#fence book

[coyotepuppyy]

fence fandom hot take, apparently

listen. idc what anyone says. the novels aren’t that bad. i fucking loved the tiny snippets of wholesome nichoji. i loved the slow burn with haiden. it wasn’t even poorly written. i feel like a lot of people get hung up on it not being entirely canon, or just that it disrupts the flow of the comics or whatever else.

but they’re still good books, and tbh i’d pick that as canon harvard and aiden so quickly. i loved them both so much and i love how the books actually gave insight on aiden and harvard’s feelings and thoughts, as well as seiji’s, not just nicholas’s / a general perspective.

anyways that being said now that i’ve finished everything besides redemption, i need fic recs :3

gimme some fluffy haiden or nichoji pining or smth to hold me over while i wait for all the parts of redemption to come out together, since i can’t figure out how to read it without spending money (bc i don’t wanna spend the money twice)

[happygirl2oo2]

Don't ask me to explain it, okay, but-

top left: Seiji

top right: Aiden

bottom left: Jesse

bottom right: Bobby

Valentino at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2005

[cuubism]

brandon sanderson wrote the most unhorny book series ever written (stormlight archive) and yet somehow developed the hottest fictional man in the world (adolin kholin)

[mxliv-oftheendless]

I need more than six episodes of Dune Prophecy I need at least six seasons about these morally grey power-hungry women please and thank you

[catrasfreckles]

I keep finding more little parallels between the endings of gtn and htn

[gussiemouse]

I’ll NEVER get over the casual, off page, exchange of Nicholas giving Seiji his jacket at the end of the date! IM GNAWING AT MY WALLS

[johnslittlespoon]

i just finished the prologue of the mota book and i don't know how i haven't seen a single post talking about how after john and gale's stalag reunion, they were then separated for another four months.

my heart is aching so bad. imagine being reunited (after almost three weeks, oct 8–26th) and having that tiny feeling of 'everything is going to be okay' and then being ripped apart again for four fucking months. 120 more days of not being able to be at each other's sides.

[enbylesbianism]

hiiii i’m from brazil and am coming to tumblr like a refugee after twitter got banned here! let’s be friends! (every tag is something i like) (also i’m a 20 year old genderfluid lesbian who uses he they pronouns) 💫

[dozydawn]

[kevgansey]

PLEASE .

[arsenicalofarsons]

❗️TW BLOOD❗️

I'm so sorry guys I had to

[schweizercomics]

A DREAM OF SWORDS campaign

The Kickstarter for A DREAM OF SWORDS is one week in, and has hit all of its original stretch goals!

So even though the book is an embossed 2-color hardcover now (with silver foil on the horizon) and has twenty-five more drawings in than it did when it launched, it's still going to only be $16 plus shipping for backers. The price will go up for retail after the campaign is over but one of the things that I think is really neat about kickstarter is, thanks to the stretch goals, the folks supporting it out of the gate get more for less.

Also, because I'm doing twenty-five more drawings, that means there are now plenty of original pieces left for backers at that level.

Thanks so very much to everyone who's supported this campaign, and who told others about it and shared it. I really, really appreciate it!

[marcelineuntitled]

fanart for This Is Not The End by @kings-highway

potentially my favourite fic ever!! <3

[baelaria]

Coming back from Narnia pt. 2 Edmund

When Edmund is put back into the body of a ten year old, after having a taste of adulthood, he’s absolutely distraught. His chess pieces, Cair Paravel, the street lamp, everything’s gone.

He looks at his siblings, almost likely suffering, and they slowly stand up, hand in hand, facing the now strange world once again.

At home Helen doesn’t notice much change in her youngest boy. Apart from the newfound affection towards her and his beloved people and the interest he seems to cultivate in war strategy and chess, he looks like the boy he was before the beginning of the war.

But nothing’s like it seems.

Edmund is pestered by violent dreams full of war and bloodshed, just like Peter is. But he somehow controls them better, at least doesn’t wake up screaming at the top of his lungs. Even though sometimes he does wake up in the middle of the night, and not for the scared screaming of his brother next door, and so he silently rises from his bed, clutching tightly his night robe, scared to hit something in the dark as he ascends down the corridor to his older sister’s bedroom.

Susan barely even opens her eyes as she feels Edmund hugging her tightly, pressing his tear stained cheeks in her nightgown silently, listening to her shallow and regular heartbeat.

She slowly moves her hands through his hair until he calms down and stops shaking, until his breath becomes shallow and regular as well.

She doesn’t sing a melody, nor comforts him with words. She knows that nothing will ever fill the deep chasm that is inside Edmund’s heart since he began fighting at the ripe age of eleven. And she doesn’t mention it during the day. But their mother has found them countless times curled up into one another well past the rise of the sun, also comforting one another in deep sleep.

Edmund’s teachers find him astonishing. He’s very talented and good with words, so precise with his wording that a few classmates have started to call him silver tongue.

Ed’s flattered, but every time he hears that name he makes a very nostalgic expression, almost like remembering something far, far away.

Mostly because his counselors used to call him silver tongued, also astonished by his long formal and exquisite letters he used to write to neighboring countries in the name of Peter the Magnificent.

But he is not only good with words.

As soon as he joins the chess club, which, obviously, is one of the first things he asks to do to his mum shortly after coming back; he finds truthful rivals worth many long nights in front of fireplaces with a chessboard at hand.

His rivals actually never find a way to understand his strategies, but once or twice somebody manages to beat him. Maybe after having had a short chat with one of Edmund’s sisters, but that he mustn’t know of course.

So through this valid rivalry he does find one or two friends and so often invites them to play against him in front of a freshly made pack of Turkish delights and a hot cup of tea. Who is to say no that ?

But Edmund also takes on fencing. Sure, the literary courses and activities are between his favorites, but he dearly misses fighting with a sword at hand, forever reminiscing the time when he always had a sword at his side and a shield in his hand.

So he takes on fencing. And he is surely grandiose at it. Actually, after not even a week, he even manages to beat the instructor, who baffled, must also somehow explain to his other students how Edmund beat him, even though he himself cannot really formulate a proper explanation.

So, bored, Edmund forces his brother to take on fencing as well.

At first Peter isn’t really delighted of the idea, thinking that the balance of fencing is completely different, making it hard for such a prude knight as him, but somehow Edmund manages to convince him, and boy was it the right decision.

Edmund and Peter right away find a kind of balance of their own, swinging through the classroom light as feathers. A few students even think that they’re dancing instead of fencing. But the Pevensie brothers just have a connection of their own, different from all kinds of stuff those people had seen before.

Ah, and of course another hobby of his. Edmund deeply enjoys reading, often also to other people. He loves reading lavish tales about faraway kingdoms to Lucy, who loves to be lulled into his arms while imagining those faraway kingdoms.

But he also appreciates silence while reading.

All the siblings know where to find their brother when they’re desperately searching for him, and he is overjoyed to be found in the library, feet tucked under his legs, arms with book in hand resting on the mahogany leather armrest of the comfortable chair he was sitting in.

His library back in Narnia was almost as big as a small ballroom, but back in London he has to settle with a single wall full of books.

But that does not stop him from buying more books. The bookshop employees of the little bookstore at the angle of a small street know him very well by now, even offering discounts, knowing he will always be back for other books that might peek his interest the next time he visits the little bookshop.

And so also Edmund has left a piece of his soul back in Narnia, desperately trying to fill the hole with hobbies and interests he also had back there.

But nothing will ever feel like Narnia, except - maybe- returning there…

[zoreldanvers]

#tfw you're the child of the goddess of wisdom and therefore a chronic overthinker but also dyslexic but also a desperate people pleaser but also you're twelve and have no supervision and 200 dollars to buy candy

[stars-obsession-pit]

Walking the right path between the planes

There’s something wrong with the Fenton basement lab.

Well, okay, there’s a lot of things wrong with it. Even before the ghosts started to come through, it was kinda a chaotic mess with half-finished devices. But normal lab safety isn’t what Danny is talking about.

Something about the space itself is wrong. Has been since the portal opened, he thinks.

It’s not immediately obvious. He doesn’t think anyone else has noticed it besides him. But sometimes, when he moves across the room, his position doesn’t quite match up with where it should be.

And he’s determined to find out why.

So he starts to map it out. It’s not easy. Just taking a measuring tape to the walls finds nothing amiss, no matter how many times he tries. It’s only when following certain paths that things change. And those paths are complex, winding throughout the room in nonsensical ways. More akin to spiderwebbing cracks than roads, and sometimes shifting from day to day. But he’s making progress, he thinks. Getting closer.

And eventually, he carefully traces out a path, and steps out into someplace else entirely…

You see, when the Fentons punched a hole into the Infinite Realms, it wasn’t a clean split. Sure, the portal worked, but the edges also skimmed through into other worlds too. Not much, but enough that following just the right path can allow you to slip through the cracks to the other side…