#you madmen!

[internet-goblin]

I need to shill a game that's not out yet, but it's from Czechia and as such I am compelled to do my part and let the world know.

SCARLET DEER INN

I know nothing of this game, beyond one teensy tinesy absolutely insane detail.

Take a look at the screenshot from it.

Notice anything? Maybe you'll see it by watching the trailer

That's right! The characters! Are! Embroided!

EMBROIDED! FRAME BY FRAME!

WHAT AN ABSOLUTE LUNACY! I'M HOPELESSLY IN!

Also it's made by a husband and wife who make their own music for the game as well.

Oh yeah! I forgot to put in the Steam link originally. Here!

[tanadrin]

"the lunatic fringe on my opponents' side fundamentally taints their entire movement, which is therefore obviously morally bankrupt and should be ignored. the lunatic fringe on my side is an unrepresentative minority and anybody paying attention to them is a fool/bigot/liar." <- depressingly common pattern. you can't have it both ways!

[bluespring864]

this was the most andy murray match ever. absolute misery for a set and a half, looked down and out, serve betraying them both, somehow starting to find their way in a bit more and breaking back only to get broken again and breaking back again, just about scraping by to take it to a second set tiebreak, suddenly andy's serving great and evo's hitting crazy volleys, then they tank miserably in the deciding tiebreak, have 5 match points against them, save all five and take it on their first. what the hell did i just watch. yes, i know. the full andy murray experience <3

[nevertheless-moving]

Angsty Continuation of this Crack Szeth/Kaladin Time Travel AU:

"Sir, may I speak with you? It's a matter of some importance."

Dalinar looked up sharply, locking eyes with his Captain of the Guard.

Some of the clerks he had been meeting with had bristled, affronted as ever by what many saw as the unreasonably jumped up dark eyes. His intrusion into the room with barely a knock probably hadn't helped their opinion.

Dalinar ignored them for the moment, choosing instead to maintain eye contact. A chill ran down his spine.

Stormfather. When had the Captain started looking so…worn out? The man's gaze had always been strikingly intense, tired shadows kept at bay by a fiery rage. But now… Dalinar had perhaps seen that expression before, in a dying Chasmfiend. Embers of an unfathomably immense blaze, finally burning itself out. The heat it gave off still enough to scorch a man, but dying nevertheless.

He felt a twinge of guilt. Surely… he hadn't done that? Almight knows he asked a lot of the young man, too much perhaps. But storms… no, something must have happened. He had just seen the man, what, yesterday? Perhaps it had been a week since they had spoken more than in passing, but still. A week of overwork didn't burn through a person like that.

The Highprince cleared his throat. "I assume this has something to do with security?"

Captain Kaladin nodded firmly.

"Very well. Zaninel, Sherath, you're dismissed."

They left without a word, and barely a glare. Perhaps they had also caught something in the Captain's expression.

Kaladin closed the door behind him as he entered. He proceeded to the table, then all but collapsed into the chair across from the Highprince.

Dalinar raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

The darkeyed man rubbed a hand across his forehead, palm seeming to linger across the brands there. He started, sitting up.

"Sorry sir," he said hoarsely. "I forgot myself."

He pushed his weight forward as if to stand, but Dalinar waved him back.

"Its alright," he said. "I'm not one to make a soldier stand when hes clearly on his last chip."

The Captain sagged back.

"I apologize for the breach in decorum, I… last night…" He sighed, squaring his shoulder's and seeming to steel himself. "Well, sir, there's been vital matters I've been debating how to best present to your attention, but now one aspect has come to a head. Bridge four had… a visitor to our fire last night, scared the light out of my men. I've been trying to figure out what to do with him all night."

"A visitor?" Dalinar frowned. "This man is a security concern?"

Kaladin barked a humorless laugh. "It would be fair to say that, yes."

Dalinar waited for more of an explanation.

Kaladin sighed heavily. "I'd like to make a request sir."

"A request."

"That you not immediately put this man to death."

"Not…immediately?" Dalinar felt like an idiotic river spren, only able to mimic words/ But for the life of him, he had no idea where this conversation was going.

The captain nodded, drumming his fingers on the table. "I think he's of more value alive than dead, sir. And… I swore to try and help him regain some measure of his sanity. I can't do that if you kill him on sight."

"Kelek's Breath!" Dalinar said with some disbelief. "This madman if yours, he's truly so alarming, that you think I would do such a thing?"

Kaladin nodded, and Dalinar felt dread pool in his stomach.

"Who is this man?" he whispered.

"His name is Szeth."

"Szeth."

"Yes sir."

"That sounds like a Shin name."

"It is sir."

Dalanir stared down at the Captain, uncertain at what point he had stood up.

"Captain Stormblessed," he said with calm he didnt feel. "I can think of only one Shin man that I would desire to kill on sight."

Kaladin winced, then looked up locking those exhausted, burning eyes with his. "Yes."

"The assassin in white is here." Dalinar stated flatly.

"Yes."

The Highprince took a deep breath to steady himself. "The assassin who killed my brother?"

"Yes."

"The assassin who has been killing world leaders, throwing kingdoms into chaos."

"Yes."

Dalinar grabbed the lapels of Kaladin's jacket, towing him up with an enraged growl. He breathed heavily for a moment , attempting to restrain himself as he stared at that tired, dark expression.

"I trusted you," he hissed. "I trusted you with everything I had, everyone I loved, and you've been working with the Assassin in White."

Storms, did he feel tears in his eyes? Surely this betrayal couldn't hurt worse than Sadeas, but the dagger sharp pain in his sternum said otherwise. Had it all been a ruse? The tower, the retreat, Oathbringer…all one large, intricate lie to trick an old fool?

"No." The captain said firmly, meeting his unsaid questions with a steady, inarguable honesty.

"No, your maj — Sir. No, I have not been working with him. No, I had nothing to do with your brothers death — I was a child at the time, and Szeth and I hadn't even met. When we did first meet, I fought him. Then we fought again. I thought I killed him. I… I actually did kill him, from what i understand."

Kaladin Stormblessed's expression went very far away, but his words continued with that discordant lighteyed crispness he had had from that start.

"He was brought back by… a higher power. I'll explain what I can, but honestly, there's a lot a don't understand. He still very disturbed, but he is trying. He's taking another step along the journey, each day. Szeth is only a danger to himself now."

Stormblessed paused, then looked pained anew.

"Well…mostly. He's prepared to serve you, including as a killer. And…he's indicated that he's similarly willing to listen to my commands. He trusts me, sir. It…I realize this puts you in an uncomfortable position."

Dalinar felt his fingers unclench, and he lowered Stormblessed gently to his seat. There was no question in his mind if he could accept the Captain's word on this, he knew as instinctively as ever that this mans could be trusted.

Knew it more now than ever, seeing in those eyes a man who would rather break himself than break his oaths.

The pain of betrayal ebbed away, leaving a mess of emotions and thoughts in their wake.

Dalinar sat back heavily, rattling the maps and folios on the table.

"Storms!" He scrubbed a hand across his face. "You realize how mad this is, right?"

Kaladin laughed humorlessly. "Very much so."

"I —" Dalinar didn't know where to begin. "Where is he right now?"

"My office — my quarters in the Bridge Four Barrack."

"And he's under guard?"

"I have the Lopen and Rock switching off with him, but like I said, hes rather not a threat to anyone right."

"The Lop— wait, isn't Rock your cook's name?"

"Yessir. And you’ve probably seen Lopen before, he's hard to miss —small, loud, Herdassian."

"The one with one arm? You have a cook and a one armed man guarding the most dangerous man alive? Guarding a known shardbarer?" Dalinar found himself standing again, voice close to a shout. He forced himself back down.

Kaladin smiled weakly for some reason. "He gave me his shardblade, actually. As part of his surrender."

Dalinar glanced at Kaladin's hands, as if to find a shardblade he hadn't noticed.

The Captain opened his mouth, but Dalinar raised a hand. "…I'm not going to enjoy your answer on the location of that either, am I."

"Probably not, no."

Stormlight AU Masterlist

[ozzgin]

I'm announcing myself as 🌼 anon (if it's not taken) and I've proposed to you before and you presented with a form to ozz harem ;)

I have no problem with these yan anons because I'd already have some type tracker/s on you you ozz, so that i know where you are always and I'll bring you to the harem as I'm very peace-loving and sharing anon wife. Ofc after they think that they succeeded, I'll rain their parade ^^

I'm also the type to force everyone interact so that no one's feeling left out because why not?

My skills: i do karate (with nunchucks), i cook, i clean, i can serenade you singing love songs, I'm nerd at heart so i promise we will never run out of topic to talk about, etc.

You have my blessing, 🌼anon. Do what you must. Nunchuck them back into law and order.

How it feels like on this blog sometimes

[immortal-in-their-way]

Okay, Holmes and Watson are brilliant smart members of society but I swear, sometimes they show their true state of being; that of having but one braincell between the two of them. Please observe this exchange if you will.

Holmes: Watson, I am quite sure that this powder is poisonous. In fact, the smoke resulting in it having been burned has already killed two people and driven two others mad. However, just to be sure that it is truly deadly we should set fire to it in this room where we are and observe each other to see if we die or not.

Watson: This seems totally reasonable, Holmes. I'm game, let's light the thing up.

Holmes & Watson later, coughing on the grass: OMG!! WE COULD HAVE DIED!!!

[iguessigotta]

awww, thank you @lolmiau0101 ! (is my inbox still being weird? why does that thing hate me...) i agree, the fanbase needs more writers!! come on, people! there's SO MUCH to work with - angst! smut! dark horrors beyond our comprehension, driving us all mad as some half-forgotten god slowly digests us!!!!!!! Cahara x GN reader, no warnings

i'm a firm believer in pansexual & panromantic Cahara, so I don't see gender really factoring into how he feels about a person

his love languages are definitely acts of service and physical touch - and he actually loves clingy people so please glue yourself to his side 24/7 he will revel in it

the dungeons are a difficult and dangerous place to be, so he by no means expects you to be at your best

i think Cahara would actually prefer a partner who's more often in need of some kind of help - probably someone easily frightened or more timid

someone onto whom he could focus his own fear and concern and desperate need to protect (which he also does w/ the girl - he'd die for her - and you - so fast)

every time you shy away from a sudden noise, discreetly tucking your body behind his shoulder, he feels like his heart might burst

you could just as easily hide yourself behind Ragnvaldr, in fact that might be the better of the two options, but you chose him to protect you

you trust him

that's what really does him in

he'd also love someone he could easily fluster - Cahara's a massive and shameless flirt; nothing delights him more than getting a reaction out of someone

if he can get your cheeks to go pink or cause you to bashfully hide your face...all with one well-timed smirk or wink...

it makes him wonder what would happen if he snuck up behind you, crept in close to whisper in your ear....

how would you react?

would you trip over your words, stuttering through your reply?

would you be speechless?

how much could he get away with?

a lighthearted flirtatious comment, sure

a hand at your hip or small of your back while avoiding an unfortunate encounter with one of the many creatures roaming the dungeons, obviously

but how long would his eyes or hands get to linger, how direct could he be about hist flirting before you noticed, eyes widening as your face heats up...

would you lose yourself for a moment, body unconsciously leaning into him, heavy and warm against his own...?

he's lost himself in thought over it quite a bit

often enough that you notice - and if you make a teasing comment about his glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks?

he's unable to respond as his throat dries suddenly. he's sure his heart skips a beat

you might be the death of him-

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[alexandraisyes]

YOU'RE ALL FUCKING INSANE

[syn4k]

actually yeah, fae tr, especially during s2. think about it.

operate on strange rules and dynamics that are incomprehensible to all but themselves

adjacent to the arcane and unnatural from the very start. they approach a natural terror and fucking play around in it

incredibly aggressive for no apparent reason. violence for violence may be the law of beasts but they have shark tooth grins and laugh at things that terrify others so who's to say that any of them are human?

very tightly knit group. they have their banter and their little dogfights and they spill blood and pull the rug from under each others' feet but one almost gets the sense while watching that this is just how they show affection

attempts to enter that group are never really fully successful. sure, they have friends and allies, but even those are kind of on the outskirts of. whatever dynamic they have going on.

unless you're Andor, that is.

some in Dagrun whisper that the fact they accepted him so readily as one of their own is a blessing. most of the town see it as a curse.

lastly, and most importantly, they are inextricably bound to each other. every last one of them. if you fuck with one of them, all of them hit back in vengeance, and the vengeance of the sky people is not something that you want to provoke. because after all,

they say the zombie singlehandedly killed a god he used to be championed by and absorbed all of its power

they say the mercenary has eyes that are a little bit too sharp behind his glasses, a tongue that's a little too rough for a champion of mianite. his actions never quite line up with his words

they say the thaumaturge runs towards things that would destroy her instead of away like she should, embraces them fully, and emerges stronger and more fucked up for it every time

they say the wizard holds enough power in his little finger to turn entire cities inside out without so much as lifting it

and they say when the captain goes quiet, you should run.

[orangechickenpillow]

No but the fact that Astarion is canonically an Edgar Allan Poe fan (or, at the very least, familiar with his work) is sooooooo good. Not only does Poe's work tend to have a dramatic, sorrowful, desperate flare to it that is very on parr with Astarion's own personality and backstory, but he also has a whole fucking story about being buried alive

[faerieorbitars]

whafgt the fuck

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

@somer-writes @wanderlustmagician HEY CAN YALL SLOW IT DOWN SO I CAN CATCH UP PLEASE??? YOU ABSOLUTE BEASTS HOW DO YOU GET OUT SO MANY WORDS A DAY?????? I CANT EVEN READ THIS MANY WORDS A DAY HOW ARE YOU WRITING IT????

Somer you write so much they’re even talking about you on the discord if you haven’t seen XD

[lord-pigeon]

Mohg rolling in his grave at the Mohgwyn Dynasty Palace, more at 11

[charltcnjane]

GUESS WHO'S BACK ... BACK AGAIN !!! charlotte's back tell a friend

[psalmsofpsychosis]

so i talked about Din being so ungodly unpredictable, and after digging a bit deeper beneath the surface of The Mandalorian season1 and 2, i think now i know why.

To the surprise of absolutely noone, Din Djarin is a rogue!! He's a rogue character, that's the foundation of his personality, at any point of his characterization he's designed to stray from structure and to undermine it.

But he's also a knight! and this introduces a very intriguing and fascinating conflict at the heart of his character: the duality of honor, and how he orients himself towards that specific value. He's a knight and a knight is bound by honor and servitude; but in order to save his honor he has to choose what and whom he serves at different points of the narrative, and he has to disobey in order to obide by his honor. A rogue character by definition is the least honoring person, a knight is most honorable. So the heart and the lungs of Din Djarin's characterization is his struggle with servitude and where his values lie, and it's never "this" or "that"; he's constantly switching between rogue and knight in the bat of eyelash, just when you think he's bound to code he abandons mission and when he's supposed to stray he stays and binds himself to a child.

I think introducing him in the position of a king is the most outrageous and hilarious plot twist, because narrative wise, all three archetypes of the Rogue, the Knight and the King have in common the conflict of honor, while the King is most bound to obedience and the Rogue is least concerned with it. So i'm actually quite curious now to know where they'll take season 3 Din Djarin, simply because this is such hefty faceted dynamic and it's quite frankly very ambitious to tackle, we haven't had an archetypal story this intricate in star wars since, well, the original trilogy.