#prophet answers

[prophetofthesufferpuppets]

Who would you fuck, marry, and kill?

.Mary Goore

.Secondo

.Primo

THIS IS SO HARD

Gonna...

Marry Primo.

Fuck Secondo.

Kill Mary Goore. (Because they'll be back and it'll be fine)

[prophetparadox]

🌟Just a quick note to let you know that you’re doing better than you think. Life can be tough, and it’s easy to overlook your own strength, but you’ve made it this far, and that’s no small thing. You bring something unique to the world just by being here. Even on the hard days, remember that your presence has an impact. Take a moment to appreciate how far you've come, and know that you matter, more than you realize. You’re not alone in this, and things will get better. Keep going, one step at a time🌟

Awwwww, thank you for the kind words, anon! That's very sweet of you! ^w^

[brittle-doughie]

Imagine in the Ancient Beast au, we have ruler y/n cookir squaring up with one of the ancient beasts saying, "You want my kingdom? You'll have to go through me!"

Then Beast!Vanilla just smiles & says: "Why would we do that when we can simply take you with the kingdom?"

- 🥀 Anon

The Prophet: “All these cookies, trembling in fear for their lives. Don’t you worry about a thing, Y/N Cookie. I will save them all and you’ll have a full view the whole time…”

Y/N Cookie: “O-on, second thought. You can just leave with me…”

[seeminglyseph]

Apollo's entire vibe in God Games feels like "Dad Said I Had to Be Here" and I feel like that's so Golden Child of him

[canisalbus]

I showed one of my friend tiny Machete eating bread and she thought he was a goat 😭

I love tiny bread Machete!

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[fluffypotatey]

imagine saying you’ve unlocked time and then give the guy, who just wants to know how to go home, really vague and ominous answers about his future

[vroomian]

What’s Odyssey’s opinion of yrz when he gets back??

bad :)

[sagesolsticewrites]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8En3bMG/ Is this not the most Harry Crosby + his wife video to have ever Crosbied?? 😭 That or Bucky or Curtis when they’re drunk but STILL.

omg it ABSOLUTELY IS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Wait picture it:

- Harry is constantly gushing to his comrades about how his wife is literally the Prettiest Person On The Planet

- After the war the two of you are reunited, and he introduces you to the people you’ve only heard about through his many, many, many letters

- it’s bittersweet, of course; so many of his friends didn’t make it home, and the empty spaces where they should be match the holes their loss left in his heart.

- But it’s difficult to stay sad for long in such a celebratory atmosphere, and soon enough the returning soldiers are being plied with drink after drink after drink.

- Before too long, your husband is slouched next to you in a booth, slurring loud enough for the whole bar to hear

- “Missed you sooo much, pretty girl.” “I missed you too, honey.” “Missed seeing your pretty face.” “I gave you a picture to take with you!” “It didn’t do you justice!”

- He sloppily flags down Buck— the one sober veteran remaining amid the celebration

- “Buck— Buck!”

- The major turns from where he’s watching the night’s entertainment: John Egan’s drunkenly enthusiastic singing

- “What’s up, Croz?”

- “Isn’ she pretty? I told ya she was the prettiest!” he grins, leaning further into you

- “Yes, she’s very pretty, Croz,” Bucky replies, looking very much as if he’s trying not to laugh as he meets your gaze.

- “An’ she’s my wife!” Harry continues, as if he’s just remembered this little tidbit about your lives, “My wife! Can you believe that!”

- “You’re a very lucky man, Croz!” Are Buck’s parting words as he slides a glass of water in front of the navigator before shaking his head fondly and heading back to Marge

- Eventually you’re able to persuade Harry to take you home before he passes out at the table… but he spends the entire ride there gushing about your beauty to anyone who will listen.

- He’s sobered up a bit by the time you arrive back at your apartment, though— just enough to show you exactly how happy he is to be home with you 😏

[puppyeared]

your cotl au is giving me brainworms (positive). i wonder how things would go when/if the bishops ended up in the cult too- would they lose their memories or try to remind narinder of who he used to be?

ty for the question! only Narinder had his memories wiped, the other bishops kept their memories since they kept their ties to their crowns

the red crown was originally "loaned" to the lamb, so they were able to use its powers without fully claiming ownership. but when Narinder was defeated the crown wasn't properly passed down. As a result, its kind of a shared custody situation and the lamb cant use the crown without having Narinder nearby since its still tethered to him (hence the bodyguard/attendant role)

when the lamb recruited the other bishops, they informed them of Narinder's situation and they kind of have an understanding to keep his past a secret from him; for the bishops, if he remembers them imprisoning him it might start another war. they agree that its better this way.

[prophetofthesufferpuppets]

Fuck marry kill: Will Arnett, Chip (Flaked), Gob Bluth

Gonna marry Will, Fuck Chip, and kill Gob.

Haha.

[prophetparadox]

I think you'd like Wyll also. He's a gentleman and super sweet

From what little I've heard about him, it does seem like he'd be up my alley. I do like sweet gentlemen! I just know that I'm not immune to vampires in the slightest so I'd hypothetically go for Astarion first.

[brittle-doughie]

Attempt number 5What if Beast Ancients found out that y/n cookie is ticklish? Especially I would have found out the Beast PV. Can I have a headcount about this? I think Beast PV I would like affection and attention from my adoration, and for this, Beast PV stole y/n cookies. (But the rest of the Beast Ancient order would be jealous.)

The Prophet would aim to take advantage of this little quirk of yours if it mean you lightened up around him.

He could see how tense you can be whenever he tries to initiate affection, he didn’t think that bringing cookies to peace and salvation would hurt you that bad…

Yeah, it might bring you a couple of laughs when he finds a weak point of yours, but can you really let your guard down around him?

The Prophet will be doing this often as you spend time with him, it would help to grow closer to you if he can get you to laugh more around him, to be comfortable enough to do that around him….

The others might not be so happy when they hear that he’s been able to make you laugh (and thus happy) when they’re still trying to get you to open up with them…

Maybe they should try adopting his tactic…

[silverskye13]

So I started reading House of Open Wounds, by your sagely recommendation, and I think it's my new favourite book. The magic? the Magic? Okay but The Magic.

And the way gods work, and, and the cultures, and and and, The characters especially! Poor Jack, he just wants to help. Every line between him and his God had me howling. Prassel is my favourite but I'm biased. Honestly I have so many feelings about this book and not any of the words to explain them.

I have not finished the book yet, (im at the part where we find out about Masty's identity) but I am seriously enjoying it so far! I will definitely be taking a look at the other books on your list.

Ayyy I'm glad you like it! It is a stellar character study and I'm starting to learn that's a strong point for Adrian Tchaikovsky's. And the world building is definitely some of the most unique I've ever read.

I think Banders had to be my favorite character. All of the characters were complex and interesting, but I really loved her? Dichotomy? She's a rebel of her system and also a product of her environment. She has major blind spots to her privilege and station and also near all-inclusive compassion for people she deems are hers. I have known people like her in real life, and they were also uniquely military. It's so so interesting, the odd gaps people build to encompass people they like, and she has them in a very human way I've never seen a character showcase before.

Also, she is a thief and a scoundrel, and I love her.

[thedeafprophet]

Love is stored in the friends noticing the reoccurring detail in your oc

[phoenixyfriend]

fic titles, if you're still doing them: Pint-Size Floodwaters

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

This ask meme is from over a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

Eight-year-old Anakin loses his chip in a freak accident that also loses him his arm (the one that, in another life, Dooku would have lopped off in a battle).

Delirious with blood loss and fever, and Shmi busy in the shop, Anakin wanders away from his minders and into the desert during the recovery period, following a need to be somewhere out in the sands that he does not know is guidance from the Force.

He finds his way to an isolated cave, shaded from the sun and predators, and collapses against a wall. He waits, fading in and out of awareness, until someone is suddenly there, pressing a waterskin to his mouth and urging him to drink.

He looks up, and it's an old man (or at least, old to the eyes of a child), who looks at Anakin like he is so terribly, terribly sad, and like he knows him, like he's sorry for something. The man gives him water, and light foods. The waterskin is filled from a small spring that comes through a crack in the wall of the cave. Anakin falls asleep a few times, but eventually, he is awake enough to converse.

The man introduces himself as Ben. He asks what happened to Anakin, how he ended up out here, where his parent is. Anakin answers what he can, because something tells him to trust this man, and so he does. The man is very kind to him, even changes his bandages and puts something that smells medicinal and gross on the damage, and then offers to escort Anakin back to his mother, or... well, wherever he might want to go that's safe for him. After all, he doesn't have a chip anymore.

Anakin doesn't know. He'd like to at least talk to his mom before he makes any decisions. Watto probably won't be too upset about losing him; he's a lot cheaper now that he's "damaged goods."

(Ben looks very angry at that, but not at Anakin.)

(He's seen that look on a lot of the older slaves, the ones that are protective of the kids, but can't actually protect all that well.)

Anakin asks if he can stay here for a few more hours to think. Ben agrees. Anakin falls asleep.

He dreams of a green bird, and a horned woman with a staff, and a monster all in black with a cape and a skull-like helmet. He dreams of the oceans that he's heard Tatooine used to be. He dreams of the man, Ben, younger and happier and with friends that all have the same face.

Anakin wakes up cold and manhandled, scared as someone pulls him up and away from a pressure he can't identify, a rushing noise he's never heard before. Ben is holding him, surprised and a little afraid, and Anakin looks down and...

And the trickle of the spring has become a river.

[rabbitprayer]

so close to turning into a gimmick blog that just posts kendrick lamar lyrics over religious paintings