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dazed & at attention 🍂 ⭕️
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a pair of multi-tinted glasses, tired goth butch femme dyke that still just wants to be held, make out, and wake up to tea. freed from the domain of plants in glass boxes.
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and that is why to this day you can find sea oats in some places far inland and why you can never find oat barons.
“as i am a spirit of oats surely, but a spirit of sea oats. your baron ruined my village but by power only. i have little power, but by my wit, i have ruined them all. Now we are free. I will go home, now.” the farmer took his story back to the village & with it some of the spirit’s oats to remember
“spirit, what is this, where are the oat hordes that tormented us so?” the spirit replied, “i am an oat spirit and your masters bade me make them oats. but they are not farmers, they know only greed and power and so were blinded by it. they saw oats but what i make are sea oats.”
in the weeks after, a farmer from the closest village came to inspect the oat hordes. he had been forced to grow them before the spirit came and so might as well see what became of his labors. as he peered down into the vaults, he saw grain surely, but none of it oats.
and so the spirit did and so did this next oat baron’s pride and evil grow while distracted his power waned. & so did he too perish in a duel with one of his fellow barons. and that baron as well and the one after him. until powerless, the final oath baron fell to grief & the world was free of them
that oat baron took for himself the former most powerful’s hoard and with it the spirit from the village in the coast. “what do you bid me do oh great oat baron?” the spirit asked dutiful as ever. “make me oats, my cunning allowed me to defeat your master, but i will always need more power to keep.”
the oat baron bade him make oats for him day and night while out he went to make merriment in his own awful ways with the freedom of endless plunder. but in his folly and his pride he did not see the power of his begin to weaken and in a duel with the next most powerful of oat barons he was defeated
the oat baron was amazed and his greed came out in full force. “if this is your power than i shall take you as plunder and rule all the land from the comfort of my own tower.” the spirit replied dutifully, “of course lord for how could one such as i defy you.” and so the spirit went back with him.
“that is why sir in my feeble form, you do not know i am an oat spirit.” the baron was baffled and insisted, “if that is so then prove it, show me the grains you speak for” and with that the spirit summoned a spout of tall grass and at its tip was a bundle of oats.
the baron was insulted and spat back at the spirit, “what way do you suppose, i, greatest of oat barons, most powerful, do not already know”. the spirit replied once more, “i know you most powerful sir and so i do not doubt your knowledge nor that i must mean little to you.”
one day after raiding a coastal village, the baron met a spirit on his way to the sea. “out of the way”, he said, “the well runs dry. i must seek new lands to stuff my hordes with & for that i must cross this great sea.” the spirit replied, “but baron there is a much better way to get what you seek”
the most powerful oat baron had a horde of immeasurable size and so could do the most that he wilt with the least morals. for how could a baron hoard so much and still have any at all. it was never enough and he endlessly sought and leeched more oats with his ever increasing power.
once upon a time, there was an oat baron. he was more powerful than all the oat barons of which there were 5. each had a great hoard of oats with which he could do terrible magics in the pursuit of power, which they did of course as oat barons are wont to do.
i’m hearing they’ve discovered a new thing you’re not allowed to do in baseball
the library doesn’t have skeletons in its closet
only bc the skeleton was on display in the front room for some godforsaken reason back in ‘66
*ominously from the shadows* maybe so, but still we glimpse yet pretend not the lost art of duplo and lego together on the same carpet, as lives the mutualistic doll house in the hot wheels carrying case. are those days of power lost, are those forbidden forms truly dead?
okay definitely better between friends and jysk it is ALSO a curse word depending on the situation
cave johnson sounds like a bottom growth joke -parker
honey have you just been calling all your friends assholes??
but i love making my short trek to the website🥺