#mist worlds

[ace-malarky]

Snippet Sunday 9/2

Listen ok sometimes you realise you've been staring at a screen all day so you decide to go outside as the light is leaving and you decide to leave your phone behind because we might as well be untethered! Just for a little bit! and then your brain goes "ok but what if" and you have to hold like four separate scenes in your mind for the whole walk just begging them not to leave

anyway

Jasper-the-character? Jasper-the-character :3

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Jasper twisted out of the way, recovered, raised his blade, and fought back.

On the other side of the fire, Kaua was holding her own, shrieking curses and insults that did just as much damage as her sword.

Rhydderch barked, snarled, yelped, and it was only Kallylin's quick lunge that saved Jasper from getting skewered.

Focus. He felt her anger rising, her hissing spitting fury that anyone would dare attack them.

He hadn't seen Llinos. Rhydderch had sounded-

Focus!

There was a fight. Llinos could hold her own.

They were not the only guards.

The passengers and merchants of the caravan were screaming.

Someone kicked the fire, scattering it across the ground where it caught and died underfoot.

An arrow whipped past, sinking with deadly precision into one of his attackers, and Jasper was flooded with relief. Llinos' arrow. She was up, she was fighting.

Rhydderch shrieked again, and Kallylin answered him with a caterwaul yowl of her own.

More people flooded from the trees. A mistake to set up so close to them, but when had anyone listened to their hired guard?

Jasper fought. The guards fought with him and they started to stem the tide.

He saw Llinos in the corner of his eye, firelight shading her redder than her hair. She had an arrow nocked, another in her hand, choosing her next target.

Rhydderch barked a warning, streaking across the ground.

Time seemed to slow as Llinos was lifted off her feet and flung backwards by a blast of magic.

Jasper lunged across the space between them, Kallylin at his side, their thoughts a desperate chorus threaded with anger that set the bond between them alight.

Fire, dying, blazed in their wake.

Jasper yowled and marked the mage - hands spread, glyph burning out the pathways on his palms, and didn't give him a chance.

He brought his sword to bear, but Kallylin's claws were sharper and faster and personal, and the mage was stuttering, unable to get his hands on another glyph before Jasper was upon him, baring him to the ground.

Kallylin's snarl rattled through his chest, her vision sharp enough to see the mage's death in his eyes.

Fire burnt inJasper's bones, along his arms, catching in the mage's clothing. It was around him, it was in him, it was him.

Jasper slammed a hand into the man's chest, claws catching on his exposed skin, sharp enough to cut. Kallylin bared their teeth, fire pooling on their tongue. She leant him in, smelling the mage's fear as he went limp beneath them.

She wasn't done, this man hurt their sister and he would-

"Jasper?" Llinos' voice, faint though it was, caught his whole attention.

She was watching him, propped up on her side Rhydderch was beside her, eyes on Jasper. Ears tilted back ever so slightly.

Kallylin purred in his chest to see them both safe, and Jasper's ears flicked back to take in the dying fight around them.

"How areyou feeling?"

Jasper blinked at her. "Shouldn't I-" Something was off about his voice. It roughened in his throat, came out with the rasp of a growl at its edges.

Kallylin was still tense, still mindful of the fight. She would protect them.

Jasper flinched at a blur of movement, twisted onto his feet to face the fighter, Kallylin's snarl ripping out of his throat.

Fire burnt at his claws.

The fighter fell sideways to reveal Kaua behind her, who adjusted her grip on her sword and flicked a glance at Llinos.

"Are you alright?"

"Just winded." Llinos got to her feet with Rhydderch's help.

Jasper stepped to steady her and froze at the sight of fur coating his hands.

Kallylin's thick pelt covered his skin, littered with spots. Her ears flicked on his head, listening to the bandits flee and order start to be restored. Her whiskers twitched in the air as he tensed, taking in everything.

The fire at his claws died. "What..."

"Congratulations," Llinos said, reaching to take one of his hands in hers. "I always said you'd make a good catboy."

[artuurle]

The world is ending and I need a hug. Thinking about how Godpoke just kinda walked into this mess and was thrust into being the person to fix this through random chance.

award this thing with therapy AT ONCE.

[claret-ash]

Mists of Pandaria Wrathion dot jpeg

[raintides]

wranduin in pandaria

[assassin1513]

⚜️🍂🤎🍂Fall Touch🍂🤎🍂⚜️

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 119

Another divine twitch chat Au? Another divine twitch chat Au. With a bit of a twist. 

Billy would like to say it is in fact not his fault. It’s really not. Who hits someone with magic they obviously don’t know how to use? Well okay maybe he had done that before, but it’s not like he ever did it around other people where they could get hit! 

But someone was an idiot and now he’s here, as his normal ten-year old self kicking his legs while sitting in the Watchtower as the others argued. Apparently the League thinks he’s been de-aged, which is good as his secret isn’t out. 

The uh, issue is that something about the spell might have um, partially manifested the gods- or as he called them the Mediterranean Magic Men, if only because of how annoyed it made Zeus. Now everyone can see the chat that’s usually only visible to him and apparently it’s concerning. 

He doesn’t see how it’s an issue, Zeus has been silenced for the next hour and Hercules has been dying of laughter for the last three. Oh, wait, it might be from Mercury’s constant attempted flirting with Flash. …Or the fact they’re trying to convince him to commit a crime and he’s honestly down for doing so seeing as he’s a homeless ten year old who is down for getting clairvoyance and super speed for the next thirty minutes in exchange…

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[cocolacola]

2014-2017 WoW lore is so funny because it would be someone saying something like "DNI if you think any of this character's actions were justified. I am NOT arguing about this anymore, you all make me sick." so you google the character and open images and you just get this

[kottkrig]

Made an outlaw rogue for Pandaria Remix

He's meant to be a typical undead adventurer: morbid humor, kinda creepy, dubious morals, showed up out of nowhere and isn't an enlisted recruit but he's here to help and happy enough to be useful

[mistchievous]

Reblog with your favorite femslash ships.

[ace-malarky]

Snippet Sunday 22/9

I'm takin' a break from the chores of it all to share you a thing :3

from birthday present #2, I present; name games with the Fair Folk!

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Calico tilts his head, thinking. "I don't know. It might not take."

"I'll give it a shot." Briar swivels on their heel to face Calico amongst the graves. "How do we do this?"

Calico hesitates. "Are you sure?" The hunger of it all makes him hesitate, makes him slip and if he had been any younger - if he had known them any less-

"Yes."

He pushes his aviators onto his head and blinks as his eyes kaleidoscope with unbidden glamour.

briar lets out a quiet gasp, their face softening.

"Make your deal, Mortal." The compulsion lies thick on Calico's tongue. A strain to call it up, a strain to keep it in check.

"A name for a name, Faye," Briar says, offering their hand. "I'll give you mine in exchange for the use-name of your cousin." They sound a little dazed, and Calico hopes they aren't about to give him their actual name. "I accept, Mortal. Give me the name your parents gave you." He takes Briar's hand.

Clouds scud across the sky and the sun lights them up in sudden warmth.

Briar tells him their deadname like they're dreaming. It doesn't suit them, but then - it's not theirs. Never ha been. Never will be again.

"My cousin's use-name," Calico says, and stutters over the unknown of it all, "my cousin's use-name is-"

Pink hair and seaweed eyes, a flowing skirt over bare feet, waistcoat whirling about keir as ke spins and darts back, beckoning for Calico to follow.

He feels proud of keir, to have come with him, to have joined his family, despite everything. Despite him and Robyn and what they'd done.

What he'd done.

He adored keir. He'd set the worlds alight for keir.

(He gave up his name when ke asked, gave up his memories when told, gave up - gave up - gave up-)

"Tayse," Calico says, the name sharp on his tongue like a broken key.

He'd drop to his knees under the weight of the memories (the guilt) but Briar has hold of him.

They've stepped closer, hand still clasped in his, and have him against their side, arm looped around their waist.

"Are you alright?" they ask. "Did that - work?"

"Briar suits you far better," Calico says. "I think it did."

"Your cousin is Tayse. Do you... know what happened to keir?"

"Not entirely." Calico pushes himself upright. "But I'm going to find out." He feels more - settled than he has in a long time. More power at his fingers (on his tongue) but more control, too.

[dama624]

this dungeon makes me feel baby brain

[andreaslittlecorner]

Standing by a foggy sea feels like standing at the edge of the world

[tabrisangel]

you will be forced to see my genius (SHE/HER FOR NORWAY SHE IS A WOMAN)

[mistgardens]

Doodle cause she's pretty

[witheverynesta]

can we talk about how nesta and aelin would absolutely LOVE eachother?

both of them were groomed by a parental figure, both had a rough childhood, both are scared of vulnerability and lash out at others out of anger, both eventually found friendships that helped heal them and teach them to depend on others, both are selfless and loving — they're so similar. they'd absolutely be that intimidating duo you watch from a distance that would have each other's backs no matter what.