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I LOVE DOING THE MOST RANDOM ARSE ANIMATIONS FOR NO REASON AT ALL
been playing with the CapCut software gang I’m gonna try tweening eventually but for now have whimpering epic sans IGNORE ALL MY ERRORS THIS THING WAS JUST FOR FUN LIL HAHAH
maybe this could count as a story board idk DEPENDS ON MULTIPLE THINGS FOR IF I FINISH OR NOT
Update: I’m trying tweening right now I hate this I’m gonna explode and die BUT YEAH YEAH YEAH TURST THE PROCESS T-T-TRUST THE PROCESS… 😔😔😔🙏😔😔 pray for me broskis…
#undertale au#3dogbones art#epic sans#animation test#IT LOOKS LIKE HE IS CALMING HIMSELF DOWN FROM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN I LOVE MAKING THINGS MOVE I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT#PATHETIC SHORT MEN ARE MY TYYYPPPPEEE to uh… have as friends ofc…#Had to listen to men crying and whimpering audios for this btw 😎#Please don’t read the tags anyone#storyboard?#TW self harm#tw blood#tw fake blood#epic angst real 🔥
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happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)
#atla#zukka#zuko x sokka#zukka fanart#atla fanart#tangled au#now that i see you#now that i see you fanart#fic fanart#so. this fic…#I know I’ve talked about it like. two or three times in the past#but I’m so serious about it#genuinely it is one of the greatest fics I’ve ever read not even exclusive to this fandom#it’s so well written and thought out and carefully crafted#(much like the rest of Jo’s work but I don’t want these tags to be overly long)#so if you are a tangled fan and anyone with a brain#please give this fic a read#literally? it will change your life#anyway happy birthday to this masterclass beautiful extraordinary masterpiece
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Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.
#this post was inspired by me remembering the experience of reading death in the family#after only knowing the fanbase version and realizing oh none of that shit happened okay#like girl you don’t understand it’s so bad#Jason wasn’t even fired as Robin#He’s not accused of murdering anyone by Bruce#He’s not trying to prove himself at all he’s just looking for his mom#The reason Bruce didn’t go after him right away is because he was tracking down a goddamn nuke the Joker stole#Then after he finds it and handles the problem he helps Jason track down moms 2 and 3#Also Jason died in like 20 minutes?? even less??#He died in less time than it took his mother to smoke a cigarette#Bruce literally went ‘wait here I’ll be right back’ and was gone for less time than a trip to the grocery store#and then you go into the Jason Todd tag and they act like Bruce pulled the damn trigger on him#Like besties I don’t know how to tell you this he basically did everything right he possibly could have#Even him benching Jason from Robin temporarily happens so that he can get Jason into therapy about his trauma#Like the whole point is that neither of them did anything wrong bad shit just sometimes happens#That’s the tragedy. The drama.#Bruce couldn’t have made better choices in the position he was in and Jason was never going to make different ones#It was inevitable#Anyway rant over please read death in the family before I lose my mind#batfam#batman#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne
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you’re allowed to be upset love bug, being small doesn’t mean your feelings stop petal. you may even feel your feelings more while you’re in headspace~ and you know what little one? that’s perfectly valid! there’s no right way to regress sweetheart, you are allowed to be upset and frustrated when small, feeling your feelings doesn’t make you any less of a regressor darling, your feelings are always important and deserve to be seen and respected. as your prinx, and your baba, i promise to provide the space and care you require no matter how big or small your feelings are. we’ll weather this together my dear, you have my word.
#lots of thoughts today#perhaps too many#if this finds you in the void please do say hello#is anyone out there#assurance#it’s one of those big feelings kind of days#agere reassurance#reassurance#emotional validation#agere caregiver#agere textpost#age regression caregiver#age regression#agere blog#sfw agere#agere comfort#agere community#i don’t know how to tag and i really would like people to read this *sighs*#royalty agere#thank you and goodnight
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Are you going to finish your webcomic I can't find any black webcomics and yours looks promising. If you finish it I will read it. I tried looking and all I see are Asian and white people as per usual.
Hi, I think you’re referring to this post - that story is by @onyichii i. I don’t make comics currently. I just read a lot and illustrate on the side. You’re in luck I’ve been wanting to make a post about black & brown FL in webcomics. I’m always on the hunt for more webcomics with black leads! These stories can be found on Webtoon ( I know there are stories on tapas - I just don’t like their coin/ink system at all so I very rarely visit). Here are some of the tropes — romance, supernatural, mystery, magic, adventure. I’ve linked the webtoons and the creators behind them - please follow them and support them if you can! ( I might add descriptions for these titles later on but I’m tired so here are links and photos for now )
Here you go:
LMLY by edbe
The Blind Prince by cozycroww
Mad Mortem by Beholden8
Dom & Mor ( GL ) by DyeMeLikeASunset @dyemelikeasunset (I love these two so much )
High School Neoma by orror0
Rose & Sol by nemui_Jelly
21st Century Knights by Plastic Bottru
Holy Hell by Marilyn Hightower
Helja and the Lich King by Ya Big Palooka @heljacomic
He’s Harmless, I Swear by Basil the Bear
Dagger to the Heart by oori
Shinning Star ( GL ) by marshiyan
Heart of Gold by notashleynine
P.E.T.S ( GL ) by Gyxks
Cupid 101 by tanaeart
Pippa & Levi by Onyichii ( sadly this story is discontinued but please support the author in their later projects to come )
Wooow such a large list! Can you believe there’s more im missing ( I’m tireeeed and keep remembering other stories) but hope you all enjoy. I will make a part 2 later on.
#I love black women and nb folk#this took forever since I did it from my iPad- I hope y’all appreciate the list#I really want to commission a lot of these artist but - my student loans started back and don’t have monies like that anymore :(#black reader#black fem reader#fem reader#x black reader#I know I’m tagging the fanfic tags but this the best way to get people interested in these stories#this is a mixture of official art and one off illustration from the authors#if anyone has more please let me know!#romance webtoon#webtoon#gl#wlw#gl comic#webcomics#black webcomics#webtoons I’m reading#I’m reading#comics#Indie comics#L#lmly webtoon#the blind prince#mad mortem#dom and more#high school neoma#21st century knights#holy hell#holy hell webtoon
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Hartley Rathaway, my favorite completely unfairly overlooked side character in the flash <3
He couldve been so great i can’t believe they didnt use him more :/
#hartley rathaway#pied piper#the cw version btw#dc pied piper#hartley rathaway cw#the cw network#when im saying cw i mean the network theres no content warning#i love hartley rathaway#but i dont read comics#cw the flash#the flash cw#pied piper fanart#hartley rathaway fanart#cross posted on twitter#does anyone love him as much as i do please#i hope so#tumblr tags are so fun to talk in sorry#can you tell i don’t usually use tumblr
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An experiment with painting on paper instead of fabric!
Idk why I keep painting sunset-ish scenes, but I’m having fun lol
#painting#I might’ve added too more than the optimal number of clouds#but considering I did not paint from a reference picture and also don’t know what I’m doing#I think I’m doing pretty well! next time I think I might try to paint a quilt?#idk if I’ll enjoy that though I think my favorite part of painting might be the colors#not so much the precision work#side note if anyone is reading this tags who can paint and/or draw a stack of quilts in color#and is taking commissions please let me know#I’d love to have art of a stack of my quilts
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tag game: tagged by @1stlove !! thank you for tagging me, I hope you're doing good love 🩷
last song: a kind thing to do by cavetown ft. vic fuentes (currently on repeat, I'm obsessed with every cavetown song i've heard so far 🍃)
favorite color: lavender and olive green 💜
last book: the new percy jackson book, wrath of the triple goddess (my favorite series ever i will always eat up a pjo book!! also I really loved this book and that it took on a bit more of an emotional tone)
last movie: hmmm i rarely watch movies tbh but i think it was the incredibles, I did a rewatch of it not too long ago it’s a classic!!
last tv show: percy jackson!! (no surprise there lol, also going to rewatch it again soon because i miss it 🥹💙) and i rewatched season three of heartstopper around the same time too!!
sweet/spicy/savory: savory!! i like spicy too, and sweets when im craving them but i always need something savory afterwards
relationship status: singleee
last thing I searched: hot topic site to get some christmas shopping done
current obsession: ofc percy jackson (show and books, have loved it since i was twelve and my obsession has recently come back full force thanks to the show lol), also just reading in general is always an obsession for me. music wise: jin's new music especially heart on the window and falling, cavetown like i mentioned above, my favorite pop punk songs from middle school again esp fall out boy songs, and i'm not even religious but christmas music lol, special shoutout to michael buble 🤍
looking forward to: ... percy jackson season two coming 2025 😌 (i looove sea of monsters, it's such a fun book with really great emotional scenes and some of my favorite scenes from the entire series so i am veeeery excited for season two!!) 🩵
tagging: @jinstronaut , @rapmooni , @gukkiee , @yooboobies , and anyone else who wants to!!
#thank you so much for tagging me I love reading through these!! 🤍#also to everyone I tagged I hope you don’t mind and please don’t feel pressured!! I hope you’re all doing well 💞#mine#as you can see the percy jackson brianrot is in full force but I barely have anyone to talk to about in irl so I need to get it out somehow!
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Talia and Baby Jay dynamic make my brain giggle.
#talia al ghul fanart#Talia Al Ghul art#talia al ghul#jason todd fanart#jason todd art#jason todd#ron’s art tag#shut in the fuck up ron#that’s his mom 2.0#he wants to be just like her#also before anyone gets pissy about the scarf#i am Muslim. she is not. she kILLS people. safe to say she doesn’t subscribe to the religion. she more than likely doesn’t wear a full hijab#or khimar#At best what she wears in GK is a shayla#but…she isn’t Muslim…and would probably look at you like you were stupid if you said she was#or Ra’s.#it’s sO fucked when I read fics where they are still assassins…and say “allahuakbar” or other Islamic phrases…because…it implies shit…😐#like coming fROM a Muslim…don’t do that shit. it’s weird and messy and just…gives the wrong vibes. if you didn’t know it’s chill just…don’t#them in Ramadan post’s because there aren’t enough Arab/Muslim characters is fine but…please don’t write them quoting scripture while…#actively fighting/killing people. it’s…yeah…no…bad vibes all around. super fucked for Sunnis and Shias. we don’t want that shit. I’m sorry.#the scarf is for sneek 100 use ONLY.#😭#but anyway he loves his mom. :))
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anyone who writes hurt/comfort of my blorbos breaking bones…i will love you forever just saying
#I have like. such a SPECIFIC craving for those fics#and nothing I find scratches the itch I am reduced to writing myself but I am only one person who can only write so fast#(aka not fast at all)#anyways it’s truly a tragedy#will also accept sprains and dislocations I’m not that picky#but I’m writing these tags out like WHY AM I ADMITTING TO THIS#even though it’s really not that weird#anyways I don’t really expect anyone to read this post and write something for it but a girl has to try 😂#but also PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THINGS IM JUST BEING SILLY GOOFY#also what if it was sapphic what then 👀#okay I’m shutting up now!!
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Howdy! Got an interesting idea for ya, how about a crossover? How about Hol Horse from JJBA and M. Bison from SF?
Maybe M. Bison being like all spooky, and Hol Horse is scared of him? M. Bison is somewhat like DIO in a way, villains who can teleport in their own way haha.
Thank you! Love your art as always, pal ✨ And take your time!
Oooooohh what an interesting request! I love the idea a lot actually for a fun crossover (and any excuse to draw M. Bison is always a plus)
And thank you for the kind words!! I’ll be sure to tag you when I finish the art <3
#qna answers#m. bison? spooky? my specialty#but yeah to anyone reading my tags please don’t hesitate to reach out with requests#i may be slow with them sometimes (cursed with task avoidance)#but i always keep note of them and genuinely do my best to honor requests#without burning myself out of course
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 55-56
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The Thirteen were on edge. They hadn't yet decided where to go. And hadn't been invited to travel with the Crochans to any of their home-hearths. Even Glennis's.
None of them, however, had looked his way when they'd prowled past. None had recognized him.
Dorian had just completed another walking circuit in his little training area when Manon stalked by, silver hair flowing. He paused, no more than a wary Crochan sentinel, and watched her storm through snow and mud as if she were a blade through the world.
Manon had nearly passed his training area when she went rigid.
Slowly, she turned, nostrils flaring.
Those golden eyes swept over him, swift and cutting. Her brows twitched toward each other. Dorian only gave her a lazy grin in return.
Then she prowled toward him.
Another assessing stare. "I would have thought you'd pick a prettier form."
He frowned down at himself. "I think she's pretty enough."
Manon's mouth tightened. "I suppose this means you're about to go to Morath."
"Did I say anything of the sort?" He didn't bother sounding pleasant.
Manon took a step toward him, her teeth flashing. In this body, he stood shorter than her. He hated the thrill that shot through his blood as she leaned down to growl at him. "We have enough to deal with today, princeling."
"Do l look as if I'm standing in your way?" She opened her mouth, then shut it.
Dorian let out a low laugh and made to turn away. An iron-tipped hand gripped his arm.
Strange, for that hand to feel large on his body. Large, and not the slender, deadly thing he'd become accustomed to.
Her golden eyes blazed. "If you want a softhearted woman who will weep over hard choices and ultimately balk from them, then you're in the wrong bed."
"I'm not in anyone's bed right now." He hadn't gone to her tent any of these nights. Not since that conversation in Eyllwe.
She took the retort without so much as a flinch. "Your opinion doesn't matter to me."
"Then why are you standing here?"
Again, she opened and closed her mouth. Then snarled, "Change out of that form." Dorian smiled again. "Don't you have better things to do right now, Your Majesty?" He honestly thought she might unsheathe those iron teeth and rip out his throat.
Half of him wanted her to try. He even went so far as to run one of those phantom hands along her jaw.
"You think I don't know why you don't want me to go to Morath?"
"Tell me to stay," he said, and the words had no warmth, no kindness. "Tell me to stay with you, if that's what you want." His invisible fingers grew talons and scraped over her skin. Manon's throat bobbed. "But you won't say that, will you, Manon?" Her breathing turned jagged. He continued to stroke her neck, her jaw, her throat, caressing skin he'd tasted over and over. "Do you know why?"
"Because while you might be older, might be deadly in a thousand different ways, deep down, you're afraid. You don't know how to ask me to stay, because you're afraid of admitting to yourself that you want it. You're afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world. You're afraid." For several heartbeats, she just stared at him.
Then she snarled, "You don't know what you're talking about," and stalked away.
His low laugh ripped after her. Her spine stiffened. But Manon did not turn back.
Afraid. Of admitting that she felt any sort of attachment.
It was preposterous.
And it was, perhaps, true.
But it was not her problem. Not right now.
Manon stormed through the readying camp where tents were being taken down and folded, hearths being packed. The Thirteen were with the wyverns, supplies stowed in saddlebags.
Some of the Crochans had frowned her way. Not with anger, but something like disappointment.
Discontent. As if they thought parting ways was a poor idea.
Manon refrained from saying she agreed.
Even if the Thirteen followed, the Crochans would find a way to lose them. Use their power to bind the wyverns long enough to disappear.
And she would not lower herself, lower the Thirteen, to become dogs chasing after their masters. They might be desperate for aid, might have promised it to their allies, but she would not debase herself any further.
Manon halted at Glennis's camp, the only hearth with a fire still burning. A fire that would always remain kindled.
A reminder of the promise she'd made to honor the Queen of Terrasen. A single, solitary flame against the cold.
Manon rubbed at her face as she slumped onto one of the rocks lining the hearth. A hand rested on her shoulder, warm and slight. She didn't bother to slap it away.
Glennis said, "We're departing in a few minutes. I thought l'd say good-bye."
Manon peered up at the ancient witch. "Fly well." It was really all there was left to say.
Manon's failure was not due to Glennis, not due to anyone but herself, she supposed.
You're afraid.
It was true. She had tried, but not really tried to win the Crochans. To let them see any part of her that meant something. To let them see what it had done to her, to learn she had a sister and that she had killed her. She didn't know how, and had never bothered to learn.
You're afraid.
Yes, she was. Of everything.
Glennis lowered her hand from Manon's shoulder.
"May your path carry you safely through war and back home at last."
She didn't feel like telling the crone there was no home for her, or the Thirteen.
Glennis turned her face toward the sky, sighing once. Then her white brows narrowed. Her nostrils flared. Manon leapt to her feet.
"Run," Glennis breathed. "Run now."
Manon drew Wind-Cleaver and did no such thing. "What is it?"
"They're here." How Glennis had scented them on the wind, Manon didn't care.
Not as three wyverns broke from the clouds, spearing for their camp.
She knew those wyverns, almost as well as she knew the three riders who sent the Crochans into a frenzy of motion.
The Matrons of the Ironteeth Witch-Clans had found them. And come to finish what Manon had started that day in Morath.
The three High Witches had come alone.
Rushing steps crunched through the icy snow, halting at Manon's side just as Dorian's scent wrapped around her. "Is that���"
"Yes," she said quietly, heart thundering as the Matrons dismounted and did not raise their hands in request for parley. No, they only stalked closer to the hearth, to the precious flame still burning. "Don't engage," Manon warned him and the others, and strode to meet them.
It was not the king's battle, no matter what power dwelled in his veins.
Glennis was already armed, an ancient sword in her withered hands. The woman was as old as the Yellowlegs Matron, yet she stood tall, facing the three High Witches.
Cresseida Blueblood spoke first, her eyes as cold as the iron-spiked crown digging into her freckled brow. "It has been an age, Glennis." But Glennis's stare, Manon realized, was not on the Blueblood Matron. Or even on Manon's own grandmother, her black robes billowing as she sneered at Manon.
It was on the Yellowlegs Matron, hunched and hateful between them. On the crown of stars atop the crone's thinned white hair.
Glennis's sword shook slightly. And just as Manon realized what the Matron had worn here,
Bronwen appeared at Glennis's side and breathed, "Rhiannon's crown."
Worn by the Yellowlegs Matron to mock these witches. To spit on them.
A dull roaring began in Manon's ears.
"What company you keep these days, granddaughter," said Manon's grandmother, her silver-streaked dark hair braided back from her face. A sign enough of their intentions, if her grandmother's hair was in that plait. Battle. Annihilation.
The weight of the three High Witches' attention pressed upon her. The Crochans gathered behind her shifted as they waited for her response.
Yet it was Glennis who snarled, in a voice Manon had not yet heard, "What is it that you want?"
Manon's grandmother smiled, revealing rust-flecked iron teeth. The true sign of her age. "You made a grave error, Manon Kin-Slayer, when you sought to turn our forces against us. When you sowed such lies amongst our sentinels regarding our plans— my plans."
Manon kept her chin high. "I spoke only truth. And it must have frightened you enough that you gathered these two to hunt me down and prove your innocence in scheming against them."
The other two Matrons didn't so much as blink. Her grandmother's claws had to have sunk deep, then. Or they simply did not care.
"We came," Cresseida seethed, the opposite in so many ways of the daughter who had given Manon the chance to speak, "to at last rid us of a thorn in our sides."
Had Petrah been punished for letting Manon walk out of the Omega alive? Did the Blueblood Heir still breathe? Cresseida had once screamed in a mother's terror and pain when Petrah had nearly plunged to her death.
Did that love, so foreign and strange, still hold true? Or had duty and ancient hatred won out?
The thought was enough to steel Manon's spine. "You came because we pose a threat."
Because of the threat you pose to that monster you call grandmother.
"You came," Manon went on, Wind-Cleaver rising a fraction, "because you are afraid."
Manon took a step beyond Glennis, her sword lifting farther.
"You came," Manon said, "because you have no true power beyond what we give you.
And you are scared to death that we're about to take it away." Manon flipped Wind-Cleaver in her hand, angling the sword downward, and drew a line in the snow between them. "You came alone for that fear. That others might see what we are capable of. The truth that you have always sought to hide."
Her grandmother tutted. "Listen to you. Sounding just like a Crochan with that preachy nonsense."
Manon ignored her. Ignored her and pointed Wind-Cleaver directly at the Yellowlegs Matron as she snarled, "That is not your crown."
Something like hesitation rippled over Cresseida Blueblood's face. But the Yellowlegs Matron beckoned to Manon with iron nails so long they curved downward. "Then come and fetch it from me, traitor."
Manon stepped beyond the line she'd drawn in the snow.
No one spoke behind her. She wondered if any of them were breathing.
She had not won against her grandmother. Had barely survived, and only thanks to luck. That fight, she had been ready to meet her end. To say farewell.
Manon angled Wind-Cleaver upward, her heart a steady, raging beat.
She would not greet the Darkness's embrace today. But they would.
"This seems familiar," her grandmother drawled, legs shifting into attacking position.
The other two Matrons did the same. "The last Crochan Queen. Holding the line against us." Manon cracked her jaw, and iron teeth descended. A flex of her fingers had her iron nails unsheathing. "Not just a Crochan Queen this time."
There was doubt in Cresseida's blue eyes.
As if she'd realized what the other two Matrons had not.
There—it was there that Manon would strike first. The one who now wondered if they had somehow made a grave mistake in coming here.
A mistake that would cost them what they had come to protect.
A mistake that would cost them this war.
And their lives.
For Cresseida saw the steadiness of Manon's breathing. Saw the clear conviction in her eyes. Saw the lack of fear in her heart as Manon advanced another step.
Manon smiled at the Blueblood Matron as if to say yes.
"You did not kill me then," Manon said to her grandmother. "I do not think you will be able to now."
"We'll see about that," her grandmother hissed, and charged.
Manon was ready.
An upward swing of Wind-Cleaver met her grandmother's first two blows, and Manon ducked the third. Turning right into the onslaught of the Yellowlegs Matron, who swept up with unnatural speed, feet almost flying over the snow, and slashed for Manon's exposed back.
Manon deflected the crone's assault, sending the witch darting back. Just as Cresseida launched herself at Manon. Cresseida was not a trained fighter. Not as the Blackbeak and Yellowlegs Matrons were. Too many years spent reading entrails and scanning the stars for the answers to the Three-Faced Goddess's riddles.
A duck to the left had Manon easily evading the sweep of Cresseida's nails, and a countermove had Manon driving her elbow into the Blueblood Matron's nose.
Cresseida stumbled. The Yellowlegs Matron and her grandmother attacked again. So fast. Their three assaults had happened in the span of a few blinks. Manon kept her feet under her. Saw where one Matron moved and the other left a dangerous gap exposed.
She was not a broken-spirited Wing Leader unsure of her place in the world.
She was not ashamed of the truth before her.
She was not afraid.
Manon's grandmother led the attack, her maneuvers the deadliest. It was from her that the first slice of pain appeared. A rip of iron nails through Manon's shoulder. But Manon swung her sword, again and again, iron on steel ringing out across the icy peaks.
No, she was not afraid at all.
Around him, the Crochans thrummed with fear and dread. Either for the fight unfolding or the three Matrons who had found them.
But Glennis did not tremble. At her side Bronwen hummed with the energy of one eager to leap into the fight.
Manon and the High Witches sprang apart, breathing heavily. Blue blood leaked down Manon's shoulder, and small slices peppered the three Matrons.
Manon still remained on the far side of the line she'd drawn. Still held it.
The dark-haired witch in voluminous black robes spat blue blood onto the snow. Manon's grandmother. "Pathetic. As pathetic as your mother." A sneer toward Glennis. "And your father."
The snarl that ripped from Manon's throat rang across the mountains themselves.
Her grandmother let out a crow's caw of a laugh. "Is that all you can do, then? Snarl like a dog and swing your sword like some human filth? We will wear you down eventually. Better to kneel now and die with some honor intact." Manon only flung out an iron-tipped hand behind her, fingers splaying in demand as her eyes remained fixed on the Matrons.
Dorian reached for Damaris, but Bronwen moved first.
The Crochan tossed her sword, steel flashing over snow and sun.
Manon's fingers closed on the hilt, the blade singing as she whipped it around to face the High Witches again. "Rhiannon Crochan held the gates for three days and three nights, and she did not kneel before you, even at the end." A slash of a smile. "I think I shall do the same." Dorian could have sworn the sacred flame burning to their left flared brighter. Could have sworn Glennis sucked in a breath. That every Crochan watching did the same.
Manon's knees bent, swords rising. "Let us finish what was started then, too." She attacked, blades flashing.
Her grandmother conceded step after step, the other two Matrons failing to break past her defenses.
Gone was the witch who had slept and wished for death. Gone was the witch who had raged at the truth that had torn her to shreds.
And in her place, fighting as if she were the very wind, unfaltering against the Matrons, stood someone Dorian had not yet met.
Stood a queen of two peoples.
Yielding only those few steps, and nothing more.
Because Manon with conviction in her heart, with utter fearlessness in her eyes, was wholly unstoppable.
The other two witches had fallen back, as if waiting to see what might happen.
But she yielded no further ground. A wall against which the Yellowlegs Matron could not advance. The crone let out a snarl, attacking again and again, senseless and raging.
Dorian saw the trap the moment it happened.
No one seemed to breathe at all as Manon plunged Bronwen's sword into the icy earth beneath and bent to take the crown of stars from the Yellowlegs witch's fallen head.
He had never seen a crown like it.
A living, glowing thing that glittered in her hand. As if nine stars had been plucked from the heavens and set to shine along the simple silver band.
The crown's light danced over Manon's face as she lifted it above her head and set it upon her unbound white hair.
Even the mountain wind stopped.
Yet a phantom breeze shifted the strands of Manon's hair as the crown glowed bright, the white stars shining with cores of cobalt and ruby and amethyst.
As if it had been asleep for a long, long time. And now awoke.
That phantom wind pulled Manon's hair to the side, silver strands brushing across her face.
And beside him, around him, the Thirteen touched two fingers to their brow in deference.
In allegiance to the queen who stared down the two remaining High Witches.
The Crochan Queen, crowned anew.
The sacred fire leaped and danced, as if in joyous welcome.
"Go."
The Blueblood witch blinked, eyes wide with what could only be fear and dread.
Manon jerked her chin toward the wyvern waiting behind the witch. "Tell your daughter all debts between us are paid. And she may decide what to do with you. Take that other wyvern out of here."
Spared by the Crochan Queen on behalf of the daughter who had given Manon the gift of speaking to the Ironteeth.
Within seconds, the Blueblood Matron was in the skies, the Yellowlegs witch's wyvern soaring beside her.
Leaving Manon's grandmother alone.
Leaving Manon with swords raised and a crown of stars glowing upon her brow.
Manon was glowing, as if the stars atop her head pulsed through her body. A wondrous and mighty beauty, like no other in the world. Like no one had ever been, or would be again.
And slowly, as if savoring each step, Manon stalked toward her grandmother.
Warm, dancing light flowed through her, as unfaltering as what had poured into her heart these past few bloody minutes.
She did not balk. Did not fear.
The crown's weight was slight, like it had been crafted of moonlight. Yet its joyous strength was a song, undimming before the sole High Witch left standing.
So Manon kept walking.
She left Bronwen's sword a few feet away.
Left Wind-Cleaver several feet past that.
Iron nails out, teeth ready, Manon paused barely five steps from her grandmother.
A hateful, wasted scrap of existence. That's what her grandmother was.
She had never realized how much shorter the Matron stood. How narrow her shoulders were, or how the years of rage and hate had withered her.
Manon's smile grew. And she could have sworn she felt two people standing at her shoulder.
She knew no one would be there if she looked. Knew no one else could see them, sense them, standing with her. Standing with their daughter against the witch who had destroyed them.
Her grandmother spat on the ground, baring her rusted teeth.
This death, though ...
It was not her death to claim.
It did not belong to the parents whose spirits lingered at her side, who might have been there all along, leading her toward this. Who had not left her, even with death separating them.
No, it did not belong to them, either.
She looked behind her. Toward the Second waiting beside Dorian.
Tears slid down Asterin's face. Of pride- pride and relief.
Manon beckoned to Asterin with an iron- tipped hand.
Manon raised a hand. "Let her go."
When there was no trace of the Matrons left but blue blood and a headless corpse staining the snow, Manon turned toward the Crochans.
Their eyes were wide, but they made no move.
The Thirteen remained where they were, Dorian with them.
Manon scooped up both swords, sheathing Wind-Cleaver across her back, and stalked toward where Glennis and Bronwen stood, monitoring her every breath.
Wordlessly, Manon handed Bronwen her sword, nodding in thanks.
Then she removed the crown of stars and extended it toward Glennis. "This belongs to you," she said, her voice low.
The Crochans murmured, shifting.
Glennis took the crown, and the stars dimmed. A small smile graced the crone's face.
"No," she said, "it does not."
Manon didn't move as Glennis lifted the crown and set it again on Manon's head.
Then the ancient witch knelt in the snow.
"What was stolen has been restored; what was lost has come home again. I hail thee, Manon Crochan, Queen of Witches."
Manon stood fast against the tremor that threatened to buckle her legs.
Stood fast as the other Crochans, Bronwen with them, dropped to a knee. Dorian, standing amongst them, smiled, brighter and freer than she'd ever seen.
And then the Thirteen knelt, two fingers going to their brows as they bowed their heads, fierce pride lighting their faces.
"Queen of Witches," Crochan and Blackbeak declared as one voice.
As one people.
#Chapter 55#Chapter 56#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Manon Blackbeak#Dorian Havilliard#Manorian#Asterin Blackbeak#The Thirteen#first read#read along#read with me#no spoilers please#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 56 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#The witches-alone-Morath-Glennis-Petrah why-don’t be poisoned-THE CROWN-her braid-their hatred & fear yet her forward#beyond what we give-is that a wyrdmark?-she would not-she would stand-not then but now becuase a cause-SHE WAS NOT AFRAID#he listened to her/believed in her-they did not tremble-they did not yield-she would not kneel-they came for her too-for them she did this#THE SWORD-uh yeah same-GONE WAS THAT WITCH-from the flame-AND HERE WAS THE LAST CROCHAN QUEEN-I love her#the wind answered-a queen of two people-convinction in her hearts fearless in her eyes and utterly unstoppable-you went for me#well Ansel said-SHE CROWNED HERSELF-matching crowns?-a phantom breeze the chill-the witch queen brow bow-that’s what she learned#they ran from her-mercy?-a debt-and one paid-true queens rising-a literal Star-not her death to claim-Asterin-manon I fucking love you#it’s yours-QUEEN OF WITCHES-Dorian smiled🥹-him watching his wife like same-he is us-short king-Iltsm#A sign enough of their intentions if her grandmother's hair was in that plait. Battle. Annihilation.��HAIR HOLDS POWER PEOPLE#Manon Kin-Slayer… a real rich name coming from her#because YOU are afraid-I kept reading peachy nonsense lol-chills-I’m gonna go cry-I love her#A blade through the world-shorter-bi bbs-the way she knows-it's a mate thing I swear-I'm not anyone's-#if you want someone who will allow that then ur wrong-shell keep him alive-double lines in the sand-your afraid-the word majesty#not back not now-a queen-a true queen against the world-afraid of everything-home?-HOLY SHIT RUN-mother matron crone#You're afraid-I will not be afraid-coward-the fear of fear-run now-hold the line-retreat and live-You’re afraid. Yes she was. Of everything#Fly Well they've run for a long time they know-but she would not-the truth time
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#submission#ops og tags#i didnt know this was a thing and even though i read the submissions tutorial i still don’t understand it in any case#here this is from some carry on fanfic that i really liked#im so sorry i dont really know how to change the submission tutorial if anyone has any ideas please tell me!! i will try my best!!#thank you for submitting!!
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covert npd is awesome and i want to live and i’m going to listen to song about pirates
#the crier#forgot the tag. sorry. please block that if you’re not comfortable with this#i’m sorry i’ll draw something soon later i promise i’m sorry#i can’t even rethink my life choices because honestly i would’ve found some other thing to absolutely wreck myself over and it’d basically#be the same thing. i don’t want to just. rot or something anymore. i do not want rest. i do not want a break and to come back when i feel#better. i want to stop feeling entirely. i want to be nothing again and not in worth but in how i exist. i do not want to exist anymore#it doesn’t even feel like they hate me. it’s just that everything i did was nothing. i hate that it was nothing. i hate that i loved so muc#and it was nothing. that was everything i was. what else do i have but what i made. it’s everything to me and nothing to everyone#they are everything to me and to everyone they are just ‘okay’. you won’t talk about it again. you won’t think of it again#if my creations could feel they would not care so why do i have to. i want to say it’s the creations that make me happy but its the attenti#ion. i don’t know. i don’t want to rely on it. seeing them makes me happy but it’s nothing anymore once i realize nobody cares but me#this isn’t even a real fucking issue. i’m fine realistically i should be good as long as i don’t make another issue for myself#i just don’t know though. the issue is me and well by extending my life i am basically harming everyone else. maybe my creations deserve#to be looked over because they are helping something that shouldn’t be here exist. i wish i didn’t exist. i hate myself i don’t know#it’s just. i’m worthless. i have no real reason to be here other than to annoy people. if people don’t love what i made then i will have to#face that my existence isn’t worth anything. i won’t HAVE to live anymore. and i want to live but at the same time if i don’t have to be#here then why should i fight against myself? i don’t even know what i would say i don’t want to entertain the possibility so i keep fightin#i just want to live i want to live so fucking bad and i can only live if they exist and if you see them too#a real death would mean nothing to me but i’m dead the second anyone looks away and i’m scared andi’m sweating and i hate this an#i’m going to bed now#idk i just want to add if someone’s reading this i’m never insincere when i compliment something that’s better than me. it’s better than wh#at i did that’s why i’m complimenting it. it’s just i wish that i was as good too
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https://www.tumblr.com/ardentpoop/761824704429473793/hi-genuine-question-is-it-misogynistic-to-call-a?source=share
i SWEAR it was a genuine question😭 and i'm a non-destiel-shippeing samgirl myself but my question wasn't about sam, i meant in general because i have seen it in other fandoms and i have seen ppl say that we should pay attention to actual female characters instead of calling males ones a woman/female so i just wanted to know your opinion that's all
lol sorry for being a bit testy about it; this question is at the heart of a lot of highly unproductive and infuriatingly ignorant discourse in this fandom so I’m tired of seeing people talk abt it unless they’re clearly very familiar with the nuances of the canon including all of its ugliest flaws (which are also its most compelling features if you know what you’re doing).
also my answer In General is: it’s complicated. all fandoms are prone to misogyny and favoring male characters and relationships over female characters and relationships. as such it personally bothers me quite a bit when most people she/her male characters whose violence against women is a central part of their identity as characters - dean being one such example.
I do not consider most people’s passion for girl sam headcanons to be the same thing. because misogyny is an absolutely crucial piece of sam’s handling as a character by both the show’s writers and the audience. there are criticisms to make about shippers who cannot adequately separate femininity/womanhood from subservience/meekness, but from what I can tell they do not make up the majority of sam enjoyers who validate and contribute to these headcanons.
furthermore supernatural is a show so profoundly misogynistic that it does not prominently feature any female characters or female relationships under the same spotlight that’s fixed on its men, so naturally there is far more material to explore with its male characters than its female characters. does this mean that we should lazily turn a blind eye to the show’s audience enabling/excusing/doubling down on the show’s mistreatment of its female characters? not in my house it doesn’t lmfao. do not call a single female character on this show a “bitch” in my presence I’m so fucking serious about that.
anyway all of sam’s relationships with women are yuri. godspeed comrade.
#next time please censor that ship name 🙏#< in case anyone reading this is unaware this is bc I don’t want my shit to show up in the search results for#the shippers/mainstream audience#like I just can’t be bothered with them lol they’re exhausting.#asks#anon#commentary tag
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I DONT READ A LOT OF FANFIC, SO IF ANYONE WRITES ANY GOOD PAVRIN ONES YOURE OBLIGATED TO TAG ME (please)
#ignore me#pavrin#I think op who made the one I just read deleted their post but THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME#I WOULD HAVE NEVER SEEN IT OTHERWISE#honestly pavrin is such an unpopular ship I never bothered to actually look at their ship tag in ao3#kind of…wish I had stuck with that#most of them include a certain popular funger ship in some way and I REALLY don’t like that ship (I wish I did sorry 😞)#and one of them?????? let’s just say the person who wrote that had zero understanding of pavs character :)#yeah besides the newest one I dont recommend their ship tag#maybe it’s time that I wrote something hmmmmm#BUT ANYWAY#if anyone writes new pavrin focused CONSENSUAL fanfic#please lemme know thank ya thank ya~
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