More round boy sketches for kinktober.

Am I behind? Yes. But I'm having fun. 😊

The way that Stede treated Izzy during episode 3 were some of the ONLY times I could stand seeing Izzy on screen so far this season because it finally felt like someone who recognized him and was treating him rationally tbh

I adore this show and the people who worked on it, but ffs, it feels like they all enjoyed Con too much and the Izzy-Enjoyers Fanon of his character last season and jumped the gun on his redemption arc.

I'm going to go through and explain this more, but I just wanted to put that out there first while I lay out why Stede's expressions and reactions make so much more sense coming out of season 1's events.

Desperately need a montage of the lions trying to get dimi and cae together.

Sylvain: plays wingman. Gives advice.

Result: failure. Sylvains advice is too womanizer-y and not applicable to work on caedric (also I feel Dimitri is too cringefail to properly use pickup lines LOL)

Annette: tries to teach Dimitri how to cook a meal cae would like.

Result: failure. The end result is not fit for human (or weird beast blood man) consumption.

Mercedes: "thank you for joining me for dinner. Oh oops I am conveniently being called away. You two eat without me though (:"

Result: so close. But they both aren't sure if it's a ~date~ and aren't about to ask.

Dedue and Byleth: "spend some time on common ground. Something you both enjoy."

Result: see above (though there is a moment in the sparring hall they think is going to be It (it is not))

Ingrid and felix: "just lock them in a room together and let them sort themselves out"

Result: somehow, this is the best solution

who; jaehaerys and caerella targaryen [ @caetargaryen​ ] what; the cousins speak before jaehaerys goes to "war" when; prior to going to the iron islands where; crownlands lodgings  note; jae and cae speak high valyrian but we have included the translations. we’re just dragon nerds 

jaehaerys; he spoke with his sister because of course he did, he wanted to talk to her before going and needed to take advantage of that time before arron occupied it all. then he made another surprising choice. jaehaerys; tell your guards to stop following me, cousin. before i draw my sword and cut through them like cake. jaehaerys; you know i love cake.

caerella: she isn’t sure how to feel about any of this. of course she longs for family. jaehaerys and her had once referred to themselves as twins, much to the green queen’s dismay. but years apart had placed a wedge between them. even more so considering there is a push to put him on her throne.  caerella: queensguard tend to follow those that prove themselves to be enemies of the crown. caerella: it is in the name, cousin. caerella: what is it that brings you here?

jaehaerys; sitting down with his usual slouch, he crosses his legs and looks over his shoulder, waving off the guards. jaehaerys; i won't discuss such things in front of servants. dismiss them and i'll tell you why i'm here. jaehaerys; didn't know why he came here. perhaps to antagonize her. perhaps not. he didn't know.

caerella: sighs. she’s in for quite the headache. oh how things have changed. caerella: konīr iksis va moriot īlva native ēngos. (translation;  there is always our native tongue) caerella: not many know valyrian after all. still, she nods to the guards to stand outside. caerella: on with it then.

jaehaerys; nyke guess kosti, ziry iksos issare iā while (translation; i guess we can, it's been a while ) jaehaerys; spoke low valyrian when he was in the east, but, it was a relief to speak it with other targaryens. other valyrians.  jaehaerys; emagon ao ryptan hen skoriot īlon're jāre (translation; have you heard of where we're going ) jaehaerys; nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skoro syt nyke've māzigon naejot ivestragon ao (translation; i don't know why i've come to tell you)

caerella: daor naenie isse se tegun hen kēlio gīmigon ziry pār? ( translation: not many in the land of the lion know it then? ) caerella: daorun yn whispers.  nyke gīmigon conflict iksis va se horizon. ( translation: nothing but whispers. i know conflict is on the horizon. ) caerella: iksis ziry iā warning? should nyke worry nūmāzma issare hembar? ( translation: is it a warning? should i worry about being next? ) caerella: she has grown jaded, and mistrustful. even with those she had once trusted the most.

jaehaerys; hen rhinka īlon gīmigon, se fighters ( translation; of course we know, the fighters. ) jaehaerys; īlon're wiping hen se āegenka āzma ( translation; we're wiping out the iron born ) jaehaerys; nyke've daor warnings syt ao.  daor skoro syt iksan kesīr ( translation; i've no warnings for you. not why i'm here. ) jaehaerys; nyke won't morghūljagon isse bisa vīlībāzma.  lo konir sagon skoros jaelā ( translation; i won't die in this war. if that's what you want. ) jaehaerys; ao jurnegon stressed, cousin. gaomagon ao worry nūmāzma nyke taking aōha dēmalion? ( translation; you look stressed, cousin. do you worry about me taking your throne? ) jaehaerys; ao pendagon nyke would ossēnagon ao? ( translation; you think i would kill you? )

caerella: iksis bona sīr? ( translation: is that so? ) caerella: she’s shocked. not only because they plan to wipe out an entire kingdom, but that he is telling her. her mother had once been allies of the iron born. shouldn’t that worry him? caerella: nyke gōntan daor ivestragon bona, gōntan nyke? ziry would sagon iā waste hen ñuha energy. ( translation: i did not say that, did i? it would be a waste of my energy. ) caerella: iksis bona daor skoro syt emā decided naejot return? ( translation: is that not why you have decided to return? ) caerella: would ao daor? ( translation: would you not? ) caerella: she doesn’t want to think so, but how can she not? the whole war had been about kinslaying. his father killed her mother. it would only make sense for his son to kill her daughter.

jaehaerys; it's the smugness that allows him to say something. what can she do? what will she do? nothing. the iron born were a throne in the sides of all. he believed his cousin smart enough to know when and when not to have friends. the iron born had nothing and were nothing. jaehaerys; nyke could emagon ossēntan ao va Zaldrīzesdōron ( translation; i could have killed you on dragonstone ) jaehaerys; nyke could emagon ossēntan ao during se lilagon ( translation; i could have killed you during the dance ) jaehaerys; kostilus nyke jeldan naejot ūndegon ñuha lentor ( translation; perhaps i wished to see my family ) jaehaerys; kostilus īlon both gīmigon ziry iksos ñuhon sepār hae olvie hae ziry iksos aōhon ( translation; perhaps we both know it's mine just as much as it's yours. ) jaehaerys; he keeps himself calm, casual as ever. did he come here to bother her and leave? or, he thought that if he died this time then he would want to see the last two living tagaryens. well, if he didn't count her brothers children. jaehaerys; lo ao sagon sīr zūgagon yno pār skoro syt emagon ao ivestragī nyke umbagon isse kesīr? ( translation; if you're so afraid of me then why have you let me stay in here? ) jaehaerys; she wasn't afraid of him. he knew that. she was afraid of what came with him. the realm ripped itself apart to put his father on the throne and here he sat, his fathers son. the spitting image of him. the image of a king.

caerella: she had already planned to pull any support to the iron islanders. they need her far more than she needs them, now that the war is over. it would be of no use to her to aid them in any way. caerella: he's right. in all of these instances, he is right. but how can she learn to trust him, after all these years? after he fought so adamantly for his father's so called claim? he could've renounced him, joined their side instead. rhaenyra would've accepted him then. caerella: kostagon ao blame nyke syt finding bona qopsa naejot pāsagon? ( translation: can you blame me for finding that hard to believe? ) caerella: ñuha ānogar iksin dīnagon va se dēmalion.  se pāletilla iksis ñuhon. ( translation: my blood was put on the throne. the crown is mine. ) caerella: her heart aches. she does miss him, but she cannot admit to that. it would make everything too complicated. it would mean setting herself up to be potentially disappointed. caerella: kostan handle nykēla.  se guards issi sepār outside. ( translation: i can handle myself. the guards are just outside. ) caerella: not entirely true. she doesn't genuinely believe he would hurt her, at the very least not here. caerella: sīr iksin bisa ziry? sepār naejot ivestragon nyke se āegenka āzma's impending vējes? ( translation: so was this it? just to tell me the iron born's impending doom? )

jaehaerys; can't blame her for finding it hard to believe. he can point out that in this moment he could kill her and crawl out the window if he planned it, her didn't. family was a weakness. jaehaerys; wear aōha pāletilla  ( translation; wear your crown. ) jaehaerys; aōha guards issi nākostōbā.  sia nyke aōha guard nyke would emagon dīnagon ñuha egros naejot se irosh hen aōha qrinuntyssy.  konir sagon skoros iksan, paktot, idaña? qrinuntyssy? ( translation; your guards are weak. were i your guard i would have put my sword to the throat of your enemies. that's what i am, right, twin? enemies? ) jaehaerys; they were not twins, he could hear his grandmother shouting. he love no one as dearly as he loved his dear sister laena. just as he would never lover any as he loved his annoying cousin and her stupid crown. his crown. jaehaerys; nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon.  kostilus lo nyke morghūljagon bisa jēda, nyke jeldan naejot māzigon ūndegon ao.  naejot ivestragon ao naejot mazverdagon sure daorun happens naejot ñuha mandia should nyke morghūljagon.  ao kivio nyke bona should ziry mirre māzigon naejot ao syt dohaeragon, kesā dohaeragon zirȳla.  se lo nyke glaesagon, kostā jikagon arlī naejot pretending naejot vēdros nyke. ( i don't know. perhaps if i die this time, i wanted to come see you. to tell you to make sure nothing happens to my sister should i die. you promise me that should she ever come to you for help, you will help her. and if i live, you can go back to pretending to hate me. )

caerella: she simply nods. she doesn't need his approval to wear aegon's crown upon her head and keep her chin up high. she deserves this. to rule the kingdoms is her birthright. caerella: twin. he said twin. what they had called themselves all those years ago. it stings to hear it now, almost as if it's being thrown back in her face. a painful reminder than what they once were is not at all who they have become. caerella: issi daor nākostōbā.  each emagon issare ondos iderēptan. ( translation: they are not weak. each have been hand picked. ) caerella: she refuses to answer the question of him being an enemy. she knows he is, but can't bring herself to say it. not now. caerella: should ziry jorrāelagon mirros, kesan sagon kesīr. ( translation: should she need anything, i will be here. ) caerella: she had always hoped to have her family reunited. yet both of them have sided with the lions. so that is that, isn't it? caerella: there is a long pause. caerella: ȳdra daor morghūljagon.  se kostilus kosti ȳdragon tolī skori ao return, idaña. ( translation: don't die. and perhaps we can talk more when you return, twin. )

jaehaerys; smiling as he stands he offers her a lazy bow. jaehaerys; i'm sure we will find the perfect time to continue.  jaehaerys; thought of adding something, considered mocking her crown or her guards some more. instead, he nods in her direction and leaves the office. he was sure something would come up to give him a chance to sit with his family for a lovely discussion.

First Line Meme

Thanks for the tag @jawanaka! I tag @megendary, @maranzalla, @mangocats and @weterali

List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns and choose your favorite opening line!

ONCE UPON A TIME in a majestic green valley out West, there lived a princess and her boy. But this princess was not like most princesses, and her boy was not like most boys. He didn’t have to go to school or shovel shit on a farmstead or make bottlecaps in a factory, because the princess and her boy were free.

THE PRINCESS-BOY (Chapter One – The Kingdom in the Valley) / Red Dead Redemption 2

One day, the black water came, and no one was ready. The kingdom in the valley had to run for their lives.

THE PRINCESS-BOY (Chapter Two: The Blackest of Water, the Most Terrible Men) / [Not yet published.] / Red Dead Redemption 2

She calls them curatives. Little bottles of peppercorn attar, jars of minty ointment, sour cherry balms. If she called them potions, these good Christians would collect her business tax in fire.

HUMBLE MEDICINE / [Not yet published.] / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Be careful, Henry, Theresa tells him. She tells him all the time.

WITH HORN AND LEASH / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

If you should ever get it into your head to become a fine lady, know now that a wise girl should really first consider the following list: MASTER BUTCHER ZBISLAV’S SHORTLIST OF UNFINE THINGS THAT FINE LADIES CANNOT DO.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD (Chapter Three: A Dozen Tiny Favors) / [Not yet published.] / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

In regards to his personal affectation as it pertains to the dwarven monarchy, and indeed one monarch in particular, Master Baggins has not been entirely, shall we say, forthcoming.

WORDS UNANSWERED (Chapter 17) / Tolkien

IN THE NAME OF GOD AMEN, and in the very unhappy event of my awfuyl death by sword, sickness, falling, cryshing, drowning, goring, lyghtnyng-striking, kattle-stampeding, choking on my supper, or other kalamity unforseen, I—HENRY, born of SKALITZ, Infantryman of the Rattay garrison—make my will in this way.

IN CAES OF DISASTUR / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

God save him: Henry was learning how to write.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD (Chapter One: Among Friends) / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

The first letter anyone had ever sent him went: Dear Henry, it is my regret that I have not yet told you how sorry I am over the death of your father.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD (Chapter Two: The Most Important Things) / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

In her dreams, sometimes, she dances.

A LONG TIME FOR DANCING / [Not yet published.] / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

For the first time in twenty-two years, you dream.

INSTEAD OF STARS / Half-Life

The Sasau Monastery is the loneliest place in the whole world, he thinks. He would rather be lost deep in a dark wood.

LOST IN THE TREES / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

The horses are prettiest when the day’s work is over, and they are let free.

WITHOUT HOME / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

In springtime, the forest flowers with bones.

IN SPRING / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

There is honey in the linden tree, but Theresa has always had a sharper taste for fruit.

A STRANGE HUNT (Chapter One: The Hound) / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

When he is small, he drinks a grail of holy water. He pulls it from the altar behind the baptismal priest’s back and he swallows it down.

A STRANGE HUNT (Chapter Two: The Stag) / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Henry wakes up in Skalitz.

A STRANGE HUNT (Chapter Three: The Lion) / Kingdom Come: Deliverance

If you happen, at some point in your life, to leave Lonely Erebor through the Lion Door, you will see it. There isn’t much to see. It is just a darkness, rocky with coal, that rises like crumbled gravestone from all this grass gold. Ravenhill.

WORDS UNANSWERED (Chapter 16) / Tolkien

Here's a story for you: In the City of Angels, a rich white man is born grown. Blue-eyed and blond-headed, he comes into second life—a sharpening of his first life, if you please. A new, better, sleeker life, one with all the baby fat scraped off.

DESERT OF GHOSTS (Chapter One) / Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines

The time has come for one last note about hobbits, I suppose. Not all hobbits—but one hobbit in particular. The hobbit, if you must.

WORDS UNANSWERED (Chapter 18) / [Not yet published.] / Tolkien

Patterns: I'm a devotee of hooking in 1-3 lines, so I like really jangly voicey first lines that get a reader's boots on the ground of a scene/setting by zooming in on a concrete image, object, or action. Short and punchy with some exceptions for rambly narrators where I need to establish deep POV quickly, such as unreliable narrators or story-within-a-story (or that one second-person Half-Life fic which is really just a canon-character study in disguise). Most of these lines are bold claims by a POV character where I then proceed to break those claims down, but a few are more neutral observations about place instead. Only with Tolkien do I veer into straight-up character musings where the narrator is obvious and meant to be noticed more so than the image. Often times I try to build in an overt reference to the title, but one with extra significant that will only become clear after reading the whole fic... but I don't always manage.

Favorite: I still really like the first chapter of Desert of Ghosts in general. I think it captures anger and character voice really well without being too in-your-face about either at the start, and it was fun to see people go: "Ah okay, so your OC ripped off Nines Rod--OHHHH NVM IT IS HIM"

Ashtarte - 143

Historia complementaria 1 - Progreso de una relación inmutable   Episodio 143 - Extra 1 Han pasado dos años desde que Ashtarte siguió a Lion a Nohais. Ashtarte puso una pequeña sonrisa en sus labios, pensando que el paso del tiempo es como un arroyo que fluye y cae sin asperezas. Cuando regresó a la mansión donde conoció a Lion, a Ashtarte no le era familiar. La mansión, que parecía estar desmoronándose, estaba tan ordenada que era imposible encontrar la apariencia de aquella época. Esto se debe a que, a diferencia de la época en que solo estaban Lion y ella, muchos sirvientes dieron la bienvenida a su regreso. Las personas que vivían en la mansión eran todas buenas personas. A diferencia de los de Florence, que le tenían miedo de Ashtarte, la trataban hospitalariamente como un visitante VIP, por lo que no tenía inconvenientes en la vida. Le gustaba mucho su vida en la Gran Nohais con Lion. En la medida en que sintió que los últimos dos años han sido más valiosos que toda su vida en Florence. Sin embargo, no todos los tiempos fueron perfectos. “Ah...” “Princesa. No se sientes muy bien, ¿verdad? ¿Qué sucedió?”  - En algún momento, Ashtarte frunció el ceño como si estuviera insatisfecha. Verónica, que le estaba arreglando el cabello, preguntó. “Verónica.” “Si, Princesa. Por favor hable.” (Verónica) Verónica, que miraba fijamente a Ashtarte que la llamaba por su nombre con un tono serio, tragó saliva seca. – ‘¿Qué está tratando de decirme?’ Una de las hermana Harold, que miraba desde un lado, también se puso rígida. “¿Qué piensas de la relación entre Lion y yo?” “... ¿Qué?” (Verónica) “La relación entre Lion y yo. Quiero que seas honesta conmigo.” Si hay una cosa con la que Ashtarte no estaba satisfecha de su vida en Nohais, es ese punto. Tenía una relación ambigua con Lion, quien le había dicho que la amaba, pero no hizo ningún avance.   ****   Para sacudirse los sentimientos sombríos, Ashtarte salió de la mansión y se dirigió hacia el jardín de Lirios del Valle. Se sentó frente a sus lirios de los valles favoritos durante bastante tiempo, pero la sombra de una pequeña insatisfacción que se había posado suavemente en su blanco rostro no pareció desaparecer. “Princesa. ¿Sigue preocupada por su relación con el Duque?” (Verónica) Después de que Ashtarte envolviera sus brazos alrededor de sus rodillas y mirara al suelo durante mucho tiempo, Verónica, que no la había visto, se acercó y preguntó. Ashtarte miró a Verónica con la cabeza ligeramente levantada y dejó escapar un leve suspiro. “La Princesa que está a su lado, sabe mejor cuánto le gusta al Duque la Princesa.” (Verónica) “Si lo sé.” Bueno, a Lion le gusta mucho ella misma. Eso también lo sabía… Si hacía frío, se quitaba el abrigo que llevaba puesto sin dudarlo, y le decía que no enfermara y la cuidaba todo el día con una cara que parecía a punto de llorar. No cabía duda de que Lion había cambiado de opinión. Todavía la miraba con sus ojos inmutables. “Verónica. Ya han pasado dos años desde que llegué a Nohais.” (N/T: Tengo la impresión de que Ashtarte aún no es mayor de edad… Ya verifiqué… ella cumplió 11 luego del 1er festival Sagrado y pasaron 5 años para el 2do… por tanto cuando volvió a ver a Isaiah tenía 16, por lo que seguramente ahora está cerca de los 18.) ‘Sin embargo, que ‘no haya un cambio’ no significaba algo bueno.’ En Nohais era más libre que en Florence, donde solo se había asfixiado, y Lion todavía la amaba, pero a pesar de las circunstancias cambiantes… No hubo cambio. Uno de esos días, Ashtarte de repente tuvo tal pensamiento. – ‘¿Hasta cuándo? ¿Hasta cuánto puede durar esta felicidad? ¿Un mes? o ¿Un año? Tal vez termine mañana.’ Era una mala costumbre de Ashtarte preocuparse por cosas que aún no habían sucedido en su vida cotidiana que no podía ser más feliz que ahora. “Lion... ¿Quieres ser así conmigo en el futuro?” “¡Ehhh!, ¡El Duque debe estar pensando en algo, Princesa!” - Moana gritó, mirando con tristeza a Ashtarte desde atrás, quien sacudía sus hombros. Cuando Ashtarte no respondió, Moana junto a ella, empujó a Morgan en el costado. “... Al menos, estoy segura de que el Duque no se separará de la Princesa.” (Morgan) “¡Morgan tiene razón! Así que no se preocupe demasiado, Princesa.” (Moana) “No se preocupe, Princesa. Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que abandonamos la mansión, por lo que debe haber sido solo un momento de ansiedad.” (Morgan) “...Sí.” El hecho de que Lion no estuviera ahora en la mansión también contribuyó a que Ashtarte tuviera esa idea. Ya ha pasado un mes desde que Lion abandonó la mansión tras recibir las órdenes del joven Emperador recién coronado en Nohais. No hubo comunicación de Lion. Por lo menos, no llegó una carta de saludos. Era la primera vez que se ausentaba tanto tiempo después de venir a Nohais, por lo que estaba aún más ansiosa. Ashtarte no sabía qué órdenes había recibido Lion del Emperador y qué tipo de trabajo está haciendo. Pero un mes no es de ninguna manera un tiempo corto. Es posible que ya esté de camino a casa después de hacer ese trabajo. Su corazón estaba cansado. Parecía que no podría dejar de pensar en Lion si se quedaba allí. Sintió como si esa pequeña ansiedad estuviera a punto de caer sobre sus hombros y aplastarla. Ashtarte, que había estado haciendo un dibujo desconocido en el suelo con los dedos, se puso de pie con la espalda erguida. “Tengo que salir después de mucho tiempo.” “¡Vaya, esa es una gran idea! Siempre estábamos en la mansión porque no sabíamos cuándo vendría.” - Morgan corrió alrededor y llegó al lado de Ashtarte. “Princesa, Princesa. ¿Me llevará a mí también? ¡Nadie puede guiarla por el centro tan bien como yo!” (Moana) “Entonces la acompañaré como el perro guardián de Moana. Princesa.” (Morgan) “Lo siento, Morgan. Es una salida ligera, pero hay demasiada gente, así que solo llevaré a Moana conmigo. Verónica le dirá bien a Loena.” “Si es el deseo de la Princesa...” (Morgan) “Sí. No se preocupe y que tenga un buen viaje, Princesa.” (Verónica) “Creo que debería pedirle a Ashton que me escolte...” (Ashtarte) ‘¿Qué más tengo que hacer?’ (Ashtarte) “Ah. Tendré que decirle a Inéz que voy a salir un rato.” (Ashtarte) Inéz era uno de los caballeros directos de la familia Elforman. Normalmente habría dejado la mansión con Lion hace una mes, pero se quedó atrás por orden de Lion de prepararse para cualquier emergencia. Se llenó de alegría cuando escuchó que se le permitía quedarse en la mansión, pero en un día, comenzó a gritar los nombres de Lion y sus compañeros. “¡Si es Sir Inéz, la vi entrar a la habitación de los Caballeros con cara cansada!” (Verónica) “¿Es eso así...?” Como el Sir Kyle y sus compañeros siguieron al Duque Lion cuando partió, le quedaron demasiadas cosas a Inéz, que se quedó sola aquí. Ahora que está a cargo sola de todo el trabajo que normalmente hacían tres personas, no puede evitar volverse loca. Ashtarte sintió que era su culpa que ella estuviera pasando por un momento difícil, así que se dirigió a la habitación de los caballeros con el corazón arrepentido. Si saliera sin siquiera decirle que saldría, y le pasa algo, le pondrá más cargas a Inéz. Quería salir antes de que se pusiera el sol, así que comenzó a caminar más rápido. El patio delantero de la habitación de los caballeros, que siempre era ruidoso, estaba lleno de silencio porque todos habían ido a de expedición con Lion. “¡Herejía...! como una Princesa... cabello negro...” “...Cada uno... Su Alteza... Princesa ... Tengo que decirle…” “... Primero... en silencio...” Voces familiares se podían escuchar a través de la ventana abierta. Si escucha la palabra Princesa, deben estar hablando de ella. No podía escuchar bien porque está muy lejos y cuanto más se acercaba, más podía escuchar de lo que estaban hablando. ‘Después de todo, mi destino no era ese.’ Ashtarte rápidamente llegó a la puerta con un paso lento. De alguna manera, cuanto más se acercaba, menos eran las voces. Fue el momento en que Ashtarte astutamente pegó la oreja a la puerta. Como si supiera que Ashtarte venía, Ashton abrió la puerta para darle la bienvenida. “¿Cómo está, Su Alteza?” (Ashton) “¿Vino? Su Alteza la Princesa.” (Alec) “Buenos días, Ashton, Alec.” “Vaya. Bienvenida, Princesa.” (Inéz) “Buenos días, Sir Inéz.” “El clima es realmente agradable hoy. Hay mucho trabajo que sigue igual ayer y hoy.” - Inéz sonrió mientras hacía en broma, pero el cansancio que se asentaba en las esquinas de sus ojos no era mentira. Mirando a Inéz con una expresión triste, Alec inclinó la cabeza y preguntó. “¿Por qué vino a la oficina de los Caballeros tan temprano en la mañana, Su Alteza?” (Alec) Todos saludaron a Ashtarte casualmente, como si fuera mentira que estaban hablando de ella. No es que realmente dudara de ellos. Ni siquiera podía imaginar que Ashton y Alec la estuvieran insultando por la espalda… Solo tenía curiosidad. Desde el punto de vista del Duque de Elforman, Ashtarte era un invitado de un país lejano. Una Princesa que vino de Florence, que también se llama el centro del continente. Además, el jefe de la casa, Lion, fue un huésped distinguido hasta no hace mucho. Sin embargo, Ashtarte siempre estuvo en la posición de ‘invitado’. Aunque fueron honrados, no pertenecía a Elforman, por lo que tenían su propia línea clara. Debido a esto, los Caballeros de la Noche Blanca que siguieron a Ashtarte fueron cautelosos al ingresar a la Sala de los Caballeros de la familia Elforman. Aunque están viviendo sus vidas sin culpa, en realidad tenían diferentes dueños. “¿Por qué están Ashton y Alec aquí?” Escuché que Alec y Lucas ocasionalmente venían y pelaban, pero Ashton, quien era lo suficientemente honesto por no decir que era inteligente, era una persona que mantenía una línea fija. Debe haber una buena razón para que viniera aquí, porque si no solo hubiera estado activo en el dormitorio que le asignaron. “Me detuve porque tenía algo que consultar con Sir Inéz.” (Ashton) “¿Eso tiene que ver conmigo?” “Es importante saberlo de antemano, incluso si no es gran cosa. Porque mi trabajo es proteger a Su Alteza la Princesa.” (Ashton) Entonces, para interpretarlo, no es algo tan grande como para necesitar saberlo, pero Ashton lo está investigando en caso de que suceda algo. “Entonces, ¿qué pasó con la Su Alteza la Princesa?” (Alec) Cuando Ashtarte miró a Ashton con ojos sospechosos, Alec cambió notablemente el tema. Parecía que estaban escondiendo algo más, pero Ashtarte decidió no seguir indagando. Como dijo Ashton, su trabajo es protegerla, y no pretendía ocultarlo con malas intenciones. “Ah. Quiero salir con Moana por un rato.” “¿Qué? ¿Salir...?” (Inéz) No sé en qué momento los sorprendí, pero Inéz sacudió los hombros sorprendida. “Iré solo a tomar aire fresco. Aun así, pensé que sería mejor comentarlo con Sir Inéz antes de marcharnos.” “...” “...” Atrás Novelas Menú Siguiente Read the full article

Trajan AV Aureus. Rome, AD 101-102. IMP CAES NERVA TRAIAN AVG GERM, laureate and draped bust to right / P M TR P COS IIII P P, Hercules standing facing on low base, holding club and lion skin. RIC II 49 var. (bust type); C. 233; BMCRE 81 var. (same); Woytek 99f; Calicó 1054. 7.04g, 20mm, 6h.

Good Very Fine; lustrous and well-centred. Scarce with this bust type.

top 10 creatures mermaid cae has fought

10.) seagull (a draw)

9.) angry sea lion (he was lucky to make it out alive)

8.) turtle (won because the turtle didn't care)

7.) large-ish eel (draw)

6.) same angry sea lion (won, he had joseph's shoe as a weapon this time)

5.) a cat at the pier (draw)

4.) horde of seagulls, presumably including the first one (first definitive loss)

3.) lobster (he won and had it for lunch)

2.) two lobsters (draw)

1.) blue whale (it didn't even notice him)

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not sure which to get on my next paycheck.......................

I didn't like the feel of my previous entries, so I started over (I will catch up eventually 😂)

Y LA VERDAD LOS HARA LIBRES

Y AQUÍ LES VA EL PLATO FUERTE DE LAS PATO AVENTURAS EXTRA TERRESTRES PARA QUE LA RELIGION EXTRANJERA SE DESBARRANQUE DE UNA VEZ POR TODAS AL FONDO DEL ABISMO DE LA IGNORANCIA Y EL OLVIDO PARA QUE DEJE VIVIR A LA HUMANIDAD TRANQUILAMENTE EN SU LIBRE ALBEDRIO

Y LA VERDAD LOS HARA LIEBRES DIJO JESUCRISTO, DIGO LIBRES COMO LOS TAXIS o LAS MALDITAS PESERAS

Juan 8:31.- Y entonces Jesús le dijo a los judíos que habían creído en él y si vosotros permaneceréis en mi palabra, seréis verdaderamente mis discípulos y conoceréis la verdad y la verdad os hará libres.

Y JUIMONOS rápidamente para tratar de entender lo que el mesías trataba de decir con eso de la verdad los hará libres porque después de 2 000 años considerando que el calendario gregoriano no coincide con el calendario maya y diferenciándolo con la edad del jisus y la fecha actual este asunto se esfuma en el tiempo.

Y para realizar una encuesta que no se parezca a la mitofsky para transar al pueblo mexicano robándose los votos de las casillas electorales para atracar a EL ALMO ranas nos lleva otra vez a que después de 2 000 años ni los creyentes de dios, ni los ateos de hueso colorado y ni todas las religiones que se han perecido por el camino han podido descubrir la reflexión que trataba de decir el nazareno con esas simples o confusas palabras.

En estas famosas encuestas que se le hizo a la gente la mayoría voto por Juan 14:6 Jesús les dijo, porque yo soy el camino la verdad y la vida y nadie viene al padre si no es por mí.

CONFUSO YA LO DIJE porque los opina dores se revuelcan en su ignorancia creyendo que es lo mismo PORQUE YO SOY EL CAMINO LA VERDAD Y LA VIDA con Y LA VERDAD LOS HARA LIBRES

Y si las observan tantito con cuidado descubrirán que las dos expresiones son totalmente diferentes, pero las mentes de los usuarios están más confundidas que un perro extraviado en El metro Pantitlan demostrando que El Espíritu Santo nunca los inspira para quedar en la completa oscuridad.

Y sigue repitiendo El Salvador esquina con Bolivia, tienen ojos y no oyen, tienen oídos y no ven Marcos 8:18 porque son unos verdaderos parásitos. Mateo 10:16 y he aquí que yo envió como ovejas al matadero en medio de los lobos y para contra restarlos sean prudentes como las serpientes y sencillos como El Pato Donald.

O sea que después de estos fabulosos consejos los borregos siguen más tapados que los ex candidotes del RIP porque siempre desvían los consejos lo más que pueden para que los lastimen en lo más profundo de sus intenciones.

ALERTA ROJA

Y cómo es posible que después de tantos años a nadie se le encienda el foco para captar lo que el hijo de dios si existiera quiso decir con esta frase que está por encima de la mesa, pero se esconde en lo más profundo de los abismos o vire vera (viceversa) hacen que me vuelva más loca que La Juana de Arco, digo la loca.

ABRANSE DE PLANO QUE AHÍ LES VOY

a Jesucristo solo lo vi encabritado dos veces, una cuando corrió a los mercaderes de la casa de su padre (la sinagoga) y la otra porque nunca pudo convencer a la perrada y la sectaria que dejaran de contarle cualquier acontecimiento del impostor de El Viejo Testamento porque en ese tiempo como ahora seguían ignorando que alguien había usurpado El Nombre de Dios o más descaradamente, su lugar.

Y quien era ese pasado de veras que lo había hecho, simplemente Jehová y de eso se trataba la frase de…

LA VERDAD LOS HARA LIBRES

E invitaba a todo el mundo a estudiar como un verdadero bizarro para que poco a poco se acercara a los resultados que los llevaría a descubrir al farsante cercándole todos los caminos que tenía para escapar, pero era tan astuto como la serpiente que era (por eso el jisus recomendaba ser astuto como una serpiente) que no había un cerebro que lo llevara al bebedero para cazarlo como gacela a la orilla del lago.

Juan 8:41.- Y dijo Jesús, entonces vosotros hacéis las obras de vuestro padre y le contestaron los judíos diciendo, nosotros no somos nacidos de fornicación un padre tenemos que es Dios y entonces Jesús les dijo, si vuestro padre fuese Dios ciertamente me amarías porque yo de Dios he salido y he venido porque no he venido de mí mismo sino que él me envió y continuo diciendo Jesús, porque no entendéis mi lenguaje, porque no podéis escuchar mi palabra vosotros sois de vuestro padre El Diablo llamado Jehová.

Y porque Jesucristo no lo dijo tan claro y abiertamente si es tan fácil decir… VAYAN AL VIEJO TESTAMENTO Y DESCUBRAN A JEHOVA COMO EL VERDADERO TRAIDOR y que no era Satanás… para nada, porque El Diablo (general de división) fue contratado por Elohim para que fuera el patiño de Jehová (teniente coronel) que absurdo no, para que un general le limpie las botas al sargento.

Y por eso el jisus no podía haberlo dicho claramente porque se vería como chivaton y no como cordero y luego jehova se lo echaría enseguida en la cara…

UUU UUU UUUUUUUUUUUUY POS QUE CHISMOSITO ME SALITES ooooooooooooooo ¿???

O lo dijo con intenciones escondidas para que todos los seguidores del planeta y de todos los tiempos se pusieran analizar el verso y descubrieran la verdad que tanto había recomendado, pero se vio que a todos ellos…

LES VALIO PURITITA VERDOLAGA ¡!!!

Y a poco creen ustedes que mientras se difundían estas sagradas palabras por el facebook el jehova se estaba rascando las orejas…

NEL ¿???

El Dios Espurio de antemano ya lo sabía todo y solo estaba esperando pacientemente para ver que idiota descubría el enredado acontecimiento.

LA SANTA BERTHA PELATE ‘PA LION PORQUE YA SABES QUE CUANDO AL JEHOVA ALGUIEN LE CAE GORDO LE AVIENTA LAS SERPIENTES PARA QUE LO MUERDAN

Y entonces contesto La Santa Bertha AY, ME TROPECE ¿???

Y si en estos momentos que ya se desveló el misterio…

DEVELO, PENITENTE ¿??? ME VALE UNA JERGA DE CORBATA ¡!!!

Y ahora, que comerá la señora ¿???

Me la mandaran derechita al infierno u que ¿???

Porque en cualquiera de Los Tres Cielos, no la quieren ¡!!!

Y eso a La Santa Bertha no le interesa porque no se hinca ante las deidades ni se identifica con los borregos, más aparte todos ustedes deben de saber que nosotros tenemos nuestra santa casa u mansión en…

EL UNIVERSO 000’oo en su ex 10ª Potencia.

POR

LA SANTA BERTHA

Happy

Last minute title lol. no real plot just some generic touchy feely stuffs lol haven’t posted my writing online in A While lol Ship: Dimicae Words: 1,146

"Caedric," Dimitri calls out into the dim hall, urging the other to stop, or at least slow down, so he can make quick work of catching up. "Don't tell me you're retiring already? We still have-"

"I’m not leaving." Caedric interrupts the prince before he can needlessly remind him of the Lions’ duties for the evening. "Just, taking a few moments for myself. I've never done well in crowds…"

The two trail to a stop next to a window, and Caedric is quick to seat himself on the ledge, pulling one leg up to rest his chin on his knee.

"I see," Dimitri falters for a moment. Though he knows he should return to the ball, he finds he would prefer the quiet company in the corridor. "Would you mind if I joined you for a while?"

"If you must," a common reply from Caedric, but a friendly one.

The blond is not quite as lackadaisical about his clothes as the other boy, so instead of joining him up on the dusty sill, he simply leans against it with crossed arms. 

"I shouldn't say this, but it's quite nice to be away from all the din. I’m not sure I can handle another dance request, or an offer to bring me another drink, or a question of my plans once I return to Faerghus-"

There's an amused hum from Caedric. "Oh what a troubled life my Dear Boar must lead." He teases.

Dimitri is grateful for the dim light of the hall as he feels his face go warm. "I take it the same offers haven't been extended to you?"

"Mm-mm. Claude tried to pull me into a dance a few times, but other than that, I haven’t exactly made myself open to the opportunity."

And that is true. Dimitri's few sightings of Caedric seemed to catch him tucked against the wall…

Or tucking food into Hanneman and Seteth's pockets.

"Ah, right. How is that game of yours going, by the way? Tormenting the professors?"

"7 for Seteth. 12 for Hanneman. He has bigger pockets."

Though he cannot see it, Dimitri knows Caedric is smiling behind his mask, pleased with his mischief. He finds himself smiling too.

A pause between them, before Caedric leans back against the glass pane of the window.

"Oh," he breathes, "You can see the Goddess tower from here."

Dimitri leans forward in turn, and sees the fabled building standing tall in the distance.

"So you can." He agrees. "Did you plan to go and make a wish?"

A nervous laugh. "Me? No."

Caedric pulls his ponytail to his front, twisting it idly in his hands. "I doubt the Goddess would want to concern herself with someone like me."

A lone couple makes their way up the path to the tower, no doubt giggling and making promises of their wishes to be devoted to each other.

"Do wishes not interest you?" Dimitri asks.

"I- well." Caedric fumbles for words. Unsure of how to word his feelings on the subject.

"Come on." The prince urges. "Any wish you make is supposed to come true. Surely there's something you'd want to wish for?"

Another pause.

"Well," Caedric starts again. "It's a simple wish to make, but complicated to fulfill. I suppose I would wish to be… happy. To find peace within myself, whether I do so on my own or with someone at my side."

Dimitri watches him as he speaks. The way the moonlight shines through the stained glass, reflecting off sharp blue eyes and defining the edges of his face, even through the mask. It filters through his hair and-

The blond urges himself to shift his gaze.

"That is an… admirable wish." He stands up straighter. "I think that I would like to join you in it…"

Suddenly, the silence is no longer comfortable.

"J-join you in, making it. I mean!" He forces the words out with a cough, mouth suddenly dry as he realizes the weight of the words he had foolishly let slip. Once again he's grateful for the dark.

"... I think I would like that."

At least Caedric has the decency not to comment. Though perhaps he's just as flustered as the prince is right now. 

The shorter boy slips off the window in one swift motion, boots barely making a sound as he lands.

"Perhaps we should return." Dimitri comments, offering his arm, out of habit from the evening.

"Perhaps so. You've no doubt got dances to catch up on, and I, pockets to stuff." Caedric replies, playing along and loosely linking their arms together.

-----

"Cae." Dimitri says in the dim room. He lays on his back, tucked into the oversized bed of a king.

"Mmh?" Comes the reply from Caedric, who in turn is tucked between Dimitri’s arm and his side. His voice is one of someone starting to doze off, but not fully falling asleep.

"Do you remember the night of the ball? When we were talking about the Goddess tower?"

The savant lazily rises from his previous position, shifting and moving upwards until he can cross his arms atop the blond’s chest. He rests his cheek against them, tilting his head to meet Dimitri's gaze.

"I do. Why do you ask, Dear Boar?"

"Just reminiscing, I suppose. Do you remember what you said you would wish for?"

Caedric's gaze rolls up and to the side for a moment, searching his memory.

"Something about wanting to be happy. Either on my own or with someone at my side."

The king breathes in nervously, a question halting in his throat. "And… do you think that wish came true?"

Caedric moves again, pushing himself up on his arms and once more climbing higher up the bed until his hands rest on either side of Dimitri's shoulders and he is looking down upon him.

"Are you trying to ask if I am happy with you, Dear Boar?"

"Am I that transparent?" He asks, a small smile beginning to play on his lips.

Even in the dim light, Dimitri can see Caedric smile back, the moon glinting off sharp teeth.

"Yes, my dear Dimitri. I am very happy."

The dark haired man bends down and the two meet in a kiss. Brief, but soft and loving.

"And do you remember what you said to me after?" Caedric asks.

"I can't say I do…"

"You said you would like to join me in that wish."

Suddenly reminded of his embarrassing words, Dimitri allows himself a wince of shame.

Caedric continues, teasing clearly not his intent. "So now I must turn the question on you. Dimitri, are you, happy?"

Dimitri doesn't answer right away, but he doesn't need to. The way he smiles as he laces a hand through Caedric's hair, the way his face goes soft as the other leans into the touch.

"Very, my little bat." He says finally. "Very."

Writing a blogpost for work on Welsh Festive Traditions (because everyone needs an excuse to post Mari Lwyd gifs for work)

but also getting distracted by Plygain

So Wales is reasonably known for singing and songing, right? Yes. And we love bursting into spontaneous group song, like, you know that video of the Lion King cast singing on an aeroplane? Get a pint in 'em and that is all of Wales. (I know this doesn't really count because they're already a choir but it's in a bar and they're singing the beaut of a song Pan Fo'r  Nos Yn Hir and I'm a sucker for it)

What we also are, is feral af. So over the festive period there would be a lot of rowdy nonsense (holly whips, Mari Lwyd and just generally getting drunk and loud) and everyone piling in to church (SO MANY churches and chapels in Wales: a place to hang out, gossip and sing? Of course there is) to sing for a few hours at 3am so we can pretend we're pious and worshipful when really we're all showing off our wonderful voices, tight harmonies and how well we've improvised local place names into the hymns.

So Plygain is an early morning worship (kind of Catholic Midnight Mass style) usually Christmas morning. People would stay up the night before making cyflaith and decorating the house, then would walk together with candles (Plygain Candles) to the church. The Candles would be used to light the church which, atmospheric or what? And then the vicar would do a short (very short) sermon before letting the singing start.

Different groups, duets, soloists etc would slowly rock up to the front in no particular order and sing a song. They would make a point not to sing anything that had already been sung but there would be no order of service or the like. Just all off the cuff job. So the no repeating of songs was a point of pride.

And the songs, kind of carols but not really because they're more like Prayers. They were collected in Llyfr Y Plygain ("Book of Prayers") and like mentioned above some would be adapted to mention local place names or farms or people (Like, Carol Wil Cae Coch) and then they got made... canon... I guess?

I mean the whole thing is very on brand for Welsh Christmas really.

Also note the word Plygain was first clocked in 13th Century Welsh manuscripts which, like, old! Really old shit!

Here's a lovely bit of Plygain singing to get distracted by. Croeso pal!

Octave!- one of my muses various children. (they have a lot of kids-) this child comes from one of my muses on disord and another muse belonging to @caramel-kitten-lion 

Fun Facts: They have a twin, named Caesura (nickname: Cae) they belong to Caramel-kitten-lion. and they’re blind.

@paigeatyourservice said:“I’m so embarrassed I can feel the redness of my face” To Cae bc reasons

       caelan would be lying if she said that she wasn’t trying to impress paige just a little bit - after all, it’s been so long since she’s had any kind of contact, let alone contact from a dashing agent of the inquisition. 

       caelan hooks a gloved hand under the other’s chin and grins not unlike a lion ready to devour it’s prey. 

       “don’t flatter me, it’ll go straight to my head. next thing you know i’ll actually be trying to win your favor.”