@elviriel / elviriel.tumblr.com
The wild thing about being obsessed with your own DnD campaign is that there's absolutely NO fandom content for it except the stuff that you make
Like, what do you mean only six other people in the entire world have heard of Dave the Ice Elemental whose job is Freezer at the Fantasy Starbucks?
Been in denial for weeks but the brainrot can no longer be contained.
Summary:
A high-seas honeymoon. Two adversaries, bound by matrimony. A future full of peril and possibility. And a word that neither enjoys adding to their lexicon: Compromise.
War was simpler businessβ¦
Part of the βForward But Never Forget/XOXOβ AU. Can be read as a standalone series.
Thank you for the graphicsΒ @lipsticksandmolotovs<3
Snippet:
She falls.
The waves, rocking in slow seismic combers, seem so soft. But her body hit them like a fist through glass. The impact shatters the air from Mel's lungs. Her scream is a muffled burst of bubbles.
Pitch blackness engulfs every sense.
Mel thrashes, blinded.Β A tide of gooseflesh rolls up her body. The chill is bone-deep. It is not a cold of the ocean, but the deep space between galaxies. The abyssal darkness where no light can penetrate.Β
Where she, the fallen sun, is drowning.
Mel screams again. But her mouth is filled with saltwater. There is no sound. Only an edgeless terror. It transforms her body into a riptide of its own undoing. Mel struggles, arms and legs windmilling. Her hair, her crowning glory, is an anvil dragging her down. Her gown is a leaden shroud. Her boots encumber her ankles. Every ounce of her bodyweight, doubled, tripled, quadrupled, sucks her into the depths.
Panic sets in. Her girlhood lessons are scrubbed from memory. She is a strong swimmer. But the last time she'd set foot in the sea, a pair of powerful arms had cradled her. Her father had taught her how to float, and tread water, and kick until she'd smoothly breached the surface.
My little minnow, he'd praised her. Just hold on, and keep your chin up.
I'll make sure you're safe.
But Aziz is gone. Mel has no anchor. The blackness is all around her. There is no horizon. No sense of up, or down. Only the sea, an ice-studded maw that has her in its teeth, and won't let go.
It will eat her alive.
Mother.
The thought-fragment passes through her.Β
Where are you, Mother?
Ambessa's apparition is gone. The woman was never there. Same way the little girl had never been real. Because the Void can't give. It can only reveal.
And it has.
"if you see someone shoplifting, no you didn't" no but like. i really didn't. i have never in my life seen someone shoplifting because i'm not watching anyone else in the grocery store..? how are y'all noticing things like that. my only goals are enter the store, survive, exit the store
Cooper's nicknames for Lucy
Six of Crows: A Comic Adaptation
Part 1, Chapter 3
Pages 23β24
i hate when ppl act like the only reason to not like a "sad" ending is because you can't take it or whatever. personally as a tragedy enjoyer, i hate a poorly written ending. i hate an ending that is just kind of a bummer. i hate an ending that feels mean-spirited to the audience. i hate an ending that's redundant. i love a sad ending that is thematically consistent, poignant, and bespoke to the rest of its narrative.
free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it
free my girl she has the same character traits as a male character but is getting deemed a bitch for them
free my girl she acted irrationally in a situation where it was impossible to act rationally and is now being hated for it
It was written by my friend.
SHΕGUN (2024) Chapter Ten: A Dream of a Dream
I seriously can't be the only one seeing the chemistry between Mariko and Toranaga. I don't even try to actively seek it at first, but then there's this constant theme of Mariko being the only one capable of keeping up quick with Toranaga's mind, and he even acknowledged it. It's her greatest trait, she saw through it and joined the masquerade to fit her own purpose. Idk there's just lots of acts and moments between them that got me like HMMM? about them, even when I try to view it differently.
this while she's blair witching in the corner and he's straightening up and leaning back into the light okayyyyyy
Who's your daddy now?
based on this fic / artwork by clauduranart on twitter / original post here
