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fitzs-space · 11 months

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Watched Labyrinth last night with @galacticjay1, and my brain worms took over.

So woe, hermitcraft Labyrinth au be upon ye

Gem as Sarah, main character energy unfortunately but someone's gotta do it. she's the type to just end up in situations. that way the baby Toby can be her puppy Winnie. [alt option would have been Scott, cause Scott's got the vibe to just be in places, but he could not be bothered to actually go through the labyrinth]

Bdubs as Hoggle, just look at him. the tolken short guy whos forced to help and will complain every step of the way about it, and will completely kissass up to their boss. Also both having a prized possession always kept at their side [the Clock, and the bundle of jewelry]

Scar as Jareth the Goblin King, Yea. Who else.

Etho as Ludo, just vibes really. Quiet dude willing to help and can just do wild shit for no good reason. [alt option was Doc, cause he's got the tall brute force energy to him as well, by they said it didn't fit. Docs got more of a higher energy to him then what would fit]

Rens Sir Didymus, Dog Knight. eccentric mf who screams out soliloquys going on about saving the fair madden they have devoted their time and service to, is that Sir Didymus or Ren? yes. Ok those are the main ones, now onto the other characters met in the labyrinth in approximate order of appearance

Xisuma is the worm. look at that mf and tell me I am wrong, one of the lines is this dude asking Sarah to come in for a cup of tea. Id apologize to the Xisuma enjoyers, but this is tumbler and people know he's a bit of a wet paper bag kinda guy.

Impulse and Skizz are the door Guards, The guards have no idea what's going on and neither do those two. I know its Technically the "Four Guards" and It could be team Zits, but the vibe isn't there fully. the type of mfs to mislead someone by pure accident[Skizz], and also cause its a lil funny[Impulse]

Martin as the False Alarms, their entire roll is to dramatically shout false warnings at the people who pass. If I didn't make the man who abuses the voice effects on his GoXLR as the rocks who wait to shout at people, I'd be making a mistake. [listener ass bitch] Also there is straight up a line where one of them goes "oh please, we don't get to shout these very often, its only our job" in some posh voice, then go back to the deep dramatic shouting. and that's just Martin man.

Grian and Mumbo as the Door Knockers, vibes [its also funny to make everyone's favorite guys as characters only seen for five minuets at most] If any two guys are going to be subjected to living their life forever constantly shouting at each other barely being able to understand what the other is saying, it'd be those two. Grian would be the Left, would also scream if he couldn't hear someone [Watcher allegations also] Mumbo as right because the ring in his mouth could be drawn as his mustache

Tango's a Firey, look at him. Cartoon ass bitch, the entire scuffed greenscreen dance sequence is on par with his thumbnails. I know there are supposed to be five of the dudes, but shhhh Zedaph would also fit with these fuckers. the type of guy who could probably detach his head, but still knows that there are manners and its rude to throw someone else's head

Pearl as the Junk Lady, she's the cleaning lady and collects trash, was it ever a question? And Pearls gremlin voice is the exact same as the Junk lady's voice

Doc's the lil fairies at the beginning of the labyrinth, everyone say thank you to Doccy for butterfly truthing Doc.

Jellie as just all the goblins, Scar the Jellie king instead of the Goblin king. The threat of Winnie getting turned into a cat is kinda funny, also there's the Humongous? that's a Jellie panda

the only main characters Im missing is the Wise Man and the Hat, I just do not know who to put them as, maybe Xb and Keralis cause of vibe? or Xb and Hypno cause of the horsehead farms bit. I do not know.

All that will come from this is me maybe drawing Ren and Scar as the characters, feel free to do what you want with this, my brain just needed to scream about this really

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #labyrinth #dont ask man #Hermit labyrinth au #got my grubby minecraft enjoying hands on the silly david bowie puppet movie #im not tagging the characters

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poisonappleprintshop · 11 months

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Some of the nail looks I’ve had throughout the years: Summer edition!

All nails done by Samantha at The Gloss Society in Pittsburgh, PA.

Jewelry by Soliloquy Jewelry, Bloodmilk, and Burial Ground.

#nail art #alternative nails #whimsigoth nails #witch nails #unique nail looks #fashion magic #glamour magic

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thesechaoticpancakes · 10 months

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I had a dream that...

Y'all aren't going to believe the dream I had last night. For some context, it was set in the world of Tears of the Kingdom, so it felt like I was living in that world, but also Miles Morales from Into the Spiderverse was there.

It started off pretty tame. I was going about Hyrule killing monsters with my bow just like Link. At one point I had to help a guy (I knew him in the dream, but I couldn't tell you what his name was) who was getting surrounded by chuchus and bokoblins. I stood on a cliff overlooking the area and sniped all the fire chuchus first then anything that got near him. He was very thankful lol.

Then there was another scene where me and this guy were sleeping, my mom was also there for some reason. The issue with sleeping was that there were a bunch of spider-monsters attacking us and there were time bombs everywhere. So I did the logical thing and pulled out a flameblade and slashed and hacked then quickly backed away before the bombs went off. We did this until all the spiders were dead and we could actually sleep.

This next part is wild and I can't for the life of me remember how we got into this situation. But we were in some type of clearing. There were tall trees all around us, kinda boxing us into this clearing. And there was also a dragon. Yes, like the Breath of the Wild dragons. And it was being controlled by a young woman that stood on it's shoulder. And the dragon spun spider webs that trapped anyone that got near. My mother gets trapped in said webs while the young woman soliloquy's about how she's too powerful and we can't even hope to beat her, we're all gonna die, blah blah blah.

So the obvious solution to this problem is to sing. There was a song that my mother thought would tame the beast, but it didn't work. So I took up the song, but changed the tempo and melody a little and it worked. The dragon shrunk and laid down at my feet, tummy up in submission, and the young woman was thwarted and disappeared. (In hindsight she was probably Yiga). The dragon was now bound to me and would do whatever I commanded. So obviously I should use the dragon to defeat any foe in my path. but unfortunately my subconscious doesn't believe in continuity and I never saw that dragon again.

If you know anything about Breath of the Wild lore, you know there are three dragons. It was our mission (apparently) to tame all three somehow. So we went to go tame the second dragon and were woefully unprepared. (If only I had a dragon to fight with.) This dragon was controlled by a small boy who was altogether too crazy. Things got bad. Then I hear "What's up danger?" and look up to see something truly crazy.

Miles Morales with the third dragon (specifically called the Face Dragon for some reason), but Miles was floating in the air and also floating around him in a circle were a bunch of other spiderpeople. I took this all in and heard "What's up danger?" once more before he landed on the ground and was like "Hey mom what's up?" (Idk who his mother was supposed to be since both me and my mother are white irl, but it's whatever). He decimates the little boy and the dragon and the day is saved. Then we tell him we found more pieces of the Face Dragon(????) and he's like Oh sweet hand them over, and he puts them on like jewelry(idk dude they were small pieces I guess).

That was the pretty much the plot (if you could call it a plot) of my dream, but I do remember one other part where I was trying to get to a tower but it was absolutely INFESTED with monsters. I had to climb the outside of it because there were too many surrounding it on the ground. Once I made it to the top and dropped inside There Were More Monsters. I had to kill all of them before I could activate the tower and I was PISSED cause the towers are supposed to be SAFE like What The Fuck.

TL;DR: Miles Morales tamed a Breath of the Wild dragon and wore pieces of it as jewelry and was also related to two white women somehow.

I'm gonna draw some of the scenes and add them later so y'all have a visual.

#one time i dreamt #across the spiderverse #I had a dream that #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #weird dreams

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golden-route · 1 year

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Columbia Record CL 1060 Erroll Garner "Soliloquy" LP Vinyl Record High-Fidelity.

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wallylinda · 3 years

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please talk about everything you love about the wedding issue

WELL IF YOU ALL INSIST

The wedding issue--Flash 1987, issue number 61--is the funniest fucking comic I've ever had the pleasure of reading. It has it all: demons, Fidel Castro, dramatic confrontations in the middle of corridors...god, it's the best. "Get me to the Church on Time" is the last of Messner-Loebs' work on Wally's run and I am genuinely serious in saying that you should read his stint if only for this comic alone. It’s so dumb that it’s worth the pain.

We begin with a characteristic Wally-ian soliloquy pleading for the universe to strike him dead as he stands. Why? Because his mom’s getting remarried. May I add: because his mom’s getting married to a spy that she met in Italy, having hacked Wally’s JLE teleporter to do so, whereupon she then absconded into the ether with her newfound lover for months on end? Sometime during this time period, she ALSO became a spy and bought an Sicilian mansion to share with her hubby-to-be using Wally’s money. May I add: Wally doesn’t know his dad-in-law’s real name?

Already, this is SUCH a strong start. Amazing story-telling. I have you enthralled, on the edge of your seats, wondering how in the hell this could all get any better. I’ll tell you what could make it better:

Imagine being Wally in this instance. One of your friends--whom previously was a supervillain intent on swallowing (and I do mean that in the literal sense) expensive jewelry and bonafide biker gangs in what is in layman’s terms a blackhole--corners you at your mom’s wedding to apologize for going behind your back to date your girlfriend--who, admittedly, you didn’t get along with all that well, but the principal still stands--only to be interrupted by your previously-dead father? The same father whom died in the alien invasion he helped create, went on to brainwash you into a cult (may I add: this same cult managed to get Linda possessed by an Irish poet), only to show up at your mom’s wedding with a babe on his arm. May I add: MARY AND RUDY ARE STILL TECHNICALLY MARRIED BECAUSE HE NEVER ACTUALLY DIED.

GOD. And speaking of God, let’s talk about Rudy’s date. You know, the literal demon from Hell? You know, the demon that Wally fought when he was working off his debt to the IRS? I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how hilarious this is; Wally’s really having the worst fucking day of his life here and it is so funny.

After a whole host of other casualties--Fidel Castro sends his beloved friend Mary his regards and also an expensive collection of flowers, the minister finds time in his busy schedule to stop T. O. Morrow from committing suicide, the wedding cake gets lost in delivery--we have the Confrontation.

Rudy does not have an invitation. He’s here with a demon from hell. He tried to drown his wife for the sake of a successful alien invasion. Jesus CHRIST, sir please leave the venue???

Finally, for the last piece that ties it all together. The Italian spy’s name. Can you guess what it is? Can you fucking guess? Here’s what it is:

IT’S RUDOLPHO. MARY MARRIED A GUY WITH THE SAME FUCKING NAME AS THE HUSBAND WHO TRIED TO KILL HER. IM IN TEARS. IM CACKLING. AMAZING ISSUE ITS SO STUPID.

#actually im a messner-loebs stan 😩😩 he may not be a Waid but when the man delivered he delivered #it's a clusterfuck and its GREAT #there's some other stuff in the issue i didn't mention but overall: good #also wally and linda share a Moment later on so like...my lil wallinda brain goes brrrr #asks #dc

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highgaarden · 2 years

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honey, this club here is stuck up — “dinners & diatribes”, hozier; prompted by @goldcaught

She’s standing in a corner engaged in conversation with Sluggy, dripping in green velvet and furnished golden jewelry - tasteful and dainty and wrapping around her neck in thin layers, trailing down the soft dip between her collarbones - and he is disappointed when the sight of her stirs something low in his gut.

Caroline has an invitation. Of course she does. He isn’t surprised to see her there, but he is surprised not to see Salvatore (the brooding one) by her side. They’re inseparable: she is always there during Quidditch practice, where Stefan maps out the field with the kind dogged determination that has earned him the moniker of Ripper, the way he just rips through the air on his Firebolt. Klaus takes great pleasure in beating bludgers his way every time, especially if it makes Caroline stop short in her conversation with the Gilbert girl to gasp, and then to glare at him.

He shoulders his way through the crowd - dodges Romilda Vane, smiles politely at Luna Lovegood; narrows his eyes at Harry Potter, fellow sixth year Prefect and a shoo-in for Head Boy next year (not if Klaus has any say in it. The Mikaelson name may have been tarnished over the years over their familial … disputes, shall he call it, but he is still Quidditch Captain and at the top of his classes, Granger aside); gives Dumbledore the most perfunctory of nods - and ends up in Caroline and Slughorn’s tight little circle.

His presence, as usual, commandeers all of his Head of House’s attention.

“Mr. Mikaelson!” Slughorn bellows, absolutely sloshed on whatever drink is in his wobbly walrus grip. “Magnificent of you to join us! I was just commending Miss Forbes on her wonderful use of Syrup of Hellebore in today’s—”

As Slughorn continues his diatribe, Caroline turns her fierce glare on him. “You really can’t let me have one moment of peace, can you Klaus?” she mutters from the corner of her lip.

“Can’t let you get ahead without me,” Klaus murmurs back. “This entire club reeks of nepotism and I would be foolish not to take advantage.”

“ — and I said, Lo! I’ve never seen such creative improvisation since Mr. Potter and his bezoar! Why, I remember thinking to myself when Miss Forbes reached for the vial, Surely not — ”

“Not that you need any help,” Caroline shoots back.

“It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich,” Klaus says.

“That sounds like a load of rubbish.” Caroline’s eyebrows furrow further. “And that’s a muggle saying.”

Klaus shrugs. “I’m multitudes.”

“And modest,” Caroline says with a flick of her eyes heavenwards.

“ — against all of Gamp’s Laws! Have you ever heard of such a thing - well, of course you are, being my top students - Miss Granger aside, of course — ”

In a spectacular show of solidarity, the smiles freeze on both Klaus and Caroline’s faces whenever they hear of their academic adversary. But Klaus won’t let himself get distracted.

“Nothing modest about how I feel about you, sweetheart,” Klaus says, quite revealingly, but he’s tried everything in his arsenal and this was his last chance - “And on that note, do you have a date to Slughorn’s next event?”

Caroline, used to his advances, does not roll her eyes this time. “What’s his next event?”

“Don’t know yet,” Klaus answers. “But it’s Slughorn. There’s sure to be another stupid one soon.”

“ — a Gryffindor, too! Always told anyone who would listen - you two are listening, yes?” Slughorn sways on his feet, but his eyes are clear when he surveys his students.

“Of course, Professor,” they chorus. They keep the smiles on their faces until their Potions professor gets lost in another one of his soliloquies.

“If you help me on our Ancient Runes assignment,” Caroline finally allows, “I’ll think about it. If Hermione gets top marks again I might just throw myself off the Astronomy Tower.”

“Lucky for me, my Cushioning Charms are quite advanced. I’ll be on the grounds, waiting for you.” He doesn’t mean for it to sound so much like a swear, but what can you do when your fate has entirely surrendered to a Gryffindor prefect wearing your House colours?

hannah is drunk and taking prompts, so send her a song + pairing and she will drunkenly bang out something. there will be typos if you look for them. please don't look for them.

#klaroline #hannah writes things #songfeels

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villainousshakespeare · 3 years

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Learning a Lesson Chapter 1

Young Actor Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Rated E - Eventual Smut, Angst, Complicated Relationship - Teacher/Actor Posing as Student, Feels, Flirting, Fluff

Summary: It's your first day as a teacher and things are going well. That is, until a tall, gorgeous boy with blond curls and dramatic ways saunters into your last class. When he ignores all the swooning girls to flirt outrageously with you, it is secretly thrilling. Even more so is when he tries to steal a kiss after class ends. How long will you be able to keep your defenses up?

Up and Coming actor Tom is under cover in high school for research for a movie, but the pretty drama teacher is making the long assignment so much more enjoyable!

This was inspired by a dream I had. I opted to turn the main character into a young teacher instead of a student, just due to my own neurosis. Will probably be in a bout 4 parts... we shall see...

@arch-venus25, @caffiend-queen @ciaodarknessmyheart @frostbitten-written @just-the-hiddles @kellatron55 @myoxisbroken @nonsensicalobsessions @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @shae-annelore @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @hiddlesholic @yespolkadotkitty @vodka-and-some-sass @wolfsmom1 @tom-hlover @toozmanykids

The day had been going surprisingly well, if Emily did say so herself. All of her classes had seemed engaged in the material to some extent, and no one jumped out at her as an obvious juvenile delinquent bent on disrupting things. Of course, it was the first day of the school year and things could change, but with just one class to go she was feeling pretty satisfied with herself.

That was all about to change.

It was her first official day as a teacher. She had student taught, of course, but this was different. These kids were hers to mold and teach. It helped that most of the morning classes had been freshmen and sophomores. She had always looked young for her age, and she had already been asked once for a hall pass that afternoon between classes. It was embarrassing, but hardly unexpected. Soon she hoped that everyone would realize that she was faculty and not, in fact, attending herself.

Her last class was the one she had been both dreading and excited about all day. Senior Elective - Drama. It was her one chance to teach the subject that she loved the most. American and World literature were fine, of course, but she was a theater geek at heart. Teaching students who chose to study some of the most important plays in history, what could be better? She just hoped that they didn't all tower over her and decide that she couldn't possibly be the boss of them at her age.

The first few students to enter gave her hope. Three girls, giggling together in hushed voices, entered the room. She sized them up instantly - smart, a bit nerdy, and certain to turn into stunners in a few years' time. They smiled shyly at her as one, and Emily grinned in return, instructing them to sit anywhere they liked. As the others trickled in, began to breath easy. A few of the honor society kids, a couple who bore the stamp of musical theater unmistakably, and one or two who obviously were there simply because it sounded like an easy A that they could sleep through. Well, they would learn soon enough. Theater was a participatory activity in her mind. Still, the ten girls and three boys seated before her were hardly the type to strike fear into her heart, even if some of them did have several inches on her. She could do this!

The bell was still ringing when the door opened again and a tall, lanky boy backed in, calling jovially to some person still in the hallway. His voice was surprisingly deep, and contained a laughter that sounded infectious. Emily waited impatiently for him to conclude his conversation, foot tapping and lips pursed. When he finally turned around, she felt as though she had been punched in the gut.

He was certainly tall, easily topping 6 feet as he slouched against the door frame, insouciant smile on his face. A halo of wild, noodle like blonde curls framed his face, artlessly falling across his forehead in a manner designed to make one want to reach out and brush them back. His eyes, a stunning blue that ought to be illegal, were framed by obscenely long eyelashes and, if she were not mistaken, a light touch of eyeliner to make them all the worse. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut were hidden beneath just the right amount of residual baby fat to make him appear mischievous rather than outright dangerous, but she was not certain she should trust that assumption. A black t shirt and baggy black pants draped over his long, lean lines, accessorized with black and silver jewelry at his his wrist, waist, and neck, and a silver bar through the top of one ear.

Good lord above, her high school fantasy had just sauntered into the class she was supposed to be teaching! And Emily was not entirely sure that she had surrendered that fantasy as completely as she had hoped! Certainly her confidence, riding high just seconds before, was suddenly plummeting as the young stud slowly surveyed the class, enjoying the obvious attention his late entrance and stunning looks had provoked.

"Take a seat please, you're late," Emily said stridently, hating how forced her voice sounded.

"Apologies, I got turned around. Luckily some girls were nice enough to show me the way."

No doubt, she thought as he loped to the front of the class and sat in the desk immediately in front of her. And god almighty, was that an English accent? From the way most of the girls and two of the three boys in the class were twittering behind him she was certain she had heard correctly. He looked up at her with a cocksure smile on his face and she felt an absurd wave of embarrassment, as though he could read exactly what she had been thinking about him.

"So," he asked, extending his long legs out from under the desk until the toe of one booted foot almost touched hers, "when does the teacher get here?"

"I am the teacher," Emily tried to keep the consternation from her voice as she retreated behind her desk, hoping for some sort of barrier between her and the living temptation seated before her. Blindly she pointed to where "Miss Temple" was written on the chalk board, as though that would prove something.

"Impossible. You're far too young and attractive to be the teacher," he pronounced, openly giving her a once over as the rest of the class snickered.

Emily clenched her hands to keep from tugging down her skirt to make it longer. It hit a respectable length at just above her knee, but the way he looked speculatively at her legs she wished it hit the floor. Still, she was not about to let this smug little (or, well, not so little) popinjay rattle her.

"I am old enough. And you will find that there are no rules about a teacher's appearance," she told him. "But thank you all the same Mr -"

"Martinsson," he told you. "But you can call me Tom. And you are?"

"Very well, Tom," she sighed, ignoring the question. "Now, if I may begin the class?"

He waved his hand in a magnanimous gesture that left her unsure whether to laugh or roll her eyes or smack his smug, pretty face. She settled for turning on her heal and pulling her copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare out of her tote bag, wishing she couldn't feel his eyes on her backside as she bent over. Pants. She would definitely be wearing pants from now on.

"Shakespeare?" one of the musical theater kids groaned. "I thought this class was going to be fun!"

"Kiss me Kate is Shakespeare," the aptly named Kate, one of the honors girls, shot back, "and so is West Side Story!"

"It's less boring with songs," the boy muttered, making most of the others laugh in agreement.

"Dude, Shakespeare isn't boring!" Emily's heretofore nemesis said, turning to look disgustedly at the poor boy behind him. "Not if you have a thought in your head, at any rate!"

"See," Kate preened, trying to catch Tom's eye as the other boy squirmed.

"It's just stuffy old men shouting made up words at each other," one of the suspected lazy kids argued.

"Not if you do it right!" Tom insisted.

Before Emily could think to move, he unfolded his body from beneath the little wooden desk and dropped to his knees on the floor directly in front of her and began speaking with dramatic flourish.

"Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom."

As a gasp went through the class, Tom yanked up his shirt to bare a chest more well defined than she would have imagined. Not, of course, that she had any business imagining anything at all. He thrust a pencil into her hand and held it against the naked skin, continuing his soliloquy:

"And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward, But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. Take up the sword again, or take up me."

Emily stared, mouth gaping at the young man on his knees before her, pressing her hand to his flesh, and felt a wild urge to pull him up and kiss him senseless. The raw passion that he had infused his words with echoed in the room, impossible to miss. The lines had been rushed, and he stumbled once over the wording, but there was no faulting the fervor with which they were delivered.

After a moment of silent awe, the class erupted in spontaneous applause as he smirked and pulled himself to his feet, bringing Emily's hand to his mouth to kiss it in a ridiculous show of stage chivalry that made the class giggle but sent electricity coursing through her body. She snatched her hand back took a step away from him as he turned to bow to his cheering classmates.

"Was that Romeo?" one of the girls asked fatuously.

"No," he said disdainfully. "Romeo was a twat too stupid to think through a plan or trust his woman. That was Richard the Third."

"And does she take him?" the girl asked giggling.

"Oh, she does alright," he said with a wink. "Then he uses her to secure his kingdom, kills her, and moves on the next princess. But still, you can feel his seduction in the words."

Emily watched the girl struggle to come to terms with that information and felt a pang of sympathy for her. She had the sense that this was a man, a boy she reminded herself, who often had that effect on people.

"That was, er, quite the performance Mr. Martinsson," she attempted to wrench the class back. "And I agree, Shakespeare is far from boring. We will not, however, be reading Richard III right now. I thought we would start with something a bit more light. Much Ado About Nothing. Now, if you would all take out your books, I will assign parts."

"I'm afraid I don't have a book," it was Tom, of course. "We didn't move here in time for me to pick one up from the library."

"Very well, you can use mine," she sighed, glad she knew all the characters from memory.

Tom got up again, Emily wondered if he was capable of sitting still, and walked around her desk. He towered over her as he crossed behind her, and his arm casually and quite inappropriately draped around her shoulders as he passed. She twitched to dislodge him, and he shot her a guilty but hardly repentant grin in response.

"The book, Mr. Martinsson," Emily all but hissed.

"Thanks," he said, hand grazing over hers as he lifted the big tome and walked back to the desk.

"Now," she said, struggling to push down the effect he had had on her when standing so close in her space, "who wants to be Beatrice, the female lead?"

All of the female hands shot up instantly. She could hardly blame them. There was only one choice to read Benedick, and everyone knew it. Briefly she considered casting him as Claudio, or better yet, Dogberry, just to spite them all. For some reason the thought of him flirting in verse with one of these cloying little girls made her irritable. For better or worse though, her love of the play won out over her misplaced jealousy. Tom was Benedick, and Jamie, a quiet, studious girl Emily liked on sight was Beatrice. A ripple of resentment made Jamie shrink back a bit, but Emily still thought she was pleased with being cast. Who wouldn't be?

"Mr. Martinsson," Emily said as the closing bell rang, signaling the end of the class and the day, "please stay behind. I would like a word with you."

Rather than looking at all put out, Tom's face broke into that smug smile she were beginning to realize was a habitual look for him. She waited for the mob of loitering girls to finally take the hint and reluctantly leave before shutting the door behind him and turning to see him perched on the edge of her desk.

"I was hoping you'd keep me," he said confidently. "I thought you might."

"Yes well," Emily found her mouth was dry and suddenly regretted closing the door. It would look foolish to open it again though, so she tried to pull herself together. "I think we need to talk about your behavior."

"My behavior?" he asked, looking amused.

"Yes, it was highly inappropriate for class," she scolded.

"What was? My pointing out that you were attractive?"

"Among other things. Flirting with me, kissing my hand," somehow when she listed his crimes they didn't sound nearly as bad as they had seemed at the time. If any other student had acted in such a way, she realized, she would have laughed it off and set them in their place. It was only because it was him, so attractive and utterly beyond her touch, that it was a problem.

"I apologize if I embarrassed you," he said, which wasn't really the point. "But you must know that you are very attractive. Very desirable. I would have to be blind not to notice it."

"Tom - I just said -"

"That it was inappropriate for class. We're not in class now. And you can't tell me you're not attracted to me as well. I can tell."

"That's not the point. You are a student. A child."

"I'm 18 last week," he corrected, sounding offended. "And you can't be older than 25. That's hardly enough of a difference to matter."

"There are plenty of attractive girls your own age," she said, hating them all.

"Stupid, vapid girls," he muttered.

"I'm your teacher," she said again, wondering who she was trying to convince.

"Then you don't want me to kiss you?" he asked, hopping off the desk and suddenly standing very close and towering over her.

"It's not appropriate," Emily gulped out, repeating herself.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Look, I'm not saying you're not attractive," she licked her lips and struggled to keep her thoughts together as he took another step towards he.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"You know you are, that is not the point."

"And what is the point?"

"The point is, it's wrong!"

"The point is, you want me to kiss you."

"Tom. Mr. Martinsson -"

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me, and I'll stop."

His hand had circled around her and was somehow at the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He was enveloping her. His scent, his body heat, his bright, accented eyes, all clouded her mind and made it hard to think. His head was moving towards hers, and she knew it would be a kiss to make her toes curl.

"You're wrong," Emily gasped, closing her eyes and waiting for his lips to meet hers.

"Liar," he whispered, a mere breath away from her lips.

Dropping his hand, Tom stepped away and smiled down at her with something close to scorn in his eyes.

"I expected more from you," he told her. "I hope next time you can be honest with us both."

As she struggled to return her breathing to normal, he turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Emily reeling.

***

"How'd it go?" his director Jonesy asked him again, making his teeth clench.

"As I said," he repeated. "Just the never ending tedium of high school. God, the U.S. version is even worse than ours was!"

"Beginning to regret asking for this?" Jonesy chuckled.

Tom considered it. He had been excited when he was cast in the new film being directed by an up and coming indie director. He was young, and what few jobs he had been given had been in period pieces of the waistcoat and ascot variety. Playing a troubled teenager in a gritty coming of age story was not something he wanted to let pass him by.

Still, considering that his own education had been at the posh British public school of Eton, proverbial School of Kings, he had been feeling ill prepared for the role. To rectify the problem, he had asked to be placed in an American school for a month. The first day had certainly been an eyeopener, that was certain.

"No," he said. "Regretting the homework though."

"I thought you were supposed to be a troubled kid," Jonesy laughed. "Blow it off!"

He agreed with a laugh, but knew it wasn't quite true. There was one assignment he planned to do to the best of his ability. Shakespeare deserved no less, and neither did she. Miss Temple of the lovely legs and expressive eyes.

He had thought her a student at first, and was disgusted with himself for how attracted he was to her. The pretty skirt was just short enough to show her knee, and the blouse hinted at enticing curves that he couldn't help noticing. When he realized she was in fact the teacher, and a Shakespeare teacher at that, he couldn't resist. He was supposed to be a dramatic kid, very well. He would use it to his advantage. It had almost killed him to flub the line near the end, but he didn't want to show his hand as an actor on the first day and ruin all the work the studio had done to arrange this for him.

He hadn't really expected her to respond to him. When she did, even though she tried to fight it, he could feel the electricity. He had not been so drawn to a woman in ages. Damn the stupid disguise!

He had wanted to kiss her desperately. Added a year to the age he was meant to be playing in an attempt to convince her it was not the worst idea in the world. He knew she had wanted it too. It was only his strict code that had made him pull back at the last minute. She said no, even if they both knew she didn't mean it. Very well, he would just have to try harder next time. It would lend some excitement to what had so far been a less than thrilling assignment. He would learn about American high school life, and she would be his sweet reward. It was only a matter of time.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston rpf #Young!Tom Hiddleston #YoungActor!Tom #teacher/student #but not really #he is in disguise for a role #eventual smut #fluff #angst #forbidden relationship #shameless flirting #Tom does not play fair #dream inspired

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soliloquyjewelry · 11 months

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Lily of the Valley Vials and Domes. My odes to my favorite flower. 🖤

#soliloquyjewelry #soliloquy jewelry #lily of the valley #convallaria majalis #muguet #dried flowers #poisonous plants #poison path #witchcore #witchy #fairycore #cottagecore #dark cottagecore #witch cottage #cottage witch #fairy decor #wax seal

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talesofillaros · 2 years

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The Merchant Council

Kasumi Karstar (20 M, human)

Personality: Curious and open minded.

Policies: He works on stimulating trade in new technologies.

Trade: Printing presses.

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Lahara Saiyon (42 F, human)

Personality: Cautious and conservative.

Policies: Favors lower trade taxes.

Trade: Spices.

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Taryesen Bluemoon (368 NB, Nabafyrian elf)

Personality: Gruff and prickly, prone to staring silently.

Policies: They support more trade with remote and foreign peoples.

Trade: Jewelry

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Fadela Steelstone (133 F, half-elf)

Personality: Brash and over the top, a very excitable woman.

Policies: She favors higher trade taxes that go towards social support.

Trade: raw materials

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Vetch Highhill (71 M, halfling)

Personality: Humble and quick-witted.

Policies: A diehard abolitionist.

Trade: Medical herbs and supplies.

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Eikajaheeridomaz Hakoresh (18 M, dragonborn)

Personality: Prone to fiery soliloquies, but otherwise a very driven and ambitious man.

Policies: He wants to improve Southerners rights everywhere.

Trade: Wine.

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Ammet Inopeht (29 M, human)

Personality: Astonishingly petty and backhanded, but he will always finish what he starts.

Policies: He wants to allow slavery in Unity.

Trade: Slaves.

#fantasy #fiction #worldbuilding #writing #dnd stuff

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meaninglessblah-writes · 3 years

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Annual Wrap-Up!

It’s certainly been a year of highs and lows. Here’s the 2020 wrap-up, in case you missed it...

Current word count: 787,433

2020 Events:

Rival (JayTim Bingo Month 2019)

You’re Made of Starlight and I Can’t Stop Dreaming (Tim Drake Birthday Hunt)

A Few Kangaroos Loose in the Top Paddock (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Heat with alphaofallcats (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Force-Fed (DC Aspec Week)

Green (DCU 5K Bang)

Something New, Something Blue (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Appetite (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Free of Charge (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Worship On Your Knees (Or From Above) (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

To Protect & To Serve (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

In For A Penny, In For A Pound(ing) (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Reservations (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

Close The Distance (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

For The Right Price (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

New Fics:

The Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist Con (Jason, General)

Desperate Times (Tim/Jason, Mature)

Inheritance (Jason/Slade, Teen & Up)

Be Mine, Valentine (Tim/Jason, Explicit)

Civic Duty (Jason, Mature)

Out Of The Nest (Damian, Teen & Up)

Oh My God, They Were Quarantine-Mates (Tim/Jason, General)

What’s In A Name (Tim/Jason, Mature)

Theatrics (Tim/Jason, Teen & Up)

Grief Talks (Tim/Damian, Mature)

Doctor’s Orders (Midnighter/Jason, Teen & Up)

Trust Your Gut (Dick, Teen & Up)

(Take me out) On a date, with a bullet (Jason/Slade, Mature)

Swathes (Tim/Jason, Mature)

Framed (Roman/Jason, Explicit)

Treading Water (Tim, General)

True Pretences (Dick/Jason, Teen & Up)

Compatibility (Roy/Damian, Teen & Up)

Way To Ruin The Afterglow (Tim/Roy, Mature)

Rat (Damian, Teen & Up)

Say The Magic Word (Billy/Slade, Explicit)

Easy On The Eye (Singular) (Roy/Slade, Explicit)

Waste of Breath (Koriandr/Slade, Explicit)

Good Children Are Seen And Not Heard (Damian, General)

Repetition (Tim/Damian, Mature)

Caveat Emptor (Slade/Dick, Explicit)

Button (Tim/Jason, Mature)

Updated Fics:

Check Yourself with Joverie, Chapters 25 to 30

Let’s Play A Love Game with Batsaboutbats, Chapters 6 to 8

An Honest Mistake, Chapter 6

Smutfeed of Gotham with alphaofallcats, Chapter 2

Gift Fics:

My Cup Runneth Over (Jason/Damian, for ridethedinos)

Soliloquies & Scandal (Apollo/Midnighter/Jason, for scandalsavage)

I’ll Come When You Call (Midnighter/Jason/Bruce, for Batsaboutbats)

The Motorcycles Are A Metaphor (Tim/Jason, for MyThoughtfulWindow)

Kneaded (Clark/Slade, for OkayAristotle)

Midwestern Manners (Jon/Roy, for i-am-verybusy)

Target Practice (Dick/Slade, for withthekeyisking)

Let It Snow (Dick/Roman/Jason, for the Romin Server)

Writing Prompt Wednesdays:

“It’s not your fault,” Damian repeats into his hair, and Jon’s locks smear wet with the teenager’s tears.

“I just need,” Tim gasps, and braces his palms on his knees, “a moment.”

“I need you to trust me,” Damian pleads, blinking back tears.

“You’re a good man, Jason,” Dick urges, squeezing down on his shoulder.

“Say that again?” he asks softly, and Jason brushes his lips against the constellation of freckles between Roy’s shoulder blades before he answers.

“Ouch,” he mutters, and Jason gives him a strained chuckle for the effort.

“Bruce,” he groans, arching when those lips suck against his jaw, reinvigorating a bruise he knows was left there the night before last.

Tim crouches amongst the gravel, pauses a moment to take in the translucent gleam of the rocks in the light of a passing train.

“Damian,” Tim hedges, and braces for the staccato clack-clack.

“They’ll hear us,” Jon murmurs into Damian’s shoulder, lips ticklish on the overheated flesh.

“No one’s going to hurt you,” the man says, expression gentle as he crouches at Jason’s side.

“I’m only gonna ask you to do this once, baby,” Todd croons, and shifts his grip so the knife in it cants up the clean-shaven length of Dick’s neck.

“You good there, Dickie?” Jason asks, unblinking where he’s frozen in the doorway.

“What do you think?” Talon purrs, surveying his latest masterpiece.

“Hurry up and come, Dickie,” Slade’s gravelly timbre demands, punctuating the sentiment with a few hard thrusts between the man’s thighs.

“Would’ve thought your kind would be in the ocean,” Slade mutters, dropping down into the boat.

“Bite down on this pretty jewelry of yours, won’t you darling?” Clark murmurs around an apple pie smile.

At the Edge of the Disco

Darkest Depths

Please Say No

Do You Ever Want To Just Bang Your Head Against A Wall?

Never Ending, Just Beginning

Flowers for the Moon

Fics Read & Recommended:

Secret Witness by elareine

I think I knew I loved you, beautiful by batsaboutbats

Consume Me by ride_the_dinos

Compatible Differences by OkayAristotle

Proper Gun Control by firefright & Skalidra

War of Roses by Walor

The People v. Jason Todd by LuthienLuinwe

Give Thanks To Broken Bones by thepartyresponsible

A Light That Burns by forestgreen

Gentle and Meticulous by alphaofallcats

Slipping Down by withthekeyisking

Killshot by surveycorpsjean

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink & moonlumie

Too Good Not To Share by Agf

Where You Hold Me Tight by Silver_Snow_77

Slapshot by Jonaira

When I’m down on my knees, you’re how I pray by stultiloquent

It’s Enough Just To Make Me Go Crazy by Morimaitar

I want to lay here (lost and bitter) by withthekeyisking

I promise by batsaboutbats

Discovery by withthekeyisking

An Extension by alphaofallcats

And my own personal work of original fiction, Retributory Shroud.

#meaninglessblah rambles #that's a wrap

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floreatetona-a · 3 years

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@norringtxn liked for a starter

......sleep no more.... ...James does murder sleep...

He could almost hear the famed soliloquy in his own, damned, trebling voice.

Sleep, the death of each day’s life. Sleep the sore wrench’s bath. How long, how long had James not slept?

He’d go no more: afraid to think of what he’d done. Look on his sins again- he wouldn’t dare. ....He couldn’t return to the manor anyway, even if he wanted to. Not as long as this rattling carriage thundered forward in the smothering dark. The tall young man sat in a shocked daze that stared at nothing. He’d have been motionless were it not for the violent quakes of the carriage car. Mentally, perhaps spiritually, he was slumped pitifully against the shaking walls, allowing himself to weep at the future that’d shattered like reading glasses in his hands. But in reality he was allowing no such grievances: even in total solitude his posture was correct and upright, his clothes fine and in perfect order, and his teeth grinded in horror and rage politely to themselves. This was the closest to calm he’d been in hours, and, respectfully considering he’d committed a bloody atrocity unto God and clan but some hours ago, one might believe he was taking it all rather well.

He wasn’t. Onward the dark horses charged, diving without regard out of the engulfing ink black of the woods. The hail of sticks and branch whips ended their loud assault on the carriage’s sides as the slit of a road now lead through farmland. Out the window nothing changed, as the stormy, moonless night swallowed all. But James didn’t care, he didn’t even notice. It was Dover or bust, with the port only minutes away, and the once methodical, calculating James had not even a resemblance of a plan.

What was he doing? What was he going? Flee the country with stolen jewelry and silver and the very last of his family’s money and then what? Settle in a colony?.... Could he truly pull off such a thing? ....in truth he knew that hope was lost. He was a murderer now, and a half-traveler bastard without a title. A kinder man would have sent the money and gems to his good natured half brother and thrown himself from the manor’s highest window. But he was not a kinder man, not by any stretch, and as enticing as suicide seemed to be, he wasn’t one to just lay down without a solid try.

Suddenly the whole carriage crashed to a halt, breaking James’ spell of silent anxiety. The whip master hopped down and opened the door with a hand outstretched and a toothless grin. Jas could only pray no one of importance saw him pay such a seedy character and stepped out into the rain with his eyes darting about. The harbor reeked of horse manure and fish, and the lanterns did fuck all for light; but here he was, as promised, before sunrise. Soaking in his fine, old clothes. As the carriage pulled away and he gathered his luggage he in turn tried to gather himself; shoving down his anger and his paranoia and his dread, and rekindling his indomitable spirit. Periwinkle eyes finally blinked and found their spark and he turned to read the board of out bound voyages with a new, terrifying initiative. Damn the waters and the rains; damn his hatred and is forever silenced step mother. He was an Etonian, and an Oxford graduate, even if a murderous one! And come hell or high water he’d fight for his life and his legacy....

Now what shall it be... New York, Newport, Philadelphia, Charlestown... oh!... There was a ship departing in the morning for the Caribbean.....

#q w q #thank you for being patient #norringtxn #x; RACONTEUR OF REPUTE { rp }#au; A PIRATING WE GO { pirate }

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atypicalacademic · 3 years

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Haider Wazim- NSFW Headcanons

Thanks for enabling me @apprenticealec I have zero self control and too much cold brew and chai in me to not manic-write this.

I’ll start with my best bisexual boy, and work my way through the rest. As always if you’re curious about anyone in particular, feel free to ask.

Warnings: Dom/sub, kinks, food- Everything’s below the board, and absolutely nothing is safe for work.

It’s not that he’s shy, but he can come off as blushy and nervous when he’s approaching someone for the first time. (It wears off soon enough- and if you’re the one who’s shy, he fumbles, but he can rise to the occasion.)

To that end, he really likes those who come off as straightforward and bold- he’ll get tongue tied and red but I promise, he likes it, and he’s perfectly capable of drawing boundaries when he needs to. Most of the time, he waits for you to initiate.

Haider’s something of an artist, after all, and he’s very visually motivated. Looking at you counts as foreplay when he’s in the mood, and if you like putting on a show or dressing up, (or letting him dress you up), well, he’s watching.

He’s not just watching, either. He likes to undress his partners (or watch them undress) like he’s unwrapping something marvelous, praising you from top to toe- pointing out things you’ve probably never noticed or found particularly special- the little beauty mark on your shoulder, the sway of your hips when you walk, the way your hair falls about your face, the blush spreading down your cheeks to your chest, everything merits its own little soliloquy, and you can see him getting even more turned on the more he looks and talks.

Foreplay is also elaborate- he’s a huge fan of body paints, and he makes safe, edible ones from the scratch so you needn’t worry about getting messy. He likes to lay his partner(s) down and paint flowers and vines and butterflies, anything you want, and he wants it to smear when you pull him to yourself. Fancy ropes, ribbons, silk, jewelry, long-drawn massages- it’s not like he doesn’t like quickies- but there really is something about building up to a scene like that.

Dynamic wise, Haider’s a switch-

As a dom, he’s gentle, and he’s sweet, but he’s stricter than he seems, and he’s an unbearable tease.

He likes pulling you to his lap, stroking and groping over and over just to get you to squirm (and cry, if you’re so inclined) before you’ve even taken your clothes off.

HUGE fan of mirrors- he’ll set them up around the room, whisper in your ear about how good you look, how flushed and shivery, how hard, how wet- and god help you if you don’t keep your eyes open and watch when he tells you to. (He doesn’t degrade, or even scold, but he’ll start from the scratch all over again so good luck getting to cum anytime soon.)

He’s a big power bottom when he doms- when he asks you to go slower, faster, get off, go down on him- it never really sounds like an order- but it is.

Haider’s biggest strength is his patience, and he’s going to deploy it- no matter what role he’s playing, he likes being edged, (at least till he’s teary), and he also loves edging his partners- drawing away or asking you stop at the last moment, smiling sweetly if you put up a fight, and starting all over again.

He can take pain, but he’s picky about dishing it out- he never whips or flogs or cuts, but boy does he cane.

When he subs, he wants nothing more than to be a Very Good Boy.

He doesn’t brat, unless you really want him to, and he’s the happiest when he’s quiet and on his knees and good for you.

He can service-top, follow your orders and then some, always going the extra mile so that he’s sure he’s pleasing you-

Or he can be the sweetest pillow prince, and is truly adept at lying down and taking it. The praise never stops unless you tell him to be quiet, but when he’s subbing his eyes are wide mahogany pools, and he’s stuttering and tripping over his words and sniffling, and he thanks you and asks permission for everything.

Will beg to get to go down on you.

He also really like being tied up, kept still, and he will stay still, squirming or not, he will stay still so you could use him however you want.

Edge him all you want, deny him, manhandle him, and put him through his paces- like I said, his biggest strength is his patience.

He doesn’t like blood, or giving or recieving verbal degradation though, and he’s a sucker for cutesy nicknames- whatever role he’s playing, he likes being called “my prince.”

He also has cutesy nicknames for everyone- Asra’s baby, Portia’s kitten, his best fwb Aarcha’s angel, etc etc etc.

Yes please to threesomes. His first threesome was with Asra and Aarcha, and he hasn’t looked back since.

Aftercare is also elaborate- he does like to laze around, but not before fixing you your favorite snack and drink. If he’s dommed he’s not going to leave your sight, holding you and wrapping you up in sheets scented with your favorite perfume.

There’s food and cuddles and sleep and definitely a massage, even if both of you might be too tired to chat (he really does go all day, and it can wear you out).

He doesn’t just want you to go home satisfied, he wants you to feel spoiled, and worshipped and tended to. It’s nothing less than you deserve, and it’s nothing less than what he loves to give.

#lemon #the arcana #haider wazim #headcanons #my apprentice #the arcana headcanons #my headcanons #oof thanks for getting this far #lemon headcanons

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