If we trust in ourselves, embrace our faults, and brazen it out with courage, strength, bravery, and truth, fate may just smile upon us too.
Source: the-final-sentence
Donovan let everyone settle back down, taking Vex over to the side. “So, how are things progressing? Any set backs, any leaps of luck? How are the negotiations with the Sidhe progressing?”
“It’s all ticking over fine. They want too much, Shoilse, too much.”
“What are their current stipulations?”
“They say they won’t agree to the mhionn anam until we give them the lives of our first born.”
Donovan’s eyes widened fractionally. “As soon as we’ve gotten rid of whatever it is that’s troubling Missouri, I will deal with them personally. Continue to act courteously with them, we can’t afford to alienate them, but I will have their loyalty.”
Vex nodded. “Certainly, ceannaire.”
“Good. Now, Timothy is almost here, so why don’t you mingle with the others and work out how best we can fight with them. I can tell you’re looking forward to this.”
Tim walked over to where Missouri had resumed her seat, leaning against the side of her chair, flicking a glance over at Charles briefly, noting a few fresh scrapes on the underside of his arm- obviously from Missouri’s traps. Some things never change, he thought fondly, before shaking such thoughts from his head.
Missouri settled back more firmly in her chair, firmly quashing the impulse to sigh as she reviewed the information she had, both for her benefit and for the others. Once she’d gotten okays back from all in the link, she turned her attention outwards fully once again, stepping smoothly back into the leadership role Tim had assumed while she was occupied.
“If we’re to fight together, it may be best to spar first, to judge strength, yes?” she asked.
As if on cue, the rest of Donovan’s backup stepped out of the shadowy corner. “Ah, introductions are in order!” Donovan got to his feet, shaking both men’s hands. “This is Delvin Mallory-” he gestured to a well-built, mostly shaven man with a chin you could crack rocks on, “and this is Dirge-” a tall, slender man with sinewy muscles.
“What kind of sparring did you have in mind?”
Source: kansaspsychicrep
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Source: allliesend
- Things Tumblr needs: unlimited asks, +500kb gif size, more photosets layouts, chance to tag hyphens, chance to USE hyphens in urls without tricks, replies notifications, instant messaging, option to know when someone's online
- Things Karp gives us: fanmail
Source: houselannister
Just take out the word count and limit on asks. It’s not frickin’ hard.
Source: loki-feels
Femme Fatale
A perennial sadness follows her,
Shifting and bumping into the shadows that stir.
Her only comfort is in the disease of her imagination.
Simultaneously, her fascinating torturer, and only salvation.
Everything about this stunning and grisly girl is as it should be.
Except, her undeniable reluctance for the role,
Her fate was never hers to control.
So she surrounds herself with giggling fountains,
and caged song birds.
Scribbling down a constellation of possibilities,
only to find them to be empty words.
She is the last bud of a poison tree,
For her beauty is a symptom of her soullessness,
Void of the imperfections, that would set her free.
Nothing good will come of her,
So she sinks into shadows,
Wipes clean her visibility,
becoming a blackened blur.
Blink.
And you will miss,
This Mistress of Misery.
Source: mobbleberry
Donovan felt the activity flick across the pool, fast as a flick of light. It was almost… military.
“I asked some compatriots over, if that’s alright with you? Just the three, but they should be more than helpful. Besides, I can’t let you lot have all the fun.” He smiled enigmatically before sitting back in his chair, drinking some more of his special tea, and reaching down to scratch his hound.
Chatter ensued again, and he sensed inquiries over the link which he assumed were speculation. Before long, a tall, slender woman stepped out of the shadow. She was startlingly pale, almost the colour of milk, but somehow soft, with long red hair that shone like burnished wire in the light, and green eyes that sparkled. She wore black leather armour, figure hugging, and a discreet ring with a black diamond in it. Donovan stood up and brought her forward.
“Everyone, this is Vex. Vex is a longstanding friend. Vex, meet Missouri, Charles, Marla, and the delightful Susan.” He gestured at each in turn. “Timothy should be here soon, apparently. And how are you?”
“Well,” she answered, in a lovely, pure voice, before throwing her arms round Donovan’s neck. “It’s been too long,” she murmured huskily into his ear.
“I couldn’t agree more, dearest. And the others?”
“Here soon, just finishing up a few things.”“But of course.” she acknowledged, nodding at Don. She sent a thought Marla’s way, directing her to disable the wards again, not wanting to trap anyone outside her house. Marla and Charles walked over to her loveseat, sinking down together, and Susan sat on the built in ledge by the window, allowing a cat to settle on her lap with a smile, petting him absently.
A burst of quiries to health burst across the link, everyone taking the moment or two neccessary to re-familiarize themselves with the others, while Missouri sent Tim another nudge, and got a terse acknowledgment back, along with the impression of tires against pavement and wind whipping through hair. His mind reached out to join the link from three houses away, and Missouri allowed him in, settling him in the second most position of strenght, as usual.
Missouri nodded to the woman. “Welcome to my home, Vex. May you find shelter here.”
A brisk rap at the door, then Tim was striding in, throwing his jacket across the chair in the hall, and catching Missouri up in a hug. “It’s good to see you, Missouri.” he said, then released her, greeting the others with a nod, before turning to Donovan. “Timothy Carver.” he introduced himself.
Donovan let everyone settle back down, taking Vex over to the side. “So, how are things progressing? Any set backs, any leaps of luck? How are the negotiations with the Sidhe progressing?”
“It’s all ticking over fine. They want too much, Shoilse, too much.”
“What are their current stipulations?”
“They say they won’t agree to the mhionn anam until we give them the lives of our first born.”
Donovan’s eyes widened fractionally. “As soon as we’ve gotten rid of whatever it is that’s troubling Missouri, I will deal with them personally. Continue to act courteously with them, we can’t afford to alienate them, but I will have their loyalty.”
Vex nodded. “Certainly, ceannaire.”
“Good. Now, Timothy is almost here, so why don’t you mingle with the others and work out how best we can fight with them. I can tell you’re looking forward to this.”
Source: kansaspsychicrep
No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells,
I drew the white sheet over the islands
And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.
Source: the-final-sentence
We have our humanity. Now I’m the one with poor word choice. Being a human is not necessarily equatable with being a person, and not all people are human.
Happens to us all. That I can agree with, Don.
I do apologize if I came across as rude. Stressful times, you know.
Oh yes, no worries, friend. Ha. We’re… -laughter- We’re only human!
… -his face is blank for a minute before he laughs- That was bad. That was very bad.
-Laughs some more at Tim’s reaction- The bad ones are always the best. I remember, I once met a sphinx; there was me, expecting a riddle, and instead it said I had to have a five minute conversation with it, making a pun every sentence. I think I may have broken humour.
Source: magicandsteel
Anonymously [or not] send me lyrics referring to your opinion of me.
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Source: mattheldersandhisjoggers
