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Coriolanus when Sejanus gets sent to the handing tree even though he is the reason why.
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I like to reuse my meme
Coriolanus when Sejanus gets sent to the handing tree even though he is the reason why.
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Elia Martell is my roman empire. I am crashing out; crashing to fanfic writing. Poor sweet Elia Martell and her children
It has been a few days so here is my meme reuse.
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I like writing fanfic where Coryo Snow lives his trophy wife's life. It is silly.
Like I know Coryo would not do it but a trophy wife is the easiest way to be rich. Smh, can not believe the canon Coryo fumble trophy wife arc.
Forest
Lilia x Yuu
The summer rain fell gently on the apple branches, creating a soft symphony as droplets danced with the leaves. Lights from heaven pierced through the canopy, casting ethereal shadows on the forest floor. In this tranquil setting, Yuu sat with their back against a sturdy tree, their fingers gently strumming the strings of a weathered guitar. Lilia lay comfortably in Yuu's lap, their eyes closed, basking in the melody and the warmth of the moment.
"Come take my hand," Yuu sang their voice a tender caress that blended seamlessly with the melody. "Let me be in your forest."
Lilia sighed contentedly, feeling the vibrations of Yuu's voice resonate through their being. The words held a nostalgic weight, reminding them of a time long ago when they were entwined in a love that spanned the ages. As the last note lingered in the air, the scene shifted.
Now, it was Lilia's turn to sing, and the forest seemed to respond to the shift in energy. The rain continued its gentle descent, a natural accompaniment to Lilia's haunting voice. Yuu's eyes were closed, lost in the melody, as Lilia began to sing with a voice that carried the weight of memories.
"Sometimes you think loneliness is better than pain," Lilia sang, their voice resonating with a melancholic beauty. "And you sink deeper in your valley."
The clear oasis and yet another mood swing. - Arabian Nights
Beta read by Gory_Gyaru.
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Amidst the arduous trek to a desolate and parched oasis, Yuu gazed upon the barren expanse, feeling the relentless desert heat bearing down on them. With a weary sigh, Yuu turned back to find the rest of the group still trudging along, having arrived at this desolate place a full 16 minutes ahead of everyone else.
"Yuu! Yuu! Why're you lost in thought? Is the scorching sun getting to you?" Grim called out, rushing over to where Yuu stood. Yuu gently stroked Grim's head, the feline monster emitting a faint purr in response. "I was just reflecting... It's nothing, Grim," Yuu replied, preempting any further inquiries or admonishments from Grim.
But before Grim could press for more answers or chide Yuu about being treated like a child, a resounding command rang out, forcing everyone to come to a sudden halt.
Jamil, lending a hand to Kalim as he dismounted the elephant, announced, "We'll take a fifteen-minute break, then make our way back to the dorm."
Grim, seemingly exasperated by the bizarre sight before him, exclaimed, "Finally, some water... Wait. What kinda bizarro oasis is this?! It's empty!"
But just as thirst and confusion began to weigh on them, Kalim, with a radiant grin, took charge. "If you want water, then water you shall have, and I'll make it cool and refreshing for you!" He extended his hand, his magestone glinting in the sunlight that peeked through the makeshift cover. "Respite in the scalding sands, a never-ending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!"
Yuu's mind immediately sparked with admiration. What an incredibly useful magic to possess! To conjure water amid this dry desert—such power would be coveted by many.
"Oooh! Sweet, merciful rain!" Grim rejoiced, dashing towards the oasis with his nimble feline legs, embracing the refreshing drizzle of water with unbridled enthusiasm.
Observing the other students and Grim luxuriating in the oasis, Yuu couldn't help but overhear their comments. "I was feeling like a withered husk for a minute there, but this water's refreshing me from the inside out," one student whispered to a friend, while another sighed in relief, saying, "Ahhh, I needed that."
As Yuu contemplated their next steps, a sudden yip pierced the air, diverting their attention to where Grim, Kalim, and Jamil were gathered. Yuu let out a resigned sigh before making their way over.
Kalim, still reveling in the success of his spell, turned to Yuu with enthusiasm. "You really like it? If water's all you want, then I'll produce enough to fill this whole oasis. That's my signature spell, Oasis Maker."
Upon seeing Yuu approach, Kalim became more animated. "Ah! Yu-Yu. I can call you that, right? Never mind! I was just talking about my signature spell. Anyway, it allows me to expend a little bit of magic power to produce large volumes of the finest water."
Yuu responded with a nonchalant sigh, "Call me whatever you want."
Grim, never one to miss a chance to voice his thoughts, chimed in, "Y'know, making a buncha water seems really low-key for a signature spell. There are plenty of other spells that let you conjure water," as he playfully splashed some of that water onto Yuu.
Kalim chuckled heartily at Grim's comment, acknowledging, "I beg to differ. The point of Oasis Maker is its efficiency. It produces a lot using a very small amount of magic. Back before the advent of running water, one would have had to draw their own water and boil it to sterilize it. A spell like mine would have been a tremendous boon back then. But I guess you're right. Now that running water is a widespread service, it's not the most useful of spells. Aha ha! But hey! I'm still confident that the water I conjure is the finest, most delicious water in all the land."
Grim, after taking a sip of the water, chimed in thoughtfully, "Now that you mention it, it's basically the perfect temperature. Not too cold to drink, but not lukewarm either. And it goes down all nice 'n smooth, like fresh spring water."
Jamil couldn't help but inject a hint of sarcasm as he commented, "Since when are monsters this sensitive to water? What are you, some sort of culinary genius for liquids?"
Yuu joined in the banter with a chuckle, saying, "Hehe, you'll be surprised at how picky a cat-weasel can be."
Grim, slightly indignant, retorted, "Hey, I resent that! I've got a discerning palate for everything! Also, I am neither a cat nor a weasel!" as he stomped his paws in mock anger.
"I figured! I was right to hope you would appreciate the difference. Here, have a cracker as a treat," Kalim said as he playfully stuffed a cracker into Grim's mouth. Grim struggled to speak with his mouth full of crackers, but Kalim gleefully continued to feed him more.
Yuu intervened, recognizing the potential for Grim to have digestive issues. "That's enough. I don't want Grim to have a stomach issue later, and besides, I need to talk with Grim anyway," they said, pulling Grim away from Kalim's enthusiastic cracker-feeding.
Yuu and Grim ventured deeper into the oasis, seeking some respite. Yuu voiced their concerns, saying, "He's acting differently than he was before we set out. Not to mention how dull his eyes are. Ugh, my head hurts between this and not hearing from any of my seven parents. I feel stretched thin, if I'm honest."
Grim, more focused on satisfying his hunger, remarked, "Now that ya mention it, it's like those were two different guys."
Meanwhile, Kalim, somewhat oblivious to the conversation, turned to Jamil, asking, "Hm? Did you say something, Jamil?"
Jamil sighed and responded, "Kalim, our fifteen minutes are just about up. Let's assemble the students and get back to the dorm."
Kalim appeared a bit perplexed and protested, "Already? A little more time to catch our breath wouldn't hurt them any."
Jamil let out another resigned sigh and replied, "The sun will rise higher if we take too long. The hotter it gets, the worse our trip back will be."
Realizing the wisdom in Jamil's words, Kalim rallied everyone, shouting, "You've got a point. Okay, guys! Let's get back to the dorm and have breakfast! Back to marching!" Despite some grumbling and complaints about not having enough time at the oasis, the group eventually complied.
As they resumed their march, Yuu hung back a bit from the group, needing a moment to think and make another attempt to reach their parents. They made around seventy tries, but every attempt was met with silence. Yuu let out a deep sigh. If their parents wouldn't respond now, perhaps they would answer Yuu's call later. Yuu could only hope this communication barrier wouldn't last long; not being able to contact their parents was a new and unsettling experience. With another sigh, Yuu started to hum a melody that resonated with the current desert landscape, finding solace in the familiar tune.
~ Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place Where the caravan camels roam Where it's flat and immense/they cut off your ear and the heat is intense/if they don't like your face It's barbaric, but hey, it's home When the wind's from the east And the sun's from the west And the sand in the glass is right Come on down, stop on by Hop a carpet and fly to another Arabian night Arabian nights~
Like Arabian days More often than not are hotter than hot in a lot of good ways Arabian nights~
'neath Arabian moons A fool off his guard could fall and fall hard out there on the dunes~
As Yuu finished the last notes of the soothing melody, they led the group back to the dorm. Unbeknownst to anyone, not even Yuu themselves, a shadowy figure loomed, bending toward Yuu's own shadow. It wore a sinister, wide smile as it merged seamlessly with Yuu's silhouette.
Inside the dorm, Yuu couldn't shake the feeling of a sudden chill running down their spine, as if an unseen presence was observing them. A quick, cautious glance around revealed nothing out of the ordinary, and Yuu dismissed the sensation as mere imagination. With a subtle shiver, they continued toward the lounge area where the rest of the group awaited their return, unaware of the unsettling shadow that now lingered within.
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A: I have been running, walking, suffering. All for what.
D: Yuu need us.
A:..right yeah that. Why did they shut down the magic portal.
D: I don't know.
What if I write a Snowjanus fanfic where Sejanus is an omega and pregnant with Coryo's child when he gets "hung" but really he was thrown into an underground lab by Dr. Gaul and becomes a avox and Coriolanus plus the plinth later found 2 years later, that Sejanus is alive. Alive but not Sejanus. Like he is quiet, soft, scared. Eyes dull brown and not the warm honey brown.
And it will be called tied the rope of poison around my heart.
What if...
Should I write this
yes
no
A line that can have two different meanings: writing prompt
Oh yes, I do love you.
I’m finally free
Stars carry memories.
From where the sun touches you can find me.
Mom, do you remember me.
Look at how far I can go.
Love will be the end of me
Catch me if you can.
Sorry, but I am tired
I kept going, I reached the end. It was unimaginably beautiful.
I can see the light.
The view is always better from the other side.
Let's go on that trip someday.
I want to start it over.
Ok that is the end.
This is it.
Freedom at last.
Hey, do you wanna hear what happened to me today.
I wish to see the sunset with you.
Sweet dreams
You are my sunshine
To new beginnings.
Do not mess with my mascara.
I do not get paid enough to deal with this.
Oh yes, I do adore you.
Not today, Satan.
We met as strangers and left as friends.
I know
Do not leave me!
I have always hated the silence.