#i am the king to the throne of love

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[widgits]

what if i cried and throwed up aka cat gets to take her girls to the riverlands

[starrynightsxo]

cardan: what would happen if-

jude: we've been through this cardan, I'm not leaving you if you became a snake again.

cardan: *nods in understanding*

cardan, 2 minutes later: what about if I was any type of reptilian creature?

jude: *sighing frustratedly* no cardan.

cardan: *nods in understanding*

cardan: what about if-

jude: *leaves and slams the door*

cardan: ... so is that a no?

[lilyharvord]

Too Sweet

“Thief.” I remark with a hint surprise as she finally stops struggling. It’s too dark for me to see her features fully, but I can make out the outline of tousled loose curls framing a thin but round face. She’s small, barely coming up to my shoulder. She could truly be a young girl. I almost jeer at the thought, is this what they are resulting to around here? Sending children out to steal? She blinks, and by the light of the stars, those lashes flash over sombre brown eyes. She doesn’t protest when she scoffs at my accusation. “Obviously.”

Hello I am back and I have a fic for you all (: Available here on AO3 (:

[marshbarks]

just a little sketchy of my guys..

[birchbow]

How long were Travye and Kurloz together before they broke up?

Mmm, I am not a numbers person, especially because I will not remember what I said later, lol. So I don't have a number for you! But it was definitely like...a pretty significant amount of time. Something in the order of sweeps/years, not months.

...Definitely quite a bit longer than Kurloz and Gamzee were together before they let the news get out, which did not help Halore's immediate distrust and resentment of Gamzee just like, right off the jump.

[acourtofquestions]

Just finished tower of dawn😭😭😭

And the Fireheart preview❤️‍🔥🖤💔

It’s time for Kingdom of Ash and wrecking my soul

I love these books… I need to know… I never want them to end… why is tower of dawn so underrated… I’m gonna go cry now… okay… wow.

[godsequal]

watching danerys edits and all i can think about is how cora's story starts and ends where danery's does . danny's very existence is woven into the fabric of time , when all is said and done , coraline is there , waiting for the targaryens that do have that that calling to the iron throne - she's a witness , a built in advisor to warn the future of past because they're so delicately sown in time that repetition is the biggest downfall of the targaryens - she's a leader in her own right , but there's never been a moment where she's truly felt this calling to BE queen ; it's not her ( has she thought about it ? sure , what targaryen doesn't ? but a thought that remains a thought , &. a thought that actually becomes boring ) i truly feel like she lives because of danerys , have i thought this out in full ? not even a little bit . does it feel right , do i feel it in my bones that there is a thought here that i need to run with ? fucking yes . is danerys that bitch ? she is that bitch &. we love her !

[fairytaehl]

tfota / jurdan discord server

re-re-reposting (like a tumblr version of bumping, lol)

little cafe-themed sever for my hyperfixations which rn mostly include tfota / jurdan (i talk about them too much maybe)

if anyone wants to chat about it please come join!

[mythvoiced]

-. not to be stupid on main (do people even still say 'on main') but for the first time in idk i really want and need more muses

[ball-of-butter]

“i’m your man” by mitski is either a gut wrenching calore brothers angst song in the pov of maven, THE perfect end-of-king’s-cage marecal breakup song in mare’s pov, or one of the many sick (normal) mareven songs in interchanging pov

[skeieiii]

[peterparkersnose]

I stand by my choices

[starrynightsxo]

JUDE'S POST-LOVE CONFESSION MONOLOGUE

'I first started liking you when we went to talk to the rulers of the low Courts,' I say. 'You were funny, which was weird. And when we went to Hollow Hall, you were clever. I kept remembering how you'd been the one to get us out of the brugh after Dain's coronation, right before I put the knife to your throat.'

He doesn't try to interrupt, so I have to choice but to barrel on.

'After I tricked you into being High King,' I say. 'I thought once you hated me, I could go back to hating you. But I didn't. And I felt so stupid. I thought I would get my heart broken. I thought it was a weakness that you would use against me. But then you saved me from the Undersea when it would have been much more convenient to just leave me to rot. After that, I started to hope my feelings were returned. But then there was the exile-' I take a ragged breath. 'I hid a lot, I guess. I thought if I didn't, if I let myself love you, I would burn up like a match. Like the whole matchbook.'

AH I LOVE HER SO MUCH (im basically cardan or vice versa idc)

[lilyharvord]

Not Hozier releasing his new music on the Eve that I plan to write the mud scene. Oh you ALL know that eat your young is now officially the titular song for the mud scene from Cal’s POV.