#thread 20

[toa-masquerade]

You are drawn to social situations like a bee to a flower.

You hover around the room, flitting from person to person, alighting where you wish. Small conversations, little exchanges of words, a smile that permeates your tone where your face is obscured. You are happy, alight, thriving. Your heels click on the floor in an all-too-satisfying way, and they lead you to a mask that piques your interest.

"May I have this dance?"

You bow, one hand behind your back, and extend a hand.

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[elfdyke]

its genuinely fascinating that some people want to pretend like theres not a problem in fandom/media of a massive preference for male characters. like objectively its not good, thats why theres been such a push for well written fully realized female characters in media nowadays, i mean you look back the amount of shows/movies with (almost) entirely male casts is kind of stunning. a single token female character whos idk killed for the male protags story. representation matters, just bc its just "women" doesnt mean writing stories about women doesnt matter.

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

me and my mate eli invented a cheesy high school sports movie au on twitter where kipperilly multiclasses into barbarian in freshman year and gets an outlet for her rage and then joins the bloodrush team with mary ann and has an epic sports rivalry with fabian and gorgug.

this is from when their bickering escalates into an actual fistfight on the field and they lose a Big Game and gorthalax forces them to do chores to Bond. and then later a monster attacks them to make sure they bond

[fangsanddaggers]

Hearing just his name whispered almost reverently in that delicate voice both had the elf feeling as if he were floating, yet his heart shattering. Was this truly so strange for her? Was he always so drawn to the frayed and the broken?

To those akin to himself?

When finally those eyes befell his work, he watched them burn, was she about to cry? The swell of her voice warned him she might, though it... Warmed him, to know his labor of love could light a spark within another.

"Please. I need not words nor anything in return. A gift is given without expectations. Though, if it eases your mind, your laugh and smile is all the payment I could ever ask for." Pale lips curled, a soft look, one a father might reflect to his daughter he was proud of and adored.

Since when was he so eager to adopt lost souls? He'll blame Roberto's infectious fathering of the young around him. It was simply that... A piece of him was desperate to protect, to care for her. He didn't understand her world, her life, but he feared there was some sort of... Demand of her. A brutal expectation.

Perhaps it was his jaded view of religion, of gods who abandoned him in his time of need. Or perhaps the isolated way she always seemed to be, sweet and loving yet only to others.

He was projecting again, he's sure his therapist would scold him and say. He couldn't help it, an innocence before him, a lamb for slaughter should she step wrong, it's what he saw.

And the news...

"I only hope you enjoy your dresses that were made with the intent to shine under your natural beauty, for they are not needed to make you stunning. Simply add." He bows his head to hide the now building mind, working to school his features all over again.

When had it become such a chore to keep his pain from the sight of others?

"But, if you have the time. I'd gladly share in a pot of tea whilst you try them on. if there's any adjustments you'd like I can make them here. I am confident I sized you up well upon our last meeting. took notes when we parted ways to ensure I could surprise you." Finally he met her gaze again, all signs of his struggles hidden behind a light smile, eyes slipping shut from the act. "I hope you've been taking care of yourself, Madame."

⋆˙⟡ Of course her eyes flickered right towards the bandages. Though there were many thoughts that came into her mind all at once, causing it to nearly be blocked out. Well, almost.

Curiosity. The box was just so mysterious. Filled with what she could only have left up to her imagination. However, he did alleviate that mystery in a short time.

Confusion. He made dresses... just for her? She had agreed to be a model for him, of course. She had never participated in such things before. It seemed to her such a wonderful adventure. But she never expected him ... to gift anything to her.

Confliction. Her instincts said 'No.' She could never accept something so lavish as gifts. All of the gifts she received were donated to the church. But he made them for her. The joy of receiving things bloomed deeply within her, as much as the sorrow for what he may have suffered to give her things she did not deserve.

" Astarion ... " she breathed quietly, simply trying to put her racing thoughts together into something she could speak upon. But she found her tongue weighed heavier than she could lift.

Instead with a delicate touch, she reached for the box opening it slowly, carefully, to reveal the craftsmanship inside. And indeed... they were beautiful things. All three of them had care and skill woven with every stitch, every cut of the fabric.

" I... " she stammered, swallowing the rock in her throat. " I'm sorry. " a light laughed exhaling through her lips. " I am... unaccustomed to ... gifts... I- I don't know ... " what to say.

[blessyouhawkeye]

i truly fucking cannot get over the image of brennan lee mulligan using the dozens of small screens surrounding him and his friends while they play dnd to play the video of him five years ago saying something integral to the campaign that they all completely missed. just the shit eating grin on his face surrounded by his own handiwork.

[danwhobrowses]

Goodness this is like the third episode in a row begetting discourse among the cr fandom. For me this discourse has two perspectives where the division depends on whose perspective you're looking at;

For the armies it was 'We've been sent by the gods and are here to help you stop Predathos as we pla-wait, you're a vessel of Predathos? Isn't that just like Ludinus planned??' which yeah is valid from their perspective

For the Hells it was 'We just came out of 4 back-to-back battles with Ludinus and Predathos itself, we have a solution to save the gods but change the dynamic but we want to discuss it privately with the gods first and now you're trying to kill us!?' which is also valid

What puts me more on BH's side is that we have the context; BH are allowed to be terse when people try to kill them and fail, least of all allies who don't ask for an explanation before asking their god to come down and smite them. They're not villains because they snarked at the person who attempted to sic their god on them, and it's not as if Imogen sic'd Predathos on them in retaliation. Once again they are met with the thankless job and burden that they neither wanted or asked for, but was thrust upon them anyway. With all the times Bells Hells have been criticized for being aimless and indecisive it seems a little strange to criticize them now for being focused and decisive.

Could they have explained from the start? Maybe. Would it have caused a different reaction the moment they said Predathos is in Imogen? Probably not. I can't tell you why they didn't come out of the Cage and immediately explain because I'm not the players; perhaps they wanted to avoid the hysteria and conflict, perhaps they were drained from the fight and wanted to wrap up the episode, or perhaps it was just down to Bell's Hells, as with all CR campaign parties, being infamously bad at communicating, I don't know.

But it's times like these where it's worth reminding that this is a DnD show, nerdy-ass voice actors having fun, it can't always be clean and clear-cut storytelling every second. And sometimes as a fandom we need to take a step back so we don't get ourselves stuck, because we're probably making it deeper than it is and getting annoyed at each other over our interpretation of two groups from the same side getting annoyed at each other. Just, take a breath.

[a-candle-for-sherlock]

If you love old photographs this Threads account is fabulous.

[angelictragedy]

Nai doesn't like making his brother feel pain, but it was a valid thought. For Vash to care enough to run to a problem is unheard of in their long lives. At least, mostly. He knew his brother wasn't a conflict person, even when he'd stopped him killing himself twice.

It wasn't a conflict then, just an act of care... That turned into conflict because he wasn't ready himself to face the horrors he'd witnessed or done.

The Plant shifts to rest a hand on Gato's head, silencing her insistent nudging, distracting himself from that growing horror on his brother's face. But hands gripped his shoulders, forcing him to face the other, he looked tired still, like this was turning into a talk he didn't want to have. The sight of the feathers told him all he needed to know about his brother's state of mind;

He was freaking out.

There wasn't many changes on him, bar a few feathers that refused to leave on his throat and the way black leeched into his skin from his hair behind his ear.

"A last run would mean I died, Vash. It's why it's called a last run." It's said calmly, though there's an edge of guilt and shame to his eyes as they trailed down and away, looking back at Gato.

"I know you know our Nicholas is here. I met him at the tower and... Was a little unhinged when he became aggressive. He took the blade from me and when I asked him what he wanted from me... He freaked out and tried to kill himself with my weapon." He tries to hide, but the hands stop him.

"I panicked. I didn't want him to die, so I... I healed him. From the brink of death I healed him, then cried on his chest like a pathetic animal. And I'd do it again, no matter it's effects on me." He wanted to be upset at Nicholas for putting him in that mess, but he was the idiot who gave a clearly mentally unstable man a weapon.

A mental instability he caused.

"I won't let him die because I asked the wrong question."

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Knives was drumming his fingers on the doorway. Somehow, it all made Vash feel more like the younger of the two of them than ever before. He couldn't quite meet Knives' gaze.

"…He just said that I should probably come and see you…"

He cringed as Knives rephrased it all, his shoulders rising and head ducking low. He looked away again. He really was bad at facing things. He always had been... He didn't like conflict. Avoiding it had always been his stronger skill - even if it was by running and dodging bullets.

"I... Look, Knives, I'm..."

Finally he lifted his eyes.

Vash was somewhat taken aback when he finally, actually, looked at his brother. He looked pale. Sick. Eyes flickered down to the dog and his brother's buckled knee. He had half a mind to reach out and help Knives stand upright but his hands wouldn't seem to move from his sides.

Then Vash noticed it. He couldn't see a single strand of blonde on his brother's head.

A hand reached out tentatively, resting on one of Knives' arms as if to support him. He could if he needed to. Then the other hand came over. Vash gripped his brother by the arms. Feathers crept out slowly, twisting their way forth from his coat at the arms. They flecked one of his cheeks - An anxious response.

Blue eyes were fixated on his face now. On his temple where the blonde should have been (like where it still was for him). "You - what happened? You had a Last Run?"

The image of an apple tree flickered in Vash's head and his rip tightened slightly as he now scanned his brother for any other changes with rapid little glances.

[onaperduamedee]

Random thought the other day was about Nynaeve and the way her arc is completely different from the other young characters because her arc is one of reinvention.

Her path was already set, but the Wheel threw her a curveball and prompted her to ask more out of her life. She had a community, a job, a life set up in the Two Rivers but Moiraine stepped into her cave and suddenly Nyn had a quarter of life crisis. She didn't have to uproot her life to follow her friends, on the road, in the Tower, but she did, aware that this new start would completely shatter her life.

When you think about it, her story is the equivalent of going back to college, well after finishing college, to take up an entirely new studying path, only to keep an eye on her friends. Of course, it's not only that and there's a great deal of self-repression in her rage against Moiraine.

In some ways, Moiraine crystallized a lot of what she's afraid to want, because this isn't the path she herself chose. But following her friends was her choice, and her friends chose not to follow the life Nyn had picked as hers. To an extent she feels they are rejecting her by not following her path.

It is growing pains, even more than for the rest of the EF because this was supposed to be it. She was supposed to be done with the growing. She was supposed to be the mentor, the wisdom, the adult. Except she's not. She refuses to mourn the life she thought she had and rages again that new path calling to her. Although at that point it is the only way forward, and in a direction she doesn't want to go in because she doesn't recognise herself in the woman standing at the other end.

Yet, there are so many breathtaking views on that path: her friends, Lan, the promise of more knowledge, more understanding.

It's a terrible, infuriating, intolerable feeling to be seized with the realization that the choices she made in building herself don't fit her desires anymore, and that in order to find a life that fits she will have to cut parts of herself and regrow and let grief in for the girl she leaves behind.

Nynaeve is an incredible character and I'm excited to see what's in store for her in s3. She's a very adult relatable mess and we need more grown messy women in fiction.

[hamable]

It’s really interesting to me how elusive Kipperlily Copperkettle has been throughout what is now the first half of the season.

She’s the closest thing we have to an identifiable Big Bad. She gets established in episode 3 to be constantly vigilant, capable of eavesdropping on anything and everything.

And then she’s physically MIA (iirc) for seven episodes, barring her scene with the food trucks at the start of episode 7. I think she’s said to be present at the assembly this most recent episode (ep 10) but she doesn’t appear to be an active participant in anything. That inaction is eating away at me… bc I know she’s doing something.

Talk about haunting a narrative… I’m constantly aware of her nonexistence. I’m paranoid. With every episode that we don’t hear from or interact with KLCK, she grows more terrifying to me. Brennan made sure to establish right away that she could be listening at literally any point. Riz tried to keep that at the forefront of his mind initially, but even he let that idea fall to the wayside as stress built up and time passed.

I think we’ve settled into a false sense of security in this respect. I think that at any point Brennan can and will drop a KLCK bomb on us and oh boy it’s gonna be deliciously messy.

[justletmeon12]

"I feel like I have a raging fever right now. I feel like I have the worst flu of my life."

We all do, Brennan. That's the vibe.

[starswallowingsea]

so i did end up making his silly little doily. it's not terribly difficult but i'll put what i did under the cut

chain 4, slst into first chain to create a circle

chain 3/chainless dc/stacked sc (your choice, i do chainless dc personally i think it looks best) in the ring. 11 more dc in the ring. slst into 3rd chain/first stitch

chain 1, sc in the same stitch, ch3, sc in next stitch around, slst into first sc

slst to the middle of the next space, ch1 and sc in the space. ch4 and sc into the next space all the way around

continue to repeat the previous rounds adding one chain to each space until you reach 8 chains (slst to the middle of the space, ch1 and sc in the space, chain x, sc in the next stitch around, slst into first sc)

slst one into the next space, ch3/chainless dc/stacked sc to begin the first petal, 7 more dc in the space, slst into next sc, 8dc in next space, slst into next sc around. slst into the final sc from the previous round and tie off.

[mmxxviii]

new fantasy high crochet! finished it up while watching tonight’s episode :)

figayda phoenix feather earring keychain

(boggy the froggy crochet keychain)

[cometconnector]

do you guys like my new pfp

hii werewolf tommy kinard.. welcome to my brain..

[souvenir116]

Hiii! Do you know of a master list of all the lestappen moments? Or a list of races to watch specifically for them?

I think having every lestappen moment would be a bit too much for anyone to work on it, if its not a combined work by multiple people, but @scuderiafemboy made a really nice thread last summer consisting of important moments, which is so helpful and sweet if anyone wants to know more about lestappen lore. @pretzelgotze also makes really nice summaries of each gp weekend, so I would advise it too ❤️