"Basically what happens is, Grace and Max are right about to win. They're right about to do it. And then, there's a groaning. In the floorboards. Suddenly, the staircase gives out beneath Grace and Max, and they fall through the floors. They fall stories. Pieces of wood shove through their chests, and they both are killed."

"But keep this in mind, nothing truly dies in the Waylon house. Grace and Max become ghosts, and they're off doing whatever, but they're no longer involved in the tournament."

So.. that Pit Stop in Hatchetfield tag team deathmatch huh.

What ends up happening to Sagewhisker? Does Brokenstar kill her, or does she die of old age?

She still dies of a heart attack, shortly after Brokenkit is weaned. She was actually VERY old; her aunt and mentor, Redthistle, was the Cleric of ShadowClan during Darkstar's Commandment.

Sagewhisker took the role some time during the Crusades, so she's only a year or two younger than Pinestar.

Yellowfang is older, too. She's well into her teens during TPB, BB!Cats have a natural lifespan of like 16 years barring medical problems.

I think it would be very funny if she dropped dead arguing with Lizi, ratio'd so hard she just fucken keels over lmaooo

ah. so elynas and durin really are siblings huh

What if I told you this is only half of ehat I drew today. My Oops! All Ratatoskr pile. My hand hurds so bad

(for reference: All of these are concepts/to get a feel for dynamics and how I wanna draw her!!! Esp that doodle dump at the end!)

Kaeya oftentimes wonders what it must have been like, living in Khaenri'ah. Reading the tales of Khaenri'ahn heroes Jean's shared with him, of things he remembered his father mentioning, helped him picture it all. As did knowledge the Akademiya has of Dahri ruins he managed to get his hands on one way or another years later, during his visit to Sumeru.

just finished listening to cataclysm (i am in shambles)

Raidou XIV really did all that so we could fight our therapist in the Walmart's parking lot 😔

Writing fanfic with like 90% of the plot already planned is so funny but also so painful because every time there’s a mystery I purposefully put into the story as something that will be foreshadowed to revealed and revealed later in just praying people don’t think its a plot hole.

Like for example, the timeline OG Cale and Choi Han living in being different from TBoaH with some similarities. (The major differences being that Lily Henituse is alive, and while the rest of the continent took a pretty hard hit with the war, the Roan Kingdom managed to rebuild some of itself later in the war) , this one is so important because like, things aren’t supposed to be that way! I didn’t change canon for no reason! That happened for a reason! Guys! I swear!

Same thing with like KRS and OG Cale being able to hear eachother since they were young through their dreams, like that also has a reasoning behind it I promiseeee guys I swear😭😭 it’s like my biggest irrational fear that people will think that I’m just doing these things with nothing to back them up even though I know I shouldn’t rlly think abt it too much and just write the story like I intended 😭😭

I feel like a part of writing fanfic, especially LCF fanfic that makes me so nervous is the fact that canon is already and established and really well written universe. If things change, I feel like I need to make it OBVIOUS that they changed on purpose and not cause I’m changing things for the sake of changing them.

Sometimes I re read older chapters and go “wow, the delivery of this line sucked! I should re-write that slightly” because I’ve gotten better at phrasing things but WHAT IF ITS TOO LATEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 when I don’t have a limited vocabulary anymore it’s going to be the day I write something real good

Like I’m reading the early chaoters of [In the Borderline] and it’s like, FUCK some of these things just look like a dues ex machina even though they have reasons behind them.

I think a huge part of it is because of the wording, and how sudden everything is, I should have emphasized the characters confusion to these things to as a way to show that yes, things are off, BUT I DIDNT BECAUSE WHEN I WAS WRITING I FORGOT TO PROOF READ 😭😭😭😭 AND NOW ITS TOO LATEEE

Idk I’m just saying stuff at this point, but I guess my point is for a story like lcf, I want my fanfic to be something good becauee I really love lcf. I want to be able to write a story that shows how much I love the characters and things I want to see happening, but without erasing importance of characters or anything from TCF because I firmly believe that KRS is important no matter what.

There are things I will never change, like KRS being the one to name Raon, KRS being the children averaging whatever years old’s father, KRS having the silver shield(cause I think that’s like THE ancient power that represents him, that and Vitality of the Heart)

In a regression fic like [In the Borderline], where the time line has diverged so much, and in general is a fic that plays the long game when it comes to plot points, I just want it to be clear that everything happens for a reason and that I’ll never change KRS’s importance to the story, cause in that fic, OG Cale and KRS are both so important.

Choi Han too but he’s like, supposed to be cool and mysterious rn I can’t reveal too much abt him and TBoaH and why the world Cale and Choi Han lived in has so many differences from TboaH novel

Btw that post abt how when you're cooking you can feel the measurements with your heart but when you're baking you have to follow the recipe like you're making a bomb is lying I eyeballed this shit SO bad

What Form Of Love Do You Embody ?

love as violence

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

tagged by: @petitsdieu ( <3 ) tagging: @finalslay (you can give me adam or anyone really 🫶)

She knows she's third-wheeling

new cataclysm vid.... crying and crying and crying and crying and

Greywaren Spoilers

kayyyyyy, i am so obsessed with Declan loving Ronan first and also Ronan’s justification for being so angry with Declan when they’re grown because Declan is a liar and then Declan admitting to himself he has been a liar but it was because he couldn’t stand that his happy childhood had been taken from him and how Ronan lying to himself about Bryde and Declan lying to himself about Niall are things they did to protect themselves when they couldn’t except the hand the universe had dealt them in life and these brothers are so complicated and i feel for them so much! 

I think about how the yokai in inazuma are being mistreated by humans and i just

@wandyrlust asked : ’is this what you wanted?’ // hmmm chaol. idk how you feel about him but i realized i should probs throw some of my tog muses at you since i'm blitzing through the series rn lmao

It’s enough to prompt a lazy grin, one he should firmly recognise, one he’s seen many times before ; one he saw for the first day on the face of a girl long lost in darkness, beneath filth and grime only a year in salt mines of hell could offer, one that promises whatever depth of emotion beneath is one he won’t reach.

One that reminds him the girl he used to know, used to love, is not quite here anymore – replaced by something she’s always been beneath, but never properly shown him. Their time together long passed and though she remembers it well, has forgiven him the hurt and anger, can see something not dissimilar to distrust when he watches her. Enough to flare her own guard now, Aelin hiding beneath Celaena’s mask, every wall and guard built back after the time he’d spent to tear them down. He doesn’t know her, he’s made that clear, doesn’t trust her, and she can’t quite blame him – but can’t find it in her to back down and let him back in.

Because if she does, if he rejects her still ( him, who had made her smile when she hadn’t quite remembered how, him, who had opened a long since broken hear to heal ), she’s not quite sure how she might handle that.

“When was the last time what I wanted mattered?”

That smirk lingers now, fingertips brushing back once blonde hair, temporarily copper, shorter than he remembers. There’s no bite to her words, empty of all but apathy – let him hate the mask, don’t let him beneath.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

am in absolute shambles, falling apart at the seams, all because i am a trusting person who wants to help a person i love and adore with all my heart and soul