#k ill go now

[distortedclouds]

Do you ever think that with Armin and Annie still keeping their relationship a secret when they return to Paradis, Annie tries saying something, and Armin does the "Anyways," again leaving her with her openly :l face and that Hitch will see them, and instead of Armin being the one hopelessly in love like she remembers, it's Annie and he's just giving her the cold shoulder and how long do you think it'll take her (after laughing her ass off) to throw Armin off a cliff for being mean to her sad kitten of a best friend

[sugaaz]

@animangacreators​ challenge 16 ☆ hanami - wisteria: “welcoming” “ask for a recommendation in our discord net and make an edit about the anime and manga that was recommended to you“

K, recommended by the best @missmakaalbarns​

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[jkgnggj]

Here I present to you Tori in a love crisis !! He can't decide who's cuter, Akechi or Saiki (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) it's a toughie...

This was my gift from amber (@simpingnightmare) for a Valentine's art trade we did together! I love tori's expression and blush and his cute heart sweater!!

[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[fruitbythefoot7]

. crazy how crowley fell twice

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[hauntedwoman]

it's actually so devastating that the first boy i ever loved and who loved me back was struggling with addiction and self harm and depression when we were together and like. it was never going to happen and we were never going to make it, despite my neverending hope that it would.

[slutdge]

my psychiatrist admitted he's unsure about how to advise me in our session today cause my situation is so horrific there's no drug or therapy he can prescribe to fix it so lets pop bottles cause i won the gold medal in mental illness wooooo!!!! 🍾 🥂

[keicordelle]

I want so badly to write a series of fics of post-Cazador Astarion slowly starting to explore his sexuality and experiment with kinks as part of his recovery journey

[sugarfortia]

Eddsworld is funny because.. since it’s animated in a cartoony style the characters are all just silly little guys to me. I cannot take overly angsty red leader/wtfuture AUs seriously. Red Leader is really just a tiny guy with weird hair who can do a weirdly accurate zombie impression. You know who ACTUALLY took over the world? Matt. The guy with the face.

[distortedclouds]

It never stops being funny to me how Annie was worried about the "more cheerful girls out there" when I think the only time she should be jealous/Armin would actually blush at another woman is if she where to attack him

Like out of nowhere flip-over-the-shoulder kind of attack that Armin ends up on his back with a woman (extra points if older) looking down at him threateningly

Yeah it'll take his software a good while to reboot after that and I can totally see Annie looking at him just

🙂

[storm-driver]

he watched the ending of the tennant era for the first time in 12 years. (he cried really fucking hard.)

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

I'm about two days away from finishing the third draft of chapter 27

[wyrmofworms]

A bird from class

[thedeadthree]

MISERY IS A BUTTERFLY — THE MAIN CAST + SIDE CHARACTERS OF TLOU + TLOU H*BO 🌿🍄 (template by @unholymilf | coloring by @notoriousaesthetics | icons)