#and who doomed what was left

[aboxofcereales]

I think there should be some magnificent writing done of the looming moral dilemma of Elspeth Rook Mercar, the Breaker of Bonds, the firm believer in heroic nonsense, falling for a Lucanis Dellamorte, whose calling is death, the First Talon of the Crows. Because no matter how big and soft his heart is, he’s still unavoidably will lead the organization who helped to save Thedas, yes, but also is intertwined with many of the horrors that the Shadow Dragons oppose. And yet, still she will always choose Treviso, instead of Minrathous.

[ciderjacks]

putting Tenna in Ralsei’s room bc I need them to have father-son bonding activities

(I don’t usually feel a need to put disclaimers but Please Do NOTTT tag as any sort of ship)

[cloud-ya]

Sega managed to give Shadow wings AU before I could

[midnight1nk]

what have i done?

[makeriia]

ITS STILL PRIDE MONTH SOMEWHERE SO AT LONG LAST I HAVE INDEED DRAWN THE GAY PEOPLE FOR THE MONTH!!!! YEAH!: I AM TOTALLY NOT 3 HOURS LATE-

This is actually a fanart for a modern rus-real AU made by a very cool person from tg

Basically the story behind this one is Phai god drunk (dont do that guys)

Climbed a frumnken tree next to the room him and Mydei share (AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES)

At 4 AM mind you (Mydei is not happy about that)

And showed flowers he picked up on a side of a road (He fell face first into them because intoxication does that to a guy. Some could say he’s multitasking)

And uh I was planning to draw this bit a month ago. Yeah. Uni does this to a guy

[sankttealeaf]

its two in the morning and i'm plagued by thoughts of the von zarovich brothers

[justaz]

oh fuck merlin following after arthur for five seasons, at his heel following him into every battle, every fight, every quest without regard for his own safety. arthur dying on the shore of that damn lake and merlin dying with him but his body remains. arthur goes to avalon and merlin is forced to stay on earth. merlin can’t follow arthur this time. this is one journey merlin and arthur can’t take together. two halves split and kept apart for over fifteen hundred years. goddamn it. these fucking assholes never fail to make me cry. i hate them i hate them i hate them i hate them

[zzzenmui]

[casualshrimp-but-undertale]

old doodles i never posted… part deux…… everyone thank ryu i guess

This is from the end of March btw

[room217prayer]

It was supposed to be a brief though, turned out to be a big post on Tamcien

Hello, it's me.

It's been long, and I'm here with a reflection on Tamcien and how I picture them as a form of unrequited love.

Tamlin loves Lucien. He did, before he was betrayed by him.

Lucien admires, is grateful, and loves Tamlin, but he sees him as a... Friend. As his High Lord. Ex High Lord, now.

How could he see him differently, when he knew him only as such, when he knows the rules of their world: what a High Lord is to them, to the other fae?

So he may never have considered his hidden feelings beyond friendship's boundary—if he had them, does he ever wonder in the night, in his home, between his band of exiles, if he ever did?

He loved Jesminda, she died.

He loved Andras, and he died too.

Both in horrible ways, who they were... unrecognizable after death.

Maybe he thinks it's good that he doesn't love Tamlin. He doesn't—he doesn't. Not even as a friend, perhaps—does he hope so?

What about Tamlin?

Perhaps he found his breath again when he had Lucien in his life.

I picture it wasn't easy. He probably saw himself as a beast, made only to kill, unfit to be a High Lord. To be of help to anyone.

What if... if Lucien was the first to enter his inner circle?

Then all of his friends came one after the other, the foundation to a bond so intrinsic that it couldn't be broken, only felt, and that's where the torture was lying ahead.

But Lucien? He was different. In a way where he simply... knew.

When did he realize it was love? When the daylight hit his red hair, his russet eyes, making sure they looked as glimmering gold?

How many times did he have to refrain from reaching out his fingers, tempted to brush away some strands from his face when he was reading? To compliment him on his "Clean hair"?

When—If—Lucien began to have something with Andras, did he lock his feelings deep into his chest? When Feyre came, and he fell—something he didn't want—had they vanished?

Or some of them burned still, charcoal ready to come aflame once more? Only to be crushed into dust and ashes, when he flew away with her.

When he saw him wearing the Night Court's color. When he became one of his emissaries.

What did he feel when he packed all of his belongings, leaving them outside, making sure the last trace of him left behind wouldn't haunt him?

Have only thorns been left behind of this love?

Was it love to begin with?

I kind of picture them in the same view of a Date/Yukimura's doujinshi I've read— it was one of my favorites about them—where Masume had married, and he only wrote one last letter to Yukimura, before he died in battle.

Their love, impossible to be realized. If there is any left or if it even existed.

Stuck in a cycle of words, feeling unsaid. Unrequited love, that has no home left, that never had a home to begin with.

How can you break something when it was broken to begin with?

Love would not save them. Because the world—themselves—will always make sure their love won't survive.

Yes, I love the angst of it all. The doom of it.

Ps: Yes, it's mostly hc, mixed with canon, what's new, ahaha

Ps: I wanted to add a bit of Tamsad, buuut... that will be for another time... (soon!)

[enjoyvoidblack]

Melanie King deserved better in a lot of ways, but I've decided one of them is that she should've been born a decade or two earlier and gotten the chance to meet Gerard Keay.

Imagine if, instead of being snapped up by Elias for having "a life shockingly lacking in any meaningful connections", she could have made contact with the only person around who's both just as isolated and angry, and equipped with the setting's one and only productive plan to do something about it. Gerry's bookburning is one of if not the only bits of real, tangible good succeeded at in the course of this story - something not even Gertrude's many sacrifices managed to fully achieve. He took terror out of the world. He prevented who knows how many people from experiencing Leitner's horrors, and he did it with a flaming abandon that would have validated all of the anger Melanie sought a home for in that bullet when it had no other.

Those two couldn't have saved the world, but they could've ripped a damn good hole in the things that tried to claim it before it went out, and I think they would've both been much happier for it, especially Melanie. Just imagine what could have been, if they'd gotten one long road trip crusade together instead of facing the world alone save for whoever thought them handy as a tool. Imagine Melanie during season 4, on the road and able to funnel all her restless rage into something that actually deserved it. Going wherever she wanted at top speed instead of being stuck with containment and waiting, being able to say "it's not bloody fair" and get a "damn right it's not" in agreement instead of distraction and pushback from people more preoccupied with stopping the things they'd already had their own time to process. Gerry burning books in a Tesco parking lot with Melanie as lookout. Melanie kicking the pile hard first before he lights it up. The two of them helping each other touch up their roots in a rest stop bathroom. Just Imagine.

[hazel-nethzzz]

Im tired of pretending like Pjo Hermes isn’t such a tragic and sad character sighhhhhhh

[kacievvbbbb]

But like hypothetically if I decided to make a series of YouTube video breaking down and rambling about how I think the first year trio encompass the full gradient scale of what it means to be “morally good” and how by the end of the series they have grown exponentially but their moral inner workings are so entrenched in who they are they never needed to change they just became more of who they already were.

Because initially Yuuji wants to save the world in that abstract way all heroes do, Megumi is only interested in saving those he can save and Nobara is only interested in those she wants to save. And all these are treated as morally valid by the narrative and not really flaws in need of changing but instead philosophies in need of refining and understanding.

Because Jujutsu Society as a whole encourages and thrives off a moral apathy or superiority, they are in the business of killing curses not saving lives and that ultimately raises the question of if you’re going out there everyday killing curses and inadvertently saving lives does it really matter the reason why? Or the morality behind it? Maybe not to you but to the society, maybe.

So anyway, hypothetically ….would you be hypothetically interested👀

[designsdefiance]

junelezen day 7: death

"It was a noble death-" "It was a senseless death, Arlont! That's all any of this is! Senseless!" "Luxiene..." "How- how can you still be so blind? Our son is dead and you're still trying to pretend there's a point to any of this.

putting a lil lore exposition under the cut to avoid this getting too lengthy. holding up my messy ishgardian family like simba.

arlont, elsinne's father, is technically from the brume, though his mother was taken in as a servant by house fortemps before he was born. he's close in age to edmont, and they were firm friends from a young age as a result of this despite their vastly different stations. as he grew older, arlont trained as a knight, specifically serving house fortemps, and fought his way into earning some sort of place in ishgardian society. and his friendship with edmont morphed into more of a crush, as he started to realise he wasn't exactly heterosexual.

the idea of admitting to those feelings, though? unthinkable. despite their close friendship, he and edmont were still worlds apart, and arlont's place in ishgard's high society tenuous at best. so he buried his feelings, about both his so-called best friend and his sexuality, deep in his psyche, and instead married a noble girl from a family with close ties to house fortemps, luxiene de visellier. he had a close friendship with her too, though his feelings were entirely platonic, and it was easy enough to pretend he loved her. he hoped, if he pretended hard enough, that he would come to truly love her.

for a while, he and luxiene managed to put forward an image of happiness. they had two children, josselin and elsinne, and things were good. still, the longer he played pretend at being a doting husband to luxiene, arlont could only think of edmont. attempting to repress his feelings only made them grow stronger and harder to ignore. luxiene, too, began to sense that something was not right. it was hard not to notice; arlont wasn't exactly a subtle man. he wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was obvious to luxiene that his heart belonged to edmont, not her.

there was never a physical affair. edmont seemed to be the only person fooled by arlont's facade, and arlont intended to carry his secret to his grave. still, it was enough to stoke the flames of jealousy in luxiene's heart. and that jealousy rapidly morphed into hatred- first for edmont, then for ishgard as a whole, for the society that forced arlont to hide who he truly was, that made him lie to her, use her as a cover story under the pretense of loving her. she began to sympathise with the heretics, opening her eyes to what- from her scorned perspective- the dragonsong war truly was. their words were a salve to her aching wounds. she knew what walking this path meant- but if arlont could keep secrets, so could she. still, the tension was obvious, a festering rot in the foundations of the life they'd built.

things came to a head when elsinne was 15, and josselin 17. josselin had always idolised his father, always longed to fight in the war at his side. arlont had been eager to grant his son's wishes, and he'd proven a talented fighter, quickly surpassing most of his peers. he was already accompanying arlont on patrols and other duties, dressed in the same house fortemps colours luxiene had come to loathe.

there wasn't supposed to be a dragon that day.

it was a simple task- escort a trader from tailfeather to the city proper. josselin, ever eager to please, and perhaps a little arrogant, had insisted he could do it alone. this was, of course, ridiculous, but arlont trusted his son enough that he didn't need to accompany him. josselin left ishgard with two other novices.

hours later, only one of the boys returned, wide eyed and babbling something about a dragon attack.

they never found the bodies, but the image of it alone was enough to drive luxiene to madness. her son, in house fortemps colours, bleeding out to wounds left by dravanian talons in another senseless conflict. the fact that the dravanians started this conflict was lost on her. she was too far gone to see reason, too willing to blame ishgard for anything and everything, too distraught at the loss of her son to be told otherwise. a few weeks later, she would disappear without a trace- though whispered rumour spoke of her heresy. arlont wasn't the only one who was bad at keeping secrets.

[impbites]

OCtober day 18 - swap 🩸👼 (their original forms look like this!)

i went with "role in the story" for this one. i've thought abt this AU a bit before, but i think a lot of things would change if gwyar was sacrificed instead of claret…

The Cooler Claret spawned from a face monster and so i thought it would b cute to have gwyar mutate from a crimera! (<- objectively uncute thing to say). the monsters r somewhat significant bc they represent unfulfilled desires from when they were still ppl, like claret becoming strong enough to protect her home/family and gwyar's desire to be free (hence y she can fly now).

even though claret emerges as an adult in canon, i chose to keep gwyar as a child in the swapped version bc it felt more fitting. clarets new role in the story is similar to gwyars in that she aims to purge the crimson, but where gwyar becomes quite apathetic, claret takes on a much crueler personality... 😔

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Tw covid

I've never been so fucking pissed off at my mom in my entire life. She came home yesterday after being gone a few days feeling sick and I told her to take a goddamn covid test which she fucking didn't bc she claimed it was allergies. It's fucking covid. We avoided that fucking thing for five fucking years just for her to bring it home with no fucking regard for the rest of us. And she didn't even stay away from us?? She was literally around us all fucking day no mask no nothing and said she'd test later if she still didn't feel well when she could've just done it yesterday when she got home and not exposed the rest of us. Like I'm fucking furious and stressed out and I have to fucking cancel everything I had planned bc she couldn't stay tf away and take a test yesterday