i'm back again (with new material!!!)
expect a new story from me later this morning 👀
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i'm back again (with new material!!!)
expect a new story from me later this morning 👀
this should be a promising read
hi so sorry i didn’t text you back i have “waste all your time contemplating doing the thing without doing the thing” disorder
I was talking to a friend about Witcher (Jaskier/Geraskier) blogs to follow on tumblr, so here are some recs:
a rec?? by one of my fav authors?? i'm not crying i swear
(btw, lots of LOVELY people on this list!! follow all of them, you won't regret it!!)
💛💛💛
party people how are we doing today
being gone for a month was like going at my brain with a scrub daddy I haven’t listened to TAD I haven’t talked about the blorbos I feel THIRSTY
please RESATURATE ME
i am tentatively back and have missed something related to *checks notes* vanilla extract?
hello lovelies, i’m sorry I haven’t been on much in the last couple of weeks.
Madeleine had her baby guys!!!! 🥰
Also:
Madeleine had her baby guys!!!! 🥰
[Scian enters, leading Fjall by a chain around his wrists. They are flanked by two of Eredin's guards.] [Merwyn notices Fjall entering over Avallac'h's shoulder and is immediately uninterested in their conversation.] Merwyn, dismissively, to Avallac'h: Leave us. [Scian leads Fjall and the soldiers up to Merwyn proudly. Merwyn has a soldier bring her Soulreaver. Scian stares at it longingly.] Merwyn, inspecting Soulreaver: Soulreaver. One of father's favorite prizes. Had this been another time, I'd have returned this to you. [Scian is shocked and lunges forward.] Scian: No-- Soldier: Stay there. [Fjall, confused, begins growling.] Merwyn: But these are new days. A bright future lays ahead; regretfully, not for you. [Merwyn flings Soulreaver onto the floor. Scian is held with a sword at her neck by one of the guard.] Merwyn: You're a sellsword and Ghost Tribe. So you see why I can't let you go. [Scian is shaking with rage, a muscle twitching in her jaw.] Scian: You… will honor our agreement. Merwyn, cockily: Honor? Well from the legends that I've read, your Ghost Tribe was honorable above all else. And yet here you are, a betrayer, sellin' out your fellow warriors for a bit of metal! A disgrace to your ancestors. Scian, murderously: I'll skin you alive. Merwyn: Take her to the square. Behead her with the sword she betrayed her friends for! Scian: I'll haunt you for eternity. [Scian is grabbed by the hair and pulled backwards with a sword at her throat. She does not flinch, continuing to stare at Merwyn.] Merwyn: And place her head on the city gates as a warning to malcontents. Scian: May your womb rot, and your name be forgotten. [Scian is turned around by a soldier and led away. Merwyn looks on, bewildered and hollow. She looks at the ground.]
But these are new days. A bright future lays ahead; regretfully, not for you.
Honor?
And yet here you are, a betrayer, sellin' out your fellow warriors for a bit of metal! A disgrace to your ancestors.
[Scian enters, leading Fjall by a chain around his wrists. They are flanked by two of Eredin's guards.] [Merwyn notices Fjall entering over Avallac'h's shoulder and is immediately uninterested in their conversation.] Merwyn, dismissively, to Avallac'h: Leave us. [Scian leads Fjall and the soldiers up to Merwyn proudly. Merwyn has a soldier bring her Soulreaver. Scian stares at it longingly.] Merwyn, inspecting Soulreaver: Soulreaver. One of father's favorite prizes. Had this been another time, I'd have returned this to you. [Scian is shocked and lunges forward.] Scian: No-- Soldier: Stay there. [Fjall, confused, begins growling.] Merwyn: But these are new days. A bright future lays ahead; regretfully, not for you. [Merwyn flings Soulreaver onto the floor. Scian is held with a sword at her neck by one of the guard.] Merwyn: You're a sellsword and Ghost Tribe. So you see why I can't let you go. [Scian is shaking with rage, a muscle twitching in her jaw.] Scian: You… will honor our agreement. Merwyn, cockily: Honor? Well from the legends that I've read, your Ghost Tribe was honorable above all else. And yet here you are, a betrayer, sellin' out your fellow warriors for a bit of metal! A disgrace to your ancestors. Scian, murderously: I'll skin you alive. Merwyn: Take her to the square. Behead her with the sword she betrayed her friends for! Scian: I'll haunt you for eternity. [Scian is grabbed by the hair and pulled backwards with a sword at her throat. She does not flinch, continuing to stare at Merwyn.] Merwyn: And place her head on the city gates as a warning to malcontents. Scian: May your womb rot, and your name be forgotten. [Scian is turned around by a soldier and led away. Merwyn looks on, bewildered and hollow. She looks at the ground.]
Meldof: It's torture. You lot aren't made for taking this much pain. [Meldof passes Callan her pipe.] Callan: Elves can take a lot more than a dwarf can. That's a well-known fact. Meldof: Ah! Fact. Eleven fact. [She stares pointedly at Callan. He hears her meaning, glances over at her.] Meldof: We've been taking punishment from the likes of you for generations. Suffering and pain you'll never understand. [Callan nods, dismissively, seemingly uncomfortable with the conversation.] Callan: Yeah, but... you know, it was a long time ago, you know. It--It wasn't-- Meldof: Wasn't you? [They sit for a beat in silence. Callan has nothing to say.] Meldof: Your world is built on our bones. [Callan nods again, seemingly accepting that he will not understand.] Meldof: Know why I call those monoliths cock towers? Because our ancients buried them to bring fertile bounty to the land. They're sacred. And, yet again, elves defile them. No wonder famine's rife. Callan: Look, you know, you won't find me denyin' it. [Callan passes the pipe back.]
you know, the sword lady ad is kind of comforting to me at this point. it's a consistent fixture in my life. i know that when i come on tumblr every day, she will be there. holding her sword, abacus in the background, encouraging me to abandon ao3 for the great unknown.
HEY FOLKS HOW ARE WE THIS FINE FRIDAY
y’all I just went skiing and had the cutest lil British ski instructor named Harry and it is inspiring ~*~fic ideas~*~
alright everyone i’d like to formally apologize now for any potato posts over the next few days
i am traveling to ~*~vancouver~*~ and will be without my usual setup until saturday night
(if any of you have recs please let me know!!! <3)
tumblr that’s not my icon you’re drunk sweetie