severity stone

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The Björketorp Runestone & Curse

The Björketorp Runestone is one of many standing stones (menhir) located in Bleking, Sweden and is one of the world’s tallest runestones, measuring 13.7 feet (4.2 m) high. It is part of a stone circle with two other blank standing stones, with several other solitary stones in the surrounding regions. Most scholars date the runestone’s inscription to the 7th century AD. It’s carved with a type of runes that form an intermediate version between the Elder Futhark and the Younger Futhark. The runestone is inscribed on both sides, the shorter message appears to say “I foresee perdition” or “prediction of perdition” and the longer side’s inscription (pictured) translates as:

“I, master of the runes(?) conceal here runes of power. Incessantly (plagued by) maleficence, (doomed to) insidious death (is) he who breaks this (monument). I prophesy destruction / prophecy of destruction.”

Local lore says that the curse came true at one point. Long ago, a man wanted to move the runestone so that he could have more room to farm, so he piled wood around it to attempt to heat the stone and then crack it with water. The weather was calm with no wind at the time, but as soon as he lit the fire a sudden gust came and lit the man’s hair aflame. He dropped to the ground to put it out but his clothes caught fire and the poor man died in agony. The flame around the runestone, however, was miraculously extinguished, as if someone had smothered the fire.

voltron season 3 episode predictions
  • shiro falls out of the ceiling tiles and into allura’s arms, along with 15 armed rebels and a couple of vegetables from earth. the entire episode is just him screaming, allura screaming, the paladins screaming, and the black lion kicking them all out. they never really figure out how exactly shiro got into the ceiling tiles but shiro says it has something to do with the vegtables.
  • the reunion episode between matt holt and shiro is just a complicationed dance routine with sam and pidge looking on in a mixture of shame and contempt. it has been months since they last saw each other. how do they know this. the entire dance is just the whole episode.
  • lotor is just a tiny alien in a huge mech suit, and once the paladins figure that out they put him in a glass jar and now hes a decortive item in the castle. the joke is that youre supposed to move it every time you see him to freak out someone. this ends badly as keith once woke up with it shoved down his shirt, and all of lance’s creams got replaced by several bad duplications of the jar. pidge is a master at this game as they can crawl through vents and place the jar of screaming prince lotor anywhere undetetced. 
  • shiro’s makeup bag gets replaced by alien substances and winds up geting posioned because he used some crushed berries as eyeliner, and the episode is him runnin though the castle, arm activated and destroying a couple of walls looking for his damned eyeliner. allura helps.
  • hunk and pidge are working on shiros arm (which needed maintenance or something) and they discover it can be turned into any body part. they accidently turn it into a foot and cant change it back so its just shiro walking around the castle like normal only its a foot.
  • the cow, which had wandered off on its own in the castle, gets an entire episode thats just from the cow’s point of view. it raids the kitchen at night and loves the food goo. it crawls though the vents and often scares the heck out of pidge. it has a collection of stuff it stole, like several of keiths knifes, lances moisturizer, a rolling stones album, several pens and socks, an entire altean ballgown, and coran’s ponytail bands. prince lotor in a jar eventually winds up in it but no one cares.
  • lance does DOFA deez nuts on allura at least once. the episode consists of pidge and lance memeing the other paladins. 
  • at one point someone adopts an alien cat. it hates hunk but loves keith. keith hates it and hunk loves it.
  • “every time you kill zarkon, theres a tinier zarkon that you can kill eaiser behind it. after you kill the last one, you become a god.” “lance put the redbull coffee down and put your shirt back on before i throw you into the pool.”
  • hunk swears, and everyone just stares. they suspect that hes a galra in disguise and try to anbush him while hes making cookies.
  • the paladins get into another time loop only when they get out of it, shiro and matt are 10 year olds, hunk lance and keith are maybe 4, and pidge is an infant. the episode is just allura, coran, and samuel holt just taking care of the children with their giant robot cats that also seemed to revert to kittens. lotor in a jar makes an appearence but its just him screaming for a couple minutes.

anonymous asked:

climb! you know how warrior only has had one female true villain and her motivation was of course the loss of kits? and also a lot of the male villains have had similar motivations. do you have any ideas for new villains?

- a villain who’s mate was killed in battle and swears to avenge them 

- a villain who believes they are doing starclan’s will 

- a villain who believes they are the hero because of a false prophecy 

- a villain who wants to purge the clans of all “non-pure” clan lines

- a villain who was half/non-clan and believes that the clans are elitist in who they determine can join their clan or not 

- a villain who believes that they can save the clans from their “primitive” ways 

- a villain who believes that the leader/deputy system is anachronistic and thinks that every cat should be able to do as they please

- a villain who wants to bring honor to their family/clan 

- a villain who wants to be remembered and is willing to commit atrocities to gain eternal fame

- a villain who manages to destroy the moonpool/stone and sever the clans connection to starclan 

- a villain who sought protection/help from the clans but was turned away and now is seeking revenge 

- a villain who believes that their ideas are better than everyones and that they alone are destined to rule 

- a cat who wants to disprove a prophecy about them but in doing so becomes the villain/fulfills the prophecy 

- a villain who wants to purge the clans of their “sins” and start over in a new “pure” world 

- a villain who is detached from life/feelings and kills so that they can get a rush 

OK KO! Episodes 17-20

Know Your Mom

It was time for another good Carol episode! This one came together for us very quickly, and ended up being a very simple and sweet story about KO and Carol’s relationship. It was originally written with Rad and Enid as KO’s sounding boards, but we thought it would be fun to bring in Brandon and A Real Magic Skeleton for a little change of pace. I love the way Ryann and Parker expanded their appearance into a funny running gag that ended up helping to further cement their personalities moving forward.

In the outline we handed out, the Kactus Krew were not given a lot of specifics. We had figured they would have an old school mob/organized crime type theme (but cactus). When we saw the first pitch with Succulentus portrayed as a nu-metal character, I was shocked. I remember being literally on the floor laughing,  a visceral physical reaction to how unexpected this take on the episode was. It was another situation where I was so unsure- can we do this? It is too insane? Is it “on-show”? All we knew for sure is that we all laughed, so we decided to go with our gut reaction and support it 100%.

Jonathan Davis coming in to do the voice was another amazing development. He was the nicest guy in the world, and such a pleasure to work with! This especially felt great after my parents wouldn’t let me see KoRn in concert when I was in 7th grade. Take that, mom and dad! 


We’re Captured

We aren’t the first show to do a play on the sitcom “double-booking” trope with a villain, but we knew it would be super funny with our heroes and Lord Boxman. This was an incredibly enjoyable episode to write the story for. I remember hanging out in the writer’s room with Ian, Dave and Erin just cracking ourselves up with how silly the episode starts and it just continues to escalate in ridiculousness from there. This was around the time we were first conceiving of TKO, so it was a helpful reminder that the show was in no way backing down from comedy.

The concept for this story was shared with the board artists after the premise stage (I think in a big writing meeting, but it could have just been during lunch or something), and Ryann immediately took an interest in Professor Venomous. She then shared with us some early design concepts and ideas for Venomous (and his minion, who we’d later call Fink), and we were able to integrate them into the final outline. As with Know Your Mom, we knew the role Venomous was going to take in this episode and the series as a whole, but he was really given life thanks to the strong and specific POV of the board artists working on the episode.

This was also a great early display of Boxman’s family dynamic with the robots. Darrell and Shannon weren’t even originally in this story, but Ryann and Parker REALLY wanted to include them. Parker pitched us the “daddy? may I wear my costume?” scene, which is something he observed in his real life. We were unsure, but we were willing to give him a chance to sell it in their pitch. I’m definitely glad we did!

One final thing to mention about We’re Captured is that our heroes lose in this episode. Isn’t that fun? 

Ryann Shannon on We’re Captured

Face Your Fears

Face Your Fears was conceived as a crucial stepping stone toward several key mid-season episodes, but it actually ended up being produced after TKO because we needed Dave and Haewon to tackle Legends of Mr. Gar first. This was the luxury of knowing that OK KO! would premiere with a month of episodes. We were working so far ahead that we could produce some episodes out of order and then make sure they aired IN order. (More on this in a future post…)

Anyway, this episode provides a ton of important character development that ties to our big “mid-season finale” episodes, Plaza Prom and TKO. Gar manages to speak a sentence to Carol, which he repeats in Plaza Prom, and we get another hint of some darkness within KO. Among many other things! The concept of hopping through a bunch of character’s linked fears in order of their plug-in connection is pretty complicated, but the board artists did an excellent job making it feel exciting and cool. Dave and Haewon were very excited to tackle something with this level of depth, and it shows in every scene. Figuring out how much to reveal in this episode was a challenge, and I’m very happy with the final result.

Special regards to our design team for their work on this episode. All the different fearscapes are so distinct and so gorgeous. I was stunned when I started seeing these designs come in. In my opinion, this was the most impressively designed episode so far! Of course, since this episode they’ve continued to top themselves many times over. :) 

Dave Alegre on Face Your Fears

Everybody Likes Rad?

I’ve alluded to this before, but we took extra care to make sure that all the episodes  leading up to TKO were very balanced in terms of subject matter. We mapped out the whole half-season in advance, with many episodes simply listed as “ENID 1”,  "CAROL 2" or “PLAZA EVENT” before we knew exactly what the stories were. We knew that Enid and Rad would have an equal number of episodes, and Everybody Likes Rad is “Rad 3”. Much like “Enid 3” (You Have to Care), this is one of the first times we allowed an episode to spend some real time without KO as a main focus.

This episode is a combination of two ideas. The first half comes from a pitch by Erin, and the second half derives from a concept Ian and I were sitting on from the previous summer. Neither “Rad’s Viral Video” nor “Rad Goes Hollywood” felt like they could sustain a whole episode, but we realized there was a story to be told about how one could lead to the other. It worked!

We ended up with something I’m really proud of. Geneva and Mira did a fantastic job making a hilarious episode that deals with sophisticated themes in a nuanced way. At every stage I was impressed at how far we were able to push this episode into unexpected tonal territory while still being 100% “the show”. I especially love the melancholy-but-warm final scenes, which have caused “volcanoing” to be a term I commonly use in conversation.

Geneva Hodgson on Everybody Likes Rad?

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The Greece Runestones of Sweden

The Greece Runestones are about 30 runestones containing information related to voyages made by Norsemen to the Byzantine Empire. They were made during the Viking Age until about 1100  and were engraved in the Old Norse language with Scandinavian runes. All the stones have been found in modern-day Sweden and most of them were inscribed in memory of members of the Varangian Guard who did not make it home.

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Breeding Project part 1

The large beast had a hunger in his eyes as he approached. The trees and rocks encompassing his breeding pen.

The scientists had mutated the lizards DNA to be compatible with a humans. Mating was to be tested on you, you would carry the next off spring.

You had been thrown in here with nothing to cover your flesh from the beast. You could clearly see his monstrous penis stiff and ready. You back into a rock formation trying to get away, crawling up on top to maybe be out of reach. It simply hopped up with you and pushed you down before you could react.

He plunged his dick into you, the wide girth splitting you open without much effort. Only half way it was already at your cervix and preparing to go deeper.

The rough thrusts in began, clinging to his scales for dear life as your body rocked up and down like you were no more then a fleshlight. His massive dick making your stomach bulge with each forward movement, feeling the head breach your cervix.

The beast roaring as his massive dick begins swelling and knotting inside you. A long natural function to ensure impregnation of the female, unfortunately, it was meant for a much larger beings.

His hot sperm feels like a hose going off inside, the sheer volume cause your stomach to distend slightly. The creature snorts loudly licking you as you both come down from the high, your innards sore from the rough mating session.

You slid off his dick, spurting cum along the the ground as you sat up running hands over your full belly, It made sloshing noises as you moved. It was only slightly distend making look like you eaten a filling 4 course meal.

Inside the think cum slid down your tube and monstrous sperm swam shoving itself into your eggs. No single birth here along with being live. You would know right away if it had taken or even how many you would birth. Time would tell..and you weren’t going to be so lucky as to lay eggs.

Months go by and your belly stretches to accommodate your children he had fucked into you. Occasionally a foot or muzzle would press to the surface, further testing confirmed they were to be live birthed…and you heard the doctors correct ‘they’.

Weeks later you looked laden with quads or more, your skin tight over the scaly fetuses. Moving was impossible at this stage, they fed and washed you as you stayed in the males pen the whole duration of your pregnancy. He was your mate now until he rejected you or one his offspring killed him.

You did take the males girth again while heavy with child, your sex drive was extremely high once you were expecting. Laying on a flat rock as he fucked you again and again make you scream and moan while your children kicked away and shifted from the disturbance.

Soon enough you awoke one morning to your gut rumbling, the skin visibly tightening with a strong contraction. You feel your children shift as a large amount of water rush from between your legs. It was beginning…

You scoot along the ground as much as you can to lay among the trees and fresh leaves. Easy to deliver they while lay then sitting because of the sheer size.

You spread your legs wide feel the first baby drop into your birth canal. It feel like giving birth to a snake, the body long a scaled but wide, splitting you as it pokes barely at your abused vagina.

At this point you’re screaming, these things are much larger then your body is meant to handle, and child birth is already painful. The snout of the first begins to come as you push down, your hands shaking as you press against your belly.

“OH GOD GET IT OUT!” your cries draw him out from the trees, his leans down sniffing at you and your partly born child. Seeming interested but you soon realize why, his dick was out of his body, he was turned on by this.

“STAY AWAY YOU MONSTER. YOU DID THIS TO ME” you scream again as another child shoves against the first. They are beginning to stack since you have not birthed the fist yet.

As you cry out in agony the snout of the first breaches your fleshy lips the head crowning then your body clamps around the neck. Panting heavily you renew your efforts, the shoulders go easily but you feel the baby stop mid what down the torso. They have the large bipedal build like that father making the hips and legs wide.

You struggle and cry as you attempt to push out your offspring, feeling another slide in behind it. Your stomach has not shrunk much meaning there are more then 2 or 3 within you. After 5 minutes of struggle you finally get the first out, no time to rest as the second presses right out of you tail first.

“SHIT SHIT GET IT OUTTTT” no one will help, you hear a wailing cry of an animal. The first babe has woken and is crying between your legs, you scream as you keep pushing to get to the second out on top of its sibling. Your husband is licking the birth fluids off the two infants, keeping them busy while you birth the rest of his children.

You have a moments rest before you feel the next child slip from your womb ready to be birthed. This one feels wider oh god why, it broad head slides down your innards where you can feel the nose barely poking out of you. The urge to push renewed as you bare down with all your strength.

The head slides further down and you know why it feels wider, there are horns or a crest on this one. Making it wider and harder to expel from your body, you hope the other aren’t as bad.

Forcefully pushing your own hips as wide as possible you manage to birth the 3rd baby. Now you feel the last one easily slide down, the head meeting little resistance as it crowns. You lean forward using one arm to pull this one from you, using a sharp stone you sever the cords and wait for the after birth to drop from you.

Your belly flatter but still distended from the previous size stretch. The babies are quickly up walking and wandering the enclosure that is to be their new home.

As the placenta drops from your body you are finally able to lay back and pass out from your ordeal.

END PART 1

Apologies if it’s not well written, just late night fetish fuel I type on my phone.

Hades!Harry pt. 1

  A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!


    Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.  

   They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died. 

  “Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss” 

    Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers. She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.

   The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down. 

 'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.

   Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament. They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.

   The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming. He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason. 

 Numerous hours later

 The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human.  The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart. 

  She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her. It was like nothing she’d ever seen.

 Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.

  Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.

  They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead. 

There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.

A bedroom?

They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room. 

“So glad you could make it”

She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.

“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him. 

“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth. 

“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.

She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well. 

“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice. 

“I wasn’t going to say any-”

“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.

“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she  had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.

“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.

“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared. 

A while ago I asked for help choosing between two different Triforce design options. Here is the winner! This one received over 2/3 of the vote, but what actually solidified my decision was the comments some of you left explaining your choice.

People in both sides argued that their preferred design “fit” better, but this one was called more “elegant, sleek, and elven”. A few people made comparisons to visual similarities to the guardian spirits/spiritual stones. Several others pointed out that the arrows guide the eye toward the rest of the panel – I didn’t even realize at the time that there were other arrows nearby in the applique design.

I’m a pretty introverted person and I spend most of my time working alone in my workshop, which is how I like it. But sometimes I miss working alongside other artists and bouncing ideas off of each other. Thank you all for the thoughtful feedback – I’m positive we made the right choice!

anonymous asked:

8 and 83 with Prinxiety

8. You’re so f*cking hot when you’re mad.
83. You’re just leaving me here? At least have the decency to finish me off with a stick.

Believe it or not, I was hoping somebody would give me #8. I’ve got ideas, and prinxiety fits perfectly into them. That other one is really random though. And again, I don’t cuss and neither does Thomas so forgive me for using substitute words.

Roman ran through the fairy tale forest as fast as he could. He felt fire catch on the trees behind him because the heat was so intense.

Today’s daydream wasn’t exactly going according to plan.

“GIVE IT BACK” a voice boomed across the landscape.

“Never! You will have to defeat me first!” Roman yelled behind him.

Though, this was pretty fun. Maybe he should trick the emo jerk into playing with him more often.

Roman ran into a huge stone wall. A fortress? When did that get there? Was Anxiety adding to his landscape? That fiend. He had just gotten it the way he liked it.

He stood his ground with his back to the fortress and his katana in hand. A fire burned to form wall in front of him, barring his escape. Anxiety emerged from the fiery wall not wearing his hoodie. The snow on the ground melted around him. He pointed to the black hoodie tucked into the prince’s belt.

“Give it back, Roman,” Anxiety said. “Or at least let me make a new one. Or do you want me to ruin you day?”

Roman smiled mischievously. “You’re so amazingly hot when you’re mad,” He said.

Just as he predicted, Anxiety’s flame grew hotter. Roman laughed dramatically. “Wasn’t I supposed to be the fire elemental, you witch?”

“Oh, so you want a witch do you?” Anxiety said. “Be careful what you wish for, your stupidness,”

“Alright, that is your worst insult yet. I can stand being burned, but if you are not going to put half an effort into your insults then… What are you doing?”

Anxiety moved his arms, and the fire turned black. It twisted and turned and warped until it formed itself into a tornado around the prince, trapping him. Then it forced him further and further back until the tornado of black magic collapsed the stone wall behind him, pinning him under several feet of stone bricks.

Anxiety began walking away. Roman didn’t know what to say here, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You’re leaving me here? At least have the decency to finish me off with a stick!”

Anxiety broke a stick off a nearby tree and pointed it at Roman in a very Harry Potter type fashion. The hoodie flew out of Roman’s belt and Anxiety caught it and put it back on.

“Daydream over, Princey,” Anxiety said. “And don’t let me catch you barring me from doing things again,”

St. Teresa of Avila getting mad at God:

“On one particularly grueling trip, Teresa and her nuns were attempting to cross a raging river with their donkey cart when a cable broke and washed away their supplies. Exasperated, Teresa withdrew to meditate under a tree. There, she heard the voice of God reassuring her that this hardship was a sign of his loving friendship. ‘Well, no wonder you have so few friends, then!’ Teresa grumbled in reply”

“Sometimes she entered into trancelike states that paralyzed her for hours, and she seemed to stop breathing. When these things happened in public, Teresa found them terribly embarrassing. Legend tells it that as Teresa was in the choir singing among her sisters one day, she began to levitate. When the other nuns started to whisper and point, Teresa lowered her gaze and realized that she had risen several inches off the stone floor. ‘Put me down!’ she demanded of God. And he did”

(From Mirabai Starr’s introduction to “The Interior Castle”)

What went down in Pixelator
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: okay class time for career day at the mayor's hotel
  • André: here's a list of all the jobs we're gonna have you do
  • Alya: sounds like you're trying to exploit middle schoolers for free labor
  • André: so Chloé let's transfer Alya to somewhere where she can't raise a fuss
  • Chloé: ok she can be on trash compactor inspection duty
  • André: say, didn't you forget to feed the trash krakken yesterday?
  • Chloé: exactly
  • Alya: yeah imma get outta here
  • Jagged Stone: HEY GUYS
  • André: hey Jagged!
  • Jagged Stone: what
  • Jagged Stone: how do you know who I am
  • André: well you've been around for a while now
  • André: you helped my daughter in her class representative campaign
  • Jagged Stone: no this is my grand entrance
  • Jagged Stone: now give me a room and have one of your free labor students get me a pair of funky glasses
  • Marinette: you mean the glasses you already had last week
  • Jagged Stone: stop it this is my grand entrance
  • Chloé: we even judged a stupid soup contest together
  • Jagged Stone: you guys are mean
  • Vincent: AND SO AM I
  • Penny: yeah time for you to cam-scray
  • Vincent: in retrospect it would have been sneakiness if I hadn't shouted
  • Vincent: *gets akumatized*
  • Jagged Stone: anyway gimme those glasses
  • Marinette: ok pay me and gimme two weeks
  • Jagged Stone: oh f**k not this s**t again
  • Marinette: HA I GOT YOU
  • Marinette: YOU SAID AGAIN
  • Marinette: so I WAS RIGHT and you're a LIAR
  • Marinette: do you know what I do to liars
  • Lila: yeah it's not pretty
  • Marinette: shut up Lila you're not in this episode
  • Pixelator: HEY GUYS
  • ...okay, let's get serious for a moment. In light of recent events in Paris, I don't feel like it would be in good taste to summarize the rest of this episode. I don't blame the showrunners for the connotations this episode now has after the Champs-Élysées shooting, but I don't feel like I can properly separate the episode from that context, so I don't really have any jokes to make about the Pixelator fight. So I'm just going to skip to the end.
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Chloé: anyway Adrien this is why you and I should do the smoochy thing
  • Adrien: somebody help pls
  • Alya: *bursts in riding the trash krakken*
  • Alya: HAVE NO FEAR, I AM HERE
  • Alya: I HAVE TAMED THE TRASH KRAKKEN
  • Alya: CHLOÉ, CEASE YOUR CREEPY ATTEMPTS AT COURTSHIP THIS INSTANT
  • Chloé: yeah can do
  • Alya: JAGGED STONE, PAY MARINETTE AND GIVE HER TWO WEEKS
  • Jagged Stone: ok fine :(
  • Alya: ANDRÉ, STOP DEMANDING FREE LABOR FROM STUDENTS AND GIVE EVERYBODY FREE CONCERT TICKETS IN RETURN FOR THEIR HARD WORK
  • André: you make a p good argument
  • Alya: I CAN NOW RESOLVE ALL PLOT THREADS
  • Alya: I FEEL SO ALIVE
  • ROLL CREDITS
An Honest Mistake

This is probably one of my favorite prompt ideas I’ve ever gotten honestly. @mikimiska113 , I love this so much!

Takes place on Dragonstone. More alcohol involved lol 

Jon hadn’t known what to expect when Tyrion had invited him to his solar late at night for a ‘serious discussion’ but it hadn’t been a drinking game with him and Grey Worm. 

He poured himself another glass, knowing even as he topped it off that he should stop now before he did something he would regret later. But he also knew that he wouldn’t; it was nice, in a way, to just be able to talk freely about nothing of consequence with a couple of friends (at least, he hoped Grey Worm was a friend; it was hard to tell sometimes with the Unsullied commander) without worrying about what would happen on the morrow. 

“The last time you lay with someone,” Tyrion said, looking at both of them with eyes that were barely bloodshot, even though he’d drank more wine than both of the others combined. “Lord Snow, you’re first.”

He toyed with the rim of his glass, not looking at either of them. “Several years,” he muttered as he took another long sip. 

Tyrion almost spat out his wine. “Several years? I would have supposed the first thing you did once you left the Night’s Watch would be to find a woman to lie with.” Jon noticed he didn’t say anything about how Jon had broken his vows; doubtless he’d already guessed. The Lannister had always seemed to know things without anyone telling him. 

“Didn’t find the right woman. I’m still looking.”

“If you wanted to, there are brothels near the harbor-”

He shrugged. “Whores have never been my type.” Not after his own mother had likely been one; he wouldn’t condemn an innocent child to his fate. 

“Well, you have more restraint than I do.” Tyrion turned to Grey Worm, who took another sip from his glass. “And what about you, Grey Worm? I’m sure there are other ways you can find pleasure, even without your…parts.”

 The soldier nodded, stone faced. “Several days ago.”

This time Tyrion really did spit out his wine. “Did you really? I was expecting it would take at least another month. Was it Missandei?”

Grey Worm nodded again, still expressionless. 

“Well, that’s excellent. Congratulations. As for myself…I have to confess, I haven’t lay with anyone since right before I left Meereen. Being the Hand to the Queen is quite time consuming and I haven’t had the time or interest to explore the harbor.” He spoke casually and drank more wine; Jon wondered just how much he was used to drinking, because he was already starting to feel sick. 

“She’s quite a woman,” Jon replied. He couldn’t imagine having that job the Dragon Queen was fiercely passionate about the causes she cared about, but also fiery and impulsive. She may not have been her father, but many of her Targaryen traits were readily apparent. 

“That she is. Her heart is in the right place…she just isn’t always certain how to go about accomplishing her goals. Very like someone else I know.”

Jon reddened. “She’s quite determined.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she’d been anything less. Certainly not to the place she is now. Grey Worm, what do you think we should do about Cersei Lannister?”

“I am not strong at diplomacy, only at battle. We could overrun the city easily, within a day…but the Queen will not, because she does not wish to hurt innocents. But we are running out of choices; the longer we allow the Mad Queen to rally her forces the more likely that she will attack in a way that we will have trouble repelling.” 

“You’re a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Grey Worm didn’t answer. “What would you do, Jon Snow, if you were in our position?”

Jon shrugged. “I have no place-”

“Hypothetically. The Queen seems to value your counsel; you stopped her from burning the Red Keep to the ground.” 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, what any of us do, if we don’t confront the threat to the North.”

“I don’t know much about the White Walkers, but I’m beginning to think that you bring them up whenever you don’t want to talk about something.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

Tyrion smirked, refilling his glass and Jon’s without being asked. “You’re not as clever as you believe you are, Lord Snow. Not so good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe I’m just used to seeing people in love-God knows my siblings were always giving each other eyes, even when we were growing up. I know what a man looks like when he’s undressing a woman with his eyes.” 

Jon felt the back of his neck redden. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“He did, didn’t he Grey Worm?”

Jon silently pleaded with Grey Worm, hoping he could find an ally, but the soldier only looked slightly more interested. “He watches the Queen whenever he believes she’s not looking.”

“That’s not true-” Jon protested. 

“Grey Worm is a skilled soldier of the most highly disciplined army in the known world. Forgive me if I believe him more than I believe you. New round: we’ll ask you a question and you give us an answer. If we think you’re lying, you have to take another drink.”

He already knew he’d feel ill in the morning. “I shouldn’t-”

“A drink or two won’t hurt you. Trust me. I would know.” 

Jon sighed, already knowing the night wouldn’t end any other way. “Fine. But just a couple of questions.”

“Do you love our queen?”

“No.”

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Take a drink.” Grey Worm looked amused as he nodded, and his eyes almost looked like they were laughing as Jon took another drink. “Do you want to kiss her?”

“No.”

“Take a drink. You’re a terrible liar-which is the only reason why I even believe in these White Walkers you’re so dead set on.” 

He could feel the alcohol taking effect and briefly Jon wondered whether this had been Tyrion’s intention all along, to ascertain to how deep his feelings for Dany went. “She’s…not what I expected.”

“If it’s any comfort, she loves you too. She’s never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. It would be sweet perhaps, if it weren’t so inconvenient.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. In a few days I’ll be gone and she’ll never have to deal with me again.”

“Do you really think she wants that?” Tyrion refilled his glass, opening another bottle of wine. “I’ve been thinking about this and…I may have found a solution.”

This should be good. “And what kind of solution were you thinking of?”

“A marriage.” 

It was Jon’s turn to choke on his drink. “What?” 

“It makes perfect sense; you’ll both have to marry at some point, and if I know my history correctly the Starks don’t have the same propensity for marrying siblings that the Targaryens do. You’ll both keep your crowns and combine your forces.”

For just a second he allowed himself to entertain the idea. “I don’t-”

Tyrion shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion. But it may give you what you’re looking for-and a little more besides.” 

“That’s not a decision I can make now, without consulting my advisors.”

“Will you have the time to talk to them?”

He took another drink. Using my own words against me? Clever. He forced himself to stand, even as the ceiling swung in ever widening circles around him. “This has been a lovely evening, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I have to go.” 

“Are you sure? I still have another bottle-”

To Jon’s surprise, Grey Worm stood up as well-and if he was drunk, he didn’t show it. “I should go as well. Thank you, Lord Tyrion.”

Jon managed to leave the room without staggering too much-but once the door had safely closed behind them his legs almost gave out from under him and he found himself gripping Grey Worm’s shoulder until he caught his balance. 

The Unsullied looked more surprised than upset. “Are you sure you’re all right, Lord Snow?”

“For the moment.” He knew he wouldn’t be in the morning, but that was still a long time away. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Grey Worm nodded to him once and walked away, his posture meticulously straight. 

Jon got lost on the way to his chambers and found himself in a part of the castle he didn’t recognize at all. He didn’t realize how late it was; the corridors were deserted and all of the servants had gone home for the night, so there was no one that he could have asked for help even if he’d wanted to. 

Thankfully, that also meant there was no one around to see him trying not to stagger around drunkenly and failing miserably. 

Finally he reached the door to his room and opened it carefully. He was practically ready to fall into bed; his shoes were halfway off and he was undoing the first few buttons on his shirt when he closed the door behind him and realized that his bedroom had changed-and he wasn’t alone. 

The room was dominated by a heavy wooden bed, covered in black and red sheets. A desk rested against one wall, and a table under the window held a miniature version of the armies map in the war room. At least, that was what he could make out in the darkness-until there was a rustling from the bed and someone lit a candle, throwing the face of the Dragon Queen into shadow. She was so confused that Jon almost found it funny. “Lord Snow?” 

“Your Grace? What are you doing in my chambers?”

She didn’t look upset-just very, very confused. “These aren’t your chambers, Lord Snow. They’re on the other side of the castle.” Ever so slowly, she got to her feet. Her hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she wore a nightgown that seemed lighter than air; she reminded him of one of the wood spirits Old Nan had always told stories about, made of air and sunlight and impossible for mortal men to touch. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Must have just gotten turned around, that’s all.” He turned towards the door-and practically tripped over her boots, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, as if to keep him from falling (she was stronger than she looked). “Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can smell the wine on your breath.”

“It was only a glass or two.”

She shook her head. “Believe me, if you’d only had a glass or two you’d already be in your own bed, asleep-”

“Lord Tyrion said I should marry you.” He didn’t know why the words came out. They just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. 

For a moment, Dany looked at him like he was out of his mind entirely. “He said what?” 

“It’s a strategic match; the North still has their king, and you have all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“All right…well, what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know.” He knew that what he was thinking at the moment was that he wanted to tear off her nightdress, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate that. “I should speak to Davos about it first.”

“That’s a good idea-and perhaps you should wait until you’re sober.” She turned to go to bed and he knew, rationally, that he should leave-he’d already made a big enough fool of himself for one night. 

But the words came out anyway. “You’re very beautiful.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him. Her expression was inscrutable-and he was fairly sure it wasn’t just because of the wine. “I…thank you.” She sounded uncertain, almost worried, as if it had been the last thing she was expecting him to say. 

The alcohol dulled his senses and made him bold. He took a step forward before he could think better of it, before he could talk himself down from it, easily closing the distance between them. She looked at him carefully, questioningly-and he kissed her before he could think better of it, before the alcohol would wear off enough for him to realize what a very bad thing this was and how much he would regret it later. 

Kissing her was everything he’d thought it would be and more, the few times he’d allowed himself to imagine it. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted of salt air and open sea, and a distant smoky and charred scent that he could only imagine was dragonfire. Their lips moved together and he’d found they had moved closer together as well until there was no space between them at all and he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her fair skin. 

When she stepped away, his head was whirling-but reality came back to him in a sudden, savage rush. 

Neither of them knew what to say, and the distance that had once seemed nonexistent now seemed impassable. Her eyes were guarded, her expression unreadable. 

“I’m sorry, your Grace. Good night.” He left the room with as much composure as he could muster and ran like hell as soon as the door closed behind him, as if he could somehow outrun the weight of his mistake-only to double back, open the door, and say (as if to seal his fate) “I love you.”


“That must have been some heavy wine last night, Lord Snow.”

There was a joking tone in the Queen’s voice and he couldn’t understand why. Yes, he’d been drinking the night before…but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious. He’d had a wicked hangover and had vomited twice in the early morning, but now he was feeling if not completely normal then at least halfway there. “Really? What gave it away?”

Her eyes dimmed. He’d never really seen the light leave someone’s eyes, had never really known what that expression meant…but he did now. “You don’t remember,” she said coldly, almost imperiously, “coming into my chambers at quite an ungodly hour insisting they were your own? And then kissing me?”

He went cold all over. That couldn’t be right. First of all, he would never do something like that and never put himself in such a position. And he would remember…that if he’d actually done it. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he scoured his memory, the more he thought he remembered it-a room lit only by a single candle, her cheek in his hand, her lips on his, and the look in her eyes when he’d left the room, as if he’d finally managed to do something that surprised her. Seven hells. “Your Grace, I’m very sorry about any impropriety-”

“Don’t apologize.” She looked almost amused, even though he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Gods, this could ruin him. “You were quite drunk. No one else needs to know, as far as I can tell. An honest mistake. Although, it was quite enjoyable.” She walked back to break her fast with Missandei, and Jon saw the Queen’s closest advisor sneak a glance at him as if to make sure he was behaving himself. If only you knew. 

Seven hells, Jon. He attacked his plate of roast sausage in silence. 

He only looked up once to see Tyrion looking at him from the other side of the table. And he could have sworn he was smiling, as if he somehow knew all about what had transpired the night before. 

The Man in the Tower Part Four (bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky escapes his handlers and runs through a forest, finding safety in an abandoned tower. What happens when a town girl finds him? Can he trust her enough to finally set foot on ground level again?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cautious bucky, defensive bucky, swearing

A/N: im making this a point here and now, if y’all don’t leave some sort of reaction to my fics, you’re getting off my tag lists. It’s unfair to me to tag over 100 people on my fics and a majority of my notes are likes with little to no feedback. This is your final warning.

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You gathered a few several items from your home and placed them inside your knapsack before rushing out of the village and through the forest, skidding to a halt once you were in front of the tower with the stranger again. You didn’t have a clue who this man was, nor did you care. All you knew was that he probably needed help. He could have also been the reasoning behind the dead bear you had found a few weeks ago. You hadn’t found another dead animal since then, so you assumed he either hadn’t eaten since, or he possibly had bird carcasses in the tower with him.

“Hey!” You called, announcing your return. The man poked his head out curiously. “I have a rope to climb up. Is there a place I can latch onto so I can climb up to you?”

He motioned with his hands and you didn’t understand what he was trying to say. He seemed to be making a circular motion with his hands and finally, you understood that he was trying to direct you to another part of the tower so you could throw your rope and latch onto something. You walked around halfway, on the completely opposite side of the opening on the hole in the wall and found a large broken stone sticking out, indicating that you could latch the rope there.

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Soma's Secret Ingredient- A beginner/ Broom Closet friendly charm spell to bring courage, creativity and ingenuity.

Originally posted by sqidimus

Inspired By Soma’s overwhelming self confidence and creativity

*could get a little messy*

**this spell can be performed with as little as a bowl, something to charm and A little cinnamon**

To gather, if possible:

- a necklace, bracelet, piece of jewelry or easily transportable item you can charm

- a white piece of fabric big enough to tie around your charm and several stones - a white candle (ingenuity), red candle (courage), blue candle (creativity)

- a bowl - carnelian or garnet (courage), aventurine (creativity), tigers eye (ingenuity)

Steps:

- light what candles you have and lay your white fabric open in the bowl.

- Place the object you are charming inside the bowl on the fabric, and set whatever stones you have next to the charm.

- sprinkle cinnamon over the charm and stones and repeat the following aloud or in your head: “Bring me courage, to help me face my fears. Bring me creativity, to help me be unique. Bring me ingenuity, to help me solve my problems. Bring me these things in return for the energy I give you now.”

- focus energy into the charm as you tie together the bundle. (Try to keep the cinnamon inside)

- if possible, let it sit in moonlight overnight.

- Blow out your candles or dust off your hands to close the spell.