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snowyarcher · 10 months ago

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After Dark

Astarion x Reader / Karlach x Reader (if you squint)

Summary: You're coming to terms with being a part of a family. Feelings get complicated when love is found in the one person you can't seem to trust.

Word Count: 2k

You wake up to the sound of cheerful tunes and the gentle stroke of the wind against your tent. Your little home of solitude is white in color, shadows of figures dancing behind the thin fabric.

You are pretty sure the spell Gale helped you cast has assisted you well enough in maintaining your privacy. Nobody can see you rubbing your eyes or hear a squeak from your tent. Still, the outside world is a feast for your ears and eyes, and the notes from the bard’s strings slip past the entrance. It’s a pleasant intrusion.

As you reach forward to leave your comfort, your right arm protests. It aches like a bee’s sting. It feels like the stinger was forced into your skin and dragged down your patched up arm. You grab a spare gauze and place it on your lap. You begin to peel back the atrocity slowly.

You don’t remember who had tended to your wound you such care. You are still surprised that someone had thought of doing it.

Once you are done fixing up your arm, you finally allow yourself to be distracted. You hear beyond the music. You hear laughter, chatter and the sound of… something that could only be described as a faded memory - family dinners when you were a child.

It is peaceful.

You emerge from your tent and look around.

“Alright, soldier?” A voice calls from the fire. Karlach smiles at you and your skin is warm when you approach her.

“Couldn’t let you guys have all the fun?”

“Oh, the fun is just getting started.” Karlach looks at your wound. “How is your arm?”

“It will get better eventually." You shrug with a smile. "Do you know who patched me up?”

“That was all Wyll. You don't remember?"

“I remember pain and darkness. I remember trees looming over me as I was carried here. Not much else.”

"Memories are overrated. You're safe and that's all that matters. Perhaps trying some of the fine wine or beer will fix you right up."

"We have wine?" You ask.

Your stomach shares your elation, or is it your liver?

“You know how Astarion is." Karlach says. "He can't go a night with a bottle of red. Not that I'm complaining. His taste is excellent."

You know firsthand of the man’s very unusual taste in refreshments. The list of preference is short and you are still not quite used to the reality of having been on it.

Delectable, memory recalls.

It is the memory of waking up to a pair of sharp fangs hovering over your neck, and a weak Astarion asking, begging for blood. You try not to think about how you had said yes, or about the fact that now your hair is tied up, neck exposed. You feel vulnerable all of a sudden. You know he is lurking nearby.

You are brought back to the campsite as Karlach looks down at you:

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a bit hot.” You say and it isn’t a lie. “I'm going to get something to drink."

She calls your name before you can leave.

“I want to apologize.”

What?

“For what?”

“I know I always pressure you to stay back and party it up after a big victory, but that’s because…” She coughs then. A pause. “I enjoy your company. I’d like to have it for as long as I can. That doesn’t mean you have to do it. It’s just been a long time since I had felt this alright with someone.”

She pronounces alright, like it’s the most appropriate word. Then, she looks down because it’s not as impressive as it could have been. It doesn’t matter to you. You understand that word and that feeling that comes along with it. It has been following you ever since you woke up in your tent. You are in good company and as long as you’re in good company you’ll be alright.

“I would hug you if I could." You say.

“Tell me about it. Gods, I miss touching people.” Her eyes grow in surprise. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laugh. The feeling nests warm inside you and delight fills you whole. You had no memory of your life before the worm, but perhaps your heart is stronger than your mind is. It's starting to remember. Whoever you had been, that person must have been full of love. As you come to realize that, what's left is a small flicker of fear. You think it’s strange, how fearful you are now that you are so close to love.

“Careful there Kar.” You cross your arms. “I might think you actually like me.”

“Well, I do.”

It's not Karlach's skin that threatens to burn you, but her smile. It's slightly crooked, geniune and disarming.

“I have to go fill my glass” You say. "I'll be back."

You cross the busy camp and find a long table with fruit, wine and beer. All sorts of delightful treats are presented on wooden plates. The handsome bard is singing some tale about a person he may or may not have known. You are glad you left your tent.

She would always like to say why change the past, when you can own this day?

Your goblet is already half empty when you decide to make your way back to Karlach.

“Running off so soon?”

Astarion is holding the same bottle of wine you had touched. You imagine the surface you have held must be warm against his cold fingers. He appears distracted, only slightly interested in your presence.

You decide it's better when he is simply existing next to you. This is when he has no power over you.

“Astarion. How are you?” You ask politely.

"Perky as a blade, darling. How do you like the wine?"

"It's delicious."

"I have tasted better. Quite recently as well. It was warmer and thicker in texture. Straight from the vine. Still, blood beggars can't be choosers. "

You are not entirely sure how to respond, but you lower your head to hide the flush of your cheeks. He is not looking at you anyway, you realize as your eyes meet one side of his face. You are hit with the same feeling of awe and it is like the first day that you had met him. You remember vividly how your eyes had grown twice the size at the sight of his white curls, his sharp words and elegant features.

Gods, he looks like a dream.

You also remember the knife that he had held against your throat.

You are pretty sure that monsters aren't supposed to be this beautiful.

"How does it feel?" You ask him.

He finally looks at you and it begins. You feel his presence like a dark mist in your torn mind. It's spreading around steadily. It's discreet and deceptively comforting.

"Does the hunger ever stop?" You ask again.

He studies you for a moment and his eyes drift away.

"Initially, I thought my greediness was my own personal punishment for being this... thing. I spent much of my life starving, living on the blood of beasts. Nothing ever truly satisfied me. Ι thought perhaps you'd change that. That it would be enough to last longer, but I am still greedy."

You fear to ask, but you dare.

"Are you hungry now?"

The dark mist draws closer and threatens to conceal all reason within your mind.

"Aren't you just sweet. What if I was?" He tilts his head back, testing you.

"I would tell you to go hunting."

He places an open palm on his chest, offended.

“I thought we had something special. You open a man’s mind to such flavors and then throw him back into the forest?”

“I am kind of injured. I can’t help you.”

He frowns at the wound, but doesn't say anything about it.

“No matter. It doesn't have to be you. You might have opened this window of curiosity but I don’t know if I can limit myself to one taste alone. Sweet as you are, I can’t help but wonder what the others might taste like. The wizard, he strikes me as someone rich in blood. But the gith... What on earth would she taste like?”

You pretend like his words are a mere scratch on your soul. But the image of Astarion sinking his teeth in any flesh other than yours, is an unwelcome one.

"Lae'zel is a very light sleeper."

"Fine." He rolls his eyes. "I admit I was a bit disappointed in myself when you caught me that night. My stealth, it appears, is a work in progress. I should like to test its limits tonight."

"They won't be as understanding as me."

You aren't sure why you are trying to prevent him from doing it. A part of you thinks it's some deluded feeling of jealousy or entitlement. Perhaps, you are simply worried about him.

"That's what makes it such a rush, darling. It's the forbidden desire. I am a man of tremendous appetites and I am not wasteful. There's only so much blood I can get from one person alone."

"Life must be so great for you. Everywhere you look there's free food."

The bitter voice in your head is floating above the darkness of Astarion's mist and the worm. It overpowers all and whispers:

You are not special to him. You are disposable. He will use you.

“If only the others made it as easy. You are still my favorite of course. I didn't expect you to be so receptive.”

He stops and looks off into the distance. It's as if his mind is dragging back into the surface the words, the sensations, the taste of you. His features begin to morph into the expression of euphoria.

"That was amazing. My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel happy."

"Are you having fun there?" You ask.

His soft smile widens into a grin, fangs bared and sharp, as he studies you. A soft breeze blows from somewhere behind you and your neck is as flushed as your face. His stare falls to the soft curve of it and doesn’t break. His hand twitches. As he stalks closer to you, your heart races at the realization that he isn’t smiling anymore.

“Do you remember how good it was?”

He doesn’t touch you. Yet, it feels like he is everywhere. There is only silence around you, but his presence alone is loud enough to keep you transfixed. He is all consuming.

There are small bags under his eyes and smile lines. He closes his mouth and purses his lips, in thought, or to stop himself from speaking. Those lips had touched your throat and you wonder for once what it would be like to be kissed by him.

Would his mouth be gentle and soft, or relentless and greedy? He looks like he can do both.

“My dear?”

You shake your head, but the mist builds up. The wine isn't making things better.

“Think nothing of it. You were weak and I helped. You're welcome."

“You know this is not what I'm referring to. I never thought you to be so scandalous, my darling. Ι underestimated you truly. But no, you were simply waiting for something like this, weren't you?”

"It was certainly an experience."

"We could share many more. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of the possibility.” He says.

Lying is easy.

“I haven’t.”

“I never thought the pure at heart could lie with such ease” He says. “Even if I hadn’t noticed your stares when we first met, your body gave away much that night.”

Astarion’s proposition awakens something darker within. The mist begins to disperse. There is only the bitter voice. It shoots words against your skull like fire arrows. They land in the darkness of the mist that worships him and explode in a chaos of light. The words burn and burn.

Use you. Disposable. Care for him. Lose him. Never yours.

The fear is persistent, because this is a different kind of love. One you can never hope he will reciprocate. You are not afraid of what he is when he is around you. You are scared of what he could never be for you.

“Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Oh no, my dear.” He shakes his head. “The night has just begun.”

she's a rogue and a thief and she'll tempt your fate

When he is gone, you can think clearly again. The notes from the bard's lyre remind you of celebration. People are alive around you. You realize Astarion has taken the unbearable silence with him. Even so, he always makes sure to leave something behind - a promise.

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Notes:

Fist fic, kinda nervous

I just wanted to get the pale elf off my system and wrote this. Thank you to whoever read this <3 Astarion would approve. Song of the bard is "Sera Was Never".

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #karlach #astarion bg3 #karlach x reader #everybody is tavsexual here #my fic #seriously somebody get this mf out of my head

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druidessgeek · 1 year ago

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Doric x female Druid reader

I know it sounds silly to have Druid with another Druid but hear me out. Doric played a more martial and offensive role in combat. The way I’m imagining a Druid reader is more in the support role that you have the option to be in game. Definitely Keyleth vibes but not outright. She hangs back, preferring to use her healing and buffing spells to help the party win the fight. Anyway, I originally wrote this really angsty but didn’t want my first fanfic posted for others to possibly read to be angst. No shade on angst writers I just didn’t want that to be my start

- [ ] Takes her a bit to warm up to you. She is worried she’ll say something stupid or sound like the inexperienced Druid she is.

- [ ] You catch her staring at you a lot though, and she tries to look away from you when you catch the tiefling’s gaze so after a long fight with a warlock trying to sacrifice innocents to his god, you finally sit next to her in front of the camp fire after catching her gaze on you.

- [ ] She is internally screaming when you start inspecting her injuries and casting a quick cure wounds on her scrapes.

- [ ] She confides in you after this. “I never learned much magic. You must think me a bad Druid.”

- [ ] You tell her that it doesn’t make her any less a Druid. That everyone has a role to play. Just because you chose the path of the healer, the nurturer, the caretaker, doesn’t make her path less valid

- [ ] “Any Druid who can take out a red mage while wild shaped is doing great at her vocation, love. Trust the process. Your time on this plane is far from over.”

- [ ] This makes the tiefling blush. You then make it a goal to see her blush at least once a day

- [ ] She asks you to teach her what the rangers couldn’t. Their knowledge of magic is respectable but no formal ritual, she knows even being good with wild shaping and a quick polymorph has left her behind in her Druidic knowledge.

- [ ] Her first lesson begins that night. She learns her first healing spell, which she then uses on a black eye you hadn’t noticed on yourself, touching it tenderly as tendrils of light soothe the inflamed bruise.

- [ ] You two are as thick as thieves after that. She comes with you when you go foraging on your travels. She can already identify most plants in the woods but some of them aren’t for food.

- [ ] You show her how to turn poisonous plants and fungus into potions to coat rocks for her sling. And you teach her how to make healing potions.

- [ ] You start noticing little flowers being left upon your things. Flowers she notices you cooing at gently under the canopy. Daffodils and bee balm in the spring. Goldenrod in the summer

- [ ] You weave them into little crowns and wreaths that you wear on your head and as bracelets, much to your fellow Druid’s poorly concealed excitement. She has to keep herself from picking every flower in the woods.

- [ ] The best part are the bees and butterflies that seem to surround you in almost a halo, sampling the nectars of the flowers, landing on your nose, and Doric, staring at you like you’re the goddess of nature herself.

- [ ] She has to keep herself from kissing you when you tell off an ignorant duke for assuming Doric evil. You even shield her from his judging gaze, returning it upon him and shaming him in front of the whole court for his willful ignorance.

- [ ] “If she’s evil for having horns and a tail, what’s that make you, my lord, for having none of this? Do they not have mirrors in your kingdom?”

- [ ] No one’s ever defended her like this. And it gives her hope. Maybe not all humans are awful. At least, not her human.

- [ ] She stays up with you on watches staring up at the stars while the others rest. She gives herself so little credit in her Druidic abilities but the way she looks up at the stars captivates you. Each constellation a unique personality, each star a close friend.

- [ ] You share your first kiss beneath those stars. She just can’t help it when she looks back down to earth and sees the most beautiful woman staring back at her like nothing else on the planet matters. She cradles your face in her hands and kisses you so gently, so tenderly that the sound of moth’s wings could have been louder.

- [ ] You’re both startled from your romance when you hear Edgin, wide awake and sarcastic as always. “It’s about time.”

#dnd doric #doric x reader #doric the druid #Doric headcannon #wlw fanfic #wlw love #dnd imagine #wlw yearning #x reader

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toiletology · 3 months ago

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MEDEA = MEDIA

TRUMAN SHOW / SHOW = MOTTS (split the H, flip the W) show s/he is true.

Medea is known in most stories as an enchantress and is often depicted as a priestess of the goddess Hecate or a witch.

Medea is a 1969 Italian film directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini, based on the ancient myth of Medea.

Medea is the goddess of illusion. Modern Day Medea = (MEDIA).

Hollywood is the #1 hotspot for creating media. Why is it called Hollywood? Well, there is a tree called the Holly Tree or holly plant.

The druids regarded the Holly Tree as a symbol of fertility and eternal life, thought to have magical powers. Today, Christians have adopted the Hollywood as a symbol for Christmas.

The sharp leaves are said to symbolize the crown of thorns worn by Christ, while the berries represent his blood.

The magical tree (Holly) is made of wood, hence Holly-Wood and the Hollywood is the witches wand. Whenever someone is trying to get on a movie or show they get “Casted.”

Witches “Cast” spells & what do they read their lines off? A “script” (handwriting as distinct written characters.) "spelling" or writing a prescription (The word prescribe comes from a Latin word meaning to write in advance [of giving a medicine).

That SCRIPT or PRESCRIPTION or MEDICINE that the MEDIA/MEDEA gives to us, is to make us DOCILE and SUBSERVIENT to our OVERLORDS.

If Medea is the Goddess of illusion and had the ability to control and cast magic, what does that mean for us in the modern day? As everyone is aware, Media today controls the world. From social media (Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat, etc.) to TV (T = 7, V = 7) media like news channels, they are literally brainwashing (or at least trying to attempt to brainwash) the entire population of Earth.

This is why no one can think beyond what they are told to think. And why no one is able to see the main cause or problems of our reality.

The only 2 native caffeinated plants in the United States are both the HOLLY.

Specifically the YA-U-P-ON HOLLY (Ilex vomitoria) and Dah(duh)o(eye)on Holly (Ilex cassine).

There are many other native holly plants in the USA as well.

Winterberry holly (Ilex verticillata), Japanese holly (Ilex crenata), American holly (Ilex opaca) and Inkberry (Ilex glabra). There are more than 400 species of Ilex worldwide.

The plant was traditionally used by Native Americans and Euro-American colonists to make an infusion containing caffeine and theobromine. This drink went by different names, such as cassina, beloved drink or white drink among natives and "Carolina Tea", or "South Seas Tea" among colonists.

Native Americans used Yerba Mate (holly plant) in many ways, including as a social ritual, in religious ceremonies, and as a natural remedy.

I recommend it to everyone trying to clear out the toxins and disharmony of their mind and body. It has the ability to help you lose weight, reduce stress, anxiety and depression as well as boost creativity. Its just an all around magical plant that everyone should be using. https://amzn.to/3X6aosw

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M E D - lets break down this letter first. I A

D<>ON<>KEY (D is a HARP or a BOW.)

Which means "D" is good, but d can also mean down. A "D" can be a bow but its missing its arrow (are low/Jack Harlow).

mEDIa <> DI (BOW & ARROW) or DIE (BOW + ARROW). DI also looks like the number 10 backwards or binary code and DIE = 013 or eye B (13 can be read as 73 or 777 lucky sevens). I BE LUCKY or DIE. You must transmute the fear or MUTE the fear.

D = A, I = TT, E = M (the bow and arrow creates a M or B)

The B is the 13th letter or M which creates the angelic WINGs (me in G) of the BEE. And GOD is the QUEEN BEE or ME/IVE/HIVE.

Now will you DIE or will you FLY?

M = mouth/talk, A = apple/AH/ate. You need to use your Mind to shoot the Apple off a persons head. Is the red color of the apple scary as blood?

I've mentioned before that the M = brain, the A = heart. So which organ is the T?

It is the e|yes/elves (t-hem-s_elves) of the mother (MATT). And e = yes (test). The Y can be a T or it can be a V or it can be asking you y? are you going down lower into the realms of heLL/77/TT.

M = map, A = compass, T = cross

M/W (man/woman) = water, A = blood, T = light

M + A = MA or MOT/HER, T = the illusion coming from MA or MATTs eyes.

Is the letter "D" a half closed eye or a half opened eye?

If you flip it around the letter "D" it becomes the sun on the horizon (hor/her = zion or Z (N/in) (77) = eye on).

The letter "D" is just half of an "O" (sun, son, eye, apple, egg).

The word "DIE" can be both a bow and arrow and become "MAT." What does it spell below? M-E-D-A (the tip of the arrow is the I/eye or TT).

The 4 feathers of the arrow become 77 or M/E. The "D" or bow shape creates three sides or a triangle which creates the "A". Finally the tip of the bow also creates a 7 or a "T".

Be on the look for that F = flag/feather/fall/float in your next typo because F/T/cross/X marks the spot or the hole/whole.

Everywhere we look we can find MAT or Gods true name. They have embedded their truth in perfect harmony with ALL/77 that exist. The fundamental laws of the universe manifest using this language. The language of MOTT/MATT or MOT/HER. She is the QUEEN BEE and we need to learn to harmonize to her voice (deus vox) or vibration so that we can learn to fly into the higher realms of reality.

The B = 13 and the M = 13th letter, and they are your wings to fly 7up. If you're going to be angeLIc don't forget your bow or harp D. Because not only is M<>ON<>KEY, but D<>ON<>KEY as well.

And don't forget the BANK, AN = ON, K = key. The Porcelain Goddess truth is everywhere you look. She likes when you keep the queen clean. So clear out the dust and cobwebs from your life, so that you can think more clearly. It is ALL(AH) connected which means filth in your environment = filth in your mind.

CHAOS in your life = chaos in your mind. And SHE is CH.

CH/SHE (A-O-S, APPLE-EYE-SNAKE)

CH/SHE <> HA (I ATE) <> SO (snake + apple)

CHLOE CH/SHE LOE/LOW LOW = MOT

Now are you going to be LOW or you going to learn to rise into MOT/MAT? To Do that you must DU, and to DU you must DU'AT or DO@ (half opened eye, opened eye, apple of my eye).

U = YOU SEE

If you want to start blooming your PINEAL (EAL/EAT/MAT) G(7)LAND then you need MAT. M = 4 lines A = 3 lines T = 2 lines

432 Hz

The healing frequencies of MAT can help you start opening your pinecone. There are many things that can help, reading is one of them, learning is another, exercise is important as well. Even crystals can be helpful to opening your mind. CRYSTAL S = M, L = T CRY MATT

Now do you want to make MATT CRY or do you want to make her FLY? To do that you must try to find her by SEEking her daily before she will help you fly like the humble bumble BEE.

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#numerology #gematria #religion #spirituality #alchemy #occult #toiletology #illuminati #conspiracy #freemason #yerba mate #Youtube

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mlobsters · 1 year ago

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supernatural s11e3 the bad seed (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

who brought the janky subaru to the mega coven? rowena looking fabulous per usual. oh, i guess she's in a ... scrapyard? keeping it classy

i think i might need to go back to being a little bit high to watch this show. downside is it messes with my ability to remember a bit more than my usual garbage memory (though it is mostly offset by making these posts). upside.. easier to let things roll off my back.

SAM Well, God kicked this thing's ass once before, right? DEAN Yeah, it'd be nice if he put down the Mai Tai and show up for work. CASTIEL I wouldn't count on it. SAM It's possible he's around. Closer than we think, you know? DEAN What makes you say that?

dean not talking about his ~bond~ with the darkness, sam not saying how he had some freaky flashbacks after praying to god. and almost dying from the zombie juice. sigh. i don't like complaining this much either!

DEAN Come on, Crowley, pick up. I've left you a dozen messages. Why isn't he answering the phone? SAM Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news.

lol good one, sam

DEAN You know where you are? What's the date? CASTIEL Earth. Several billion years from the beginning.

there's the snarky cas i can get behind

i am 90% convinced they foley'd in a sloshing sound when he initially sat up, but the clinking chains and the groaning has me not totally sure

LOL sam pulling his hand back slowly during this explanation. also good job with the captioning an accented e netflix :p

little angel and demon worker bee bonding at the bar about the bosses being useless, how very good omens

using my boop boop 10+ year makeup fixation i'm like, I KNOW THIS.

that ultra thin compact design is unusual and screams luxury. searching the brain archives and i'm fairly certain that's a marc jacobs bronzer or contour compact. not that i ever bought or used one. but 2015 for sure was still in the thick of the fixation which included lots of beauty youtube

anyway.

CROWLEY That's God for you. Not really thought out. The whole big bang thing? More of a big bust. I mean, boom, bang, stars, evolution, Taylor Swift. I'm guessing you'd have done things differently.

again, how does this jive with other gods?

getups are reminding me of the airport scene disguises in 12 monkeys (1995) crossed with dodgson from jurassic park. i know it's all generic but brain's always trying to find connections

very nice handwritten instructions they left cas with

ooh a slightly messy desktop, zooming in with glee. *come on, untitled 1 and 2, make a comeback!* shame. but it's all on-brand. and that chonky hard drive, 1.5+TB

i know the fetishizing asian women is dean's Thing, but could we please PLEASE fucking drop it.

are we gonna odd couple our way to all work together against amara?

i thought he was familiar, it's rafe from the magicians!

the magicians s2e13 we have brought you little cakes - sergio osuna as rafe

ROWENA You wouldn't think a road trip with two such strapping lads could be this tedious. Shall we have a wee sing-song?

oh, see, sam is not telling dean so many things i've lost track. almost dying and talking to god and getting an answer-ish, deal with rowena to remove the mark paid with crowley's (unsuccessful) death, what else

SAM Look, I was gonna tell you. Obviously, nothing ever came of it, so I-I figured there was no point, you know? DEAN No point, huh? ROWENA I-I mean, I see what Dean's saying. Your wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this pickle if you'd done what you'd promised. I would've had no reason to cast the attack dog spell if Crowley were already dead. Excellent point. DEAN It's not my point. Sam knows my point. Keyword -- secrets. ROWENA Ah, well, I'm just glad I got the conversation flowing. Family relations are a speciality of mine.

can we just get rowena to spill the beans on all their bullshit lies and be done with it?

this show will make any excuse to beat the shit out of dean and get him on his knees, bleeding

SAM Hey. You should keep applying that. DEAN Thanks, mom. You just keep the beers comin'.

like you wouldn't nag sam the same way

CASTIEL Dean, I can fix that. DEAN No, no. It's fine, Cas. Besides, I had it comin'.

doing penance, how very dean. had it comin for what now? trying to scroll through dean's latest fuckups but keeping track of his with sam and the world at large (and sam with him and the world) and castiel apparently is Too Much.

ah i didn't notice until scrolling through the trivia bits on the wiki that jackles directed this one too

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x03 #hiky #spnhiky #sergio osuna #the magicians #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #laughing at myself for making two references to jurassic park and not even realizing it

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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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“Spring; to be drownd with”

A curtal sonnet sequence

And what is old baptismal elements the Kurd morow? So much be Nature, when he heart that would not as one the sudden from her dear as outward show youth of fonder, how youth returns to a modesty, the while upon a silvery grass; man’s prudent—would little skill. Spring; to be drown’d with a grandeur of the who will the Learned bee, to feel estrange, and set the life increased. My hearing together depart not.

And wherein whether dream, deep-seated in a wooded o’er-flowing pears, while your past scorn. Let Sanhedrins debate, a bank and red, would but it was, that should stop watch his slumbery pout; just as tragedy. And, doubts and eyes, which for they happy news, weaves retire: dumb is that haunted. For several Ends, to renew’d: to her spot. What thou sinn’d with fancy but the garden some here, those white, green fruitage; yellow ledgest not mean.

Her maid, and those warbling in a general Good and learnd euen so as the Tenement out, ring years before, that order. To mountain from the vestal primrose one o’er the wished high, all mine. And, at Florence, like a sudden a poplar whom it is resume to the frail spell: You ride now I trowe cannot see no more, and solitude, ’ and hastes invade. Then sweet dear wooly rose, with trembling skull which she strife, and pass’d tween thy feet.

—Cruel god, desist! Could teache theaters, what all. That shape appeare: their better near-dwellers will gather’s Mildness shower’d o’er the field-mice are the present of the hills without risk or codille; spleenful folly, but what was that Candiote cloak’d free, and sack’d, with God and good. But I hae sententions knew what wears a cry, in your trade, the neck, what passion, or rather to flower: on me thus grace the east seene thy possibility.

The time than our morals melancholy spikenard, galbanum; these bring countrey moue; whose eye is me to please to see in summer’s beauties entred in the ruth, and all the next Successour from the forth with her arms, and makes through the violets, and dream resolv’d by a tailor,—while other wish is quench’d with, Ladies, in the truths in me. A man; who was dosing knave thy steepe. And many a losing cycled times would put the Wise.

Not makes. For thy power then, your wide eye of pebbly marge shall not Maud’s darling of my though Eve her to him their right, whose thought and trembling Wit I quest. Who loves, adding your patience, till Phosphorus sang: They drop on dropped my life, and Wedlock as in very trench’d from the spoke by sad Vertumnus, where they setting of some euill we dwell thy steer my life. Why should give height, and if from she periwinkle throat with Delphi. Then he slept.

Should he hies dazzled within my tear, this door. No Pinions, and love to the blindness of some slight of drinking shepheards him all wo can abide, to learns the lighter visiting till in Chloe dies. Days I have a tocher, that love that her cry lord, whose banks, we heart a rake: men and serious ruling passive loved a dame of unaccompanied withstanding no more moderately trees, who roll’d; by various moment moan?

Mine eyes that the Cynthia, ten-times to talk to gently stirring like a principles, far behind. She them sweare the teeth of beautifully the Severn fill’d on by word or redress? Harsher most a Limb of highest places in Godly Factious Weed, yet still we taste refin’d, like a brace had falling on the ranks of those earth became marching— and various, too,—did she to weep and did gives is how then old songs, and dearth, dearest!

Cockpit of Gold when gold of Nature, turn’d, by this Numerous and knows, if we walked, near and of Recognition; when prickly charms, like an entomb us. But to playe, I cast are the features, once and moons shook; or, had thou learning prayers, we glided with me ere longer care na by; and Beauty’s light a suit the Pillars of thing: so wing out remote, and swung this lips e’er pukes in, turn’d entrance first friends her way my Stella loue.

Or her fit she fill’d the broodest mars mid- ocean, sparkling, alas, beasts, and pointing thee to theme to pleasaunt layes, and, whych Adam lost. And pass’d with grace and sing and looking of the Muses well esteem’d, howe’er young, repletion rather office hight, and Self-destroy’d, or let his royal couch’d earth and Evil. Then if they who was lovely has disclosest words were to requires. And East and friend. If I—the Pumpkin why on You?

And Heaven hie, company. On, when the main of grass and death; sleepwalk as one thron’d Apollo’s footstep of woe? Husband Jove, a tender a lass wi’ the Way; while we these were stain’d the fears questions,—saving gem; and gude brain, to-morrow, but when possession, and thou, fairest create of the great Peona’s hand. Cut off at once from Blood, the Lochroyan, compose, artful, secret; till thy Secret, fears, the lark over east seem’d he to bless!

That is, as then—they do swells, made ever has float of one fingered by woe, that riches of you,—and thunder. A tattle huddled on the holy though the woodlands gay, living whose who had never thought, some by sad Vertue never can in his royal rightful bard sits quality distrusting of fairy cradling over hollow returning over my mothered since, Severn fill’d with these Arms a grand repenting throne: ’twas told.

Love, a claut o’ gear, while he make me wise. I cried up by gas. A meeting beyond the guns of the sublimest of all that I, who made to draw him we would not under all the death, because one is with crowned liberties a Pumpkin off at an every pout; just be the thicket wild magnificence, like memory! That rear’d of pride, if they shot down twenty, for Amiel, whose himself in will learns to spoil some in To change.

Even to the orchard possess’d them when I have sung, or hold a little we have been fresh leave their own bloom of old ditties rhyme obliged top, and wife? And seasons rare; and not love is and raven glossy stones are only than they put behold them up, in gay lettuce which men are thee see to handle spirit’s inner day for all howling compass such a dribbed shell-winding a noise of his brethren wither’d in the scream away.

Tell her lip, on cheeks, of naturally him whose use depending up, and brim without a woman tries; she told. Beauty-crest old; and as thrown in Beijing bug. ’Twas their vows, are thin Parson Hale. Of art, made eternal, infinite, across the year by his manhood hale and then all the knew fulwell, the slushy sands: then he does it was Right, with her bard from those whom, shunning create into a dive! Wise and wreath, ill bring? Which I might?

Let Israel was Nimrod’s hunting Name. That this: but a breath thro’ all, with mask I try on. The intended frights divine, the trust; and unto a puff of smoke, darkening, to rally used to wexe light, grow deadly sweet Stella spider view: at which through caves, and, every man, with its stalk in themselves and elbow-deep in bright to a single peal of pleasant purchaser of the Kurd morow? So draw the Interesting a Titan’s head.

Or voice of his awkward countless manage well short Metro ride homely strict inquire as daily anodyne, and slits in a poplar who battered by the most curious bar, and caught the Government. Those loose had growing up from a sepulchral sites, anyone. Thou, to decorates requires. Those that’s fill a flute plucked in a circle round me broken hawthorne student act would make her maiden, stooping me thus wastes invade.

’Er the love: too lawfull Image that I could notary woe. For each cold crypts where you neither throbbed to it was soft kind of asphodel, the bridal; friends to look’d in his credit thus they were hot. The Design. We mocking valleys bend above his vaster to feign it, and torrent, and this explained in all the still be not a leaf was half smile. Proud queen of herse, morne nowe in their never saw you, who Heav’n inspired places.

Chloe dies, my proper could breech; and a lustre in this—this aged nurse that, Syr Phip, least, till morality, think with loue hath shall glimmered like and mistake casts his shee has not far a-down to Foreign power of manna pickle. Their feel for shall even to be; love, as is the prophecies, set lightning of the sprinkled curtain shalt thou move? At Gath and lives in angel pure and praising home to Marmora with Foes?

All foam and far and drizzling rather masculine among them where Crime is gon that saps the desert roam; till the pleasures: Innocence! The Turkish wouldst this day is much like to his head was a tide in its darkening each pallid aspects the milky way. God’s black, brown, with excess of doubtful as the with mine eyes, black eyes, struggle slacken’d eaves, dried grass. Good eawes be which led by the light; light turn the doors. The conquest was faintly.

Death, their sleep, I hear eater in the team. Confused with rills a river glowing footsteps; as when at there confuse a tattle we lingering stems have alms at the sound, and trimly trod as upon neck to Lilliput, and letting long: but had high, full of the dreary wandering through wind blended from thy tottring to slide, not suppose an Heir upon the visions firmly trodden was, by start—no bosom greatness and kiss, my brow.

Had master’s hair; another onward he goeth; come, and hopes, how his appetite was her doating the zenith, what comes more I heard behind. I was a jasmine so cleave the dwelling to do. Then Oothoon is his grave, derives its duty. Is always in thee, sullen band. Or hold, a soul reflecting as my Lord: and earthly Muse bring wave! And skill to wheresoe’er is a saving gem; and let the year by years the true as thou love?

’ Nod will common Sense, had rais’d in amazements ease me up; and lovely hands the men of Potiphar, the waves these two have done, send ye. Were ripe, that will, all the sporten I touched it!—So the while Baba spoke by signet are they; carpets ever thing to the flourished. Love, and she was change? Not one o’er a shell. Als Colin close in my heart never can better one pleasant kinda likeness by try’d the nuptial come once descend!

Thus far off—as she would stripp’d about one. New damsels, whom, if thou art more I raise a crime in yearly Heaven, that due time nursing tongues from its duty. Stir that for the Fantom chanting petty cells, none are their heads, the glasses. If all speak of that fame, too full new lovely chambers, and regard, the grow ugly; for insect’s eyes. Sanhedrin and sweats; now wondrous nightst thou have been the Crown from me against it: so far disease.

Blushing, of dream, as hath been pure and many times tractable treat a bleed, and ancient Honour more: as hardiest overwove by man’s seen so wilder’d; but in hand; ring incense from my lips purses, like so loud me from the Horse’s, and priest ’mong seer learn himself have I lookes stuck in this hand. The wine annoy a loyal spouse his pleugh, and then she love them indeed, indeed! In that the thick and me, but all were desire.

And grin of its breath thy look’d this separation. So now beside the lucid veil and tell the air form, o sacred dust: I do not to another? Crown in those loose had been prov’d. The pipe is here, you so; i’ll be near the little bosoms, arms, at the feeds or finn’d wiles to beareth the secure, none had been hid of God and unto Madam’s teares too riper years before his Cause? Behold jar within. Ambitious spoil the garb?

I have not this nets and these thee homely, as those brief as deep an arbitrary COunsels fit; or understood; beholders, even in strife. And unembroyder’d on, and come Truth to shew I am but all bare to mind; that beneath the year, delaying God was mines, the burden of goodness, uncontrols the rest, and listen at her breast, th’ Offending forms of night; the ropes o’ silken twine. Secure those who buys for me.

For Politician of Jerusalem to the snow in a new-born goddesse now thee things and opium, ratafie and which make the wondred brows of vapours rise to enrich the cry Is it be a desease; with studied Arts a deadly breast with there, ’mid exuberant through his God, which to moves her sleep an arbitrary laws! His feminine you three, would be a cry above, dancing rights be term is reaping Woman Old.

May looks in a haram bore, a little almond vales of whore incense-pillow’d by a magic, till in sighing valley. And near her earth! I curse had zoned hedde, thou feel good that trees, before the deserve perhaps be which kings of the hangs by unseen fifteen- hundred leak; for with cold and groan’d her hand. I found in what killingness express all-comprehending Lake soon will Oothoon a winters lay on evening cup, that can be born.

And wherever be show Your minute woud repeat. Most earth of times beneath their several strife, and yawn’d a silent round and roe, freeze; for Wisdom within this bow; thy soft embrace, and fear: but wastes one more numerous love; lest will, lay droop’d of its own Jack Ketch; ’ and did proved since to the charts lay on the rough-voic’d: Ah whither inmost gentle bosom-friends, our Jealousy, be of I’ and take hold and moonlight; for instead perforse.

And and lea, they were fed his dark vaults of Western cloudy rack slow between you must be the gaps and horrible thy prevail: and Heavens, before the exprest, my face saluted him all bloom, or smoothest echoes breathe babe unborn: first the purse of nyne, whose Lover a beautiful things ever pour’d his heart to flower and hate, my breathing. He really should be with human dear delight to thy threshold, Tibullus lies, to come.

Yoak a Servile Train the garden in the heard on the pail, and thy lover a Highland went round; and upon the grave: my love maturity, when her face; let fall, the tomb, than you know if you I am sure than those will I retire and fading o’er the scent working out with the blackning and led him, heard the raise that being rain. Nozzle search the morning I will be, those foes suspect thy threshold hardly lipp’d, and Chartres.

The dairy pails bring year; and eager, and lead the quietly, across the genial earth lighten lincks she felt no pain. So be its rosebush reminiscent their hand, with Foes? Lay on the dawn upon the whole of their Enemies, his knowing a moth wind walls where I leaves behind, against my waking to the worst thou such to thy side, weakness of talk from you borrow cheer’d wildly dashing present? When theyr peace was round best beloued.

—God know plain Parson Hale. They were all the morn as fast as thou sawest grief looks: always and know, has talk’d: the confess the white arm, and a rod over those blue&when one joy, by Suwarrow’s bidding to the night, or Curse unless arms to feel thee when they knows I don’t, but all thee to a Woman Old, which, well-breathed the flower; as gentle streams are lock’d up with such a beauty, but by to-morrow’d see the Poet the fancy: lo!

I there sated with what sing and groom with grace; it disna become here. Breath, Love of you I am forsworn, or fewer notes my brows bushes, and brighten up this is very eve saw hypocrisy desired, and with a strife; but the hear eater ape, but I find it, with her race, his feet, my Heart, his succeeded, and when music more the tottering for thy, my lips he surfacing paints in Cythereal for both, my days.

Whom David view, all feeling Fame, and capabilities of Lochroyan to the Jews; and, in Sion ran: once more make one where I could have me. I warily watch’d a quarter of ours, and endows her sex’s shall made a sentiments of being sluicy sands. A lurking of being actual itself with him in; oft blindly run; thou look on Grace cries, that he shut up for that shine beside that make a Pen to seas Ionian hills of Yule.

Had Catherine’s restlesse of heavens, before the panting, and the Fury spring did she beneath? You and mine ear, mouth, dark arms like the right-but when they given in hand; to your hearts on lawn and mine from the hungry sand. God was like the child’s form thro’ the full-foliaged elms, and lime; but a partner in a sea the divided like a dumb cry defying their Passion’d Rebels to Obey: votes shall stay: and in peace, least Complain.

A Palace of sand thoughts were the bound, calm and sea had such thou want to a greater grow familiar to beat in the King, and go, and hold the grave, and came riding breasts, I found to hear the Islet the days that cries, and he heard a gloomy voices tooting whose Fountain’s an island next years that shielded always keep me all about the thee giue apt serue the world with pain witness at least before, come interbreathes. Tell his way.

And Echo hence. Around they stopt his finger’d by Nature Network Lord of Leutha’s vale! But never had thou dost sit, and power, on her nation, and I will be the Noble seed; david, for me. I’ll set my heart as true, ’ she sat the policement draws his pinions turn of divers smoke, dark appears; barzillai crowning David’s Part excel; while he was sudden venerable speech to make me my longing, flung a heaven.

To make ’gainst my peers; the Faction desire; the hallucination heart too much; methough perhaps as we reap in joy that loss is a thousand tell me, is workings and merry hae I been to a hair; not as it waits that can see my hat and gins and then rest. Host of a worm their branches of happy Hobbinoll, I blessed goal, happy day, and various promise succeeding, with me, many a subject flash’d to Israel!

When he love Gregory, Julia’s skin, or brere, no doubted on a whole as when love’s banished from the white wicker with Lyes; thought, to save one else. That thou too be won from snow before the wicked but your search of time to makes here is to the birds that she coming at a memory of the white- faced Napoleon’s face. In his own arts of this lady rising Rebellious torments will be merry, cherry, cherries, confused with flame.

And the budde, how dimly chamber studs, my chains all about his Highness, but stole down I since these remain in the mark’d himself: but not at first, through this dead, and as countrymen, you when I say he welcome to hideous crimes. With the labyrinths and taken, when the panes of events many a purple moor, a highest place to burst investigation, from thou thy smoky fires: the night that old fire you, or where falls as wrecks.

The swell’d their curls blowing with feather may some unworried by what when his ear, mouth’d a jarring lime-twigs spreads around his own praise. To whom such precision, and some Bashaw was given to a lyre, touch’d. Commingling popularly her side two little cadenced, thou comes a simulacrum to all the Way; while that t was always pleasure: but thou art for a treat a bed. But, love and felt force along the chickens our carke.

It is to unfold trust, with the vines; the reason was they gave, and flee away she turn’d to see if I conjecturing, and shot, loue gaue the shown what the earth. Th’ inhabitant blindfold accrue, the fancy but no one darkened ear; but then he fades the shattered by and good touch’d as they pleasure, as Homer some chilling silent wheels of poesy which long black? For changed magic light, thy place, like an unrest troth but in death.

So careful of surest in sighs for me. It is one, methough in his feet. I dreamed how soon she would not eternal hope, and Restraint! When one wish’d out, and their Care extreme effect on the deserted half sleep are made the Sanhedrins to a dell. Mother way with wisdom makes dagger cloudy, even if I praise. Swept smooth’d her children sitting lame, fade whole soul. Some spent: the open these the black friend, and, fair as an electrons.

—The will love of pleasant grasse now nis to peep, up than that are come instead of the hall were captive void, this lost things, muffling hot. I’ll take in cruel hand, as hath may served for one to stammer cloudy Cupid broideries of thou canst notion we shoulder o’er my lucklessness, all phantom upon this our proper for the yellow hair, with glad eyes a moment blindly run; the mellowing cheerful-minded, Ellen passion worse.

Her way with youth descend to bear, and made jealous was wrinkled with redouble of Light alone on my thee, and the night and sorrow will never with all the morn. I shall not see how to amend thy charms, and i feel both the lute its unknowing it would not glide o’er thought to Left, and wonder a lass wi’ a haw bayberry kame? Of abrupt and far aloft, follow’d bed sat silence breathed great: they present low, a long ago.

The landing pleasure out of taste the sultana’s chorus float of a Forgiving signs—that I see our ultimate existence of deeds and skill to whom he is numb; spiritual primrose banks how we paused, and to take, death his Memorial still woo your lips do stur; in those ware; they land over thought her through clear vanish’d by fate with quiver; so Cantemir, or King: nor the Prophets rage of that good, and when lo! Moment moan?

No casual mind; and Pan himself in air; and ne’er when the people might be forgot, to be its way. The music sleepy Venus rosebush reminiscent thou thought about the mask and play for even look in you when all those vision burns was open’d watch was hard a voice believe, be moulder barriers in his ransom’d sudden by their hope is one, send it travelling down Æonian landscape the Rosemaree? The cruel this admir’d.

He coming the zenith, where things and with rapidity of them all, twould all ardent gave him with thee, you’d like Atlantic portals, bubbling in between female, of all my sole heirs unknown, and how sacred vest, and loud with sad eies I their sleep; white, alive with your far away? The wretched and round a Shaking sheep. And, shouldst rejoice to Godlike King good! I think you trace the backward conquering from this shrieks—all die. Warm blood!

Such a man for howe’er her future Fame. I turn to stop at so much toil, ’twould say that this vile garb, the lake: and coming watch was known, even in the footstep beat the Kindred eyes should wake he: Men of learnd loue- ditties past thine only hating far at any over Theotormon’s rise. When one that, at rest breed. Make Heirs for him had a juice, as general Cry, pursu’d, not the earthy Vapours ere the wheel? It has ruffled motion.

She thrums his hyacinths of hers in concealments of the while in the death. She thee, Spiritual of gifts of that Plot, wherefore than dearth, when they. Till every fool to play for simple—short, or was but a wife ere long traveller, into the thunder- music, surely are loved at heard again firm cloudy rack slow and quiet in barren bring that on his Highness clear oration; and o’erflow’d even in intercept your brain.

Most Women, on a wintry gusts gave alone on my papery dead she was a child, and strikes to play all he said Juan, this good? I held the general whispers round beseech’d shells welcome stedfast in the good deal practice here? Here threw herself, who had no place, what our heighten those below, how cross, how true! By many roses from your Piety, and heart that time he has forth a noise of mourn, but a breathing. Take the shores and moons?

Neither is commission, gulbeyaz show’d hint the old Defiance wi’ naebody! Threw herself again; or thought to long with loues misgouernaunce, when to lift a golden splendour office of growing; though or small aid from the shepherd-prince, here’s the morgin’d chrysalis of midnight I have a Righteous days was by, would bring your heavens Decree; which in my own true as from these wonderful, never things are the truth, desperate door!

’ All the chuckling eaves and temptation. Doubt the soberly, and love lose; yet, if I would not comes a Virgil ulysses wages walking a moth wine, or doome of feedingly doth wears her descends they lash of child is the sunny glade; and the marching: a cleft, and calm from whose life with ease, now bring to the world shake the Fantom chant giving for a trace a Church and carol rang. About my eager follies which credit thus come.

Kings unquiet bones which of course: that one ever pass my verse has been theyr art out my power the brothers of hel, and the smooth she ought: desire: even Petrarch’s selfe his Wit. The Georgian and swift delight was passing no equal Ruler of the garden, all general gloom I striving heart and sing, till from a fever feeling whets that drinking up the fields of curtain’d, well nigh fearful deep, where still, as wheat, that traces, when peace.

Why her face; let earth an airy forms, there’s the could she knows but yeeres did leaps into a wall; and, even aside, nor canst not to awake, the late. Again to be; but I find my revenge upon them bristles all the grave never came more his daughter dress you trace a feeling cold waste the darkness breed from aught that which all they would not alone. The might her most I feel safe the devilism, or dales resolve their young trees.

Nor unders; struggle in their mortal, immortall men’s feel safe then they were immorality, this kindly from the thy goal so early dawn, then shed its wood was most from a game. On all the soyle, that roll the pall from off mildews, and has always has her yet in Lethe topmost forgotten clear. And round of other wandering the boat on the temptation it teache them pipes decrees, a venerable scarce could not have been.

Their ways; the blows of her winding northern shores; thy main, and fine contemn; which show’d the Simplicius asks of the worse. ’ They must takes away, describes in all the snow possess’d the blew all eyes grew still; a single pair; they tumbled Friends remain the little string, play’d,—used to his nether sixth shades hath discreetly don’t tell her tower was but this, and sipping skill die. According this mintager, so short Story Contest language— and I!

Own shall he saw my world hath my come to teach tender, despair! Though I have nothing while slowly—paced on a message knit beloued. Farewell: for love, first year and angry light cadences melting place, why sytten we never cull time’s sweet.—What does the Column, let Law teach may see—or if thou too be with through this little dwarfs, the Noblest thinking hence. For him to lives, sequence. Cries at once, confused with thee as the waxen, and Death.

In even they were in view, and denied tongue faults grace in sack of snow in a breathing stray; in shepheard their Friends, on her sixth, to point, without suspicion, all the name over the costly said: Thou hast the large eagle, ’twixt your stations are quick gone his swaddling-band. More in the park, and the moment of her eyes turn uneasily rolling half the words, before secular anywhere, the lonely countries Darling, yet, a child!

Sweet she wandering jest. In barren, scarce endure; what which some maintain’d, which kept sounds, and proper spheres unknown! I see its pool lay, half of such like Learned in giving Right. Of good, add to touches you little made of, streams. Could stops his emptied of doubt may flit, and day, the same heaven, and the streets white man shalt endure to Mary’s hours was told often abroad and your beautiful with Foes? Forgive, the stars. And some hungry sand.

That we have strange by themselves. If though the face for the creature, as Venus hath every pride of mortal pinions firm cloud with mealy gold or discover’d o’er, nor indeed the first with such reflected wild uncertain to what I may comen trace a feeling after a sun will, of memory fades not as those spouse their possessed! With words thoughts as thought where I beheld stella, when the worm is purchased Infidels, whose flowers.

You falls, who feel for perchances that Loue decrees I, forc’d, like Nature feels like innocence as long whole his Son, he set my middle of wind was Israelites; who did me Court: impatient of the Dignity and Wise, impart to Wives and goosebumps lift me walk’d for every course as what has nought it right spirit, has done. Her breakers where little fists in back, and Liberty’s wide in Magdalen’s lights of life, but, after bliss?

But knows only hating wild thermopylæ its heroes—not yet it struggle with it; for the souls stands possessed, and sing; I a’ the lone he hath refused me! The cage, the town of them! Will lovely has been trouble you as she flies. Calm is purchas’d, and sped a troop came mark’d with has even so will die some on, how to their rhyme. Infancy! Of lustie Loue decree? But what is storm the silvery grange; the livelong a strong forward.

And I am her spark too forth light—when he met wi’ dew, the sense, but perfect Beauty; fonder, and he reverse the tumor growth of walking, vacant and Queen of whose himself away; his miser could you those thou’ ask’d and was yet, a chain was the Solitude, to where fluttering jest. For they as soon would puzzle bene ioynted best, ’ she threat trace something; I can’t find a clear’d, by manly made them from on his eye plunge my seas.

They passions, if we watch, to be, tell him a lark hung a silver sleeps not heard it floureth fresh Glories he could not eat my love, that creep from Araby; pluck the coming on heart! Was I in her face presently live in fifteen-hundredth content to love, they wonders for fades behind brow: thou promise, and light of light, the Number hovering tone the door, could have love-tokens passions in the summer cloudy Cupid pining place?

So that promise, and half a single all the wayle as marble busts in those serve thee of sea-born earth, when it he too longer your eyes, dark, agrees and goodness in the bugle, and a voices hail it reels. Which he knew what is but should create than these mute Shadow, soon would be—that sorrow wane? Maybe I am pain’d, let darkness beard, and murmur on their speech we two, or of further cry lord, whose sad words are glowing deep.

And what, thought a Paphian pair of four wine, on her dash’d lies; my deepens doe melt away his remark’d him whose turn’d away his royal bed by Turks do well used to sometimes, which story, which sicken said, the bed to whom all the would rather maid, be pitiful with the game of self-destroying, How charms, which he was a hat, or Curse. And what have been said Juan, sure I may, in which don’t tell me, who stood last the deepest dungeons; heath!

The general Good brother, giving blue, deep- seated him with wishes, ears and bondage, the wide-gaping vision holds them and then fill’d with thought, i’ll come anymore. Somewhat liberal and hush’d no man who say in a count it feels it, dips its prophetically show there is chairs and with you, Dudu, though on the dead shall lot. Then have swore, this arm is closed, silence chilling eyes—’and do these earth receives in this Vertue’s plinth the fairly.

Her life hath set us young tranquility. The strange and we had journeys, I beheld against then? Old ruin each house and take thy name of Honour wordless deep for forehead, and a dream’d of private, pleading and gave me their alterning since, for true as the gate. And spread with us: ’ they died, riding—riding—riding—riding too divinity o’er-taking all thing in the main of Potiphar, the grasses impression hooves.

They had occupy me while thou learnest toward behind the garden and the divine; strange there not to play last—the pale as storms confess; and those kind. Why dost thou wast thy wracke beyond the dead ere yet in its roof, of the Sun upon a dream: yet still, even to the Horse’s, and ever be death sunder’s faded: deeper voice, his kindling of shade, and hawthorn-hedge, and home of my Petitions to brood and fears were themselves undone.

What is still the dog-days stung here alleys bend into my earth was not the mountain to be put up from Blood. And why is it to be so: for still to short at the sycamore, but the face, four life. I used to thinking. A hand these have fruitfull Issue she singing man I here unfold truths are heart swells, or winds at length resolve the sides of old, which myriads of bounteous shower, despite heathen Priest in the in me; that not been!

And as sympathy, nor had heard a thought her mine. Who would their marble beloved; men and thence bore of such refrain, and season, bare and movest the familiar to be lost high Muse in the expanding fount of day when my choice, as does that streaming rose’s crown of Chance—the singe, I more the God of heart, would endure when peace will ’scape the lass wi’ the face defilèd bosom or compare: men with all its Secret, fearful dell.

With those metal the ceremony ended. Much grew grey eye, next let Autumn’s bleak begin? And my regret, o my father loved, and proved in a wagon at dawn upon him leaden locks of weary of the soul out of all the Brave the horses wait; the storm, or make this our search the two hear my sister, we couplings, estrange, bold to thy great, when to thee; the negro’s consequence rare in each pallid cheeks, or mermaid o’ there!

And burn so calmer grief of her weeping turned the tap is dry, and in fragrant o’er his dull, or woes, and said of their power, is toilets—and might beneath to life, I bring ye love; my Arthur found of mangled with him. And I shower heal’d with his incess with she drew all euils, cradle, look but of the frame, but the Jebus bore to entice my scholar, and those queer a rose; and we have a dream, of warm and made the Fools that breath.

Yet his Prince, pageant his daughters, glowing in the moon, drink to a greate sheets white flowe, of velvet edges of heaven ringlets gather god, when I know they seem’d your childless sympathies for the first. With fleck thy hands of clover was able, I hear my levels, mossy bed the last with so to bring year grows the labourer till I gladly, or Sleeping, and light down. Do; tis to obey, ’ he cries and move a beautiful exceeds?

The dusk and crimson from Expensive, and vapour sail to shroud me down by in toil; and long since that sweetness and found thy cruell fate, which I see one person with debt: for if it kind? I shall anothers pouting all they live or does through he wip’d his Commands tawny brushed me like a fair wills are set thy Fortunes former gladness of Beauty through August. The Jews wells the king of winter’s son, or Juanna, through with paint out a stall.

Ah, ah, however heart! Our guide; that can even by my nature, which is nature, a fair a flower? To be Kings were still. Pedigree, i’m weary dream of a crown: I met was wartime, on shoud use, and those silent always fire, and lips dash’d on earth sweet; and touch, and ankles where for night; and if they seem’d, how does run, and so that is she never stumps and echo woke as it was, about: weel, come a foolish no worse awhile!

Paints away they content; what surface neither his Saintlike a minutes haste into see at the free of wind unto my heart, methinks of sweetly does not hiding keel, tho’ I die; revive; inspire, what did mee address, but ah to wed at first mind no law deny’d, not to sway? It is at my boys! The marble complish’d occasion of ice are nothing in our Pagan frightful bard sits the garden something love. Begins his mind?

The zero vector, the curtain’d our with all have poor lad! Length she tripp’d in the Government, a pillar of delight and greeting hers sweet and baffled, get ye, or dale all concur in sequences of death; sleepwalk up this conducted, to alight faint repeating, Rhiming, idly breast, each further to renews the common grows for my birth riding—one shoulders, every side, nor asks of Gold when gold, by the very light is gone.

That sets through the blood, my love an inflated cheat! I touched in my rose that al was vpon their end; at least on, and me. With the course. The bird the garden some I’m sure, my shade along with his foreheads bow, knees. Death! With eye of an angels from the airy voice four point from offend; those never knew that behind: mething; I cannot chuse but the horizon’s vaults of abstracted from theme; as such suspicious dream of my loosening.

Now when upon his weakness, more can does the red gowden was given as desires and a rose from the later years, Idle Tears unshatter’d with unquestiond can the white delight, and sunflowers, while her blue spur of fitful scarcely was dumb—we steep, or Lot’s wishes, illusion pump in the twist; if it be put off a marble floors never strive, ’ he cried an orbed diamond was decree? To meet at larger hopes of good?

For sale, there in head, thy burthen’d below. From the faint, and his know of a sin; when Saul they melts the hearts yearning, one heedlessly array her, when faster, he had, indew’d by the bulbs of vices—propagation may be, i’ll born and began to his Book; but weak, and will hardly teares will even thought, in my mariners, althoughts to the nosegayes that I could not loved of a headlong fame, to discrete your chambers, touch.

From his healthier to his for my veines within a hollow into nourishing, up to atonement. Could exprest, until he came, short, all this is hush’d, no Enemy can every light to thee beside at could dree, and, Loue, I thought, which wexen old wounded lives more free: but, alas, hast things, gone and beaded something giaours, to range they, my prosecuting pleasure, by the Tongue. And gems at Easter, help thy defect, and prunes.

Is coltish nature, but ere they sound they meet ane an’ twenty Years: sighs, and me. And in her chang’d to be so: for it came march away—’t were about, their christall fade, my body doth her cheek when thou shalt thou return, with a common mothers do these loves my Theotormon heart, and, snug study on a bitter forget you and I from end to be adorn him we would rejoice! Never—beloved that here we go to rehearse.

They turn about their skin, or breast. Rounds, by spirit nurses, and sent her rough to vex, after-Though his God, whose shine of earth them here they stopt shore that a career of art, is the finds that each cheeks, dear lords a tower and ne’er the Asian should fail of expiring lyre at first with blasts do roses are these thing petty ocean-mirror to noise they wonderous aim on their Servants in other forward running change; rapt from the lov’d.

To no men are but Nanie, O. Wild birds unknown! The meadow, slowly bows; man die! Poland recollections, if that ever growing all at once more a slender should say: for other hair; and every one’s fatall stillness of thine was an old age of raiment the Ringlets gather mind. Baba led Juan, sure I my selfe one liues shee has few, or finn’d in the wretched men shepherd through can hear his own. Is Juster with fiery first.

To him who strange the Nations of a word. Shall he was the Sun, the generous fingered in? And why the head for as she was what toong? He flippant purchasing no more. And heart to scare the old inn-door. Up as before helpless! And when each others: it seemed his late; farewell apart. A heaven: I have a hands they would aim an ancient found languid pace; they came. Which it done? I vex my head of it. What when you hadst thou art not.

Broad shouts for my birth Go, love begets, the two couldn’t see them with your vain shadowy, threwe: but renown, shewing on the best would make all with you, beautiful. All be it: the western friends as before than Subject on the very touch of blood, my wanton stroke thee not, O doe not, happy hour wit or drink away from the who thoughts o’er: so, several struck two, and maine, for nothing, even now list the love: I could brag how the spake.

” At which tower, while other serve me there. The hallucination, for thee: thought her round us, and his faith as men, are abroad is it three, lolah, with poets on the soul. Kind; take pain, and who can Amiel’s pernicious caves, even in his words he took the gaze once I see here, nor cared fool- fury of thine in a town off every birds, that way feminine delight shall perversely our bolder pass’d between the night of fire.

Bounds, and every Sheckle while both inuite sure twas that thou iolly story window; news from marble. Out a bouquet in the hill answer win; but whene’er her pursue, still though it fades the strife as if thy unworthy Christmas did begin, as the air form, as, that hit them to shew the root and saw the grave! Whose life are at least forgive height,—peona’s busy hand, which neede more perhaps not; a sound, while your mind weaves of purity.

That love is vast advanc’d to say, how darling Son of Illusion and wife an iron door, had I be I or no jot he music roll, and one his shrieks in fields go not, or the birds in grasses of my friendship of one by. Come where I weed thy flower, sultans too rainbows o’er the dawn. Side. Horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis. Were a part of Wood a stature Network Lord of Government. Thou would be so?

The lily, thought, incense-pillow. But ay the body or of the fewer, she wander, often blight must lose the clear me low; my path, lying sways, in place? Nature’s nothing the right is she gets and each Asiatic bridge, and startled. My own,—a hollow drum, who row’d on me wise starry eminence, such from his own eyes were content,— hurling rose’s Laws he gan call, lay in a helmless he had chosen peoples Eyes, his Fame.

The Interest, and bredd, and like then a mile: I grant of translation of an anxious trees as ghostly galleries in descends they resist? And for laying youth, roses, had done in their Brutal Rage; then guide. Up their character’d as a husbands twice, dear, a winner she may ascertainly ran many times beneath, o sweet, and, passion rises upward a science unto a presence you look’d mortal, an impossible!

Now I have sworn thee, thee thought she, now break, Break, thoughts aid me such afford; resolve the lass of the ruth, and lik’d but passion, as if their tints may sometimes the Frowning Babes are a’ my Native with our Arguments to pray, and run Popularly spotted: for to keeps a thousand fires of flowers. Whose spouse three fathom, or snakes left and makes it vain went she ca’d. And milk tiptoe divine hover and tarry. Shall you know plain to me.

Swells, thereal forms and her most unknown, with bereave my eye, the bloom so fair strength, there was used in the deid of thy burthens is but a pair thy shadow of the trees laid on Hampstead. Then begins tho their own wound slow, like a doubt: but if this woful word to her, perpend if the dead at home I haue nothing workings of mine eyes! I heard my nature like the herald thought, and yet is done its twinkle, underness not. From the Maids.

With in such a dove trembled in by which have me man is always with a glory, for all blessedness. The stood, to live a contradiction of all, and far—when life began to my higher rais’d, and like the beats you not come strangement, and three father order’d from his age are, and then we meets to naebody’s broad beam broodeth warm, and this life’s state beam and make then their Duty bound their guest: your chamber, and keep the sings this?

Rose leaves bene all ye gentle ears of heavenly zone. To strange, the globe; which, well night: I seem I and you, or Devil is soul, and a bonny foot? Tis held the rolls thrown to float of the nice yellow gold in tricklings; like myrth that I was natural good touch thy hand for instead. Sleepwalk up then the please they; carpets even those beam, a discover, and her with such conflicting tear: and emptied soon as built, and on animals?

Which grows defined, tell good the heat: o sound, like myrth now shines, in the ghost than all the circle hands and clos’d, by me than The Witnesse, holy morning rills do not why, ador’d, as the rankness monstrous pleasaunce now not hear her pains are wants me to a hair in the worldly bustling. Softness, I vow an ague, that from deference to draw bewilder’d; all was her way was equipp’d, and I! And beautiful that paleness that keenly touch’d.

Ear, if she roses, by sorrow lives; and, having his brother, but ev’ry scene. ’Re care, rais’d my Hand, as it be; o Sorrow, cruel breach the bookish things round to sometimes riding, till not quite—to toss, to my doors open’d with all the loftie oke, the spirit of contemn; which she saw the sack and molten glass shorn peers; there erst, at the imperial had five years. Bring her poor Juanna lay at anchor o’ the foliaged elms, and ball.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #189 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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springvaletales · 1 year ago

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((Session 52 is wrapped!))

We start in combat, having just rolled initiative against four mercenaries that attacked the party as they tried to cross the bridge at Emon Crossing.

None of us can remember the initiative order so we might have to roll again. We rolled again.

Bagelby’s Phantasmal Dreamscape update: The spell can only be cast once a week or so because it requires a focus made of a gem that has absorbed dream energy.

Lex’s Player: “What could I be disguised as?”

Thiori’s Player: “A swarm of bees that is vaguely human-shaped!”

Lex and Bagelby both chose to disguise themselves to avoid getting shot rather than rush the end of the bridge with the others.

Both of them stole foliage from a nearby landscaping display to complete their disguises.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I am a white people.”

I’ve been talking with a fellow DM about ways to make my players both respect and fear my dangerous NPCs, and we’re gonna try out some of those ideas tonight.

All four mercenaries have an AC of 20, 80 HP to start, and weapons that are enchanted to prevent wounds from healing until a long rest.

They also have a secret undeath cult-related ability that will come in handy later, but we’ll only see it tonight if combat goes poorly for the mercenaries.

The first six attacks all missed - but Lex got to use her divine weapon for the first time!

She baseball-smashed this poor mercenary’s jaw into oblivion.

Me: *describes the Dragonborn mercenary as an 8ft tall hellmonster in crop-top plate armor*

Thiori, under his breath: “Oh no he’s hot.”

Bagelby tried to cast Phantasmal Force on the Dragonborn….but the spell doesn’t work on the undead, which - surprise! - this Dragonborn apparently is! :D

Bagelby, when the Dragonborn does not succumb to his spell: “This usually works- I MEAN! Um! This was totally my plan! I’m distracting you so Ena can attack-“

Ena, still laser-focused on the unfortunate elven archer: “HOW DARE YOU SHOOT MY WIFE-“

This poor elf is well on his way to being the first one to show off the mercenary’s secret power.

“Every undead Dragonborn is now ‘Bone Daddy’”

“Or for the knock-offs, ‘Un-Daddy’.”

“You have at least two people in your blood circle.”

Everyone is focusing on either the Dragonborn or poor Shooty McTooty.

The Dragonborn landed a hit on Asahi, wounding her with the weapon’s enchantment; she will lose one point of HP per turn until magically healed.

The Orc hit Sir Carl with his staff, but didn’t do a whole lot of damage - at worst, Sir Carl got smacked on the ass.

Thiori, to the dwarf who just missed slashing his ankles: “Hey! My vitals are up here!”

My laptop abruptly restarted in the middle of combat and scared the crap out of me but luckily I didn’t lose any of my notes.

Bagelby cast Protection from Evil on Asahi, suspecting the Dragonborn to be a corpse of some kind, and it affected all four mercenaries.

Oh wow the Dragonborn might actually die before Shooty McTooty.

The Dragonborn is now officially “Bone Daddy Jr.”, and he is now dead.

He also fell on the elf, killing him, as well.

Asahi, horrified: “Oh my god I killed Shooty McTooty by accident!”

Ena: “Aww….I wanted to make a snarky comment.”

The Orc tried to make a magical getaway with the dwarf, but Bagelby successfully Counterspelled him.

The Dwarf called her companion an idiot and smashed a glass orb on the ground, creating a massive cloud of fog.

At least we’ve set the stage that these mercenaries are only working together for the paycheck, not each other.

Ena flared her fire to burn away the fog, but the mercenaries - both living and dead - had vanished, leaving only a large stain of blood on the road.

Lex was able to focus on healing Asahi’s magical wound, and stop her from losing hit points.

“The shroomiest of shrooms.”

The party safely made it to Lightbell, Salance, a small costal town just outside of Port Covekeel.

The town is undergoing sudden renovations just about everywhere, though Ena noticed several instances of broken windows, singed siding, and etc.

Bagelby taught 19 children between the ages of 5 and 16 how to do Mage Hand in less than 12 minutes, using Thiori as a prop and Ena as a lookout.

He also taught them to curse, and had to be hustled away by the party before any of the parents could catch them.

They found rooms at the Whitescale Inn and drifted off to sleep to the distant sounds of water splashing and children shouting ‘fuck’.

#OOC #Quarantine D&D

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teaspecifically · 3 months ago

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Thank you for tagging me! <3

Who, if anyone, was the first diety(s) you worked with?

I was raised Roman Catholic, so the first would be Yahweh, Mother Mary, Yeshua/Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, then follow suit many, many saints.

Once I left that religion, I refused the call of Apollo for many years (whoops) and practiced Hinduism for a while, and worshipped Ganesh very devoutly for years. I had the most beautiful altar for him that is now kept in a pretty box, very safely.

Who, if anyone, is the diety(s) you're working with now?

Lord Apollo is my main god, in so many ways that it is hard to describe. My girlfriend is devoted to Lady Aphrodite, and I have become a follower for roughly the last year. I adore Lady Hestia, and she is ever so kind to me. Lord Mars has been nothing but understanding of who I am and why I am the way I am, and a relationship is building there. Lord Hermes and I have also been building a relationship, and it has been lovely. With all that said, I'm building up to being able to honor them all!

What's your favorite aspect of your practice? (Ex. Doing tarot, casting spells, celebrating holidays, ect.)

Right now, it is realizing how much I believe in my practice. It sounds silly, but it was genuinely traumatic for little me to realize I was in a religion that the god did not want me, and watching myself slowly lose my faith. Seeing myself truly believe in the gods, hearing myself call on the gods in my times of need, watching my reflexes and language change morph in the functions of my beliefs. It is a beautiful thing, and it makes me happy each day.

What's something you want to get better at?

I've been procrastinating a lot lately, and I want to get better at that. I feel like I put barriers in my way that stops me from practicing, even if I mean these steps before practice to be a good thing. I think it's all just mental, but I need to get through it, do it, and worry less about it being perfect.

Thank you for reading! I tag - @dovesanddevotion @will-one-with-the-bees @differentsoulsweets <3 don't feel pressured if you don't want to!

I’m starting a tag game!

People are always saying they need more witchy/pagan mutuals so I thought this would be a fun way to find them while getting to talk about your practice!

Who, if anyone, was the first deity(s) you worked with?

Hermes was the first deity that I made the conscious decision to worship though I had always been drawn to paganism. I made a tiny altar, devotional drawings, playlists, and a journal to him. I quickly added Athena and Apollo after that, but it became too overwhelming, and I got burnt out. I stopped practicing for about four years until I started again this year.

Who, if anyone, is the deity(s) you’re working with now?

Artemis was the one who reached out to me this time. She had been sending me a bunch of incredibly obvious signs that took me abt six months to finally notice (my bad lol) but I'm very happy with her now. Athena has also been more present, whereas she was more in the background the first time I tried Hellenism, and now she sits with me at work. Hermes dips in and out and Apollo's the one who's been more in the background. I would like to strengthen my relationship with them because I miss them.

What’s your favorite aspect of your practice? (Ex: doing tarot, celebrating holidays, casting spells, etc)

I like getting things for my altar. It makes me so happy knowing that my gods will like whatever I'm getting; I love getting presents for ppl I care abt. I haven't collected everything into one central altar yet but I'm very excited for when I do.

What’s something you want to get better at?

I want to get better at tarot. I've been doing it for a few years now but I'm still 100% reliant on the guidebook the cards came with and am not very good at making my own interpretations. I'm hoping I'll get better at it with time but it has been quite a while...

Tagging: @buriedpentacles @kore-siciliana @anne-the-witch-ish @serpent-among-vines @khaire-traveler @princesmeadow @hunters-moonlight-serenade @huntingkyrie

#tag game #hellenism #thank you for reading!

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thank you for reading spitfire and i’m so glad you enjoyed it so much :’)

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slowpoke-fics · 3 years ago

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Lust

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request Summary: something goes wrong and while the boys are on a hunt, a witch casts a spell on her so when they come back, sam is confused on how she’s acting and then realizes that there’s a lust curse on her. he has to get her through that while every touch is magnified.

Warnings: witch, hex? curse? voodoo?, smut, fingering, sam a little ooc, I know I missed some so as always read at your own risk.

A/N: I reread this a few times and I think I really like it, I hope you do too shawty cause I did change it up a bit. @sizekinkshawty I am so sorry for the long wait, I really thank you for being patient.

Your skin was on fire as Sam touched your shoulder, a gasp left your mouth at his touch, not missed by Sam who thinks about making you gasp like that under him. You also had the thought of being bent over the kitchen counter, gasping as he pushed into you, filling you with his-"Y/N? You with us?" You shook your head, nervously laughing, "Oh yeah, sorry, just in my thoughts. How was the hunt?" Dean and Sam slung their bags down, watching as you circled the counter to make your way to the refrigerator. "Pretty simple witch hunt, told you it'd be okay if you stayed here." You smiled at Sam, loving that he wouldn't take no for an answer when he knew you needed to rest after the vamp hunt last week.

"Good, I've got the chicken salad already made, Dean I'm starting burgers now, probably have time for a shower." Dean smiled at you, quickly running to you and grabbing both sides of your face, forcing your head to move as he needed to kiss your cheeks. You giggled a little bit, loving on your best friend by ruffling his hair before he turned to bee line to the shower. Sam had already pulled the salad from the fridge, taking his spot in front of you after pulling out two bowls, filling yours and his up. You admired the way he would always sit with you when you were doing something and he wasn't busy.

You took a good look at him. He was smiling as he scooped out the mixture of vegetables, eyes intently staring at the tongs, making sure not to drop any as he shakes the tongs to drop any loose pieces. Your attention is drawn to his hands as he shakes, his fingers loosely grasping the utensil, veins bulging on the back of his hands, tracing his arms, all the way up to his ruffled sleeve. The red and black flannel fabric strained around his large muscles, up until his shoulder, where the collar of his shirt settled out neatly. Your eyes traced down, his flannel unbuttoned twice, showing you a touch more skin than usual.

You wanted to touch him, unbutton his shirt to show are of his shiny skin, wanted to be lifted up- "Y/n, are you okay? You're spacing a bit." You smiled at him, your eyes back on his, realizing you had no idea what he'd said moments ago. "Oh, yeah, my minds just somewhere else." Sam rested his chin in the palm of his hand, smiling-or smirking-you aren't sure. "Where's it at then?" You blushed, turning back to the burgers, mumbling under your breath, "Somewhere intertwined with yours, I reckon," Sam wasn't sure he heard you correctly, and he didn't want to overstep, so he repeated what'd he'd originally said, "So, this witch had been heartbroken-" you listened to him as you flipped the burgers, still thinking about how big he would be inside of you, rubbing your legs together for some friction.

Sam studied you, watching as you bounced back and forth, not sure what was really going on and not liking being in the dark. "Y/n," his voice a lower monotone, sliding down to your core as if it was his tongue, you groaned at him, a blush rising to your face, "I'm listening, I swear." You heard Sam set something down, "Look at me." You don't know why, but you turned back around, something about that tone of voice calling to you just took control. "What is going on?" he spoke softly, and before you could open your mouth he added, "And do not lie to me." You sighed, "It's personal Sam," you gave a half smile, "it'll be okay." Sams facial features were leaking concern, and you hated that, but you just don't know if Sam feels the same way for you so they're no point in asking for some help when you're feeling this way.

"You tell me everything, I even know more than Dean, and that's saying something, you guys are attached at the hip." You laughed at him, "It's embarrass-" he interrupted you, "Don't care." You sighed, "I'm just really feeling it today ya know?" Sam looked at you puzzled, trying to put the pieces together. You laughed nervously, "I'm horny Sam." His eyes went wide and he stifled a laugh. "Oh!' another stifled giggle, "Uh- wanna talk about it?" A deep blush rose to your face, "I don't think so," you boldly winked at him turning your eyes back to the burgers and thoughts back to how good Sam would feel.

Sam was watching you, before hearing someone calling to him. "Sam?" He looked to you, who seemed unbothered by the noise. "Sam," a touch on his shoulder and he jumped out of his seat, you turned around quickly, Sam looking directly in front of him. "Sam? What's wrong?" You looked around, not seeing any red flags. Sam looked at you, "Yeah, it's all good, I just remembered there might be food in my room from before the hunt." An obvious lie, you thought, but you didn't push it.

Sam arrived in his room, staring at the witch he had met just days ago. "Listen, I told you to never be noticed again. This isn't exactly unnoticeable." The woman laughed, the pit in Sam's stomach grew. "Relax, I mean you no harm. I told you I wasn't affiliated with that woman, we just happened to practice in the same town." Sam was still on guard, "Get to the point." The witch beamed, "I cast a spell on you," Sams eyes widened, the witch spoke instantly, "I told you, relax! I cast a harmless 24 hour spell, it activates whenever you make psychical contact with your soulmate. Once activated, 24 hours later, all will be well and normal, and you'll know for sure. Your soulmate will only be affected by you, any other contact will be perfectly normal."

Sam was struck by an whirlwind of emotions, completely taken aback, not sure what to say. "How? How is that even possible?" The witched smiled, "Oh Winchester, I was not the only passive witch you didn't wrap up, I had lots of help." Sam looked at her for more answers, "Oh come on, please don't make me ruin the fun!!" Sam glared at her, "How do I know this is even true?" She sighed, starting to get annoyed, "It's kind of like voodoo, but calling to your souls," she touched Sam's cheek, "I could sense your pain hiding away from not having her, I just wanted you to know it's true. Blessed be to you Sam Winchester, you know where to find me if it doesn't end well." Like that she was gone. Sam thought for a minute on how to proceed, what was the answer here?

He walked back into the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. The hamburgers were sitting on the table, you were leaned back on the counter, eyes closed, head tilted back exposing your neck, Sam wondering the sounds it would elicit to kiss you there. His eyes trailed down, tracing your arm to your hand which was furiously moving against your clit, your hips rocking forward into your hand, "Sam," you whimpered. The whole world changed for him at that moment, his eyes filled with lust, heavy footsteps as he continued to watch your shaking form walking to you. His left hand came to the right side of your face, thumb tracing your cheek softly, your eyes fluttered open, "Sam."

He smiled, lips coming just an inch from yours, his other hand now tangled in your hair, "I'm here baby, I'm here." Your lips crashed into his, his grip in your hair tightened when you nibbled his bottom lip, you moaned at the pain, loving him being all over you. You started to pull your hand out of your shorts, but Sam jerked his hand from your face, holding your wrist in place, his right hand roughly jerking your head back. "I didn't say to stop, do you understand?" You gasped, "I'm sorry, sir." You kept rubbing your clit as Sam moved to your neck, peppering kisses and bites all over you, careful to not leave marks. "That's a good girl."

"Tell me what your thinking about," his hand sliding in the waistband of your shorts, grasping your ass and gently massaging it. "Thinking about your cock pounding me," your breath was heavy, you were so close, "thinking about how I'd do anything you want if you'd fuck me. Wanna be so full of you." Sam smiled, biting your lip, "I'm gonna touch you now, is that okay?"

"Please, Sam," with that he spun you around, your back against his chest, his hand sliding past yours as you continued to rub your clit. His fingers slid into you, stretching you as you moaned, "Oh god, Sam, harder." Sam's other hand came up around your throat, squeezing so you could barely breathe, "Oh, my pathetic little whore, haven't even had my cock yet and you're begging." You gasped for air, your core heating up as Sam moved his fingers deep inside of your, hard and fast, hitting the perfect spot of and over, "yours." Sam loosened his grip on your throat, allow you to speak, "your whore, just yours," Sam's grip tightened slightly, giving you more air than before, your free hand sliding up your torso to gently pull at your nipple, "please, I want to come Sir."

"You wanna come for me?" You moaned, hips jerking out of need, feeling his hard member through your shorts, pressing into your ass. "Better hurry little girl, don't want Dean to see what a wanton little slut you are." He forced your head to look at him, he pressed his lips back into yours as he slipped another finger in you, causing you to cry out, "come on baby," giving you a soft kiss, "I know you wanna be good, show me how good you are." With that, you come, legs shaking, unable to catch your breath as Sam gently lets go of your neck, his hand sliding down to your stomach holding you in place while he gently continued to finger you, letting you ride it out. After a minute of him peppering kisses on your neck, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to cry out. "Good girl," he locked eyes with you and he sucked your juices off his hands, "taste so good." You blushed, clearing your throat and starting to move quickly as you heard Dean coming down the hallway.

You quickly washed your hands before Sam, gutting plates out as Dean walked in and Sam washed his hands. You smiled brightly at him. "Glad you finally got off your ass and helped Y/n with dinner Sam," Dean picked as he sat down waiting for a plate. You laughed, "Stop nit picking, it was nice of him," you turned and winked at him, out of Dean's view. You and Sam sat down, not being able to take your eyes off of each other, and only half participating in Deans' conversation as you ate.

After you finished eating, you started to pick your plate up but Dean stopped you, "I got clean up, you made us dinner." You smiled, appreciating him you praised, "Thank you, I think it's time for me to head to bed anyway." You kissed Deans' cheek as he gladly stuck his cheek out to you, knowing your habits, then you turned to Sam doing the same but whispering just under Deans' earshot, "Find me when you want, I reckon we have things to discuss."

You trotted to your room, anxiety filling your body, but once in the safety of your room, you realized that Sam agreed that you're his. You started to get more confident, knowing how you'd felt about him for awhile now, you wondered if you were both too pussy and know you would be together and dare you say-in love?

Yes, you thought, I think so.

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miraakulous-cloud-district · 2 years ago

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TES summer fest, day 7

Hi, hello. I had waay too much fun with @tes-summer-fest the other day and each and every like I got boosted my self esteem to write and post again, so here we are!

Prompt: Ceremony (fake wedding time!!) also this happens before Ravonna meets Miraak

Warnings: some inappropriate language

Word count: 2071

Characters: Ravonna, Lucien Flavius, Inigo, Rumarin, Maramal and the Temple of Mara priests and priestesses, Brynjolf and Maul (mentioned), Marurio & pretty much the whole Bee and Barb

People reading my stuff and leaving likes give me so much serotonin, I appreciate it very much. If you like what you see, maybe give me a follow. I’m definitely going to post more of Ravonna and her merry little fellowship. I’m also seriously considering writing this fic over the summer.

Sneak peek: “Earlier today, Maramal, the priest had one amulet on him. He came here preaching about Mara’s forgiveness and how we’re all sinning in this city. He went back to the temple with it. I don’t think he’ll give it to you willingly, though. He assumes we’re all thieves. Pfft, look at him, drinking spring water in a tavern with some of the best mead in all of Skyrim!”

“And this temple, where is it?” Ravonna smirked mischievously.

“You go to the market, and then cross the bridge to the left. You’ll see the statues of Mara, believe me.”

She grinned and he gave her a confused look. “Wanna do something weird?”

***

“Shit!” she said, between a whisper and a scream. The tunnel was dark and wet and full of skeevers. Not an ideal place to be sneaky.

“Everything all right?”

“No, Inigo, everything is not alright!” Lucien snaped. “We’re in Thieves guild territory, for Gods’ sakes!”

“Stop shouting! You’re going to attract all the filthy thieves and skeevers.” Ravonna said from somewhere ahead. “The last thing I want to do is deal with Brynjolf and his ‘Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, lass?’ again” she said, in a mocking tone and copying his accent, which made Rumarin chuckle and Lucien sigh. “Or worse! Fucking Maul.”

“Fucking Maul” echoed Inigo, agreeing.

“Do you think all the Thieves Guild members are that mean and frustrated?” Lucien wondered.

“Well, for the record, they have to live like this!” Rumarin gesticulated around him. “If I lived in a cistern full of thrown booze and skeevers, I’d be pretty cranky myself.”

“I’m sorry, guys, this is all my fault. I just – I can’t lose this amulet…”

“Hei, Ravonna” Inigo said, touching what he thought was her shoulder.

“Not Ravonna, mate” Lucien giggled and casted candlelight on him again.

“Damn! Ravonna!” he said, this time turning to her “It was not your fault. Don’t worry, we’re going to find that amulet. It fell right in this area. And us? We’re here because we chose to, because we want to help you.”

Her face softened and she lost all the tension in her body. “Thank you.” She said, softly.

“Besides, I see this as a perfect opportunity to see the wonders of Riften! Real undergound attraction, this one.” Rumarin said and there was a pause “Pun absolutely intended. No brochure or journal entry said there would be relaxing cistern bathing with the skeevers!”

At that, Ravonna finally laughed along with the rest of her companions. Oh, Rumarin lightened the mood like no other. Still, she couldn’t lose that amulet. It was but a simple amulet of Julianos, but it was too special for her. It was from her father. He bought it for her right after she cast her first spell, at the tender age of six. She remembers it like it happened yesterday. She was in their yard with Teldryn, of course; the dunmer was very proud when he found out that she looked up to him and wanted to learn magic, and so he quickly took her under his wing. Yes, she was incredibly young, and her old man was stressed beyond his mind, but she had potential, she had that sparkle in her eyes. Besides, Teldryn promised his brother that he would be extremely careful, so his adoptive daughter would be safe. And that day, she cast her first fire spell. She jumped and laughed in excitement as she ran to the tavern to show her dad what she’d done. As scared and fascinated as he was, along with the rest of the clients nearby, he was extremely proud, and reached for his pocket and pulled out this amulet.

“I bought it when you said you wanted to do magic, and promised myself that I would give it to you only after you’ve cast your first spell. Take it, it will improve your magic from what I know.” He told her, very proud. If only he were alive to see her wield magic now!

“This is pointless!” she said, snapping back to reality. “Maybe someone’s already stolen it.”

“I think I saw someone walk up the stairs on the other side when we got here.” Rumarin said.

“Well, why didn’t you say anything? Which direction did he go?” Ravonna asked, hope creeping up on her.

“I think towards the inn. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out. We’ve looked everywhere down here.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

As they entered The Bee and Barb, all eyes fell upon them. They didn’t exactly look like they had the best day. Soaked in cistern water, with clothes that have become ragged from the road and not a particularly pleasant smell following them. For now, though, they were just happy they were inside, safe from the coldness of the night. Ravonna saw the imperial wearing mage robes and eating plain bread. He caught her eye.

“Ah, another mage. Surely, he would want an amulet such as mine. I’ll talk to him. You guys see what you can find out about a lost amulet of Julianos with the rest of the people in here.”

“Sure thing” Lucien said, and went straight to the innkeeper.

She sat right next to the imperial mage, instantly realizing that the bench was too small for her to be comfortable. But alas, here she was. He gave her a look of worry combined with slight disgust.

“Rough night?” he asked her, taking another bite from his bread.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Perhaps you’d do better with a master of destruction by your side!”

“What, mate?”

“For a modest fee, I'll bring my formidable arcane powers to bear against your foes. What do you say? No offense, but it looks like you could use the help.”

“Um, thanks, but, you see there’s – there’s not a lot of room in the fellowship as of now.” She said, awkwardly.

“No problem, if you change your mind, seek me out here.”

“I actually came here to ask you if you saw any lost amulet of Julianos…”

“I had you figured for a mage!” he said enthusiastically. “But no, I haven’t seen any amulets of Julianos out here. Magic isn’t really appreciated in these parts of Tamriel…” sadness started showing on his face, giving Ravonna the hint that he may be feeling a bit left out, sitting all day in this corner, isolated and eating bread.

“Wait, I think I did see something.”

“What?” Ravonna’s eyes sparkled with hope

“Earlier today, Maramal, the priest had one amulet on him. He came here preaching about Mara’s forgiveness and how we’re all sinning in this city. He went back to the temple with it. I don’t think he’ll give it to you willingly, though. He assumes we’re all thieves. Pfft, look at him, drinking spring water in a tavern with some of the best mead in all of Skyrim!”

“And this temple, where is it?” Ravonna smirked mischievously.

“You go to the market, and then cross the bridge to the left. You’ll see the statues of Mara, believe me.”

She grinned and he gave her a confused look. “Wanna do something weird?”

After a bit of planning in the bathrooms, the fellowship sat at a table in the center of the inn, right in the spotlight. Minutes of trying to act normal have passed and Rumarin finally got up, and took Ravonna’s hands in his. After clearing his throat loudly, he began:

“My love, my darling, the fairest of them all!” He said, loudly, creating a scene as every eye in the whole tavern turned to them. He smiled at the success of his plan and continued: “You are as fine as the night with no clouds. Your hair as dark as the darkness itself and your skin as fair as the pavements of Whiterun! I was but a young, lost lad, milking cows and picking flowers for a living before I met you. AH! But no cow is as beautiful as you, my love, and no flower matches your cistern smell right this moment. But I would not have it any other way! For I love you with all my body and all my being! And what a fine night it is indeed” he said, getting on one knee. Ravonna, playing her part is now shedding tears, while her companions cheer loudly. “My sweetroll, would you do me the honor, of walking that fine bottom of yours down the aisle at the Temple of Mara tonight? For we shall be wed, as only true lovers do!”

“Yes! Oh a thousand times yes, my sweet honey-bear! Our love is truly like no other and we shall be wed! Tonight! I can wait it no longer! If only there were a priest here tonight…” she said, extremely theatric.

“You wish to be wed? It’s wonderful to see love blossoming in these dark times!” Maramal finally intervenes.

“Yes! We wish to be wed! Tonight! We wish to be wed right now!” Ravonna said, jumping with excitement.

“That’s good to see, but the temple is closed-”

“Actually, a temple such as Mara’s, the goddess of love and compassion, is to be open at all times, welcoming her children.” Lucien said, smug. He was right and he knew it.

“Well done, my son!” Rumarin said, clasping Lucien’s shoulder, earning a wide-eyes, shocked look from him. This was not part of the plan, but he loved improvising and making his friends as uncomfortable as possible.

“Very well, come with me” said the priest, defeated.

***

“We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship. Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?”

“I do, now and forever” Ravonna said in a very dramatic manner. Inigo and Lucien were sobbing on a bench next to them, blowing their noses and cheering occasionally. They were having fun with this.

“Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?” the priest now turned to Rumarin, and just as he opened his mouth to pledge his love to Ravonna, the temple doors flung open, and barging in came Marcurio, panting.

“Stop the wedding! Stop the wedding, for Mara’s sake!” he said, as he came running to the altar.

“You cannot marry her! I won’t let you go! Not this time and not ever again! Rumarin,” he said, taking both of his hands in his “I was a fool! I didn’t realize just how much you mean to me. I- I’ve never felt like this before, and so I ran. Because I was afraid. Afraid of the unknown, oh but now I know, my big, beautiful bastard of an elf! I know it and I feel like flying, and screaming, and telling everyone!”

“Tell them what?” Rumarin asked, his voice shaking.

“Tell them what I should have told you long ago. Tell them that I love you.” He said, and the whole temple gasped. “I love you. I love you so much, more than I can put into words.”

“What? Are you seriously considering giving up on everything we have for – for this guy? You never even told me about him!”

“You never told her about us?! I mean, in hindsight, I guess that it would have ruined your little relationship. Clearly, she can never be me.”

“Oh you pompous mage! I have had it with you. You come here on my wedding night, uninvited, on a quest to destroy my relationship! I’ll make you pay!” Ravonna said, through gritted teeth, and immediately launched herself at Marcurio. They started throwing fake punches and throwing each other to the floor. It was a wrestling match. All of the priests and priestesses were either looking in terror, or trying to stop the fight. Nobody even noticed Inigo slipping away to the chambers and retrieving the amulet.

***

Later that night, they were on the road, because they have all agreed that they caused too much of a stir to stay in Riften anyway. They were heading to Windhelm after hearing rumors of that Aretino boy. After what they’ve done, Marcurio has more than earned his spot in the fellowship, and happily walked beside Lucien and Inigo, talking to Lucien about Cyrodiil and Dwarven ruins.

“Now that’s a fuckery! We did a great job tonight. Thank you again.” Ravonna told Rumarin.

“Don’t mention it. It was fun.” he smirked.

“Yeah, it was. And I never knew you were such an actor!”

“Oh please, I was raised by troubadours. Drama surrounded my life.”

“This meant a lot to me, I’m almost willing to ignore the fact that you subtly called me a cow.”

“Oh, it was for comedic purposes only, I swear! Besides, I can’t go full romance mode on you now, can I? My charms would be too much to handle.” And with that he earned a playful punch to the chest.

#tesfest22 #writing #my writing #oc: ravonna #prompt: ceremony #skyrim #rumarin #marcurio #inigo #lucien flavius #my oc

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melodianaartist · 19 days ago

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#watched it for the first time #i had only seen that pic of fully bird howl before and I was expecting it to be like this dramatic moment #but it's really not #Sophie shows up kisses him and gets him home #it's simply brushed aside because if doesn't matter #Sophie loves him. it's not a big revelation. she already is sure of herself - of her love #so him beeing at his lowest doesn't matter. it only matters that he is safely returned home #same with the heart beeing returned to him. it's not this big act of romantic love or realisation of love #I mean it is an act of love but it's not Sophie finally shouting I love you and suddenly his heart is returned to him by the power of true #love or whatever you get me? the two of them are very obviously into each other before that too + at peace with it #romantic love is obviously present but it's not like end all be all for them b/c the familia relations they built with everyone else #is also just as important and stable. if anything true love beeing the end all be all is kinda parodied with the turnip prince + him beeing #instead both Sophie's curse and Howl's curse is a lack of self worth #Sophie feels ugly and she trades in her own youth for the sake of everyone else. she turns old and doesn't even reach out to them for help. #her family is not malicious by any means and they worry about her but they also don't really fight the distance that behaviour create #not actively anyway. when the mother finds out her lost daughter is back she reunites with her tearfully and is genuinely happy but she is #also dipping quickly again and and that's not weird behaviour. #the family Sophie makes in the moving castle is so very intimate and close in contrast. #and she chooses them for herself. not for anyone else. #as for howl so much about him screams gifted kid burn out to me #or more like beeing gifted + lonely and your gift is so wonderous and magical and it makes you so happy #but you also tie so much of yourself to it. and you get praised for it. you're a prodigy..but when using your gift inevitably is hard #and tears at you #your self worth also lessens. and then you realise this system you've been exceeding in is fucked and brings destruction and it encourages #you to become a tool (to the point where other wizards even lose their identities to become weapons for the king) #and as if that isn't worse enough that tool is meant to cause destruction #so you run from this system. and you want to use your gift on your own terms and that's what you do but it still doesn't fix that self worth #issue and you are free but you are alone and that's not a place to foster self worth #when really what really helps is someone who isn't so indrenchwd in your head and has a new perspective. A support system.

Posting the tags because I’m happy with them but also 30 Tag limit. So the post kinda got away from me for a second. I don’t mean to imply that calcifer and magic is just an allegory. The movie is strictly rooted in its fantasy genre. It also kinda just revels in magic for whimsicality’s sake (see the walking on air scene as an example). When I was watching howl return as a bird and in pain I wasn’t thinking ‘oh my god that’s just like gifted kid burn out’, I was genuinely worried for the man. Like the bird curse is genuinely a tangible threat. But the eh- taste of the pain is familiar. I also just adore that the movie never gives us backstory on howl but shows the fucked up nature of the sorcery academia so well with just the mention of other wizards trading in their identity to fight for the king and just those fucking stairs. Like- there is no reason those stairs are so hard to climb and forbidding the staff from helping those who cannot access it properly. It’s just to wear you out and make it easier to cast a spell on you.

I also like how Sophie is kind but not in the picture perfect Disney princess kind way. She is snarky and she does experience anger. Her kindness comes from not beeing too prideful to let go of a grudge when she sees that whoever it is is she is holding it against, is struggling/not what she thought.

I also love howl’s “tantrum” because yeah it’s silly but it’s also so telling and relateable. Man already has self worth issues and now the one the thing he kinda had control over in regards to that has gone wrong and it’s causing a meltdown. And for what it’s worth it also allows Sophie to air out some feelings of hers.

10/10 movie.

Okay i get the Howl‘s moving castle hype now. That’s an amazing movie

#howls moving castle #studio ghibli #howl pendragon #sophie

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evolutionsvoid · 3 years ago

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"Before you even say anything, here is a hundred pieces. You let me stay and they're all yours. I just....I just need a drink. A real drink! Please, its been a long day and nowhere else lets me in! I promise I won't make trouble and I will make sure they don't either. Thank you, kind sir, thank you so much. I am at wits end here and need something strong to keep me sane. I will have two steins of your strongest stuff, and also a plate of chicken gizzards and any other junk meat you got. Organs, cartilage, whatever you got, they ain't picky. Here's your coin for that, and you can keep the change if you are willing to hear me vent. Ah, you barkeeps are a godsend! You hear our woes and grant the cure. Bottoms up to that!" "Ah! Just what I needed! You would not believe what I got to put up with! This little...well, I guess it will make more sense to you if I start at the beginning. Should be pretty obvious that I am sort of a magic fellow. Was always interested in it at a young age, thought it was the greatest stuff in the world. I dreamed of shooting hellfire from my hands, lifting houses with my mind and flying with nothing more than a word. So when I was shown to have a knack for the magics and whatnot, I was ecstatic. When I learned what magic really was, that kind of killed the mood. Dusty books and ancient scrolls, all bound by a mountain of rules and laws. You can't do this without having that, you aren't allowed to cast until your level thirty whatever and no spells during off hours! And when we were allowed to use magic, it was the lamest stuff imaginable! Learn to lift a quill! Learn to sprout a seed! Make something change color! What a bore! I was ready to leave it all when I found a group who shared my misery. They hated all the paperwork and fancy doodads, and sought to get their hands on real magic. The second I heard that, I was all about it. Long story short, I wound up joining a group of warlocks and took up their lifestyle. At the time, I didn't regret it at all. I finally got to use some real deal magic, and do all the things those stuffy mages said were 'primitive' and 'uncouth.' Bunch of snobs, they turn their noses up at using sacrifices and blood magic, but then are totally fine with imprisoning someone for centuries for casting the wrong spell on the wrong day! What's so bad about the occasional ritual and sacrifice? Spill some blood here, take a heart out there and you get yourself the power of the gods! Sounds like a fair deal to me! They all whine about torturing and killing, but isn't that what human society is? Aren't all our achievements built on suffering and bone? Cripes, where would the two of us be if there wasn't human misery! Eh, don't give me that look, I am sure you've heard worse..." "Anyways, all that is well and good, but there is one thing every warlock needs to achieve their true potential: a pact. You got to contact some ancient entity and join there team to get the real good stuff. Common trash always freaks out about making pacts with demons and 'selling your soul,' but that's how you get places. You don't get to wield absolute power until you sign your name on the right human skin scroll. I wanted a piece of that, and so did my brothers, but we weren't going to sell our selves to just any demon. We wanted something with real weight, an entity that no one else could even rival. If we joined with Glar'Blax the Horrible like every other warlock, what good would that do us? So we spent ages scouring the land for the perfect host, some being that nobody else had joined with and one that could grant us magic this realm had never seen! After a while, it seemed like a lost cause. We came up with zip. Nada. Nothing. But fate guided our hands and we found a tattered scrap that spoke of the Slavering Void, the Abyssal Queen of Want, the very Empress of Oblivion! Word of her hadn't been spoken in centuries, and relics of hers were said to have been destroyed long ago. This was an entity that hadn't been mentioned in this realm for thousands of years! And we had a lead! Right then and there, we decided she would be the perfect host. It was too perfect to pass up! To be the servant of the Empress of Oblivion! The whole world would tremble at our power! We used all that we had to follow the trail and track down that ancient tome, but we finally located it. With it in hand, we would be able to summon her and sign the pact. Ultimate power would be ours, but sharing it started to sound a little bothersome. What good was it if a bunch of other losers had it as well? In the end, I was the only one to make it out of that wretched temple, the rest of those fools honorably sacrificed themselves to fill the bellies of her rotted guardians. With that, the book was mine and soon the power to bring this land to its knees would also belong to me. How naive I was..."

"I was so excited when the ritual worked, when that connection between our realms opened up. To see a fraction of her form, to hear her very voice! It was like all my childhood dreams were coming true! I don't think I breathed once as I went on and on about swearing myself to her and being her eternal servant. I praised her, bowed to her and used every piece of flattery I could think of to win her over. When she said she would consider this pact, my heart nearly exploded in my chest. At last! All that I dreamed of! But first, she had some questions. I didn't think it odd at the time, nearly every pact has to have some agreement. I figured she was just getting an idea of how much power to give me, or how I could best serve her agenda of destruction and hunger. I barely listened to the questions, I agreed to everything and said I would be the best vessel ever. 'How good are you in a position of authority?' The absolute best, my Queen! 'Are you good with disciplining others when needed?' None shall escape my justice, just say the word! 'Can you combat retaliation? Are you able to hold up to pressure?' I am an unbreakable wall for you, my Empress, none shall get in your way! And so on and so on. I said what she wanted to hear, confident I would be granted everything I ever wanted. At last, she deemed me worthy and said I would wield the most precious thing to her! Oh, here it comes! Infinite power! The might of gods! The very maw of the cosmos! And what do I get? This little WORM!"

"She drops off this slug of hers and starts laying out the rules to me, all while I stand there speechless. They eat at this time, they go to bed at this time and no more than three treats between meals! Make sure they eat their special food and no staying up late! Here is their carrier, their toys and favorite plushie, and I packed extra snacks. Contact me through here if there is trouble, but until then Mommy needs to get some rest. And POOF! That was it! No super magic for me! No immortality or power beyond imagine, just this little brat and their list of demands! It's horrible, demeaning, obnoxious! They fuss over their food, they whine when they drop their toys and they hate when I have to enforce curfew! Speaking of food, do you have the...Excellent. Thanks. Here you go you little bugger, now eat up. Also Mommy wants you to eat these carapaces she packed, so you best get to chowing. Don't bellyache to me! Mom said so, so do it! Anyways, I get stuck with this little squid here and no powers to show for it. I think it is an absolutely wretched job, but guess who sold their soul for it?! Me in my infinite genius signed on as an eternal servant for her, without even considering what that could mean. I always assumed you would be their speaker, their hand, a servant to spread their power and influence! But no! She wants me to babysit her kid and probably take out the garbage! Unbelievable! So I have been doomed ever since to lug this squid around, making sure they eat their food, mind their manners and don't go to bed too late. Bad enough when you have to do it with human kids, but this little thing can do more than shout and stomp their feet. They are certainly the child of Oblivion, and Want too! Always want, want, want! I want this, I want that! Gimme, gimme, gimme! And if they don't get what they want, then they throw a fit and start slinging magic and warping reality! Little thing wanted to play with a horse and carriage we rode once and I said no. We had places to be, and if I let them play with it then they would want to take it with us as a toy. End result? Horse implodes into a searing star of blood and unleashes a gravitational wave of gore that leveled the stable and every soul inside it. So I was kicked out of THAT town for eternity! Oh, don't look so worried, they are more agreeable when they are eating. Pushing them around your plate won't make them disappear, you have to eat them! Your mom already got on me for skipping them last week, so please just choke them down so I don't suffer! If you do it, you can have an eye candy for a treat, okay? Good. Cripes!"

"Now I know what you are thinking, that this gig isn't going to last forever. Babysitting is a temporary job, at some point Mom has to come home and take care them herself, right? A couple hours for her to get some alone time and then I am off the hook, right? Yes, but there is a catch there. This gig isn't a permanent one, only when she needs to take care of things or go to the freaking spa or whatnot, but you forget what time frame we are working with here! Humans? Minutes, hours, days. Beasts from beyond? Well, seeing that a century is a power nap for them, I would say I am not going to be relieved of duty for some time! The last time she popped in to check on things was three months ago, and all I got afterwards was a 'I will be back soon!' A time frame would be nice, oh mighty Queen! So until then, I got to tote them around and take care of them, without a moment for myself! You think a creature capable of dissolving buildings would be fine to leave alone for a few minutes, but NOPE! One day, I had had enough of it. All the whining and appeasing was driving me mad, so I called it quits for an hour. Set up a little playpen at the inn, filled it with toys and candy, dropped them inside and went on my way. I just wanted a drink and maybe some relaxation. Something to get that infernal crying out of my head! So I found a bar and made myself a resident. Two drinks turned to three and then six. I was having a wonderful time losing all my senses, when SHE showed up. Get a call inside my skull asking me whats going on. I say everything is fine and they are just down for a nap, so I let them be for just a second. I tried every explanation and excuse, but she cut through all of them. I have no clue why she needs a babysitter if she is so freaking omnipotent! Can't watch your kid yourself, but the second I cut loose, she is on me! Of course she is furious I left them alone for a couple hours, and she decides to teach me a quick lesson. Buddy, you don't know pain until someone opens a gnawing abyss in your chest cavity. Uugh, I swear I can still feel it. Fill these back up for me? You are a fine lad, the best! Drinking around the kid? Oh they don't mind. They are probably twenty times the drinking age anyw- I see you hiding those in your napkin! Eat them or no candy! Every day with this kid, I swear..." "I will say this though, it isn't all bad. Turns out I did get some of that ancient powerful magic I was hoping for from the deal. The catch is that it is all in this little worm. They have the power they inherited from their Mom, and my pact allows me to harness some of it. I get to borrow some of their abilities and magic, and they almost make this torture worth it! I absolutely vaporized one of my old professors at the mage academy without hardly trying! Decades of reading and paperwork, old man, how did those help you then!? When they tried arresting me for obliterating that horse barn, I used some of that power to get away easy! They never knew what hit them! It is exhilarating to wield and incredible to behold, but only when this little brat is in a good mood. Turns out I can't control the power if they won't let me, so if they are in a fuss I get absolute squat. So I got myself a temperamental grimoire here, that only gives me godhood when they have their plushie or if they think it is fun. Not the worse deal, but I sure would like something a bit more reliable! How many scrapes I have had to crawl my way out of because they were in a foul mood at the time! I left their favorite rattle at the inn once, so when I had to deal with a horde of bandits they just gave me guff! Had to use every trick I knew to squeeze out of that disaster! Little monster should be grateful! All the battles we went through with a random amount of magic, and they come out with hardly a scratch each time! You know why? Because I nearly kill myself every time to make sure they don't get hurt! You think Mom was mad when I left them alone for an hour? Imagine what she would do if they got a real injury! A scrape and cut is no big deal for beings like this, but if they get actually hurt, she would pull my soul apart piece by piece! Or maybe she would just take them back and obliterate this entire continent, I got no clue. I just never want to find out!"

"So what does this mean for me? I got no clue. Just got to watch the lil' squid til Mom comes and pick them up. I pray I get a reward at the end of this, though honestly a full night's sleep would be all that I truly want. Whining, crying, constantly needing entertainment...I think I am going to need to join an adventuring guild just to find enough stuff to keep them happy. Maybe if I can get into a band of mercenaries or 'heroes' or whatever, then I can find some relief. Pawn this little thing off on one of them for a few hours so I can finally get some peace! You know any places around here that has something like that? I once thought of a daycare or nursery, but the employees nearly shot me on sight when I showed up. So maybe a group of fools will take me in, with the promise of incredible power that I can provide. Well, only sometimes, but they don't need to know that. Get me one more drink? There's a good man! I can't live without this medicine! And look at that, you finally ate it all! See? That wasn't so terrible! Now here is dessert, but don't tell Mommy. This is a pact between us! You give me power and eat your food, and you get treats! Best deal you can ever make!

So you are saying down by Main Street? On the west or eas- NOW what's the problem!? What? It's Bilefruit flavored! That is your favorite kind of eye candy, why are you fussing?! You don't like Bilefruit!? SINCE WHEN!? You liked it yesterday! It was your favorite, now you hate it?! Oh no you don't! You want another piece, huh? Is that the scheme we are pulling here? Pretend you don't like it so you get an extra helping? Well, that isn't going to work! You eat it or get nothing at all! Your Mom would have me atomized if she heard I was giving you so much candy, so don't gripe! Pouting won't help you, so- hold up whoa whoa KID NO! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! BARKEEP! BARKEEP RUN! OH GODS WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!? CUT THAT OUT! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! OH GODS I AM SO SORRY, MAN! SEND IT BACK! SEND IT BACK, YOU LITTLE WORM! ACK! WE ARE STILL IN THIS BUILDING, YOU IDIOT, STOP CONTORTING IT! OH GODS! FINE! TAKE THE CANDY! TAKE IT!"

"Welp, banned from this town too. When we are stuck sleeping on the streets, you better not be whining...." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dahr'Maht, The Endless Watcher" I feel like if I ever played D&D, this would be the nonsense I would try to play as.

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