#THORN | In loving memory

[ifyouwaltzwiththewildthings]

You can never predict what you may find when wandering Neverland at night. Things always seem so peaceful... But there was something in the air tonight. A disgustingly familiar feeling, a faint warmth...

Smoke.

If anything could take Fletcher's eyes off the ground, snap them out of their whimsy, it was the smell of smoke. It only had to be a faint whiff for them to feel the horrible acrid feeling in their throat. Suddenly, they were far too aware of their surroundings. Eyes held wide open by fear rapidly move, searching... This has happened before, when Fletcher had gone out on nights during the bonfires the Lost Boys would light. They avoid those at all costs... But some part of Fletcher attempted to calm themself - "It's probably just a little campfire."

That was swiftly disproven, much to their dismay. A long line of smoke reaches up for the stars, embers flickering almost akin to fireflies against the night. The source... Was that right? Could it be?

Perhaps Fletcher should have just flown away, minded their business. That ship burning, well... It's only fitting, isn't it? Yet no matter how much it might be deserved... There are people on that ship, people who don't deserve to be engulfed death's hellish claw. What were they going to do? They had no idea, but their wings were already carrying them toward the Jolly Roger.

Stopping just short of the beach where the Jolly Roger sits, hiding in this kind tree's leaves...

Just in time.

Shouting and crying vaguely registered in their ears. Several silhouettes in action... But Fletcher was quick to narrow their sights on just one, the smallest that hovers in the air, surrounded by fury. Fletcher felt their horror suffocating them as they watched, paralysed.

Until...

It only took one clean cut. That's all. One dexterous movement from the wrist.

That small silhouette... Became two, separating from each other as they plummeted out of the air.

Fletcher didn't realise they had begun to scream until they felt their throat strain.

Everything was blurred as Fletcher lurched forward onto the deck of the Jolly Roger. They didn't care - he could do the same to them, could end them with far less trouble. Small puddles of blood were pooling in two separate places, and Fletcher didn't know what to do, looking between the two halves of Thorn.

Beloved Thorn...

Fletcher's knees would bruise quickly from how brutally they dropped onto the wood. Thorn, his eyes still carried that rage, that fire... Fletcher witnessed it as it ever so slightly left with each passing moment. Both their hands cupped Thorn's face tightly as they pleaded, begged. It all just turned to choked sobs before any of it could reach their lips.

For a moment, Fletcher could have sworn Thorn's eyes turned to meet theirs. Could have sworn... That they softened.

" Don't leave me! Don't leave me! Please! "

...

He's gone.

Oh, Thorn.

Gone. All gone. Lost. The world robbed.

Fletcher's sobs become muffled as they hold Thorn's torso so, so close, tears staining his clothes, burning through the fabric. Blood has utterly soaked their lap. They aren't paying any attention to that, not one bit, the pounding in their head and their heart drowned out anything else but the utter despair of holding half of a friend.

No part of Fletcher wants to move, it's a gamble on whether they even can move, but... They need to take him away from this wretched ship. But how? Tears continue to splash against Thorn as Fletcher looks between... Him, and him. How? Would they have to just take half... No, no, the pirates won't have any of him. They can't. They don't deserve him, any part of him.

The inferno alight in Fletcher's chest. Thorn's last fire.

Hands slick with red, Fletcher struggles in anguish as they find a way to make it work. It's ugly, it was always going to be, but they feel as if they could crumble away as they hold both halves of Thorn desperately in their arms. Their poor wings struggle, flight erratic and slow, leaving a thin trail of Thorn's blood - off the ship, across the sand, in the dirt...

By the time they reach their tree, there isn't much blood left for Thorn to bleed. His face has gone completely white, expression has settled into a chilling, thousand mile stare.

Is he seeing anything? Stars, the moon, the world...

Fletcher's hands shake violently as they place his legs on the lower half of their bed, then his upper half. They so gently rest his head onto their pillow before a futile attempt try nudge the two halves together. Just... Close enough. When they bring the blanket up to his shoulders, you can't tell... Then, finally, Fletcher brings two slender fingers over Thorn's eyelids, carefully bringing them down over his glazed eyes.

And now he... He's at rest. Right? He looks like he's sleeping. Very still, very peaceful... Fletcher harshly collapses back onto their legs, positioned beside the bed.

" Thorn... You can rest now, finally, you can... Say hello to her for me... "

Fletcher leans forward, burying their face into Thorn's arm. No amount of grip on Thorn's hand will ever bring anything in return.

[alasy]

this book literally made me *blush*. i. blushed. my cheeks flushed. i looked at the mirror and my face was red. because of a romantic confession. i...... i'm beyond gone.

[dreadark]

thanks to lemuen complaining about aulus not shutting the fuck up, I think we can safely conclude he was in fact the guy thorns was fighting in leonhardt's kin memories

this still doesn't explain why leonhardt has thorns kin memories but I don't think that one is ever being explained

[m-kyunie]

"The supposedly sealed memories of a miniature garden"

[greatyme]

When Thongkam says all he has left is the orchard and his rickety truck, that he refuses to leave to Taiwan (where he can get married because gay marriage is legal there) and fights for the orchard because it reminds him of the love he shared with Sek, but the orchard is a symbol for love—and a symbol isn’t the real thing, so he really doesn’t have that love at all anymore

[d4rkshad0w]

something that brings me comfort after that chot ending is that the tsc fandom just decided to ignore the fact that Christopher is dead, that fact helps me sleep at night :)

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

Dandy's World OC: Rosette.

She's been in my mind for a while. Pretty villain lady (sweet sweet parallels to Dandy) More info about her bellow.

She was made with distracting in mind. With 2 stars in skill checks and stealth, 3 stars in extraction speed, 4 stars in movement speed, and 5 in stamina. Her unlock is owning every main toon and 100% research on twisted Dandy. Girlie is difficult on purpose!!

Her first ability is called Villain Song (I know the image says otherwise but shut up I made it a while ago and wanted to change the name). It's an active ability that allows her to stun every twisted for 5 seconds in exchange for having the slow effect for 3 seconds. It has a recharge of 80.

Her second ability is called Immortal Legacy. A passive(?) ability in where when she loses her last heart, she is invincible for the rest of the round, unable to interact with machines or pick up items, but still able to distract twisteds, she cannot enter the elevator though and dies on the floor.

Pretty evil singer lady, the snake, the original capitalist. She has since abandoned such ways of specifically capitalism, valuing her hatred of Dandy over sticking to her character. She's as tall as a regular person (they wanted her to be intimidating), and has dangled nearly every toon off the ground before. She loves being on stage (diva) and being in the light, any light, sunlight, stage light, anything. I love her with all my heart, Dandy erased her from existence (I will not elaborate)

[headcanonsandmore]

Me, starting "The Stone of Farewell": It's been ages since I read the previous book, so I'm looking forward to reconnecting with these characters!

Me, barely a chapter in: I forgot how annoying Simon is-

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[monarchetype]

shoutout to my boy sir seoman "simon" snowlock for being the most underpowered epic fantasy protagonist of all time. bro is a regular ass 15 year old who got occasional sword training on and off over the course of a year, summing to probably like ~50 hours total. aka just enough time to learn how to play wonderwall on a guitar. he got one (1) singular magical enhancement in the form of dragon blood giving him a white lock of hair like anna mcfrozen and it gave him what would be the equivalent to an occasional +1 on wisdom checks in dungeons&dragons. and his wisdom stat would be like. a nine. because he is fifteen years old. so all it does is give him The Potential To Occasionally Have The Mental Capacity Of A Slightly Above Average Adult. and it is absolutely crucial to him saving the world, yes, but it is also laughable compared to the protagonists of other landmark epic fantasy series. fucking Frodo Baggins would cook Simon in a 1v1 if they were both allowed the gear they had because Simon's consistent "magical items" stock consists of 1. an unnaturally durable yet otherwise entirely normal arrow and 2. a mirror with which he can call for help from his elf friend, except it does not facilitate the arrival of said elf friend in any way, the elf friend must travel normally to Simon's location in order to help him. so 4'1" Frodo Braggins could just slip on his ring and murk him with his awesome glowy sword while Simon spends like a page worth of prose gaping in confusion and indecision. And you know what? I don't care. I love Simon. He is an amazing protagonist who manages to be a realistically written young teenage boy and yet simultaneously the compelling lead protagonist of an epic fantasy series with a fittingly epic scale. He is the Platonic Ideal of a Traditional Epic Fantasy Protagonist. I don't care if Eragon Shadeslayer or Rand al'Thor could delete him in a millisecond with their minds, I stan the fail king kitchen boy and you should too

[thedeadthree]

🥀💌🕯️💀 <33

*old person yells at cloud* THEORY TIME <3 but i was thinking of the skill trees screens we’ve seen so far and i am like…… super certain that ingellvar is the mourners surname and soo that calls for an update to irulannes pin interest board <33

(ill cry change it if it isn’t though but hehe anyway im stoked to at last have a surname for when i save her edits bc rn her folder says i.datv xixjjxhx *WHEEZE* 💀)

[mishalnasir]

my heart already says yes to welcoming you into my life. yes, i want you. yes, i want to make you the vital part of my silly life. yes, i think you could take care of my bipolar thoughts. i might be putting so much pressure on you, but that's what comes with me. the rose with thorns.

[codenameantarctica]

Shoutout to that one single time Prince Josua wanted was in need to initiate SEXY-TIMES but Vorzheva was playing hard-to-get :D

[ode-to-fury]

I really do have a problem when it comes to fictional women who feel they can never be seen as beautiful or worthy of love because they’re tall/masculine/muscular because it just hits a lil bit too close to home.

[aromanticasterisms]

what if i cry. what if i cry.

[starseternelle]

tag dump

❛ high lady of the night court ❜ ▬ ( freya mavor as feyre archeron. ) ❛ stars eternal ❜ ▬ ( aesthetic. ) ❛ the dreams that are answered ❜ ▬ ( desires. ) ❛ human heart ❜ ▬ ( body claim. ) ❛ the huntress finds her mark ❜ ▬ ( meme. ) ❛ if she dared ❜ ▬ ( headcanon. ) ❛ darkness stared back ❜ ▬ ( appearance. ) ❛ beating drums lead home ❜ ▬ ( music. ) ❛ survivor ❜ ▬ ( musings. ) ❛ master of everything ❜ ▬ ( gif. ) ❛ clothed in stars ❜ ▬ ( wardrobe. ) ❛ whisper of darkness ❜ ▬ ( quote. ) ❛ city of starlight ❜ ▬ ( world. ) otp: the wait was worth it (rhysand x feyre) otp: thorns and all (tamlin x feyre) otp: the beginning and the end of everything (nightstriumph) v; court of dreams (main) au; never doubt my love (memory au)