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eerna · 2 months

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hello! this ask ended up becoming a very long tangent so feel free to ignore it lmao. just had some thoughts on tpt and idk who else to rant to

i feel like i generally enjoyed tpt but also agree w a lot of criticism ive seen about it (was definitely put off by wrens lack of agency and so disappointed that we didnt see her reunite w her parents…that phone call w her mom was the most emotionally evocative scene for me in the first book and lowkey made me cry).

idk if someone already brought this up but a small thing that bothered me was that the thistlewitch’s bargain with oak never came back to bite him or was even mentioned again. specifically the exchange where she asked him to grant her a request upon becoming king, and he agreed since he didnt plan to be king anyway even though she implied she’d seen otherwise in his future. i get that this is foreshadowing ultimately that oak would become a king through marrying wren rather than inheriting, but it surprised me that the ramifications of him thus having to put his money where his mouth is re:thistlewitch never actually come up when he has the whole ‘oh i’d still be a king by marriage’ realization in tpt.

like it seems like it should be plot relevant that oak is now indebted to a hag who is somewhat implied to be conspiring (or at least affiliated) with mother marrow / bogdana, given that he specifically questions why mother marrow sent him off to the thistlewitch to get info, when she already could have told him that wren had melliths heart. idk was that part ever explained? i listened to the audiobook so if it was i might have zoned out or something, but i lowkey kept expecting that piece to be revealed as part of the hag conspirators’ plan

i guess that its just a red herring having finished the book now, but i was still confused that oak never even reflects back on it in his inner monologue at some point, especially when he realizes that he is still on track to becoming a king when he marries wren? like the book just ends with him being like ‘i guess ill be a king :) for you :)’ so i suppose hes either forgotten about the thistlewitch or doesnt care

maybe i read far too much into this one interaction or just missed something. but idk it just seems like a missed opportunity and/or dropped plot line to me and i really feel like that red string corkboard charlie day meme just thinking about it.

thank u for reading if you got through it all :,)

No worries, I enjoy reading ppl's takes in my inbox, be it positive or negative~ SAME the Thistlewitch was the BACKBONE to all my TPT predictions and then she ended up irrelevant. Then when the entire consort VS king/queen topic popped up I was like OH SMART, this could be a good middle ground. But no. Despite all his best attempts at avoiding it, he is still getting a crown, hence the hags can still collect that boon one day. And what if the boon is "Reignite the Court of Teeth's insurgence and march against Elfhame and put your hag bride on the throne". What then.

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk tfota #the prisoner's throne spoilers #like ok his main reason for not wanting to be king of elfhame is bc his family fell apart bc of the title so you can say he isn't anti bein #king just anti being king of ELFHAME. but also. this isn't really stated as an option in the book. he doesn't CARE about ruling.#neither oak nor wren makes sense as a ruler what a dumb dumb ending for their arcs

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ash-etherwood · 2 years

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Zeit für die Paare! Bei denen ich obviously mal wieder sehr horny war! Yaaay! That’s 2021 me, baby! Und das war auch endlich alles! Wahoo.

DAY 26 : Sora/Delta + 🗼 – Okay, passt auf, die Lore ist folgende: Sora und Delta waren zusammen auf einem Date im Katzencafé in Harajuku oder so ähnlich und Delta hat, weil sie so brav war, ein Souvenir bekommen (und wahrscheinlich auch noch zusätzlich drei Katzen unter ihrem Pullover mitgehen lassen) und sie sind gerade auf dem Weg nachhause, wo Jade schon für sie alle das Abendessen vorbereitet hat. <3 Und ich LIEBE die Outfits und Haare hier so sehr und es ist eines meiner Lieblingsbilder. ^w^

DAY 27 : Tave/Acorn + 😀 – Auch ein Lieblingsbild aus diesem Inktober … erstens, weil ich Cheddar Popcorn so sehr liebe und zweitens, weil … es auch einfach so fucking gut aussieht … endlich hält Tave mal seinen Boyfriend lovingly!!! So wie er es verdient!!! Und es ist basically dieselbe Prompt wie letztes Jahr mit Astrid. :-D Lächel doch mal, du großer, grummeliger, wunderschöner Mann. (///:

DAY 28 : Caravel/Turis + ⚰️ – Ich bin so mad, weil dieses Bild eigentlich so ein geiles Konzept hatte, aber ich es aus irgendeinem Grund richtig verkackt habe … )‘: Da passt einfach alles hinten und vorne nicht, aber wenigstens farbliches Overlay, I guess … obligatory I hate Turis rant blah blah you know the drill …

DAY 29 : Artemisia/Matilda + ✋ – Hier hab ich mit den Prompts dann endgültig aufgegeben und war nur so „Yepp, da sind auf jeden Fall Hände auf dem Bild!“ 8DD It’s horny on main time again. Love me some Hannibal-Lecter-Misi … oder was auch immer da los ist … ich weiß es doch auch nicht, ich bin doch nur gay. )8

DAY 30 : Barnacle&Wren + 😣 – Dieses Bild hab ich einfach nur dazu genutzt, um Gesichtsausdrücke zu üben tbh. :-D Endlich haben sie ihre Seife bekommen … und Fir hat im Hintergrund wahrscheinlich auch schon zehn Stück verdrückt. Dabei sahen die so lecker aus. :-/ (Ich shippe Barny und Wren strictly platonic, because Barny is aroace and Wrenchen is a lesbian but they still love each other and they are besties. uwu)

DAY 31 : Glory/June + ❄️ – RIP Glorys heißer Glühwein/Kakao/whatever. u_u Aber ich bin ein sehr großer Freund von ihrem Outfit hier. :3 Und Junie ist auch einfach nur süß und chaotic.

#sketch #sterbende teenager #inner shadober 2021 #nsfw.#oder so keine ahnung

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lucy-the-cat · 3 years

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Lover’s Curse Chapter Six - Phantom Hands

Content Warning: Third Base Mare Maven’s touch flares anew after Iris exits, gentle, warm, and rancid. I scrub my flesh, but he never leaves. His hands ghost over my skin, everywhere a tentative kiss, a hesitant nip. His sadness spills into me and onto the floor, and I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as he begged me to stay.

Traitor.

Filthy traitor.

I sit in the shower an hour more. Steam my nostrils. Lather my skin. He’s in my head, and he’s never coming out. I scrub my arm until it bleeds.

The healer doesn’t ask how I hurt it.

There’s a new tension to our nightly sessions. Maven stays later and later, never asking, always lingering longer than he should. He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows he’s picking at a wound. It doesn’t stop him.

He looks like a corpse. Acts like one. He stumbles through the day on less and less sleep, to my delight and Iris’s dismay. She comes when he does not, pacing, ranting, thankful to be with the one other person who can get away with insulting him. So many mistakes for her to undo.

He keeps coming.

Maven slumps onto my desk, breathing softly. Moonlight washes the cruelty from his face, Merandus eyes hidden beneath weary lids. Dark lashes nestle in the crook of his cheek. If I didn’t know better, I’d think him gentle.

I used to.

My eyes flicker towards him despite myself. His arms can’t make a comfortable pillow, especially not against hard wood. He’ll wake with as many aches and pains as I do.

That night, I kissed those lids. I bade him lie as he does now and kissed away his tears, destroyed them until he had no more left to cry. But grief can always dig a new well.

I don’t wanna see this.

He wakes under a blanket, surrendered from my newly-bare bed. His eyes flicker from it to me. “I’m never cold. You shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You must have been freezing.” Maven tugs the blanket from his frame, shoving it my direction. “Take it. Please.”

“Keep it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I don’t want it anymore,” I snap. “You’ve touched it.”

He stills. I can’t read the emotions in his eyes, the memories I have stirred. I don’t want to. His eyes linger on the floor. “I’ve touched you.”

Neither of us speak as he exits.

I find them folded atop my bed, nestled beneath a note and a misshapen bottle. Hand sanitizer, a label tells me, along with instructions for use. In case I touch you again.

The substance stinks as I lather my fingers, but I don’t care. I don’t care how painful the words must have been to write. I don’t care how soft the new blankets are, tightly woven with fleece and silk worth several years’ wages.

His hands finally leave. The rest of him does not.

My ribs hurt when I wake. The Skonos that attends me now is not as skilled as Wren, though even she had trouble erasing all my aches and creaks. I’ve aged 50 years in six months, and the morning threatens to add another ten.

If I must die, I’m taking him with me.

Summerton is aflutter today, servants whispering amongst each other in the halls. My Arvens will not let me close enough to listen, so I content myself with the glimpses I catch through my window. A victory? A defeat? A betrayal?

Maven visits me at nightfall, darkness clinging to his frame. The Shadow Prince, he once called himself, and the title is fitting. None are as wasted, as haunted, as desperate to attach and never let go.

None but me.

“Make it quick. You’re cutting into my sleep.” I huddle under my blankets, scowling. “Am I allowed sleep? Are you claiming it as yours now?”

He settles at the foot of my bed, unfazed. “My cousin has returned. And he was thoughtful enough to bring a gift.”

“I don’t want any gifts.”

“How self-centered.” He shakes his head. “The gift was for me, Mare.”

“‘Me, Mare.’” My voice is high and mocking. “You’re stealing my name too?”

Maven ignores me. “It was in very good taste. Samson is interrogating him as we speak.” He chuckles. “There must not have been time on the journey.”

I stiffen.

“I’m deciding on a date for his execution. It’s a delicate window. Time enough to stir excitement, but not so long to risk escape.” He strokes his chin. “And of course, time enough to torture him with the dread.”

My blanket is poor protection from him and his horrible words. I tug it over my head, smothering my ears with the pillow. Don’t say his name. Don’t say his name.

Fingers poke between the fabric, and my nerves stand on end. They never reach me, but they linger on the outskirts, taunting, teasing. He won’t touch me. He’s too much of a coward, terrified what he might discover.

He should be scared.

Maven lifts the blanket enough to peer inside, eyes blue, hollow, and dark as whirlpools. “You weren’t friends. You didn’t trust each other. You never confided in him, never acknowledged his pain. Why should Cal mean anything to you?” He softens. “I know you far better.”

My hands clasp around his wrists, pushing him to the nearest wall. His flamemakers chafe against my palms. Good. He won’t be able to reach for them.

The blanket binds us together as I press closer. His breath comes in heady pants. Something pulsates like a spark catching fire, and I realize it’s his heartbeat. “Do you think you know me, Maven?”

“I know what you’ve become.”

“Do you?” My hands tangle his hair, forcing his head back and beneath mine. “Do you know what I’m capable of? Do you know--” He shivers. “How much I want to hurt you?”

His eyes glaze. “Pull harder.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” I bite his neck, savoring the hard bone beneath his supple flesh. If only his blood bruised as easily as mine.

“You should.” A hand glides through my hair and rests at my waist. “Your life would be easier. Less painful.”

“And you’d be happier.” My voice is gentle as wisteria on a moonlit night, gentle as our breaths mixing as I brush my lips against his. “Fuck that. Burn for me.”

His gaze swallows me whole, and I’m drowning in him, all of him, the abused child, the monster, the shadow of the flame. His gentle hands. His bitter tears. His scathing tongue.

“As long as we burn together.”

I rip his shirt open, each button a shield my wrath scorches away. There will be no more layers between us. He discards it, and before I know it, I’m lying underneath him. His fingers tease the hem of my blouse, rolling it upwards with tortuous slowness.

He wants me to watch. To know that however much I hurt him, he’s taking from me too.

“I love it when you’re angry.”

“I’ll love it when you’re dead.”

Maven chuckles. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I seize his hands, rolling until I’m on top. My shoulders are bare but for my bra straps, and I nibble his ear. “I could kill you. I could wrap my hands around your pretty neck and squeeze until you burst.” I unclasp his flamemakers. “Would you let me?”

He hesitates.

“That’s what I thought.” I glide a hand over his cheek. “Let me see your eyes.”

Maven complies, nestling his fingers in my hair as he gives me a misty, half-lidded gaze. One designed to hurt.

“Close them.”

He jolts. “What?”

“You heard me. Close your eyes, and keep them closed. I don’t want you to see what I’m doing to you.” I smirk. “If you like something, you better scream.”

“So long as you close your mouth,”

I still. “I--”

“None of that,” he murmurs against my lips. “If you agree, nod.”

Maven enjoys me flustered and angry, and I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I guide his fingers past my remaining layers to my core, not flinching, not twitching, immovable as stone. Heat flares as he presses. “No talking. But moaning is appreciated.” His forehead gleams with sweat. “Spread your legs for me, Mare.”

I clench them shut.

Maven growls, pulling away. Our limbs entangle, snared in a web of our own making. I pin him down, and his eyelids flutter. “Close,” I whisper.

He obeys.

My hips rock against his, rough and sudden. He swears, neck arching, straining to regain control. I press harder, but make no move to unzip. My fingers trace letters at his throat. B. E. G.

“No.”

Beg. Teeth tear bruises on his cheeks to match those under his eyes. He’s right. I do know his face better than Cal’s. I will make it unrecognizable.

Maven pants, skin flushed with arousal, lips parted, squirming in a puddle of tangled limbs and sweat. His lashes slide open again, and my tongue caresses his ear. “I told you to scream if you like something.”

“Mare.” A whisper. “Mare, please. I--” A hitch. “I can’t bear it any longer.”

I nuzzle his throat. “Bear what?”

“Mare.” Hands grip my cheeks, blood thrumming as he forces my gaze to his. “Fuck me.”

I still.

“Fuck me.” The words are breathless, surprised as I am. “Fuck me like you’re all that tethers me to Earth. Fuck me like I’ll shatter into painful glass shards. Fuck me like you can’t stop until you consume me.

“Until I become yours.”

Yours. Maven never asked to be that before. The brand smolders at my collarbone, and I trace the edges. “Do you want one?”

He opens his mouth, then blinks. “I don’t know.”

“You--” Nope. Not going there. “You have hands. Undress yourself.”

They stray to my waist. “Shall I undress you too?”

Say no. He’ll be angry, betrayed, but he'll pull away. We'll pick a new mind game to play, one we understand. I hadn't realized we would escalate this far.

“I will.”

We toss our pants aside, sliding together in bliss and pain. Neither of us speak. Neither of us lie. Neither of us can unsee the emotions and desires we reveal in the dark.

By morning, he is gone.

I might be gone too.

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threads-of-trust · 3 years

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HUH

The collar spent a moment on the floor, before it is yanked back through the opening, bringing air with it. Salient, the intended target, had completely vanished without a trace. It was as if he was never even there. With him gone, the trial would come to an unusual end. There's no one to execute. No blackened to punish. Everything just... stalled.

“..... Wot?” Iyabo blurted out, breaking the silence after staring at the spot where Salient once stood. “That’s not ‘posed ta happen, right..?” She took a step back, looking to her left and noticing that Finn was gone now as well. “Eh!? Finn? Finn..! Ya bloody sheepdog where’d ya go!?” She asked aggressively, unnerved by the quiet.

Putri stared as Fay faded away from existence in her corner while crying, blinking in surprise. “... Something is amiss.” She bit her lip, rapidly looking at the rest of the group to tell who would be next or if it would grind to a halt.

Wren was gripping at their hair, unable to process what was going on. They let out forced chuckles, not sure how to react to the current situation. Then, they too vanished.

Hiyoko watched in awe as one by one everyone disappeared. "W-What the hell is going on?!" She yelled, hugging herself as a small form of comfort. She looked around anxiously to whoever would be next. Right before her eyes, a confused Leigh vanished from sight, only making her freak out more.

Hajime was just as freaked out, his eyes darting to everyone wondering just what was happening. He hated not knowing what was going on... "What- how is this..?" He stammered, stumbling back anxiously.

Angie looked up with teary eyes, her expression one of surprise until she looked down at her fading body as well. “Ah... it is my time...” The artist clasped her hands together in prayer as she fell into oblivion.

Vanessa practically threw herself at Ivy, clinging onto her as if her life depended on it. For a moment, she could feel Ivy embracing her in return. Then, she felt herself hit the ground. “...I-Ivy...?” Looking up, she saw no trace of her sister. After taking a moment to process it all, she cried out in anguish, before her hands went to cover her sobbing face.

Miu gawks in horror as everyone disappears one by one, only to begin to feel her arms going numb themselves. She looked down and felt her heart sink. She was fading away. “N-No... no, no, no...” She repeated, stumbling forward to the nearest person, clinging onto them for dear life. This person so happened to be Hajime. “I-I don’t wanna go, I can’t go yet-! I-I’m not-! I-I-! I-I never got to-!” She sputtered out desperately with tears streaming down her face, but it was too late. Miu was gone.

Hajime stood in awe, staring wide eyed at where Miu was. He blinked back his own tears, but that's when it hit him. He knew how this was possible. The only question left was.. what await him when he too disappeared? He had a feeling about what it could be.

Ryan sighed, glancing down at himself. He was the next to fade out. “...I’m sorry, Almy.” A tear falls down his face and hits the ground as he disappears. A notebook follows suit, before that too disappears.

Aditi blinked her surprise away, looking down at her now ghostly hands. “I’ve eluded you a while..” She mumbled in reference to death itself. The only thing she did was look to Hajime and nod, as if handing over the torch for him to solve this himself. And, she faded away last.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! How am I supposed to continue now!? Help me out here, man! This wasn't supposed to-"

A gunshot interrupts Monokuma's rant. The bear slams against the back of his throne, before falling forward. A bullet hole is plain to see on his red eye.

Spy stared at where Monokuma once sat, aiming a now smoking pistol at the throne. After a moment, he let his arm drop, before unloading the firearm and placing it on his podium.

"...honestly? Fuckin' hated working for the guy."

#🧪salient carcin: ultimate chemist⚗#🐾iyabo gelia: ultimate zoologist🏝#🌊finn nguyen: ultimate surfer🏄‍♂️#🔥putri: ultimate fire dancer🌺#🌠fay thuse: ultimate astrologist❤️#🃏wren cieder: ultimate cardist🪄#👘hiyoko saionji: ultimate traditional dancer🎇#🩺leigh niente: ultimate doctor✨#🌅hajime hinata: ultimate hope🔆#🎨angie yonaga: ultimate artist🖌#🌸vanessa: ultimate ???🌐#❄ivy: ultimate ???💻#🛠miu iruma: ultimate inventor💖#📓ryan taln: ultimate cryptologist💾#🎲aditi: former ultimate despair🥀#🧸monokuma: the headmaster☯️#🗡spy: ultimate sniper🎵#✉woven messages: ask🧵#🎭frayed threads: anonymous❓

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turtwig387 · 4 years

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Fangirl

So I picked up this book called Fangirl from Barnes and Noble the other day along with the first Harry Potter...

It's about a girl named Cath and how she's going to start college without her twin sister Wren by her side. Her and her sister are very close but Wren decided she didn't want to be roommates in college and wants to meet new people.

Cath doesn't have friends outside of vaguely-mentioned internet friends and boyfriend named Abel who's going to a different school.

She's a Simon Snow fan, a fiction that exists in their world and she has posters and writes popular fanfiction -- the whole deal.

In the beginning she seems to have a complex relationship with not having friends or really knowing anyone at the school, like... she's aware she doesn't know anyone, she doesn't exactly want to meet people or socialize, she has anxiety and refuses at first to go to the dining hall where other people are. (And I guess none of that is really as complex as it felt when I was reading it).

It's what you could expect from who she is and her situation, but if she doesn't know anyone and doesn't want to meet anyone she'll never know anyone...

She's overly cautious and pretty reserved, she seems to shut people out and be somewhat cold to people trying to interact with her, and she has a problem with how her sister is "branching out" and "wanting to meet new people" ("you make it sound like she broke up with you", her roomate said) which is giving me so many conflicting feelings and I don't know where I was going with this!

I'm on page 50-something and I highly reccomend the book even though it's htting very close to home for me and making me emotional, but that's all the more reason to recommend it!

It can be bought here https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/fangirl-rainbow-rowell/1114258557?ean=9781250073785

If you want the nearly-twenty-dollar special-edition hard-cover like I bought, follow that!Paper back and other cheaper versions are available via the same link! Just choose from the options which version you want to buy!

This wasn't originally going to be a book recommendation, I was just going to rant about how her sister "leaving" her and how she doesn't really have friends at the new place/school hurts me, like actually makes me tear up because AHHH but you know, the book making me FEEL is an accomplishment in itself and deserves a recommendation.

#fangirl by rainbow rowell #currently reading #book recommendations #book review #painful writer #my writing #sorta #I wrote this review #my post #Fangirl

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freakpaw · 5 years

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WrenBlue, FalconBerry, HollyMinnow, HoneyLoon, and HalfCinder!

Wren/Blue: 💓 - i like it

They’re cute, but I get a lot of young love vibes from them so I can’t see it go beyond a surface level love, yanno.

Falcon/Berry: 💕 - i’m neutral to it

Ok, so like, I don’t know Falcon at all and I have no reason to get invested in them. It’s kind of the same as Wren/Blue with the whole young love vibe except they already seem like. they really depend on each other, esp Falcon, to just function normally, and because of that it comes off as kind of rushed and desperate to me? If you take a step back it can seem like Falcon is only staying with Berry because she has nowhere else to go and she’s hiding from her brother, and Berry seems much too conflicted about it for it to be healthy imo.

Holly/Minnow: 💕 - i’m neutral to it

Sorry! I don’t know Minnow at all and I’ve rarely seen them together! I’m not super invested in either character. I like Hollyfur because of the history she has w my ocs but beyond that I can’t really say anything about them. ;w;

Honey/Loon: 💗 - i love it

I’ve already ranted a lot about them in past ask memes so I’ll spare you what you already know but... I love them! They’re so cute together! They’re still not mates because Honey still hasn’t talked to her kids yet but.... one day. I really love their dynamic and the general joy and happiness that their interactions generate -- a rare feat in Threeclans -- so it’s not Super Deep or anything but it’s sweet and it’s fun!

Half/Cinder: 💓 - i like it

I like the concept of it, to be more concrete! I love me a good ol One Night Stand plotline and I’m so glad it doesn’t always have to be drama or heartbreak, but I also think it should be something more there, you know? Half and Cinder aren’t complete strangers - they even bonded over Wasp, if you can call that bonding - so it kind of seems odd to me that it was just a one night thing? Though on another level it still seems like the true ending - at least from Cinders side of the story: losing his mate, finding someone who understands and getting some comfort from it? Sign me up! But that still leaves Halfs side of it a mystery: why? Was he just horny? Did he just wanna Do That? It seems almost forced, considering Half doesn’t have any real or good motive (that I can see) to do it. But still, I think they’d make a cute couple if they decided to just settle for each other! They’re good friends (from what I understand), and I can’t imagine either finding a new love after all this time, so settling for someone you like and who understands how you feel might be the best option for them.

#halfstream #cinderstar #wrenpaw #bluepaw #falconwing #berryclaw #honeyflame #loonwind #nettleclan #creekclan #jaggedclan #ask meme #ship meme #alathean

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