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reylogirlie · 8 months
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Because I will never shut up about this scene:
Ben loved Rey more than he feared Snoke.
That’s it, that’s the post.
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bevirspnsblmnt · 6 months
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If Khael had helped Astarion ascend would he have stayed with him? Would he have agreed to becoming his first spawn?
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he would let astarion make him way worse than just his first spawn >:3c (ascended astarion and consort-turned-guard-dog khael are dear to my heart, I do think about them sometimes. khael is completely and utterly under astarion's command, he retains a little bit of agency just untill the absolute is defeated and then he would give it up completely. he lives for his sire's praise and to make sure no one ever gets close to him. astarion is caring and sweet with him (all fake and manipulative, of course) and likes to parade him around both as a warning and as a power trip. I think they would be very deadly and ruthless together and that that would be eventually their demise - I can see jaheira/the harpers/wyll needing to hunt them down and put an end to their reign of terror and blood)
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harrenhalyuri · 6 days
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Marazhai Aezyrraesh and the Rogue Trader X William Bouguereau -Dante and Virgil (1850)
"We are spared such weaknesses. We see deeper - and in that depth, there is only mastery and submission." "The painting depicts a scene from Dante's Divine Comedy, which narrates a journey through Hell by Dante and his guide Virgil. In the scene, the author and his guide are looking on as two damned souls are entwined in eternal combat." (x)
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blighted-lights · 1 month
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do you ship ravage and drift? you draw them a lot and they're always so touchy lol
nah. they're really touchy amicas, tho. probably because im always touchy with my friends and it just kinda rubs off on my art. ravage is my Me character so i do end up giving him traits i have. one of those is being touchy with people he cares about 🤷‍♂️. he's especially touchy with drift as when they were grouped together in the dead end (which is where they met in my brain), ravage spent a lot of hours curled up in drift's car alt with laserbeak and buzzsaw for shelter. that touchy aspect never really left their dynamic.
and besides,
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drift/deadlock's candle has always been lit for someone else.
(plus an extra doodle of them)
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oflights · 10 months
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i know i just recced a hanahaki fic that i really did love. and i always enjoy the tension of "who is that other guy you're in love with, because if it was me you wouldn't be sick" followed by the happy ending "it's you!" revelation like that's great but like. what if there is another guy! what if the angst is that there is legitimately unrequited love happening, and it's awful and painful and the cure isn't possible, and the tragedy truly is "you love this other person and it's not me and we can't fix it"
and maybe they can?? maybe the cure becomes not about fixing the lack of reciprocity of that first love but falling in love again, with someone else who actually loves them back; opening up to being loved even when it seems hopeless. and then the flowers are just like a sleepy little plant that's mostly calm, watered by a new love.
i kind of adore the thought of your love for someone being something you carry, something that still hurts sometimes, something that would kill you if it could take over you again, but it's held in check because there's someone else, and it's requited!! wouldn't that be sweet. the heart is a universe but also a garden, and you can grow and tend different kinds of flowers.
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HALADRIEL WEEK: MISSING SCENES OR WHAT IFS
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WE ARE (ao3)
He didn’t believe her, not when she told him that something greater than destiny brought them together. Or if he did, it was that she was his curse—a bane sent by Eru himself in punishment for his corrupt deeds. He was as interested in submitting to this so-called fate as he was in stretching his neck for the Valar. And yet, he still let her lead him by the noose toward the gallows. For surely, surely this tenuous ruse would fall apart once they reached the Southlands.
It didn’t. He didn’t use the black speech to wrest the orcs back under his control. He didn’t exact revenge against the traitor who called himself Father. Instead he stood with Men and Elves against the very abominations he helped create. Because she was—is—a beacon, brilliant in silver armor and flaxen braids, calling him out from the darkness.
“I felt it too.”
Her confession is hardly more than a whisper hours later, but it quakes the foundation of everything he’s thought to be true. Could the One have given him this mercy—that through her, he can have the atonement he both craves and fears? Not a curse, but a gift. Does he dare hope?
He holds her gaze, air thick in his chest. “I see it now,” he says. “We are…” Words fail him again. They feel too thin, too flat.
She dips her chin in a bare nod. “We are,” she agrees in a quavering voice.
A part of him wants to laugh at her sudden meekness. Since the moment he pulled the spirited elf from the sea, she has been a wellspring of implacable conviction, and now she shows the first blush of hesitation? But then the weight of what lies between them is no small thing.
And he wants it? Yes, he wants this. He wants her. Eru grant him this desire, and he will gladly bow to her whims. Allow her to mold him, burn away the impurities within until he gleams as she does. They will be Laurelin and Telperion, casting out the shadows of Middle Earth.
He reaches a tentative hand toward her. She inhales but does not retreat when he caresses a lock of hair behind her ear. Her fingers curl around his, and she leans softly against his palm. However, a fine thread of apprehension is woven in her gaze.
With his other hand, he cups her jaw, draws her to him until their foreheads are pressed together. “We are, Galadriel,” he murmurs, willing her to understand. Willing her to embrace what they could be—what they will be.
He brushes his lips against hers, swallows her quiet gasp, and pulls her closer to him. It’s a promise, this gentle kiss. A covenant.
“Halbrand,” she breathes when they break apart.
Yes, he is Halbrand. The lost Southlander king—and whatever else she may require of him. So long as he can have her at his side.
Sauron will live no more.
~FIN~
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phantomram-b00 · 8 months
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It been on my mind and I can’t explain why, but I have a headcanon where Aziraphale and Crowley are hanging out in the bookshop as they drink wine and banter like all days during a rainstorm. That is until Aziraphale sheepishly asked Crowley if they could slow dance, why? Perhaps because he was curious what make this dance intimate or an excuse to dance with Crowley? Or maybe even relive his hopeless romantic dream that was conjured by all the book from Jane Austen? Regardless it got Crowley intrigued of this sudden want to dance as Angels don’t usually dance, well at least not most anyway if Aziraphale asking to dance.
So, Aziraphale puts on music to maybe set the mood for the slow dance as he blushes red as well as his heart skipping beats. But he look at Crowley as they get into position as the songs play beautifully to fit the dance; the dance was a tad awkward as Aziraphale never did such a dance which could ensue chuckles and casual banter until Crowley helps him get the dance right as once thing went smoothly is when Crowley place his head against Aziraphale’s forehead as he hold on to him close, maybe to not let this moment go? Whatever reason it caused Aziraphale to blush even more as besides the time where he was pin to the wall is one of the few time he was this close to Crowley. He can’t help but close his eyes and smile shyly as he put his head on Crowley’s shoulder which caused his heart to sing and blush almost as red as his own hair; while he have dance before he would’ve never thought in almost 6000 years that he would ever dance with Aziraphale let alone Aziraphale asking to have such an intimate dance with him.
“A-are you enjoying this?” Crowley maybe would ask Aziraphale. Wanting to make sure that this is what his Angel hoped for.
“Of course, a-are you?” Aziraphale would respond in return looking at Crowley.
All Crowley could do is nod as his face grew more red, he smiles softly as the dance continue on. He would turn/dip him to spice the dance up which would at first caught Aziraphale off guard but once explained would ease into the dance as Aziraphale start to do so in return (W/Crowley’s help). He start to understand why people would melt during this dance as he look at Crowley deeply in his yellow eyes reminiscing of all the moment he had with him as well as back to when he realize he’s in love with him back at 1941. As well as Crowley look at Aziraphale’s Hazel-ish blue eyes, the same eyes that made him fell for him all those millennia ago, the same eyes that he look forward to see everyday along with his bubbly smile, the same eyes that he would do anything for. They both now begin to mutually rest their head on their forehead as they silently dance with the song still play wishing that the song could play forever so they can be in this dance forever more.
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everlarksquell · 2 months
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thinking about the sacred connection between a girl's current hyperfixation and relating everything about it to taylor swift's discography.
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nighttimepatrons · 4 months
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One of the reasons I like killing Erestor is because him being actively afraid that he will not be let into Mandos or simply cast into the void is sooooo juicy to me. Like, several nights ago, I was thinking about him dying and Glorfindel keeping him company (ofc) and Erestor feels so much guilt for his actions as a feanorian (i think he was very feanorian) and he;s just barely able to whisper his fear to Glorfindel (yes Erestor is remorseful, yes he has turned his back on the ways of his past, and yet) and I just imagine Glorfindel gently cupping his face and wiping a blood tinted tear and eventually saying, just as quietly, that he suspects that Erestor will find Namo merciful beyond his belief.
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pursuitseternal · 1 year
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Once Upon a Time…
There was a “Dark Wolf of the Woods:” A expansion of @meohme-thedorklord ‘s AU artwork, a reenvisioning of Haladriel as Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf…
Damned to wander Middle Earth in his wolf-form until freed, Sauron curses his fate: the Dark Wolf forever doomed by Huan to remain trapped until one of the Light comes to love him.
Unwilling to return to Angband to utter shame and disgrace at his failure at Tol- in -Gaurhoth, he waits, festering in his malice, until one She-elf wanders in his path…
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I am delivering on a promise to develop on my one-shot cutesy bedtime story version: “Stuff of Fairytales.” But this will be darker, angstier, and spicier 🐺⚔️❤️
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Thoughts, comments, insights, help, appreciation all sought on this! Thank you, dear readers🖤
Tagging because they loved the cutesy version: @marimosalad @iamstartraveller776 @eowyn7023 @penelopeisshipping @jhalya
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elialys · 11 months
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ask me how i feel about the 6,000+ words of season 2 Peter/Olivia i've been working on
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reylogirlie · 7 months
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“Ben should’ve lived instead of Rey”
“Ben is the real Skywalker, Rey should’ve died”
Am I happy Ben died? Hell fucking no. Personally, he and Rey should’ve walked out okay, (Apparently Daisy once said that’s what J.J wanted but Kathleen wasn’t having it. I have no links bc idk if that’s even true, it’s just a rumor I heard)
But the thing is. Ben didn’t wanna live in a world without her. I know people say his powers would’ve helped the Galaxy and shit (another reason BOTH members of the Dyad should’ve lived- how much they could’ve done-) but the truth of the matter is. Rey was the only person alive he truly loved and felt loved him back. There’s no one there for him other than her. He’d have to live a lonely life and it wouldn’t be simple for him to just. Meet new people.
No one knew him the way Rey did and no one would ever truly understand like her. Life without her would’ve been miserable.
Rey, however? She has people other than Ben. Was Ben the most important? I think so, but she had Finn, Poe, Rose, Jannah, BB-8, Chewie, Lando, all these people who cares for her and she had people to come back to. Even if she was heartbroken.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t love Ben or he loved her more- it’s just that while a part of her will always be incomplete, she’ll be able to be somewhat happy without him.
I know not every fan is a Reylo and I know that neither of them should’ve died end of the story, I can make another rant post on how killing either of them is so unnecessary, but it was in character for Ben to chose Rey over himself. If Rey had even tired to sacrifice herself, he would’ve fought her on it till he died from exhaustion anyways.
I just don’t think Rey deserves the hate. I agree the Skywalker thing was stupid, but she’s still such an underrated character and she deserved to live just as much as Ben did. Hopefully fans are right about the Ashoka theory-
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piosplayhouse · 2 years
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hitting my vape n contemplating. Kind of made dilf wwx look like tlj. What if . Wife swap tianlang jun x lan wangji and wei wuxian x su xiyan
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harrenhalyuri · 2 years
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Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him
The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen
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pollyna · 2 years
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Reuben would like to know why, who did this, did they find the whole process funny? He was having such a good day and he would have laughed it off if it wasn't for all the paper he has to fill to correct the callsign on his plane and how not so much time he has to do it. Thirty-two minutes before Cyclone leaves for the day and thirty minutes to actually fill all the informations, on a triple copy. With every single informations to fill the exact spot, without grammar mistakes or else Cyclone is going to ignore the request and sent him out, in three days time, with Reuben Paycheck Fitch on the side of his plane. And seriously, Paycheck?! Back in Annapoils they used to forget and e in his name but never once someone printed Paycheck instead that Payback.
It's 4.55 when Payback, not 'check as he reminds himself, runs into Vice Admiral Cyclone's office and he finds the man isn't there anymore. Oh god no, he never leaves before 4.59 why today of all days he's already gone. He's runied, everyone in the sky will call him Paycheck and they're going to invent stupid jokes, he can already see them, Hangman and Coyote putting money on the best one because that's the type of people they are, and the Navy is never, ever, going to give him another important job and he'll have to switch to commercial and die of fucking bordroom flying big slowly white things with cryin' babies on and he will actually die before he's 50 because he will start eating stupid and really unhealthy food. He's goin-
Lieutenant there's something I can do for you or you're going to spend the next two minutes on the door? the voice comes from his right and Admiral Kazansky is like a vision and Pay swears he never saw a more beautiful human being until that moment. Sir, I was searching for Vice Admiral Cyclone, sir. Someone printed by callsign all wrong and I don't want to fly with something as cheap as Paycheck on my plane, sir.
Admiral Kazansky looks like a minute away to laugh it off but then do you have all the documents right? I will personally see that the mistake is correct before your flight. They never lost their humor, I see.
Who never lost his humor sir? Pay' finds himself asking, a little more relaxed because if Admiral Kazansy had said they're going to fix it it's going to happen. This man is the law around there and no one wants to make him sad or angry or even just slightly unhappy. Back in Miramar, it was in 1989, we had this two pilots with similar callsigns and Maverick had to go around them for weeks before they finally printed the right names on the planes. Captain Mitchell was half a step away to just paint the write one himself.
Pay' can see it happening in front if his eyes, because that's the kind of man Captain Mitchell is, so if in three days they don't solve the problem I can ask Captain Mitchell to do it with a brush and a can of black? Oh, he really said that out loud? Oh man, why can't he shout up sometimes, it was going to so well! He's a little jealous of his 'mates because they all have stories about Admiral Kazansky's help and 'Boy has photos of the man preparing him breakfast but he had to say-
Oh, I would pay to see that happen. But please restrain yourself to actually ask him to do that or by tomorrow I'll have to explain why someone else had to process all this docs for no reason.
Do you think he would? he finds asking, again. Who would do what? new voice asks from behind his back. Admiral you know we're already late and Chip' hates when people aren't where they are supposed to be by the time they are. Chop chop my love, whatever problem Payback has Cyclone can solve it tomorrow morning.
And apparently now even him can be part of that slice of alternative universe 'Boy talked him about, where Captain Mitchell calls Admiral Kazansy my love and frets because they have to go and he's still talking about people being somewhere, caressing his cheek and your stubble is making you very hot, i'll be sad tomorrow morning when you'll have to shave it away and so we'll have to make the best of it, before tomorrow morning. Uh, now Reuben is sure his own cheeks are red because it's all very domestic, he's going trought a little dry spell and the stubble made Admiral Kazansky a little hotter than usual. He finds himself retrieving in the most silently way he can, letting the two men immerse in their world. It's 5.30 and if he hurries he can get home and have enough time to change and see what the rest of group is going to go for the night and maybe share his own story with Iceman, because now he has one!
Two and half days later Reuben finds his callsign fixed on his plane and a little note fro Admiral Kazansky who hopes they did an okay work and invited him and everyone else around for lunch, a week from that day. Apparently people incompetence can have it's use, sometimes.
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sigmundite · 5 months
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Y'all. I have many ships but one OTP: Guy/Asch from Tales of the Abyss. And for many, many years on this blog my banner has been a random screenshot from the Tales of the Abyss anime (which is on Youtube btw) where they were both in the shot. Yay. (It's a rarepair from an old fandom, I am used to subsisting on crumbs)
NO LONGER!
I've been wanting to update my banner for a long time but wanted something I could properly attribute to an artist, so I commissioned my dear friend @eemamminy-art for art of them that was mine my own my precious
LOOK AT IT. IT'S WONDERFUL! BEHOLD and continue to behold because this will probably be my tumblr banner until the site crumbles to dust, whenever that may be
Today though, I AM FILLED WITH POWER
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