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@aquaticsong
I am an adult and this blog includes adult themes. Explicit content is marked as mature, suggestive content is not.
If I share AI or anything based on the works of JKR it is a mistake, and I'll take it as a kindness if you flag it up to me so I can delete it.
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My avatar is Merman by Jarrod Vandenberg.
My header is castle1 by gugo78.
To be young.
TIL this TIL that. why don't you go till the fields.
I drew a portrait of my OC Pisca and decided I wanted to colour it. Unfortunately, my scanner fucks up the colour and it doesn’t look as good as it does on paper
There is something so insane about competitive sports
There is something deeply personal about pushing your body to the absolute extremes to be just a bit faster, further, better than your competition. The tunnel vision when you see your competitor(s) and all it comes down to is who wants that gold more
It's a form of roleplay you engage in in the open. Because outside of the sport, you can grab a beer together, you greet each other in the hallway, you share a passion but you are just aquaintances who work together occasionally. But when the game is on? You are linked in ways you hate. You poured your blood sweat and tears into this sport and all you need is to destroy the person in front of you. You need to be better. You need to see them disappointed. You need to see them angry that you were better. For the time of the game, you aren't two people with hopes, passions, feelings. You are an extension of your sport. You are two bodies moving beyond what a body should be capable of, spurred on by a mind. And for one glorious moment it's a form of prayer to force your mind to have faith that you want that gold more and that needs to be enough.
There is such physicality but also such mental intensity involved in the competition and in a way, that is an insane and sensual thought
Fuck it I’m just gonna Baron my evil shit from now on.
I can't help but notice you haven't committed many acts of evil, Baron.
What's that about? Do you need help being evil? I could give you some pointers, if you'd like.
Hey- for your information I’ve kidnapped a prince, thank you very much. I’m plenty evil thank you very much.
You keep giving him whatever he wants, sir.
NO- I’m being courteous…
Please, your kidnapping is mildly mischievous at best.
Having a royal in your possession is a great opportunity for evil though.
Go on
Mess with him
Ooo that knight be like
A Song and the Sea - 7
[first | previous] - a collaboration with @fruityprinceling
"Prince Ailill, you are most welcome also." Theodore's bow to Ailill was a stiffer courtesy, and only half as deep. He kept his gaze focused on the tip of the visiting prince's nose until he made his bow, and could feel more than see Ailill reciprocating the custom. When he rose, Theodore gave Ailill's nose his very briefest version of a polite smile, and turned his attention back to the princess.
"I am sure you must both be tired from your long journey. We have arranged for a selection of refreshments to be served in the Presence Chamber where I can introduce you both to the King and Queen. If you'd like to follow me?"
Theodore turned slightly, gesturing to the steps with one hand and offering the other arm to Princess Rylea. It would have been traditional to stand at her right and offer her his left arm, but that was right where Prince Ailill was standing, and it would be the height of rudeness to so flagrantly turn his back to the man and box him out. Even ruder than it was of Ailill to put Theodore in the position to commit such a discourtesy, by standing in the wrong damned place.
Did the prince lack for education in his etiquette? That was not a good sign. But perhaps if the prince was lacking, it might prove so for the princess also. Perhaps - and at this a brief spark of hope flared in his chest - perhaps the King and Queen would not like her if her manners were not all they should be.
It was such a small spark of hope, but Theodore cupped his hands around it and willed it not to blow out.
[next]
Oh hey it's still Mermay right? My friend asked me a few times in the past year or two to draw my mascot as a sturgeon mermaid so I guess I got that quest out of the way
A Song and the Sea - 5
[first | previous] - a collaboration with @fruityprinceling
Well, here it was. Procedure and protocol.
Theodore swept into a formal bow before Princess Rylea, ensuring to make himself the very picture of courtesy by holding the bow for a second before taking her proffered fingers and lifting his gaze.
Her skirts were very full and blue, her eyes wide and still bluer, waiting for him to speak first as decorum dictated. Her face was clear and bright with a peaches-and-cream complexion. Golden-red locks tumbled elegantly over her shoulders and down her back, rich and thick and partly braided. She was, he realised dully, truly beautiful. Everything that a princess should be, so far as one could tell at first glance.
His mouth opened, and the practiced speech began streaming out of him steadily, as if speaking itself into existence through an empty vessel.
"My lady princess, you are most welcome to Neptune's Seat. I am Prince Theodore, and this gentleman -" He gestured to his even taller and slimmer, though much older, companion. "- is First Minister Tarren. If there is anything we may do to make your stay with us more comfortable and pleasant, I beg you may speak your thoughts to one of us. It is the greatest wish of our hearts that, during the course of your visit, you are able to focus entirely on enjoying the many delights that the Kingdom of Mariana has to offer."
His eyes flicked left towards the end of the speech, to take just the briefest first measure of the brother who had come to act as the princess's chaperone. The siblings looked a good deal alike. Pale and bronze-haired and soft and - oh, the prince was wearing elegant little spectacles. They made his eyes seem curiously large behind the lenses. His gaze was blue, too, but oh; so blue, and quietly appraising, as if perhaps he might -
Theodore stamped hard on that train of thought and dragged his eyes firmly back to Princess Rylea's face.
Stop it. Have that mad fancy later. No good can come of you being yourself in this moment.
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Imagine sitting with him by the fire, sharing a bottle of whiskey, your horses tied nearby. You bothe lean in as ypu tell stories, and you tip your hat back as you compliment his cooking, and he pulls his bandana up to hide his blush.
Imagine standing on the deck of your ship with him, just ypu and the stars while the crew sleep below deck. He's bent double because of a joke you cant remember saying because he's just so damn pretty that you could forget your name.
Imagine holding him in your tent, late after a battle. You run ypur hands thrpugh his hair when he takes his helmet off, and he helps you take off your blood-crusted armour, all while telling you about this cottage in his village that he thinks you'd love.
I am TRYING to jork it in the bathtub to my favorite 'dashing and heroic merchant adventurer captain' fantasy and I cannot FOCUS because of that cacophony going on in the yard.
Will someone PLEASE tell the landsknechts to train a little more quietly? Anyone would think they are trying to attract their prince's attention on purpose. Whyever would they do such a thing.
No I will NOT go to the window to wave to them, I am naked and wet and I've got my fins out and I'm BUSY.
What do you mean, for encouragement? I don't WISH to encourage the rank and file in making such an unnecessary ruckus about their duties! Just tell them to cease all that lusty bellowing.
Yes, at once.
THANK you.
did you guys know about men's hairy thighs? did you know about men's pecs and their raspy moans and the way their eyes roll back into their head when you kiss their neck?? did you know about making men blush because they're noticeably hard in their jeans???? or about grabbing their ass in public?? or grinding with them on the dance floor while they buy you drink after drink?? did you know about men's strong hands, and softness, and that begging, pleading look in their eyes? or the pressing back of their hips when they want more???? did you know about men wanting more? and more? and more and more and more and more and more
Stickers for this month! :D Little chibis ^^
God, I hope the sirens eat the @evilbaron.
Well...
dubious glance @evilbaron
I suppose I'll try anything once, but honestly he doesn't seem all that appetising.
Has he ever been to sea? I doubt it. He looks like he needs salt.
And you'll have to deliver him. I don't sing for a supper before I even know if I'm going to like it.
Hey- hey- HEY NOW- I’ll have you know I sailed the seas when I was young. But yeah since college I’ve been pretty much kept to court affairs so I don’t really do visits to the Sea…
Also I’d prefer not to get eaten, thanks.
Oh, wait a minute. Aren't you the very same evil baron who has been talking about throwing a lovely masquerade ball? You are, aren't you. Well then I certainly shan't eat you before that comes off. Sorry @basicbascinet. Come talk to me on the final night of the masquerade and then we'll see.
I've been given strict instruction by that imposing @your-evil-adviser fellow that I mustn't eat any of the guests, on which matter I have reluctantly given my word, but now I think about it he didn't say anything about the host.
I suppose it will depend how much I want there to be more masquerades in the future, won't it.
Do hop along there, Caldwell, I'm sure you've much to prepare so I shan't keep you.
Tis I… Tis I indeed, and it would be more becoming if you weren’t to eat me, in my humble upon of course. Yes uh… I should be going… so much party planning and all…
Not to get away or anything. Yes shall be seeing you…
Uh... I didn't realize they were actually listening. Let's forget all this baron-eating thing, shall we? I was in a bad mood.
Well!
You see, this is why I don't bother with knights. After all that effort, you don't even want me to eat him after all. Fickle is what you lot are.
I'm going to find a nice galleon to help me calm down. YOU would be well advised not be here when I return.
flounces away into the waves
God, I hope the sirens eat the @evilbaron.
Well...
dubious glance @evilbaron
I suppose I'll try anything once, but honestly he doesn't seem all that appetising.
Has he ever been to sea? I doubt it. He looks like he needs salt.
And you'll have to deliver him. I don't sing for a supper before I even know if I'm going to like it.
Hey- hey- HEY NOW- I’ll have you know I sailed the seas when I was young. But yeah since college I’ve been pretty much kept to court affairs so I don’t really do visits to the Sea…
Also I’d prefer not to get eaten, thanks.
Oh, wait a minute. Aren't you the very same evil baron who has been talking about throwing a lovely masquerade ball? You are, aren't you. Well then I certainly shan't eat you before that comes off. Sorry @basicbascinet. Come talk to me on the final night of the masquerade and then we'll see.
I've been given strict instruction by that imposing @your-evil-adviser fellow that I mustn't eat any of the guests, on which matter I have reluctantly given my word, but now I think about it he didn't say anything about the host.
I suppose it will depend how much I want there to be more masquerades in the future, won't it.
Do hop along there, Caldwell, I'm sure you've much to prepare so I shan't keep you.
Tis I… Tis I indeed, and it would be more becoming if you weren’t to eat me, in my humble upon of course. Yes uh… I should be going… so much party planning and all…
Not to get away or anything. Yes shall be seeing you…
God, I hope the sirens eat the @evilbaron.
Well...
dubious glance @evilbaron
I suppose I'll try anything once, but honestly he doesn't seem all that appetising.
Has he ever been to sea? I doubt it. He looks like he needs salt.
And you'll have to deliver him. I don't sing for a supper before I even know if I'm going to like it.
Hey- hey- HEY NOW- I’ll have you know I sailed the seas when I was young. But yeah since college I’ve been pretty much kept to court affairs so I don’t really do visits to the Sea…
Also I’d prefer not to get eaten, thanks.
Oh, wait a minute. Aren't you the very same evil baron who has been talking about throwing a lovely masquerade ball? You are, aren't you. Well then I certainly shan't eat you before that comes off. Sorry @basicbascinet. Come talk to me on the final night of the masquerade and then we'll see.
I've been given strict instruction by that imposing @your-evil-adviser fellow that I mustn't eat any of the guests, on which matter I have reluctantly given my word, but now I think about it he didn't say anything about the host.
I suppose it will depend how much I want there to be more masquerades in the future, won't it.
Do hop along there, Caldwell, I'm sure you've much to prepare so I shan't keep you.
God, I hope the sirens eat the @evilbaron.
Well...
dubious glance @evilbaron
I suppose I'll try anything once, but honestly he doesn't seem all that appetising.
Has he ever been to sea? I doubt it. He looks like he needs salt.
And you'll have to deliver him. I don't sing for a supper before I even know if I'm going to like it.
