#she really loves devourer

[wilsons-journey]

There is nothing Wilson loves more than Devourer and she heard a Charr talking about HUGE Devourer. Huge Devourer with crystals!

And Wilson wanted to see them!

But there was one little problem,... these were located in the iron marches. Near the Brand,... and Wilson was afraid of the brand,.... But the curiosity about these fancy, crystal Devourer was bigger than her fear.

Sadly her friend Fuma wasn’t around to accompany her. Luckly Wilson just met this grumpy Charr, that does Stuff for Money.

And Wilson had a lot of money laying around. So she apporached the gloomy Charr, who was just taking a break.

“Hello Mister!”, she greeted him cheerful.

All she got was a confused and slightly annoyed look. But Wilson wasn’t Wilson if that would irritate her. So she continued still cheerfully.

“Would you accompany me to the iron marches? I want to see the big Devourer there. But I need someone to protect me, because the brand is very scary,... well and dangerous, too. You know?!  And,... and I heard you do this, don’t you? I also got money! So???”

She looked at Valefor expectantly.

The old Charr just huffed. 

A long, silent moment later he finally agreed. It was easy money and he needed something to do. So why shouldn’t he take this contract?

[zerguette]

@cosmicdenro -politely hands you art- here, a Righty

But also

:D (I love i did draw them correctly,,,)

[rottengurlz]

lover, don't touch me // leave, i am a danger to you // but ooh, i hunger for you

[angelmush]

tis the season !

[possamble]

Ohh okay it's just a theory. Thank god. The thought of "him dying prompted the continent to lift" straight up didn't even occur to me. I 100% assumed the implication was that it started happening as soon as the dungeon was destroyed, it just took a few days to reach the surface (and a few days more after that to fully re-emerge, as is stated in canon)

[evillillad]

SURPRISE!! Silvie with some pumpkin bread to celebrate the spooky season!!!

visitors beware

[sharkneto]

what did you like about saltburn! and would you recommend it?

Ooh, I feel like my enjoyment of Saltburn was three-pronged: 1 and most importantly) Barry Keoghan being a weird little guy, 2) Pretty, 3) tight writing and left me thinking about it. It was just a genuinely good movie, it had been a while since I'd watched a movie that just felt like Art when I was done with it.

I absolutely do recommend it, with a little caveat. It's got some Weird Shit in it, so if you're a person who needs a heads up on the weird shit, I'd do a quick google for that and go from there. I went in completely blind and had a fantastic time with that. It's a horny black comedy and psychological thriller with tight writing, great cinematography, and attention to detail. 10/10 film in my books.

[theotherrichardpapen]

letter to his father - franz kafka // origin story, sink - desiree dallagiacomo // the autobiography of my mother - jamaica kincaid // caged: memoirs of a cage-fighting poet - cameron conaway

[moonstalk]

when i made my post about if elena was a killer, i forgot that dbd exists as a multiverse, meaning there would be a version of elena as a killer, just like there would exist multiple versions of her as a survivor. the observer has already stated that there are killer versions of survivors and survivor versions of killers, if not countless across the realm, because the entity can develop a fondness for how their souls taste, so it's interesting to think about the implications isn't it.

[bluberimufim]

I want to sleep

Heyyyyyy I got bored so here's another snippet from "Devourer of Souls". This one was also in the poll (ages ago) - it's the "Asha character exploration" one!

taglist: @little-mouse-gardens, @wildswrites

trigger warnings: kind of suicidal ideation-adjacent, but in a way a very old immortal would be longing for their suffering to end

“You know, I told you you had talent for the frontlines.” “Asha…” The Master Healer Lady pointed a finger in her direction, telling her to shut up. Her other hand held a half-emptied glass of wine, a leftover from dinner. “I told you the Goddess of Time would want you by her side.” Asha looked to the open window, which let in the cool night breeze. Seth sat behind her desk, in the office lit only by a weak old lamp. It must have already been in the building when they’d set up the hospital. “The Goddess of Time has no interest in me.” “Your magic is fascinating!” Asha exclaimed, throwing herself into a chair across from Seth. “I spent the whole afternoon looking at records I have of past healers and I found nothing like it. How do you do it? Seth shrugged. She didn’t like talking about it. “I don’t know. I was never able to heal people the correct way.” She decided to leave the explanation at that. Her thoughts on her own soul and its incompatibility with the rest of the world were for Theo’s ears only. “Mmmmm. I see.” Asha fell silent, fidgeting with her hands, which she’d laid on her chest. She drank the rest of her wineglass and set it down on the table, right beside the bottle. Seth’s own glass remained almost untouched. “You’re dying, aren’t you?” Seth asked. She said it as if it was simply a fact. Something obvious, and not a question with such weight. Asha nodded. A light smile spread across her face. “You’ve noticed too?” “I can see it.” “I think Dora knows as well.” “I can… heal you. If you like.” Asha spread her arms over the table. Her face was near where Seth’s hands lay. She could say that she’d talked to Asha many times, but never like this. Because the person she’d been with hadn’t really been Asha: it was the Master Healer Lady of the eastern hospital. Only in that dimly lit office, for the first time, did she truly see her. “Let it be.” “It’s nothing to me. I don’t even have to use my own soul.” “No. I feel like I’m reaching my limit. I prefer to leave things as they are.” “But…” “Dora has already told you her plans for when I die, right?” Seth let herself sink into the chair, with a sigh. “Yes.” “Then you know how we’re both tired. You know she’s the last thing keeping me here. I give her my soul because it’s what I want to do. It’s how I choose to show her my love and devotion.” Asha paused and straightened her spine. She placed her chin into her hand, looking at her distorted reflection on the wine bottle’s surface, with a melancholic expression on her face. “You’re the only person I knew that’s still alive, you know? All the other healers I met over the years. All the friends I made. A few girlfriends as well. All dead.” She sighed. “You know… for the standards of a normal person, I’m not even that old. But I can’t help but think that the Goddess of Time has cursed me with a horribly long life. It’s very lonely, living like this." Seth couldn’t reply. “The only people I know now are these healers,” Asha continued. “They’re all younger than me and I know that they’re all going to die. And, if they don’t die, they’ll suffer the same fate as me. The only people I can talk to are you three." She pushed her chair away, its leg catching on the soft carpet, and went to the window. “I love Dora. At least like this, I can dedicate the rest of my life to her and, when it’s over, we’ll head together into death. We’re both so, so tired of prolonging the inevitable. I want to sleep."

Cannot believe Asha was a throwaway character I made up for the prologue. Look where she ended up. Wtf.

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinks about child-but-growing-fast amara and lucifer in the same room and gets ill.

[know-the-way]

I just really appreciate that Essie Davis’ philosophy on kissing is “tongue first, everything else second.” :)

… Girl, same. Good for you.

[disillusionedjudge]

{Hero Archetypes: The More... something version}

The Fallen Hero You are the Fallen Hero, a tragic embodiment of betrayal, vengeance, or perhaps a heart-wrenching love story turned awry. Whether exposed to corrupting influences, manipulated by deal-makers, brainwashed, extorted, blackmailed, or witnessing the destruction of sacred bonds, your descent into darkness is marked by profound sorrow and loss. You might have turned for the sake of greed. Yet within, a lingering spark of hope remains, compelling you to reluctantly extend assistance to the newcomers. Motivated by the sincere desire to shield them from the same tragic fate you endured, you find yourself driven to guide and protect, despite the shadows of your own past.

tagged by: @tarnishedxknight tagging: anyone!!

[illithilit]

Here we see the humanoid form of Malheirirra the Master, an ancient black dragoness that created and lead the lauth ( the dragon equivalent of a monastery, albeit still slightly to the left ) that trained Yzare into what she is. The lauth itself only consisted of herself, a fang dragon by the name of Gholix, and eventually Yzare. Malheirirra was Yzare's mentor, her 'mother,' and her first victim -- followed shortly by Gholix.

While a particularly cruel individual, the fact that she's Yzare's first real guiding hand is why she's chosen to be Yzare's dream guardian. The fact that the dragoness is very, very dead is a fact that escapes memory until well after the Emperor reveals himself.

[woundedheartwithin]

Reading list game

Tagged by @fuckin-nancy to share recent, current, and future reads ❤️ thanks!!!

Recent: I can’t remember which one I read last, but the two most recent ones are Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro and The Martian by Andy Weir

Current: Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. I need to get back to it, actually lol

Future: Billy Summers by Stephen King and Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. I’d also like to reread Jane Eyre! I haven’t read it since college, and I’d like to read it in a less pressured setting lol

Tagging whoever wants to do this! ❤️