fefairys

[warringwarrioridiot]

“SUCK IT, BITCHES!!!”

[hinamie]

Boob window aside, having an avatar who fucking sucked is such a cool idea???????? The possibilities and the worldbuilding consequences???????? Your minds??????????

(also im not sure how i'll cope with waterbending megumi, the concept is making me go 😭💙😭💙😭💙😭)

HFJJGF YA sukuna....a symbol of peace...in charge of maintaining the spiritual balance of the world............truly What cld go wrong (lots) . Fire nation absolutely reeling they want to reroll so bad he did them so dirty

also re: waterbender megu ,,, heeeeheeeehhehhehehe ok listen. ik this means nothing coming from me bc im chronically obsessed with megumi no matter the context but . let me just say tht out of everything we have planned, the stuff with megumi is BY FAR my favourite :)

naturally it will still hurt tho :3

[corvid-language-library]

Asked my Japanese friend/coworker about something one of the little shits kids said to me yesterday and this is what she had to say.

[guraveetee]

y'all remember this?

hc that it all started just to annoy chuuya. patches with wobbly and uneven stitches on his shirts and jackets and his expensive coats.

then proudly showing off the ones he made for oda and ango.

now at the ada, they'll find some random patch on top of their files. and it somehow matches them.

just dazai subtly teasing them with it because he's an emotionally constipated idiot and he don't know how to say, you are my friend. thank you for helping me.

[queenvhagar]

I love that Aemond claimed Vhagar. Not only did he have every right to do so, as well as the courage, nerve, and determination to approach Vhagar how and when he did... I also love that nobody expected Aemond to be so daring as to find and approach Vhagar at the first opportunity.

In hindsight, they should have known. He'd snuck into the dragonpit several times before this and had almost been killed attempting to find his own dragon.

It's no wonder that when he heard Vhagar calling out as the sun set on Driftmark he went out to find her.

All of this is especially more likely when considering his motivations: all of his siblings and nephews, all but Aegon younger than him, had already become dragonriders, something Aegon and the Strong boys loved to make fun of him for.

The bullying by his brother and nephews was one motivation. Another was that as Alicent's second son, his father paid him little attention. But maybe if he could finally claim a dragon - the biggest and oldest dragon, at that, the same dragon his father's father claimed - he could prove his worth to everyone in his family.

Instead, upon claiming Vhagar, he was immediately ambushed by his nephews and cousins. As he defended himself against four attackers, his nephew pulled a blade and sliced through his eye.

That boy's mother demanded Aemond be tortured for saying something during the fight that everyone knew to be true, and Aemond's father turned on him in favor of her.

That boy was never once reprimanded for what he did to Aemond - nor were his accomplices - and the only ones who seemed to care at all about his suffering and permanent disfigurement were his mother and siblings.

Is it any surprise after this that he embraced his dragon's warrior legacy and trained to become the ultimate fighter? He saw how vulnerable he and his family truly were, how their well-being mattered so little to the rest of the family, and he did all in his power to become the kind of man who could protect them and who would never be overtaken in combat again.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Look, we thought pairing my LDB up with freaking Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced instead of Ulfric would be funny.

It wasn't. It was just sad.

ao3 | masterlist

As I told my dear sweet @elder-dragon-reposes, it's one thing for one of Ulfric's followers clear across Skyrim to get heart eyes for Ulfric's girlfriendsword arm, but it's another matter entirely if it's one of his generals. In his own city.

Yrsarald remembers the Dragonborn from when she came to call Ulfric to the Greybeards' council. He remembers that she was soft-spoken and adamant about the World-Eater. She's hopeful and compassionate, and that stands out to him, even if she is an elf.

Ulfric doesn't seem to mind her ancestry, so Yrsarald elects to ignore it untilunless it becomes a problem.

News comes that Alduin has been banished, and the Dragonborn is about Skyrim, helping people. It's . . . nice that the foreign half-elf seems to care so much for the well-being of Skyrim and her people. Yrsarald keeps tabs on her through the informants and spy networks. It's a matter of security if the Dragonborn turns traitor to Skyrim and helps the blasted Thalmor. Galmar isn't keeping up with it, so for Ulfric and the Stormcloaks' sake, Yrsarald is.

But all he hears are good things. She wins admiration everywhere she goes, but she doesn't belong anywhere. Balgruuf the Greater is trying to tie the Dragonborn to Whiterun, but she's as flighty as Kyne's winds. Somewhere in there, Yrsarald learns her name is Leara Ormand and she's from HIgh Rock. She grew up on magic and chivalry. She probably sees life as a fairy tale. He may disdain her for it.

But then she comes to Windhelm. They've had troubles of their own, being stretched between the care of the city and fighting a war. And she solves problems. He hears she's investigating the serial killer in town . . .

. . .then finds the Butcher, and she's hurt? Ulfric is concerned, but Yrsarald finds himself livid. He cannot see his Jarl's worry for his own shame that their hero came to help them, and all she got in return was a bleeding wound and permafrost on her skin.

Imagine being so in love with an otherwise mythic figure, a celebrity, that you can't see that your friend, your brother, is also in love with her. How can you see it when you aren't ready to admit your own feelings?

Leara is renting a room at Candlehearth when Yrsarald decides he needs to pay his respects to her. She is surprised when he meets her near dinner. He has never seen a woman so precisely featured before. She's not in armor (he's only seen her in silver plate); her hair is down (curling in blood rose vines) and she's bundled in a cornflower blue dress (it's loose to accommodate her bandages). He wants to sit down and talk to her, but he doesn't. He thanks her, though, and she smiles. He stops by the counter later to make sure Elda sends her a dessert .

"But don't bother her with who it's from." "Well if that's how you choose to show your appreciation."

Yrsarald buys Leara sweets after that. She doesn't know it's him. She knows it's someone who appreciates her service and feels bad about her getting hurt, but Elda won't crack. Drat the woman.

Leara wonders if Ulfric is gifting her the sweets. She wants to hope it's Ulfric. She wants their past to be past and for her to appreciate everything she continues to do not for him, but to his benefit; she wasn't drawn in by his smile or anything. Who else would it be if not him? Ralof? He's not in town. General Stone-Fist didn't seem too bothered about her.

Leara's still healing. She's not bedridden or anything, but she's not fit to go beyond the city gates where there are bandits and dragons and necromancers (oh my!), so she decides that visiting the court wizard might be a fruitful investment of her time. She shuffles off to the Palace of the Kings. She runs into Jorleif right off and, on telling him she'd like to visit the court wizard, he's ready to take her to Wuunferth because she's been to see him before, and after all, she is the Dragonborn.

And this is that delightful moment when fate can swing either way because if Ulfric shows up and offers to walk Leara, that's all she wrote. Yrsarald's lost his chance because now that soft smile from Candlehearth is directed at the Jarl, not him, and Yrsarald will never get it back.

But maybe, just maybe, if Yrsarald gets to Leara before Ulfric does, if he captures her attention in conversation, maybe she'll look at him.

For a general commanding troops, it's terribly hard to be brave before a woman.

He would ask her how she's healing from the attack, and Leara would sigh, tired with herself but patient in her speech, because she's healing but she feels like she's letting the people down. And the tips of her ears might turn pink (Yrsarald didn't know elf ears did that) because Leara didn't mean to be that candid and trouble him – but Yrsarald is tripping over himself to tell her that she's done more for Skyrim than anyone (why is his neck red?) and it's reasonable for her to convalesce after an injury.

"Rest and eat apple tarts." ". . . how did you know I was eating apple tarts?"

Yrsarald coughs (he did not mean to tell her that). Leara is staring at him. They're at Wuunferth's quarters. She blinks at him before thanking him for guiding her through the palace. Then she's gone, and Yrsarald is kicking himself for being an idiot.

He's smitten.

Soon (too soon) Leara has healed from her injury and she's at the palace again, but this time she's offering to help Ulfric negotiate a permanent peace between both sides. Ulfric's seen Leara at the table, he knows what she can do. Galmar is more skeptical, but when Ulfric looks to Yrsarald for his opinion (and Leara's too-blue winter deep eyes follow) he says to let her have at it.

Leara needs to be brought up on the Stormcloaks holdings and Ulfric says he'll help her, but then Galmar needs him for something else and Yrsarald (does NOTdoes) jumps at the chance to help the Dragonborn. She's attentive and quiet, and asks the right questions about supplies and movements. And Yrsarald realizes as he's talking to her that Leara has been in a war before.

"Were you in the Great War?"

The stiffening of her shoulders is almost imperceptible. He'd have missed it if he weren't watching her so intently.

"Yes."

Her reply is measured. She does not lie.

"Legion?"

Because everyone was in the Legion then. Back when it fought for Skyrim. He wouldn't fault her if she was . . . why is her face sour? Her mouth is pinched.

"It doesn't matter–" "It does."

Why does it matter? He wonders, why is he pressing?

Her eyes are wide. So wide and too-blue.

Leara looks ill.

And then he knows.

He knew from the beginning she couldn't be trusted. She was an elf. All elves scurried back to the Thalmor in the end. She was here for that blasted Thalmor "ambassador" – she would betray Ulfric and the sons of Skyrim to their deaths!

There's a breathless scream.

Yrsarald doesn't realize until then that he has her on the ground. She's so small and too precisely featured. Her eyes are too blue. She's a traitor, a liar, a fraud–

The Dragonborn does not care for Skyrim.

"Yrsarald, please–"

Yrsarald growls.

Why is she crying? Doesn't she realize what she's doing to Skyrim? – Done to him? All this time and Yrsarald realizes he let Leara lure him into a fairy tale, only for her to shatter it with frigid reality when he thinks, when he thinks . . .

He might love her.

But elves can't love.

"You will rue the day you stepped foot in Skyrim, elf!"

She's sobbing. If she were really a true Dragonborn, she'd try and Shout him off, but Yrsarald wonders if she lied about that, too. High Elf illusions.

"Yrsa–" "What's going–?!"

Then Yrsarald is yanked back forcibly. Galmar is there. And Ralof. And Ulfric.

Ulfric is on the floor with her. Kneeling beside her as she gasps and tears turn her white gold face into wet porcelain. Kneeling beside her as if the elf wasn't going to sell Ulfric and everything they'd worked for to the Thalmor!

Yrsarald strains against Galmar and Ralof. He grits his teeth.

"She's Thalmor!"

Galmar stills. Ralof pales. Ulfric's head is bowed. She isn't making any noise but she struggles to breathe and it's tearing Yrsarald apart and enraging him all at once.

"I know."

And with those words, Yrsarald questions everything he ever knew about Ulfric Stormcloak. Ulfric knew she was a Thalmor spy? Was he coming to stop her – but . . .

Then Ulfric is lifting Leara from the ground, helping her to her feet, and it's too gentle for a King about to arrest an enemy.

Her hands are grasping Ulfric's arm, her eyes wide. Ulfric's face is drawn.

"We will discuss this later."

And he walks out with her. And the elf is free. And Yrsarald doesn't understand.

And then Galmar speaks:

"What in Oblivion did you do?!"

Yrsarald . . . doesn't know anymore.

What he learns later is more than he could stomach. Leara was a member of the Thalmor and she was a member of the Blades before that, and during the war, she smuggled information from the Dominion to the Blades intelligence networks and then defected while smuggling Ulfric Stormcloak from captivity.

He's nauseous when Ralof tells him this. Respectful Ralof – save this time there's steel in his eyes and disdain in his voice.

Yrsarald realizes he deserves that.

Later, when she finds him at Candlehearth, drinking his weight in ale, he realizes he does not deserve the understanding and forgiveness and the self-loathing in her face.

"I know why you did what you did. I can't fault you for it, not when I could've sold your Jarl and cause out to the Dominion. But I–"

Leara's eyes trail off.

"I'm sorry."

He chokes out the words. Her eyes slip back. She was far away.

"I think it's for the best if we're not alone together anymore."

Then she's gone.

Yrsarald buys another round.

The next day, Galmar says Ulfric wants him in the Pale. Far away from the Dragonborn goes unspoken between them.

Yrsarald goes. Ulfric's face is hard when he bids Yrsarald goodbye. The Jarl is not as easily forgiving as the Dragonborn.

Yrsarald is in the Pale when, a month later, news comes that the Dragonborn is handling an armistice in Whiterun. Skyrim divided. What was she thinking? She's thinking for Skyrim, Yrsarald realizes. That's all she's thought about this entire time.

It's a year before he returns to the Eastern capital of Windhelm, and only then, it's because the High King is getting married.

Yrsarald sees her. He doesn't stay long after that.

After all, Ulfric would protect her. Had protected her. Even from Yrsarald.

He could live with that.

[slimmestslime]

MAGIC MISSLE!

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Old highschool tropes are outdated, when do we get the updated version?

- that one girl who inexplicably hates the cheerleaders and actively wishes for one of them to fall from the top of the pyramid and break her arm for no real reason

- that group of boys who sit at the back of the room and very loudly and graphically pretend to have gay sex

- the takis girls w the hoops and the long nails and their one gay guy friend who all loudly tell the teacher they're gonna run a strip club when they're older and if the teacher comes by they'll get free drinks from the bar

- that one weird kid who's definatley watching hentai in class and or reading bootleg yaoi off wattpad

- the kid who passes around a flash drive with bootleg minecraft downloaded on it to all the other kids so they can play RL craft in class on their computers (the teacher does not give a shit)

- the band kids and choir kids who appear to have some sort of blood feud going for them

- the 6th ""permanant"" substitute teacher of the year bc the school can't find an actual teacher to hire and all the subs eventually quit too. He's visibly checked out of the lessons and gives free reign to the children so long as no fires are set (nothing has been taught in this class since the first month of school and graduation is in 3 more months)

- the kid who comes to school with wet hair dye still in their hair and on their eyebrows, who then washes it out in the school bathrooms and stains the skins

- the kids who vape in the bathroom, causing the entire school to lose bathroom privileges (not to be confused with the kids who ripped the stall doors off the stalls, though they are equally at fault)

- the substitute who used to work in the government as security for notable politicians and has the type of personality that everyone actually believes it (she has that standing invitation to go to the students strip club for free drinks one day)

- the kid unfortunate enough to find a trash bag filled with used condoms in the bathroom

- the gay kids (they band together like rats)

- the kids with horrific home lives who casually drop genuinley just the worst thing you could possibly think could happen them, yeah whatever you're thinking is right, randomly at lunch as everyone else at the table goes "Wow that's wild" then keeps eating their shitty cafeteria pizza

- that other kid who always comes to school sleep deprived because they couldn't sleep over the noise of their dad and new step mom having incredibly loud sex (every day they draw closer to running away)

- the one red haired kid who gets ostracized for being a ginger (and also that time they threw a fully frozen juice box at someone and had to get an in school restraining order against them for assult)

- the "seizure kid" who got a seizure at the school dance once and instantly became famous for it

- The principle who published erotica and can not hold a single assembly without someone in the crowd screaming "I LOVED YOUR BOOK" and someone else screaming "WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART" back at them, so they scream "THE PART WITH THE BUTT STUFF" (she later quits only to be replaced with a principle referred to by students as "pedo mustache")

[corrodedcoughin]

Hello, so @metal-dads and @kkpwnall made some truly excellent points of Christmas pun lover Eddie and I’m here to add some nonsense

I'm thinking as soon as it turns to the first of December the campaign turns to 'elf-fire' and all of the party has to create elf-sonas. The whole story is that they have to slay Satan, oops sorry, Santa (‘Did you hear that everyone? sleigh? oh, you did? well, I didn't hear any laughing, so I'll say it again and maybe this time you'll get it. oh, you don't find it funny Gareth? well look who has a life-threatening curse that means they are always at half hp, its Ga-wreath the christmas elf! Shut Up! if you appreciated my comedic genius, you wouldn't be in this mess’)

As the weeks go on he slowly adds and adds to his santa costume but none of the red tones match, the beard is just cotton balls glued to an old tshirt and he's doused his hair in talc to make it white that just ends up coating everything when Eddie starts getting into the game and shaking his head at each roll of the dice.

Each time Eddie makes an atrocious christmas pun, be it at the club or out in the wild, the party laugh too enthusiastically, knowing the vengeance he'll take out on them if he doesn't.

Then on the final night, Steve comes to pick the kids up but he's early and outside is freezing so he takes himself inside to sit in on the last part of the campaign. Eddie makes yet another terrible play on festive words and all of 'elf-fire' laugh too loud and too long. When they stop Steve just looks up and states quite plainly and unbothered

'dude, that was shit'

The party go silent, but then they realise, Steve doesn't have a character, he isn't at risk in this situation. They all cheer much to Steve's confusion and Eddie whips his head around, feeling brave in his dungeon master persona. Stares Steve down and mischeviously smiles 'hmm don't like my puns? maybe you should find a way to shut me up then'

and Steve? Steve didn't get his reputation for nothing, sure his heart is beating like a hummingbird, and he feels lightheaded and the thought off what Eddie is proposing but he doesn't let it show, not yet, not when he doesn't know if Eddie is serious

'oh no santa is mad at me, have I been bad?' with a roll of his eyes and smirk of his own.

Eddie turns immediately back to the party face as red as his Santa hat and ploughs back into the game, maybe not so focused as he had been before. The campaign is successful, absolutely annihilating Santa/satan as Eddie dramatically re-enacts the death (‘and to all a good fright ho..ho…ho…AND SCENE’)

If Steve hangs back after the kids file out and gets back to the car with a bashful smile and white powder suspiciously similar to the talc in Eddies hair on his face and clothes well, that's Dustin's mystery to solve. And he will, have no doubts about it.

[angeltannis]

Just got home from a big multifamily yard sale! Wasn’t as good a haul as last year’s, but still got some neat things 😊

Chromecast, still sealed: $5

All the Pokemon stuff (not pictured: Japanese Marnie card that’s inside her tin) - $2

Puss in Boots: $0.50

Giant Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon: $1

Miniature doll house cabinet: $4

Not pictured: bottle of water and homemade brownie baked by a grandma: $1

Total: $13.50

And some cool stuff I saw but didn’t buy:

[shinesurge]

attendees please stop going up to people at artist alley tables and pretending to be interested in their work as an In to try and sell shit to them out of your backpack lmao. i promise promise PROMISE it does not work and in fact will get them to avoid you forever regardless of how cool your thing is. you're literally doing the thing mall kiosks do where they compliment you as you walk by then drag you over to sell you shit, except the reverse is worse because we are trapped behind a booth and the social contract lmao this is doing your career a NEGATIVE AMOUNT of favors

[theloveinc]

this is me reminding you bc is shinso also a pro BC IMAGINEEEEE

No because he's already spinning around in my microwave brain like a frozen lasagna and YES HE ABSOLUTELY IS A PRO!!! Showing up at your house all raggedly looking at 6am to get your daughter when he said he'd be able to pick her up before 5pm the damn night previous.

He knows you're not... seriously mad at him when you answer the door with a glare, but you're definitely peeved at his usual excuse of "something came up, the commission ended up needing me all night."

"Yeah, well," is what you want to say, "your daughter with insomnia needed you, too."

Except before you can scald him with the words, the little girl is waddling outside from behind you still in her nighty and straight into his arms, and it truly is hard to be mad at him when he scoops her right up into his arms (have they gotten beefier?) and apologizes to her with a kiss.

(And then you have to invite him in for breakfast because it was already on the stove, and then you have to wait with him because she needs to repack her bag, and then he's standing there awkwardly in your living room, his old place, like he's not currently staying in an almost-dumpster of an apartment, save for your daughter's little room, AND HE'S RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS NECK AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE because it's not only a reminder of what he lost but also you'll be able to tell, you can always tell, that he hasn't really been sleeping much because... he constantly feels like he needs to justify the fact that he chose work over you and his little girl and, and, and, and then she's finally appearing with her plastic backpack ready to go and he can't bring himself to properly say goodbye as he leaves as if to pretend he'll be back soon, good riddance!!!!!)

But that's how it always goes between you, and hurts even worse because neither of you are sure if your three year old actually knows (realizes?) that you aren't together anymore. I mean, his hours as a hero were weird even when she was first born and things were still good, so it's not like this is unusual to her.

(Shinso anticipates losing himself when she finally starts noticing that you only kiss her goodbye, when she starts registering who isn't home, when she starts asking questions about it, and when the answers finally start to make her cry.)

...

He relates to the notion. The thought of losing his family makes him want to cry, too... hence why he lets you make the majority of the decisions about her well-being and tries to stay out of your way (he figures you might need him again if she inherits his quirk)...

(You'd never know it, at least... he hopes, but he does appreciate his job for allowing him to take his frustrations out on the underground criminals he's tasked with catching, but. That's for another time).

...even if the whole thing hurts him more than he could ever begin to say.

[jrueships]

babygirl please leave the elderly alone

[ryoryeonggu]

One of the conflict between Alex and Jackie at the beginning is that Alex should have told Jackie about Paige, and it's understandable that Jackie felt confused and doubt about their relationship after knowing that. But that fact alone should cancel the agrument about "Alex always tried to make Cole look bad so he could look better" or "Alex wanted Jackie only to compete with Cole" or whatever (even though the second argument already makes no sense as if we didn't see Alex already fell in love with Jackie at the first sight, and has been looking after her and trying to make her happy since then).

Because if Alex truly only acted on the "nice guy syndrome", it would have worked well on his benefit if he'd told Jackie about Paige and Cole kissing his girlfriend. Now it will definitely make him even more of a good guy and Cole a major big asshole to Jackie, and it's even without lying. What would win a girl better than a sob story about a girl who he did nothing but be good for, breaking his heart? Like he could have whined on detailed about the betrayal, how it affects him, and made it everyone's problems. Instead he avoided talking about it until he had to assure Jackie what he felt about her is real and he no longer had feeling for his ex, he ignored Paige just as much as he walked away from Cole (until the asshole of his brother had to get into his personal space to provoke him and mock him).

Not to mention while calling Cole fcked up doings he also held himself accountable. He always apologized when he did something wrong, he refered to his wrong actions with "there's no excuse" and not even tried to justify himself about punching Cole when he had reasons to do so. He's not perfect, he has flaws, he fcked up too but he tried his best.

[menlove]

my parents' getting together story is wild like straight out of a half-hearted fanfiction or perhaps a romantic comedy and then it was just immediately downhill from there bc they're both mentally ill but hey you know what at least i'm here to suffer through this mortal coil

[poundfooolish]

my work is undergoing a lot of restructuring and we're all getting shuffled off to new teams, and my boss just floated to me a team he thinks I'd be a good fit for, basically doing the same stuff I'm doing now with a closer focus on just fixing problems, ie, my favorite part of the job

If I do actually get moved to this new team though the actual new favorite part of the job is gonna be no longer working under this man