#but she be dead mate

[bokettochild]

Fable (about Legend): You know, despite being a seventeen-year-old boy, he is somehow the least likely person you'll see chasing a skirt.

Wild: Well, maybe he isn't after skirts.

Fable *deadpan*: Well, he definitely isn't after pants either. Be it to wear or to get in someone else's!

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

good night and sweet dreams to the best, sexiest, sluttiest, smartest, realest, most based, valid, relatable, girlipop, sympathetic, cunt, fun, cool, feminist, aspirational girlboss character in dead boy detectives: doll spider <3

good night to her and no one else. i hope the rest of y’all have a bad night and terrible dreams.

[rayllurn]

Soren and Zubeia Book Five: Ocean — Chapter 5: Archmage Akiyu

[raindropren]

,,, scott,,, smajor,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[rakktoons]

“That sounds a lot like you doesn’t it? Wait- maybe that’s why I like her so much”

When I tell you that if Niko had been there she straight up would have told Charles something like “so you’re into him, now kiss” and they would have been endgame by episode 3

[thedreadvampy]

my friend invited me to go with them to a show tonight

and the thing is it was not good. it was a cabaret with some amazing circus acts but each of them got like. 5-10 minute slots. and were interspersed with 20+ minutes EVERY TIME of some of the most tedious standup work I have ever seen from the MC and the same 5 physical comedy bits repeated ad nauseum. this guy literally did a Borat bit. in the year of our lord 2024. he sang 2 entire rounds of the Family Guy theme.

and it just KEPT GOING. it was meant to be a 90 minute show, which imo is already a slog for a show starting at 11:30PM but within the bounds of reasonable. it finished. at fucking 1:50 AM. ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF THIS SHIT. and it did not help that the 5 bits were all of the 'OH NO SOMETHING HAS DISRUPTED THE SHOW' variety which is funny for a bit, less funny when you're literally 45 minutes past the end of your scheduled finish and still fucking going.

HOWEVER. what I did not realise was that this was in fact. my friend's favourite comedian. and if I had known this I might not have gathered up my stuff and walked out during the curtain call and probably would not have announced on the way out, 'that was the most tedious fucking thing I have ever endured.' and I almost certainly, when someone overheard me complaining about the length and tedium and said 'yeah it ran a bit long huh,' have replied, at the actual near-shouting top of my voice, "I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF."

I feel. bad for spoiling the show for them.

in my defence I have been very tired this week, I got home at 2:30 AM, and raked seating really hurts my hips so I was in agony by the end of the first hour. but mostly I'm just a bitch who loves to hate tbh.

[devilsrecreation]

This has probably been said before but can we just appreciate the attitude Sarabi gives Scar in TLK?

The scene literally starts with Scar yelling for Sarabi and this is how she acts while she’s making her way towards him

She is literally surrounded by her natural enemy and what does she do? Is she scared of them? Does she hesitantly walk towards Scar? Does she even try to appear polite to the hyenas cuz she doesn’t want problems? No. She just looks down on them with this “I’m better than you” look/pos

She doesn’t even try to fight back when some of the hyenas are snapping at her, she just casually walks by cuz she doesn’t have time for their shit

And look at her stance and how she talks to Scar. She doesn’t cower in fear ONCE nor does she act hostile towards him. She keeps her stance with her head held high and calmly tells him the reality of what’s going on. She doesn’t necessarily belittle him, all she does is spit facts.

Also I love her tone when she says “Yes, Scar?”. She sounds cordial but it’s really code for a sassy “What do you want now?”

Hell, she’s too much of an absolute queen to yell at him. She does raise her voice a bit, but her tone is more stern than anything when she says Scar’s decision to stay has sentenced them to death and he can’t just let them die.

I like to think “us” isn’t just referring to the Pride, she’s talking about the hyenas as well. She knows the lack of food isn’t just gonna starve the lions, it’s gonna kill off the hyenas too. Something you know Scar never thought about

Could you imagine what she would be like if she were ever in TLG? Like she sees Scar’s ghost for the first time and she STILL gives him attitude hfhfgfgd

[perenlop]

looking at wc excerpts is so exhausting bc ill hear secondhand stuff from the fandom about female characters and their situations and go “wow i kinda hope she interacts with this other female character, i think they’d get along really well” and then i do find excerpts where they interact and they hate each other because the erins will scream and die before letting two grown unrelated female characters have a nice interaction post omen of the stars apparently

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[rakkikuroba]

Do you think Aylin, when she saw Isobel grow weaker and older, thought about giving her immortality to her?

And she stays awake late in bed, her lover sleeping peacefully in her embrace, delicately tracing the wrinkles of her face, reminiscing of smiles and laughter directed to her.

A some sort of sacrifice for her love one. Getting locked up but knowing Isobel will live forever.

[bonebabbles]

When I first read DOTC and got to Star Flower joining Clear Sky’s group, I legit thought she was working to gain trust to either usurp Clear Sky or avenge her dad. I remember being disappointed that she actually ended up as Clear’s mate, and even as a teen I remember feeling weird that she got together with Thunder’s dad even though she was closer in age to his son

If I had a dime for every time someone came to me to share how they read this arc as a kid and were skeeved out by something absolutely horrific but didn't yet have the vocabulary or maturity to phrase it yet, I could pay for a PSA broadcast that says "DOTC IS THE WORST ARC"

[moonytoast-x]

my friend just revealed that she thinks snape was a good person, and she ships snily and now I don't know if we can be friends anymore

[pizzaboat]

Chakotay to Janeway when she asks about what they are: "Some lines shouldn't be crossed."

Like what? Proposing? Marriage? A certificate? Because you've done everything else at one point or another...

[goldeneyedgirl]

I have returned

My absence was medical-related, and now I'm back - and optimistic that things will get better now! So if you've been waiting for an email, DM, or ask response, I've actually got enough spoons to write! We have two new chapters on the way this month, so I cannot wait to get those finished.

Until then, have this weird fun little snippet from something I never really did anything with.

He’s sitting at his desk, working on the family financials when he hears their conversation - Bella and Alice. “You never fell in love?” Bella is curious, and the question - or at least, the ones that will follow - has been waiting to burst forth. It makes sense that she’d be curious. Alice is the last person anyone would expect to be alone. “I did once, but it didn’t work out,” Alice’s response is light and unexpected, and he immediately freezes. She doesn’t talk much about her life before she met him, and she’s certainly never mentioned any love affairs or a broken heart. “They weren’t interested.” “Oh, Alice,” the pity in Bella’s voice is cloying, and he can feel the embarrassment drift over Alice. “It was a long time ago, Bella. It’s not something that I think about very often. I know that they are safe and happy, and that’s all that really matters in the end.” There is definitely sadness in her voice now, and he wonders who it was. Who turned their back on her and left her alone and unprotected. “But didn’t you see that it wouldn’t work out?” He wants to ask Bella to stop talking, to leave Alice alone, but he is transfixed by this secret side of Alice, this secret history that not even he knew. “I saw us together and happy. And I got impatient, and decided to go to them early. I just wanted to skip to the good part, I guess. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out.”

[nocturnalcolour-art]

Warrior Cat AU Design 👀

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I DM for a group of my friends a homebrew campaign heavily inspired by Zootopia & Beastars that has been lovingly nicknamed “Fantasy Zootopia” by my players.

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Recently I’ve been on a kick coming up with concepts for what they would look like as a warrior cat. I love coming up with their names and details to draw back to the player character.

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This is Petaldrop! (she/her) based on Petunia the lop-eared rabbit. She has, so many kiddos, and her dead spouse just hangs out rent free in camp with her because frankly - it’s boring in Starclan!

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Character belongs to @morbidgiggling design by me!

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If you’re interested in my work feel free to DM me! I’m taking commissions to save up for surgery!

[solargoose]

Wooooow I've been playing clangen recently and sometimes rng really does write the best plots. So here's the story:

Swampstar becomes mates with Boragefur and they adopt 2 kits - Gladetail and Carpbright. Shortly after the kits are apprenticed, Swampstar and Boragefur have a huge fight and break up.

Immediately after the breakup, 2 cats - Wildshade and Berrydrop - confess their feelings for Boragefur and are rejected. After Gladetail and Carpbright become warriors, Gladetail is discovered murdered (culprit unknown).

A little while later, Boragefur and Berrydrop become mates. Not long after, Berrydrop, consumed with guilt, confessed to the murder of Gladetail!

So it really looks like, consumed with rage over being rejected, she murdered the object of her affection's daughter. After they became mates, the guilt was too much and she had to confess.