#it is as the prophecy foretold

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

lately i've been trying to picture the Strahd that is somehow a tactical genius, a 9th level wizard, and a guy who filled his house with goofy Home Alone style traps

I was telling my partner about my theory that he just got really stir-crazy about 150 years in and started building Rube Goldberg style traps to stave off the boredom, and they were like, "Did he put the traps there to scare off adventurers? Or are the traps to mess with his staff?"

listen Strahd says they're for adventurers but I now know in my heart that 100% of his traps are to prank his roommates

[accursedvoid]

Warrior Cat CrowdStrike has dealt a blow to the Clan of Microsoft today.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Something I need to see more in fics is Derek absolutely owning the argents. I really dislike it in fics when he has to beg Chris and Allison to work with him. Especially when they’re like “oh we are here to keep you in check”

Like no, beacon hills is his home, his family has bleed and died for beacon hills for centuries. That land bends to Derek’s will, and if he doesn’t want hunters on his land, beacon hills will make it so.

He owes the argents nothing, not his allegiance, not even his understanding. “Oh Chris didn’t know that Kate would” stfu. Christ argent still perpetuates the bigotry of being a hunter.

Give me alpha Derek hale, continuing on the legacy of his family. Having the hale pack, marrying stiles. Having a happy ending.

Anyway that’s my rant for the day 🫢

[pillsopa]

gloom division the very cool 2024 album by dallon meeks

[allyriadayne]

I was telling this to someone else but the last look between alicent and larys I saw it as a mix of sadness/pride/pity. It's like they finally realize she doesn't have to jump thru hoops to justify things. Larys has been telling her since they met: accept this is how the world is. Sort of like the process larys had to go through when he was a child. people don't care if I'm good or bad they hate me because I'm a cripple. they are finally understanding the other because /she/ is starting to be more like him.

[oodlyenough]

eat your hamburgers apollo!!!!!!!!

[purpleserpents]

his himejoshi ass just smiling...

[variksel]

a memoriam of sorts after s3 ep10

(context: i watched death note in 2021 and wrote this in my keepnotes after.. a specific episode)

[hayakawalove]

Chat is this real….

[lefaystrent]

As The Prophecy Foretold

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing: Prinxiety

Summary: Climbing towers was easy in comparison to shattering prophetic expectations.

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There once was a tower in the middle of an enchanted forest. It stood several stories high and had several stories more to tell. This story, however, was the story of how Prince Roman ventured into the thick of it on a journey of true love.

Astride a snow-white horse, he road gallantly into the courtyard. No door marred the stonework. The only entry point sat high up on the top floor of the tower, an arched window. Roman came to a halt below it.

This would not bar him from his destiny.

Roman cleared his throat and belted his voice out from the diaphragm. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair!"

"Who the fuck is Rapunzel?" someone asked from above. A dark-headed figure peered out the window, annoyed. "And why are you yelling?"

Taken aback and nearly falling off his horse, Roman fired back, "Rapunzel! The princess who lives in this tower! Surely you must know her."

"Uh, no, this is my tower. No Rapunzels here."

"Surely you jest!"

"I've never jested in my life, and would you stop yelling! I can hear you just fine."

Puzzled, Roman slid off his horse. Like a good boy, Maximillian lingered by his side. Roman called beseechingly. "I don't know who you are sir, or how you've come to be here, but this is most certainly Rapunzel's tower."

"Like I already said, no golden girls here. This is my tower, so I would know. Someone gave you some shitty directions."

"I- no, that cannot be," Roman stammered. "The prophecy was very specific."

"Prophecies are overrated," the man grunted. He leaned over the edge, one hand under his chin and the other dangling off the side. Even from here, Roman could see prominent bags under his eyes. "Have you tried checking other towers? Or did you just harass the first one you came across?"

"This is the only tower in these woods!" Roman stamped his foot. "It was foretold that I would find Rapunzel's tower here, rescue her from her evil hag of a mother, and then ride away into the sunset together where we would live happily ever after and continue the royal line."

"Do you do everything you're told to? You're just a cog in the system for The Man, aren't you? I hate The Man."

"I am the man!"

"I hate you."

Roman ran his hands through his perfect hair and perfectly messed up his winsome swoop trying to rattle his brain to make sense of it all. "You just met me! You don't even know me!"

"So how would it make it any better for you to decide to marry some chick you haven't even met yet? And decide that you'll be her knight in shining armor without asking? That's very presumptuous of you."

"But the prophecy!"

The stranger groaned and threw up his hands. "Look, if a prophecy told you to jump off a bridge, would you?"

Roman paused. "Is everyone else jumping?"

Deadpanned, the other responded, "No, you're alone. Forever alone."

"Aha! Lies, for I will always have my dear companion, Maximillion."

Maximillion neighed.

"You've got a horse, look at you. Not that I'm not loving this conversation, but are we done yet? I'd like to get back to my peace and quiet."

"But-"

"If you say 'prophecy' one more time, I will come down there, so help me. Just think outside the box for once in your life, yeah? Did anyone even bother to ask before pushing what you're 'supposed' to do on you? Do you want to become involved with some stranger's implied family drama? Do you even want to get married? Do you want to marry a woman, for that matter?"

"Wait, that part's optional?" Roman asked, astounded.

The guy was also astounded, but for other reasons. "This should not be some profound revelation for you. You can love and marry who you want, dude, regardless of gender. Now I just feel sorry for you."

"Like... I could marry a man instead?"

"Of everything that I've said, I think it says something about you that the new potential reality for gayness is what strikes a chord in you."

"I've never thought about it. I thought... Well, I'm the prince! I'm supposed to carry on the family line!"

"You could adopt. Just throwing that out there. Or just don't have kids. That's my solution to everything."

"What's wrong with kids?"

"They grow up and become adults, and adults are the worst thing you could be."

Roman waved his hand up at him. "You are an adult, are you not?"

"Yeah, it's the worst."

Roman harrumphed. He placed his hands on his hips and surveyed the courtyard. "Well, this was an eye-opening experience. What are you doing anyway, living in a doorless tower in the middle of the woods, Not-Rapunzel?"

"My name's Virgil," the man pointed out. Then he caught himself, "Uh, not that it matters. What my name is. You don't need to know that. Or why I live where I do."

"Why do you live in a tower in the woods, Virgil?"

"Because I want to be left alone!" Virgil hissed back. "Obviously, it's not working out as picture-perfect as you'd think."

"I um, like your rose bushes," Roman complimented. "So I think it's still a fairly picturesque locale."

"Those are gardenias, but thanks."

"Gardenias," Roman nodded and rubbed his foot in the dirt. "You have very nice taste in gardenias..."

"...thanks."

Roman coughed into his fist, awkward as a prince ever could be. "So uh, Virgil. In your opinionated wisdom, what should I do now? How do I go back home to my family without a betrothed?"

Virgil sighed and took pity. "If you're that afraid of what they'll think, you don't have to go back."

"I have a duty to uphold. I have sworn it to kin and country."

"Did you swear to be miserable too?"

The prince faltered.

In that sunlit afternoon, standing surrounded by flowers at the foot of an aging tower, he felt small.

Did anyone ever ask him what he wanted? Truly?

What did he want?

"I... I don't want to be miserable."

Virgil nodded, patient as he had been through this whole encounter. "That's a start."

Bolstered, Roman continued, "And I don't want to marry a woman."

"I had a sneaking suspicion on that one."

"I would very much like to marry a man!"

"Ah, we're back to the yelling, okay."

"And I don't want to lead a country! I want to go on adventures with Maximillion and save dames and damsels in distress! I want to fight villains and see magic! I want to swim in the ocean and fly on a dragon!"

"Let it out, just let it all out."

"And- and-" Roman wavered. He slowed and he stared up at Virgil uncertainly. The shadowed eyes, the small indulging smirk, the fire in his soul. "And I would very much like to join you for tea in your tower."

Virgil startled. He reared back, eyes wide, and he was too far to confirm, but Roman would like to think his cheeks pinkened.

"And why the hell would I want to invite you in?" Virgil shot back.

Roman gave a dazzling smile that he felt from his heart. "You don't have to. I know you don't know me and I know I showed up here uninvited. It's just what I would want to happen."

Prophecy or not, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Golden girls wouldn't have compared anyway, to the sight above him.

Virgil disappeared from the window. Roman's heart sank in disappointment.

He would cherish the memory, at least.

Moments later, a very flustered Virgil returned to the window. "Okay, I'll allow it. With the condition that you have to find your own way in here. I'm not helping you!"

Overcome with delight, Roman jumped and whooped for joy.

Climbing towers was easy in comparison to shattering prophetic expectations.

[fireheartwraith]

Omg I just saw someone mention this on Twitter but Forever is attacked by a seven deadly sins the day after he’s asked to build what is basically Noah's arc. We are roleplaying the bible

[shadowed-dancer]

I wish we could keep the new mini-moon. I think our moon would like a friend after all these years. Maybe it's lonely

[visenyaism]

oh she did last words or a shooing star live. beyond rattled something that was stable within me is loose once more

[musclem3m0ry]

Deux jours en fevrier

[undermine-the-instinct]

This qi rong fic i got stewing is turning into a character study

[captainkirkk]

Apollo: "Hey Percy don't worry about the new Great Prophecy, it's probably not even going to happen in your lifetime"

Apollo, the new prophecy is literally about him