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the problem with being mean to discern real allies from fake ones is that there's no finish line for it. There's no point where you have been mean enough and can now be sure that they're genuine. All you can do is escalate, be more and more cruel, demand bigger and bigger sacrifices until you hit the limit of what a person can take and then take it as confirmation that you were right to be mean and you should keep doing it. it's just not very productive
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WIP Sunday
tagging the usual cohorts @greyvvardenfell @wild-houseplant @heniareth @mocha-writes
tagged by @atypicalacademic more lightpaw & applecliff for you
Applecliff placed his tail across Lightpaw’s shoulders and led her from the cave. She plodded after him, head and tail low. The cure is out of our reach. Did one exist somewhere? Why couldn’t StarClan tell them if one could be found? “What did StarClan tell you?” she asked Applecliff. Behind them, she heard the others leaving the Mooncave, apparently in no hurry to catch up. What awaited them, other than breaking the hearts of their clans? “That the cure was out of their reach.” He looked over his shoulder. “Did they tell you any differently?” “No,” her throat tightened, stopping her voice from becoming a wail. She shouldn’t cry like a kit. Applecliff swept her close with his tail. Lightpaw leaned gratefully into her mentor for support. “For now, we’ll keep mitigating the symptoms. Maybe after new moon StarClan will have a clearer answer for us.”
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Hello, fandom blog.
In front of you, there are two fictional characters. You must describe a platonic relationship between these two characters.
If you use any variant of the word “siblings” a cartoonishly large anvil will be dropped on your head, flattening you into a 2 dimensional version of yourself, much like fandom does to platonic ships.
Good luck.
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ive gotten so much mileage out of this tweet. every time i see something on the internet that makes me mad i just think to myself "people in real life: hey man how's it going" and i keep it pushing
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WIP Sunday
Thank you for the tag as ever, @dirty-bosmer! Tagging @cumbiazevran, @ollifree @memaidraws and @aria-i-adagio if you'd like. Here is a bit from Hallowed Ground featuring the bestest boys
In the fullness of that winter, Savos had outgrown the last of his tutors. Zennat hefted magic, and Teldryn struck with it, but to Savos it was life, as easy and inevitable as breath. He walked on water and treaded air; his heels hovered ever over flights of stairs. Everywhere he went was a cloud of starlight, floating idly over his shoulder. When he ventured into the barrows he had no use for lamps. Blue fire came to life at the snap of his fingers. Imps and wraiths tailed him, meek and supple as pets on a leash. With a whispered word he coaxed spirits into cold bones, and with another he banished them. It wasn't enough. Zennat could see it now, the ghostly shape of Savos' ambition, already sprawling the breadth of the city. His windows would not darken until dawn, and Savos, who was once cautious and pensive, now coaxed them into adventure to dig through tombs, set off to the outskirts to chase rumors and tales. When Neloth's reply finally arrived at the start of Sun's Dusk, he threw it to the side in frustration, and shut himself in his room, writing and writing and writing again. One night, sprawled atop the roof in the warmth of Savos' fire, he turned to them, face shining from the flush of his own power. "Look," He tossed a few flickering lights to the air. They danced and joined and formed shapes. "It's us." The boys made of light leapt into a starry ocean. They ran up the rocky slopes of a cliff, the wind knocking them backward. Then they were perched atop birds, taking off into the sky, hands reaching out to scoop the chill night. "That never happened." Teldryn grumbled, even though his eyes sparkled. Teldryn wore his hair shorter now, dark feathery wisps tumbling to his neck, pinned back on one side. He'd taken a habit of tossing back the strands falling to his eyes as he spoke. His mouth curled into a sharp smile, and Zennat looked away from the stars.
"It doesn't have to, silly." Savos rolled his eyes. "You still knew it was us." Zennat's hand found Teldryn's, and Teldryn's eyes met his. Zennat's heart was in his throat, as if he couldn't speak without coughing it out. Boys made of light. Had he not fallen in love that winter's night, he would have known Savos was saying goodbye.
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Wip Wednesday
Was tagged many weeks ago by many people. Thank you, friends <3 Let's see what you have this week: @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @elavoria @atypicalacademic @gilgamish @kookaburra1701 @tallmatcha @nuwanders @lucien-lachance @ladytanithia @saltymaplesyrup @miraakulous-cloud-district @sheirukitriesfandom @bostoniangirl21 @throughtrialbyfire
From chapter 6 of my Skyrim necromancer fic, Slither and Writhe:
Sylawen dreamed of a meadow and the spring smell of young grass, sunlight pouring through a white hole in the sky, around it only blue. She dreamed of home or something like it, something closer to it than the manor she’d left behind in Cyrodiil, and though it didn’t take on shape the way walls did in the waking world, she could feel it all around her, a swaddling presence, the air abuzz with the heady warmth of being wanted. Here, home was an open door and a hearth full of sweet cedar. It was gentle heat, the kind that nurtured and brought new life into being. Here, Sylawen felt its comfort like the delicate squeeze of a hand-hold, wordless in its confirmation that her life was interlaced with someone else's. How she wished to lose herself in it, to let her edges fade away, to dissolve and be carried off to whatever heights warm air rose to before it was scattered to the winds and pulled down to fill the lungs of someone who wasn't her. But like all other good things in Sylawen’s life, the dream was violently wrenched from her. She awoke to a calloused hand on her shoulder and the acrid smell of stale piss emanating from the basement corner where, predictably, she’d not been afforded the luxury of a bucket.  “Gah!” Sylawen reached out desperately for her bone and prepared to jab it blindly upward before she recognized the rough-hewn face of her captor. “Wh-what the fuck, Thrynn? Come to steal my restful night of sleep too?” Thrynn was a dark mass half-shadowed in the lantern light. “Where is it?” he growled, and even in this dimness, she could see his bruises, a purple blotch at the jaw, his right eye so swollen it was shut. Sylawen resisted the urge to gasp. If Garthek had done this to one of his own men, surely she should expect a treatment much worse. “Well, well,” she said, swallowing her fear. “Don’t you look like right shit today.”
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kinda sick of all those posts that are like "my ancestors were surviving starvation and the plague meanwhile i get nervous ordering food at restaurants". as if jauffrey the woodworker didn't fumble his conversation with the fine maiden running the fruit stand and then tripped on a pebble as he left in a hurry
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"he would not fucking say that" but its about a character being a leftist. he would not fucking believe that
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The Tale of House Hoslow - Gido
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James Baldwin.
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"The scarlet rot writhes now, worse than ever"
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listening to VÊritÊ and thinking about leli 
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fewer posts about “why do straight women date men who hate them” and more posts about “why do so many men hate women that it’s genuinely difficult for straight women to find romantic & sexual intimacy with a man who doesn’t hate them”
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I was reading my writing today, and let me tell you, it may not be good, plot is not the best, and characters are a bit stereotypical, but boy do I have fun writing it
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movies will be like "THIS is the most bullied outcast unpopular girl in school... the Thin White Heterosexual Brunette"
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duality of man
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People who fuck around on their laptops during lectures are so important I'm watching someone in front of me play tetris online enraptured
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