Aeacus, Bardic Arbiter

Hi, I'm Aeacus, professional big sister. I dabble in writing, drawing, and collecting things. Feel free to follow and talk to me. I love conversation and new ideas. I want to expand my world and teach others to see differently.

[cipheramnesia]

If I was a wasp, I'd sting you. If I was a venomous snake, I'd bite you. If I was a lion, I'd maul you. If I was a swamp, I'd poison you. If I was a mountain, I'd fall and crush you. If I was the ocean, I'd drown you. If I was a cat, I'd never let you touch me. If I was a dog, I'd run away. If I was a horse, I'd never let you break me. If I was a farm, I wouldn't grow for you. If I was a fire, I'd burn out without warming you. If I was a home, I would fall apart around you.

If I was harmless and small, and easy to hold, you would love me. If I was a worm you could put me in the soft earth and I would be helpless in your care. Of course you could love me, but could you love me if I stung you, bit you, pulled against you, hid and didn't understand you but wasn't harmless or helpless at all?

Could you love something for what it is, when that means you can't touch it or show kindness, maybe even never be near it, and it might never, ever love you back? Is it okay to exist and not belong to anyone, to not be useful to anyone, to be dangerous or poisonous or a failure but a part of the world all the same?

[gallusrostromegalus]

I know this is a metaphor, but if you take it kind of literally, there is an answer to this.

We build wildlife preserves. Often explicitly for the protection of animals and ecosystems that can and have killed humans.

Whenever a whale gets stranded on a beach, CROWDS show up ad risk getting bludgeoned to death trying to get it back into the water.

Every Zoo has a reptile house full of venomous snakes and a team of humans dedicated to giving them the best quality of life possible.

There are volunteer beekeepers who will travel for miles and miles and hours and hours to relocate an entire hive.

There are people who rehabilitate dangerous dogs and horses

There are people who restore structurally unsound houses

There are people who study the way that fire burns so it can rejoin the ecosystem and not be smothered on sight.

Every day, millions of people get up and devote themselves to things that can and will kill them by their nature. Things they can't touch or show kindness to. Things they can't go near. Things that are wholly incapable of loving them back.

And they do it because they love them.

Everything dangerous, everything poisonous, everything 'useless'- absolutely everything has someone, often many thousands of people, who loves them exactly as they are, without expectation that their affection will be returned.

It is alright for anything, even you, to not belong to anyone, to not be useful, to be frightening and dangerous and not adhere to any standard of success. It's all alright. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.

[redstonedust]

its a cliche but im a slut for when a character is introduced as super chill and goofy and then you later find out theyre chill and goofy because theyre too powerful to be touched. the level 100 wizard whos already figured out everything and is just vibing now. big fan.

[bruhthatsgay]

[devinellekurtz]

Modern Dragons Art from my 2025 print shop, which closes for the year in 7 days! (Closes 11/28)

[bruhthatsart]

He lost a bet (or so he says)

[ellohcee]

Artober 6 - vast

[bruhthatsart]

Just rose in a dress. Like she deserves.

[bruhthatsgay]

[oflline]

[no-longer-another-bondi-blonde]

During a recent televised debate, Rep. Jasmine Crockett took Mike Huckabee down over his interpretation of Christian morality.

Jasmine Crockett:

“Governor Huckabee, what does Jesus say in Matthew 25 about how we’ll be judged?”

Mike Huckabee:

He hesitated, mumbling something about sheep and goats.

Crockett: “That’s right. The final judgment. Would you like me to quote it?”

Before Huckabee could respond, she read directly from her phone:

“I was hungry and you gave me food.

I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink.

I was a stranger and you welcomed me.

I was sick and you looked after me.

I was in prison and you came to visit me.”

Crockett continued:

“Jesus doesn’t mention abortion.

He doesn’t mention same-sex marriage.

He doesn’t bring up tax rates or culture war issues.

The only criteria Jesus gives for heaven or hell are how we treat the poor, the sick, the immigrant, the prisoner.”

She looked Huckabee in the eye:

“So, Governor, if you oppose every single one of those policies, what does that say about your understanding of Christian morality?”

Huckabee tried to respond, but Crockett pressed on:

Matthew 19:21 – “Sell all your possessions and give to the poor.”

Luke 4:18 – “Proclaim good news to the poor, freedom for the prisoners.”

Matthew 8 – Jesus heals a man with leprosy, touching someone society called unclean.

“You say I’m not a real Christian because I support feeding programs for kids, universal health care, and immigration reform. But Jesus said those are the exact things that determine salvation.”

Then came the knockout:

“Jesus never said, ‘I was a wealthy corporation and you gave me tax breaks.’

He never said, ‘I was a gun manufacturer and you protected my profits.’

He never said, ‘I was a pharmaceutical company and you let me charge whatever I wanted.’”

Crockett concluded: “Your version of faith asks whether someone deserves help before offering it. But Jesus never said, ‘I was hungry and you checked if I had a job first.’”

She quoted Isaiah 58, Proverbs 31, and Micah 6:8, then addressed Huckabee’s final attempt to challenge her.

Huckabee: “But you still support abortion and same-sex marriage. You’re picking and choosing.”

Crockett: “The word abortion appears zero times in the Bible. Same-sex marriage, also zero. But caring for the poor? Dozens of times. Welcoming immigrants? Direct commands. Healing the sick? Over and over again. So if someone’s cherry-picking, Governor, it isn’t me.”

She closed with this: “You’ve spent your whole career telling Christians they have to choose between their politics and their faith. But maybe the real question is this: How can someone claim to follow Jesus while opposing everything Jesus said?”

[spongelll]

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yeah sure. whatever you say gay boys <3

[novelconcepts]

Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

[sexybritishllama]

the secret to organising any kind of trip with your friends is to become the benevolent dictator. do NOT wait for everyone to provide a consensus on things before you book anything. do it and then ask for feedback after. do not ask people what they would like to do just tell them what is happening and let them all nod along like the sheep they are. this is the ONLY way to coordinate a group of adults in their 20s/30s

[bruhthatsprose]

Look, I doubt anyone will ever buy paperbacks of this book, much less the ebook if I get it unblocked, but the fact that I have a couple copies of my own? That’s enough for me to

[bruhthatsprose]

The back, if you even care. No author photo because I… don’t want to tbh.

[wyrmst]

Your new personal knight is an orc, of all things.

You didn’t know that’s what he was at the time, but in retrospect, you suppose it should’ve been obvious.

Today, a special tournament organized to replace your (recently retired) personal knight is being held. Despite being an adult, your family still insists you need a glorified babysitter.

He sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the other knights in attendance- both by at least a full head’s height, and the stark lack of coat of arms displayed on his blackened armor. The fact that he hasn’t removed his helmet once during the event only adds to his mysterious presence.

Rather than the typical method of entry, he was invited to the melee for winning an open challenge-at-arms the previous day- a tradition your family continues to observe, since it seems to appease the common folk. 

“I heard that he fell three men with one swing yesterday.” You say, interest piqued. You would’ve liked to attend that event rather than the dull, almost ceremonial jousting matches you watched yesterday.

Your father hums in acknowledgement, but offers no other opinion.

“Martial prowess isn’t the only quality that a good knight must possess, dear.” Your mother attempts to smother your passion. “There’s other things to consider in a retainer; courtesy, noble manners, good breeding… And oh look, Ser Dubois is riding in-”

You’ve already tuned out her lecture as you usually do, utterly enamored with the newcomer.

The melee starts- and it doesn’t take long to see a lead forming.

It’s an absolute bloodbath.

Well- not literally- since the weapons are purposefully blunted. The idea is to recruit some of the runner-ups into your family’s lower guard ranks, after all, so any permanent damage would be detrimental to that goal.

But watching this new fighter is a spectacle all the same. He is a twister of metallic carnage.

Watching combat usually gets your blood pumping, though the typical faire at these events is far too mild for your liking, all pomp and posturing. But he has a raw, visceral power to his blows. For once, you are at the edge of your seat.

Man after man crumples to a heap of armor at his feet. After the initial onslaught dies off, he doggedly hunts down all the stragglers, one by one.

Finally, it’s just him and one other. The other man left standing- as luck would have it- is your parents’ favorite to win.

The noble is frozen in place as the hulking figure approaches, zweihander raised. If it wasn’t for the volume of the crowd of spectators, you could probably hear the metal of his poleyns knocking together.

You’ve certainly never seen a competitor forfeit by vaulting over the wooden fence into the crowd before. 

You can’t help but let out an unbecoming guffaw at the sight: the knight in flashy, gaudy colors fleeing with tail between his legs, and the knight in black simply lowering his sword and looking around in bewilderment.

“Second sons,” Your mother seethes through the erupting boom of cheers and jeers below you, pulling out her hand fan to cool her frustration. “I’ll have to have a word with his mother-”

Your father clears his throat loudly, and your mother’s words drop off abruptly, the fan falling out of her hand. You glance back down to see the source of their sudden surprise.

The knight has pulled his horned helmet off, revealing moss green skin and two ivory tusks protruding under his imperial-styled moustache.

An orc in the royal guard is going to be a first.

[aelia-likes-monsters]

Ugh. I love this so much. Great job, OP. <3

[bruhthatsprose]

Hymn For the Killer

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-ConGraphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/MM/M

Fandom: Original Work

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Trans Character(s)

Additional Tags: Undercover, Human Trafficking, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, forcefem, Asian-American Character, Gangs, Gang Violence, Trans Female Character (way later), Sexual Slavery, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Bodyguard Romance, Crossdressing, Physical Abuse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, though enemies is probably a stretch, Past Underage Sex, explicit rating for later, First Time Blow Jobs, mafia

[tales-from-the-hexlab]

Jayce: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Viktor: What's that?

Jayce: Remorse code.

Viktor, trying not to laugh: I'm even angrier now.