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@pirksteinarchive
#PIRKSTEIN. INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF HANS CAPON OF PIRKSTEIN FROM THE KINGDOM COME SERIES. CANON DIVERGENT NOT ADHERING TO HISTORICAL ACCURACY. 21+ ONLY.
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ㅤ AUDENTES FORTUNA IUVAT. ¹ DOSSIER ² PROMPTS ³ MULTIMUSE
ㅤ EST. FEBRUARY 2025. [ © ]
erik's blog being so clean makes me want to tidy things up here ... moving blogs is not out of the realm of possibility although hinges entirely on how lazy or not lazy i'm feeling.
i created the new blog to test out aesthetics and i'm already enjoying it far more so i'll be finalizing everything later today and giving everyone i want to remain mutuals with a follow !
erik's blog being so clean makes me want to tidy things up here ... moving blogs is not out of the realm of possibility although hinges entirely on how lazy or not lazy i'm feeling.
happy father's day to hans, who's an excellent father and infinitely better than hanush ever was ( but happy father's day to hanush too i GUESS, hanush had his moments, i'll give him that ) and that is so important to me. he may be a cringefail but he's an incredible father. he definitely left heinrich in uzhitz when heinrich was five but he noticed before he was halfway back to rattay and godwin lives in uzhitz, so it's fine. it's so fine. dad of the century.
As someone who has been having a lot of them lately, I’m here to remind you all, A bad day is just a bad day ✨
YOU MOW DOWN MEN LIKE ELDER - STEMS, and you leave women sighing for one last sight of you ; but they do wrong ... you are a man of mist, and have no shadow. god save you, lancelot ! if i laugh at you, i laugh in envy and admiration.
** private && selective LANCELOT DU LAC from arthurian legend, with inspiration taken from a variety of sources ... as adapted by kait ( twenty - four, any pronouns ) ! est. 2023
reply speed ≠ my interest in our thread / plot / or you, in general.
❝ THE MIDDLE AGES HAVE BEGUN! ... fuck , i always wanted to say that. ❞ — independent , selective && mutuals only portrayal of deadbeat father and glamrocker extraordinaire … NIHIL EMERITUS ZERO ! from the lore of the band gh!ost ! almost entirely headcanon based ... as beaten with a stick by JESTER! ( he / him , 29 )
SAFEGUARD : FOR INGVAR TO SAVE HANS FROM A LIFE THREATENING EVENT.
THE FUR COAT HANS HAD BEEN WEARING IS FRAYED AND TATTERED FROM COMBAT, and he's cold, he's fucking cold, without another soul in sight but the fire monks singing a siren's song of flames, a tempting solace to the Tarnished bitten by the frost of the Mountaintops of the Giants. But the Fire Giant awaits, and so Hans trudges forward and through the snow, heated by exhaustion and the insulation his armor offers and nothing else, frost clinging to his eyelashes. Exhaustion, however, could only fuel a man, and armor could only shield a man from the cold, for so long. He trudges, and trudges, and trudges toward a cave for shelter but falls short. Why he comes to from what he thought to be death in the cave, then, blanketed by a cloth — a lot of cloth, or perhaps a large, large cloth — perplexes Hans. What perplexes Hans further is the giant crouching by the cave's maw, but the Fire Giant, the being is not, dressed in greens and browns. A being of the Earth, Hans would guess, rather than of fire. But isn't the Fire Giant the last of the giants? And if the giant sitting before him is affiliated with the Fire Giant, then is he in danger? It's instinctually that Hans tries, tries, to shift further back into the cave and away from the giant but groans and grimaces at the dull, burning ache of what he guesses is his body defrosting. "Who are you?" However wary Hans is, @riiese had brought him to the cave, hadn't he? Why? "... Did you bring me here?"
no shade in the shadow of the cross
the sudden opening of the door is a surprise, that much is for certain. it's definitely not the first time he's been walked on on whilst stark bollock naked, but he can't remember the last time that someone called him sir whilst staring directly at his cock. in a way, it's almost flattering, especially when that someone happens to be the rightful lord of the very town that he's currently staying in. he wonders briefly if anyone has ever managed to flush a deeper shade of red in their life.
he doesn't know which innuendo to tackle first, but perhaps it would be kinder to ignore them entirely. ‘ indeed i am. though it's been a while since i've been as far south as rattay, so i planned on staying for at least a few days. ’ he pulls on a pair of blue hose and although they leave little to the imagination, it's certainly better than just standing around with his balls out. ‘ hopefully i'm not intruding? because i can always go back to the upper castle, if it makes you feel better... ’
HOW IS THE HOSE SOMEHOW WORSE? For Christ's sake, wear some braies with the hose! Hans is silent, however, and staring again not at Felix but at the window, now, that the spring winds gale through. A storm is brewing, so says the humidity and the billowing clouds. If only the heat could be blamed fully for his flushed face. "No!" Christ alive, tone it back. He clears his throat again. "No, it's all right. I wasn't anticipating to see you, is all." And he certainly wasn't anticipating to see all of Sir Cragsnow. "I wouldn't dream of subjecting you to more Hanush." He smiles, albeit warily. "For however long as you'd like, you're always welcome here." He pulls at the collar of his doublet. "It's ... hellishly hot, isn't it?" No, it truly isn't hellishly hot, regardless of how afire the Lord of Pirkstein is. He clears his throat for the third time. "If you need lighter clothes, you're more than welcome to look through the chest in my room." He pauses. It'd be wise to redirect the conversation from clothing and nakedness and instead to — "I hope you didn't run into trouble whilst riding down here, by the way, with all of the bandits on the roads — no doubt Sigismund's doing."
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IT’S IMPORTANT THAT YOU KNOW YOUR RIGHTS.
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We Have Rights is primarily used to know your rights in the aftermath of being detained. It provides videos on the different aspects of what rights you have such as having a right to an attorney, etc.
One of the most important thing to do is to have an EMERGENCY PLAN. The thought of being deported is terrifying and no one should be complacent in the actions this administration is taking. Regardless, it is happening and we cannot ignore it and it’s important to be prepared if you are affected by this reality. Having an emergency plan is important so whoever is not being detained knows who to contact, what medications are needed, the doctors, etc. are all put together in the instance the worst case happens. We Have Rights have the preparedness document at the bottom of the website if you are in need of one.
I would not change coming from a family of immigrants. I would choose it in every life time and to my fellow community, I hope you would too.
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samuel steps behind hans, before placing a cold towel around his neck. the blazing sun actually feels like it might descend and swallow them whole at this rate. and honestly, he'd welcome it. at least then, he won't have to listen to a certain someone any longer. " here. you've been grumbling all day about how hot it is, yet you haven't done anything to combat it. "
AND, CHRIST, IS THE COLD WELCOMED. He'd been startled, cringing at the sudden cold and with shoulders tense, but had sighed within moments at the sheer solace, however small, from the cruelty of the summer sun. Who'd provided such succor, though, is a surprise to the Lord of Pirkstein: Samuel, though it isn't without a tinge of annoyance. "I've been thinking of how to best combat the heat," Hans' counter isn't without a note of annoyance, too, but lacks sincere bite. "And I've come to the conclusion that I'll be locating the nearest lake to submerge myself in until the sun's properly set — preferably a spot in the lake that's in the shade." Albeit only slightly, Hans softens, "You're welcome to ride out with me, if you'd like."
grief is a comfort.
rather, the familiarity of it.
when henry kneels to touch their names — anna, martin — it’s a deliberate leveling; a locus for his heartache. strange that he has to remind himself that they’re gone when he feels it daily in the silence, in the still-soft ground beneath his feet, but when he does something foolish, like sleep with a politician’s wife, get her pregnant, and keep it a secret from the man he’s fallen in love with for instance … well. it’s like ma and pa never left, with their scolding.
henry.
he startles, looking back.
“christ, hans … ”
henry wipes at the corner of one eye, red-rimmed and tired. he laughs as he rises to his feet. it's a short, humorless thing.
“i was just, uh,” in the summer green-smeared distance, the graveyard’s caretaker starts to mow the grass. “visiting. my parents.” as if he might be there for something else. his stomach lurches, and the urge is there: to ask for forgiveness, to fall against hans and lance this awful pain … but grief has also made him covetous, so he packs it away for later, for another visit, another day.
“did you … ” follow me. “why are you here?”
HANS HADN'T PURPOSEFULLY PRIED INTO HENRY'S PAST. Hans had been interested, but it was through Zizka Hans had become privy to Henry's past, to the circumstances of Henry's parents' deaths. It was in the news, Zizka'd said, but Hans had been in England then, at university. The fact that he hadn't known is mortifying, and the fact that he knows now not by Henry but by Zizka is even more mortifying. He's looking at Henry differently, now, at Henry's eyes exhausted and red from, Christ, possibly crying but possibly from exhaustion, too. Likely both. "My parents are here, too, actually." He's aware, though, of what Henry almost asked: Did you follow me? He hadn't, although he had stopped by Henry's shop earlier, so to say he hadn't followed Henry before would be a lie. But Henry doesn't need to know how desperate he is. How desperate he is, too, to hold Henry, head against his shoulder, and to tell Henry that it's all right, that all of it is all right, and that he's here. His eyes, blinking back tears, burn with sympathy. Murdered in a robbery. Fuck. "Could I —" It's strange to ask. "— hug you?" And it's strange to not wait for an answer, gathering Henry into his arms, grimacing at an aching heart, at how strange it truly is, at how right it truly is.
declaring this on main because it's important: zizka / katherine / hynek throuple. thank you for your time.
