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[the-hearteater]

And you're beating your fist to your breast where your heart is, hoping that if you hit hard enough you'll beat all that ice cold loneliness out

[spideyladman]

WEGH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

warmth.

a comic about not being alone.

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[quinn-of-aebradore]

It’s not even three weeks after the Circle of Amber’s assignment in Hallowharbor concludes that Yussa comes knocking on their door again, interrupting Essek in the middle of baking. “There’s been an incident,” he says as he steps into the living room, not having bothered to take his coat off. Essek sighs, already beginning to untie the apron he’d been wearing. “Of course there has, you never visit with good news. What happened?” Essek's Circle—the Circle of Pearl—is assigned a new case: discover the nature of and locate the fiend summoned by a film star. Things don't go as planned.

At last, my Shadowgast Candela Obscura AU is done! I have had such a fun time writing it and I hope you enjoy it even halfway as much I have it 💜 and, if you haven't already, have a look at my tag if you want some extra lore for Caleb and Essek, plus some adorable art of them!

[bluesylveon2]

Ortho the Matchmaker (working title) taglist

Due to popular demand, I decided on write the fic based off of my post here!

EDIT: FIC CAN BE FOUND HERE!!!

With that being said, does anyone want to be tagged when I am finished with it? Just know that this will be my first twst fic, but I will try my best to make the fic a reality. Just let me know if yall want to be tagged!

Taglist (updated as of 5/8): @nanograms, @krispyenthusiastkitten, @strawberrycaramelcapybara, @mochiclouds, @kitty-page, @fancyhawk45, @xxoomiii, @kiyoyachisimp, @arisdelssy, @rainbowcake1212, @forgwater, @justyoureverydaytwstsimp, @savanaclaw1996, @shrimpsterprefect, @that-creepy-girl-000, @penguinmilo, @tingerines, @julessketchbook, @i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy, @booming-spam, @nekanecorvus, @glacticrose, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @imakeeggswet, @hatshroom, @lunarapple, @simp-simp-no-mi, @the-hearteater, @aroseyhyena, @vitaniangel-blog, @nxyll34, @everettelz

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[whumplovers-collaborate]

Original Work List — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy original writing and art of OCs

Writing

Life Excerpt #4 - Routine Cumbersome Visit by LizzyDizzyYo

Another illness. Another run to the hospital. Another moment James realizes he isn't ready to lose Als.

This is (or will be) a part of an extended universe revolving around the characters Als and James, and one among many fics in the non-linear series about these two. It can be read as a standalone, but will probably make more sense once this fic is connected to the rest of the series. You can read the other fics in the series later for background information.

Trials of Thanatos by shadowsofourdeepestmind

Thanatos Iuventus is focused on nothing more than getting home to his husband on a miserable rainy evening in February. Percival Capuano, a newly-fledged mafia boss, has other plans for the vampiric therapist. Thanatos just has to hold out until the Archfey can find him, or at least, that's what he tells himself. But every day is more difficult than the last and he is not known for his tenacity. Hopefully, when the Archfey arrives, he'll still be in enough pieces to put back together.

the best mage in the whole empire by Kanraxing

A young mage captain returns from the frontlines victorious, but finds himself thrown in a prison cell.

dinner party by Kanraxing 

in a world where superheroes and villains are constantly at odds, a young villain ends up a renowned superhero's plus one to one of the biggest events of the year...

Out to Shore by fluffae 

As much as Sea loved Archer, Sea knew Archer could never love him back.

my hands they drip tears, my eyes they weep blood by the_diving_fox 

Cerberus is an aasimar rogue on the run after a brutal fight that he wasn't on the right side of. He's found bloody and beaten by kind strangers who do their best to nurse him back to health.

i am so terrible at titles *hands you some fae siblings* by beebeebees

Art

Treat for ritz by Anonymous

Tick. Tock. by kas_intheshadows

Crimson has gone without human interaction and food and water for nearly 2 days and he’s losing it. The clock on the wall hasn’t stopped, it’s all he’s heard and all he can think about. When Eugene finally shows up, he’s different to usual and the change is unnerving Crimson further. Through all of this, the clock keeps ticking and Crimson can’t shut it out of his mind.

I Know You're There, Maxie~ by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kian, a troubled hearteater, has gone off the rails. Drunk on the scent of blood, she chases down her adversary, Maximiliano.

Midnight by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Being a Midnight Child is an invisible curse whose only signs are the wounds and fear it leaves on its bearer...

What happened here? (pic) by winterseasons

Cutter is separated from his team when a ghost hunt goes wrong. He comes across a bloody scene and realizes the killer ghosts are still in the area.

WLC 2023 Multimedia Summer Exchange Gift by Alexander_Rietveld @tiny-feral-arachnid-man

Assorted drawings of Chordata7's ocs (Erin R. Watski, Asura Dara and Kurama).

The Bad things by BeneathAScorpionSky @beneathascorpionsky

Aaaaaaa giftart

Sacrifice by Anonymous

POV youre about to get sacrificed to Erducenzi by Axel Gawain Ozul and Ash Necronium Hler-Ozul.

Fever by John_in_Art

Marcus hoped he didn’t go too far. You can't get information from a dead captive. His skin was clammy under his fingers - he might be going into shock, Marcus thought - but he was breathing and his pulse was strong. He could take a little more.

Tears of Anguish by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy)

Maximiliano is having a hard time…

Treat for Aquamaris by the_actual_letter_n

Portrait of her OC Sorren!

Robot's Treat by Anonymous

Chordata's Treat by Anonymous

Bagelistrying's Treat by Anonymous

Art of Alexander_Rietveld’s OC by Quillwritesometimes @onlywhump

Ed is having a bad day

Hiding in the Shadows' Treat by Anonymous 

Plague Doctor Simp's Treat by Anonymous 

Sparrow's Treat by Anonymous

Arizzo's Treat by Anonymous

Writer of World's Treat by Anonymous 

Tic Tac Murder Spaghetti's Treatby Anonymous

Open by the_actual_letter_n

Flaming Psycho's Treat by Anonymous

Bincaptain's Treat by Anonymous

Breaksbones's Treat by Anonymous 

Truthfully a Fangirl's Treat by Anonymous 

Just A Trick of the Light by Flat_San @willowtreewhump

“They’re not real,” he thought to himself, swallowing thickly around the cold lump of fear in his throat. “There’s nothing there. I’ll close my eyes… and everything will be fine.”

Hurt Pete :( by itstanzaniteuniverse 

Bloody Flames by Sishal @sishal01

Diana had a real fun night.

Jack by Sishal @sishal01

Jack had a rough night.

Emc's treat by Anonymous

 

Kanra's treat by Anonymous

Strange Encounters by Steefwaterbutter 

Formoso the mer meets Jiang the water dragon

Siegrrun's Gift by Anonymous 

Fandom List 1 — Fandom List 2 — Fandom List 3

[howlingmoonrise]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

thank you so much for thinking of me anon! <3 <3 <3

(i also got tagged on this on my main blog, so if it looks familiar to anyone that's why!)

okay, this is a hard one. let's see!

cinq d'epées (the princess and the frog, charlotte la bouff/dr facilier)

in which charlotte needs to turn to the shadowman to save big daddy, and then finds herself coming back. again and again and again.

honestly this one is like. a HUGE underdog, and yet possibly my fave. people always go for the barbie/dracula due to powerhouse popularity and sleep on this one. the first couple scenes or so are a bit awkward but then it really hits its stride.

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2. a spun sugar night's dream (the nutcracker & the mouse king, nutcracker/marie stahlbaum)

Sometimes, her prince is too perfect.Godfather Drosselmeier's single dark eye is not unlike those of his nephew. But in the right light, in the right mood, her beloved’s could have been perfect black circles painted over wood, glossed over in a steady toymaker’s hand.

*throws vibes around like glitter* a fest of candy-related words with an undertone of fae creepiness, just the way i like it. post-fairytale exploration my beloved.

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3. beloved, beloved (hold on to the world) (petshop of horrors, leon orcot/count d)

D's kind is not easy to hold on to.

*banging pots and pans* tam lin au!!! tam lin au!!! also an underappreciated fic, even in the midst of all my petshop of horrors works. it reads very poetically and, well. it is a tam lin au. it was bound to be a winner.

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this is where is starts getting hard. i'm VERY picky and i turn my nose at most of my own writing, especially older stuff, so these last two are less faves in terms of enjoying them as a written piece and more "i had a lot of fun writing them way back when" sort of self-recs.

4. In the Woods Somewhere (ever after high, daring charming/cerise hood)

AU where Milton Grimm discovered Red and Badwolf's affair and went to great lengths to silence it. Years later, Daring Charming finds a girl in the woods. Or, Daring Charming accidentally becomes the next Red Riding Hood.

basically a role reversal, but if their initial roles were more or less the same? i wrote the first 12k of it non-stop in a fugue state after watching thronecoming, that's how many brainworms it gave me. i feel like the writing is a bit dated (this is from... 2016? oh wow) but i'm still pretty proud of the work i did regarding daring's characterization here!

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5. hearteater (howl's moving castle, howl jenkins/sophie hatter)

It was a joke, at first. A quip thrown this way and that when they call him a rake, a rogue, a ravisher. You just go around stealing hearts, they say, sometimes accusing, sometimes sad, and he can’t stomach any sort of seriousness so he replies with a winking and I eat them, too. But this is the land of Ingary, where things such as giants and fire demons and seven-league boots exist. And so, it becomes true.

in which the whole heart-eating thing becomes a loooooot more literal. written originally as a gift for sandmancircus, my beloved

thank you so much for the ask!!! <3

[thelonelyreaderr]

Blood in the water

Staring at the children playing in the shallow end of the ocean the old man’s eyes narrowed. They reminded him of old times when he was a little boy playing with his friends unaware of the dangers the ocean held. But he had learned the dangers the hard way. As he closed his eyes to reminisce the childhood memories the children ran towards him shouting. “Mister! Mister!” “Do you have any stories from the sea?” They asked curious “I have a few...”The old man sighed trying to figure out which would be best for them. “Oh-I know just the right one. It was a long time ago” He started “I had just had my eighteenth birthday and was full of courage, I only had one goal- become the captain of my very own ship. I mean there wasn’t much to do in the old port city I used to live in. It was either you settle down and become a family man or hitch a ride on a departing ship and explore the world.” He explained to the kids as they sat in a circle around him. “Of course I did feel bad about leaving my family and essentiality my whole life behind but curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see the world. I was naive, blunt, and snarky but I ended up on the crew of The Hearteater, she was a beauty...to this day I haven’t seen a ship as magnificent as hers. The captain of The Hearteater was Sir James Scott, a brave man who could have gone to do brilliant things if he had-” His story was cut off as the old man went on a coughing fit, the children quietly waited for him to continue, and after recovering he started back up. “If he had not taken the Hillion shortcut. It was clear when we set sail that day, that the shortcut would have shaven 60 miles off of our voyage if we had done it the correct way but our navigator wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box and he got our coordinates mixed up. Instead of going down the Marine sea, we went through the Start Isle” The old man paused for dramatic effect as the children gasped hearing the old man survive the Start Isles. “Now don’t call me crazy know what I saw but...when we got closer to the center the skies got dark and a savage storm started to toy with our ship. Our Captain was standing at the deck giving out orders when it appeared out from the depths of the sea. Or more so it’s tentacles appeared and started to break apart our ship. I myself am not quite sure how I survived but I thank every god that exists that I live each day.” The old man concluded. "That's it?!" One of the kids was disappointed. The old man chuckled, "Afraid so kid, If I could remember more I would tell but" He shrugged disappointing the kids was never fun but all he wanted to do was slightly scare them after all. The children stayed by his side listening to him tell more about his adventures, it was only when the mothers came out to collect their children did the children leave this side.

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That was bad I know but I had to write it for my class and thought why not post it here for fun? I wrote another short story that is even worse so I'll try to post it tmmr and if I have to write another story in class I'll post it aswell. :D

[curiosity-killed]

Goals for tonight

Draw the hearteater pic

Piano 🥺

Transcribe the past two days’ writings mostly done

Exercise

[unbloomingmoonflower]

devourer of hearts [1]

So I oop and made an AU and now I wanna write a thing for it. Gonna has the OG Shuri x Esti ship, but Esti is playing the adventurer role this time. 

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The Forgotten Knight was far busier than usual. Civilians, knights, adventurers all intermingled where one could barely be distinguished from another. Ishgard had become far more welcoming when its gates were opened. 

It was a good thing, Estinien considered his musings while focused on his tankard, that it was becoming noticeably difficult to determine one’s status in Ishgard ever since he had returned to pay a visit to Aymeric. Ishgard had no need for the Azure Dragoon now that the threat of the horde was no more. 

He could wander as he wished and he was taking full advantage of that.

Sharp, blue eyes flickered throughout the tavern, his ears tickling at the mixture of hushed and slurred conversations in the air. One table nearby was a full party of adventurers, trying to huddle to be heard amongst themselves yet still speaking loudly enough to catch the Elezen’s attention.

“Can’t believe we found another one,” muttered the Midlander of the group. “A gapin’ hole right there, heart completely gone...bloody hell, I sure don’t want to risk my neck for this job.”

“We already took this job from Camp Dragonhead, Hethor,” the Dunesfolk Lalafell piped up, sounding resigned. “No wonder they seemed damned pleased to be rid of the responsibility. No one said the suspect was a Hearteater.”   

Hearteater. That word piqued Estinien’s interest and in spite of himself, he wanted to hear more of this party’s conversation.

The Hellsguard Roegadyn’s appeared to barely hold back the contempt in his voice. “Even with this job, that makes how many deaths now? Seems to me that these Hearteaters are a growing problem. Oi, Mae, haven’t old mates from Gridania told you something about them?” he barked to the Hyur, whose garb suggested she was the healer of the party and very likely hailing from Gridania. Estinien couldn’t restrain himself from hearing what she had to say. 

Under her comrades’ inquisitive stares, did the one called Mae stammer, “O-Only once. They found a body near the old Haukke Manor with the heart removed from the corpse too. I-I don’t know if they found others,  Zwynblaet.”

“Whatever the case,” the Roegadyn responded curtly, “we gotta tell them fools back at Dragonhead that we ain’t doing this job. If this thing finds us, who’s to say that it won’t rip our hearts out too.”

“I agree with Zwyn,” the one called Hethor added before he glanced at the Lalafellin companion. “What about you, Rurutomi?”

Rurutomi heaved a sigh. “Guess it’s all but decided, eh? We all aren’t dying to a Hearteater today or any other day.”

It seemed that conversation was what the group converged to have, for once the Lalafell gave his own assent, they rose from the table, chair legs scraping against the scuffed floor before leaving one by one, with Hethor paying the barkeep for the drinks. 

This made for quite an interesting evening. Estinien took a long draw of his ale, brows knitted as he considered what he had just heard. “Hearteaters, eh...” he murmured against the rim of his tankard before setting it down. If these rumored creatures were suddenly becoming an epidemic across the realm, with bodies cropping up, then the creatures clearly had no qualms about keeping their habits hidden. Even so, it appeared from what those adventurers spoke of, is that one had yet to be captured and killed. 

Were these Hearteaters some sort of voidsent? The void has long since produced a steady stream of creatures, yet not one was documented with such a moniker as this one. It made the Elezen curious enough. 

Estinien was in need of a new adventure. Finding one of these creatures may be the start.

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The heart was a delicate thing. 

Mismatched irises fixated on the recent acquisition held in her bloodied hand, the body of an Elezen male at her feet. The scent of his heart had been irresistible and finding him wandering alone near the Behemoth’s dominion was just a moment of opportunity. His blood stained the snow beneath him after she had ripped his heart out, her fingers slick with the iron-scented liquid. 

Her claws dug into the slick organ, crushing it as she brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out, catching the droplets of blood. Her countenance twisted in disgust as she dropped the organ, watching it dent into the snow. 

“Such an impure heart,” she breathed in disappointment, as she stepped over her victim to disappear into the howling winter winds--leaving only the corpse as a trace of her presence.  

[the-hearteater]

Kindred Spirit (Rollo Flamme x Reader)

The Rollo propaganda worked on me. This fic is heavily inspired by @linawritestwst 's Rollo x Reader who is scared of magic, which you can find here:

TW: PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks (?), self deprecating, mentions of Chapter 6

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You look at the crowd of smiling faces, joyful chatter fills the air as festive music plays in the background.

But for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to get drunk on the happy occasion too. You feel abnormally tired, as if an imaginary weight has settled its home on your shoulders. Truthfully, you’ve been feeling fatigued for the past months, biting your tongue and forcing yourself to go through life because who else will make Grim attend his class?

Really, someone should award you an oscar. This mask of yours has been ingrained through memory, the false pretence of everything is fine.

Weirdly enough, said mask has been slowly cracking. The proof lies in your inability to enjoy the festival. To be fair, you did help in saving six individuals from their own overblot. Not a surprise, the alternative is death after all.

You didn’t ask for this.

You spend your nights crying in silence, grieving for your old life of familiarity. You were unjustly torn away from your routine, harshly shoving you into the arms of a stranger. Forced to adapt and survive, your mind pushes the events that occurred and focused on survival.

Once upon a time, you were intrigued by the concept of magic, but now you know better than to trust it. It’s volatile and it plays by its own rules, unpredictable and unstable. It is like walking on a tightrope with no safety net. Better to depend on your two hands, knowing what to expect and the worst-case scenarios that accompany it.

Standing at a distance, your friends (is it right to call them friends when they were the very ones that also hurt you?) laugh with the crowd, sparks shooting out of their pens. You really should wear a smile, it would be suspicious to see a frown on such an occasion.

The sea of stalls and people blended together, your stomach churning as the grape juice you drank felt more like overdue milk. Colours swirl in your sight as they blurred together, your brain foolishly wonders if someone is trying to split your skull open.

“Are you alright?”

Someone holds your hand, stabilising your swaying body. Their voice is rather familiar…

“Sorry, I was feeling rather nauseous,” you muttered, your free hand holding your heavy head. “Thank you, I think I am better now.”

A poorly crafted lie, you are definitely in no condition to act as carefree as your friends.

“Are you sure? You look rather pale.”

Your vision managed to clear up, revealing your saviour to be the student council’s president of the residential college, Rollo Flamme.

“I am fine, thank you for your help, Rollo.” You repeated, hoping he will leave you alone and be on his way.

“I apologise for being curt, but it’s not good to lie, (Y/n). You clearly do not seem to be in a good condition to stroll about the city,” Rollo politely replied. “Do you need to see a nurse?”

I wish it was that easy to cure me, you thought.

“I am probably worn out from all the walking I had to do, don’t worry about me!” your attempt at a lighthearted reply comes off more as weary.

“If you allow me, let me support you lest you fall or faint,” Rollo said. Was that a hint of concern? Or is it just him being responsible? For now, you considered it as the latter. Nobody should be worried about someone they will never meet again after all.

Not wanting to fall flat on your face, you accepted his offer. Holding his shoulder, both of you approached your schoolmates. Shooting off fireworks, the sounds of explosions erupted from their pens.

You are suddenly transported back into the underground of S.T.Y.X

Headquarters, where danger lurks in every corner. You need to help with the thunder spear too! Everyone is fighting Idia and you can’t help because you don’t have magic.

You can’t do anything.

You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can't do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything Youcantdoanything.Youcantdoanything.Youcan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingYoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucantdoanythingyoucantdoanythingyoucantdoanything-

“(Y/n)!” Rollo’s voice pierced through the world, releasing you from your torture. You find yourself taking in rapid short breaths and your body trembling. Your eyes are hot from tears as you distantly hear Rollo telling you to match his breathing.

When you calm down from your panic, what’s left is shame. The shame of being a mess when you should be put together. A fraud.

A sea of sorrys flood your lips, hoping that if you say enough, he will forget your act. You direct your hate inwards, despising your mask for shattering when it should be glued tightly onto your face.

“Don’t apologise anymore, you will make me feel sad too…” Rollo wipes away your tears gently, worry in his eyes. His actions feel like a routine, as if he had comforted people before. How could he, someone that you hardly know, treat you like he understood your pain?

“It’s alright, nobody is dying,” he assures you, pulling you into a hug. “You’re in the City of Flowers, you are somewhere safe.”

You accepted the hug before breaking into tears again from the kindness of the action.

“I know grief when I see it…” he whispers. Maybe he thought you won’t hear it, but you did. You don’t pry for it is not your place to know.

You finally take in your surroundings, you two seemed to be in a quiet corner of the festival.

Nobody you know, that’s good.

“Maybe it is better if you seek medical help, or at the very least return to your living quarters. You are clearly not in the state to be out here.” Rollo calmly said, softness still evident in his tone.

“I am alright, I am only here for three days. I can’t just let this affect me.” You try to brush it off, not wanting your schoolmates to know of your condition.

The white-haired man looks at you, uncertainty in his eyes. “Very well, then let me escort you,” he stands up and offers you his hand, which you accept.

“Can you please not tell this to the others? I don’t want them to worry for me.” You said as the two of you made your way to your friends.

“I won’t, worry not. It is not my place after all,” Rollo replied. “But, if you will, would you be interested in hearing my personal opinion?”

You nod.

“I think your friends are fools for not noticing your pain.” He said.

This surprises you. You were definitely not expecting that answer. “You mean I need therapy?” you joke. It was not uncommon that a lot of people from your old life needed therapy.

“What I meant was that you have been through a lot. Even though I do not know what you experienced, I see fatigue in your eyes, the one that doesn’t go away through rest-” Rollo looked like he realised something. “Apologies, I spoke out of turn.”

“It is fine. I was the one who agreed on hearing your opinion anyway.”

The two of you were finally with your friends. You stood beside Malleus, smiling at the rowdy group. Is it a fake one or not, you don’t know. You’re too tired to care.

You hear Rollo advising Malleus to not simply use their magic, lest they hurt someone. You can’t help but to agree with this statement, but you choose not to voice it. After all, you are a friend of the future King of Briar Valley. You don’t want to piss Malleus off, not to mention that the rest of your friend group consists of magic users that use it daily in their lives.

You went up to Professor Trein, informing him that you will be sitting at a quiet corner of the street because you were tired. He hums in approval and you leave the respectable teacher.

You weren’t surprised to find Rollo joining you on the bench. After what happened, it would be natural to worry about someone that’s not in a stable condition, right?

“Thank you for helping me,” You sincerely said. “I am grateful for what you’ve done. I am feeling a lot better now, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“It’s not a problem, it is my duty as the President anyway. I would not be a good host if one of the guests is not taken care of.”

Oh, he thought of you only as a guest. Despite the special treatment he gave you? You thought.

“Do you think that magic is a dangerous thing?”

You pretend to ponder upon this question despite knowing what your answer is, you just can’t bring yourself to say it out.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words fall out. You know what you want to say, yet you physically can’t. You don’t want to lie to yourself either, because the very fact that you are here in this world against your will is proof that you despise the thing.

You think back to what you’ve gone through the past few months. The near-death experiences, the unbearable name-calling that was normalised, the unreasonable demands from Crow-fucking-ley. The more you think, the more your blood boils, giving you the courage (or adrenaline?) to answer.

“I… I used to think it would be wonderful… But now? I have nothing but anger for the damned thing…” you don’t tell him your truth, you don’t feel that safe yet. Maybe in the future, who knows?

Your answer seemed to surprise him, perhaps he too was a kindred spirit?

He looks at his handkerchief, staring at it as if he had something to confess before letting out a sigh. Then, he tells you of a plan. A plan big enough to suck the wretched thing from this world, a plan to make everyone safer.

At first, you were unsure. You still care for your friends after all, you don’t want them to get hurt. Rollo assures you that it won’t harm your friends, it will only take away their magic.

The more you think about it, you realised that it was a good plan, it won’t gravely injure anyone. Sure they will feel tired and maybe a bit of pain, but it's for the greater good like what Rollo said! Nobody will overblot or be seriously injured from magic because there won’t be magic anymore!

You nod your head, agreeing to help him with this plan of his. You just hope it will go smoothly, NRC students are known to keep what they want after all…

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Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Sansa V (Chapter 57)

My little bumblebee! 🥰

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Battle of the Blackwater.

In the sept they sing for the Mother's mercy but on the walls it's the Warrior they pray to, and all in silence.

Love to see walls and Warrior in the same sentence.

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She remembered how Septa Mordane used to tell them that the Warrior and the Mother were only two faces of the same great god.

Read this, then read the rest of the post, then circle back, and tell me if this is something.

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Ser Meryn Trant held the blood bay for Joffrey to mount. Boy and horse alike wore gilded mail and enameled crimson plate, with matching golden lions on their heads. The pale sunlight flashed off the golds and reds every time Joff moved. Bright, shining, and empty, Sansa thought.

Sansa's surrounded by empty suits of armor.

Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought. - Sansa V, ASOS

May they turn into dragons.

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The Imp was mounted on a red stallion, armored more plainly than the king in battle gear that made him look like a little boy dressed up in his father's clothes.

A little boy emulating his father might be the most perfect description of Tyrion I've ever read.

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"She has, my lord, but King Joffrey sent for me to see him off. I mean to visit the sept as well, to pray."

"I won't ask for whom." His mouth twisted oddly; if that was a smile, it was the queerest she had ever seen.

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"My uncle's the one who will need mercy, but I won't give him any." Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new blade, Hearteater."

The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. - Daenerys V, AGOT

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He'd owned a sword named Lion's Tooth once, Sansa remembered. Arya had taken it from him and thrown it in a river. I hope Stannis does the same with this one.

The Lion's Paw / Lion's Tooth business, on the other hand, is intentional. A small touch of the unreliable narrator. I was trying to establish that the memories of my viewpoint characters are not infallible. Sansa is simply remembering it wrong. A very minor thing (you are the only one to catch it to date), but it was meant to set the stage for a much more important lapse in memory. You will see, in A STORM OF SWORDS and later volumes, that Sansa remembers the Hound kissing her the night he came to her bedroom... but if you look at the scene, he never does. That will eventually mean something, but just now it's a subtle touch, something most of the readers may not even pick up on. - George R. R. Martin

Unreliable narrator George R. R. Martin.

The sword was named Lion's Tooth. It's you and Arya that have the faulty memory.

Sansa exclaimed over it admiringly, and Joffrey looked pleased. "I call it Lion's Tooth," he said. - Sansa I, AGOT

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"It was me. I hit Joffrey and threw Lion's Paw in the river. Mycah just ran away, like I told him." - Arya VI, ASOS

You'd think after this the fandom would acknowledge every character is an unreliable narrator. It's not exclusive to Sansa.

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"Bless my steel with a kiss." He extended the blade down to her. "Go on, kiss it."

He had never sounded more like a stupid little boy.

Bwah!

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Three of the White Swords would go with Joffrey and his uncle: Ser Meryn, Ser Mandon, and Ser Osmund Kettleblack. "Will you lead your knights into battle?" Sansa asked, hoping.

"I would, but my uncle the Imp says my uncle Stannis will never cross the river. I'll command the Three Whores, though. I'm going to see to the traitors myself."

I just know George writes this stuff and giggles to himself for 10 minutes afterwards.

The Three Whores are three great trebuchets.

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"They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest," she said recklessly. "Though he's older than Your Grace, to be sure. A man grown."

How is she so funny? 💀

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Sansa visited each of the Seven in turn, lighting a candle at each altar, and then found herself a place on the benches between a wizened old washerwoman and a boy no older than Rickon, dressed in the fine linen tunic of a knight's son

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Rickon sighting in the Sept.

RICKON SIGHTING IN THE SEPT.

(@minitafan 💋)

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The old woman's hand was bony and hard with callus, the boy's small and soft, but it was good to have someone to hold on to.

How is she so pure? 🥺

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She knew the hymn; her mother had taught it to her once, a long time ago in Winterfell. She joined her voice to theirs.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,

save our sons from war, we pray,

stay the swords and stay the arrows,

let them know a better day.

Gentle Mother, strength of women,

help our daughters through this fray,

soothe the wrath and tame the fury,

teach us all a kinder way.

Making a big show of Sansa singing the Mother's Hymn. Her mother had taught it to her.

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Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

What a beautiful soul.

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She had to shoulder through while the septon called upon the Smith to lend strength to Joffrey's sword and shield, the Warrior to give him courage, the Father to defend him in his need. Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

That genie was listening again.

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At the foot of the drawbridge, she came upon Lady Tanda and her two daughters. Falyse had arrived yesterday from Castle Stokeworth with a small troop of soldiers. She was trying to coax her sister onto the bridge, but Lollys clung to her maid, sobbing, "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to."

"The battle is begun," Lady Tanda said in a brittle voice.

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

There was no way Sansa could avoid them. She greeted them courteously. "May I be of help?"

Lady Tanda flushed with shame. "No, my lady, but we thank you kindly. You must forgive my daughter, she has not been well."

"I don't want to." Lollys clutched at her maid, a slender, pretty girl with short dark hair who looked as though she wanted nothing so much as to shove her mistress into the dry moat, onto those iron spikes. "Please, please, I don't want to."

Sansa spoke to her gently. "We'll all be thrice protected inside, and there's to be food and drink and song as well."

Lollys gaped at her, mouth open. She had dull brown eyes that always seemed to be wet with tears. "I don't want to."

"You have to," her sister Falyse said sharply, "and that is the end of it. Shae, help me." They each took an elbow, and together half dragged and half carried Lollys across the bridge. Sansa followed with their mother. "She's been sick," Lady Tanda said. If a babe can be termed a sickness, Sansa thought. It was common gossip that Lollys was with child.

"You have to," her sister Falyse said sharply, "and that is the end of it. Shae, help me." They each took an elbow, and together half dragged and half carried Lollys across the bridge.

Somehow the little girl is demonstrating the most compassion between all these women.

Not suggesting it's earned, merely pointing it out:

Lady Tanda, Falyse, and Shae will go on to have unpleasant deaths. Lollys still lives.

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Cersei's gown was snowy linen, white as the cloaks of the Kingsguard. Her long dagged sleeves showed a lining of gold satin. Masses of bright yellow hair tumbled to her bare shoulders in thick curls. Around her slender neck hung a rope of diamonds and emeralds. The white made her look strangely innocent, almost maidenly, but there were points of color on her cheeks.

Already slightly drunk, lol.

White gown, eh?

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"You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?"

Never forget the Hound was going to rape a 12-year-old girl still on her first period.

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"How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here." The queen signaled for the first course to be served.

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TAKE A DEEP BREATH, AND READ IT AGAIN.

Sansa is bleeding inside the castle, while men at war bleed outside.

Previous chapter:

The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna. - Theon V

Previous Sansa chapter:

"Different how?"

"I don't know. Less . . . less messy, and more magical."

Queen Cersei laughed. "Wait until you birth a child, Sansa. A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough . . . - Sansa IV

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"His Grace was not with you?"

"Robert? Robert was hunting. - Sansa IV

Catelyn Stark, same book:

Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them."

"Children are a battle of a different sort." - Catelyn VI

BABY. It's a baby. She's having a baby!

SHE SINGS THE MOTHER'S HYMN.

Once Littlefinger is dead, what do you suppose Sansa might be up to when her siblings are off battling threats to humanity? Counting grain?!

Ned, Catelyn, Robb.

Rhaegar, Lyanna, Jon.

Robert, Cersei, Joffrey.

Mance, Dalla, Aemon. (Jon present!!!)

Etc. etc. etc. So many more!

He won't be there! HE WON'T BE THERE.

Edit: I don’t want a 13-year-old child to make a baby.

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"And who will protect us from my guards?" The queen gave Osfryd a sideways look. "Loyal sellswords are rare as virgin whores.

I don't know what to make of this.

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"True knights would never harm women and children." The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.

"True knights." The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. "No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now."

Yup, I'm going to faint.

Pretty please George, let's have Prince Aemon and the Sapphire Knight come rescue Sansa.

Final thoughts:

Best ACOK chapter? Best ACOK chapter.

He goes down south! She'll be with child! My poor babies are going to be emotional wrecks worrying about the other. 😭

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[stil-lindigo]

Good day to you! :)

I’m very new here and I wanted to share how much I love your work, I’ve just recently followed you and I’m just done stalking you on most of your socials haha! I love your writing and your artwork is gorgeous; I’m still trying to find my own style (with both my hands and mind), and you’ll definitely be one of my inspirations :) (if you don’t mind, of course)

I was curious of the process of making your comics ? Do you usually start with the poem and then get to the illustration, or is it kinda the opposite?

I plan on saving a bit before grabbing copies of your two comics, but I also saw you mention another anthropology that I can’t seem to find ^^’, if it’s a Patreon exclusive I would be more than happy to join! Anyway, thank you for your time, I hope you have a good one! :)

hello! good day to you too! there's a couple of points here you mentioned, and I'll try to get to them all.

i definitely don't mind being used as an inspiration! it's genuinely an honour, and I hope the style that you end up settling on serves you well.

my comic process always starts with the poem itself. most of the time I write my poems after getting out of the shower and just chilling in bed. The hardest step of the process is almost always just fiddling with the poem/concept itself - i hold myself to a high standard for what I make so if the visual isn't strong enough or I don't like the poem enough I just don't do anything with it (the notes app on my phone is a graveyard of abandoned ideas). after that, I'll thumbnail the entire comic either in my notebook or in clip studio paint (my art program). then it's a matter of lineart, colours, shading and any extra touches i think is necessary.

the anthropology i think you're talking about at the end is the one i'm working on at the moment called hearteaters. it's not done yet since i want to make it my longest comic anthology so far (i've planned 15 comics, so i'm about a third of the way done). after it's all finished, I'll post about it on all my socials and put it up for sale on my store. thank you for expressing interest in it!

i believe that's all, but feel free to ask more questions if you have any!

[supernatural-bias]

Oooo rating your moots as family memebers ;)

OOOOOH BOI

LETS GO

@wiphur-writes is definitely the gay cousin that I give fistbumps and high fives to under the dinner table at a very political family Thanksgiving

@welcome-to-paradise also a gay cousin, but has the hot dad bod energy ngl

@exi-stencil-ism more like the neighbor across the street that you'll come up with a secret code to talk to out of boredom but then it turns into an unbreakable bond

@ribbit-was-here definitely a sugar crazed youngster. Kinda just shows up. We don't know who they belong too, they're just kinda here /aff

@talkedjupiter78 the artsy fuck (/aff) that keeps to themself and lives downtown in a fancy apartment. Has the best music taste and gives the best handmade presents durring their one visit a year at Christmas

@the-hearteater the crazy, forgettable aunt that looks around for her glasses when their really on her head. Trys to keep up with memes but mostly ends up getting distracted by other things. Like a wine aunt but not quite

@om3ga-but-sfw definitely the mysterious older sibling out of, like, a litter of eight. Not the complete oldest, maybe the second. Has great jokes and talks in a distinguishable southern accent

@peachiemilkytea the mom. No I will not elaborate. All you have to do is talk to her and you'll see what I mean

@sapnap-nursey the dilf. Period

@sleepycreampuff the family friend that hangs out, is always polite to the adults, and exchanges memes/tiktoks with the kids. 10/10 coming back over again

@sqermygeco back to the gay cousin arg. Most certainly draws on napkins at dinner and eats the quickest. I don't know why but I get those vibes

@sorry-sweetpea is the little kid of Exi. Also a neighbor across the street that you occasionally have fun shit with

@stevelaacy the fanfiction dealer of the family. No more context will be added

@driverpicksthe-music older sibling that can and will cook Mac n cheese for you when you're feeling down

@divine--serenity an aunt that talks trash about celebrities in front of her five year old nieces and nephews before giving them craft sets from hobby lobby

@friedsharkface big brother who gets beat up by his younger siblings. Mostly me. Actually it's all me. And then we share vine references and quotes while watching Disney movies with Jane

@hunneiuwu the uwu family member. That is all

@jeeblie an older cousin who has all the muscles and never grew out of their dino phaze

@cocasoula YEAHHHH MY BESTIE WHO IS THE EQUIVALENT OF THE "they asked for no pickles" MEME

@cosmicisbored my homie who I have a secret handshake with and get high on scented markers together

@mapleklap the older sis who wears bucket hats and other crazy fashion choices. Everyone thinks she works at hot topic and she probably has at some point

[maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair]

A Sword with a Ruby Heart

While I was writing some meta about how the evolution of Joffrey’s wardrobe, I found some evidence that foreshadows what role Ser Lyn Corbray will play in the future.

After Arya threw Lion’s Tooth in the Ruby Ford, Joffrey got a new one to replace it:

Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new blade, Hearteater." (ACOK Sansa V)

And this is Lady Forlorn, Ser Lyn’s sword:

The heart-shaped ruby in the pommel of his sword shone redly as he warmed his hands. Alayne saw him smile at Ser Lothor Brune. Ser Lyn is very handsome, for an older man, she thought, but I do not like the way he smiles. (AFFC Alayne I)

The more straightforward interpretation is that Ser Lyn is loyal to the Lannisters, and will try to get revenge on Littlefinger by revealing that he’s sheltering Sansa, trying to get both of them executed for treason.

Or maybe he’s just a mirror to Joffrey, a pawn in a secret plot to kill Alayne’s father in the same way Joffrey was a pawn in a secret plot to kill Sansa’s father. But unlike Joffrey, Ser Lyn is not being manipulated into it, he’s a willing participant:

"Ser Lyn will remain my implacable enemy. He will speak of me with scorn and loathing to every man he meets, and lend his sword to every secret plot to bring me down." (AFFC Alayne I)

The reasons why Joffrey hated Ned and Ser Lyn hates Littlefinger are similar: these men plotted to steal their inheritances and give them to someone else. Joffrey executed Ned because he tried to take the throne from him and give it to Stannis. By arranging a new marriage for Ser Lyonel, Littlefinger took away Ser Lyn’s status as heir, leaving him landless and penniless.

Or maybe the swords are foreshadowing something completely unrelated to Sansa’s plot, like Catelyn and Jon’s resurrections. A ruby is a precious stone, a ruby heart is a stone heart. Joffrey’s sword appears in ACOK and Catelyn dies in the next book, Lyn’s sword appears in AFFC and Jon dies in the next book.

[agentrouka-blog]

Thanks for the reply about the swords. I actually wanted to share that both Dark Sister and Lady Forlorn have dubious wielders and swords were described as blood thirsty. As you have mentioned that BR is in possession of DS and currently grooming Bran, Lady Forlorn is in possession of Lyn who hate LF and Sansa too fear him. There was meta about Joff sword had similar structure to Lady Forlorn. Things are not looking good for Sansa and Bran as Lyn and BR can do them harm.

Hi anon! (previous ask)

I remember that one!

It's almost like there's a theme that a fancy named sword does not a hero make. Only ever how you choose to wield it. A thirsty blade is the mark of villainy. Hearteater sounds hungry, too. As is Dany, the heart eater, when she hears a wolf howl in the grasslands. Sad and lonely (forlorn?) but no less hungry.

Brienne, with her ruby-clad reforged Ice-turned-Oathkeeper, Jon with his gifted bear-turned-wolf Longclaw, and Arya with her simple castle-forged Needle, come to my mind there. To each the sword is not "thirsty", though Arya has used it in wrath. The swords symbolize aspects of their identity. The knightly quest. An uncertain reward he ties to Ghost. The memory of family.

Galladon the Perfect Knight only ever drew the Just Maid in a fair fight, only thrice. She was not a thirsty blade, either.

Someone better than me needs to write a sword meta.