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jadedblud · 4 months ago
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@ofdieus @merxxki @stxrfclls ... amethyst & open.
the   former   high   lady   of   winter   sat   upon   a   balcony,   much   like   she   had   the   night   before   at   the   capital,   overlooking   the   scenery.   in   her   600   years   it   was   hard   to   find   things   she   had   never   seen   before.   she   could   say   this   place   was   something   she   had   never   seen   before   or   heard   of   in   centuries.   she   was   sure   it   was   the   dusk   court,   surprise   was   still   edvident   as   she   looked   upon   the   horizon   with   both   awe   and   amazement.   she   knew   so   many   would   be   running   about   but   she   was   taking   time   to   look.   "come   sit,"   she   said,   and   while   her   powers   were   not   to   their   fullest,   her   hearing   was   still   inacted.   "watch   the   horizon   with   me."
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bourgeoning · 9 months ago
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she's  been avoiding  the  main  hall  ,  ever  since  the  portraits  had  been  hung  .  too  many  eyes  weighing  down  on  her  ,  suffocating  .  but  knowing  this  can't  last  forever  ,  and  as  activity  around  the  palace  meets  a  lull  in the night ,  suzume  finally  goes  to  try  meeting  their  gaze  .  which  proves  successful  ,  at  first  ,  but  as  she  trails  over  to  the  young  chakris  ,  there's  a  familiar  ,  deeply - detested  sting  on  the  inner  corners  of  her  eyes  .  by  the  time  she  reaches  the  emperor  and  empress  (  she  assumes  )  ,  their  portraits  are  but  blurry  outlines  .  she  turns  on  her  heel  ,  rushing  out  of  the  room  with  so  little  awareness  that  she  nearly  collides  with  @classiqals  @espionisms  @balteren  @bxrnfrxmashes  in  the  process  .  no  one  was  supposed  to  be  here  .  she  shoots  them  a  withering  look  ,  but  in  that  very  moment  ,  the  first  tear  rolls  down  her  face  .  immediately  ,  she  turns  her  head  with  a  sniff  ,  swiping  at  her  cheek  . " excuse me . "
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heavenechos · 1 month ago
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closed starter with: nestor and any muse! (@cursebrcken, @disrcpairs, @ichorsveined) 
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Oppressive cloud cover had turned to rain, but Nestor was tucked away in the stables of Highgarden- safe, dry, and content. He was perched on a hay bale, his head leaned back against the wood of the stall beside him, eyes closed, listening to the drum of rain on the roof. It was one of those rare moments, where the mind was devoid of memory or thoughts of the future, and he melted into the present. It wasn’t until he felt the presence of another that his eyes flew open, and the weight of time settled back on his shoulders. He didn’t stand, but he did relax when he recognized the face. “You’d be brave to ride in this weather,” he said, voice groggy with lack of use. Nestor looked at them expectantly, wary of their presence, clearly pressing for an answer- as if it were a crime to be in the stables on a rainy day. “Unless you’re here for something else, of course.” 
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torpublishinggroup · 7 months ago
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Celebrate Pride with Tor Publishing Group!
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Rakesfall by @adamantine
They met as children in the middle of the Sri Lankan civil war. Later, in a demon-haunted wood, an act of violence linked them and propelled their souls on a journey through the ages. As they reincarnate ever deeper into the future, a truth emerges: Some stories take more than one lifetime to tell.
Running Close to the Wind by @ariaste
In this queer pirate fantasy, Avra Helvaçi has accidentally stolen the single most expensive secret in the world. To avoid capture, he flees to the open sea, where only his on-again, off-again ex aka pirate Captain Teveri az-Ḥaffār can help him survive, profit, and become a legend.
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Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker-Martin
Something evil is buried deep in the desert. It wants your body and wears your skin. Welcome to Camp Resolution, a queer conversion center where everyone leaves a different person. In 1995, seven queer teens were abandoned here by their parents, but survived. Sixteen years later, they’re scarred and broken, but back to face an evil that threatens the world. 
Kinning by Nisi Shawl
In this alternate history where barkcloth airships soar and former colonies claim freedom from imperialist tyrants, the identity of the island of Everfair still wavers. Victorious in the wake of the Great War, a new threat looms. Can Everfair continue to serve as a symbol of hope for anticolonial movements around the world, or will it fall to forces within and without? 
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Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea by @rebeccathornewrites
Can one of the Queen’s private guard and the most powerful mage in existence leave their lives behind to settle down in their new bookshop that serves tea? This cozy fantasy is steeped in sapphic romance and nestled on the edge of dragon country. 
The Fragile Threads of Power by V. E. Schwab
Once there were four worlds, nestled like pages in a book, each pulsing with fantastical power and connected by a single city: London. After a desperate attempt to prevent corruption and ruin in the four Londons, there are only three. Now the worlds are going to collide anew—brought to a dangerous precipice by the discoveries of three remarkable magicians.
Now available in paperback!
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The Archive Undying by @emcandon
This is a story about misplaced faith, complicated love, so much self-loathing, and yeah—giant robots. Plugged into his AI god when its apocalyptic corruption renders him unfortunately immortal, sad gay disaster Sunai takes a die-again-or-die-trying approach to things. Unending life’s tough when intimacy is somehow scarier even than either of the warring police states set on turning you into a weapon or the rogue undead mecha-fragment of your old god that wants to eat you. 
Now available in paperback!
The Bell in the Fog by Lev AC Rosen
A dazzling historical mystery that dives into the shadowy, closeted world of the Navy, emerging in the gay bars of the city. It’s a whirlpool of missing people, violent strangers, and scandalous photos in 1952 San Francisco. 
Now available in paperback!
Celebrate Pride with more titles from Tor Publishing Group here!
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puppetmaster13u · 7 months ago
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Howdy @hdgnj & @radiance1 would it be alright if hypothetically a new thread was started? I'm starting to feel bad for the people trying to get through the pages of text on our blogs lol. HDNJ Reblog | RADIANCE Reblog
[I also understand if you would prefer just continuing from the initial thread]
So no matter what happens, it's pretty much agreed upon that the two need help. Along with the fact that they really can't just be left to wander, no matter how well they were doing.
(Bruce is having flashbacks to walking into Tim's stalker-shrine room when they look through the toddler's notebook) Because like, Match was pretty much live. A lot of people saw him, and a lot more will continue, so it's not even close to being safe. For all they knew? Cadmus might've thought they had died since they were already deemed failures. But now everyone in the knows not only is at least one alive, but nearly fought Superman to a standstill.
Probably could've if not for the fact that they're a half-starved teen- though the half-feral part probably helped with the can't predict what the Duck attack is going to be next.
(I wanna add more but if idk which to do if we go to the thread lol) (Also hi if ur just finding this, idk if it'll go anywhere but welcome to Radiance's prompt of tiny SuperWonder clone Danny)
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that-butch-archivist · 7 months ago
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"Ruth Ellis, Golden Threads Celebration 1995," from the documentary Golden Threads
source: The Wild Good: Lesbian Photographs & Writings on Love, edited by Beatrix Gates
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inkskinned · 1 year ago
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
#writeblr#warm up#i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books#(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild#but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning#and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go#anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct#i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers#i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once#it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because#when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that#a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN#who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends#i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!
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dragonslaved · 1 month ago
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I think one of the funniest headcanons I ever had for Jon is that yeah I'm a "Jon wears glasses" truther but that's as far as his gran went for his eyesight. Just "eh you can see better that's fine now read" and he just never knew he was colorblind until he became the archivist and thought he'd acquired shrimp vision seeing shrimp colors.
He finds out when he tries to excitedly explain the color purple to Martin and Martin's like babe. I have to tell you something.
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plisuu · 5 days ago
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My decided take on Veilguard is that it's like DA2 - we're getting a story from an unreliable narrator. This time though, we're not getting Varric, the professional, widely published thriller-mystery writer.
It's really just Bellara's amateur friend-fiction.
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tj-crochets · 3 months ago
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I have sewed a few more blocks from the beach quilt, and I repaired a stuffed animal for a neighbor (no pictures because it's not my stuffed animal), but crafting updates might be a little sparse for the next week or so? I have a short week at work this week, a lot of work to get done, and I am getting my covid booster this week (we'll see how that goes lol)
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zcrayas · 10 months ago
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[luminaryofblood] "You keep dangerous company... But then, I suppose I can't think of better company. Not in this time and age."
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BALDUR'S GATE 3 SENTENCE STARTERS || Highly accepting!
Rya lifted her head, blinking at the towering figure. Hands crossed close to her chest. Unlike the current company, she was the contrast to the danger.
Since little, Rya had no friends of her age, growing up among recusants, or who ever her mother invited for trials. Among knights and dedicated the champions also included the wretched, murderers, deserters and those escaping ghosts from their pasts. Dangerous people, for dangerous tasks. Yet, she had opportunity to see better side of humanity within them. By cover, not many seemed too different.
Being no human herself she found kinship among the variety of beings mostly deceived by cover - aggressive, for having suffered of wrong doings. Some... pushed others away until convinced otherwise.
Perhaps, she had been merely lucky to avoid confrontation of a true monster, more likely, in a skin of a human, rather than anything else.
Finally, she spoke.
"...I suppose it depends, if I am in danger... I cannot think of anyone who hadn't stained their hands in blood. Whether in name of the Order, or blasphemy against it..." || @luminaryofblood
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jadedblud · 4 months ago
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@n1ghtsongs @stxrfclls sunan & each sister.
once   they   were   able   to   calm   kitti   down,   and   help   them   to   another   member   of   the   dawn   court,   sunan   was   on   the   way   to   make   sure   his   siblings   were   okay.   his   back   was   still   killing   him   and   he   still   had   no   idea   where   on   the   mother's   green   earth   they   were   but   it   seemed   as   though   it   wasn't   hostile   .   .   .   yet.   gods   he   hoped   it   wasn't   because   his   magic   was   already   drained   so   much.   upon   seeing   the   back   of   their   sibling   they   trotted   up   to   them,   placing   a   hand   on   each   of   their   shoulders   as   he   look   inventory   of   their   body.   "are   you   okay?"
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faunandfloraas · 3 months ago
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"Thread of tweets I hope skz have seen" << literally 20 unfunny tweets I hope they never have the displeasure of seeing
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heavenechos · 2 months ago
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closed starter with: rhea greyjoy and any muse!(@insooth , @morewoe , @grandeurss)
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A vase of roses sat in the middle of the table, picturesque in the afternoon light, arranged meticulously and still in perfect condition despite being a few days old. Rhea sat slouched over the table, sore head in her hand, bored, watching the light move across the floor as the minutes ticked by. The revelry had at the previous night's ball had been exciting- there was no doubt there- but there was a price to be paid for it, and she was drudging through the day as gently as she could. Mindlessly, she plucked a rose from the vase, bringing the bloom to her nose before turning it over in her hand. A foolish move, made immediately apparent as a thorn pierced her finger. “Ah! Shit,” she murmured, dropping the rose and bringing her finger to her mouth. The turn of another’s head caught her eye, and their gaze prompted her to put the flower back in its vase. “I want to call it a wretched thing, but that would be unfair to the blossom.” 
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dont-offend-the-bees · 11 months ago
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What's the best comedy ever made and why is it Wooden Overcoats
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screechingfromthevoid · 4 months ago
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Ashton reading Orym SO WRONG in e31 is insane
Like Orym is not Healthy And Well Adjusted ™ and the look on his face as he's accused of being such is just proof.
Someone please talk to my boy he's STRUGGLING
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