#and his cottagecore dreams

[thesixthhuntingdog]

[haenxn]

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[serpenteve]

do you guys ever think about how aleksander's whole life derailed after he met alina??? ☠️ like i know we always talk about how sad and tragic it is, but it's also just so fucking hilarious?? like local dark lord was just living his life as a normal military general and then he meets alina and has a fucking mental breakdown

[the-apocrypha]

Asking about Crispy Crispy Hob just in case no one else has yet ❤️‍🔥

You're the first! I've posted a bunch of snippets on my discord, so it is probably not news to anyone that this picks up like 10 minutes after part 4 ended. This is, however, definitely the most spoilery snippet yet, so it's under a little cut.

“He is dying,” Dream snarls, blood spilling over his tongue and dripping down his chin.

“And so you have brought me to bear witness?” Lucienne demands, throwing a hand out in Hob’s direction. “To assuage your guilt for your part in his death? You speak of magic even though you well know that I have no real power. I hold no skill in the arts of healing. I have no connection with the fae which you might exploit. I am as useless as you are!”

Dream draws in a breath, and closes his eyes.

A hundred, a thousand times he has heard these words, but never from his own lips. Never has he understood the desperation that drives mortals to speak them again and again, heedless of the consequences or the price.

“I would make,” Dream says, nails digging into the palms of this hands, "a bargain.”

[justaz]

okay but have we considered morgana x freya?? two women who believed themselves to be monsters, hunted by the same man and his loyal followers, cursed, doomed to death the moment someone finds them out, alone. they wish for freedom, somewhere where they can be themselves, where they dont have to hide, where they can embrace their power and who they are without fear or without harming anyone.

[themoonsaid]

sunlight falling in the dark room through the window. ray of moonlight lighting up the silent sky and the dark room through the window. rain pouring down through the window. snow falling while we are in our warm blankets through the window. standing by the window. looking at the full moon and making a wish by the window. listening to 70s songs by the window. reading a book by the window. petting wandering cats by the window. window, the most tender spot in the house.

[milos-lil-corner]

Mini series where a reporter decides to look more into the Wood's Familicide case and finds out that the older from the family, Liu Woods, survived, so they go through the whole series trying to find clues of where Liu is and try to contact him for an interview or something. Like, I can see every little twist and turn in my head, I just don't have the resources to put it into action.

[waitineedaname]

I love seeing something described as canon typical wangxian behavior because that can mean anything from "mutual pining with a heavy helping of misunderstandings" to "consensual non-consent roleplay"

[invinciblerodent]

getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.

like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.

As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)

She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.

And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)

Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.

He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.

So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.

Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.

Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.

One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.

The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.

.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.

[cottagecore-raccoon]

A patron handed me his baby to hold at the library today and Oh the baby fever. Oh my lord. I need a child yesterday

[southfarthing]

HE'S NOT DEAD!!!! he walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar

READ THAT IN PIPPIN'S VOICE AND NOW I'M IMAGINING THEM MEETING..........................FINROD WAS FASCINATED BY MEN IMAGINE HIM WITH PIPPIN IM SOBBIGN

[shortnotsweet]

The Miracle Wife excerpt, chapter 2

[dkettchen]

isekai protagonists these days: I was transported into this magical fantasy world, but I don’t wanna fight as a hero! That’s scary and I have no fighting ability, I’m Just Some Dude™! 

isekai protagonist: I know! Instead, I will do something mundane that I enjoy and happen to be skilled at and build a living out of that! I will travel to see this new land, and make friends along the way! The world is my oyster!

me: ...

me: you realise you can do those things in real life too, bud, right? that’s just what adulthood is? is you being able to do literally whatever you want to do within the constraints of your situation, means, and skill set, if you just set your mind to it? 

[raydianbluesandhues]

Hey. What is your favorite de Blob character?

( sorry for the wait!)

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I think I’ve said this before but Pinky is probably my favorite (with Arty being a very close second)! I just enjoy her personality and how spunky she is compared to everyone else. She compliments Blob very well in terms of their personalities; Blob being the more chaotic good of the two and Pinky being the one to smack him with a rolled up newspaper if he gets too overzealous and rowdy, but she can also be silly with him. They’re so,,, sibling energy and I believe I talked about this in the Pinky headcanons post (which I might go more into depth on)

She’s also pink which is one of my favorite colors, which helps yknow

[augentrust]

the bright queen vouching for the mighty nein in front of the world at large while her traitor of a shadowhand is living his cottagecore dreams in their wizard's house is killing me

[simplepotatofarmer]

for the record the whole concept of the au is 'techno would just like to live his life as a fugitive out in relative peace with the twin piglins he and his co-fugitive adopted but dream is a little insane'.

i don't know the context of the show but this gif is extremely rivals duo in the 'terrible two au' coded.