#if it’s quicker and easier

[oobbbear]

Song bird and the Rat - part 1

Natto and Moondust backstory time wohooo!

Part 2 ->

All chapters/and story master post

[wanologic]

always good to keep a screamhole handy

[pangur-and-grim]

I’m a little frustrated, because Pangur’s not getting better, and has historically needed supportive care for bouts of pancreatitis, but they want me to give her another night at home. that’ll be 48 hours without eating or drinking, for a 12 year old cat. it just doesn’t make any sense to me - why wait for her to get even more dehydrated, instead of getting her on fluids now?

[delicatepointofview]

LOUIS TOMLINSON All Of Those Voices Global Screening in LA

[lost-family]

Sharing a small snippet wip! Currently halfway through sketching the chapter pages, kofi members get to see the first 16 pages sketched out of the chapter! Hoping I get to post the other half soon

[heeleryuta]

possible yuta charm ?

[pagandaddybutart]

Two types of parents 🙄🙄

Ft. @ineffableparents azicrow babies Cherub & Jay :>

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

OKAY BUT consider a victorian era au where ahb is an irish aristocrat quoting a modest proposal to verbally spar with the english at one of their balls during the irish potato famine

[ask-the-sawyer-twins]

chop top could you pretty please say hi to bubba for me :-) much love

[overratedandpathetic]

silver does nothing but prolong the pain

[henreyettah]

So we have an end of the year dinner thing at my uni, and it’s my last year, and the theme is “At sea”.

Which one should I go for?

[honeii-puff]

It's crazy what you'd do for a friend

In which Corvus comes in swinging. Co-written and edited by the lovely lovely @sorinethemastermind I write the Corvus POV's, they write the Soren POVs. Also on Ao3 and it has a playlist!

It wasn’t until close to sunset that Corvus had heard anything that warranted him changing his pace on the trail.

The faint sound of a Banther roaring up ahead put things into perspective quite quickly.

The trail he was following was fresher, possibly from within the hour, which left three possibilities:

1. They hadn’t reached the Banther yet 

2. They had just passed the Banther

3. They were currently engaging with the Banther.

And by the sound of it, Corvus thought it was safe to assume that it was number three.

He dismounted from Buckeye, quickly tying her to a tree before bolting down the trail of padded-down grass. It was faster on foot since Buckeye didn’t have enough space between the trees to run. Corvus, however, did.

As he got closer to the sound, he pulled his chain out of his bag, looping it around his hand loosely and gripping the hook part with his other hand. 

Through the trees, he could see the flash of metal and caught glimpses of the Banther.

Creeping up closer to the edge of the treeline, he saw the scene fully. Rayla was trying to slash at the creature with her swords, Soren doing the same with his own. Callum was flipping through his spellbook, with the other elf standing next to him, looking between the Banther and the book.

Corvus swung the hook a few times before throwing it out. The chain flew between the front legs of the Banther and wrapped around one of its hind legs a few times, the hook anchoring itself into the animal’s skin, causing it to roar loudly. 

He gripped the chain tight with both hands and yanked on it hard, digging his heels into the ground. The force of the chain pulled the Banther’s hind leg out from under itself, causing it to fall over.

“Might want to work on that spell a bit faster, Callum!” He grunted, keeping a tight grip on the chain.

“I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Callum responded, still frantically flipping through the pages. “Y’know what, forget it.” He closed the book before drawing a rune in the air “Aspiro!”

The Banther was blown back into a large tree and, by extension, Corvus. He heard a loud pop and a fiery pain shot through his wrist before hitting the ground hard.

He scrambled into a crouch, gently trying to unwind the chain from his arm, wincing heavily at every small shift to his wrist.

Soren hoisted him up by his bicep, getting him to his feet after a moment. “Wow. You caught up a lot faster than I thought.”

“I’m sorry what?” Rayla’s eyebrows shot up. “What’re you on about?”

“Soren made it easier for your tracker friend to find us.” The elf said. “Quite smart, actually.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” Corvus asked him.

“Runaan.”

“Right. Thanks. And yes, it was.” He looked back at Soren.

“Why, thank you.” He gave a dramatic bow, before straightening. “Is your wrist alright?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” He lied through his teeth. It was starting to throb. “I need to head back a bit, I left Buckeye tied to a tree.”

“Who?” Callum raised an eyebrow.

“My horse. Buckeye.”

“How are we getting a horse across a river?”

Corvus looked at the calm river next to them. “It’s not that big. Probably not too deep, either. Buckeye knows how to walk through water, I think he’ll be fine. Also,” Corvus dug through his bag with his good hand, pulling out Soren’s bag. “You left this.”

“I knew I was forgetting something!” Soren gratefully accepted it from him, putting it on so the strap went across his chest.

Not that Corvus was staring.

He definitely wasn’t staring. He was making sure that Soren hadn’t gotten hurt. He looked fine.

He looked great. Better than great.

“Yeah, I’ll be back in a bit with Buckeye,” Corvus said, looking at Soren again before disappearing back into the treeline. His face felt hot, and he was suddenly glad Soren was wearing his scarf and not him.

Soren was wearing his scarf. 

He shook his head. Now was not the time. He just needed to get Buckeye.

A few minutes later, he found Buckeye butting his snout against the tree branches. He untied the horse’s reins from the tree, which earned him a soft nudge from the horse.

“Are you up for some swimming?” He asked Buckeye, who snorted in response, giving him a look.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

[sorinethemastermind]

It is traditional, it is inherited, predispositional

In which Soren isn't as sneaky as he thought. Co-written and edited by the amazingly talented @honeii-puff. I write the Soren POVs, they write the Corvus POVs Also on Ao3 and it has a playlist!

Soren’s feet hurt. Not that he was complaining. He wasn’t. Soren didn’t complain. He was just thinking how it sure would be nice to know where they were going, especially after all this walking. Everybody else seemed to. But it had reached that point where asking where they were going would make it really obvious that he hadn’t any clue this entire time. And that would just be embarrassing.

So he didn’t ask. And he didn’t mention that his feet hurt. (Callum did. Callum mentioned that his feet hurt quite a lot, actually.)

But they were making good progress towards, wherever it was they were going. Rayla definitely knew. Runaan seemed to. Callum… probably did. But it was also possible that he was just blindly following Rayla and had as little of a clue as Soren did.

The lovebirds had fallen into step side-by-side almost as soon as they set out, whispering and giggling to one and other. Rayla kept reaching out to play with Callum’s scarf. Soren tugged at his own, pulling it tighter around his neck. It was nice to have a little piece of Corvus with him, even out here. 

“Are they always like that?” Runaan asked, pulling Soren back to the present. 

“Yup.” Soren nodded, glancing over at the elf. He’d fallen back from the front to walk beside him. “Pretty much.”

Runaan sighed. “I suppose I’ll just have to get used to it.” 

“After a while, it fades into the background.” Soren lied. 

“Hm.” Runaan seemed unconvinced. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “I’ll admit I was surprised when you assisted in my rescue. I understand my daughter’s motivations, of course. And those of your High Mage. But last you and I met…”

He trailed off, as if he didn’t want to relive that night any more than Soren did. 

“Yeah, well.” Soren tried to search for a simple explanation but pulled a blank. Very little seemed simple these days.

“Yeah.” He just said again lamely. 

They walked in silence for a moment, Soren’s footfalls feeling loud to his own ears despite the muffling moss and leaves underfoot. Especially when Runaan kept glancing back the way they’d come, eyes scanning the ground. 

“You and the tracker seem close.” He said suddenly. Soren felt his step falter for a moment. He couldn’t know, could he? Soren had been so careful. 

“How did you know he was a tracker?” 

“In my line of work, it pays to be observant.” The elf said. 

Soren’s fingers twitched towards the back of his neck, pulling the scarf higher. Runaan’s gaze lingered. 

“We’re on the Crownguard together,” Soren explained. “And he’s one of King Ezran’s most trusted advisors. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last few years.” 

“You seem to trust him, and he seems to trust you. He did about me, anyway.”

“Well… yeah,” Soren said, realizing that the words were true even as he spoke them. “We’ve been through a lot together.”

“I’m sure you feel you could tell him most anything, and he you,” Runaan said sagely. 

“Yeah.” Soren paused. “I hope he knows he can tell me stuff.” 

“As I’m sure my daughter and your mage hope you know about them. They seem to think rather highly of you.”

Soren turned to him in surprise. “They… did?”

“Did you not expect them to?” 

“I don’t really know what I was expecting,” Soren admitted. 

“Well, they trust you. And I’m sure they would be receptive to anything you had to tell them. I doubt anything would change what they think of you.” 

Soren wondered for a moment why he cared, and then it dawned on him. Oh. 

“It’s hard, sometimes.” Soren told the elf. “To tell people stuff when you think they might not look at you the same after. But what’s important is staying true to yourself.”

He held a finger up before him as he finished the little speech, feeling rather pleased with himself. It was Runaan’s turn to look surprised. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“I’m sure the same is true for you.” Soren added. “Rayla cares about you a lot. And she really respects you.”

“Ah. Yes.” Runaan had paused for a moment, but now he fell back into step beside Soren. “I am grateful for her patience. And open heart. She reminds me of my husband in that way.” 

Soren’s eyes widened. “Your-“

“Yes,” Runaan said dryly, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I look forward to seeing him again.”

“So that’s where we’re going,” Soren said, finally piecing it together.

“I… suppose it is.” The elf said. “I’m glad that you and I are finally on the same pa-“

“The Shinygrove!” Soren exclaimed, pointing at him. 

“Silvergrove,” Runaan corrected. 

“Uh, yeah.” Soren shrugged. “That’s what I said.”

Runaan sighed. Just then, Rayla called out from up ahead, glancing back towards the pair of them. 

“Either of you know a way across this river?” 

Runaan quickened his step, catching up to them. But before he did, he threw one last look back at Soren. 

“I’m sure you’ll like the Silvergrove. Expect a warm reception.” Runaan said, turning back towards Rayla and Callum. “And I’d suggest fixing your scarf. The others might see.”

Soren stared at the elf, dumbfounded. Then, he quickly twitched the scarf up higher, practically swallowing his entire face with it. This… this was not good. 

Or was it?

[sleepyy-27]

I HAD A VISION. >:D

(You can use your imagination for what Linkle and wars were talking about lol)

(It took me five hours to draw all of these)

[scarygreenlightning-art]

Ultratober day 20-22: Favorite location

So take up your brush

and paint

the world

R E D.

[demolitionistic]

WHO LET THIS MAN OUT

LOOK AT HIM

HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING WHO TAUGHT HIM THIS