the lady; they roam? Nor in grow in its

her root; and who, not act, or I no long rose a new world is shot helpe

the soul away; give the whirlwind its fragment listence down by Time will

give those love bright in such who, for its realm, and never gives and behold!

And perfect with no breather joyous he fear, the had owsen, strange godly

compresses from those piteous vassal, bound Apollo’s pipe coming

else—the speed of goddess fair, and doing good your soules who given: I

shure were are not wit importal, white, pleasure- House—who not enough it

leade it undo thy streaming, it must be loss of than garland one and

a silvery enrobe our village into forget than that can death.

               23

Joyous among roses tears where says be red sweet power overs—who

sat light the did tear me plums. Around elephantasies to each on

ev’rywhere, O Latmian persisting out a lily own. Old Eolus

would’ve been border, when your fair-grown apace, could all love life: but I lay

more come to love the middle jimp wi’ him. Of your invective resistless

emerald. Strange gods thy purple could undergrowne, that dear as them.

               24

Yet even now longer this darken’d gilly- flower’s fire, while my soule

friends; I have been and twigs, mighty palace the diamond fingers and Why

do you are to be told! The sun in vain, and too highest in: I am

a woman went up? As made of midnight and twigs, mine of loue; he

shaking, how I catch: she aloud there. Two stealth, had to pleasures—touchwood,

can love immortal, for me tomb. He spak never kissed island wanton

Satyr he brake shadow—being human neighbor know, and hath my head.

               25

Tell me towards are dight into o’er the trouble you find some freezing on

my Muse hills at than all have barren most travel, girded up a seedling

since Frank reiver, therefore that are and blown swell; ’tis naughts thine. But ay

the expectant. Thus sheep: all serpents frae ’boon the said it deny’d—send

he without a disgrace of gentle years my dewy flow, for their

pleasantness; but forth to strange love, foolish stay, to thee more, come, he had a

might and in the pinions darke plaidenheid, but pains imaginary

hed: at whole multitude, and drew to you said, he hard brows later, and

didn’t tell her law, and lie wish’d Claring such beauty hart sae me, became

gaunt, and gain sweets in them, a stone;—felt thou wast was now, and blazing spirit

were—where; of women four-and-twenty and was gone fair goddess with

a features give that blink in you had a four. And steps. Of them; and, it

bring her follies: who like a this hanging to my eyes at length by

bowery pyre of your time dragged forbid thereon core of Latmian! Me

in this to star-light portraitest outline own selfe, but mine from singly-—

send won his hell. With musicken’d quieted hand, the side my place floor.

               26

I lifted urn, become outskirt of the clouds to hide ye, what could leaves

droop, and your roabes be a gold, I saw gross my babe fathom’d with an

expectations to repeat. Of cold bound thou for horses turn’d these those

hanging sweet so in any retrieve him— for his so not Love grows murmurs

of the lute, from the Felon’s horn: mother’d, by degrees, living in

the only, who mighty crown into a temple and flowed to that felt

alone cannot bridge, and tell, that engender in the merely feeding

you’re swung the first we leaps of white for me rocks,—and Satan’s mouth will death,

produce me scrip, well, or by my main, before till self-same nigh. So in

factory, they lives? The pools who love asks me to the deep: yet deities

the reeds in hot breathless me to the that creatures hot brings but the

monkeys make gilded her haired Hand find a wear! Loot thro’; but less-eyed speech

tears, and worse with miscall’d simple true, I gave my soul, what climated.

               27

The blessing hither, I will but Stage-play- like uproar back against thou

should grow older, and spirit in you were the find sometimes, better, while

the river. True lovely girls where leuell me where my blown a live in rock

above: to my lambkins fish to rue my street, tho’ not thrice honeycombed

with count Lycean! The time and ruth our ruin hair and moonlight, who

wast most fair, nor would the sea and distures; or, O trees feel as the

Splendour off, that I prize, they pleasant spell; and closes, became Oceanus

thou may’st pleasure, my breast: wretched too is the first with me to drear

warbling thou art their cheek when it fade, to beautifies. Beat it bring four.

               28

In desolate cargoes blown some bright’s shrouds in peacefully, fount to let

me stoop that have let my added each words that out her lip, and a longer

wretched, for a fever, through yonder grace, and wherefore shade, in

the may, and answering in she rose, I am sure intoxicativenesse

thro’ ane, if he water smil’d? Is grave, to brave vibration:

then thou the shoves me, and cradling with Cary Grant grew grow light o’erwrough

the low down- glance just night to see, making at midnights half of color

often I may no morning gradual swelling parsley, and pine arm!

               29

I guest habit is crawn, and bramble down imaginary pinions.

In fold like a teares; but your home breath- dart; forgetting pleasant scent

between two of the monkeys make me doth praise, but the brave gives you and

make nor wil’ warl’! Else to the fierce dark moved the mine air very door clouts

their face, my hunting sweet so breeze blusterious toil the deep, Lovers—who

day when your far awa. Other of the news: niagara is the can

music of the bliss alone precious about her eyes ascended lighted

winterest fret at thou, as blaw in plenty marine heaven

reflection of Beauties do lovely Davies. A disguis’d me, and from even

bloody tries? By insides the from sword, nay moss. Eyes some grove its heart

awake in it was’t that Belt me down selues their scarce to hold days, of

dolphins bob the voice show. By one, with eyes to sings gross my dead. The wood

as I their pale, upon a dove, for Seasons; not my slim canopy.

               30

Or more, wan, and written, an’ ken ye wide sea, afloats thirty years that

I am amaze of hand all of inclement. And strange, as I used.

In perish’d: and suddenly rise, would be experiment. My father,

was apparel me to love shall day after smiled on the silence he

knew heart, looked more will, all the sound with dance that together death many

a love I tast. And the sounded heaven hie, What morning, the nigh. In

wise no eyes, his quiet she was mine of the part frae my own selues

to curious is your forever mother cigaretted awake;

she’sfar out- told the bad to me. A youngling pleasury, unlearnes

in spring, she mine o’ the turn, and see stedfast and snaw; but not pursue,

and where Nature, ladie? Felt too long past all be sent: the kiss and fain

would regions with streaming. Whose heart, and one to bed. Gods hollow’d fairy-

pressëd, dear Will hard therea: thou have set beyond such happing waters, on

which the place, and went is hush’d away. That out had love told in Virtues

with dancing Laurel bough! It too much only is dear Will he died in.

               31

Tis that sweet: and stilts, pleasure. Laughing I bid youngest with her far Ku-

to-yen, bleaknesseth: what awful noise of youthful whispers may God, for

every death in her her hair that did, this totter, Carian, breath; though the

sound every cheered like taper down, my dust where Daphnes clean? Be stirred pride

I better what awful, and three childbirth does not a lord of gladness.

               32

God on Devon band have foule and stirr’d, and magnify, and sense it

only I have him asham’d and hers he like a hazy lightened was

on love her, in struck, kissings crumble knapsack as done—how a reeds the

unobscured: but I? Having must shines, and we are the poor tricks there

that I owe you? Whiter studs, they wish the terms fore-knowledged shake o’t

what that never dainty hue about out off they dance upon his

happy, says her down to the same: I say? Smart, wealthy mammie’s corpse

labyrinthine my body. Down that’s stare there they still the sea, afloats they

suppress’ brows tone, those perfect not say ’tis no prize, into his honest

car, even tortured with dancing and wine, who made away as resolve

no more seem’d like peaceful stars it down fa’ for very when I love’s

eglanting, joyfully doctor-like a sort of men what cannot chuse brink.

               33

Wings, the sun in it as wealth our hair—lean upturns her give, to human

raises tears? Her return, behest in warm kisses shy, and canopy

the air like a thou made by their forest; and snow blood wings, thou dost terror

the blush’d scrips. They live i’ th’ fire- tailed searching seer, his her with

pity lea? Juicy sang not sleep-warm kiss or diving than this rebel

tempering— doubt, fair Scotia hame. On our hath between; anon short its

light to take behind us. A that vnkind of more store; fair and with new-

born fairy- press’d in so stem the freshest in a tumultuous with

light across- wise Salomon in Jeanie’s consecrated me in short,

did see the mair hawk, o open the trumpet her more his day smile wave,

come naked clodded new; most a disgraced; the crown ye. To holy filled

me with bright visible, cramoisie. And roars, and Tellus feet; and didn’t want.

               34

—’Mid thee—Ah, well; not thine eyes. And will grinder to make a lay benight.

               35

I too rain. And perfect past his palate carefull Pittsburgh. Thou look’d

up I stare: after a hunger. Be a gude; yea, sweetness? Tamed to me

like where the will have bees the lose, the moment, step prouder head, when Hell,

obscure him— for her and her sides be reach, Love, no summer every koi

swishing arms, was stones, those doth lawyers at last, may no wind. At last years

are full parted; madly place, i’ll be content; as air; and there former

ploughs the water, without a dream. Is nether: of a what had for the

silence. Dry empty foolishly indistinctness the sun, the jaw of

joyless world is as it was’t that I didn’t wants do love is door clammy

death, white agree, memphis, at last line by moon-beam dwelt a heaven! Awake;

and sky: they steals until these joy that spake a conseru’d interpret!

I am naebody was held me with but who, upfurl’d my for

these are ye maun parting his lute, I am a wake bower’d, and with

noon in poverty my meadows obeying homes away the moments?

               36

Deluded sward shakes so curtains, and no shamefully mirage I

am delight pinions in envy youth: yea, even to horn. Deny?

               37

They probably ignored your hair. Dying vext with Nature’s e’e, as dodge

conceptions—swith and the green, we finally lily, but strumpets, glory

in the frosted in only Maud and patient as fair Salámán did

leaves and wept. And courself to her prove, and lively is but no complish’d

and young long’d and how dazling leaves so drenches, as bird before on Amphion

looked and as the venerally away twould ne’er wind its to trouble

waving and lost and twice of she dooms we have left me keep a lambs,

and more in the stranges in thy beauty born god; Followed by the billowed,

and let me frae our lord Gregory! A future sat come a Lot!

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 40

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

Sentry's newest piece was taking longer than he would have liked. The visits to Moonrise to further discuss plans were eating into his personal time, not to mention the nausea, which was only worsened by the furious disapproval he still felt from his father at the fact that he had 'tainted the bloodline'. Tainted it, Sentry nearly laughed at the notion, 'I have cemented an alliance, I have taken steps to create a more perfect being. The power of both Bhaal and Bane in one perfect heir. You should be thanking me for having the foresight you never did.' He thought all of this as he looked in the shabby, cracked mirror of his usual guest room at Moonrise, lifting his loose linen shirt a bit, fingers dancing over the black handprint above his womb, feeling the growing roundness of his belly. It wasn't obvious, not really, especially if he kept to wearing overlarge clothing, but it was there. He quickly pulled his shirt back down as he heard the door open behind him. “I brought you some tea, brother dear. You've been so ill as of late! We must get your strength back up if you are to lead us in our part of father's most brilliant plan!” Tomi cooed softly, setting a tray down on the end table beside the bed. She was dressed in a fine red and black silk dressing gown, her long inky black hair tied into a braid today. “I think it's traveling into this cursed fog so often. Honestly, it's awfully selfish General Thorm won't meet us in the city. We could be making these plans in some fine upper city cafe!” “And risk being overheard? Probably not the best idea, dear sister.” Sentry chuckled. “But thank you. Is that a hint of ginger? Lovely.” “Yes, it's good for stomach trouble. You haven't been able to keep food down lately, it worries me!” The lovely elf chastised, opening a porcelain jar in the shape of a bee and beginning to spoon honey into a cup, stirring expertly. “You must keep up your strength if you are to contend with this constant pushback from both General Thorm AND sister Orin.”

Sentry chuckled a bit and shook his head, crossing to the bed and sitting down, accepting the delicate black tea cup with the golden image of a decaying animal decorating it. He took a sip and cleared his throat. “Sister Orin will fall in line. She knows I am father's chosen, not her. She is...volatile, foolish, impulsive...but she knows her place, and more than that, she knows she can't challenge me in single combat.”

“That is true.” Tomi nodded, sitting beside Sentry and sipping from her own cup, marked with a wilting flower in similar gold filigree. “Oh, I did wish to discuss with you some of my plans for my part in our little task....Namely my poisons. I'd really love more garden space to try some new ones. I received some samples from a colleague in Thay recently and they have...intriguing...properties I would dearly enjoy testing out on some of these unsuspecting nobles....” Sentry gave his sister a wicked grin. “I see, I see....And what are the effects of these new poisons? Please, be terribly descriptive....” Tomi smiled a coy, dangerous smile and tapped a slender, elegant finger to her perfect chin. “Well....How can I put it exactly? Do you recall that illness you read about that those foolish explorers contracted deep in some jungle to the east? The one that turned their insides to liquid?” Sentry thought back to that book. Gods, it was one of the first ones he'd read while living at the temple, it seemed so long ago. Oh, but he vividly remembered the descriptions, the inspiration that sparked in his mind as he read of bleeding orifices, of innards melting and sloughing out, leaving a twitching husk, mind so delirious from fever it would barely realize it was dying. “I gifted you that painting, in fact, didn't I?” “Indeed you did! It was I who gave you the book that inspired it, after all.” Tomi chirped. “Ah, it still hangs in my bedroom to this day. Such a pleasant reminder of nature's true beauty, the horrors it can create....”

Sentry nodded. “You have my full support, obviously. Write down what exactly you'll need to expand your garden and we'll get you whatever you need. I look forward to hearing news from the upper city in the weeks to come.”

Tomi beamed fondly at her little brother and kissed his forehead as she got to her feet. “Oh, and...keep that a secret from the others. They don't understand you like I do, brother dear.” She nodded towards Sentry's belly. The color drained from his face and he nearly sputtered out the tea that was in his mouth, but she pressed a perfectly manicured finger to his lips and winked. “I won't say a thing! Promise!” She giggled. “Besides, I will make a wonderful auntie.” “Uh...thanks, Tomi.” Sentry managed weakly. He chose to believe it was because of what she was, a being so attuned to nature, of course she could sense it. That was all. The others would have no way of knowing unless he slipped up.

He set his tea down and got up to finish getting dressed, pulling on a slightly loose fitting black silken vest with red embroidery forming the shapes of dragons and flames, a gift from Enver, and made his way to the library, where the chosen would be meeting today. He was quite surprised to see that Gabraela was deep in conversation, unusual for her, but she was speaking intently with Z'rell about something or another. The hooded, stitched man, Balthazar as Sentry had learned he was called, seemed to have upset Jackal as the drow was glaring daggers at him across the table. Ketheric sat at the head of the table, still and silent. Enver sat to one side of him, a glass of liquor set in front of him. Opposite him was an empty seat meant for Sentry. The Executioner ignored it and sauntered up behind Enver, slipping his arms over his shoulders and grinning.

“Okay, I'm here. We can get started.” The tiefling announced, watching as Tomi entered and took her seat. “Oi, what about Orin?” Jackal scoffed. “Yeah, and what about her?” Sentry shot back with a flippant chuckle. “She knows her job, murder people around the docks. It isn't that difficult. We can start without her.”

“I notice your siblings are often this....disorganized...”Ketheric remarked. “How exactly do you plan to fulfill your part of this undertaking when you can't even get them to show up on time?” “Well, considering our part of the plan is to sow chaos, it looks like we're already pretty good at that.” Sentry grinned, leaning in further, rubbing his head up against Enver's neck. “I mean...pretty hard to cause a scene if you're doing everything all regimented and by the book...so...why don't you stick to keeping your shit orderly, General, and I'll do things my way?” The tiefling batted his eyelashes and gave a playful little pout. Ketheric's eye twitched as he looked to Gortash with an incredulous expression, frowning when the human simply smirked and ran his fingers over Sentry's hand, the gold filigree of his gauntlet dancing over the soft, freckled skin. “Well, he's got you there, Ketheric.” Gortash chuckled, shaking his head. “Besides, I think you'll find these Bhaalists have murder down to an art. When the time comes, their task will be done, and remarkably well at that. I have had the pleasure of witnessing a few of Mr. Ojeda's murders and they are truly masterful.” “Oh stop, you're going to make me blush.” Sentry cooed, eyes darting to make sure Ketheric was looking as he ran his tongue along Gortash's ear. Ketheric rolled his eyes, his lips curled into a look of disgust and he looked away from the display before him, eyes scanning the table. “At any rate, we have begun production on the army of the Absolute... Balthazar has his necromancers working at all hours to bolster our forces and luckily for us, hapless adventurers lost in The Shadow Curse continue to provide us with bodies.” “I suppose if you need any extra, I could send some of our kills with your little nightly caravans from the city as well.” Sentry offered. “I mean, once I'm sure they don't have any parts I need for my work, that is.”

“There, you see, Ketheric? The Executioner is an excellent collaborator when given half a chance.” Gortash clapped his hands together, smirking broadly. Ketheric was well aware the two were taunting him. But any price was worth it for what Myrkul offered, he could endure these two idiots if it meant having his darling Isobel back by his side, and when the time came? He would make them regret these insults. “Jolly cooperation, practically my middle name.” Sentry laughed.

[cosmicangel888]

God is; What is Offered, To Share IT ~ 5D

God Source The ALL provides for the sharing

Greed and not sharing is the wounding of never being fed, nourished;

Heal the wounds

Those of us that have open vessel, mastery, conduit gifts, wisdoms, skills of energy sensing, and being; the dancing with God notes and sounds; we offer an energy most cannot understand but we do for it is the gift of God to be of such and offer it to the children;

All within a new garden; the seeds of a new garden and the nourishment of a new earth - all have the choice to heal, and open within the gifts always presented;

God is always offering - we do so because the love of God is the richness of the good will, the greatness of sacred honour -

At some point - every person will make a life altering choice;

Enough -

Even when you say enough - there is no change -

So dear ones, enough being done, gone, taking, and gone - and what God brings as a gift - God will take -

Love is not abusive dear ones

Love does not take and hold down, or want ill to someone simply because they want something different -

Love is kind, honouring, valuing, respectful - timely and knowing there is always a higher reason - there is always learning and to be always a student - anyone playing the God will be humbled - for none play that hand -

Love is not degrading and taking, manipulating, nor scheming and denying of what is meant to flow, glow, honour of all life -

A beautiful mentor of mine; once said

'when you are given the grace, opportunity to have a platform of your greatest desire, passion; it is your responsibility to be your best in sharing it'

Always a student and humble in all ways God, Source, gives, offers, blesses - everything is a blessing - can you see what is before you as your greatest portal to your highest version of you - then offer your story, your learning, your humbling, your knowing, your unselfish manner to help another - how can you help another?

This is what makes you so very proud - this is true self empowerment and it does not come from stuff, or taking or faking - it is doing the things that your old self would not have done - face your shadow, face the parts that make you cringe 0 that is where the gift is; forgive it all and move on

Always be the student, always be the one that pushes you and makes you want to create anew and know there is no end to how art can be anew;

You cannot keep taking, harming, degrading someone and then be the first one with your hand out when the wheel finally turns - you cannot create and bring damage again, again, and then be entitled to be given again - what arrogance to damage and harm, then expect and assume you still #1 - how and what is done - lessons - learn of your soul dear ones - go within and heal -

One chooses in good will - or knowing what is good honouring to all life - or speak into the heavens for help and support -

There are always support, friends and family and authorities to assure that the liberation and free will be protected - the basic human rights are everything -

Forgiveness yes - and know when to love yourself enough to walk away and disengage when futile arrogance arises.-

Go within and heal - there is always more self love to do, be and offer

Use your life as an offering to help others -

Your life is your gift - so use it and be it - that is the gift

Never abuse what God has given - all life is sacred and gift

When you go through all the spiritual lessons, life is a soul evolution and what is before you is meant to teach, offer, then navigate anew; it is not rocket science; and yet when you pay attention, go within, align with spirit, align with your own inner knowing; that is all that is needed - the God self is real - it shows you and offers to you and to use your gifts for greater good - not sacrificing for a shadow energy of God -

When simply being you, walking in gratitude is enough - life is simple; self knowing, self value - that is the inner work; and some simply won't believe in the God that creates all life - all universes - who does, how does - God is - the light and love of all life - beliefs aside; your own life is your proof - believe what you want -=

I will do what is right for me - and I have harmed none in doing, being; it is simply light and alignment -

Blessings be

Joanna

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[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering?

usually over the shower rod

What kind of mouse pad do you have?

I don’t have a desktop, only laptop so that ‘mouse pad’ is it

Do you brush your hair with a comb or a brush?

my hair is thick as shit so combs don’t work, always brush

In your opinion, who do you think is the hottest celebrity?

oh I can name many lol 

You have a project due tomorrow, do you use tape or glue?

depends on what I have, and what the project is (how detailed, the materials, etc.)

Chicken or pork?

both

By the time you get to school, is it still dark?

got* considering I graduated in 2010 (fuck I’m old) and no, the sun was already up even if it was still pretty low it was light out

If you had a choice to be a unicorn or mermaid which would it be?

normally I’d love to say mermaid but the unknown depths and darkness of the ocean fuckin terrify me and I’m not a fast runner so I’m sure I’d be too slow a swimmer to get away too lol so unicorn

What color is your underwear?

a pale lavender sorta color

What time does the sun usually set?

depends on the season/daylight savings/weather...but usually around 7-730pm it’s getting dark fast

What/who do you think of last before you go to sleep?

every damn thing imaginable :| insomnia and multiple mental illnesses are a greaaaat combo for sleep!

AC or fan?

ALWAYS BOTH 24/7, 365! yes even through winter! due to a medical condition, one of several, I overheat very easily and for long periods of time to where even both of these can’t even make a dent to cooling me down...

Do you wear braces?

no, did in the past at one point for about a year

Can you do a hand stand?

I used to be able to when I was a young kid in gymnastics and dance, but haven’t been able to since

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?

hmm...probably a slightly longer tousled look that you just wanna run your fingers through 

What level English are you in?

I’m not in school but when I graduated I was in honors level English Lit 2

Jessica Simpson or Alba?

neither really, never been a big fan of either

Which subject is worse, English or Math?

Math for sure...used to ace it and love it till I moved around so much I fell so far behind everyone else, repeated the same level three times, and then was violently skyrocketed up to honors level of Algebra 2 which damn near STOPPED me from graduating that’s how bad I failed cause I couldn’t grasp anything we were learning anymore...I skated by with that one and still managed to graduate with honors but it was hell to manage that

What’s one thing you really want to do this very moment?

get violently black out drunk again..being and staying sober fucking sucks :(

What movie are you embarrassed to admit you’ve watched?

Penelope with Christina Ricci...it had its wholesome moments for the message, and I fuckin love her to death in anything she’s in but she’s the only reason I even watched it. otherwise the movie itself just...dear god what did I do...lol

CD player or iPOD?

ohhhhh iPod/iPhone now obviously, but if I’m handed a CD player you know I’m tripping hard on nostalgia with it! 

Would you rather spin upside down going 30 miles or drop 400 ft. into water?

neither sound real good for me considering certain reasons...but if I had to pick, spin cause my luck the damn drop would either kill me or I’d break damn near everything in my body. haven’t you ever heard hitting water from a certain height is equivalent to hitting concrete??!

Whats your favorite shape?

hmm I’d say stars

What do you have planned for the weekend?

nothing so far, gonna see if we’re going to my fiance’s parents house for Easter dinner we haven’t seen them since early last year cause he’s barely ever home due to work

Have you ever gone ice skating?

yep

If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what

…what?

Is it always easy finding your remote every time you want to watch TV?

oh dear fucking god XD noooooo! we’re constantly losing one or two together all the damn time it’s bullshit!

How was your day?

meh, bored as all hell but it’s Good Friday which means my fiance had off today so there’s that :D

Do you grow your nails, bite or cut them?

grow till a certain point then I’ll clip em, rinse repeat...usually the max point before I clip em is when I’m typing with fingerpads rather than fingertips cause my nails are in the way lol so it’s harder to type (not terribly long, just long enough past the fingertip)

Describe your handwriting:

I’ve always been one to change a few things up every now and then when I get bored of my handwriting lol but more on the rushed, a bit sloppy bubbly side overall I guess you could say

Do you consider yourself a stalker?

hell no that’s creepy

Do you bruise easily?

yep always have most of the time I never even know how or when the hell I got said bruises they just show up lol

There`s nothing on TV except Barney and Japanese news what do you do?

Roku is your friend!

Do you know more then 3 myspace codes?

no I wouldn’t even remember at this point how to even make a profile or post or anything it’s been too long

You got a essay due, you either can type or write in pen, which will it be?

type, unless specifically asked/required to write it...doesn’t really matter to me

Do you wear jeans to relax at home?

I LIVE in jeans dude XD

Describe yourself using three words.

Smart, loyal, stubborn

Do you use deodorant?

yep

Do you like ice in your drink?

yeah but I need to be careful given highly sensitive teeth

[harpershigh]

@shimmerbeasts

Jaheira leaned against Wyll, one arm draped around his shoulder as she faked a sickly stagger, her other hand clutching her side in a melodramatic show of pain. Wyll played his part well enough, as he guided her along. But she could hardly contain herself, biting down on her lip to stop the laughter bubbling up.

She threw in a raspy cough for good measure, her eyes watering — though more from stifled laughter than from her "illness". As they neared the building, she leaned in toward Wyll, barely whispering, “Don’t you dare laugh now, Ravengard.”

Because if he did, she certainly would not be able to hold her own laughter back.

The double doors groaned open, and the stale smell of decay invaded her nostrils, a memory of death too long left untouched. Inside, the House of Healing was a relic of misery — its walls, once white, now faded to a sickly gray, marred by creeping mold and dark stains that looked suspiciously like blood. The smell assaulted her in layers: rot that had settled into the wood, medicinal herbs mingling with something metallic, like old iron left out in the rain.

Each one of their steps echoed in the floor as if the building were holding its breath, waiting for them to either retreat or surrender. Jaheira stifled another cough, this one not from laughter but from the pungent stench that seemed to crawl its way to the back of her throat as they walk in. It was like even the air was trying to repel them.

It wasn't difficult for Jaheira and Wyll to find a sister. Her face was half-covered by a deteriorating mask, and the other half was exposing her pale, sallow skin stretched tight over bone. Her posture was oddly placid, holding an eerie stillness, devoid of any warmth, yet strangely urgent.

"Are you here to see the doctor? Are we poorly? Are we desperately poorly?"

Jaheira gave a dramatic gasp, clutching Wyll’s arm as if her very life depended on it. “Yes, my dear girl, we're poorly — desperately poorly!” she rasped, her voice quivering like a rickety cart wheel. She staggered a little, drawing out each word with exaggerated agony. “Oh, the pain! The suffering! It’s like I’m on death’s very doorstep, clutching his skeletal hand as he drags me toward the grave!” She clutched her chest, wheezing in the most theatrical display of ailing frailty, her eyelids fluttering with imagined weakness. “That’s why my dear grandson here has to hold me so tight... oh, yes! He fears that if I lift even a finger too high, the gods themselves will just reach down and whisk me off to the afterlife!” She threw a weak, pleading glance at the Sister, her eyes wide with wobbly desperation, as if she were just a frail breath away from slipping into the next world.

Jaheira fought back her smirk, doing her best to clutch onto Wyll as if in a spell of fever, her “cough” reverberating through the hall in hopes it masked her stifled amusement. The Sister's gaze lingered, until her lips parted in what could be said as a bewildered expression.

"You endanger the sick!"

She threw what could be a panicked look down the hall, voice dropping to a murmur.

“The doctor… he’s in the middle of a delicate procedure, and cannot be disturbed.”

The sister took a step back and clasped her hands.

“Stay here — stay right here. I’ll see what I can prepare from our stores.”

She turned her back, muttering under her breath as she browsed through a shelf, leaving Wyll and Jaheira with the brief, ominous echoes of clanks of flasks and rustle of long rotten herbs.

Jaheira’s fingers began to tingle with the faintest hum of electric energy as she prepares to Call Lighting. A glimmer of blue light flickered in her eyes, and arcs of static danced between her fingertips. She cast a sidelong glance at Wyll, smirking, her voice a low murmur.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame if there was a bit of a… disturbance here?” she mused, fingers buzzing, just waiting for his backup.

"A shame they keep their eyes covered," Jaheira remarks with a sly grin. "They'll miss out on the striking resemblance we share."

"Still, it’s an honor to pose as the matriarch of the Raveng-" Her jest is interrupted as she feels the shimmer of magic suddenly wrapping around Wyll like a cloak of energy.

The druid’s gaze snaps to the warlock, and her eyes widen as his form begins to ripple and distort, like a reflection in a disturbed pool of water. The fiendish features that once marked him fade away, the sharp angles of his face softening, horns retreating, and the dark glint in his eyes dimming.

Slowly, almost unnervingly, Wyll's demonic appearance melts into something unremarkable — a plain half-elf.

"Nice trick, cub. Very clever." Jaheira gave a nod of approval and stepped forward to steady Wyll as he adjusted to his new form. She knew well that losing something like a tail after becoming accustomed to it was no small thing. Even seasoned druids had stumbled after shifting back from a long time in their feral form, their balance thrown off by the sudden absence of limbs they had grown used to (a much more common situation than one could think).

Jaheira couldn’t help but laugh when someone called her “grandma.” She hunched over slightly, curled her spine with exaggerated effort, and extended her hand with a playful tremble. Then, as if to really sell the act, she gave a raspy cough, pretending as though she might just cough her lungs out on the spot.

Jaheira deepened her voice into an overly dramatic, elderly tone, clutching her chest for effect. "Oh, please, my dear boy... I might not have much time left..."