#elven screams into the void

[itstheelvenjedi]

What abled people think having chronic pain & illness is like: You don't have to work, like ever!! You just sit at home and watch TV all day, I wish I was you that's sooooo much more fun than my life!!!11!!

What having chronic pain & illness is ACTUALLY like: barely sleeping because Entire Body Is Pain no matter what position/pillows/place (e.g. bed, couch, upright in a chair etc etc) you try. Have to snatch broken sleep "naps" of between 30 mins to 2 hrs intervals, often moving between several of aforementioned places and positions in desperation of trying to get ANY rest at all. Wake up STILL exhausted bc you never have a single night where the pain and/or other symptoms don't wake you up from sleep. Have to choose between showering and/or housekeeping and making meals for yourself because you never ever have energy for both. Basic routine Humaning (eating, showering, etc) is So Energy Intensive you're frequently too tired to even do any Hobbies much less Try To Look Not Disabled For A Job Interview And/Or Actual Work(tm). Have to deal with abled people telling you this is the EASY option and that "you could work if you were just a bit less lazy :)". You're not allowed to get pissed off at them when they say this or YOU'RE the one with the problem bc "I was only giving you advice/trying to help, why are you so mean? :(". Oh and also the government is constantly trying to stress you out so much with constant "re-assessments" of your condition to "prove you're not faking it just so you can be lazy and don't have to bena good little worker for Capitalism(tm)" that the stress makes all the pain and/or other symptoms WORSE often making you feel like they're stressing you into an early grave just so they don't have to waste money on you anymore. You're also not allowed to be angry/upset by this bc "tHe AsSeSsMeNtS mEaN ThErE's mOrE MoNeY To gO ArOuNd FoR PeOpLE LiKe YoU iF WE CaTCh aLL THe FaKeRs". Oh and and you have to do this over and over and over again. Every day. Forever. Bc there's no "cure" that will ever take even ONE of these conditions away.

#elven rants #elven screams into the void #tw: ableism #this post is brought to you by ''i finally took my first shower in an entire week but now i'm too tired to make or eat lunch'' gang #and if i hear one more abled person tell me ''its not that hard tho :))'' i'm going to start biting #/hj but also not

[elven-child]

"And then, we took his voice. His, and those he walked with."

and then that's exactly what happened AGAIN when Martin cut the tether! the tapes went through to the tmagp world and took the voices they owned with them!!! we don't know what happened to Jon but his voice is still being used by the Fears!!!! even now!!!!!

#KILLING AND SCREAMING #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #elven-child rambles into the void

[transmascskywalker]

not to to be a pretentious nerd but

#ELF I SAID ELF FFS #yeah this is my elven hero GOLLUM what the fuck are yall talking about #casper screams into the void

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

Season 9 Hermits as DND heroes and villains... (Mostly villains)...

The Dungeon Master... The Warden Wrangler... The Frost Warlock... TangoTek...

The Gorgon King... The Statues Sourseress... The Undead Sculptress... ZombieCleo...

The Immortal King... The Forgotten Ruler... The Wealth Hoarder... Ren the King...

The Bone Mage... Axe of The Screaming Void Wielder... The Musical Necromancer... XisumaVoid...

The Vampire Lord... The Treacherous Backstabber... The Keeper of Vaults... Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo...

The Cursed Knight... The Honourable Hero... And His Inner Demon... WelsKnight...

The Elven Archer... The Magical Baker... The Mattress Store Owner... GoodTimesWithScar...

The Dwarven Warrior... The Realm Liberator... The King Slayer... ImpulseSV...

The Forest Protector... The King Maker... The Leshy... BdoubleO100... This whole project started long ago with an ask by @theshadiertwin two months ago... Shockingly, the Idea of using a DND-character creator for creating actual DND-characters instead of little vignettes never occured to me... But I really wanted to model every Hermit first... If you have any ideas of what class each hermit can be, please tell! And I will be making a part 2 someday... Bdubs one has a little bit of a backstory... It's conceptually based on this model of Inscription-Leshy Bdubs by my good friend @randomtotallyrealgirl... But made more akin to slavic view of Leshy as a Forest Guardian... It's not a cultural appropriation, if it's my culture... Rens also from slavic folklore, he was inspired by Koschey the Immortal who conquered death, hoarded enormous amounts of wealth and spent his forever life by withering over it... You can use them freely, play as them, put them as npcs in your homebrew, come up with stats and character builds, go nuts! And there are some nice secrets, if you view them in 3D... I just need to add them to the growing google doc of my models... And actually post said doc on my blog... Yeah... Soon...

#tangotek #zombiecleo #renthedog #xisumavoid #mumbojumbo #welsknight #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #bdoubleo100 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s9 #hermitcraft fanart #hero forge #Just so you know I had the Warden model BEFORE the entire 12 Xisumas post... #The Xisuma costume in that post is based on THIS model! #Xisuma and Gem are my most modeled Hermits... And I just keep adding to the pile... #Tango with Warden keeps crashing my hero forge if I up the rendering quality higher... Sorry... #Rens throne is made from shields and briefcases and was made BEFORE Gems ship... #Please do tell me about your hermitcraft-dnd headcanons... I would really appreciate that... #Making villains is more fun... But please give me some hero ideas... #Hero forge I beg you to add snakes in the horns category it would be so sick! #Two post in one day what is this? #I am tidying up my workspace and posting what wasn't posted...

[myfavouritelunatic]

And Horror And Madness Walked - Chapter One

Sadly, she did not need a bed to succumb to sleep. It crept over her before she had time to register what was happening, and she slunk slowly down to the stone floor, a pool of gold and silver hair and sparkling elven dress. She had been pulled back into the dark forest. Galadriel began to run, screaming, searching for a way out. A way to wake up. But the bush and branches only thickened the deeper in she went. And she knew… she was being followed. “Leave me be!” She cried, trying not to let her fear overcome her. The princess held great power in her spirit, but it certainly felt diminished here. Then, for the first time, she heard the thing that would stalk her. It laughed. A malicious and unearthly laugh that seemed to echo from all directions, as if Galadriel was surrounded by multiple creatures. “Afraid not… Galadriel… once I have you… I cannot let you go…” The voice was female, that much was clear, but it did not sound of elf or man or dwarf. It was something else. “Reveal yourself! I command it!” More laughter. “You won’t be commanding anything much longer…” Suddenly, the coldest of chills swept through Galadriel’s body. The wind she had seen in past dreams… she felt it on her now. She felt her hair move, as if swept off her shoulder by a hand. And now that hand was upon her. Galadriel cast her eyes down and saw something horrible. A monstrous hand, void of colour and warmth. Grey and leathered, fading into the blackest of talons at the end of each finger. They glistened as if dipped in water. Or blood.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: For this first chapter, nightmares, spooky forests, and stalking creatures. Straight up horror vibes! Oh and a tiny bit of violence towards the end.

May I present my offering for both the Tolkien Monster Mash and Haladriel Kinktober Bingo! A tale told over four parts. A mash-up of The Rings of Power and The Silmarillion, set in the first age where Galadriel meets Halbrand waaaaaaaay earlier. Sauron was tired of waiting I guess? :P I hope you all enjoy!

Tagging: @pursuitseternal @denzit @heronamedhawks @gil-galadhwen @scriberated @youwearfinethingswellwriter @theriverwild @thrillofhope @klynnvakarian @marimosalad @90shaladriel @coraleethroughthelookingglass @somebirdortheother @ichabodjane @hazelmaines @hikarielizabethbloom @yletylyf @princessfantaghiro @eowyn7023 @mamanmae @demonscantgothere @jhalya @vellichormybeloved

#haladrielfancollective #haladriel #saurondriel #halbrand #sauron #galadriel #melian #thuringwethil #the rings of power #trop #trop fanfic #the silmarillion #silm fic #tolkien #halloween #tolkien monster mash

[tristayranambrosio]

"Flirt/Casualty" Day 1 - February 18 DWC

(This short story is told from the perspective of a former band Mate and how Trist and He met. You know before Trist was all Star-Void-Elfy. Enjoy <3: Note that its a little steamy and about a very tormented Orc who struggled very much with being himself until my Bard stumbled into his life) I nurse the sour ale in my tankard, I despise the flavor and would much prefer the tang of citrus and sweet mixed with some honey wine that I see the softer fellows in this den can be seen enjoying. Not me… no I have to sit and watch as the Crimson Curtain comes to life at the arrival of its star lutist. He is like a feast for my starving eyes, and I imagine if it was his lips I drank from… even this piss-water would taste like bliss. Instead I see him lean over a table and flirt with one of the affluent patrons and my tankard groans in protest under my white knuckled grip. Luckily for me an Orc bitterly suffering through the sorry excuse for a drink and scowling at this brazen display of flamboyant softness isn’t out of place here. In truth I crave the comfort of its magnificent colors, and the beautiful staff… I want to drink their sweet scents, roses and citrus… to bathe in them to bask in the relief it’d be just to live in their embroidered silks, rather than the oppressive Leather plates and spikes the Chief insists I have to wear to attract the attention of some she-orc to bear my sons. I snarl into my tankard and take a long furious gulp and attempt to swallow it with the revolting thought of using some poor female like that… knowing my mind would wander back to the laughing eyes of the Rose scented lead that has started in flirting with a fellow across the bar from me… Seeing how the soft beauty of an elf lightly squeezing the other Mercenary's arm and admiring the build sends my blood on fire and I briefly contemplate making the bastard another casualty of my fuming jealousy… No one else should be allowed to touch my Rose… none of them are good enough… fel neither am I… And yet… I flash back to the bright curtains while he grips them as tightly as I do my tankard. I imagine him screaming my name under my palm as I make him stifle it lest his boss hear what I’m taking from him… I imagine how it’d feel to pull his hair until he was panting and spent just so I could kiss his shoulder and tell him everything. That I’d never wanted someone as badly as I did him… I’d had my share of elven males, loved their tender perfect bodies for the pleasures they were to touch, this one though, he haunted me ever since I heard him sing… play… on Nestor’s old wine stained stage. He laughs again at something the jackass across from me says and I’m out of my Stool and about to storm over and yank my Rose away from this-this-... I halt when the Bard meets my eyes, struck with an overwhelming sense of terror, rage, and desire, with no idea which of those is reflected in my eyes. He’s unafraid, meeting me stare for stare, only in his Light Pink eyes I see… amusement, he’s not intimidated by the growl that I didn’t even realize was escaping me. “Easy, big guy, if you’re looking for a fight I’ll oblige, but Nestor told me you wanted to meet.” He extended a hand smiling… at -me- and I feel my face twist with glee and fury with a focus, that Bastard Busybody Ring-master I will kill him, “I’m Trist’Ayran Ambrosio, a pleasure-”

The way his tongue rolls over the last word has my body at attention and my nostrils flare… my anger at the meddling Cabaret Director temporarily dispelled as I’m being offered a hand I’d imagined on every part of me and I am once again glad that armor and leather doesn’t have much give as a rule and my state isn’t betrayed to be what it was, fixated entirely on this little Rose’s hands… eyes… lips… I grunt and force down my thoughts of how I’d like to hear him speak around parts of me I’ve only ever shared with soft sweet males like him… He waits patiently, his hand held out to what he must see as a brute of few words and even fewer kind ones. I make a show of crossing my arms and sneering at the Cabaret and despite loving every inch of it growl, “Did the Fop? Figures he’d send the Tavern Flirt at me. I’m -not- interested.” My body revolts and rails against my statement, the lie it was… I wasn’t just interested, I was obsessed… I had been for weeks… months… Trist withdrew his hand smoothly as if I’d not just looked at him with the well practiced disdain I leveled all openly true people with, and he smiled, “No one’s twisting your arm, big guy, not that I could… but you play?” I huff and keep my mask on firmly, indifference, disinterest, annoyance… even when within I yearn BURN to feel him -in- my arms… “Drums.”

Trist beams… and my heart slams so hard within my ribs I swear I feel it trying to burst from me into this Bard’s hands, like it was trying to escape, fly to him from the moment I heard his voice, then saw his face… Rose Quartz eyes and the most magnificent Autumn Maple hair that framed his perfect features in waves and curls that smelled like the Roses that haunted my senses ever since. “Well I’d love to see what you’ve got for me, Big Guy, but it’d be nice if you could give me a name… Otherwise you’re just gonna be some generic ‘big guy’ and if you’re joining up… well I’d like to be able to introduce you as you…” Oh what I could show him… what I had for him was a lust so intense it was making my blood power anything but my mind, and again I delayed my reply assailed with the image of showing just what I had for him… and hearing him say my name, “Jezza” My voice is a growl that I hope is intimidating and not giving away where my thoughts had gone… I needed to get a hold of myself… have this damned bard, and then put him from my mind forever. It wasn’t healthy, and if I can’t repress this need… this weakness for him and what he awoke in me, I was never going to be able to face my Tribe. It was not as if I could sire on him… but, Ancestors help me, my body certainly seemed to wanna give that a go with the urge building in me by the moment, not to mention the restless nights that showed my supposed lack of interest or virility with proposed brides was simply a product of them not being this soft bard… Get it over with, get him out of your head… this is not normal. “Jezza.” My breath stopped. My heart seized… say it again… I willed him. “Jezza…” He tasted my name testing the sound on that damnable tongue, “Handsome name for a Handsome Brute.”

He was- “Are you MOCKING me runt?” I nearly roar. “Nah. Just flirting. Lets see what you got.” With that he sauntered up… and tucked a pair of Drumsticks under my belt… and I could swear he did it to glance under the hem of my leathers… but I was too distracted by the proximity… how he somehow smelled even better than I imagined, and how my eyes nearly rolled back in their skull knowing just how close he was to me. It was over too soon. He pulled away and swatted my hip, “You coming?” The bard brandished his lute as he sauntered to the stage tilting his head to the Drum set in the back, but I was almost rooted to the floor. Staring at this brazen… cocky… magnificent -thing- that I was going to -make- mine. I rumble and to myself, “Not yet… but you’ll see to that soon.” I stormed up to the stage all bravado and seething outrage… but I play… and Oh… I bask in the first time my Rose really sees me and feels me in the beat. The novelty will get stale… and my Life will start and I’ll leave all this behind. Maybe after a few more songs. 

@daily-writing-challenge

#moon guard #roleplay #world of warcraft #wow oc #bard #warcraft rp #short story #trist'ayran #daily writing challenge

[safrona-shadowsun]

DWC August Writing Challenge

Day 2 - August 21

Enchanted / Horror

Tri'lec the Soulsinger. It had just the fine touch of a mysterious ring he wanted spread among the rest of his kin. No longer Tri'lec of a no-name clan that would serve Zandalari forever deemed better than him. Now he had power, and…her. Drenna. The glory that was Drennivera.

She lay with him now in more luxury than he could have ever dreamed - the ultimate prize - her great wings a canopy over him. She had given in to him on the summoning, recognizing how he had struggled all his life, understanding the hunger in him to be more than the meager fate old trolls assigned him to at birth. And of course, she introduced him to excitement no pleasure house could ever imagine. She was his winged beauty. His queen. His goddess. Drennivera was–

Well. The succubus was suddenly on fire. She screamed both in pain and in rage, turning her eyes wildly to the source that had entered her lair: another warlock. 

"Drenna!!" her 'master' screamed after her, sliding down the literal pile of gold he had been lounging on with the demon, like some pair of daydreaming lovers. 

Safrona stared in silence as she observed the two for several seconds, her felhunter cutting the singed succubus off from her lunging attack. Not even a whip. All body, and blind, territorial rage. The gradual disbelief took hold, and Safrona chuckled emptily. 

"I thought they were exaggerating, really. But here you are." Safrona tired of the noise the demons made, and aggressively banished the succubus with a thrust of a hand. "Your Bwonsamdi's eyes would be rolling back into his skull right now, if he had any."

Bowling over his apprehension over the intruding warlock, Tri'lec's glaring voice was reflected in his sights: "Bwonsamdi?? What's a voidie elf knowin' about the loa, eh?"

"That is the least of your numerous problems."

"Tri'lec de Soulsinger's make himself a problem for ya if ya don't release his woman!"

"Your woman?" Safrona echoed with further disparagement. "You think this demon is yours? From what I see, the roles are absolutely reversed."

"She done more for me den anyone. All of my days!" A rash of flame expelled from the novice warlock's hands toward the elven intruder, but the lesser flames only died at her feet.

…no. The void expanse that veiled the elf's body stretched and writhed, devouring the lesser fire. Tri'lec stepped a pace back, only beginning to realize he was far outmatched.

"You are so, so deluded by your own demon, " Safrona spoke with a scoff. "You are blind."

A concentrated effort of her eyes fixed on to the Zandalari, sensing the stench of the demon's enchantment on him. "Allow me to open your eyes."

The horror that invaded the Zandalari's mind was cleansing in its own way, washing away the succubus' seduction in a traumatizing flood. Petrified into place, he convulsed as the imagery of what the demon had done "for him" ravaged his mind in sick detail, the mangled bodies of his mate and his children, made him live inside the memory of their painful demise. Fixation, manipulation, isolation, indoctrination - each a blade perfectly cutting into a succubus' victim until there was nothing but a mindless puppet of flesh to be rid of for new prey. These were the horrors of truth for Tri'lec.

Or perhaps they were the horrors of Safrona's own design, fit to turn the weak willed from a Path they were not fit to walk. She would not let the curse of horror relent until the novice was flat-faced on the cold floor of the demon's lair, a heap of regret, begging for mercy. It was as the fragmented souls of his murdered kin desired him to be, Safrona knew.

Perhaps he and the succubus both would be sufficient tribute to fill her ongoing quota of souls with the Loa of the Dead. The troll was an insult to most warlocks in her mind, and to the name he dared to pin to himself of Soulsinger.

{ @daily-writing-challenge }

#world of warcraft #warlock #daily writing challenge #dwc2023 #i am quite behind but i managed to let this finally rolll out of my brain #safwriting #stories of Saf

[amaziana]

My take on Rop

I do not like Rings of power. It has twisted something beautiful and unique into something generic and void of soul. I grew up on Tolkiens works. I was so obsessed with Lotr that my mum let me read it only once every summer. So yeah, Tolkiens works have had and continue to have great influence on my life and how I view the World. The moment when the ring tempts Sam and he resists it is one of my absolute favorite because he is happy with simple, ordinary life. So when amazon decided to do a money grab using Tolkines work, I was angry.

It is no secret that the show has completely disregarded the cannon. Sure some things might come from the fact that they didn’t have enough rights, but it’s clear that they have just mostly done what ever they wanted. Now I’m not actually as angry about the chances to the lore as I’m about the lies the showrunners have spewed. “Going back to the book, always back to the books”and so on. Anyone with basic reading comprehension can see that this is not the case. If they had actually just admitted that they took creative liberties and changed things in order to appeal to wider audience I would be upset about it (and the fact that the work of Tolkien was used to bring more money to bezos’ already grossly overflowing piggybank), but I wouldn’t be angry. I could just say: “that’s not how it is in the books” and moved on. Now I want to scream and cry when they show Galadriel setting sail for Valinor. 

Speaking of Galadriel, they have completely destroyed her character and turned her into cardboard cutout of a strong female character that is two dimensional at best. In cannon she is already a wife and a mother by the time show takes place, but neither her husband or daughter exist in the show. She is also the wisest living being and older than both the sun and the moon. They have made her young, brash, reckless warrior that cartwheels with her sword around the battlefield. I argue that this change is anything but feminist. They strip her of her feminine qualities and wisdom (jumping off of a boat right before the shores of Valinor? are you TRYING to die?) and made her strong in a traditionally masculine way, all while keeping her conveniently attractive, short and petite. (For the record, I’m not saying feminine strength is better than masculine strength, I’m saying it’s sexist that her feminine strength wasn’t deemed to be good enough.) They also removed two of her loved ones from the story most likely to make her appear stronger and more independent. If they truly wanted to be feminist, they would have followed the cannon. She would have still been a great athlete and most likely known how to use a sword, but she would have been tall (in cannon she is 6′4) and muscular, others would have come to her for advice and she would be highly respected. She would have been in a loving and equal relationship with her husband and been a great mother to her daughter (who would have been adult already). I’m saying all of this as a young woman who loves swords and sports and someone who doesn’t wish to be a wife or a mother.

My other problems with the show are out of place looking costumes, short haired elven men, beardless dwarf women, cliche plotlines, mandatory lovestory between an elf and a mortal, corny lines and over all vibe. 

Now I’m not saying people aren’t allowed to watch the show and enjoy it. I’m not bashing the showrunners (we don’t know how much amazon is dictating over things) or other people involved. There are some good things in it too. I 100% think that Poc belong in Tolkiens world, but I wish they had gone differently about it and not just sprinkled them in there in order to have them there. I wish they had given us east-asian dwarf clans, brown harfoots, elves with various skin colors and travelers from south with beautiful gold jewelry and stories of olifants. (hobbits had to get those stories from somewhere!) I recently just learned that the show is dubbed in catalan and other lesser used languages which is great! It will also most likely inspire more people to read Tolkiens work, which is always good!

However, no matter how much good things the show has, the bottomline is and always will be is that amazon took Tolkiens work, twisted it and stripped it of it’s core themes in order to profit, lied and keep lying to fans about respecting the source material, dismiss all valid criticism as racism and misogyny. All while continuing to profit from the labor of it’s underpaid workes, destroying nature, endangering the health and even life of it’s employees (Lot of stunt workers got hurt on the Rop set due to unsafe working conditions and amazon failed to report these incidents to New Zealand government) and pouring more and more money to someone who keeps profiting from all of this.

 I’m devastated that something so dear to me is being treated like this ans I wish I could turn my eyes away and ignore the show, but it get showed down my throat left and right with all the ads everywhere.

#rings of power #reject rings of power #anti amazon #anti rings of power #fuck amazon #fuck bezos #amazon #amazon rings of power #opinion #tolkien #rop #trop #amazon rop

[krickets-chirping]

DA:A Honest Review

Ok so, imma rant cause this is tumblr— home to screaming into the void.

Dragon Age Absolution isn't as good as everyone thinks it is.

Before you hate me lemme ask: Can you show this show to someone who has never even heard of dragon age Exactly.

That's not all.

So like I mentioned, DA:A is confusing as hell to anyone who hasn't played or read anything in the Dragon Age universe. As someone who is in the publishing industry and has tons of family in said industry, it's like a fanfiction made into an animated series. For a fanfiction this show would be... okay...? But the quality is definitely not for an offical Netflix show.

My biggest issue with the show is the coloration of the characters. Not with the main cast but with the Tevinter nobility. Is someone going to tell me that everyone with hatred towards the elven slaves is white?? When the Fandom knows damn well that Tevinter is a place based on fhe middle east and ancient Greece/Rome. All the nobility, Templars, and Mages within Absolution that aren't slaves are white whereas the all slaves are mixed!

I understand making POC characters own slaves is something people are nervous about, but Dragon Age is a world that is not discriminatory of color. But rather the race of a character.

Next, the main cast.

Everyone has already heard the complaint that Mirium is too simular to Fenris. To that I both agree and disagree.

I'll be honest the main cast is so incredibly boring they made them interesting. I can't even remember the names of the cast apart from Mirium and Qiddy.

Because the series is so short, you don't get to know the characters apart from: Former slave retribution and her mage gf, gay dwarf who is mad at former slave for??? Reasons????, the Frenchman, and the comedic qunari.

Lightening round now.

1) There is no true character development.

2) Animation is a shitty rip-off of Critical Role's Amazon Prime special.

3) The general vibe this was a HS DND campaign

And lastly,

4) The villain loosing all interesting themes of breaking the cycle and wanting to end slavery but in a dark way (AKA with blood magic) to loosing all his character to be "big bad slaver."

I remember saying a while ago not to dog on the newer writers coming in cause the older ones were leaving, but if DA:A is any warning, I'm terrified that DA:DD is going to be total nug shit horrible. Patrick Weekes has his work cut out for him.

Alright I'm done. Someone take my soap box.

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #da absolution #daa spoilers #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #dragon age inquisiton #review #netflix #netflix review #it was bad #me angy

[stitchthesewords]

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I NEED TO BE,,,,,VERY CLEAR BEFORE I POST THIS. THIS IS....UH....NO LONGER CANON NOW. BUT. THISS IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS SOMETHING I TORMENTED ATHERIX WITH SO NOW,,,I GIVE TO ALL OF YOU.

Taglist and story below the cut.

TW: Temporary Major Character Death, Head Injury, Other Injuries, Mourning, Grief, Blood Mention, Vomiting Mention

He lay on the floor, a little trickle of blood coming from his mouth as he choked on it. His head rested against stones that glowed purple and he stared unseeingly at the cave around them. They were so close. So close to the surface. It was right there. Distantly, he thought he heard someone screaming. It was fuzzy and muffled to his ears as his entire body drooped and his vision went black.

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Scar and Mumbo could only watch in horror as the rift cracked at the wall more, engulfing Grian’s head. His head fell limply back, and his body was sucked inside, wings making a horrible dragging noise along the floor. Scar had to grab Mumbo, strength not enough to hold him back as he raced to the Rift, trying to stop it. Clawed hands tangled in feathers and tore at the skin but they were unable to stop Grian’s body from disappearing.

Mumbo breathed heavily and then he screamed again, his face melting into the shadows around him, Scar feeling a pulse of magic thrum through the entire area. Magic fueled by grief. He stared at the purple glow, and it lit his face. It was the only light in the entire cave and yet there were no mobs.

They’d been so close. It wasn’t fair. Mumbo’s magic shook the entire cave, fed by its too dark walls. Scar could only take a struggling breath and try to pull the man closer.

“We need to go – it’s following us-“ he said, quietly. Mumbo’s screams couldn’t have been good for a creature that hunted by sound.

“What’s the point of living for centuries if we don’t have everyone,” the vampire hissed in red, his eyes glowing red. “I could have saved him.”

The cave shuddered again. The Rift…pulsated in front of them. On instinct both Mumbo and Scar moved from it quickly, watching as light twinkled and pulsated from within. Scar felt sickness at the bottom of his throat as he struggled to move Mumbo further back.

The brightness of the Rift caused Mumbo to hiss and flinch into Scar’s chest, trying to cover his eyes. It burned Scar’s as well, the elven man flinching in pain and turning away.

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Grian stepped into the cave and retched, collapsing in a heap. His skin marred purple in crack formations, his feathers too. He retched again, unable to see anything. The void stared back at him. He heard nothing but he could feel cold stone underneath his hands. No – he couldn’t be back. He worked so hard.

There were hands on his shoulders, and he thrashed and screamed. His wings flared behind him, and a hand came up to cover his mouth. He couldn’t even hear the sound of his own voice, but he kept screaming anyway, hoping the noise would dislodge something in the ceiling and smash him to bits. Talons clawed forward sight unseen until he couldn’t move his arms. He started kicking, but he couldn’t move those either.

@atherix @braxiatel @greatbridge @ellalily @lesbianwilby @em-mermaid @loombarrow

#Asks #Anonymous #🍂 anon #Rift AU #Ask Game #Blood tw #Vomiting tw #<- both only mentioned and not described graphically #Im so sorry 🍂 anon but ive been waiting to unleash this #i swear the next wip will be more wholesome

[blazingstar24]

Summary: Orym is given a choice to make.

Notes: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR C3 AHEAD! Do not read if you have not watched c3 e33

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“Welcome, Orym of the Air Ashari.”

Orym opened his eyes, head fuzzy and ears ringing. The last thing he remembered was a blade and Imogen’s scream. Now he stood in a void of gray. He gazed up towards the direction of the voice.

A tall figure wearing black armor and a mask resembling a raven stood before him. Orym recognized him immediately. The Voice of the Tempest had spoke of this man at times. He gave him a sad smile as he knew what it meant to be seeing the Champion of Ravens.

“Do not despair, little one. Your journey may not be over just yet. You have a choice to make.” The Champion of Ravens voice was deep, but had a gentle quality to it as the celestial regarded the halfling.

“My mistress gives all souls a chance and choice when they pass into her domain. Like many, you have people who are calling you back to the Material Plane as we speak. But it is up to you whether or not you return.”

Orym nodded silently, absorbing the information. He had failed his mission to bring Will’s and Derrig’s killer to justice. Now he had a second chance. But right now, here in this liminal space, he also was so close to them, to being with them again.

“Will I see them again if I stay?”

“Yes”

Orym inhaled sharply and nodded.

“And my friends? Are they safe.”

The Champion’s gaze looked off towards something Orym could not percieve. He turned back with an impassive expression.

“That I cannot say. The threads of fate twist and unravel, tie and bind. But to fully know the future is not of my purview and something you are not privy too as well.

Orym paused. If his friends were still in danger, is it okay for him to rest. Will was so close now. But his friends need him too.

“What is your choice?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“This choice is on limited time, little one. One of your other friends made her choice already.”

Orym’s eyes widened. Who else had fallen?

“Quite rarely do I handle fey souls.”

Orym’s heart would have stopped if it were still beating. Fearne had fallen? His mind turned towards thoughts of concern for his friends. He remembered the state of everyone before he died. It was not good. He shuddered slightly at the phantom sensation of the sending stone rolling from his hand. He would be leaving behind so much more than the Bell’s Hells. Dorian, Opal, Dariax, and Fy’ra were still expecting him to come back too.

And yet, Orym still wavered. Six years. Six long years he had been fighting for answers. For a purpose. For a reason why he had lost everything. Even longer did he spend protecting others. Was it alright for him to stop now? Would his friends be okay? Was he allowed to have this one selfish want?

The Champion of Ravens sighed softly and knelt down to Orym’s height. He waved his hand and a new figure slowly shimmered into view.

“I am not normally allowed to do this, but for you who has so diligently protected the one I hold dearly in my heart still, I will make this exception.”

***

A tall, tanned half elven man stepped forward with a fond smile. Orym let out a strangled gasp and rushed forward. The man picked Orym up in a sweeping hug and then knelt.

“I’ve missed you, little moon.”

Orym let out a shaky laugh. “I never stopped thinking about you, Will. Not one day.”

Will hummed and pressed their foreheads together. Tears streamed down both of their faces as they took each other in for the first time in years. Orym’s eyes traced every inch of his husband’s face, details that had grown painfully fuzzy coming back all in an instant.

“My love, you don’t have much time.”

Orym closed his eyes and pressed himself into Will’s body. The half elf wrapped his arms around Orym and held him there tightly.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too, little moon, me too.”

“I want to stay, Will. Gods I want to stay.”

“But?”

The half elf smiled wistfully, cupping Orym’s cheek. His eyes glinting with a knowing look.

“They need me too. I don’t know what state they’re in. But I’m so tired, Will. And you’re right here. And Dad—“

Orym’s voice broke and Will embraced him once more. The half elf slowly stroked Orym’s hair as he began to speak.

“You’ve been so brave, love. I fell in love with that selfless passion within you, your determination, your kind heart. You love so deeply and care so much about everyone around you. If you want to rest, put up your shield, no one can deny that you deserve it.”

Will’s eyes shined with a deep love for the halfling in front of him.

“But if you choose to go back and keep on fighting, I will not deny you that nor hold it against you. We had our time and it will come again. I can promise you that. If you decide that your journey must continue, I will be watching you grow and live and love. I can wait for you, little moon. We can wait for you. And everything new that will come with you.”

Orym pulled Will down into a gentle but deep kiss. He wanted to remember this. He hoped he remembered this. As they parted, Orym smiled sadly.

“This isn’t goodbye.”

Will nodded. “No, it’s not.”

Orym closed his eyes and then stood and faced the Champion of Ravens.

“I’ve made my choice”

***

“Orym? Fearne’s tooth fell off And I felt….well I just needed to check. Everything okay? Miss you guys. Hope you’re alright. Please stay safe.”

“Dorian. We’re both okay now. Got pretty dicey actually. Miss you a lot too. Stay safe on your end. We’ll talk more soon.”

Fearne watched as Orym put the sending stone back in his pocket. He looked back at her and smiled softly.

“Do you think he got it?”

“I think so, Fearne.”

Orym reached out and patted Fearne’s arm. “You okay?”

The faun nodded. “You took longer than me to wake up. Did you see him?”

“I did.”

She hummed lightly. “I wish I could have met him too.”

Orym smiled and leaned on Fearne. “One day. Hopefully a day further in the future, I’ll introduce you.”

“I’d like that. Maybe he’ll let me steal from him.”

“I’m not sure if we’d have things to steal, Fearne.”

The faun shook her head wildly. “Not true! That bird guy wouldn’t let me take his daggers back here.”

Orym sighed fondly. “You tried to steal from the Champion of Ravens?”

“Well he let you have a souvenir, I don’t see why I couldn’t take one too!”

Orym paused and shot Fearne a confused glance.

“What?”

Fearne fiddled with her hair ribbons. Orym raised an eyebrow and held out his hand expectantly. She huffed and began rifling through her pockets.

“I was just holding onto it for you.”

“I know, Fearnie.”

She pulled out a long black raven’s feather and plopped it in Orym’s hand. He turned it over, its glossy sheen reflecting the light. He thought of home, of the Tempest, of the large raven that follows her around. He thought of the raven that watched as he left Zephrah for the first time.

Orym pulled out his shield and pressed the feather against the handle. With his other hand, he druidcrafted a few snowdrops to wrap around the feather and fix it to the handle.

“You okay, Orym? Do you miss him?”

He smiled and leaned back against Fearne.

“Every day. But we chose to live with our eyes wide open. And I’ll choose to do that again and again, until our time comes once more.”

END

#orym of the air ashari #will of the air ashari #fearne calloway #cr spoilers #cr fic #cr3 spoilers

[itstheelvenjedi]

Slow on the uptake bc checking tumblr/socmed is very much the bottom of my priority list rn

But obligatory disclaimer as a polyam queer butch that I do not condone, support or agree with the shit Frazer Blaxland has been saying lately.

I'm not personally gonna stop making content for Dammon/shipping him with characters, I'm so deep into my personal headcanons that tbh the only connection there is pretty much the voice itself and the vague appearance so I feel like I can separate the two pretty well. If you can't that's also fine but also pls do not attack me for this. I will block you. I'm ONE more bad thing away from losing my fucking shit frfr (which is why I'm so inactive here rn) and I'm NOT about to be the bitch that has to tell the psych that dumb fandom drama was my last straw so I will not be engaging w any attempts. This is the only time I'll bring it up. but yea. Feel like I have to say it so ppl don't assume I support those disgusting opinions.

Also not sure how long I'll be 'active' here again. I may disappear again for a while I'm sorry ;; shit sucks rn and tumblr/most socmed is effort and spoons I dont have LOL if we're buds and for some reason you DONT already have me added on Discord feel free to DM me and I'll give yall my Discord tag,

That's the place that's easiest/least stressful and where I spend most of my time atm, but I don't want ppl to feel like I'm ignoring them! I promise I'm not <3 if you tagged me in a meme or whatever I will get around to it when I can I promise, it'll just be slow and at the whim of how many spoons I have on a given day haha

#i have no idea what to tag this as but uh #this #lmao #unfollow or hate me for choosing to separate the character from his VA if you want thats your call /gen #but i'm going to be a stubborn petty bitch about it #genuinely have so little good in my life rn i'm not letting some asshole take my comfort ships away from me #call me dramatic if you want idc im dead /srs bg3 is keeping me sane & stopping me from chewing people's arms off irl rn #blog update #kinda sorta #blog announcement #delete later #elven rants #elven screams into the void #also kinda. but i'll tag it just incase

[anurapoda]

Ya know what... let's be unhinged about my ocs. Will this post be structured? Hell no, I'm gonna ramble my ass off and maybe someday I'll make an oc intro post that actually makes sense but for today - I am here to scream into the void about my ocs.

ROBIN, the best girly, she has so much fucking trauma, I seriously projected on this bitch SO hard. Abusive mommy? CHECK. No father? CHECK. Brother who they used to love but have complicated feelings for now? CHECK CHECK CHECK.

So Robin, my love, is a DnD oc. She's an elven rouge who's ex-nobility - super generic right? NO, YOU FOOLS, YOU FELL RIGHT INTO MY TRAP.

She's an affair baby between her mother, the queen, and a commoner. When she was born her dad knew she wasn't his because... she's POC and her entire family is pasty white, it was not hard to tell. ANYWAY, Dad moves the family into another residence away from the main castle because her mom cheated. Refuses to see this kid.

Robin's mom ain't super pleased with that and takes her anger out on her affair baby aka Robin. That's ok though, she had like 7 siblings who love her!

... So mom manipulates siblings, but it's ok her brother Tokala would never get manipulated and leave her!!!

... So she has no family or friends. SYKE, she gets a lady-in-waiting named Laosie - basically her mother figure/best friend for her entire life. Makes her learn more about commoners, Robin sees how they're mistreated and underpaid and goes "fuck this" *becomes robin hood and steals from rich people to give to the poor*

So ignoring the physical and emotional abuse everything is going well, she has friends!!! Nothing can go wrong!!!!

... So she tries to steal a necklace but OH NO it was a set-up! By who? FUCKING TOKALA. He arrests Robin and throws her in jail KNOWING SHE'LL GET EXECUTED FOR HER CRIMES.

It's ok though, Loasie saves her and they run away and live happily ever after :)

SYKE, Laosie tries to save her but as they make a run for it Laoise falls and is unable to keep up with Robin. Robin ends up having to leave her, unaware if she's still alive, and run into the woods.

She runs for 2 weeks before passing out in an alleyway where she's picked up by some bakery/inn owners who adopt her - They're her lesbian cat moms, they have like 100 grandkids and Robin lives in their attic and I LOVE THEM.

Robin is my lil blorbo, I made her and I put all my trauma into her and I tied it with a pretty lil bow and I kissed her gently before yeeting her at a wall.

ALSO, last session (it was a 1on1) she adopted a brainwashed kid from the enemy because he was 18 and working alone at a prison and she was like "What the fuck, you are mine-"

I have art of her but my friend drew it so I need permission to post it here so I might add that later, but also they might say no cause the art is old, but I love it anyway :)

#oc robin #abuse #tw abuse #cw abuse #covering all my bases #orginal character #anurapoda #rambles #anurapoda rambles #dnd oc #manipulation #cw manipulation #tw manipulation

[rdhadastroke]

I wrote a thing with Fern after he gets his friend killed, enjoy his suffering :)

I'm not a hero.

The crowd roars as Fern and his party make their way into town, all celebrating the defeat of the wrathful Ancient being that was terrorizing the people of the Insomniaverse. The group of ragged adventurers move through the sea of people sluggishly, never returning waves of excitement, never smiling. Every member of the party is weary, battered, and exhausted. More importantly, they're all grieving. Silently, yes, but loss weighs heavily on their shoulders, still. Only one of them has the energy to mourn right now, but the rest will soon follow suit.

I'm not a hero.

Horrified and simultaneously numb, Fern automatically makes his way to their room at the inn, the rest of the group following suit dazedly. The mighty orc, Shel, sways slightly on her feet as she walks, looking as if she might faint at any moment. The elf, Kavarrah, looks shell-shocked and disoriented as she walks, gazing at the familiar surroundings with confusion. "Al" and <Creator> shuffle along at the back of the group, their expressions downcast. The townspeople are oblivious to the distress of the adventurers, only caring that the triumphant heroes have returned, never noticing that a member of the party is missing.

I'm not a hero.

Fern slams the door to the inn open, walking into his room without so much of a nod at the innkeeper, entering his room and promptly closing the door.

He collapses face-first onto the rickety bed without making a sound, not acknowledging his friends opening the door and shutting it behind them as they enter quietly. Nobody speaks for the rest of the evening.

...

He wakes up to Kavarrah yelling his name.

"FERN, YOU BASTARD!" The elf shouts in his face, violently shaking him by the shoulders. Her face is contorted in fury, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "YOU KILLED HER. ANCIENTS, YOU KILLED HER."

Fern looks at her groggily, trying to process what Kavarrah is saying to him and shake the sleep from his brain at the same time. He sits up, rubbing his eyes and blinking a couple of times before it hits him.

Kira is dead.

And he let her die.

He, the mage and designated healer, failed to save his best friend after she died to save their sorry asses.

Fern stares at his bed blankly, the weight of his mistake hitting him harder than Shel could ever hope to. Tears silently stream down his face as Kavarrah keeps screaming and sobbing at him, punching and shoving him furiously.

Without a word, Fern gets out of bed and starts to gather his few possessions from around the room, shoving them into his backpack without care.

"The hell are you doing?!" Kavarrah cries, her tone softening in confusion, though still filled with fury. Fern glances back at his elven friend tiredly.

"Home," Fern replies softly, zipping up his bag and hefting it over his shoulder. "I don't belong here anymore, Kav. Not without all of us being together. Not without Kira."

With that, he opens the door and steps out, shutting the door behind him, intending to never return.

I'm not a hero.

...

...

...

Fern has to see his old friends again.

The Insomniaverse has gone to shit again, with yet another Ancient being rising from the Void and taking over the universe, and Fern is being sent to stop it.

Why?

Because <Creator> said so.

Because she thinks I'm a hero.

Uh this got long and isn't my best work, but I hope my dumb story is interesting! I'm open to criticism/critique and questions about my characters and their world, so ask away!

#Fern's Misadventures #honestly I love Fern sm #he's my baby #i want to gently squeeze him like a strezz toy #writing #creative writing #oc story #oc writing #oc #my writing #writing shit #excuse my shit writing #story writing #series??? #slight angst #tw // references to death #mild swearing #Fern sucks lol #so does everyone else tbh #critique me you cowards #i need feedback

[hedgeweave]

I finally finished DA2. I also recently actually finished Origins despite having a few dozen Wardens and Inquisitors over the last decade and knowing the lore pretty well compared to average. I also played this Hawke as if it was me and didn’t RP in the slightest so the betrayals felt like they were rejecting me instead of Hawke.

As such, I have a lot of feelings. Some realizations, some feelings reinforced, some feelings undermined. I’m screaming into the void about Anders and the Chantry and I pray I come out the other side less angry.

I’m not sure how to feel about Anders right now. Hopefully writing this down will allow me to sort out my feelings on this and come to a conclusion that I can feel secure about.

Ultimately I spared him. I don’t know if I should regret it.

1. I did not want to be like him. Killing him in the rage I felt, or that of Sebastian, would have been doing to him the exact same thing he did to everyone else. It wouldn’t have been justice. He would have answered for no fallout nor seen what his hands wrought.

2. I feel like it would have made him a martyr. To die feeling justified in murder or hundreds and destruction of a city is not a fate I would grant to someone who felt no remorse in using me, our friendship, and everyone else.

3. He’s right. Orisino was right Meredith would have still invoked the Rite. The news would spread and it would explode later instead of right now. Nothing would change, it would just be someone else’s problem and the war would still kill innocents. The zealots would still run rampant. People would still support the wholesale murder of mages like they aren’t people.

3. a)  People talk about Kirkwall as an exception. Like Cullen is an exception. Defending mages in front of Cullen makes him say that “mages aren’t people like you and me”. Even if thinking they aren’t people is extreme, thinking they deserve to be locked up, hunted down, never allowed any family, and lobotomized IS the norm.  And even then, Cullen and Kirkwall aren’t so much an outlier as people claim. Jowan’s mother called her 6 year old child an abomination simply for existing as a mage. Alistair was given to his father because his mother was an elven mage - twice damned in their home. A place for them to learn should exist. Magic is dangerous. But so is fire. So is a blade. Misuse of anything can lead to people dying. Mages need to be policed the same way regular people need to be. Maybe more specialized than a general force but with no more authority over them. They are being hated this deeply not because they’ve done something and not because the Divine can see the future and is punishing them for something that will happen - they are hated because maybe possibly they could be bad people. And because of that they have their children stolen, their siblings separated, their friendships hounded. Every corner of Thedas they are harassed, hated, and murdered.

4. The Anders short story. He lied to everyone. He was like this before. In the beginning. We never knew justice - we only knew vengeance. He was a murderer bent on destroying everyone the entire time. Was he ever our friend? We had just met and he already hit on me and when I rejected him he disliked me. I was kind to him and he only saw me as a partner. Did he ever get over it? Did he actually talk to the Grand Cleric about the paper we found saying they denied the Tranquil Solution?

5. The way he treated Merrill. For all of his whining about mages, he treats her like shit quite a bit for not being a “perfect mage” and using blood magic. For all of his hatred of the Templars and the Chantry, he sure does support quite a bit of the other doctrine. The current foundation in its entirety is based upon the subjugation of mages and you can’t cherry pick your way out of that.

6. If he truly did research a way to separate himself from Justice, then how did he not know about the Avaar? Surely someone in Tevinter would have written down literally anything about their mage practices. But I guess that too was just a lie. He didn’t trust me. He used me. We could have found something better. A way to free the mages without terrorism and making them a walking genocide target that gets every non-templar marked too.

Even with all of this I don’t think I could kill him. Sebastian will never forgive me but he went back on everything he learned and claimed to believe in that moment so I don’t particularly care about his opinion. I thought we were friends. I knew it would come, eventually, but I thought I would know. Or I would be able to speak out against it. Not that I’d play right into it like a shit-eating puppet.

The problem is the Chantry. It would have exploded no matter what. But I guess the hurt comes from his betrayal and complete disregard of what friendship I thought we had. I made it so fucking clear that I supported mages. I WAS ONE! But every fucking turn people kept accusing me of supporting the Templars or attacking me.

I don’t give a fuck about blood magic. I don’t give a fuck about the Chantry’s teachings. They have no right to damn someone merely for existing. There are so many steps in between “The Imperium” and “The Circle as it exists”. The fact that the “Rite” exists at all, as if they have the right to decide who lives and dies. They’re all disgusting. They’re all zealots. The whole fucking lot of them are rotted from the inside out. They scream about the Imperium as if swords and poison have killed basically no one. As if non-mages cannot be possessed on their own. As if their Maker told them that they can do all of this. How is that possible if he abandoned the world twice? Andraste saying “mages will not rule non-mages as slavers” doesn’t mean that “mages will be slaves instead”. It means they’re equal in value, in status, in importance. If the maker turned away from the world the first time because mages were prideful then he turned away the second because non-mages are hateful.

There’s too much death. I’m tired of killing. I’m tired of being forced to fight. I’m tired of being a pawn. I’m tired of lines being drawn by figureheads that don’t know what a copper means. I’m tired of being accused and assessed at every turn.

But I know I must pick a side. No matter my intentions or my goals, if I do not choose where to stand I will be assigned a place by one or both.

And I will never stand with the oppressors.

Do I regret sparing him? A little, but he is just a symptom that grew faster than we thought it would.  

#there's a lot of shit in here i dont suggest you read it #it gets a little more personal in some places too #a lot of this has to do with the game and real life which is why it feels too close to home

[atherix0]

A glorious morning for me, Mumbo lover, to wake up, roll over, and see you posted a roughly 5k word chapter of Scarian. Mwah. I am choosing to believe. That got way too gay. This is scarian now.

SO FIRST OF ALL Grian waking up and realizing that A. He's in Scar's bedroom, B. Mumbo is in scar's bedroom, and C. His stomach is doing flips because he's looking down and seeing Mumbo in Scar bed and it likely smells like mumbo and scar together and his little bird brain -- god yes.

Going down, seeing Scar in the morning, as if he's his boyfriend who just woke up and is coming to give him a morning smooch is truly something. I cant believe the two of them decided it was Normal and Fine for a frumpy, sleepy Grian to just Appear. Mmm mm mmmm mmmmmmmmmmm. And that Scar made him pancakes and that Grian was just able to tear Scar away from his work and Scar isn't even putting up a fight at all oh my god. GRIAN CALLING SCAR PRETTY AND THE TWO OF THEM JUST SITTING WITH THAT. THIS IS GAY, GENTLEMEN. YOU ARE BEING BOYFRIENDS. I AM SHOUTING INTO A MEGAPHONE BUT LO, I AM A TINY FROG.

OH MY GOD THE ANTIQUE SHOP I can just. Picture. Oh to be a fly on the wall [I guess we all are tbf] watching the two of them talk about this ELVEN ENGAGEMENT JEWELRY AS IF THEY WERENT JUST THE GAYEST TWO BEINGS ALIVE IN THIS MAN'S HOUSE. Oh my god and for that to reveal so much of Grian on accident, for scar to rapidly realize so many things without either of them saying a fucking word. OOOO BOY they are gonna have to have a T A L K with this bird. I mean there's no way Scar is gonna talk to mumbo about it [unless,,,,,,] but my god do they need to have a Talk tm.

AND THEN THE WAY THAT BEAUTIFULLY TRANSITIONED TO "Well maybe you should give Mumbo some of your feathers" THE WAY THESE MEN DEFLECT DO THEY REALIZE THEY ARE BEING SO VERY GAY. oh my god scar is gonna have some of grian's feathers on day and he doesnt even realize it. oh my GOD I am SCREAMING down the BOATEM HOLE and into THE VOID.

Also the fact that Grian knows how to repair equipment. The fact that Grian has been shown to be a remarkable fighter when he's not panicking. The whole "I killed our gods" Grian pulled on Mumbo a while back only for Mumbo to be like "I dont think he's ready to talk about That so I'm not gonna bring it back up" AND NOW SCAR KNOWS WITHOUT KNOWS HE NOWS SO MUCH WITHOUT WORDS TO THAT KNOWLEDGE AND I AM MELTING. ASDFGHJKJHGFDSDFGHJHGFD GOD. G O D.

Oh man Mumbo Lover, you are about to get fed so well HA that chapter was absolutely 5k words of Scarian, no doubt <3 It got super gay

Bird brain just like <3 hhh but he just being like "haha this certainly doesn't mean anything we're fine it's cool we're okay <3" lmao

The entire time I was writing that scene I was just thinking about the people Scar was just speaking to seeing this unfamiliar man come out of the back of Scar's shop with messy hair and rumpled clothes at noon and was giggling the entire time because you KNOW they all think that is definitely his boyfriend, they're so Normal about it like it's not completely domestic-y like hjgfdjkk= Scar takes care of his guests <3 He probably made some for Mumbo too but Mumbo doesn't really think much about Human food, he just indulges every now and then lmao <3 Grian is a demanding little bird and Scar is too willing to let him have his way haha <3 LMAO THE GAY PANIC THEY BOTH HAD AT THAT MOMENT. Grian doubling down and trying to play it off as a joke and Scar taking that out but they both Know(TM). They know. They gay but oo boy-

I too love antiques so much and could spend every last dollar I have in an antique shop so. BUT YEAH LMAO I'm sure the fact that Grian is now in possession of Elven jewelry that giving basically means "I wish to court/marry you" is totally not gonna be significant in any way later down the line right? <3 Grian really said "I was taught how to fix metal things like weapons" and Scar, literal Elven prince who was born into a palace and was taught to MAKE things but never taught how to FIX things because he is a royal, went "um Birdie uh I'm about to flip your entire worldview with a single question" and just hjfdskj <3 They all need to Talk(TM), and oh boy don't they know it. Or at least Mumbo does hjkfdsljk Grian and Scar are both like "deflection and distraction is a healthy communication skill correct?"

THE DEFLECTIONS, THE "we'll unpack all that later at an undetermined point in time," THE GAY, AND YEAH HAHA I totally 100% intend for them all to have something that represents each of their cultures <3 I AM SCREAMING WITH YOU, and I'm the motherducker who's writing it <3

:) Gods they need to talk about it haha SCAR IS ONLY EVER OBSERVANT WHEN IT COMES TO OTHER PEOPLE'S INTERNAL STRUGGLE HE SAW GRIAN'S LIFE PERCEPTION SHATTER IN THREE SECONDS AND KNEW SOME SHIT WENT DOWN and now they need to talk to Mumbo because Holy Shit <3 Mumbo be like "I'll wait for Grian to be ready to talk about it" but if he waits then they'll never talk about it anf jhkfds-

#Ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian #should I start putting these long answers under a readmore? Maybe #my apologies to mobile users