#pazzodidio

[ambrosiiius]

@pazzodidio

          “And what would you do if you truly met a demon?”

[bonhcmme]

@pazzodidio

    The idiota rubbed his nose, sniffling a little from the surrounding cold. “Well if you think that don’t ever go to Gubbio.” He said, half-smiling. “There is some hope for wolves and the sheep men sometimes make of themselves.”

     The nose-rubbing caught his attention as a sign of a possible customer. But first— “I do, yes. Not because cooperation is impossible.” He more than most had reason to believe the opposite. “But men are not and never will think the same.”

[mcrtyre-a-blog]

IT WAS NOT AN UNCOMMON SIGHT TO FIND jehannette asleep in her father’s garden while the sheep grazed just a few feet away, especially in the mid morning hours before her father usually came to check on her. it was one of the few moments she would have to herself. her brothers were out with her father, her mother was in the house still tending to catherine, her friend hauvette was still helping her mother at her home, and henri was most likely helping his father. there was no one to distract jehannette from her own thoughts, and it was most often now that her angels would come to visit her.

A LAMB DECIDED TO JOIN HER AND NUZZLED up to the girl’s side, and for another moment the two of them enjoyed the quiet. soon, however, jehannette had the urge to open her eyes. it was an itch in her mind and her heart and when she did she was greeted by the familiar near blinding light of her celestial visitors. ❛❛ saint michael, are you here ? ❜❜

( @pazzodidio / SMOL STARTERS / accepting! )

[ofthewhitehands]

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Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse. // Accepting

The first pony Lyanna had owned was named Merrylegs. She was five. Her  first horse was a warhorse that she called shadow since he was completely black and loved to run.

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[nolongerbe-blog]

❝ pray telleth, might i join thee ? ❞

▋ / canon juliet for @pazzodidio

[ghoulishundertakings]

@pazzodidio

“I fed them with...” she had to think, stare hard at the dark water and the swimming tadpoles in the shallows, dodging getting scooped up by larger minnows. “My mother,” she said, finally, after five minutes of silence, thought she felt it only mili-seconds. 

“The ducks,” she finished, with far more alacrity, now that she had remembered the more particular person the rest of the story seemed easier. “We brought them bread, but I don’t think that’s all that good for them. Pretty sure there are signs up somewhere saying not to -- they are nice to watch though.”

[herateleia-blog]

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((Yessss~ (shhhhhh let the twins love you Irulan)

Irulan voice:  I don’t know what I did to deserve them. :|||

( internally ) I don’t know what I did to deserve them. :’)

[ofxavalon-archive]

@pazzodidio

         His face was upturned, eyes to the cross, to God. Once, he had been worthy of the Grail, of the siege perilous. He wasn’t now, he knew that with the return of his memory. It was fate’s way, he supposed, of reminding him not to go looking for the relic again. His had rose briefly, as if to touch the crucifix, and then dropped to his side. “I wish my calling had been the church.”