First post via @professor-pants, second post via @manywinged, tags via @toastsnaffler

“The Fairer Hand,” she intoned, and setting her blade flat across her knee, she knelt. “This is my vow: in life, in death, I am yours.”

fighterZ with lucy 💜

Toxic Yuri Bracket Round 15

HMMMMMMM, what do u guys think of my possible little Barus?

like a handprint on my heart

There are only 20 barhu fics. Only 41 masquerade fics in total. IM GONNA FUCKING STARVE HOW CAN I LIVE LIKE THIS ?!!

the way the great war by taylor swift is SO barhu coded except for the fact that tain hu didn't survived the great war. baru really lost her.

the vine by ada limón is so barhu

Can't believe no one wants to go to the ball with my wet rat cringe fail daughter baru cormorant

I misremembered Ihuake calling Tain Hu 'Baru's dog', but this will suffice

"She leaned across the table, drawing him in. Saw his lips part, his eyes half-close. Felt his chin lift in her grip. Disappointed him, perhaps, by whispering in his ear instead:-"

Baru x Hu shipper but specifically

(spoilers for The Monster and The Tyrant)

Baru x the introjected personality of her dead wife as the voice of rationality and the indominable urge to flirt with all women all the time

not to have barhu brainrot but “you can kiss a hundred boys in bars/ shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling / you can can say it’s just the way you are / make a new excuse, another stupid reason / well, good luck babe! / you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” is about her full stop.

i mean come on. girl spent an entire book drunk, refusing to even THINK about her feelings, getting any crumb of pussy that comes her way, generally just being the worst version of herself stuck in a grief stricken fugue - only to nearly destroy the known world, purging it of every man woman and child she had promised tain hu to liberate. she wanted so bad to be worthy, to be whole, to be untouchable and unreachable by pain that she nearly did stop the world. barhu’s grief nearly became the world’s, a woman’s destruction writ large. only once she looked inwards and saw her own ravaged internal landscape could she realize that the world would not heal without her healing first.

so the unhinged asshole who’s been sending me terrible ‘love’ ‘poetry’ every few years since fucking middle school (that’s like 12 years ago now) and 'threatening’ to kill himself reappeared again, and this time the facebook account he used isn’t a throwaway but once he’s been actually inhabiting for a while now. and uh.

motherfucker posts ben shapiro and trans panic garbage literally 24/7. only other thing on there is lame gamer-as-my-whole-identity shit.

I know I can’t actually reply to his messages bc any actual contact with me would only work his sorry as up more & that might be unsafe, considering, but it’s taking everything I have not to reply something along the lines of “hi loser it’s nice to see you haven’t grown a personality in over a decade + cringe + fail + L + ratio + I sleep in the arms of my trans partner every night + you and the fearmongers you look up to are nothing but the last spasms of a dying ideology that’s anathema to everything that makes life worth living and if we don’t defeat you in the end and Gaia dies bloody I want my life to have been a talon in the eye of everything you stand for”. ahem.

said partner advised me to show the reception ppl at my job his photo + give them his name so he can’t get in if it’d gotten into his head to track me down which I guess he COULD do because of fucking linkedin of all things lol

imaging getting gay married + having gay sex for the first time + getting gay widowed all in the span of a few days. baru doesn’t have to imagine