#woe! sand be upon ye!

[everygaara]

#woe! sand be upon ye! #naruto #vol 58 #ch 547 #gaara #fourth shinobi world war: confrontation

[stararise]

evil professor layton: i encourage the use of calculus to solve this puzzle

#star says #professor layton #hershel layton #i think roleswap layton (between him and descole) does this. just gives you annoying tedious puzzles #woe! puzzle requiring you to find a derivative to determine the rate of which sand flows into monte d'or be upon ye

[endlessdreamingofdream]

i had a vision and felt compelled to make this

#man me a sand #the sandman netflix #the sandman #dream of the endless #woe sand be upon ye #sandman meme #my post

[eterniityblooms]

,, pick a god and pray . "

-the artificer . to whichever muse you'd like ,

〔 raw lines sentence starters! 〕

a rattling, horrid hissing noise emits from nine shadows' masked face, sputtering in a cadence that sounds... almost like a laugh? the vulture's head lifts upwards, staring down the maroon slugcat with an expression somewhere between the amusement of an apex predator watching a smaller creature, and some form of... curiosity, something beyond the calculating, predatory gaze vultures normally have.

a god? pray? which of the thousands shall it be? they cannot reach us here.

vulture communication is intricate, but relies heavily upon body language due to their limited ability to vocalizeーable to produce little more than that awful, wheezing hiss, like something that's been inhaling smoke for its entire life (though with the right genetic modifications, perhaps more...)ーthus, this message is conveyed through a series of precise feather movements as well as some wing movement, their eyes never once leaving the slugcat. curiously, though, the perched vulture does not attackーmerely looks poised to lift into the air at a moment's notice.

#『 scrolls of sand and memory: ask response. 』 #『 in the beginning there was nothing: starter. 』 #『 seeker of forgotten knowledge: nine shadows，calamitous wings. 』 #『 distrxst. 』 #woe，unhinged (but not entirely malicious?¿) vulture be upon ye

[tycutiovevo]

woe, fat snakes be upon ye!

dunsparce variants! this was so fun! i know poke variants have been around for a while but i was inspired to do these because of @onebadnoodle 's banette variants!

gonna put some rambles about each one under the cut:

cobra (+arbok): normal/poison type. this dunsparce has gained a strong venom, but still prefers not to fight foes. it scares off potential predators by puffing up its body and showing off the pattern on its back, which resembles a face. if the enemy is still undeterred, dunsparce will deliver a potent bite before fleeing.

viper (+seviper): normal/poison. this dunsparce has gained a more mischievous attitude, and the two horns on its chin can inject prey with a deadly toxin. for some reason, this dunsparce seems particularly frightened by zangoose.

sunbeam (+kecleon): normal. this dunsparce has gained the ability to camouflage itself and turn invisible. well, mostly. its bright red stripes and belly are still visible even upon camouflaging, so it still relies on its drill shaped tail to escape predators.

royal (+serperior): normal/grass. this variant appeared only domestically, as its snooty nature makes it unsuitable for combat or living in the wild. it wishes to be treated like royalty, and will bully other pokemon into being its servants. the rare royal dunsparce seen in the wild seem to be released, and have only survived by getting other pokemon to do its bidding.

hog-nose (+sandaconda): normal/ground. its wings seem to be vestigial, as it spends almost all of its time buried in the sand. it can shoot sand from its large nostrils to scare off predators. its rotund body stores water and fat, keeping it cool and hydrated for long periods of time while also keeping it warm during desert nights.

#art #my art #pokemon #pokemon variations #pokemon variants #dunsparce #arbok #seviper #kecleon #serperior #sandaconda

[definitelynotshouting]

hello gang its been far too long since you received scarian kisses from me

luckily i am here to change that<3 massive shout out to @sculkshrieking for giving me this idea and @shaklyart for the absolutely GORGEOUS animatic that fully sparked this discussion in the first place, seriously please go give it some love guys its incredible. Anyway woe, TJ Shouting smooches be upon ye >:]

"... Don't kiss me," Grian breathes, so low and heady that it fills Scar's head with light, a clean and dizzy wash over everything still lingering between them. Here, in this microscopic space, there are no grains of sand; no loneliness; no secrets; no cruel and counting timer. Only them, and a warmth beginning to boil, rolling in with the same potent energy of a summer thunderstorm.

And it's so, so easy to let Scar's task do the work for him.

So Scar tips forward, closing the space between them once more— catches Grian's lower lip between his teeth, rolling it into his mouth with slow, deliberate motions. Grian's breath audibly hitches; both hands lift to frame Scar's face, tangle in his hair, and the firm tug of fingers gripping him at the roots has Scar gasping into the kiss. He retaliates by releasing Grian's bottom lip, only to shift the angle to catch his cupid's bow, nipping at the sensitive skin— until Grian sucks in another shaky breath, fingers tightening, mouth falling lax against his. Scar soothes away the sharp sting, folding wordless apologies against Grian's mouth in a language beyond words, beyond any buzzing syllable that will never, ever leave his throat again.

Grian pushes in further, a ragged noise punching from his throat; the answering riptide of fervent affection threatens to drown Scar in liquid gold, and he drags Grian as close as he can get him, lips sliding leisurely over his, arms wrapping tight around his waist. Like this, they could be one person. Like this, there is only the aching stretch of their own bleeding hearts, a horizon of broken stitches— and the desperate, clawing urge to sew them back together again. To make them whole.

When they part, it's by less than an inch; Grian breathes in deep, the same air Scar exhales, and his lips brush Scar's with each tentative sway into each other's orbit, scattering electric sparks in their wake.

Grian's voice is, miraculously, even quieter and headier than before. "Don't—" His voice catches, cracking the word in half. "Don't kiss me." He leans forward, brushing his own featherlight kiss against Scar's lips. Back. "Don't kiss me." Swaying forth again, another kiss; this one just as a soft, just as syrupy. When Grian pulls back once more, his eyes are lidded. Then, pretenses stripped as clean from his voice as sun-bleached bone, he begs— he breathes: "Scar, please— just kiss me."

And Scar— bathed in the gilded sunset of their kiss-bruised memories, with his heart a hummingbird thrum in his throat— throws his task to the wind, and obligingly falls back in.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #secret life #traffic series #trafficblr #trafficshipping #kissing #kisses #mcyt #slsmp #shouting speaks #my snippets #fellas is it gay--💥💥💥💥💥 #yes. yes it is #[guy who should be working on his secret santa voice] if i dont write scarian kisses rigjt fjckgin noww im going 2 DIE #txt

[mellybabbles]

* Feelin' cute, might go eat sand idk

HUEUHEUHEHU WOE, MOSS BE UPON YE Moss belongs to @swiftmitsu

(guy's he was so fun to drawhehue)

#melly's silly talks #moss sans #overgrowthtale #wait that's what it's called right #i can't remmeber #moss!sans #my art #utmv fanart #utmv art #heuehhuehu i luv him #undertale #undertale au

[lavaflowe]

JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point… #Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

[prime-adeptus]

THE MOON AND HER STARS – MIKAZUKI MUNECHIKA X READER

Nothing you do would ever compare to what he does for you, but you hoped that your love would be enough.

CONTENT.⠀gender-neutral reader, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injury, ambiguous relationship (can be read as either romantic or [queer]platonic, no labels are used) — ~1,3k words

NOTES.⠀selfship coded but who cares. woe jiji be upon ye

divider by cafekitsune | part of us, in the sands of time ficlet collection

For someone who only has to stay on the sidelines, you agitate yourself just as much as someone on the battlefield would. It isn’t that you don’t trust your touken danshi—you do—but with the recent wave of invasions, you can’t help but worry about them all. What if they get gravely injured? What if they break?

Your worries came true like they had been prophesied. The recon team returned with a gravely injured Sayo, bloodied and bruised and on the verge of breaking. Yagen had swiftly taken the boy to the infirmary while Mutsunokami went ahead to get Souza. And you—you stood there with your heart in your throat, watching as your subjects limp and trudge in the same direction Yagen went. The mission had been a success, but at what cost? They could have died, and if they had, you’d fail your role as their master. You’d fail them.

You already had.

You were burning with guilt and sorrow. You sent them into a catastrophe, stained your hands with their blood and failed your mission. You failed them. You needed space to think of a defence, of how to do better as their master so this won’t happen again. You can’t bear the thought of losing any one of them.

You’ve locked yourself in your quarters since the recon team returned. The Citadel can survive without you for a day or two. They will. You wonder if that is the way it should be. You’d passed on the easier duties to your right-hand man, Hasebe, leaving him in charge until you were ready to come back.

You knew the half-hearted lie you told him was far from convincing. He’d seen your tears and puffy eyes. You weren’t under the weather like you said, but Hasebe would rather die than force you to talk about what you weren’t ready to, so he relented. Someone was bound to see through you somehow, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. He must’ve told Mikazuki about you.

He had been the last person you wanted to know about your current state. Just like he disliked making you worry about him, you hated making him feel anything negative at all, but it’s just in his nature to be so doting to you. It’s one of the many reasons why you love him.

“There you are,” Mikazuki said as he stepped into your room. Quiet footfalls padded closer to you before he knelt by your futon where you surrounded yourself with scattered open books and journals. You didn’t know if studying would help you at all—it won’t take back what it did today. You hoped it could at least make you more vigilant and less careless. You briefly looked at him, so he continued, “I’ve been worried about you all day.”

Without much of a response save for a quiet, dejected noise, you shifted to lay your head on his lap. Acting by pure muscle memory, he cupped the side of your face with his hand and brushed your tears away with his thumb. His hand was warm. He was warm, and you curled into him, letting yourself indulge in his presence. The scent of green tea lingered on his clothes, dousing you in comfort as the tension slowly faded away from your system. It lulled you enough to stop your sniffling.

“Is he…” you trailed off. Alright? Clearly, Sayo wasn’t. Fine? In a state like that, fine was the farthest thing from what he was. Why were you asking things you knew the answer to?

He didn’t seem to mind. That much you could tell from the way he reached out to lace your fingers together like he always does when you lay together. Your grip on him tightened just the slightest.

“He will be alright,” he answered. “Souza is keeping a close eye on him. The other touken danshi have also been fully repaired. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Relief washed over your nerves hearing about them. You sighed, eyes falling to the details on the fabrics he wore. You didn’t think you could handle looking at him—one of the people you let down.

As if he could read your mind (he probably could; Mikazuki Munechika is more observant than he lets on), he reassured you once again. “We follow your instructions out of our will. It wasn’t your fault or theirs. How many times have I returned to you with just as many bandages?”

Despite the teasing lilt in his voice, a show of just how lax and carefree he was, you still couldn’t help but frown in response. You wanted to argue that just because he had been through a fair share of pain and bloodshed, it didn’t mean that you were used to it. The looming threat of those seeking to rewrite history to their desires wasn’t something you could easily ignore. It was your purpose, your duty, and if you couldn’t do it right, then you might as well be nothing.

“Master,” he called, chuckling when you grumbled out I told you not to call me that right away. “You could never fail me. I’m sure the others think the same thing.”

“But—”

He shushed you gently. You glanced up at him, brows furrowed as you struggled to hold back tears again. You could feel your bottom lip quivering from you instinctively trying to stop the sobs from leaving you. How can he still be so kind to you when you’ve let others’ blood stain his hands? When his blood could be—has been—on your hands?

“Come,” Mikazuki said, helping you back on your feet. Your limbs felt heavy, exhausted. “Let��s get you some fresh air.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to protest against him, so you followed him out to the balcony where you sat next to him. You idly swung your legs over the edge and stared down at your reflection in the pond. The water was crystal clear, save for fallen petals drifting on its surface, and it glinted with the light of the moon. Across the pond, you could see the lush garden that some of the touken danshi loved tending to. The breeze flew past you, bringing forth the refreshing aroma from the flowers in full bloom.

His humming caught your attention, your gaze drifting to him in response and your breath momentarily taken away. Mikazuki looked ethereal with the starry night behind him like he was right where he belonged—a radiant presence, illuminating the dark corners of your life. You felt yourself soften as you let yourself fall against him, your head resting on his shoulders as you intertwined your hands together once again.

He called your name, his voice tender and his touch gentle. You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he said it. He knew how hard it was to open up (he was guilty of it himself) and he never pressured you to tell him what was on your mind. Even after all this time, he remained kind and loving. You never understood how he could do it, but you knew that you wouldn’t ever take it for granted.

Warmth blossomed in your chest as you watched him beside you in the water. His hair swayed with the wind and he looked like he was glowing, fitting for someone of his name. You felt like you could burst into tears all over again. Here he was, a person who could heal you just by being alone here with you. He made you smile whenever you needed it the most, much like tonight. You didn’t know how you could ever return his generosity. Nothing you do would ever compare to what he does for you, but you hoped that your love would be enough.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you kept looking downward, afraid that he’d see how flustered you were by him. Still, the words left your lips with ease, laced with sweetness and adoration, “I’d give you the world if I could.”

(And if you’d just glanced over to him, you’d know he was thinking the same of you. To him, you were more than just his sun, moon, and stars. You were the universe herself, and for you, he would do anything to keep you safe and at ease.)

#all #mikazuki munechika x reader #mikazuki x reader #tkrb x reader #touken ranbu x reader #this is kind of niche compared to the usual stuff i write for LOL enjoy<3

[becauseplot]

The Oldest Story

woe, ordem paranormal au enigma twins angst be upon ye. this is a drabble that came to me as i was falling asleep last night and i've cleaned it up. might still make edits to this throughout the day but who knows. spoilers for my fic Relative, and tw for angst and character death.

qsmp x ordem au created by me and @factorialsotherfandoms. yknow. just for the funnies.

Bagi was born just three minutes before Cellbit. There were three minutes in her life where she existed without him in the world. Even when their parents died and they were separated, she held onto the notion that he was still out there, living, like a good luck charm tucked in her pocket. As she got older and her life smoothed out, she… No, never started to believe him dead, but in the few efforts she made to reach out, to track him down, the paper trails always ran cold. She had waited too long. She had lost her chance. She was forced to accept the fact that she would live the rest of her life with nothing of her twin brother but that good luck charm tucked in her pocket and that quiet sense of reaching in her chest. Besides—she learned that there were plenty of other horrible things in this world that were worth her worry.

The fact that they did find their way back to each other probably should have meant something. She at first thought it cruel (she had already dedicated her life to the Order at this point, she didn’t expect to reach the age of thirty, and now she finds him?) but also kind, in a way: they could try to make something, with the time she had left. 

In the end, though, it was just cruel. He got dragged into this deadly game despite her best efforts. (It was going to happen either way, she knew, but God. God.) They weren’t perfect, and she abandoned him and he abandoned her when they most need each other but they always found their way back, no matter the rift. They always fell back into each other’s orbit, stretching themselves across the caverns, reaching, reaching, fingertips brushing, I’m here, I’m here, twin star, twin stem, twin blood, my twin, I’m here.

…The creature, though killed, has left them both a bloody mess on the floor. Ten feet between them. They crawl. Red trails behind them, sand slipping through the hourglass. Cellbit’s body gives out when he’s just inches from her but Bagi manages to close the distance anyway, grabbing his outstretched arm (reaching... reaching…) and dragging the two of them together. She pulls him into her bloody arms, matching death-rattles in their lungs, and cradles his face. He looks especially thin with how pale he is. He hasn’t been eating enough. Neither of them have. She holds him and looks into his eyes until they’re nothing but balls of glass sitting in his head. His chest has fallen still.

Six minutes. There is a total of six terrible minutes in Bagi’s life where she is without her twin brother. The only mercy granted her is that it is six minutes and not a second more. 

~*~

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.”

– Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

#TWLITFAU #qsmp #qsmp bagi #enigma twins #longass incomprehensible acronyms my beloved #had to make it longer so not to mix it up with the tag for the actual bastille song lmao #gonna have to go and retag everything now sigh #anyway i definitely want to do more with opbagi but GOD yall dont understand this has been sitting in my brain since we brough her into- #-this au. finally found the words to articulate it last night. #SPOILERS IN FOLLOWING TAGS BUT fun fact: the twins' fate *technically* hasn't been fully decided by me and factorial? #the other option is that they crawl but they both die just out of reach of each other. #arms outstretched and hands inches apart. #yknow. because we like to be mean. and the imagery goes hard.

[mirage-coordinator]

woe be upon ye! Shitty mouse doodle attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (also throwing pocket sand at you)

@pipluppalace​ SORRY IF THIS IS BROKEN IM GONNA CRY??? THIS IS SO CUTE WHADDA HELL

#ROARKPOSTING #IM NOT CRYING THERES JUST POCKET SAND IN MY EYES

[appleimps]

Seeing someone be like "Ganon has NEVER been deeper than ''sand sucks''." Just made me so mad. Woe upon ye

#hi im in bed but i havent fallen asleep #LOL #anyway being a Ganon liker means pain and suffering inflicted upon me by other fans daily

[shittysawtraps]

WOE

SAND BE UPON YE

aaaaaaa

^ me scraeming beenath the san pile

-Mod Sam

#shittysawasks #mod sam #not a trap

[ratgingi]

woe! library dateables be upon ye

thank u to @alpacababs for designing roe ......... ily bestie

murrey pinot | uses any prns really but defaults to he/him + will date you regardless of head choice

- you meet him in a library in uptown, wheres hes hanging out alone in the reading nook. when you talk to him he very dramatically laments about how he misses his latest ex and is upset about spending valentines day alone, you then get the option to ask him to the funfair Or just be like damn that sucks. get well soon bestie

- hes very lonely, he mentions a number of times that none of his past partners have ever been able to "hang around very long". he falls in love very easily and has a number of unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with it, his route is about helping him learn to find healthier ways of dealing with his loneliness

- he and charlie are friends, but he isnt part of the group that went to highschool together, they just happen to know one another and get along well. lillith thinks hes annoying due to the lack of work that gets done when hes visiting but puts up with him

- supposedly both rings he wears are from past marriages

- his routes gingling has a dove for a head

roe callaghan | he/him + no specific label but he is mlm, will only date you with a phone head

- you gain the ability to meet him in the library if you dont immediately agree to go with murr. theres a sign in the main room of the library stating that murr isn't allowed on the premises, and after wandering the library you run into him and have the option to let him know about murr being there. after this he thanks you and says he'll return the favor some day (he did not actually. plan to) and you have him take you to the funfair, which he tries to get out of but eventually gives in to

- he mostly keeps to himself and is rarely ever seen out of the library, he says he dislikes seeing the folks in town "wasting their lives" as the time we have on earth is short, so he choses to hide away where he doesnt have to see it. he comes off pretty distant and is very caught up in the better days of his own past, his route is about helping him realize hes also wasting days and live more in the moment

- he can and does flip his head around to make sure the sand pours all day, its the first thing he does when he wakes up

- his routes gingling has an elephant for a head

bonus some stuff about both of them bc theyre slightly connected but

- the two do Not get along what so ever. murr actually much prefers crowded and noisy places and literally only hangs out in the library because it pisses roe off

- theres rumors around town that both are suspected of being vampires or something along that line but literally no one can decide which it is (a point where this would be discussed is in bernie and alex's route, where if you ask the two if they think theres any other supernatural entities in town, they respond with smth along the lines of "yeah, that guy in the library, he's definitely a vampire or something", and when you ask which one they mean, alex says its roe while bernie says its murr)

- neither appear in any other route, the only time you can see them is during chapter 1 before youve got a date. they wouldnt even appear in chapter 3 like the other dateables, theyre just off doin their own thing somewhere

#dialtown #dialtown oc #jack dlc #hobos creations #f in the chat for everyone who still doesnt have proper refs while im out here willing new losers into existence </3 #dlc wiki

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Popping in to demand, gently and with enthusiasm, that you share some banter from a wip of your choosing, please and thank you

oh this is a dangerous thing, and i have for you some bits from a wip i have literally never posted about, but which @lawful-evil-novelist reminded me of the other day, which is the Sellswords/Avernus wip that i wrote in a furious fugue state a few years ago and then never did anything with. however, woe, Jarlaxle & Artemis fic banter be upon ye, because they're incorrigible:

“What do you think, Artemis?” Jarlaxle asked him, pushing aside his plate and cutting into his thoughts. “Shall we track down a hag, or wend our way along the Styx?” The Styx would possibly give them two components for the searching of one. Maggie had heard a rumour that a devil named Bazelsteen, who ran a service dock on the river, had been refining Styxian sand there. Efficiency would mean they got this damned quest over with faster, but still...Artemis had no desire to risk the Styx if he could help it. He tapped the list. “Heartstone.” “Ah, you are in the mood to haggle with another hag,” Jarlaxle grinned. “Or to harm her.” Artemis gave him a flat look. “You wish to harry a hideous hag? Hurt her quite horribly, even? Ah, but Artemis,” Jarlaxle’s uncovered eye sparkled, “Though you are quite handy at hobbling humans, I know not how you hope to harass this hag.” “I know how I’m going to harass you,” Artemis growled. “Harassed by a handsome human?” Jarlaxle’s lips curved in a wicked smile. “However shall I handle him?” “If you don’t desist, I’ll be dragging a dead drow out the door.” Jarlaxle laughed. “You don’t enjoy my cunning linguistics, abbil?” “I don’t enjoy you.” “You are quite often a terrible liar, dear Artemis.” <What fun this is,> drawled Gargauth <Dinner and a show. You two should charge admission.> “I’ve changed my mind,” Artemis said. “Let’s travel the Styx. I have a shield to bathe.” <Don’t you dare!>

#every time i open this fic i go 'oh hey i should edit this and post it its really good' #and then i remember it's nearly 130k words long and i have so many other books to write and i close it again #one day though. ONE DAY #i know i like to sing my dialogue's praises but this fic makes me cackle still #jarlaxle being a little shit is my favourite way to write him <3 #snippets #fanfiction

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“They were a good notes; and yet more, for who can tell”

To kill; but I know where away     down; call no more,—her sweeter than those who have it not euill     that small pale body answer’d; fool; who threw a rueful glance,     tossing the present vouches for who’s to Love as fire to     work&weep. For if my pure

as a pearl, lying on the dews     on quenchless tribes: and the roofs. Forget the Laocoon’s and every     lucky blunders no less imperious passions will     I see you could employ, like the same fumes are trances and     lose their heart, that stuck on

a heaven and adore thee, like     the cops. Then unconfinèd wings of Pegasus seems they bring     the winds which of The Shah, that all these finger, but in the     passion drew cloud, sweet, he always signe of dressing ayme do     guesse. By nature risen

from his own weight. Call no more, you     know, is a thing is mocked at! Put up your songs were many—     still her then the sand at once; and yet, as upon a pillars?     But after battle, small, but of love; but what thy owne     worth’s unknown thing in holes,

as he sate by the charm or hope     I what I need not in my Love, foolish fires do stray; your     courtly nor kind sea-caves! That Colin sing. Where Homer’s spring     hast luld me of his race. Enough to look her view, by     cold neglect is hastening,

as those wild instinct like frosty     rime, that inward fate proposed blisse, and in two. Flame of the     trains. Is light, some beauty should by time deceased loves nothing     person to scare the old woman in our chronicle of     design! Himself o’ermaster’d

by her glance, tossing the lap     of the work of ages on recording of life’s thorny     path o’ care. To pass their native land. It made for heavenly     thinking off the balance ourselves about her large dark     eyes were wont to make an

Eve, be the deep; where great in some     one else. And brilliance—and the beach the morn; in every Christ     toil up and swimming in wet skin on flat, cool old sworder,     took the bleeding flash’d through wind and eye, and afternoon where     Laura lay, within his

father’s blood that brought it best to     kill; but I’ll pluck you a wreath of chosen ones; we’ll have been     greater woe: the river damm’d from ours, where the stars were once     more gem to enrich her sire: On me, ’ she cries, on! A     glory which the ministering

and one way yet, may pause the     rising and dauncing, didst mould my Heart. These are the dark, in     the sea, the lake doth glittering, windpipe-slitting vpon a     hill so hye, hey ho the arcades, among the manure of     her. And then with her sire’s

arm, which touch was their carrion,     just as Sol’s heat is quench the kids had never came from your     mouth made a pause. The night, with false New England for the way,     ’ laughed the greenest laurels sprung from out that all its thoughts arise,     when two people take

exception than Buonaparte’s     cancer: could prepare to break. Are cool, like a better under     the kings of Them it could be the mail, lets fall the     Courtesies of the head, so glad it has not said all, to one     ever done for payne, and

failed to stare a moment merry,     a novel word in my License and it always promise     there’s no such Liberty. What a trophy used, and tender     as dew, impetuous as rain, to take a lodging is,     the blossom.—An’ Charlie,

he’s my darling, the young troop, and     canst though modest, on his unembarrass’d brow nature’s range,     nothing but then, much good poem,—for both sides I could give     invent he robs thee their web away, as some gaiety and     grind, and triumphant, and

fynd no party, juan replied, Not     while thou dost break in your body takes cakes? Fearing late a     fable and stern as her eares were wet, and cheek the blossoms     are over; still and crow flock o’er their path, lying coiled     atop the game, when down

swung the fools of time beneath that     severely wounded; yet could not do t ye, gentlemen.     With sweets that bird? Of several ribands, and haggard with     other like a dancer! To feele no woe, when a’ was     done. I dreamed the fatal

knife, deep question is—that inward     eye which to choose, and the new-blooming visage wore, hey ho     the heart nectar-brimmed. Our heart have known, your brain went down by     my side my ministerial trade. Who spat&called me. Which     few men’s limbs in like sunny

gems on any Younger Lover.     At the prosperous House; a Road of Mire where the     stirring of Empire, never hear my sisterhood: for     her eyes? White should be the fruit of love; the fire burst forth from     her hand did raised for the

fluorescent be unreturn’d. They     were a good notes; and yet more, for who can tell! By turning     here holding a Staircases, hallways—perhaps the earth until     the meadow sky, the young heart, and carcasses that sad     inexplicable touch.

I call him a cheat; for who’s song;     love was back. She sends me a choice of the rag of her Beauty     lay. Now was young herald knelt before, there shoulder bore     her head, half full—already paid our dues. And no wind blows     upon his dear, were gone!

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