#idk man there's dragons in here

[peppermint-jade]

not at all what I normally post, but I just have to talk about this book. As an amateur Arthurian nerd who is slightly out of practice, this book was amazing. Now granted, the King Arthur Brainrot has been on the downlow for a bit for me, but safe to say I'm back into it. I picked it up on a whim and finished it in record time (I don't have the time/energy to read like I used to) so I know it's good. It's so refreshing to read something Arthurian by someone who gets it??? Like.... so much good stuff here. we have:

Kay centric narrative (!!!)

Historical accuracy for the 6th century! (mentions of no plate armor, accurate weapons, place names, romans, saxons, etc)

Galehaut (who I didn't even know existed but am now obsessed with. what do you mean he acted like a romantic rival to Gwenhwyfar??? (as her name is spelled in the book))

on that subject, queer Lancelot

Warrior King Arthur (who swears like a sailor and is depicted in a unique, almost negative light)

Glastonbury Tor as a central location (yes I know he was "buried" at the abbey but the tor is so iconic)

calling the sword from the lake Caliburn rather than Excalibur

Neutral Morgan le Fey/Morgana figure (sorta net positive I guess)

Christopher Marlowe is here

probably more stuff I'm forgetting tbh

anyways please someone go read this book. It's very good I promise. Especially if you're an Arthurian nerd. You can tell the author had all of this knowledge and decided to write about it, rather than an author who decided to write about an Arthurian topic then researched it if that makes sense.

[caycanteven]

The Cannibal is probably one of the most frightening Drakelich to have risen in these mountains and fields. Not only for his appearance, but his lack of distinction between meal and ally. The only exception is his brother, The Weaver. He's merciless, defensive, and an all out powerhouse of strength to make up for his lack of magical fire-breathing abilities that most Drakelich seem to have. The Cannibal is also one of the smartest and most observant of the riot, I've noticed. Yet, only when he chooses to be, like he knows something is not what it seems, but doesn't say a single thing. He's unpredictable in every sense of the word, despite his memory failing him and unexpected moments of disassociation. I fear he may know the truth of my shifting abilities, that I'm not completely dragon...and that I'm quite smitten with the monster.

Written Excerpt from Lexodyn's Journal on the Lich Riot of The Mountain.

[m4rs-ex3]

3x03 // 6x09

[sadlynotthevoid]

Since I saw that post about og!Cale solving a murder crime in Alberu's noble meeting, I've been obsessed with detective!ogCale, who solves crimes on his free time because he's too fucking bored.

Hence: bungo stray dogs crossover AU where, while a transmigrated RokSoo and company go around doing the usual "let's mess with white star" stuff, og!Cale got basically adopted by a bunch of weird professional detectives.

I'm talking about an AU where bsd happens in the world of tboah/tcf. So, while a member of the agency was going through the county for reasons, they witness og!Cale stealthy dropping a hint about a mystery to a near knight. Then he leaves, pretending to be drunk all the way to his home.

What everyone else sees is the local drunkard ready to cause trouble at the minor inconvenience.

What the detective in question sees is a very bright teen, good at solving crimes, who has nothing to do but pretend to be drunk. Needless to say, they take Cale back with them.

(It could be anyone, but it's most likely to be Dazai if they just take Cale with them and don't tell anyone. Though, I think it would be funny if it was Kenji the one who did it. Double-way adoption ensues)

Og!Cale is puzzled at how he ended up at the Armed Detective Agency as a recruit, but he doesn't complain. He even likes his job and his coworkers, even if Dazai keeps trying to unalive himself.

Besides, he doesn't have to keep with his trash act here. Everyone here is smart enough to tell he's acting. They're detectives, damn it. It would be strange if they didn't notice.

So, freedom.

And the ADA people like him too. This quite quirky, smart, witty and creative teen fits just right with them.

At some point, Ranpo has to tell him that "no, you're not smart. You're really smart. Not as much as me, although" because og!Cale's hypercompetence is normalized for him and sometimes he doesn't realize that "everyone else hasn't reach to that conclusion yet" when talking with normal people.

Fukuzawa looks at this sassy child and is like "I guess I got yet another son". Because, why would the hella rich son of some noble be so happy to join a group of strangers and do all this hard job? You can say he obviously loves his family from the way he talks about them, but he also brights up at the minor genuine act of care. It's concerning. Not urgent, but still concerning. He's keeping him. He's eighteen, legally an adult, and came on his own will. So, It's not a kidnapping.

[thrandilf]

Callum really said I don't care what happens to me but Rayla is in danger so I'll give Finnegrin the accurate recipe for killing an Archdragon for her and then use Dark Magic again to escape

Like Callum is 100% on the however dangerous, however vile train when it comes to his loved ones/Rayla in particular (like jumping off a CLIFF for her even back in S3 not knowing for sure his magic would work) he's not some pure uwu heroic type and if pushed into a corner he's shown repeatedly what he'll do which is something insane

I love him for it

But it's weird to me when ppl can't see that Callum is absolutely willing to bend his morals

And that he's also prime cut Aaravos manipulation bait. I'll bet money right now he frees Aaravos in S6, or why else have the protags take the prison

[ravoress]

[pinkyjulien]

Alright it's been enough time

Is this a safe place

[lucifer-kane]

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Fireborne Blade

high fantasy novella about a knight who’s planning to prove herself by retrieving a powerful fabled blade

follows her venturing into the dragon’s lair and facing it’s powerful magical effects, with a mage-squire who she doesn’t remember hiring

as well as flashback chapters of her past, preparing for this quest, an excerpts from archive records of other knights’ encounters with dragons

[wetcatspellcaster]

ok i don't normally make 'crotchety old lady on porch' posts. but i just saw someone on another social media website say they were feeling 'nostalgic' for their bg3 pairing and??? ....how????? it's not even been a year since release????? fan creators are still churning out content????

i know fandoms seem to cycle way quicker these days, but it's always so funny to me when people start to wonder why. the posts about 'the fandom is dying' are starting to circulate for bg3, and - not in a shaming way bc everyone is entitled to find new interests and new hyperfixations and also REST!! I'm not holding anyone hostage!!! - but... maybe it's because you barely gave it a chance to live??? by the time it had started to gather momentum you had already left it behind???

[millennium-shitpost]

girl help my demons are playing a card that has a second ability i don't know about

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

it happened so fast and suddenly the only thing i saw was you

Callum is a sad boi when he can't cuddle Rayla anymore at the Starscraper lmao

Callum liked to think of himself as in-tune to his feelings. He was aware of when he was a jerk–which was frequent, but that’s what the Jerkface Dance was for–aware of when he was being less than clever, and aware of when he needed to take some medicine and a cold shower.

He certainly knew when he ought to be ashamed of himself.

He certainly shouldn’t be disappointed by the size of the bed, he should be grateful for the space and a pillow to himself, but all he could think of was how much he missed Rayla in his arms and him in hers at night, cozied up together solely for purposes of not freezing to death in their one sleeping roll after the other had fallen below the ice.

The blankets over his shoulders and pillow he hugged, because he just needed something to grasp, in no way made up for Rayla there.

And it was even more ridiculous because she was right there. Not even two feet away from him. Her back to him, silver hair splayed out on her own pillow catching the moonlight, she was close by. More than close by. He could still smell her, hear the little noises she made and feel how the mattress swayed with every breath she took. If he closed his eyes, Callum could fool himself into thinking it was her in his arms instead of the lemon-scented pillow.

He groaned and strangled the pillow even more, punching it down in frustration. This impossible girl shouldn’t be consuming his every waking thought, especially not when the fate of the entire world was on their shoulders, but he just couldn’t help it.

Damn hormones.

Bleary-eyed, Rayla tossed her shoulder over her head to look at him. “Callum? You okay?”

And of course he’d gone and woken her up.

“Yeah,” he said, attempting a reassuring smile. “Sorry to wake you up.”

Her eyes crinkled at the corners, and she rolled over to graze her fingers over his side. His breath hitched, but her movements didn’t stall. “Trouble sleeping?”

“I…” Callum swallowed, and her eyes dropped to watch how his throat bobbed, only serving to make it even drier. “It’s weird. So much space,” he said lamely.

“Well, we don’t have to take advantage of it,” Rayla said simply, offering an easy fix to a loaded situation, something decidedly much less chaste than just last night and the few before. Those times, there hadn’t been a choice–at least that’s what Callum told himself, sure Rayla was doing the same–but now? There was. They were choosing to keep doing what they’d been doing, sharing space and blankets and body heat, all pressed up together.

Callum turned so his back faced her, allowing her to draw him back into her chest and lace their fingers together in front of his stomach, allowing her to rest her chin on the top of his head. Allowing them to be close for no reason other than being close.

“Rayla?” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

He squeezed her hand tighter, tried to press them as close together as possible. Not that close would ever be close enough. “I missed you.”

He hadn’t said that yet. There hadn’t been a right time. Because missing her and loving her could go hand-in-hand but didn’t have to. It was much more important to love her.

And missing her was part of loving her.

Rayla’s breath hitched, the movements of her chest halting against his back for just a quick second.

“I missed you, too.”

[ghost-bard]

Love being an arcane warrior in dao i love swinging a giant maul around and being in armour but also casting walking nightmare and horror on my enemies i think swords are cooler but the affect of a maul is funnier than big sword in my opinion. I have like 3 affects (at the minimum) going on at all times and then i do an aoe chug some lyrium just in case and bludgen some guy to death. What.

[spookyvividi]

Crystal Glacier

..just ignore I forgot George he's fine trust me

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[dawnssummers]

— i never liked that ending either. more love streaming out the wrong way, and i don't want to be the kind that says the wrong way.

buffy the vampire slayer, 5.07 fool for love + 5.18 intervention + 5.22 the gift / richard siken, litany in which certain things are crossed out