lae'zel is such a magnificent woman yall just don't get her. you have no idea what it feels like for your dps and/or casters to shave the surrounding mobs to 20 hp or less and watch as she immediately slaughters at least one, more often two of them on her turn. she is truly commanding the battlefield at all times. karlach is about as effective as she is, but smthn bout lae'zel..... i love a dominant woman. you haven't lived until you've seen her take a mind flayer from 80 to 0 in one turn. lae'zel,,, lae'zel you know it makes my knees weak when you do that. oh, stunning, breathtaking woman. have mercy my goddess
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Evie likes to count her ribs. It’s soothing. She’ll run her fingers down her left side first, feeling carefully from top to bottom before moving on to her right. She’ll dig her fingers into each divot, hook them underneath her rib cage as she sucks in a breath. It’s her morning ritual. Before taking a shower but after her first weigh in of the day. And at night, in the quiet moonlight that sneaks its way through their room's tiny bathroom window, Evie measures herself. She hides the tape measure with her skincare, which she keeps neatly organized in a bin that Mal never touches. She begins with her arms, then her waist, then her hips, and always ends with her thighs. It’s something her mother taught her how to do. They used to do it together, her mom standing by her side as they measured themselves in tandem. They would stand in front of their bathroom mirror, which had a crack in it that split it into two. Sometimes, Evie would line herself up with the fissure, watch as it made her face go wonky. She was uneven and disassembled, just like her insides.
Doing the nightly ritual without her mother is lonely. Evie is almost tempted to invite Mal to join her. She thinks that Mal could keep her on track - the way her mother did - make sure that Evie stays slim and perfectly princess-esque. She thinks that Mal would be kind about it. Unlike her mother, swinging like a pendulum, simultaneously angry when Evie was fatter than her and then even more angry when Evie was thinner than her. But Evie knows that Mal would disapprove. Mal would narrow her eyes, grab her by her wrist and show Evie just how easily her thumb and pinkie wraps around it. Unbearably tiny. She’s done it before. Like back when they were on the Isle and Evie would refuse to eat her share of the rations. Mal does it here too. She'll hold Evie's wrist underneath the cafeteria table whenever Evie is merely moving her food around and not actually eating it. Mal is kind like that. And even if others might think of Mal's grip as too tight, Evie knows better. Mal's touch is the only thing preventing the rot.
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a descendants wip for my series. i've been working on this since february, which ik isn't actually that long ago but i've been stuck ever since, which is soooooo :(((((
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Grasp Of Gold
Eyes drawn to a gleaming, golden glow
It spreads with a pace not at all slow
From my fingers to all that I grasp
Spreads gold, eliciting a sweet gasp
All that I touch, it turns into gold
All that I touch, it betters tenfold
All that I touch, they love to behold
All that I touch, with my grasp of gold
Everything, so much better like this
Turned gold, filling anyone with bliss
Turned gold at a graze, at a mention
Why would that not be my intention?
Must be made use of, before it’s gone
Gold – they say – such a precious metal
Weight so crushing, far more than a tonne
Snapping my neck, with each new medal
All that I touch, it’s good, I’ve been told
All that I touch, like in tales of old
All that I touch, its fate, long foretold
All that I touch, with my grasp of gold
Gleaming hands trailing all in their reach
Drenching all things in a golden bleach
Shining fingers rammed deep in my core
So that I may be what you adore
Will you hold dear, all that I will hold?
In spite of? Because of? I can’t tell
Will you cherish, all that I turn gold?
Is there an end to this lustrous well?
All that I touch, is it what I’m told?
All that I touch, is it what it’s called?
All that I touch, will it rust, when old?
All that I touch, with my grasp of gold
Hands around my neck, glistening gold
Hot flesh and blood turn overly cold
A golden statue, for you to see
Isn’t that what you want me to be?
And if the gold ever goes matted?
Will you still be there, for me to hold?
Or has what I am never mattered?
Am I naught, without my grasp of gold?
All that I touch, has to be turned gold
All that I touch, must better tenfold
All that I touch, they have to behold
All that I touch, with this grasp of gold
Eyes drawn to a dreaded, golden glow
It spreads with a pace that feels too slow
From my fingers to all that I grasp
Spreads gold, eliciting that sick gasp
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hello!!
so i love music.
this is not a new fact, i have over 10,000 songs liked on spotify.
i have made a discord server for songs which remind me or my friends of fandoms. there are a lot on there, some tagged below. if you’re interested pls let me know and i’ll send a link :)
all fandoms on there at the moment:
addams family
arcana
attack on titan
avatar
avatar the last air ender
baldur’s gate 3
be more chill
boku no hero academia
criminal minds
dcu
dead end paranormal park
dear evan hansen
death note
descendants
detroit become human
dimension 20
doctor who
dream smp
empires smp
fairy tail
five nights at freddy’s
friends
good omens
greek mythology
hades
haikyuu
hamilton
heartstopper
heathers
hazbin hotel
helluva boss
hermitcraft
homestuck
it
julie and the phantoms
kakegurui
kpop
legend of zelda
life series
lord of the rings
mcu
matilda
merlin
miraculous ladybug
obey me
ouran highschool host club
owl house
percy jackson
pirates of the caribbean
quarry
rupaul’s drag race
resident evil
russian songs
sander’s sides
she-ra and the princesses of power
six the musical
spanish songs
spiderman into the spiderverse
star kid
stranger things
supernatural
sword art online
teen wolf
umbrella academy
unus annus (rip)
wicked
yugioh
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They ran toward the only open passageway, the goblin horde shrieking in the darkness, following behind them, their spears beating against the walls.
Jay shouted, "I guess they don't get a lot of visitors."
"Maybe they should stop eating their guests," Carlos said, nearly tripping over what he hoped was not a bone.
The Isle of the Lost, page 266
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