I'm trying real hard for the haiku bot to find my secret haiku.
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"What's a Zen?" he said.
The Fool's bells tinkled as he sorted through his cards. Without thinking, he said: "Oh, a sub-sect of the Turnwise Klatch philosophical system of Sumtin, noted for its simple austerity and the offer of personal tranquillity and wholeness achieved through meditation and breathing techniques; an interesting aspect is the asking of apparently nonsensical questions in order to widen the doors of perception."
"How's that again?" said the cook suspiciously. [...]
The Fool hesitated with a card in his hand, suppressed his panic and thought quickly.
"I'faith, nuncle," he squeaked, "thou't more full of questions than a martlebury is of mizzensails."
The cook relaxed.
Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
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Arrowfam week 2023 prompt "In disguise".
An alternate timeline where Roy joined Lian and Jade in Catwoman's plan to steal Batman from the gallows.
@arrowfam-events
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March of Pain Day 27: Food
CW: hunger, um...that's about it this time
As the sunset cast golden light through the window above the sink, the servant boy finished scraping the plates into his wooden bowl. The royals had eaten almost everything, leaving him with a small mound of scraps and crumbs. Mostly bones. He would give those to the dogs. But for him, there wasn’t much. He was used to it; it came with the territory of being a kitchen boy. Granted, he wasn’t just a kitchen boy. But no one knew that except him.
He set the bowl aside for later and started washing. Behind him, the cook hummed tunelessly as he put his pots away. The woodcutter lumbered in with the last pile of wood for the night. The queen’s maid slipped in for her majesty’s nightly hot drink. And the kitchen boy kept washing. Plate after plate, bowl after bowl, he scrubbed and rinsed, casting the occasional glance at the meager bowl waiting for him when he was finished.
If only they knew. If only they knew who I really am.
He had taken the job easily: get a position in the castle in disguise, and keep an eye on the royal family’s movements. Not the most honorable thing he had ever done. But there was more than just his own honor at stake.
They can’t know. Not yet. Not until the job is done.
With the stack of dirty dishes finally depleted, the kitchen boy turned at last to his bowl of leftovers. One taste, and he dumped the rest into a trough for the pigs. Even worse than he expected. Stale bread would have to be enough for tonight’s supper after all.
Not the way to treat a knight. He should be sitting at the high table, dining next to the rest of the royal family’s courtiers.
But for now, until he accomplished his mission, stale bread would have to do.
That, and the dagger he always wore concealed in his cast-off boots.
@marchofpain
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tang: hey uh. pigsy? theres an exorcist here talking about a demon, did you call him?
pigsy: no.
demon, running away from mk and mei: i called him -get me outta here!!
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I am desperately searching for the artist of this piece and I cannot find them!! If you know, please let me know because I love this so much :c
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My partner got to name our second cat and opted for Rya, from Elden Ring, and oh snap was that a perfect name for this lizard in disguise.
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