fought a cyclops that entered vernworth, noticed brant. i looted the cyclops and gave him the eye bc i want to raise affinity and i Think it’s a monster part under Interesting. most importantly it’s how i imagine Syl would show appreciation for help in defeating a monster, just digs out the misshapen eye and walk up to the captain grinning like: here I thought you might like this :)
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re the discussion of star wars but particularly obikin attracting transmasc, nonbinary people: i used to joke that my writing journey was my boat ride to being trans but now that i think about it… back when i was like 14/15 and had no other way of gender exploration i took to roleplaying men. anakin was one of the first i dedicated years to understanding and really diving into and suddenly it’s even FUNNIER seeing this conversation going around that obikin was a major inspiration of some sort for others. i don’t know, it was the perfect experience and oh my god anakin skywalker made me trans and queer
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Woke up thinking about dilfs today. Here’s the results of the days work:
It’s no secret that Lambert’s political ideas were…ambitious. And that’s not a bad thing - I think he really wanted to better Faerghus and that his policies were truly for the good of his people.
However, it is also no secret that the western lords were…hesitant. And it’s also no secret that Rodrigue knew this and worried about it more than Lambert did.
So how much time do y’all think Rodrigue spent chasing after Lambert trying to rein him in?
And thus, how much time do you think Matthias spent holding down eastern Faerghus while Lambert charged towards a new future and Rodrigue tried to temper him? How much time did he spend helping in territories so Rodrigue could spend time in Fhirdiad trying to tell Lambert to ease into things instead of charging into them head first? (And this is absolutely no hate to Papa Roddy - I love him and he’s such a good guy and believe me when I say he was doing the Goddess’s work trying to keep Lambert from charging off a cliff; he had decisions to make for the good of Faerghus too and this was one of them)
Rodrigue and Matthias play those roles in Houses though; Rodrigue goes in search of Dimitri while Matthias holds down the fort. To me it doesn’t seem far off that the same thing was true earlier in life.
In addition to that, we know there were two plagues in Faerghus - one Matthias sent his wife up north for and one that killed Dimitri’s mother. We know they had the large Sreng campaign where Rodrigue saved Lambert, that Matthias had Leif for a while, that Duscur occurred, and that Faerghus was utterly destroyed afterwards….
We know Matthias is a margrave before anything else, for better or worse depending on perspective (mostly worse than better). But how many times do you think duty took Matthias away from the boys? How many times did he look up and yet another day was long gone? How many times did he sacrifice today in hopes for a better tomorrow?
I’ve never said Matthias is winning any awards for his parenting, but I often wonder how things like this played a part in it.
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This is Kaladin Stormblessed's song.
I just...al;dkjf;lskdjf;dlskfj I need to scream about this.
The proof is stitched in my scars
I'm strong enough, I'm strong enough
I found myself through the dark
Not giving up, not giving up
I've come to understand
That tragedy's a second chance
My dying breath is where I was born
Now I'm stronger than my storm
This song encapsulates one of the things I love so much about Kaladin: Even though he falls down again and again, even though he loses hope, even though he descends into the dark pit of despair, he keeps pulling himself back up again. There's a storm inside him, but it is his strength. The strength of hope and honor - desperate, vicious things that keep him alive even when sometimes it would be so much easier to let himself be washed away.
I wear my battle scars with pride
Being broken gave me fight
And I refuse to be defined
By what I almost did that night
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forget the morning light
(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial‘s prompt: FFF207. Have a poem this time instead of my usual. Tumblr does not enjoy my formatting so have the original in the images and the text itself below, as far as tumblr will allow it to be replicate Enjoy!)
come.
The moon’s bright, the city’s dark.
between the strike of the clock and the
ringing of the bells, it’s just us.
It’s just a world. so let’s fall in love for tonight.
we don’t need to rule here, we don’t
no blood on our hands, no mantle heavy
around our shoulders, no crown aching
on our heads. yes certainly, we’ll have to come back down, we know
this night can’t last forever,
we know
we have to go back soon.
but not now.
can you see my hand in yours? There’s
so many ways to say I love you;
it’s not always worth saying, except
that you mean it,
and right here, right now,
so do I.
we don’t need to talk about love
or loving. It comes as naturally
as claws to you and words
to me. It’s
just us, it’s just us.
and I will hold you when I can.
And when I can’t, I’ll sing to you where the sun sets
and the moon curls into the darkness and I’ll wait
on the shore till you can hear me again. But for now,
it’s just my hand in yours
and our feet in a dance to the rhythm of the rain.
just us, my love. And we’ll dance
till the music stops,
till the sun rises again.
don’t ask me if we can kiss. we both
know that wasn’t up to us. we all know how
destructive it could be if we ever admitted
out loud,
to wanting a world where we were
everyday. It’s my hand in yours/it’s my fingers
on your bloodied knuckles/it’s yours
scrubbing the ink stains from my callouses.
and the silence of a life well-lived. It’s the sunlight across your bed,
and the glow worms in my floor boards, and your knives in my drawers,
and my pens in your armour. And we’ll dream of a world
where all this could be.
but not for now. lovely one,
no,
do not long for me.
my friend, my heart, we have years
to spend on dreams
that dispel on waking. For now,
my love,
we have a moon.
we have a rain.
and we have each other.
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