#made me think more

[selsieeeo]

Tell me a Story

Inspired by @llondonfog post and the comment section of that post of Silver being Lilia’s original son 500 years ago but lost him due to the war that happened between Briar Valley and a neighbouring human kingdom. He finds him again 500 years later reborn as an abandoned human child and names him Silver and takes him in.

“What’s true Malleus?” he asked.

“I heard rumours that you used to have a son,” Malleus answered.

Ah, that.

Lilia hummed sadly. “Well, I shouldn’t be hiding the truth from the crown prince now should I?”

“Is it true?” The dragon fae prodded again.

Lilia only could pause before answering, saddened at the reminder that he used to have a son. “Yes. It is true. I did use to have a son.”

“What happened to him?” The younger fae asked.

“Hmm…you know, he would be older than you and you would have an older brother,” Lilia said teasing him.

The crown prince huffed. “That didn’t answer my question.”

Lilia stared at him and Malleus saw for a second a hint of sadness behind those blood-red eyes before he hid the sadness. “Why don’t I tell you a story?”

‘Once upon a time, there was a vampire. He was a cautious creature but had recently been blessed with something.

A child.

He adored his child so much. Even as a vampire, he was usually alone but now he had a son by his side to keep him company.

Then the vampire was called away. It was to assist in a war between a human kingdom and the fae kingdom he lived in. He went away leaving his son behind, promising him that he’ll come back.

As the war waged on, the vampire became one of the most decorated war generals and was hailed as a hero.

One day as the war continued to wage on, he went home briefly to visit his son.

One mustn’t forget that you will make many enemies during a war.

The vampire forgot.

When he returned home, he found his home burnt to a crisp. And what of his son? He found his son dead, impaled by a spear covered in iron.’

The young dragon fae widened his eyes as he made a realization of what happened to his mentor’s son.

Lilia could only nod sadly as he was reminded of the events that separated him from his son forever.

The fae general had just returned to his home to visit his son before he was whisked away by war. What he hadn’t expected was his home collapsed sustaining burns. He could only stare in shock for a few seconds before rushing in when he realized his son was most likely still in there.

He searched nonstop in the pile of burnt wood and broken furniture desperate to find his beloved son.

Then he finally found him. Not in a state that he would like him to be.

He uncovered the last of the fallen debris that was covering his son. The first thing he saw was the spear impaling his son. The spear was covered in iron.

His heart dropped.

“No…no…no…” Lilia muttered. He felt himself going into a state of shock to see his fallen son in a state like this.

He took the spear impaling his son, giving himself small burns and cradled his child in his arms.

He felt tears falling down his face. Strange. he did rarely cry. He continued to cry as the reality that his son was dead finally hit him.

Soon later on he would build a grave for his son. As he stared at the buried body, he said. “I’ll find you again. Be it five hundred years or even one thousand.” His voice cracked. “My beloved son, I know we will meet again.”

“Papa that’s such a sad story.” Silver said with a frown.

“Perhaps it was.”

“Do you think the father and son finally met each other again?” his son asked.

“...perhaps they did.”

“Then they’re living a very happy life then.” Silver concluded happily.

Lilia thought back to when he found Silver. An abandoned human baby alone in the woods. He stared at the child of man until he opened his eyes. They were an auroral colour. He recognized those eyes anywhere. His son five hundred years ago had only one difference from him. That difference was his eyes, they weren’t a blood-red colour but an auroral colour.

Lilia smiled at his human son. “Yes, they are very happy.”

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[pirate-cashoo]

“You are my affliction”

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

his therapist woulda had a field day at their next appointment

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[walkerrenee]

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

[eliounora]

I wanna push you around

[puppppppppy]

this has been plaguing my mind for days

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[mumblesplash]

i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

[hinamie]

I'll give them shelter like you've done for me

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)