#Except maybe the ending

[cruilty-ink]

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And this concludes the final part of this era. Now we can move into the fun Lil stuff

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want it back / I drag its dead weight forward.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[puppyeared]

mmmkay

[earthspark-shockwaves-reduction]

when i'm in a Character Development Fumbling Competition and my opponent is whatever fucking writers handled earthspark starscream after season one

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[chubsette]

Feedist Kinktober - Bloodsucker 🩸

[trustymikh]

Honestly the whole grimdark bw concept was created because I wanted to turn Ghetsis into a messed up fromsoft boss

[naamahdarling]

Labor, on its own, has no inherent value. The willingness or ability to labor does not translate to virtue. It can confer financial value, since everyone should be compensated for their labor, but it absolutely does not have inherent moral value.

Disabled people are not obligated to perform for you. They are not required, morally, to break themselves in order to earn some sort of personal value and prove their "worth" to society. They do not need to exhaust every possible means of survival to warrant aid, or spend the entirety of their existence pursuing the same amount of production as others even though it takes everything they have and leaves no room for anything else. They are not obligated to push their limits.

If that pisses you off because YOU have to work to the limit, or beyond, your problem is that you are not being paid enough or you are being asked to do the work of more than one person. Not that disabled people get help for "nothing".

You deserve better, too, you lovable dingus! Every single thing that benefits disabled people will benefit you and the ones you love, either immediately, or eventually. All of it!

[notbecauseofvictories]

so my aunt is turning 70 in a couple weeks, and I've planned a blowout birthday for her---rented a lake house, invited every member of our family and also some of her friends; I have delightfully kitschy decorations (including a glittery BIRTHDAY QUEEN sash and paste-jewel crown, thanks for asking); my freezer is full of cakes, frosting, and cookies, so all I have to do is defrost, assemble and serve. I have been working on this since February, and I plan parties like a quartermaster just before the army decamps---there are a lot of lists involved.

My most recent task is assembling a guest book, filled with both blank space (so people can write nice messages) as well as all the photos I could get from family members. There's something almost meditative about assembling these pictures---here is my aunt as a teen, standing awkwardly next to her grandmother; here is my aunt as a grown woman, admiring a niece or nephew's sloppy Christmas present; here she is on vacation, or with a friend, or at the interminable succession of Sunday dinners, birthdays, and graduation parties that are the fabric of our family life. Despite having no biological children, she's so involved, she's so present---and this is just what we could grab from phones, my personal photos, facebook!

(She maintains the family archive, so I can't ask her directly.)

I don't know if I have a firm conclusion here. Just that---well, may we all be blessed with more photographs of ourselves than will fill a scrapbook, and a niece who will spend 6 months thinking about how to gently bully you into celebrating your birthday.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Dying at this idea I just had: People become convinced Danny is the love child of Bruce Wayne (known manwhore) and Harley Quinn, because

-he looks just like a young Bruce, if (somehow) marginally paler, but with Harley’s button nose and big eyes.

-Then there’s his big, Harleyesque personality with Bruce’s faith in humanity and both’s proclivity for taking action against what they see as wrong.

-He’s a gymnastics champion like Harley with real intelligence buried deep under layers of plain silliness, though much more capable sobering up when situationally appropriate.

-Dangerous big animals love them and they have no answers why

-Both Danny and Bruce have BDE (Big Dad Energy)

-(also both Danny and Harley are high key metas but everyone just doesn’t mention that)

Both Harley and Danny do everything in their power to feed the rumors (without saying anything directly, that would be cheating), including Harley egging Bruce on camera while shouting “pay up bitch!” And Danny taking up wearing one of Harley’s jackets.

[feenixmork]

A couple quick drawings of my faves during ongoing Utena watching (have not drawn the actual best character yet (Chuchu))

[a2zillustration]

(It's ok Yurgir will respawn in Avernus)

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[emborami]

Hi so in case anyone was dying to know, this is what i think some of the cast of the terror would look like as animals :3 notes under cut

From left to right:

Crozier- Irish Terrier

Silna- Polar Bear

Goodsir- ryeland sheep (known for tasty mutton ;3)

Hickey- red fox

Franklin- old english game rooster

Fitzjames- red deer

I had fun coming up with them :) and I kinda wanna doodle some screencaps but with like a lil short sheep goodsir and his bestie the giant polar bear lady silence whom he thinks would love England. Or like hickey on his bullshit but with more flair bc he would have a fox body and tail to really fuck up that line of action

Anyways heres some closeups and sketches

[snailwitdamail2]

incredibly low quality Anaya appreciation post bc i think he’s adorable.

[florencemtrash]

Flame, Shadow, Beast : Epilogue

Azriel x Reader x Eris

Summary: Years after Eris frees you from his father’s prison, you’ve managed to find a new love, new friends, and build a life for yourself in Autumn. But when a certain Shadowsinger stumbles upon your home, dragging in painful memories of betrayal and longing, you’ll have to face the things you left in the past and make choices about the future you want.

Warnings: Some suggestiveness

Flame, Shadow, Beast: Masterlist

Masterlist of Masterlists

Three years later.

You lay sprawled out under the covers, limbs tangled up in the sheets as you awoke slowly with the sun and frowned at the empty space beside you.

As if on cue, Eris emerged from the next room, hair dripping like molten fire with a towel wrapped around his trim waist. He grinned at the look on your face, tossing the towel to the side and sliding into bed. He rolled over on top of you, kissing every inch of skin he saw.

“And why are you frowning this morning, my love?”

You hummed with satisfaction when his lips found the curve of your neck, “Because my husband was rude and woke up without me. Didn’t even invite me to take a bath with him.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Terrible. But maybe this husband of yours wanted to allow you the rest you so greatly deserve." He kissed your throat delicately before moving his lips to your ear where he whispered, “Maybe this husband of yours wanted to wake you up properly.”

His hands wandered downward.

“Hmmmm, perhaps.” You said, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “I suppose I could forgive him if that was the case.” 

Eris grinned, his lips slotting over yours like that was what they’d been crafted for. 

“So… am I forgiven?” He asked coyly.

You thought it over for a minute, “No.” 

You began to shriek with laughter when he unceremoniously lifted you up, slung you over his shoulder, and made his way over to the bath. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Inviting my wife in for a bath with me.”

“You just got out.” 

“So?” Eris smiled wickedly over his shoulder at you. “I’ll never protest more time spent with you.” 

You and Eris took a long time in the bath, hands trailing over skin like you had all the time in the world. It was time for the Harvest Festival again. The last week had been a flurry of activity, securing the borders and organizing guards so that the festivities might be enjoyed without worry. Now you could afford to bask in the morning sun and whisper your words of love to one another. Now you could afford to take your time.

The smell of cinnamon, honey, and oranges wafted in the air, clinging to your hair and skin and driving Eris made with love. He held you pressed up against his chest, fingers trailing up and down your back languidly.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you.” You whispered, dropping kisses over his eyes, “My High Lord,” Over his cheeks, “My husband,” Over his lips, “My love.” 

He hummed with satisfaction, “I like it when you call me your husband.”

“Well that is what you are.”

“Yes, I am well aware. I was at the ceremony after all.”

“Really? I could have sworn it was someone else.” You teased, “Someone more handsome and strong and-” 

Eris growled playfully, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin of your ribs until he heard your laughter again. It sounded like heaven to his ears.

You both moved with ease about your bedroom, dressing, eating, and working slowly and stealing kisses whenever the opportunity presented itself. That was until Myrah and Halvor arrived. She stole you away to one of the adjoining rooms to get ready for the festivities that night. 

Ever the dutiful blademaiden, she oiled and braided your hair, running gold lace through the strands before you turned around and did the same for her. It was at the moment you brushed her hair off her shoulders that you caught sight of the thin gold necklace hidden beneath the collar of her dress with Halvor’s scent still wrapped around it.

Myrah’s cheeks flooded pink when she caught your lingering gaze. 

Your lips parted into a mischievous grin, “So you and Halvor?”

“Shhh!” She hissed, pointing towards the other room where Halvor and Eris were getting ready. “Not so loudly.” 

You tipped your head back and began to laugh. You and Eris had an ongoing bet about when the pair would finally admit their feelings for one another. You were fairly certain you’d won.

As if the necklace wasn’t enough, Halvor’s eyes lit up like fae lights when you and Myrah emerged. The cream-colored dress brought out the warmth in her skin, storm gray eyes tinted blue from the gold accents. 

He bowed his head ever so slightly, throwing her a smirk, “Nice dress. You clean up well."

It was his way of saying "You look beautiful."

She rolled her eyes at him with affection, accepting his arm half-heartedly. 

Eris slunk over to your side, kissing your temple and wrapping his arm around your waist. You followed a safe distance behind Myrah and Halvor, and Eris couldn’t help the flood of warmth in his chest to see his brother so… so happy. 

To anyone else, it would look like Myrah was half an inch away from slapping that smirk off Halvor’s face. But you could tell she was suppressing a smile with every piece of her being and Eris could tell that beneath all the layers, Halvor’s smile was full of love.

“I believe you won the bet, my love.” Eris whispered into your ear.

“And when will I get my prize?”

“Later tonight?” He winked and you blushed.

“Later tonight is good.” 

You breathed in deeply when you winnowed out of the Forest House to the fields beyond. Joyous laughter ricocheted off the tree trunks and barrels of ale and mead piled neatly off to the side of the dance circle. Mountains of food were laid out on hand-sewn tablecloths and a fae with plum-colored skin and dragonfly wings flitted about carrying pints of beer in both hands as he shouted towards his friends.

Musicians tuned their instruments, straining to hear the notes over the beat of the drums a pair of horned children had strapped to their chests. Their parents chased after them as they shrieked and ran away on spindly legs, but no one made a move to stop them. It was good to see children roaming the Autumn Court woods again.

One of them ran into Eris’s legs, eyes widening like dinner plates when his gaze traced up the resplendent yards of emerald velvet and landed on the crown on his head. 

You and Eris smiled at one another before he leaned down, plucked the child up and placed him back on his feet. With a snap of his fingers the shoddily built drum was replaced by a hand-crafted wonder, nearly as tall as the child was wide. Eris winked and the child screamed with delight, sprinting off to join his companions toasting walnuts by the bonfire and beating his drum all the way.

Farmers gathered around in circles, riotous laughter echoing upwards as they flipped over the last of seven cards on the ground. Music began to fill the sky, a fast and bright melody that pulled fae to their feet and out to the dance circle. 

Even Halvor wasn’t immune to its call. He pulled Myrah to her feet before she could finish working on her fire lantern, but there would be time for that later. Now was a time for dancing. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her when he spun around on his heels, one arm beckoning her forward. 

You leaned your head against Eris’s shoulder, watching the fire roar with life as your people danced and swayed like the leaves in the wind, lifting up the words of the songs that had been passed down from generation to generation. 

He held your hand, lifted it up to his lips for a kiss. A ring glittered there on your finger, winking at him as you smiled. 

Who was to say whether you had made the right or wrong decision? If there even was a right or wrong decision. But as you touched the tender place where the bond lay silent and still, but never truly gone, you knew one thing - you’d made a decision you could live with.

Sprawling cities, like Velaris and those that dotted other courts, would never find a home in Autumn. The land wasn’t built for it and neither were the people. The land was built for rolling hills encrusted with fields and trees more vibrant and precious than all the jewels in the world, for flowing rivers that raced through the heart of Autumn, carrying life to the people who knew how to endure and burned more fiercely for it.

Eris cleared his throat and bowed deeply, the unbuttoned collar of his shirt flaring out like the wings of a dove, “My High Lady, my love, would you please do me the honor of a dance?”

You pulled him up with a strength and earnestness that made him chuckle, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that had him grinning from ear to ear. He lifted you up and spun you around, skirts flaring out around you like the petals on a flower. He finally set you on the ground, fingers ghosting over the curve of your lips and your cheeks.

“I would love to dance with you, my High Lord.” 

“My wife.” 

You smiled. “My husband.” 

You sprinted towards the dance circle with Eris in tow, bare feet kicking up the dark, soft soil that cushioned your steps as you sprang into the spirited dance. The fae around you whooped and cheered as you two lept around each other, Eris tossing and spinning you in the air with a joy no one had ever thought possible from a High Lord of Autumn. 

Dark days had passed and everyone could bask happily in this moment. 

You had found your family and you had built your home.

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Author's note:

Thank you for following along with this story and for reading! I know it's not perfect, but I'm really happy with how it came out and I hope it made you laugh and cry and smile and generally gave you all the feels.

Now excuse me while I hole up like a gremlin and write some Azriel x Reader fics because I also love him and want him to feel happy and loved.

Love,

Florence B.

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