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richardcypher · 12 days
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the torches are using less air than we are trying to knock them out
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cookie-sheet-toboggan · 10 months
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terapsina · 6 months
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Who is your favorite example of gradual Enemies (or Rivals (or Adversaries)) to Reluctant Allies to Friends to Lovers Ship?
(though most times that last one is only achieved in my dreams... sometimes that third one is also just semi-achieved)
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panther-of-shadows · 11 months
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Dude, it's been a couple of years since I looked for anything LotS related, and I can't believe my luck... my most sincere gratitude to all those people who continue to create content in the Legend of the Seeker fandom, especially under the Cara/Kahlan tag on AO3 🫶🏼
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blood-inthefields · 2 years
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NEW CHAPTER OUT (finally)
If you want to make a donation for my birthday and help me go see my gf, click here :)
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liltaireissocute · 2 months
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Legend of the Seeker AU
Mord-Sith Lae'zel
Confessor Shadowheart
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somewillwin · 1 month
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Valentines kofi request of Cara and Kahlan from Legend of the Seeker ♥️♥️
Kofi
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foibles-fables · 5 months
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wow I can’t believe it’s been almost fourteen years since Kahlan Amnell and Cara Mason permanently rewrote my brain chemistry. the passage of time is disgusting
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Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One
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thegirl20 · 14 days
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I see you reblogging Cara and Kahlan 🥲 I have a question for you: What would you say is your favourite scene/episode in terms of their (slash) relationship? I miss them so much.
Oh, anon. Now you're asking.
Well, I did a 'Favourite Cara/Kahlan scenes' per episode thing over a decade ago, so you can read my thoughts on pretty much all their scenes.
I don't know if I can pick, but I have a soft spot for the whole episode in the tomb, particulary the hug. And also the scene where Cara is unable to shoot Kahlan because she loves her so much.
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curlyheadedfuck · 1 year
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My Forever Ships
… through the years
Xena & Gabrielle
The OG lesbian ship that brought me here.
They’re the first women I ever see kiss
and I see myself like never before.
Elphaba & Glinda
My first ever ship. My first fandom.
The first time I learn subtext is another word for longing.
Pink and green look good together.
Olivia & Casey
Because who hasn’t had a Law & Order: SVU obsession.
I don’t believe Olivia is straight,
have you seen those ADAs?
Olivia & Alex, by association.
Why not? It’s hot.
Rizzoli & Isles
I love the opposites attract trope, a total fucking sucker.
These two are the weird curvy edges
that fit perfectly together.
(and holy subtext, heterosexuals)
Bo & Lauren
What is love without a lion and a lamb?
Neither can help themselves
and love always finds a way.
Kahlan & Cara
The pairing born from the actresses sexual tension.
Enemies to loves is more compelling than
two good guys falling in love.
Myka & Helena
The love story that should have been, the romance I’ll always want to write,
so justice finally meets a happy ending.
All I have to do is change the rules.
Bradley & Laura 
My current favorite, with similarities too close to home.
I’ve been here before, although my Laura did not have her shit together.
I’m both of these women. I have been and I will be.
Happy Valentines Day
To: All the ships that made me believe love is not a lie
Love, D
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richardcypher · 21 days
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Legend of the Seeker 2x03 'Broken'
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terapsina · 6 months
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Who is your favorite of the ships containing that - "Existential Opposites" ...attract - energy?
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wumpyprincessdrea · 1 year
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So, I recently discovered that the term used to describe the hurt/ comfort trope sern in fanfiction and media is called "whump." Well, after browsing tumblr for a while, I finally had the gumption to start a new series of my own. The series I will start with is a Legend of the Seeker/ Sword of Truth fanfiction, shipping Cara and Kahlan. Obviously the original story is not my own. I thought of the idea for this from one of the episodes on the show.
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Legend of the Seeker
Kahlan and Cara pt 1.  
Cara walked a few feet ahead, pausing to wait for Kahlan. Something was up. Normally, she matched her stride.   A few moments later, Kahlan finally met up with Cara.   Cara spoke, "What's the matter? Do you need to rest?"
  "I'm fine. If you need to rest just say so.", Replied Kahlan.
  Cara smirked. "Alright, I need to rest."
  Kahlan smiled as if relieved. "Good, because my feet hurt."
  Her breathing sounded labored, and she leaned against a tree.   She adjusted her weight, taking the wait off of her left leg.   Cara looked at her, puzzled.   "I think it is more than your feet that hurt. Do you honestly think you can hide pain from a mord'sith?" 
  Kahlan glared at her.   "I told you... I'm fine..."
  Cara smirked..."Right, then let's keep moving." 
   She began walking at a moderate pace. 
Kahlan groaned as she struggled to keep up with Cara, she almost had it but then her leg gave out from under her.   Kahlan swore under her breath, holding her leg, she lifted her dress, and cursed quietly but loud enough for Cara to hear.  Cara turned and walked back towards her, kneeling at her side.  "Never try and hide pain from a Mord'sith. There is a reason why some call us maidens of pain. Now, show me." She said in a commanding voice.
  Kahlan reluctantly lifted her dress revieling a festering wound.   Cara sighed.  "How long have you been hiding this?"
  Kahlan gritted her teeth, applying pressure to her wound. "It was three days ago... when we were attacked.   I didnt say anything so I wouldnt slow us down..."
  Cara shook her head.  "It's infected.  If not treated, you will be dead in the next day or two.  Then who will be around to protect your precious Seeker?" 
  Kahlan groaned in frustration and pain.   "What do you propose?"
Cara smirked.  "It will need to be burned closed,it will kill any infection and staunch any bleeding."
  Kahlan winced hearing the woman's icy words. "But we can't make a fire, they will find us."
Cara laughed maliciously, "Who said anything about a fire?"
She drew her agiel, her face beaming with satisfaction, and almost a look of excitement.   "It will hurt."
Kahlan sighed.  "I know, I have felt an agiel before."
Cara was almost grinning.  "Ha! Not like this you haven't."
Without warning she applied the agiel to the open wound while smiling, almost beaming upon knowing that her companion would be in pain.   She knew this would likely be the only time she would be allowed to touch the Mother Confessor in this manner, and she was enjoying every second of it.  Kahlan held back her tears of pain, knowing it was what Cara wanted.  She wanted to show her that she was tough. Beads of sweat formed at her brow from fatigue, fever, tension, and pain. A few moments later, Cara was finished.   Happy with herself, she resheathed her agiel.   "I'm impressed... you did well.  Even the strongest mord'sith would have fainted."
  Kahlan smiled weakly, nodding before her skin blanched and she toppled over unconscious.
  "Kahlan!?" Asked Cara.
-To Be Continued-
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Rescue me, Confessor
Confessor!reader x the whole Legend of the Seeker gang (Platonic)
(Please note: since Confessors are female, she/her pronouns are used to describe the reader)
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As you sat languishing in the dungeon of the Mord’Sith, you wondered if you’d ever see the sun again. Hearing the clink of metal as you turned your head, you reached up to touch the radahan around your neck. A tear rolled down your cheeks in shame. What use was a confessor who couldn’t control her own gift?
A noise that sounded like footsteps caught your attention, and you strained against your chains to see who it was. It didn’t sound like your supposed new mistress. It had taken the Mord’Sith several weeks to get close to breaking your strong will, which had surprised them as you were outwardly very meek and defenceless.
“She’s wearing white. She must have broken someone.” Your head snapped up as you heard an unfamiliar voice talking about your captor. Would you be rescued?
The intruders made themselves known as they stepped into the light, and soon you heard the clang of a sword against the screeching of the agiel. Slowly, you slinked back to the wall, huddling into yourself and gripping the torn and bloody fabric of your confessor’s dress into a little ball in your hands. You waited with baited breath until the fight was clearly over, tears of relief rolling down your face as you realised that the Mord’Sith had lost.
The clink of your chains alerted the intruders to your presence, and you shrunk back as far as you could as four people approached you. A young man put the sword of truth into his halter, and began to come toward you, intending to take your cuffs off. Although you knew he must be the seeker, you were frightened, and you kicked out at him to keep him away.
“It’s alright, it’s okay, we’re trying to help.” Your eyes flicked over to a dark-haired woman, and you instantly relaxed a little as you realised she was one of your own, the mother confessor. The seeker tried to remove your chains again, and you jerked away with a cry. “Richard, let me.” Kahlan said, holding her hands up to show you she was harmless, “You’re safe with us, we won’t hurt you.” She spoke to you so kindly, so gently, and as she slowly took hold of your hands in the chains, you finally allowed yourself to let go of everything that happened to you, and you began to sob onto her shoulder.
“Zedd, can you remove them?” Kahlan asked, as she held you softly in a hug, rubbing your back soothingly as you let it all out. You felt the release of the chains as your hands fell down to your sides, and you cried out in pain at the stiffness you felt having had your hands bound for so long. “We can’t take her anywhere like this,” Richard added, looking at your cuts and bruises with concern. “I can deal with the worst of it, my boy.” You looked up at the wizard, a small hopeful smile on your face that he could maybe give you some relief from the pain. He waved his hand, and you patted the areas of the worst cuts, smiling as you felt the skin had been healed. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice too hoarse to express your gratitude any louder.
“Wait,” Kahlan turned to the others as she pulled away, “she’s wearing a radahan.” The fourth member of your rescuers, who strangely was a… Mord’Sith, moved towards your former captor, clearly searching her for the key. “Got the key,” the Mord’Sith said, brandishing it in front of the mother confessor. “Thank you, Cara.” Kahlan took the key from her, and reached towards your radahan to unlock it.
“No!” You cried, clasping your hands around the keyhole so she couldn’t get to it. “Please don’t.” Kahlan turned to look at Zedd in confusion. He slowly bent down to your level, “why not, my child?” He reached out to comfort you, but you squirmed away. You couldn’t let anyone but Kahlan touch you. “I… I… can’t control it. I’ll destroy you.” You whimpered, eyes aimed at the floor in shame.
Kahlan’s eyes narrowed as she remained silent for a few seconds, deep in thought before she suddenly gasped and her eyes lit up, as if she had only just recognised you. “Y/N?” She asked, reaching out to stroke your shoulder comfortingly. You nodded, hesitantly offering a small smile. “You know her?” Cara asked, now watching you and the mother confessor more intently. “Yes... I last saw her when she was only nine, when she taken away from Thandore. She was wearing the radahan even then.” She turned away from you, not wanting you to overhear what she told the others next. “Her ability was uncontrollable, even a slight brush of her hand was enough to confess someone.”
“Alright child, we’ll keep this key safe. I think it is time to get you safely away from here,” Zedd said, as the others began to leave. Kahan helped you stand, and allowed you to lean heavily on her as you limped along to get safely into the forest. Once you were far enough away, safely hidden in amongst the trees, Richard and Cara set up a campfire for the evening. Kahlan helped you sit down, as Zedd (while keeping a respectful distance from you) began trying to heal you more properly. Kahlan provided you with water and a light broth to help bring your strength back up, giving you gentle touches of reassurances and smiles. With the mother confessor watching over you, you finally felt safe enough to rest.
As you lay your head down to rest, the group waited patiently until they were certain you were asleep by the soft, steady rising and falling of your chest, before they began to talk about what to do with you. “Having another confessor will be useful,” Cara started, thinking how much quicker combat would be if they had a confessor whose one touch could enslave their enemies. “Y/N is clearly not capable of defending herself, let alone anyone else,” Zedd argued, looking in pity at your weak-looking stature. “She doesn’t need to fight, all she has to do is poke them, Kahlan said so herself!” Cara replied, gesturing towards the confessor exasperatedly.
“We must take her to Aydindril to be trained. She shouldn’t have to live in fear of her power.” Kahlan sighed, looking at you sadly. “She would be too unpredictable to help us. Its more important for her to be capable of fulfilling the role confessors must play, and be able to ensure the survival of the confessor race.” Cara shook her head disapprovingly. “Aydindril is the opposite direction to where we’re supposed to be going!” Richard pulled out his compass, not at all surprised that the direction it was pointing in had changed. “Apparently not.” He burst out before Kahlan had a chance to reply back. “It’s pointing towards Aydindril,” Zedd noted, “I suggest we rest up tonight and allow Y/N a chance to recover, and then we’ll set off for Aydindril at a slow pace tomorrow.”
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