Tom Sawyer

© everlark

Somewhere Only We Know 

traveling-little-prince:

tomsawyr:

Tom shifted uncomfortably from the question. His own memory failed to place an identity to this man and yet he hinted so plainly that he ought to know him. There was a slight twinge of fear that perhaps he didn’t want to know at all—perhaps this stranger was better off as a stranger.

He quickened his pace in attempt to distract the other with their intended destination and pointed off into the distance.

"There’s your schoolhouse, sir. S’posin’ that’s all you came here for, I’ve got to go—my aunt’s expectin’—"

He trailed off and slowly turned so not to arouse suspicion, while conveniently remembering the errands he was sent on and accepting them as a reasonable excuse to leave abruptly.

Tom gestured to the schoolhouse that was still a bit of a walk away, yet still in plain sight. The young man sighed,”So it is…” he didn’t really have much memories with the schoolhouse other than waiting for his friends to be released on boring afternoons.

He whipped around catching the young boy before he’d started to make his way back to town,”Actually—” was it him or did it appear as if Tom had become more abrupt with him? It was peculiar, but the Prince could swear he was reading an incredible discomfort from his younger friend (for whatever reason, he was unsure of).

"…I don’t intend to ask too much from you, but…"

'This is unbearable, he looks frightened but I have told him little to nothing.'

”..have you met a boy with yellow hair and regal robes yet?”

He was planning to dart off as soon he was out of arm’s reach of the stranger, but the question stunned him for a moment.

Y—e—s—

Tom slowly turned around taking in one last glimpse of the stranger. That might’ve been it—he looked an awful lot like his young friend. It would explain the feeling of having seen him before, if nothing else did.

"Are you a relative of his?" the boy cocked his head, keeping in mind that his young yellow-haired friend was from beyond the stars, and this man may perhaps hold a similar exotic quality about him.

By and by, there was enough curiosity attached to keep Tom’s company a while longer and hear the man out.

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#fun and games #body horror #pediophobia #// I'm alughing so hard at this thing omg #// victorian toys are a marvel #Queue on the Mississippi

Tom you made me miss you and huck so darn much I had to reread my books!! 😊


"When you find a good book, it’s hard not to read it again once or twice—or maybe seven times.”

…great books are weighed and measured by their style and matter and not by the trimmings and shadings of their grammer.

— Mark Twain, a Biography

#ic #asks #jillythellama #// sometimes Twainquotes appear

Tom I've been feelin awful down lately 😞 you always seem so darn cheery I was hopin awful bad that you might consider given me a hug. Lord knows I could sure use one right bout now.

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"Aw, shucks, certainly—"

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"Why, you’re the sweetest stranger I’ve had ‘round for a while. You ought to come play with me n’ the gang. I bet that’ll cheer you up some!”

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#musings

lambormaam:

Pardon sad Sawyer folks, he just fucked up on a conspiracy.

#lambormaam #Tom Sawyer #Huck Finn #art #Tom Sawyer's Conspiracy #Queue on the Mississippi

traveling-little-prince:

tomsawyr:

Tom finally sat up, but with more annoyance than curiosity. He would have hoped Joe Harper had more sense to identify something so simple as an animal that lit up—

"You certain that weren’t j’st a lightnin’ bug?”

Taken aback, the Prince frowned at the other boy and huffed,”Of course I’m certain! It was bigger than that, I’m not dull minded to get mixed up by a lightning bug.”

Now, with confirmation that the mysterious creature was indeed a thing worth investigating the opportunity seemed too grand to pass up. Tom knew it too, and it ate him up inside that he would turn it down no matter how interesting this thing was. He doubted he could move if a million of these things appeared at once on his doorstep.

By and by, a quick idea presented itself—he’d buy some time and maybe he’d feel up to it later. It was the least he could do for himself—something to look forward to and time to prepare. But, best of all, it would rid himself of any pestering company for a few hours.

"Then," he spoke calmly so not to cause suspicion, "why’d you come here in the middle of the day? Anyone with a lick of sense would know that a cre’ture that lights up would be easier to find at nighttime, now, wouldn’t it?”

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dysphoricangel:

tomsawyr:

The boy frowned when his hand was smacked away, he knew she was joking—that is until her shout made him nearly jump out of his skin. Now this seemed real, but he hoped it wasn’t.

He glanced to the door, hesitating in taking another peek. Some things were better off unseen, but he had to ask—

"How do you mean red—like blood red?”

"I-I don’t know, Tom, it was j-jus’ red!

She grabbed his hand, “C’mon, we gotta tell Miz Lillian Jean—” Theo dragged him along as she hastily wheeled down the hall. “She said—she said—that if we see anything other than a regular room then—then—then we gotta tell her, she said!” Her hand was shaking, much more than her panicked voice was.

Tom was convinced that this was the best course of action, but he reconsidered—there was adventure in it—and two persons seeing a strange thing gave it more credibility. He pulled his hand away once this distinction was made—

"Now hold on, j’st red ain’t a cause ‘nuff for alarm, Theo. I’ll brave it, don’t you worry none."

He turned for the door and with a quick, deep breath, crouched down to peek in again. Then, with astonishment, shouted into the keyhole—

"Why—there’s nothin' there!”

#dysphoricangel #ic #rp #untitled 221

“Trust you to get sick on a Saturday.” 

askjoeharper:

tomsawyr:

"Don’t I know it," he rolled his eyes as his slow friend came tromping behind.

When Joe was catching up, the other boy sprung on ahead keeping a facade of ‘style’ to his escape by sliding up against walls and crawling from one hiding place to another, beckoned with his hand again as he darted for the nearby woods. 

Joe tried to laugh, but ended up in another coughing fit instead. 

The redhead did his best to follow his friend and mimic his actions, but his tired and weak limbs simply wouldn’t do what he wanted them to. Never the less he kept at it, or at least did so until he tripped over a branch and fell to the ground. 

Joe!

Tom broke character as soon as he’d heard his friend’s plight and rushed over to aid his fallen comrade.

"You alright, Joe? You ain’t hurt, now, are you? Landsakes if you’ve managed another broken bone, I wouldn’t know what to do with you! Though I reckon that ain’t the case—you’re j’st clumsy is all, Joe Harper,” the boy extended his hand as soon as his teasing was over, “come on now, get up!”

#askjoeharper #ic #rp #//switched over to text woo #Saturday Sickness

magictransistor:

Gustave Doré, Don Quixote: The Ingenious Gentleman of La Mancha [H. Pisan engravings]; Cassell & Co. (First edition), London, ca. 1893.

#Don Quixote #heroes #long post #Queue on the Mississippi

Somewhere Only We Know 

traveling-little-prince:

tomsawyr:

The boy frowned at this observation—considering the man’s age, lots of things had to have changed ‘since he was small'—hell, the population nearly tripled within Tom's lifetime—although it was still a small town by nature.

He sighed, might as well get a bit of information out of the man—

"Reckon you’re here to visit someone?"

"Well…yes, actually, but—…" he went quiet, seeming to be thinking of an answer when really he was stalling for when there were fewer people around to listen in, which thankfully that didn’t take long.

"I do not think they recognize me, for they knew me in a different time…" he carefully chose his words, it wouldn’t be good to scare the other boy but to provide a hint of his familiarity to Tom should provide a bit of a push and hopefully not a shove."You don’t seem like you recognize me very well, do you?”

Tom shifted uncomfortably from the question. His own memory failed to place an identity to this man and yet he hinted so plainly that he ought to know him. There was a slight twinge of fear that perhaps he didn’t want to know at all—perhaps this stranger was better off as a stranger.

He quickened his pace in attempt to distract the other with their intended destination and pointed off into the distance.

"There’s your schoolhouse, sir. S’posin’ that’s all you came here for, I’ve got to go—my aunt’s expectin’—"

He trailed off and slowly turned so not to arouse suspicion, while conveniently remembering the errands he was sent on and accepting them as a reasonable excuse to leave abruptly.

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Aw shucks, thank you friend !!

#jillythellama #ooc and ic #we're both happy you enjoy our company uvu

Question for mun: do you watch any anime? I recommend Black Butler. It's one of my favorites. Love this blog by the way. ^_^

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// nahh, it’s extremely difficult for me to get into any anime, but thanks for the suggestion & glad you like this blog! uvu

#ooc #Anonymous

Oh Tom I think you're just fantastic! I love you! Haha! Hugs! Would you kindly do me a divorce and tell Huck that I am absolutely in love with him! Marry me Huck? ❤️❤️😍

▲ Anonymous

"Aw, shucks, ain’t you a kind soul. Why, sure I’ll tell ‘em—"

#ic #asks #yours truly Huck Finn #// aromantic Huck is canon on this blog #// but he's flattered anyone would like him #// and slightly confused #Anonymous