#no one is spared

[muyru-iru]

Fox: state your occupation, visitor! Skywalker: It's me Anakin. I need to see Senator Amidala. Fox: there is no Anakin in the system...who? Anakin Skywalker: Anakin Skywalker. THat's my full name, you literally should know who i am. Fox tipping the name in: no. I mean: systems says no. No, GAR boy, not in the system. Anakin Skywalker: I'm a general. Fox: ranks don't count. If the system says no, it meant it....you know it...say it...as always...say: Anakin Skywalker groaning: ok. ok. Fine. Hello, the knight of master yoda's padawan's padawan's padawan, who was first the padawan of my latest master's master, who got killed by Darth Maul...- now the padawan of the jedi, that Darth Maul is obsessed to kill with, wants to visit Queen Amidala of Alderaan or the Senator whatever you call her here on Corsucant. And this knight is me. Fox: system says positive. You can get in.

(it is intended that the system has made me confused too for a sec and I remembered: oh shit. Whatever . Well done Fox!)

*disclaimer for one part: the partial reason why Anakin messes up is explained in the comments.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

a last alliance

Nenya sparkles in the sun, suspended between them, cradled in his palm.

It still startles him to see his own unblemished hand, but as he surrenders the ring—as his heart accepts its impending loss—he feels the luster of its power begin to leave him.

As Galadriel reaches out to take it, he feels relief.

He had fled the battlefield—out of astonishment, out of embarrassment, out of the guilt that came with the realization that in finally reaching for the thing that he desired, the object with the power to liberate his children from the threat of Sauron forever, he had betrayed them.

For the unforeseen cost, he had learned, watching his flesh transform before his eyes as dawn broke over the eastern rise of the mountains, is that he should cease to be one of them.

Too ashamed to let them see his uncorrupted face—his beloved children, the ones who had fallen in such great numbers at his asking, he had sought the shelter of the wood, high above the city, and hid. Some had followed, of course—his faithful sons, ever attuned to their father’s movements.

He had commanded them to stay back, away, and they had obeyed his wish.

That is, until they returned with her.

He had been paralyzed, frozen and inert against the stone until he had heard her voice: soft and imploring, not sharp and menacing, as it so often had been in her dealings with him and his children. He could sense her desperation, and he knew, in that moment, that it matched his own.

As he’d turned to her, revealing his original form, seeing the wonder in her eyes, he’d been filled with hope for the first time that he could remember. For after all, if a ring—little more than a trinket—could heal the wounds of a thousand years, then surely, they—two beings with minds and hearts, who had lived and lost so many times over—could find forgiveness between them.

He holds his palm steady, determined to assuage any of her fears that it might be a trap. No more flames, and no more darkness, he promises her, speaking of a lasting peace—of healing, at last, between elf and uruk.

She slips Nenya onto her finger, and he watches relief wash over her. As she studies the ring, he studies her, appreciating how radiant she is—like the brilliant dawn of the first sunrise he had glimpsed as he’d emerged from the bowels of Angband.

She does not need a ring to radiate with light, and yet Nenya amplifies her beauty even so.

She was a worthy adversary, and now, she will become a worthy ally.

Basking in her light, his limbs feel stronger, his sinews ready. With her at his side, his heart assures him, they will win.

A twig snaps, and they both turn their attention in the direction of the sound. Striding though the sun-soaked forest toward them, with an air of unpracticed confidence, is a tall, blonde figure, clad from head to toe in black.

“It is him,” Galadriel breathes, turning back to Adar with a maelstrom of quiet terror swirling in the depths of her crystal blue eyes. She places a hand against her breast, the place where she has hidden the nine rings. “I cannot face him alone.”

Setting his jaw, Adar draws his blade, stepping in front of her. “You will not be alone, Alatariel.”

As Sauron draws a blade of his own, Adar glances back to lock eyes with her once more. “No more flames,” he murmurs. It is an earnest offer: an offer to set their tenuous alliance in stone as hard of that which sits within the ring of adamant that she wears.

“And no more darkness,” she answers, resolved as she bares her teeth, drawing her own weapon.

Together, they charge toward their ancient enemy.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[extremely-judgemental]

Nesta explicitly stating she broke it off with Tomas because he wouldn't have gone to the wall with her looking for her sister in ACOTAR, and two books later the sexual assault plot to be included to turn it into 'Feyre was right all along' is the kind of character butchering and erasure I expect form SJM.

[krash-and-co]

some of y’all have no idea what crimes im about to share

[darrowsrising]

Really enjoying myself with this short story fanfiction I am writing. Shameless self-insert of my own emotions, but hey, if this is the way I am spared forgiveness and pity of the foolish, so be it.

[skydreamplayzz]

idk why I drew this but I Listend to little nightmares music. uhh ye- I also had a similar dream were one of my Ocs got captured by humans.Wait.. I didn't Do his backstory yet.. He hates humans and Maybe He got captured by them [his brother aswell] and these humans used them for.. Hmm idk yet but they used the Magic they both can't handle and made them Do what they say otherwise they would suffering.. Yeeeee getting ideas while typing. A basic Thing but yeee. Still dont know his backstory..Just why He hates humans. 🌳

[rawliverandcigarettes]

not to go all blorbo on you but I uhhh really really love the t'selvi family, everybody in there is completely insane in their own special way and I'm so very proud ;_;

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

every day there are race wars being waged in mw2 lobbies

[jincheeto]

I am viscerally angry at this appearing and thus going to make sure all my friends suffer with me

When you roll a nat 1

Someone post a gif

[randombloops]

I haven’t oc posted in like forever but remaining chat:

How do we feel about me realizing I made one of the most immortal beings I’ve ever made have a kid. A mortal kid. I didn’t realize how tragic it was until like I doodled them. It’s crazy.

[muyru-iru]

(I forgot one thing to add/lmao)

[short-and-ugly]

Sure is a lotta screaming and crying too-day

[kawaiikenna]

Now all I’m seeing is tiny Danny hiding behind Jason when the rest of the bats come barging in. There’s that split moment of perfect silence of bats looking at Jason and Jason staring back at the bats. Then of course Danny pokes his head out from behind Jason and stares at them too. They stare back. Much confusion is held. Then suddenly,

“See! I have a dad so you can’t take me!” Danny yells at the bats. Cute chubby baby fat cheeks pursed in a frown. Bright blue eyes flickering with determination.

“Jason, explain.” Batman says flatly.

“You know as much as I do. Now get the fuck out. You’re making my son feel uncomfortable.”

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

[morganafayes]

because at the end of the day it’s about how love and hate will destroy you equally. it’s about the fact that merlin and morgana both lost themselves because they became so consumed by their love and hate respectively that it made everything else not matter. because merlin loved arthur so much he hollowed himself out for the sake of it and morgana hated uther so much it ate her alive and became all she was

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[hinamie]

7/3: pov u r nanami kento pleased that i managed to pull smth together in time for your bday