#verse: medieval

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"You must know, that many days ago I was smitten by the arrow of your love and that I tried with all my might to conceal the wound." - Tarhos @ Haru medieval

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MEDIEVAL VERSE

"Mmm, you didn't do a very good job of it, my Fair Knight,"

The maiden chides, but accepts the small cornflower presented infront of him regardless. It is a little dot of color over the neutral landscape of Tarhos' form, his hands rough with scars and dirt - yet they held the flower's stem as though he were cradling communion. Somehow he sees the entirety of their love in the moment when his hands cups under Tarhos', two injured individuals trying to lift something beautiful into the sun.

"Even in our first night together I saw the way your eyes traced along the curved bow of my lip - and how they flitted away once I noticed. Oh my, are your cheeks beginning to redden? You really are a sweet man, my love, a man I am overjoyed to be able to call such a gorgeous beau my husband - "

He observes the pools of Tarhos' eyes for a moment longer, willing to drown and lose himself in their azure hue - until he reserves himself into lowering towards the dirt and grass below. He rises with an equally teeny flower - yellow and bright - and presents it to Tarhos,

"Never conceal that wound again, beloved, I've supped its honeyed flavor for too long to go without it now."

[cyberpawn-arc]

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby

Fantasy Settings / Locations Prompts

It's been a while since Vale has been anywhere this busy. The air was filled with an autumn breeze, whisking around leaves and fresh scents of baked goods and soups and meats curing at the butcher's shack and the smell of all kinds of people mingling at shops and tents and tables. With the village packed, it made just enough sense that soon there was going to be some sort of festival for the Harvest Moon, a lunar wonder that everyone would be delighted to see.

Whenever a full moon was on the rise, Vale normally was far from towns, keeping on the outskirts to watch for bandits and prey that they could chase down for a good meal. It wasn't as though they hated people. Far from it, actually! Vale loved humans! They loved protecting humans! They kept humans safe from harm and kept animals safe from poachers! Vale just knew that humans, ah, normally didn't react the best to someone (or something) like Vale.

This fantastic blessing, the ability to shift between one's human form and a wolf's proud, noble fur, how it worked like a double-sided dagger plunged into their chest. It granted so many hopes, let them have superhuman strength and speed like that in the tales their parents read to them, but...feeling exempt from humanity had its way of hurting Vale too. No wonder Ari wanted to bring them out to this village! It was a good way to get them back around humans!

"Ari! Look! Look at all the things these people have!" The fluffy, mottled-color fur cloak draped over their shoulders, it covered their white shirt speckled with dirt and their brown pants covered in patches. Their clothes had faced a lot of wear, shredding from transformations, facing the elements, tumbling down hillsides, they were in need of something new before their clothes were just tatters. Excitedly, their hand reached to Ari's and yanked her towards a shopkeep whose wares were eclectic, more of a secondhand shop than anything else.

"Do you go to these places a lot? Do you like shops like these? I haven't been to a shop in months! Why are there so many people? Do all villages get this pretty in autumn? I usually stick to the woods in these seasons, but...this is pretty! Are all villages this pretty? Why did you bring me to a pretty village, Ari? I like it!"

[burnishedrebel]

Low growls started slipping from Lyndon when he felt Octavia digging her nails into his back. The gruff sounds, nevertheless, had an unmistakable air of approval about them. When Octavia admitted how much she craved him, a grin broke across Lyndon’s lips. He’d known her desires anyhow, yet like a typical man, he could never resist the stroking of his ego. Spurred by her praise and desire for more, Lyndon kept thrusting into her, each motion of his hips targeted to bury himself as deep as he could get every time. Grunts and moans slipped from him without relenting, mixing in with the sounds he slipped from her. “Love your… tight pussy… so much…” he managed to declare amidst his thrusts, his breathing laboured and tones gruff by that point. Taking a tighter grip upon her thighs, Lyndon upped the pace of his movements, slamming into her with quick, sharp, and powerful thrusts.

@gctawaygirl

Octavia would never get over how well they knew each other's bodies. Other flings she'd had, long stopped since finding Lyndon, had never cared about her pleasure as much as he had. It showed how much he relished in the way she got off as much as his own and it only spurred her on.

Her head shook violently, nails digging into the skin of his back, "No problem. Only that you're a tease," she admitted, "All I want is more of you," she all but pleaded. She wriggled her hips where she sat, hoping to get closer to him, impossibly so, "You fill me up so good," she rasped out, grinning as he thrust into her. He elicited more moans than he probably should have. They were more likely to get caught but right now she didn't care, "More, please. I need more, Lyndon."

[shinichikudo0405]

First picture of our little Cinders shooting. I am so happy we had the opportunity for a shooting with a horse (it's my friend's (Kaito) horse). It was fun but a little exhausting as I have not been sitting on a horse for around 25 years or so 🤣

But it was worth it and the pictures we have, turned out really good. (The shooting didn't take a lot of time, because we wanted to make sure it's no big stress for the horse.)

Conan is me and Kaito is Tuschy69 (Instagram).

[bi-hop]

why the vulture scene in atsv is pure horror (spoilers under the cut)

As promised, I now have the mental bandwidth to actually talk about Adriano Tumino aka the Medieval Vulture in Across the Spiderverse. This is a spoiler fest, so I'm putting everything under the cut. Enjoy!

So, at some point when I was younger, I first heard about Flatland. It's this satirical novella from 1884. When I was looking it up again last night to prepare myself to explain it to other people, I was SHOCKED to hear it was satire on Victorian society and class structures. I had only ever heard about it in science and horror spaces. As a work, it's mainly known now for exploring the idea of 4th dimensions before Einstein, but it also continues elements that are straight out of horror. So, instead of breaking down the whole thing, I'm going to be focusing on that stuff specifically.

Flatland is about A. Square (yes, that's his name), who is a square. As you can imagine, his entire world is two-dimensional and functions as such. There's a lot of worldbuilding, but just keep in mind that

The people in his world cannot conceive of a 3rd dimension, and any mention of such is heretical.

Circles are the highest ranked people in this world.

One day, he encounters what he thinks is a circle. Said character is actually a sphere. Even as said sphere fucks with his perception by looking like disks sliding in and out of reality and tells him about the 'truth' of the world, A. Square can't comprehend the third dimension until his teacher lifts him into it, into Spaceland. The square is enlightened! His mind has been opened! He tells the sphere, if his reality is false and there's truly a third dimension, what if there are more? What if a fourth dimension exists with fourth dimensional beings who cannot be accurately perceived?

His teacher immediately casts him back down into Flatland, where he is subsequently imprisoned. No one believes that the third dimension and Spaceland exist. He only is able to write the novella and hope that one day Flatland will be ready for this knowledge.

All of this to say that Adriano is A. Square.

I read a lot of dimension-based horror. Maybe it's because the multiverse has compelled me since I was a kid, or maybe it's because I've heard way too many thought experiments about how every person on the planet may see the world differently, and we just use the same language to describe fundamentally different visuals because we can't accurately verify anything. The horror of it all, for both readers and writers, isn't necessarily the idea of seeing things others can't. At least, it's not in the hands of someone sincerely thinking about the 'eldritch'. Instead, imagine a higher being grabbing you and exposing you to a whole new, weighty aspect of reality you could never conceive without actively being dragged into it. And then you're thrown back into your reality. It consumes you, drives you, and no one believes you. How can they, when it's something so alien to your reality that no one can even think of it unless shown?

Because of the ripple effects of the collider, Adriano Tumino is dragged into Earth-65, the home of Spider-Woman (Gwen Stacy). We don't know a lot about his world. As far as I remember, we don't even get a number designation. But his design, dialogue, and track all communicate a great deal about him. Vulture Meets Culture as a track blends Gwen's theme with the sort of opera he might listen to back home. He's designed heavily on the aesthetics of Da Vinci notebooks. As he affects the world, you can even see notations a la research scribbles next to diagrams. From memory alone, disregarding the fact that he's Italian (though I'm sure the insistence on English in Earth-65 was probably disorientating if his entire world speaks Italian), he also finds this new reality to be abhorrent and lashes out. This alone, an exposure to new colors and strange art and even weirder people who look nothing like you and the rest of your world, would be hard enough to cope with.

And then Miguel, this Spider-Man from 2099, drags Adriano out into the modern day.

The thing with movies being in theaters is that I'm at the mercy of random people who film showings on their phone to get footage. Because everyone finds the helicopter scene directly after this more interesting (which is valid), I don't have a picture of this moment. But when Adriano is flying out into this future, when he lays his eyes on these towering skyscrapers alight with color, you can see his shock, perhaps even terror. It'd be rough enough being exposed to a version of Italy that's, say, his time period but in technicolor. But this is worse. This is his Spaceland moment. The opera builds almost mournfully.

Soon, he will be sent back to his reality. This will happen in an even more incomprehensible future dimension, with even more people who look nothing like him. Perhaps there's a version of his granddaughter there. Tiana Tumino? It doesn't matter. Imagine this though. Your grandfather is yanked out of existence. He comes back. And he tells you 'I have seen colors beyond the ones we live in. I have seen towers of glass and metal scraping the sky, all alight in these colors. I have seen art that contains more art, and it was hideous. No one understood me. Flying things neared me that were beyond anything even our greatest geniuses can make.'

Do you believe him? Can you even imagine it all, even if he describes it, even if he shows you drawings of what he witnessed?

What will you say?

[lesbians4armand]

this monologue would have changed amadeo’s life i can tell u that much

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Supermassive 2023 art by Daniele Di Nicuolo

[fiddleddarts]

Some doodles of funky bird man.

You guys are seriously sleeping on this design, it's literally one of the coolest things

[madeofthreads]

@versus-written | X

Noak tilted his head in what looked like a gesture of understanding. Would he actually consider such a rough touch up to the towering lad? No. Not one hair on Rahel's head would be harmed by his hand.

But he could understand the intrusive thought of it.

"I almost made the mistake of cautioning him. Almost." He exhaled, his shoulders deflating a little. "I know if I told him to be careful it would only add more fuel to that fire."

Though Rahel wasn't particularly in danger. If he set off a violent temper, he had his guardian to shield him... and something in Noak didn't sit right with that... Taru could handle herself, but wearing the knocks aimed at a teenager who didn't have control over his own anger wasn't fair.

Alas, he was only an outsider looking in. There were whisper faint marks scattered across his own skin. His forearm, where he had intercepted lashings. His back, where he had worn the punishments. His cheek, marking a violent reunion.

Noak would have taken every single blow for Enok for the rest of his life. But now here he was, a washed-up guardian tossed into the salt. He didn't even know where he had been, only where he belonged.

"... mh. Enok had his moments. I think the anger was growing in him too. There's only so much you can shield them from, they grow up, and they understand the world for what it is. One day you wake up and realise protecting them isn't enough anymore. You have to guide them through lessons and pray to your goddess that they might even listen."

Noak exhaled a small laugh, chased closely with a pained wince. That long fall had not been a kindness. It was a miracle he had survived.

[schattenmagier]

@ infernalpursuit [ @miratenebrarum Pinocchio ] asked:

“Are you lost?” <- said in the most plain and emotionless way ever btw

Again. The thief found herself in a unfamilar place. Again, not the first time, and surely not her last. Standing now in a city she had never visited, Lilli was indeed lost. She also saw not a soul besides herself. Perhaps a dead place. Maybe a place in which she could find some valuable goods...?

A voice ripped her out of her thought's, and made the woman spin around... just to find a boy not standing to far away from her. Something on him was strange, though Lilli couldn't exactly tell what it was. Surely not his plain and emotionless way to talk to her, because she replied just the same, with her face also showing barely any reaction.

" I suppose I am... Do you mind telling me where I am? "

Perhaps she could get some information from this one. He was the only other person she saw around so far after all.

[shinichikudo0405]

Little Conan is ready for the medieval Christmas Market this weekend 🔥

[the-life-we-fear]

@adsagsona

Blood dripped down Liana's arm. Her skin burned as she ran through the forest, branches snapping back at her as she ran past creating more scratches along her skin, tearing more of the fabric of her dress. But she didn't stop. She needed to get away fast. She couldn't hear them anymore, but the beating of her heart against her ribs could have been drowning them out. She kept moving.

It wasn't until a couple of hours of running did she finally stop. Her dress torn to shreds. She pressed her back against the trunk of a bending tree, it's bark digging into her back as she slowly slid down it, pulling her knees to her chest. Her eyes darted around the forest around her. It wasn't until a branch snapped somewhere in the dark beyond the trees did she stand back up. "Please, I beg of you.' She dug her nails into the tree behind her. "Just don't-don't hurt me.'

[murderspice]

looking at the wiki after finally finishing thronebreaker really threw me for a loop this morning guys

[rheiadear]

ermmm spidersona time…. Spider-jester from a medieval? dimension !!

[withbeasts]

@ruinaa.

spitting out water, " reckless! at every turn! "

[tamburnbindery]

Illumination & calligraphy combo I finished up last week. 8" x 12" calfskin, gold accents, gouache and watercolors.