#oh yeah changed the title

[cukrkandl]

just came across the story "the warlock's hairy heart" in the tales of beedle the bard and am i the only one who sees it as very aromantic coded??? obviously it's really shitty considering what happens and how it's presented as a fucking tragedy (sigh idk what i expected from jkr) BUT what's good is that it's definitely gonna serve a purpose in my aroace4aroace wolfstar fic lol

[umblrspectrum]

you'll never guess which movie i finally watched after 2 years of being lazy

[fbpanimations]

i wanna revamp my au soo bad. its so shit i knew almost nothing about anything when i made it but i rlly like where i was going w it... i have ideas for the story i just dont know what the actual situation is. like.. how do they get twisted.. why are they twisteds.. how are ppl actually handling it (well i kind of have that one down?) how did it start.. how do they fix it...... IDFK !!!! help.. (leave suggestions maaaaybe if you want.. i have no clue how to figure this out lol)

read the tags i yapped so much there lol

[nguyenfinity]

Presenting EnSeason, a monthly release magazine featuring ES idols! This inaugural January issue is Trickstar following the announcement of their TRIP album :]

Image without text below the cut:

rendering got my ass on this one

[flygonscales]

I am losing my mind here

[lowstakesvampires]

a couple years in the future, but not many...

colour key: blue = english spoken red = norwegian/norse spoken black text = language being masked by english so you can still read. see the borders for actual language. purple borders = norwegian/norse accented english (it's blue tinted by red) orange borders = whatever bat's accent is. while speaking norwegian (it's red tinted by yellow)

i am very normal about languages <3

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

so sorry but i keep seeing you in my notifs and thinking your pfp is from the coffin of andy and leyley and i go 😟 before realizing its just your art

bestie the way my heart STOPPED at this 😭 no need to apologize tho but oml /lh

(ramble in the tags sdfgdsfg)

[swiftsaltsweet]

Kyoshi's PR Manager-Prologue

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (Possibly characters from Reckoning of Roku)

Pairing: Rangshi

Summary:   Summary: During the later years of Kyoshi’s life, the world is imploding with new catastrophes. Kyoshi and Rangi have to figure out what might be the root shared cause. Will they be able to fix it, or will it be too late for Kyoshi and her legacy?

Prologue is spoiler free (will update summary later), but spoilers for Reckoning of Roku most likely later in the story. Obvie spoilers for Rise/Shadow of Kyoshi

(As cracky as the title is, this is NOT a comedy or crack fic, it’s a fix-it fic where I try to reconcile what happened in Roku’s canon TT0TT).

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: NO spoilers for the novel this chapter.

Gd man, I was taking a break this week cause I was recovering from my sickness and then I see those LEAKS about Kyoshi from the Roku novel? Nah. Nope. Uh uh. Not on my watch. Kyoshi? Rangi? Get behind me I’ll protect you. I’ll sacrifice both my lungs and sleep for you two. 

Just the prologue for now, I still need to see the specifics of the novel when it comes out. But I have a decent idea where I wanna take this based on what I know.

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Kyoshi ran her thumb down the length of the rough parchment as she read through it again for the hundredth time. The contents weren’t good. In fact, none of the correspondences she’d been getting for the last handful of years have been good. It was just disaster after disaster.

Kyoshi put the paper down on her desk, and leaned back into her chair, letting her full weight as well as the weight of the world be held up by some simple wooden pieces. She closed her eyes. Things had been going more or less smoothly for roughly two hundred years. So what changed? 

She let out a deep sigh. She could feel the sound of it reverberate around the study. Filling up all the empty space. 

“More bad news?” a charred voice whispered nearby. It was like music to Kyoshi’s ears.

Kyoshi opened her eyes to see her wife, Rangi, walking quietly into the study, tea in hand. Her features were laced with worry as she quickened her pace to be by Kyoshi’s side. Kyoshi wanted to smile in reassurance, but couldn’t find the strength.

“It’s like someone’s approached our little orderly web of strings and started yanking on it,” she paused, and then corrected herself. “Or more like, someone is taking a machete to it.” She folded her hands onto the desk and leaned her forehead against them. “It’s falling apart. Everything is going wrong. It’s starting to become impossible to put back together.”

Put back together. Her secret mantra. One that tied back to how she, her wife, and her teacher maintained their immortality. Catalog everything. Every weight, every breath, every scar. She would do it for her body. She would do it for the nations. She would do it for the world. 

Put the pieces back. Make it orderly. Everything will be fine.

But it wasn’t. Someone or something was making disruptions. It was becoming too much to catalog. And not just the physical world, but also the Spirit World too.

Seeds of chaos were being sown everywhere, and Kyoshi was only one person. She couldn’t be everywhere. The bison was only so fast. She had so few she could trust.

Rangi grabbed the letters off of Kyoshi’s desk and started putting them into separate piles. “We’ll figure it out. First, we need to triage. Which of these is more dire, who can we send in our stead-” she kept listing off what they needed to do. It filled Kyoshi’s chest with warmth. No matter how many years, decades, centuries passed, Rangi stayed consistent. Ever unyielding. Even more so than Kyoshi herself. 

She would’ve made a fantastic earthbender. She has the mentality for it. Kyoshi laughed in her head. 

“You’re right,” Kyoshi let herself smile just a tiny bit. “One step at a time.”

“All the time in the world,” Rangi smiled back, letting herself be happy that Kyoshi’s spirits were up off the ground. Even if it was only by an inch.

Kyoshi shook her head. “Maybe for us, but not for others.” 

She leaned down and started looking at the piles. Crop desolations, raids from outlaws, angry spirits threatening a village, assassinations were happening left and right.

Kyoshi picked up the letter about assassinations and showed it to Rangi with one hand, and grabbed a map with the other.

Rangi frowned at it. “Well this would explain where those rumors started…..”

“Which ones?” Kyoshi snorted. She had so many. Most were completely fabricated about her. Others were completely misinformed. Maybe one percent held the truth, but no one was interested in the story behind the truth. She didn’t care and it didn’t matter. Her job was to fix things, not worry about her public image. 

Kyoshi started poking the map with different colored pins. She went into her desk and started grabbing for colored string. Once secured, she began looping it around the pins that matched the same color.

“What are you looking at?” Rangi asked, trying to read Kyoshi’s intent through her actions. “Common theme? Looking for connections?”

“Yes, something like that.” Once she finished the last loop she started pointing to the various colors. “That represents all the spiritual events that are going down. That is for the assassinations. And those are raids and other criminal activities.” She took a letter opener off the desk, and slammed it down into one part of the map, piercing it and the table it layed on. “That’s where Grandfather is.” She gave Rangi a pointed look.

Here’s Lao Ge. 

Rangi stiffened at her look, then she frowned at the placement. “Good news, he’s on the other side of the map.” She pointed at where the assassinations were congregated. “‘Out of danger.’” 

I don’t think it’s physically possible he committed the murders. Not with that distance. Her eyes told Kyoshi.

Their eyes tore away from each other and flitted them across the room. 

They wondered if they were being spied on. Yangchen had advised her on how people used to get creative in their spy activities back in her day, and Kyoshi couldn’t help but wonder if the same thing was happening to her.

Paranoia was an illness, it twisted the mind. Questioned her reasoning. Nothing could cure it. Her only options were to continue worrying, or have her worst fear realized and have her paranoia be proven right.

Everyday she hoped the latter would never happen. Of all the things she’d want proven right, this was not one of them. 

“I’m afraid for his health,” pulling Rangi’s attention back to her. “He’s not as spry as he used to be. Perhaps we should pay him a visit?” 

We need to check up on him. Verify and corroborate he’s not the one behind this.

“I agree, he’s getting up in age. I’m sure he’s lonely, he doesn’t get many visitors. I’m sure he’d be excited to see us.”

Sounds good to me. We have a lot to catch up on, perhaps he has a lead?

“Then we should get packing and head out as soon as possible.”

“What about all the other problems?” Rangi asked. 

Kyoshi pointed to where the criminal activity was on the map. “We can hit these up on the way to see Grandfather. I’ll need to look at the letters again, and see if the ones pertaining to spirits can also be addressed on the way to see him as well.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “We’ll save addressing the assassinations in person for later. I’ll send word out to see if anyone has replacements in mind and for me to look over their qualifications while we’re in the air. I want to make sure the person is vetted thoroughly before we put them into a position of power.” 

Rangi looked at the map on the desk. “I’ll run to the library and grab some farming material based on the regions the crop desolations are in. If anything, I can at least rule out if spirits are involved with them or not.” 

“Sounds good.”

“Kyoshi, is there anyone else we’re going to take with us?” Rangi looked at her hard, but Kyoshi knew Rangi wasn’t asking because she didn’t know the answer. If anyone was listening, it was for their ears to know Kyoshi’s intent. Perhaps Rangi wanted to archive which people who did or didn’t still ask Kyoshi if she needed someone to join her? 

Of course, they could try to cover their tracks by asking, even if they knew the answer was ‘No.’ Ah, how Kyoshi hated these mind games and schemes. So much like pai sho, and she hated pai sho. 

“No, this is an emergency. Plus, you know Grandfather is wary of new people. It’s best if we go alone.” Just you, me, and the bison. 

Rangi nodded, “Then I’ll go get Byakko ready and packed to go.” She turned and headed out the door.

Kyoshi rushed back to her desk and furiously began writing the letters she needed to send out. 

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A/N: Lord freaking knows I’m going to have to make some changes to this when I get my hands on the book (and see a line that contradicts). But I have contingency plans and the power of lies on my side! (as well as slight vagueness in wording so I can give myself the appropriate amount of “years” to work with later).  I’ll make a note in the author notes with a date indicating if I had to overhaul/update some writing. 

[scamera-writes]

the world looks better through your eyes

I’ve started staring out windows more often. Do you notice the casual biker? Do you notice the walker with their earbuds in? Do you notice the couple holding hands and pressing up to each other?

Sometimes I don’t, you can’t see everything. But when I do I am reminded of all the lives we lead Most of us will never interact with each other I will never know their names.

But I will see them. I will think about them. I will wonder what they plan on eating for dinner tonight I will wonder if they go home and call their mom Or maybe they open the door to a lovers arms

I am reminded that we live. I am reminded that we breathe. I am forever reminded that every day- We are surrounded by the mundane beautiful.

The world is beautiful in the smallest ways

I will enjoy myself until the end of time I will smile with my last breath The light in my eyes won’t leave If I have something to say about it

I don’t know what drives me to this passion Maybe it's the way I can see the stars at night Maybe it's the headlights on the freeway Maybe it’s the foliage around me as I walk Maybe it’s just how it’s supposed to be.

I can see that you see it too And when I hold your hand, When I press against your side, When we laugh like no one is watching, I’m aware of the fact that we are living:

In a world of stars, In a world of beauty, In a world of love.

And I’ve found it with you.

-the world looks better through your eyes (By me)

[v88sy]

WIP Word Game

My word was: CRASH

I was tagged by the wonderful @jamieroyjamieroy, thank you!

I'm just gonna go ahead and give you a good portion of the Buck/Ravi rebound fic I started, because I'm almost certain it's just going to rot in my docs app.

C - "Can I finish my breakfast, at least? It's a really good omelet.”

Buck just offers him a weak smile. He wants to offer something more, maybe an explanation, or even a half formed excuse.

R - Ravi does deserve more than someone who's never really there, just living in the past with all it's haunted corners.

A - As hard as he tries, Buck can’t escape all the hazy memories of Tommy that seem to permeate every inch of the loft. The kitchen space that saw their beginning…and their quiet end. The coat rack by the door that still houses a pair of Tommy's work boots and one of his favorite jackets. It's a miracle most nights that Buck can actually sleep in his own bed, and it wasn't a coincidence that they almost always met up at Ravi’s. Almost.

S - “There’S no need to look guilty, Buck. We're good. Really.” (cheating a little because there was nothing else to use.)

H - He turns, sliding the dirty plate into the sink when he hears the unmistakable sound of the barstool scraping over the floor.

Ravi almost makes it to the front door before turning back to face him.

[sodacowboy]

y’all please look at this ad youtube gave me

[maliro-t]

i'm pretty sure it was some josh sawyer interview i watched ages ago where he said something about knowing that pentiment 'isn't for everyone' and talked about that framing in general since it's such a niche project, and he was like, well yeah, it's not for everyone. neither is call of duty.

and it truly gave me so much peace lol. like ohhhh. yeah. 'objective' media assessment is nothing to me

[goldentigerfestival]

i love him, i love my silly little baby.........

[scolek]

theres this video essay youtube keeps recommending to me like 'starfield is very unimaginative sci fi' and like. yeah friend its a bethesda game. i feel like if you were expecting anything beyond a completely boilerplate experience thats on you?

[hauntingblue]

Oh my god why........ why would someone do this omg.... feminism would have saved them all... lesbianism too...

[midnightwind]

can't sleep so woe more Renn facts be upon ye

part of why she was cast out so young from her Clan as the extra mage is because the other candidate was the Keeper's son (nepotism saves lives)

the Clan's Halla (and horses in general) find the near constant flow and hum of her magic deeply unnerving and shy away from her if they don't straight try to trample her to death

her father made her a stuffed Halla so she'd have a friendly one to play with to try and cheer her up about it

after her father's death, her mother took to isolating her and would lock her in the aravel or tie the tent closed behind her so Renn couldn't follow her out

when she was young, her Clan was forced to ford a rough river and the aravel her mother had locked her in capsized

she almost drowned but the Keeper's son managed to break the wagon open and drag her out

she lost the stuffed Halla to that river

she doesn't like swimming now

while she can swim, she isn't a strong swimmer and dislikes it greatly

one of the few good memories she has from her mother is going berry picking, and she developed a sweet tooth because of it

she also would climb dangerously high up trees before her mother could notice

she still likes to climb stupid high and perch in dangerous places to this day

she makes perfumes and liquid based incense as well as poisons, as a hobby

while she learned magic from the Clan's Keeper, she struggled with most of the common spells and has poor control over all the elements except lightning

she's more self taught with using magic to augment her body in battle, but she lacks enough control to prevent it from degrading her body after heavy use

she learned proper Crow seduction from Teia, Viago just handed her a stack of books and quizzed her about it later

Teia is also the reason why Renn is so openly affectionate with Viago, she was more of a carbon copy of his cold demeanor before the Seventh Talon inserted herself into their lives

she has a soft spot for books and stories about found family and finding love in harrowing times (she tries not to think about the irony in this during the events of the game)

she can cook simple meals and snacks for herself, but pretends to be awful at it so she doesn't have to deal with people thinking she poisoned everything

she actually almost never sleeps in the Meditation Room in the Lighthouse, instead she can be found asleep in the library, dining room, Davrin's balcony, and eventually the Wolf's Room once unlocked

she can fall asleep anywhere almost instantly, but is an extremely light sleeper

because she has a near constant stream of magic cycling through her, she's very sensitive to changes in the air and can use it to sense when someone enters the room with her

this also makes it very easy for her to be overstimulated in crowds and busy places so she mirrors Viago in public by wearing multiple layers to dampen the sensations

she has no desire to take over House de Riva or be a Talon at all, she simply wants to stay at Viago's side to protect him

this is actually a complication for her when she falls for Lucanis

if Viago were to try for the Antivan crown, Renn would abandon the Crows to follow him (and beg Lucanis to wait for everything to shake out)

when she helped Viago claim his seat as Talon, she became known as his Bloody Wolf for how swiftly and brutally she killed his dissenters

she begged him to stop pushing that moniker after Teia showed up, wanting to try and make friends without scaring people away (he agreed only because the House needed to make allies at that point)

her mom used to call her "little pup" and she's only a little frustrated that the wolf petnames keep plaguing her

by the end of Veilguard, Renn's body is so ravaged by her magic she actually can't function as a field agent as much

she's still set on being Viago's bodyguard but she is forced to take a back seat unless he has specific need of her talents

she has a fondness for flowers, especially jasmine which is why it features heavily in her perfume