#i didn’t think at all

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Scarred Among the Mundane.

cw: death threats, magical whump, captivity, elf whumpee, skeleton walking around in a generally creepy castle

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With a rope around Finn’s neck, the sorcerer drags him forward, into the crowd.

The watching, waiting crowd.

Finn stumbles. “You–”

The sorcerer nudges her horse into a trot, cutting off Finn’s voice by cutting off his air supply.

Dust shifts beneath his boots, rising with the crowd’s low voices.

“Scum.”

“…deserve death.”

“Die slowly—”

Finn rolls his eyes with great effort. “I deserve something better than ‘I hope you die slowly’, don’t you think?” he tells the crowd. “Maybe, ‘I’d greatly enjoy watching you scream for death, and instead of granting it, I’d prolong your miserable life for my own enjoyment.’ Hm? How's that?”

A slight pause. Then someone spits at him.

As the sorcerer pulls Finn out of the town square, he can feel it dripping down the side of his face. Along with the egg yolk.

Disgusting.

Finn wishes, not for the first time and not for the last, that his hands were free. He’d claw his own skin off in an attempt to wipe the food and spit off of his face.

And then he’d strangle the sorcerer. Maybe with the very same rope she’d tied around him. That’s a lovely thought.

The sorcerer yanks harder at the rope and Finn barely manages to catch his balance. “Don’t tell me you can read thoughts.”

They reach the edge of the town– a trampled road leading into green hills. On either side, there’s tall grass and tangled trees and sunlight trapped in the branches.

The sorcerer turns her horse away from the road. “I’d save your breath if I were you. We have a long way to go.”

Finn looks at the sharp grass that rises up to his knees. At the dark forest. The rope rubs awkwardly around his throat with every breath he takes. “You’re making me walk? Have I committed some deep personal wrong against you? What exactly have I done to deserve this?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to answer that for yourself. I’m not concerned with your wrongdoings.” She pulls Finn into the grass, urging her horse on faster.

Finn has to run to avoid being dragged unceremoniously through the dirt.

The sorcerer takes no hidden path, no secret entrance, no magic portal. Merely rides through thick mud and suffocating vines and deep shadows, taking Finn with her.

What wrongdoings?

Finn laughs.

Wrongdoings.

Behind his eyes, flames dance. Destructive. Beautiful.

So, besides the fires, he’s done nothing wrong. Well. There are the screams. The ones he can’t drown out.

The ones he hears when he’s trying to sleep.

The ones that don’t let him sleep.

Behind the flames, there are always the screams.

He will not apologise for a single fire.

A low-hanging branch cuts him across his face, knocking aside all thoughts of fire and replaced with stinging and a hatred for trees.

Spitting out leaves, he calls out, “How much longer?”

No answer.

“Do you live far away because you hate humans or because you hate me?“

A bird chirps. The sorcerer says nothing.

“Stricken silent, huh? I have been told I have this effect on people.”

The sorcerer lifts her hand, fingers twisted.

Finn doubles over, eyes burning and tongue feeling like a dead weight.

Silence.

The sorcerer sighs, but she slumps further in her saddle. “That's better.” It’s almost a whisper, buried by the overhanging, overarching suffocation of trees.

The ground begins to tilt upwards at an unnatural angle. Up, up, up until Finn’s legs ache. The trees, if possible, thicken.

But by the time they reach the top of the hill, the spell has faded. Finn’s tongue only feels slightly strange and no longer like a brick. An improvement.

And then he sees the fortress.

It’s a towering grey structure– all odd angles and formidding shadows. Dead plants cling to the sides.

Finn swears he can see eyes glowing from the windows. Not a good thought. Not a good one. Nope. Please no. He doesn’t like the idea of eyes.

The sorcerer rides into the courtyard, pulling Finn behind her. He doesn’t look away from the window with the eyes.

A smile pastes itself to the cracked glass, teeth dripping white. The eyes blink and then vanish.

Finn shudders, mouth like cotton.

The sorcerer dismounts in one fluid motion.

Licking cracked lips, Finn forces a smile. “You own all this?”

This time, the sorcerer smiles back. It’s a deeply unsettling smile. Keeping one hand on the rope and the other on her horse, she nods behind Finn. “My father does.”

Finn turns. His false smile falters before failing all together.

There’s a raised garden in the courtyard, and standing over it is a human skeleton. Bone-white. Eyes gaping and dark.

Finn takes a stumbling, rushing step back.

The skeleton, with stiff fingers, begins to weed the garden. Pieces of grass fly into the air, green and yellow.

But Finn can’t get the image of gaping eyes and dull teeth out of his mind.

It’s a long moment before Finn is able to speak. His voice is a choked whisper. “That’s–”

The sorcerer grins. “Was my father. The property is still in his name. Never got around to changing it. Don’t worry, he’ll only come after you if you try to escape.”

Finn’s knees threaten to give out on him.

The sorcerer tightens the rope. “Come. We don’t have all day.”

Numbly, Finn follows her inside the fortress. She takes him down a winding staircase– lit with light that has no source.

The darkness deepens with the cold. They step into a long hall, doors lining either side. The sorcerer kicks open the first one.

“In you go.”

Finn stares at the aching emptiness of the small room. He blinks, swallows hard. You have got to be kidding.

“Elf, I saved your life. The least you can do is show a little gratitude.”

“I said thank you.”

“Your life is in my hands. Do not try my patience.”

Finn snarls. This is bad.

Bad bad bad.

“What exactly does a necromancer want to do with an elf?”

Again, that unsettling smile. “You’ll find out in the morning.” She unlocks the chains around Finn’s wrists and unties the rope around his neck. “And I’m not a necromancer. The name is Verne.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Verne waves towards the cell. “Get in.” Her voice allows no refusal, no argument, no banter.

Finn steps in. Dust rises up in a soft cloud around him. And as the door slams shut, he tries not to flinch.

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[detentiontrack]

When Mabel comes out to Stan, she’s really scared that he’s going to reject her and have an issue with it, so she’s emotional and asks him if he still loves and supports her and he’s just like “??? Kid I’ve been telling you all summer I’m one of the LBTGs” and then it’s her turn to be like “wait what??” because she thinks he had never mentioned a sexuality before, and it turns out Stan had been constantly telling the kids that he’s “ambidextrous” because he thought it meant the same thing as bisexual.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[chaichai-draws]

Personally I think that Telemachus permanently and irreversibly changed Athena for the better, more on that at twelve

[maxgicalgirl]

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

[lazylittledragon]

i need guenhwyvar to be Cat so bad

[bioshzrd]

this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever

[the-phantom-peach]

Little Big Changes ✂️~

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CONTEXT~~

A long forgotten short comic I did for pre-totk/post-botw domestic zelink

I love Zel’s hair symbolism especially after altering her status as a “princess”and becoming a Hateno grade school teacher. She’d most likely still maintain some insecurities but that’s what our lovely knight was made for <3

Semi-connected to my previous Signing Link headcanon, Link speaks here for the first time post-Calamity and gets super self-conscious. But of course Zelda doesn’t mind and is happy that Link growing more comfortable after the events of breath of the wild

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Four’s colors: standing there awkwardly

Legend: having a flashback to that one time he killed four colorful and identical dark links in the literal Palace of the Four Sword

Thanks for the request anon!

[vmkhoneyy]

I think if I could be the kind stranger in someone’s memory, that’d be enough.

[moonilit]

He got some fact checking to do

[shaykai]

Still thinking about Gortash’s coronation and how smoothly he cuts a Durge off from their companions (and wishing we had a follow up with that)

The first words out of his mouth are that he cares about them- anybody else who remembers Durge has only distain for them, but not him- he’s happy to see them, he missed them, they’re his favorite assassin and he’s only glad to see them alive

And then he takes it a step further by providing insight into their past, something Ketheric refused to do for them- and Gortash isn’t dumb. He knows exactly how Durge’s companions will react, knows that he’s effectively outing Durge when he so easily could have pulled them to the side instead

And when their companions snap at them and refuse to look at them, Gortash is still smiling. Suddenly, he’s the nicest person in the room. Suddenly, everything is unstable and dangerous- but he likes you. He’s sitting there with open arms while the companions are rightfully so mad with Durge, but Gortash is more than happy to resume their alliance

He’s more than happy to be their sole source of comfort again, and isn’t he just so sweet for that?

[vaperarmand]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to speculate about the sexual and romantic undertones of celebrities’ professional relationships

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[apostaterevolutionary]

Okay can I be a bitter Anders fan for like. Just 2 minutes here lmao

Cause bioware released some game stats for veilguard and apparently 72% of players redeemed Solas which is like. Okay yeah the game kinda pushes you towards that. But when I think of all the shit I used to have to put up with just for enjoying Anders like at all and…

(This is not me being anti-Solas, I do not care if you love or hate him, but I am gonna say what he’s done is like. Objectively worse than literally every other companion so lmao. And that’s fine! You can still enjoy him! I’m not saying you can’t and it’s important to me that people understand that! I’m just saying he did in fact do objectively morally worse things in game than Anders did and I don’t think that’s really debatable. And I can’t really make my point here without saying that but I do want to make it clear this is not some moral condemnation of Solas enjoyers cause it’s not)

Getting anon hate on the regular, being told “oh you’re allowed to like Anders as long as you regularly talk about how much he sucks”, people gleefully describing how much fun they have killing him ON your posts about the fact that you like him, the devs making jokes about shitty fates for him when fans asked innocent questions about him, the absolute audacity of his writer to say half the shit she did in interviews (about bisexuality and mental illness, most critically), and then being beaten over the head again in inquisition about how Anders is the worst character to ever exist and there’s no redemption for terrorists who lie to you one time in the entire game and he deserves death or worse and that’s it

And now… 72% of people are down to redeem the guy who lies to you for 2 games straight and who did a lot of questionable things that includes creating the fucking blight and. Like. I guess I’m glad that Solas fans can live in a world where they aren’t constantly harassed and can give their ship like. A pretty damn good ending all things considered. And that the devs love Solas and actually give the option for that happy ending and have characters go to bat for Solas throughout the game and the most annoying thing they have to see are people making scrambled egg memes. I would not wish anyone to have to deal with the shit Anders fans had to put up with back then cause it sucked. It really sucked. And I’m glad it’s not being repeated with a different character, if nothing else

But like. Man there really is a difference when the writers actually like the character who does the thing, huh

[ca-d]

perseids and northern lights?!!?! magical ✨