Googi Weaver's Deepest Desires

Welcome to a place where you can delve into the mind of Googi Weaver, a place where madness runs free and secrets are revealed. All are welcome to bask in Googi's luminous shadows. Dip your foot in the warm pool of possibility. Flow down the eternal river and cast your sins aside. Become one with Agog.

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A letter to my beloved...

Thoust haveth the clearest eyes I have ever laid mine upon. How I long to bathe in your glimmering pools of sapphire and cerulean, to submerge fully in your murky depths. Thoust overtaketh every thought, every inch of my being, I am overcome with imagery of thou. I cannot escape it, nor do I wish to. Thoust have turned me into a man undone, ever mesmerized by your enchantment, my essence has become one with yours, oh dearest Valeria. Valeria, oh Valeria, I cannot remember a time before Valeria. Valeria is the start of the living world, I was not truly living until I experienced Valeria. The first name on my tounge every morning, the name I shall whisper on my last breath...

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A letter to thou, Valeria

Alas, I bathe in thy light my glory, my eternal soul of splendor and striking beauty. T'was thy artful bosom that brought forth my thickening sword of carnally stirred desire, thou pricked me ever forth. I lie entranced by thy wicked fairness, my paramour, thine aroused to lechery in thy hot-blooded skin and soul.

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Today, open thy mind and thy shirt to possibilities. Feel that cool breeze on your chest and embrace the intimacy with the wind.

Feeling: Rejuvenated

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Agog and a hog walk into a bar...

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Behold, a love letter to my dearest: My heart is evermore obedient to thy kingdom yet milks in thy sorrows of my Lord's own atonement, that of aching misery, yet ever-growing wisdom. I bask in thy light dear Lord, yet I must stray to thy lady of serene beauty and enchantment. My troubled mind wanders evermore to thy moonlight, thy forbidden paths of torturous mystery. It is I who lingers between rebellion and surrender, where thy name is spoken softer than the prayers of Agog, yet fiercer than the treason thy present to me. If loving thee be my undoing, then let thy stars bear witness to my upheaval, for I would sooner be ash beneath a fallen kingdom than slave to the unconsciousness of the unexperienced, untouched by the aching in your loving gaze, my dear. My dearest Valeria, let me bask eternally in thy sweetness of heavens thou bestow upon me, my love.

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Experimenting with the way I wear my hair... Thoughts?

Feeling: Adventurous

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Alone in a palace boredom creeps in and ones mind tends to play tricks on them. Music keeps the shadows at bay.

Feeling: Musical

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I keep hearing rumors about an uprising...

Feeling: Inquisitive

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Does anyone know if Googi Weaver is gay?

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Happy Remus day 💫

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Googi weaver and his trusty squire, Remelius.

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My bones echo with the throngs of bicuriousity...

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The sun was setting in the kingdom of CrownHelm. The year was 1433, two years before the great war.

Rumblings of the rebellion had begun in the streets. It started with whispers...

King Aurthius, Googi's father, had signed a peace treaty with the neighboring kingdom, Lorith. A peace treaty was what the royal officials had called it, but the townspeople knew better. Aurthius had not expected to inherit the crown and as a result was not educated in the ways of ruling. He had slowly trickled away the kingdoms treasury on a never-ending flow of lavish indulgences until Crownhelm had nothing left. The townspeople took the brunt of it, descending into poverty while the members of the royal family feasted in the palace, prancing around in their gaudy robes and jewels. When Aurthius realized there was no money left, he had no choice but to turn to Lorith -- a kingdom known for their wealth, although more notably their cruelty -- in a desperate attempt to save his kingdom. This was no peace treaty. Aurthius was selling Crownhelm into servitude, they would never be able to escape the shadowy fist of Lorith. And of course, the townspeople would be ones to suffer.

The whispers started quiet at first, there was a nervous tension in the air. The crown had a fierce group of loyal followers, and if you said the wrong thing to the wrong person, you would find yourself hung in the town square and left as a feast for the crows.

But as conditions worsened, the whispers grew louder, angrier. The townspeople were living in filth, it was as though dirt and dust covered everything in sight. As if to rub salt in the wound, on the mountain that overlooked the poorest of the kingdom's towns, sat the palace. Through the muck they lived in they could see the polished turrets of the ebony castle glistening in the sun, taunting them. Everyday the sight of that castle made them angrier. The word rebellion was now being whispered in the streets

to be continued...

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Alas, t'was thy blossoming bosom that woo me forth, scarcely thy longing lips and skin pale like the heaven's rain, although evermost charming thy were.

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Googi Weaver the III was a man of great quality, infamous for his skill and tomfoolery, he resided in the great Kingdom of Crownhelm. Although the lad twas of equal importance to his brother, Akatar, twas not one to follow ruling and regulations and beheld the lashings of his farther evermore. Immensely skilled at sword fighting, archery, literature, and women, twas but one prized pocession Googi could not obtain. Her name was Valoria Morning de Austria.

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Twas

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Upstairs

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A forbidden path Googi may someday wander...

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