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humblemooncat · 4 months
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I mean... I couldn't NOT pose this.
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"Beloved... Thou doth knowest the definition of insanity, I trust?"
"Da wot?"
I guarantee he's been at it since Thancred dared him to try back in ARR.
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hazeleks · 1 year
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I didn’t even knew it had a face.
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r-adio · 2 months
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munvermaniac · 2 years
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“Can I please have my jacket back?”
“No.”
“God dammit.”
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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"You dreamt of me? Tell me more." - Nathaniel to Achilles
Achilles laughed a little to Nathaniel question, shaking his head. He knew he shouldn't have admitted that, but he was often talking before thinking, which was often a disadvantage. The surgeon was still laying on the couch he slept on, looking at the prince, who was still in his bed. When he opened his eyes and saw that the siren was still there, he was quite relief, he did not know what though, but he was glad Nathaniel was the first person he saw waking up. Then, he had the stupid idea to tell him he dreamt about him, he did not know why he said that, the words left his mouth before his brain could comprehend them, and he regretted it for it could be seen has weird and maybe disrespectful even, since Nathaniel was a prince, and they didn't really know each other. So he closed his eyes, cursing himself for his stupidity, but when he opened his eyes, Achilles saw that cute smile on Nathaniel's face, and that was enough to make him relax a bit, while his heart missed a beat.
The young demigod stood up and stretched, before coming closer to the chair he tended Nathaniel's wound the previous night. For a moment, he stayed motionless in front of the chair, looking at the prince, silently. Nathaniel stayed in bed, looking at Achilles with a smile on his face but a puzzled look, when finally the latter laughed a little, which made the siren understood that he had to come closer too. A bit embarrassed, the prince finally left the bed to sat on the chair, where the surgeon took off his bandage to look at his wound.
“I'm afraid it wasn't a very interesting dream to hear about.” Achilles said after a moment of silence while cleaning the wound.
“I'd be the judge of that. Go on.”
“Fine, your Highness.”
“You know, each time you call me 'your Highness' I sense some sarcasm.”
“Oh, is that so obvious?”
The demigod couldn't help but smirk, which made Nathaniel laugh a little. For a while, they stayed there, looking at each other in silence. Now, Achilles' face was close to Nathaniel's one. Without realizing it, the bard quickly looked at the siren's lips, while his heart beat a bit faster. If Nathaniel did not clear his throat at the moment, which bring Achilles' back to reality, he probably would have done something he shouldn't have. Shaking his head, the surgeon finished cleaning his patient's wound, putting a fresh bandage on it.
“You should be careful, though. I don't care if you're condescending with me, to be honest, I really want you to call me Nate. But others won't like it.”
“Do not worry about me, I am charming enough to get my way out of any situation.”
“I believe that, yes.” Nathaniel whispered, and somehow, it made Achilles blushed a little. “So? That dream?”
“Alright, let me see...” Achilles started, searching in his memory of his dream. For a moment, he was silent, lost in his thoughts, but after a while, he sat on a chair next to Nathaniel, putting his surgical equipment away. “We were in a field of dandelions, having a picnic.”
“I remember that day...” Nathaniel whispered for himself, but Achilles did hear it, which made him frowned.
“You remember my dream?”
“What? No, I was talking to myself... I know, it does not help you think I am sane, now, don't laugh! Keep going, I am listening.”
“Fine, hmm... We had ham sandwiches and strong alcohol.”
“You even remember what we were eating?” Nathaniel said quite surprise, making the surgeon frowned even more.
“I have a very good memory, a gift for details.” Achilles admitted while shrugging. “That's not really a meal for a prince.”
“You'd be surprise what I can eat. What else?”
“It starting to rain, I wanted to leave, but you insisted for us to stay, because you wanted to see the sunset. I obliged. We were soaked, but the sunset was beautiful, so I wasn't truly mad at you for that.”
“Don't stop now, and then? What happened?”
“I don't know, I woke up.”
“Oh...”
Achilles could hear how disappointed Nathaniel was, which surprised him. He felt a bit stupid now for talking about it, and he looked away, pretending to be more interesting in his tools than the previous discussion. Nathaniel was a bit sad Achilles did not remember more. What the surgeon thought was just a silly dream was actually a date they had in one of his previous lives, and the siren remembered it quite well, as it was one of his favourite memory. He did force Achilles to stay under the rain just to see the sunset in the field of dandelion. He remembered how Achilles was mad, telling him off about how they will get sick if they stay under the rain too long, but as soon as he saw the sunset, the doctor kept quiet, too hypnotized by the sight in front of him. What Achilles was missing was that after that, they kissed –and even did more than that– under the rain.
Nathaniel thought it was a shame that Achilles did not remember the kiss. But at least, he remembered, even though it was through dreams. After a few minutes, where he was lost in his thought, the prince stood up, bringing Achilles' attention to him. The surgeon frowned when he saw the siren putting back his torn shirt.
“You're leaving?” He asked, a bit sad by the idea, not truly knowing why.
“Yes, I have too."
"Oh..." Achilles tried his best to hide his disappointment, but he probably did a bad job at it, for Nathaniel smiled a bit. "I'm sorry if I scared you with my dream... It was just a silly thing, I-"
"No, it's fine. I love your dream. It seems like a nice dream." Nathaniel reassured, and he could see it worked, for Achilles' seemed less tense all of a sudden. "I just have somewhere to go... But we'll see each other, I'll make sure of that.”
“You're a strange man, Nathaniel Blackwater.”
“I know, you'll grow to like this about me.”
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autumnal-prince · 6 months
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elephantaday · 2 years
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Day 155 of posting pictures of elephants.
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crow-meander · 2 years
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Riding into battle
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nokingsonlyfooles · 7 months
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I was doing my daily Tumblr check and I heard, very small, from the couch, "help." I look over and this is what I see:
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So I took a photo! I took several photos, actually. I wanted one where The Boy was looking at the camera.
Not five minutes later, I'm making myself a coffee and there's no pods in the drawer. The big box of pods is up on top of the cabinets where I can't reach. We have a little note on our whiteboard to remind us it's there, "More coffee for tall people" it says, because we knew. "help" I said.
He got up and helped me.
I said, "Aren't you going to take a photo?"
"No! Because I'm a good person!"
😂
We love each other, it's fine.
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galaxymooing · 1 year
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been doodling a lot of avrages this month ft sketch concept for a piece i want to do
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not-krys · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday: Fictober Off-Season: You Keep Me Warm
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As a writing practice exercise, I decided to use one of my unused Fictober prompts (from 2019, specifically) and see where it took me. At the time, I had also watched a video about mind-mapping, to help think creative ideas through. I hadn't done mind-mapping since I was in school, so I thought I would try and attempt it for help in writing.
Then I remembered why I didn't like this method in school:
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Basically, it just made a huge clusterfuck of notes that somewhat helped, but it was still a huge clusterfuckle of notes. You'll probably have to click on in /open it up to view all the notes I had there, as I'm sure that tumbly will crunch the quality of the screenshot, but trust me this boy was big.
But I did manage to settle on using the Lancelot ideas for this writing exercise. And so here's the fruits of that exercise. Regular warnings: Raw writing, not edited, cuts off in a weird place, not complete.
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Suppressing a shiver, you looked up at the moon for the hundredth time, light snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. Midnight couldn't come faster, you thought, waiting for the portal back to Cradle to open.
Was it winter in Cradle? You'd look rather silly coming back bundled up in woolen stockings and a voluminous red scarf, if it was the height of summer there. But, in your defense, waiting for midnight in the middle of winter in light linens seemed a death sentence.
Oh well, they all could laugh as much as they wanted, so long as you returned to Cradle, to him, hopefully soon.
The snow continued to fall, the entire world silent, waiting for the distant clock to strike the hour. 
You hoped everyone had been well during your month-long absence. That Kyle hadn't drank too much while you were gone. That Edgar hadn't caused too much trouble. That everyone had rested and ate well. You worried most of all for Lancelot, taking on too much work and too little time to care for himself. Jonah would try to ease his King's burden, you knew he would, but there was only so much that Jonah could do, as Lancelot's Queen.
You missed him terribly, your Lancelot. How he held you with firm conviction, sworn to protect you from all that threatened your happiness, how tender his voice turned when you were alone as he played with your hair, how his cloak smelled like him and held his warmth when you curled up inside of it on nights like this, too cold to be alone.
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sweaty-confetti · 9 months
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idk y’all should treat fat men better. and i don’t mean mildly chubby guys i mean honest-to-god love-handles-and-double-chins fat guys. stop calling them shit like discord mods or gross weebs or nasty creeps or neckbeards or that they’re stinky or sweaty or beer bellied or whatever else. fatphobia isn’t cute, even repackaged in a neat little box of “ew men”
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everchased · 6 months
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hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot
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cemeterything · 4 months
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are we still doing this because i have a late submission
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beif0ngs · 8 months
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Hobie being Miles' #1 supporter, hype man & homie 👊🏿
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peaceandlove26 · 14 days
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on second thought, i’d rather hang around
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