must we pit two kings against each other
This brings me joy
Aeolidis tumulum festivae cerne catellae, quam dolui inmodice raptam mihi praepete fato.
Behold the tomb of Aeolis, the cheerful little dog, whose loss to fleeting fate pained me beyond measure.
Raeda[r]um custos numquam latravit inepte. nunc silet et cineres vindicat um- bra suos.
This guard of the coaches never barked unsuitably. Now he is silent and his shade protects his ashes.
Quam dulcis fuit ista quam benigna quae cum viveret in sinu iacebat somni conscia semper et cubilis o factum male Myia quod peristi latrares modo si quis adcubaret rivalis dominae licentiosa o factum male Myia quod peristi altum iam tenet insciam sepulcrum nec sevire potes nec insilire nec blandis mihi morsib(us) renides.
How sweet and friendly she was! While she was alive she used to lie in the lap, always sharing sleep and bed. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! You would only bark if some rival took the liberty of lying up against your mistress. What a shame, Midge, that you have died! The depths of the grave now hold you and you know nothing about it. You cannot go wild nor jump on me, and you do not bare your teeth at me with bites that do not hurt.
Portavi lacrimis madidus te nostra catella, quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus. ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis osculla mille nec poteris collo grata cubare meo. tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis, morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam; perdidimus quales, hei mihi, delicias. tu dulcis, Patrice, nostras attingere mensas consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos, lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus, accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
Bedewed with tears I have carried you, our little dog, as in happier circumstances I did fifteen years ago. So now, Patrice, you will no longer give me a thousand kisses, nor will you be able to lie affectionately round my neck. You were a good dog, and in sorrow I have placed you in a marble tomb, and I have united you forever to myself when I die. You readily matched a human with your clever ways; alas, what a pet we have lost! You, sweet Patrice, were in the habit of joining us at table and fawningly asking for food in our lap, you were accustomed to lick with your greedy tongue the cup which my hands often held for you and regularly to welcome your tired master with wagging tail.
Source: Electronic Archive of Greek and Latin Epigraphy
Claiming the "I was a stay before the VMAs” ticket.
with the spamton sweepstakes and fangamer spamton q&a there's a lot of interesting lore implications however i would like to make a prediction for chapter 3 & 4 based on nothing but one of the fangamer answers
[Death/Scythe] and [Puppet/Cat] obviously mean Jevil and Spamton, right? So i think the other two will relate to the other secret bosses. One a thunder based boss with 'light' attacks, possibly stage lights if chapter 3 is tv themed, and a dark boss with star based attacks, whatever that means.
anyways we'll see when the chapters comes out whether i was right or if I'm just talking out of my ass
it's for science; what's your age and do u know how to burn CDs?
Tbh I wouldn't be surprised if this actually happened
actually skulduggery came back out of spite because ghastly told him that “not even he can get up after death” change my mind
I keep thinking about that tweet asking what would sp be like if one of the other dead men mentored Valkyrie and I can’t stop imagining the chaos that would have been Val and Saracen. Instead of the romantically inept straight™️ phase 1 val we could’ve had smooth talking lesbian/bisexual Val (whichever you’re preference) from the start
Just imagine how the Caelan situation would’ve played out:
Valkyrie: so there’s this vampire...
Saracen: ah, we’ve all been there Valkyrie. My best advice is to just sleep with him and get it out of your system.
Valkyrie: you’ve slept with a vampire?
Saracen: Valkyrie at this point there’s not much I haven’t slept with... except maybe the sea hag, but that’s purely because I can never seem to find her.
Valkyrie (looking horrified): what about the children of the spider?
Saracen:
Saracen: Anyway, moving on...
Reblog to send care packages to our troops on the front lines (ao3 volunteers) in their fight against this eminent threat (DDoS attacker).
Babygirl your boobs look ENORMOUS in this shot