so no time to sew a new dress for Oxford Rennaissance Festival this year so i cobbled some stuff together from old dresses and a black summer dress i snagged to be used as a costume base at some point.
Come hang w me this weekend at Oxford Renn! There’s pirates n shit its dope as hell, its in Dorchester, Oxford County, Ontario
this weekend was dope as fuck and im pretty sure i didn’t get more than one bug bite camping so im fuckn pleased.
have this pic of the full costume with all the shit added, pollen count was buckwild ergo mask and it was cold ergo cape. the whole thing together had more of a rogue/pirate aesthetic than planned, but what would yall call this aesthetic??? Roast me in the notes thanx
I don’t know it you do it by land or by sea but you def look like you steal shit
fuck yea thievery
You look like the thief that lives in the woods that are probably enchanted but nobody knows because everyone else is too scared to willingly go in there and many, many people have gotten lost but you know the place like the back of your hand. Every once in a while someone finds your temporary camp by complete accident and you don’t steal from those people – but the rich assholes parading their way through the woods on the one reliable path are a definite target. The definite target. They don’t even see you coming, and the ambush happens before they know it, and then you’ve vanished, but nobody ever sees you running – you’re just gone. You vibe off the vibe that you know a lot about healing – maybe not as much as someone who studies healing for a living, but definitely enough to patch up wounded travelers or rescued captives.
Somehow, though even though you’re a thief living in the enchanted woods, you’re best friends with the queen, and she always greets you happily whenever you grace the castle with your presence – granted, nobody knows how you got into the castle, because the guards never got the opportunity to stop you and the servants never got to announce your presence, but you just showed up and nobody dares to try and throw you out because you and the queen have just sat down to share a bottle of fine wine
bruh this is fuckin dope as hell does anyone wanna start a webcomic on this premise
I love this but also the energy is vaguely “Theshitpostcalligrapher is dead, long live theshitpostcalligrapher.”
Like you draw the nib from the stone and suddenly it’s now your job.
Whoso pulleth out this nib from this stone and inkwell is rightwise king of all shitposts.
kljlljkldfjl like an inherited mantle.
okay how bout this i’ll pack all my nibs and inks in sealed containers and set up an elaborate treasure hunt for em on the off chance i just straight up die somewhere
Didn’t you marry Gaud? Are you even allowed to die anymore?
to clarify grammatically, yeeten here is used because it is the past participle, yote is the simple past of the verb “to yeet” and therefor not applicable here. To flip your main noun to the subject of the sentence, grammar demands you use an auxiliary verb (in this case to be) and the past participle. This is what is known as using the passive voice.
But consider: yaught
we are NOT bringing semimodals into this i thought i was OUT OF LANGUAGE HELL
i just realized what all of this reminds me of it reminds me of the time I spent 20 minutes in high school German debating with my friends how the word “derp” should be conjugated re: regular or irregular conjugation
Gaud IS the dress, they just found a suitable human to ferry them down the aisle
great, NOW im imagining a venom scenario where gaud simply detaches a portion of themselves in order for the vows to be done, a la eddie brock/venom as a danger noodle
lookit my little bowtie
IT TOOK ME A MOTHERFUCKING MONTH BUT I GOT IT DONE HEY @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses I DID THE THING I DREW US FANCY POLITICAL MARRIAGE FANTASY WEDDING CLOTHES
Funfax my birthday and name have some ridic hilarious levels of “chosen one” bullshittrey bc my name literally means “universe tree” in mandarin like. If I had to read about a girl named universe tree who was born on the darkest day of the year with a bloodline that traced back to an ancient
Xiongnu prince I’d immediately start to not care
All hail the savior, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
please no my life is enough of a clusterfuck of tomfuckery enough without ancient destinies please let me hoard my swords and pens in peace
We have met…my antithesis…
In other words, this summer solstice baby said waddup
Legends tell of the 4 children of destiny, cardinal beacons who are to protect existence as it is understood. They are each born on their hallowday, with their armies pulled from the masses of the universe to the wombs of mortals destined to bear them. When they are of age, they shall ride with their armies into the shroud of battle, laying down the very spiritual effervescence they are blessed with on the line to keep the balance of the worlds steady.
And until that day comes I plan to stay in my fucking goblin cave with as many bags of doritos as goddamn possible.
odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”
Oðinn spake:
Bright the sun shone | at the time of Þor’s birth, And bathed his count’nance fair. Loki, wolf-father, | the trickster, the liar, I found on the cold pavement While returning in glory | from a grand hunt For a 3 AM quesadilla.
