the world needs more depictions of Rennala fighting tbh
during the war, girly was able to hold off the Radicalboi, genocider of the Giants, who was being backed by a literal god. and her moon spell requires the most stats out of everything
I just love how her peacetime personality is just studying astrology, running the Academy and being a doting mother, then war starts and she stands up to the most powerful warlord of the time
she's an absolute badass
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Anybody want a royalty au with a side of curses and fucked up soulmates..... King Dirk and his personal knight Dave based on rp🫶
- Dirk is cursed with something that has been very creatively called Red Miles
- At 13 Dirk's father (Alpha Dave) died to this curse, leaving him to need to shape up and take the crown (officially became king at 16, was cursed as well soon after)
- The curse starts at the extremities and moves across the body pretty quick makes mere touch very painful. The end goal of the curse is to eventually reach the heart, which obv kills u
- Dirk and Dave are cousins, their dads/bros are brothers
- Bro is actually on a revenge quest after D is killed, just- poof, never heard from again.
- When Dave finally finds out about Dirk's curse (bc the mf hides it) he decides "Welp if you're dying then I'm dying with you🫡" and proceeds to bind their souls together (Dirk is Not Happy About This)
- It's okay tho a cure will be found🫶
- @nintendont2502 hi Milo I finally posted it lmao
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Young adult Lincoln Li-Wilson gets a call in the middle of the night from a friend he hasn't talked to in years: Taylor Swift.
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please heed the warnings in the tags. thank you! <3
Link stares at his phone.
His phone with an incoming call from a friend he hasn’t properly spoken to in at least three years.
Taylor Swift.
He swipes to answer, hand shaking.
They didn’t have a falling out, just… drifted.
But to be frank, Link misses him constantly.
“Taylor?”
“Link?”
“Yeah, it’s me… uh… what’s up?”
“Can—um—can you come over?”
What.
Link hasn’t even seen Taylor since graduation.
Why would Taylor want him to come over right now?
It couldn’t be for a hook-up either—Taylor knows he’s ace.
But then he hears unsteady breathing on the other end.
“Is everything okay?”
“Um—I—”
Link hears a sob. His stomach drops.
“No. I—I need help… I didn’t know who to call. Sorry—I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
“It’s okay, Taylor, just breathe.”
He doesn’t follow that instruction, because Link hears more sobs and gasps.
“Okay. Listen to me, Taylor. Text me your address. I’ll be there soon.”
“Mmkay… my back door is unlocked.”
“That seems unsafe.”
“I know. Anyway I—I’m in the… the bathroom. You’ll see it when you walk in.”
“Okay, I’m coming, just keep breathing.”
“I’m trying.”
Link gets Taylor’s address and drives over right away.
The backdoor is unlocked, and Link locks it once he’s inside.
This place is big .
It’s a condo on the bottom floor of the building, and it looks expensive .
Link isn’t surprised.
He finds the bathroom easily, and knocks before turning the knob and opening the door.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out, laying eyes on Taylor, curled up sobbing next to a shit ton of pill bottles scattered across the floor. “Taylor, did you take something?” he asks, kneeling down in front of Taylor and brushing his much longer hair away from his face to get a look in his eyes.
He shakes his head quickly. “No, no, no, I didn’t, I called you instead,” he says between gasps. “I—I—I can’t breathe—”
“Taylor, Taylor, hey ,” Link cups his face with his hands and looks him in the eyes, “it’s gonna be alright, I promise. You’re sure you didn’t take anything?”
He nods, sobbing again.
“I’m gonna pick you up and take you to the couch, okay?”
He nods again.
Link scoops him up just as easily as he did way back when. In fact, Taylor seems slightly lighter than before.
He kicks some clothes out of the way and sets Taylor down on the couch, sitting across from him.
“Sorry I— fuck —I know we haven’t talked in years I just—I haven’t been as close with anyone since you,” Taylor says, wiping his tears and trying to steady his breathing.
Link grabs hold of Taylor’s hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing. “Taylor, what happened?”
He can’t help but cry himself asking it.
“I—I just, I kept feeling like there was no point anymore. And—and I couldn’t shake it. I’m all alone, and I don’t know why I did this to myself. I miss Mom, I miss you, I miss everyone, and I—I just…” he pauses to catch his breath, and fails but barrels on, “I’m so fucked up in the head, Link. I keep having nightmares about sophomore year. I dropped out of college because I wouldn’t stop having panic attacks during class. I—I wanted it all to be over. I still do. I still do . That’s why I—I needed you.”
Link doesn’t know what to say.
Holding back a sob, he hugs Taylor as tight as he can, thankful he’s still here and alive .
“I miss my mommy ,” Taylor sobs into Link’s shoulder. “I miss her. I miss her. I miss her so much.”
“She still live at your old address?”
Taylor nods.
“Come on,” Link says, getting up.
“Where are we going?”
“My car. I’m taking you home.”
Taylor nods with a wobbly, “Thank you.”
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