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mulligans-tavern · 3 months
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hey your boyfriend just shot himself in the eye with his own crossbow. he heard the archdevil ask if anyone was still fighting for the Night Yorb. yeah he rolled two nat 1s. he was so tactical, so late. sorry
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pippinscribs · 1 year
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Multicoloured, wildly unsuspecting and secretly magic I love them
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chaotic-autumn · 1 year
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"It is a horrifying responsibility to think that because things cannot remain the same, each and every one of us must shoulder some responsibility for how they will become different."
-- Brennan Lee Mulligan as The Goose, D20 Neverafter
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"I can taste it, I'm immune to poison."
"Is it poisoned?"
"I don't know."
-Cumulous of House Rocks and Saccharina of House Frostwhip
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oddlittlestories · 1 month
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OOOOHHH, DADDY’s HUrtIN’~
I don’t wanna RUMBLE no more!
NOT my CAR~
“He goes from being a full person, with hopes and dreams, to being… not so much an OBJECT as a part of the road”
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goblinchivalry · 2 years
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The Law of Sneakery
A true goblin never does what gets seen when he might have done it where he wouldn't.
More secrets is more better to goblins.
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treadsoftlyasyougo · 1 year
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thebaddkids · 1 year
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neverafter quotes: episode 1: the times of shadow
i rewatched episode 1 and tried to take notes of some of the quotes that i really liked (both the funny ones and the ones that make me scream internally) 
i feel like i’m always digging around trying to remember them properly, and it would be nice to have a list to reference back to. 
there’s still so many great moments that aren’t on here, feel free to add on :) 
but this tale begins anew in the telling. and with that, there is only one way to begin. once upon a time…
prophecies of this kind cannot be avoided
you wake up. it's hard to move. you can't see… — you can't close your eyes, you can't close your mouth… — briars are growing out of your mouth, growing out of your nostrils.
you feel yourself partially lacerated by the things that have emerged from your sleeping form and have filled the room here. the ache of muscles atrophied and unmoved after a hundred years of slumber, and a bed underneath you wrent apart by the briars that issue forth from you
the most uncomfortabe feeling is the feeling, not even the thorns which are of course painful, but it’s the feeling of the roots at the bottom of your stomach. (^ oh-kayyyyyy. you don’t know who i am yet, but can i give the help action? nothing has worried me more than you describing this as the ‘mini golf’)
your eyes roll back in your head, and you see… could be dozens, could be hundreds. out in the briars past this place, there are… corpses. some nothing more than bones hanging from the thorns, some of them a little… fresher. — it’s almost like the briars want you to know. want you to know how safe they’re keeping you. because at the bottom of all those little groves, or hanging off of a rotting wrist, or, as is most often the case, simply resting at a jaunty angle on a bare skull, are the crowns of all the many princes that have died in the thorns.
as your slippers wrend apart, you begin running barefoot on thorns
hello! is anybody else awake? hello!
i try to push forward. i know what direction i came from. i know that way is out, and there’s no way back. so i guess i just have to keep going.
my dear, sweet elodie, we should be taking about what kind of dance we want to do!
let them all kind of fight out there, and we’re inside. that’s why they build castles… that’s why they build ‘em.
things are not well. how could things be well in here, if they’re not well out there?
isn’t there something horrifying about the idea that our lives ended the day we wed?
what would it look like, everything being good
i will do my best to give you what i can.
and when you first look into the mirror after discovering this, your nose is gone.
that’s a joke, that’s a little joke.
who i thought was an old woman, but who was really a witch — ain’t it the way.
sometimes it feels like there’s not one real beggar in these lands. — it’s always a witch, or an ogre, or some… — they’re out here to get us!
when you don’t have much, you wanna keep what you have looking good.
he thinks he’s funny? ughhh
key to a good joke, it’s funny.
we get the fourty gold — and then we, i don’t know, push him down and run away?
new money, hmm.
we do what we can, when we can, for ourselves — amen.
you look up, your fur matted by rain and storm
and with that, pinnochio, you see pib lost in reverie.
this guy has not caught onto you at all, he’s just still mad about the sheets thing
if i may be so bold, you’re my best friend
we used to call these ‘shitty corprates’
could i do an insight check on him to see like, is there anything magical, or he’s the root of all evil that i’m looking for? — he’s the root of all evil? — is he the big bad of the whole season?
(small voice) quatro
oh, i wear a lot of hats — i also wear a lot of hats!
you remember the night, you remember the feeling… hands full of bones.
and write… jack be nimble, jack be quick, jack jump over the candlestick.
who put that on you, did you put that on yourself? — i put it on myself!
he had not become, maybe, the most honourable man, but he wasn’t bad either — he was such a good boy!
and the story looks beautiful, preserved. you know your son is somewhere else.
that gander is gone. for the moment.
mother goose. this book’s got a lotta blank pages.
also a red bonnet is kind of encroaching on my look
honestly, i really apreciate guidance from authority figures, so…
you said you’re a cursed man? — who said that?
you said you’re cousins three times? what does that mean? — royals.
my true love is gonna come save me — and i’m gonna find my wife and everything is fine, she still loves me.
and then i turned into a human, and everything was fine. — and then what happened? — this.
my grandma died. and i’m pretty sure i have pinkeye.
i can wait outside if it’s about the pinkeye.
maybe it’s the pinkeye but you look bad.
i wouldn’t cross a witch if i were you, my friend.
your city’s nothing more than a festering boil on the face of the neverafter.
you’re both bad, so we got you, um… — stefan’s being crazy out here — lord bainbridge! stefan is being crazy! — thank you, see stefan, idiot, i’m a prince, i’m the prince of shoeberg, motherfucker — you’re going to die — oh, i’m going to die? i’m the prince of shoeberg motherfucker — you see the two guards are drawing blades — yes, get him! — (chaotic entitled) — he is a prince!
are you attacking a child? are you a fully grown man attacking a child?
I don’t think you want this fight.
you’re in the dark. you can smell the smoke, of the candles that have been blown out. — it’s night, and you finally made it back home. you know there are people inside, you can smell them. but the doors are locked.
mom? mom?
please momma let me in, is the door barred? — i don’t know what you are, i don’t know what you are, but my daughter is dead — no she’s not, she’s right here, she’s not dead — wear her skin all you like! look at you!
i don’t know where to go if not here!
it’s fine, i can fix it, i can fix it.
who threw that? mom?
yeah, the woodsman dosen’t come.
you lured me in with your own love? you… fucking scam of a woman. i guess, i just kinda wanna… did they leave through the back door? did they leave through the back door?
did you have a nice dinner? did you all sit down to a nice dinner while you all presumed i was dead? if i was so dead, where was my funeral? — your shoulders and head touch the ceiling as you grow tall — where’s my headstone?
you hear a voice from the forest: breathe in. you must not forget to breathe.
the table, without a place for you. the mother, who would not believe you. the family, who attempted to flee from you in your moment of need…
huff and puff, little one — what have you done to me?
are you cursed? — i mean, who isn’t in the time of shadows.
yeah who are you really? because you said you were a child, but when i mentioned playing bridge, or gin rummy, you didn’t recognise either game — yeah, classic young child games — this is what kids do.
we’re not bad people. — we’re survivors.
it is a sour thing to swallow, that many more deserving places have faced ruin in this time.
sometimes the best way to keep something alive is to remember it.
it was a merry place — you don’t seem very merry — i was, once. before times became hard.
little birds, little creatures, i sure would love to have some help gathering some nuts and berries! — you see, coming out of the ferns, an enormous, scaly, unfeathered ostrich — hello! nevermind! — you sure, you all good? — you seem busy… — you don’t want help? — i can do it myself — you think i can’t sew a nice dress for a ball? — i bet you’d be really good at sewing a nice dress for a ball, but i don’t think i’m going to any balls any time soon —  I know that story! — and it walks off into the woods.
there’s someone in there — someone?
as it opens, all you can see, and all you have ever seen… her silhouette.
i need you to keep her safe, pinnochio. and i need you to keep her hidden.
the time is growing short. the candle burns low, pinnochio.
you run through the streets with limbs, made of flesh, real hair on your head, a little boy. a real little boy.
it’s very quick and sudden how the shadow moves on the village. a woman, clad in black, frayed like spiderwebs, but beautiful, moving as though blown by a breeze, with no wind to speak of.
if it’s a game you want, then it’s a game you shall have.
maybe just shadows moving, or maybe… something small, like rats…
little one, what is the name of your father? — out, in the village (a scream)
children start to weep, knowing that something terrible is happening.
your body drops, dead to the ground. and you wake up, hanging by your strings.
you’ve been telling many lies, pinnochio. i hope you can manage them all.
it is such an honour to be your stepmother, pinnochio.
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mintmilk-art · 5 months
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Fight and Flight
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irisbaggins · 5 months
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In rewatching the season, I'm noticing how clever Aabria and Brennan were in crafting Tula's story. How well thought out everything was.
Specifically, the bear. It's been mentioned so many times before, but with the context of the completed season, I cannot help but be in awe at the skilful storytelling at display here. The way in which the Blue is described to appear wrong only in reference to Tula and her heart, the way in which Tula talks about curiosity and and having experienced knowing someone who died because of it. Of how Aabria describes to Izzy how Tula looks when she heals the bear, of how Aabria specifically points out that Tula recognises the commonalities between herself and the bear. These breadcrumbs that mean little in the beginning, that tell everything at the end. It's amazing, stunning, masterful storytelling. I am in awe.
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mulligans-tavern · 2 months
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Burrow's End Origins Discovered
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-Misfits and Magic Ep. 1
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I present: tweets that I think riz would post
(full night yorb picture under cut)
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ljsarts · 1 year
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"If I was so dead, where was my funeral?! Where’s my headstone?"
I'm haunted by both these quotes and the idea of what would have happened had Timothy Goose found Ylfa after she'd well ...
Quote is by Kristin Chang
now available as a print
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"There was blue cheese on the road. Violent blue cheese."
-Sir Theobold Gumbar, Knight of Northgumbia
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oddlittlestories · 1 month
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Is this the DADDY ISSUES campaign?
Can I roll to see how his home life is? / his home life? It’s–
It’s BAD
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apollo-justice-irl · 26 days
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ankarna: I miss my wife, ruvina. I miss her a lot. I'll be back *becomes infernal*
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