#but respect her as a fighter

[menacevenice]

this is wolsoma 🫥😒😑🥱🤬

now fr soma 😴👩‍👧‍👦😉☺️😌

Which five emoji's would you pick to describe your WoL?

[sugashook]

cage fighter wolverine

[dooblebugss]

im incredibly curious and i do not want to step over a line but do you write tiso n hornet like siblings? if that makes sense

No worries! I think their relationship is kinda weird and hard to describe, tbh. If you were to ask them point blank they would not call themselves friends, but really, they are?

They trust one another, they can tolerate one another, they even find their presence comforting at times. But Hornet has terrible social skills and Tiso has zero filter, if that makes sense?

They're friends. Very weird friends.

[fiapple]

i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.

just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.

you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.

to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.

[cdpdoodler]

good night to everyone except those who rescued Selina instead of Harvey in Telltale Batman

[ssomepersonn]

girlbug.........................

[jamethinks]

Yor getting stuck during a fire or something at work or whatever and the firemen having to come in and save her. Now, mind you, she is perfectly capable of getting out of there without their help, but ehen one of them offers to carry her, she immediately says yes. She comes out the fire cuddled up and cheesing the entire time. Sitting at the back of the ambulance staring at all the sexy firemen doing their job only for Twink Forger to show up and announce to the world he's her husband and ruin the fucking vibes

[broken-clover]

I have a deep (if slightly confused) sense of respect for the Honsim enjoyers solely on the metric that they saw all of those conventionally attractive prettyboys getting paired with one another, then looked at the two resident old dudes and went 'yeah, them. I want those ones.'

[wizardnuke]

i love dnd..i love playing heavy utility/support/backfield and i love having three to six attacks in a turn and an insane ac. at heart im a support player ill get my hands on whatever we're missing in a group

[lmhsfic]

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME IS ANYONE A KYOSHI WARRIOR 😭🫶

EKFJBVDLFKJBJKDFB

yes and no? maki is currently (and has done so in the past as well) training alongside them, but she doesn't consider herself to be a kyoshi warrior, nor does she want to join them. the offer has been extended to her, obviously, but she turned it down because her beliefs don't align entirely with theirs, and she wants to do other things with her life than work in a group protecting a designated village or person

[nympippi]

The amazing, the clairvoyant, the girl who will beat anybody’s ass, Gwendolyn Blake!!

In this au Gwen is pretty much the same, except she’s learning to accept her gift and is actively experimenting with it.

In this au, Gwen gets really interested in criminal justice and helping people like she did with the boys before they came back. She likes putting her gift to good use and helping others,

She is an honorary ghost boy along with Finney, but she’s also the boys little sister, they always try to look out for her in some way. But yeah she doesn’t really change much in this au.

[hymns-across-the-stars]

✧ - Ghost and Arti, at least based on things we've plotted?

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

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// italics for... kind of applicable?

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

During the Ciri on the training course scenes I love how Lambert goes from trying to get her to give up to genuinely coaching her thru it, even tho his tone of voice has hardly shifted at all and he's still being kinda a dick abt it but like that's lambert

[aspiringnexu]

I feel like Galadriel and Belladonna Took (aka Bilbo's Mum and the reason why he had that little voice in the back of his head frothing at the mouth at the merest hint of an adventure) would be very good friends.

If Rings of Power has done nothing else, it has cemented in my mind that Galadriel was a feisty feral gremlin who fought Satan's helper on the regular. (Even if you hate the show, the idea that Second Age Galadriel was like two seconds away from cutting a bitch at any given moment is too funny.) And Belladonna was often referred to as a particularly adventurous Hobbit whom I can see quite easily as a feral gremlin should the situation call for it.

And equally, their lovely stay-at-home husbands would definitely be friends. Celeborn and Bungo Baggins are the only reasons their wives ever settled down and had a kid and its because they were the soft and fluffy to their wives' feral and feisty.

[shivunin]

More micro stories and prompts?? YAY!

So, let's say.

Starry for Maria

Truth for Elowen

Medicine for Arianwen

Profane for Emma

Initiative for Salshira

… Pick the one(s) that you'd like best of course, no obligation to do them all! ✨

YAY BACK, oh man, you just know what I had to do for "initiative" right? Because now I desperately want a modern AU dnd group with Salshira as the DM. She would make a fantastic DM.

Thank you, Arja! 💗

(Micro-Fic Prompts)

Starry  

“Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue,” Maria sang, and motes of light spun from her fingertips, swirling in tiny constellations over the cradle before her. Leander reached for them, cooing, his tiny eyes fixed on the starry whorls above his bed. 

“You must love me, dilly dilly, for I love you.” 

This past few weeks, he’d refused to fall asleep without something to watch when she put him down to sleep. She’d been the same as a child—lights much like these were the first thing she’d ever called from the other side of the Fade—so Hawke would stand by his bed and sing until he dozed off at last. It was just a phase, she’d been assured, and the babe would grow out of it in time. For now, she didn’t much mind the singing, nor the stars.

“Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?” she sang, and smiled when she saw movement in her periphery: pale hair against the shadows, the shift of a shoulder against the doorframe, always watching in case she needed him. Ah, how she loved them both.

“Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.”

Truth

“Tell the truth,” Varric panted between bolts, “it’s the hair, isn’t it?”

Elowen cast him a horrified glance and tossed a fistful of lightning at the bear they were fighting. 

“You want to talk about this now?” she asked, and ducked when a massive paw would have crushed her head. Varric snagged her arm and tugged her out of range while Cassandra swung into the breach. 

“What else could it be?” he asked. “He’s not exactly the most charming guy out there.”

“Varric,” Elowen said, and slammed the butt of her staff on the ground, “no. Stop trying to turn this into a narrative.”

“I’m just saying—” he began, but she gestured sharply. 

“Let it go,” she insisted, and then he had no choice but to let it go, for the first bear had called for a second and there was no longer any breath to talk with.

Medicine

“The mage sent me with your medicine,” the assassin said, and he was opening the flap of her tent before Tabris could decide if she wanted to pull the blanket over her damaged arm or leave it out in the open. 

Zevran hissed between his teeth and crouched beside her, eyeing the burned skin over her wrist and forearm. 

“A nasty wound,” he said, “do you need help with it?”

“No,” Wen said sharply, and winced when she tried to angle her arm closer, “...maybe.”

Zevran made a soft noise, tongue against teeth, and carefully sat beside her. Wen hissed at the sensation of the balm on her tender skin and buried her face in her shoulder. 

“Why did she not come herself?” he asked idly, his fingertips very careful over her skin. 

“I told her to fuck off when she offered,” Wen muttered into her shoulder, flinching when he laughed and traced ointment over the edge of the wound. His fingertips were callused and warm; for some reason, she hadn’t expected that. 

“There—it is done,” he said a moment later, and stood to go. 

“Thank you,” she muttered in response, long after the tent flap had swung shut again and the sound of footsteps had faded away. 

Profane

It felt profane to walk here. 

How funny to think so, after all the ruins and temples Emma had explored as a child. But this place—this temple—was different. It felt alive somehow, as if the goddess it revered was still present to watch what she did here. 

“I am sorry,” she told the first statue of Mythal in Elvhen, “I want to help and I will be as careful as I can be, but there are others here who mean this place harm.”

She could hear the others murmuring behind her, feel the weight of Solas’s stare against the back of her neck. He’d been odd since they approached this place, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. 

Didn’t matter. He’d made it clear that her faith was not his, and that was fine. 

“Let’s do these puzzles,” she said after a moment, turning away from the remote expression of the statue. “We have to make this right, however we still can.”

Initiative

“The high inquisitor rises from her throne, staff in hand, magic spilling from her fingertips,” Salshira said, rising slightly from her chair as she spoke. “‘You have overstepped your bounds and you must pay the price,’ she says, and when she waves her hand every single one of the doors behind you slams shut and locks.”

The six players at the table before her gazed on in various stages of horror, Cassandra’s hands clasped before her, Cullen with one palm over his forehead, Bull grinning broadly and rubbing his hands together. 

“You know what I’m gonna say,” Salshira said, spreading her hands. 

The others groaned and fumbled around for dice, Sera drawing her set from under a paper plate and two grease-stained sheets of paper, Varric from inside a velvet-lined case, and Josephine from the precise line of dice she’d set before her. Salshira waited until all six players held their d20 in hand before grinning and leaning forward. 

“Roll for initiative,” she said, and the fight began.

[taughtdefense]

ethan looking at de.von lee: she's chill in my books! she can vibe with me honestly. she doesn't cause trouble for anyone, which is great.