#YAY SHES MISERABLE

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Day 2 Blanket./Flame.

Wanted to write some angst after the final battle in Solitude (takes place the night before before this) >:3

The smell of burnt flesh was inescapable, as a funeral pyre stacked high with bodies blazed beneath the Castle Dour; casting dark shadows behind those who stood in attendance. Flames licked at the bodies piled before them, solemn prayers and the choked wailing of those left alive was the only sound besides the crackling of the fire, and as Cirwedh watched from the side she made note of each face. Every tear, every balled fist, every person she'd leave offerings to after this was over.

A cold hand came to rest up on her shoulder, and when she turned she saw Fennorian and Lyris now beside her. Lyris' expression was grim—so different from the usual cocksure bravado—and her hand palmed the haft of her axe almost nervously. Fennorian stood silently, hand simply resting on Cirwedh for support while the three watched from a distance as the Princess spoke over those burning. Lyris' was the first of them to speak, turning her back as she did so.

"I'm going to wash the grime off, maybe get a drink." She waved a hand behind her as she hung her head, "I'll find you two later."

Cirwedh watched as she disappeared through a stone archway before turning her attention back to the shadow beside her. Fennorian hadn't moved once, not even to watch Lyris leave, and when she placed a hand atop his, the skin felt feverish.

"Fenn?" It was soft, whispered but there.

He finally looked up, before looking back down to where she stood. Fennorians eyes were cold and empty, and redder around the edges than usual. He pulled his hand away from her shoulder and the missing weight was unbearably noticeable.

"I could have been the same."

Cirwedh could only watch as he looked down at his hands, and the cuts that marked them. She knew there would be bruising tomorrow, but for now they were perfectly porcelain beneath the scratches.

"If I'd kept on—if Lyris hadn't knocked me out of it—I could have killed these people as easily as the fiends. I could have been the same as them, mindlessly ripping and tearing and-" he stopped, tears beginning to wet his cheeks. Cirwedh knew the feeling, was extremely familiar with it in fact, and couldn't help the pang of guilt in her chest. Maybe had she ended the King sooner they wouldn't be burning so many bodies. Wouldn't be saying these things. But she hadn't, and here they stood warmed by a fire fueled by her failures.

"If you hadn't let go, more could have died." She reached forward, only hesitating for a moment before wiping his tears with a calloused thumb. "You stopped the tide, Fenn. You held those gates and when they fell you held the line. You didn't become like them. And you won't."

Fennorian smiled weakly, looking down with wet eyes and holding her hand to his cheek. Though soaked in blood and sweat as they were, she didn't think twice to pull the taller elf into an embrace, and when she wrapped him in her arms he melted into the touch. She knew what it was like, to need someone to hold you up when it feels like you're falling apart. She'd been there too many times. For a moment they stood there simply holding each other; finding comfort where they could as more bodies were piled into the fire. It wouldn't be until sunrise that the flames finally died, and most would be gone by then, but as the wind carried glowing wisps of embers into the sky they stood watch, and made peace with those they could not save.

Burning the names of the dead into her memory, like they were brands pulled from the fire, Cirwedh held on to what little comfort she could find. In the morning she'd visit each home and leave food, gold, anything their families would need. But for now—dark and full of horror as the night was—she would stand, ever the watchful hound, with Fennorian at her side. There was a lone howl in the distance, and then nothing but the cracking of bones and popping wood the rest of the night.

[nomairuins]

bedtime nowww probably ummm today qas not what i wanted it 2 be but its fine. i dont feel negative just a very very very numb day which is almost worse. but only almost 🙏

[0-k-4]

suicidal peneloppe! suicidal peneloppe!!!

[wonder-worker]

…You’re telling me that there’s been an official English translation of Attila Zsoldos’ Az Árpádok és asszonyaik (The Árpáds and Their Wives: Queenship in Early Medieval Hungary 1000–1301) since 2019 and it’s not available anywhere?????????

[malsorie]

u guys ever see someone with such rancid vibes but you can’t exactly pinpoint where that’s coming from but it is THERE and everything they do kind of ticks you off in a way but you can’t say anything because you’re basically just pulling all of this out of your ass and maybe you just need chill tf out and go touch mother earth instead of getting worked up over something that’s not really there. (but also it HAS to be there because the vibes are just so strong.)

[whimsicalcotton]

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[girlthativealwaysbeen]

everything is falling apart again😭

[honeyviscera]

im back! it wasnt terrible actually

[socalledfreethinker]

loveeeee that so many people in my life are like forget abt what happened with Emma and then my therapist is like you’re right, what she did was so cold and heartless and invalidating of a years long friendship. LOVEEEE my $150 validation session.

[no-mercy-bby]

When the crying makes around my eyes pink and brings out the green in my eyes>>>

[aspeckof-stardust]

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[technologyvoid]

Oh wow the mother sure is something else

[maythray]

GOD i love idb. i love that shes my character i love love love that i know everything about her and that i own a character that i think is this cool... thats a lie like she objectively sucks but. you get my point. i love her. god i think she rules

[caramelmochacrow]

ah i remember why i made that vent post when my term ended!!

bc one of my "friends"? (idk.... acquaintance?) went through my tumblr bc i was looking through it (for some reaosn idk i forgot--) and scared me bc she gave me the transphobe/homophobe vibes and almost saw me using he/him pronouns for myself !!

[weirdtenderlove]

i want dick so bad from a pretty girl i could scream

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday: *is being arrested*

Enid: Wow. God forbid women do anything these days.

Sheriff Galpin: Kid your friend-

Wednesday: She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit.

Thing: H-O-M-O-P-H-O-B-E

Sheriff Galpin: I’m not- whatever, your girlfriend just landed four grown men in the hospital.

Enid: And… She looked good doing it.

Wednesday: They deserved it. One of them told me to smile.

Enid: You tell him baby.

Sheriff Galpin: You know what? I can’t with… whatever this is. She’s free to go and officially your problem.

Enid: Yay!

Wednesday: *pausing mid-escape and casually handing the sheriff broken handcuffs* Miserable-night Sheriff.

Sheriff Galpin: *whispering* I hate you.

Wednesday: *also whispering* I’m glad.

Enid: Hurry up babycakes, I need my cuddle buddy.

Wednesday: *smirking* Coming Amore.