#「v: oath.」

[kiivg]

.thers a blight happening or smth idk.

[quixoticanarchy]

given that thing in LaCE about elves being able to tell others are married by looking in their eyes do you think that Fëanor and his sons’ oath shows in their eyes

[redrobin-detective]

This is an announcement and a promise: if you are a bad nurse, I am coming for you. If you are rude and judgemental to patients, deny them basic human decency you will face my wrath. If you take shit care of them, think you know better than not only the patients and your coworkers but the whole medical team then you cannot hide from me. I will find you and I will go toe to toe with you bc even the worst human alive deserves care and respect and I will beat that lesson into you and maybe make you grow a heart.

[t0bey]

fuck it embalmer coa swap concept doodle

[pcrfumebcttles]

"Everyone got their invitations? Wanna make sure this shindig goes off without a hitch."

"I got all of mine!"

"All packed up. Alright cuties. Let's head out."

While Valentine's Day may be a day for couples, today we're celebrating a very different pair! Join us at Cloud 9 to celebrate the birthday of The Conway Twins, Allison & Callob!

Enjoy Confections prepared by The Lovely Daisy George! Dance the night away to a sea of enjoyable music provided by Clementina Neroni.

Help The Conway Family wish the twins a joyous birthday and don't forget to provide them with a little treat!

Hope to see you there for a night you wouldn't wanna miss!!

[Event: Cup Twins Birthday Bash! Febuary 14th-16th!]

[prcttyinpcnk]

Nervous fingers gently drum against the counter as she stares at the door to the pizza shop with a sense of unease and impatience. Today was the day. The day Harper and Peppino met. Something she agreed to.

Now despite Phiona painting herself a soldier of love and justice, she's still, at the end of the day, a teenage girl. And, teenage girls tend to look at the love of their lives through rose-tinted glasses. So, while she painted a picture that her beloved Harper was perfect in every way and the soul of her soul, her darling adoptive father was... a little less than convinced. She understood why. Her mothers were much the same, being overprotective of their precious baby girl... Even so, if Harper can win over the elusive fire bard and the patron saint of winter itself, then maybe it could go well with Peppino... she hopes.

@prcttyinpcnk > @rcseteaparty > @lultimagoccia

[hale-my-nathan]

Trump Weird News - JD - Justices Judging

Justices judge because of Common Law Traditions, Marbury v. Madison, and obligations to "support and defend the Constitution."

[carelesscuriosity]

Porter and the Ratgrinders lowkey give alt right pipeline

[like-icarus-burns]

Cirelka Chronicles (original)

i think i'll post once a week or so! don't hold me to that but that's my goal. this little bit takes place sometime after the last part lol. you meet cedar's mom and sister!!!

his mom doesn't have a name atm so lmk any ideas?

prev wc: 1,441

current wc: 4,053 (and counting, i'm not done writing today)

“How was the farseer?” she asks, sufficiently distracting Cedar.

“She was good, talked me through every marking she gave me,” he explains, smiling tensely. His mother looks like she’s about to request more information from him, but Ramsey talks over her before she can.

“Verda is a very talented farseer, we’re fortunate that she agreed to do your markings,” she tells him, and he nods.

“She told me she was going to listen to what the magic wanted,” he responds to his mother’s unasked question. She nods, but still looks slightly annoyed at their request being circumvented.

Ramsey speaks up, “Well, you know that the markings that help best are the ones that the farseer choose.” It’s true, in a way. Or maybe there’s confirmation bias, Cedar honestly doesn’t know. “There are cases where the Crossroads goes wrong, and each devotee either didn’t have a farseer mark them, or was marked with something other than what the farseer chose. In one, the devotee got overwhelmed by his magic and was forced to shift into a beast,” she explains, Cedar perking up as she continued.

“A beast?” he asks, wondering what it would be like if that happens to him. He shivers imagining his parents reaction; at least he’d know that the All Mother had chosen him, he supposes. It would give his parents what they want.

“Mhm, described as a dire wolf,” she elaborates, gesturing to emphasize her point. Cedar grabs the pot from his mothers hands and scoops himself a portion. “Another time, the magic overwhelmed the Ritual itself, with—”

“That’s enough, Ramsus,” his mother cuts her off sharply, startling Cedar as he’s about to hand off the pot to Ramsey, causing his grip to slip. He’s not even watching the pot fall, too busy staring at his mother, startled. The crash of the pot barely registers as he gapes at his mother.

He’s never heard her sound like that before. He’s heard her get angry, furious, even, but this isn’t that. This is colder. Cedar swallows thickly, glancing between his sister and his mother. He wonders what Ramsey was going to say that could cause his mother to snap in such a way. It’s been years since Ramsey stopped going by the name unbecoming of the woman she was. Cedar can’t think of a time that his mother has called her anything except Ramsey.

“Atinea will choose you to become one of her blessed children,” his mother assures him, face contorting into a facsimile of a smile. He wonders if she thinks that he’s worried about it in the same way she is, or if his mother knows that he dreads either outcome.

Still, Cedar forces himself to smile, pretending to be soothed by the words, “Of course, mother,” he says, hoping his voice doesn’t sound as tense as he feels.

tags: @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflower-eddiediaz @estrellami-1

lmk if you wanna be added! (or removed)

[levi4mikasa]

In the name of love....

🌸Artist: sakuragawanaa collection [Oath]

Artisit on Pixiv

[wyrdweavings]

In case anyone out there needs a copy

The U.S. Constitution, pasted in from the copy at the U.S. National Archives (you never know when the site might be taken down): We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and…

[t0bey]

thinking about a baldurs gate FE3H au where war phase edelgard dimitri claude and byleth get abducted onto the nautaloid mid-battle and get tadpoled. partially bc im a sucker for DND and partially bc war phase dimitri being forced not to attempt to kill edelgard on sight so they can figure out how not to become mind flayers sounds INCREDIBLY funny to me

[r3golith2]

Tbh if you're a doctor, especially if you're a woman, and you don't support abortions you should quit your job and never use your medical license again.

[prcttyinpcnk]

Going steady.

“...And the petals are falling like freshly fallen snow, a soft blanket that as soft as my heart~”

Phiona sighs, gently snuggling up to Harper, before adjusting her new hat. A tiara’s nice, but you can’t beat a pink rancher hat with giant flowers. At least, in Phiona’s eyes, you can’t. Especially when it’s a gift from her wonderful girlfriend. Speaking of which, Phiona gently closes her new poetry book, using the ornate dagger as a bookmark.

Her green-brown eyes look up at Harper and butterflies start to flutter into her stomach. She was scared. She was unsure of herself. Even so, this needs to be done, and needs to be said. 

“Hey? Harper?”

Harper’s ears twitch, and she lets out a small hum. Soft green eyes trail down to meet Phiona’s, sparkling brighter than the stars in the night. “What’s wrong, sugar cube?”

“Oh nothing! Nothing! I just… need to tell you something important.” After taking a deep breath, Phiona sits up, and takes both of Harper’s hands into her own. “Harper. This whole 'eternal spring' thing. It made me think about… well, everything. How fragile life can be. How we’re not guaranteed forever. But… I’d like to think that, it also made me think how precious all of you are to me. Even if forever is just a second, I want to spend it with everyone… but more than anything, I want to spend it with you. Now that I’m older and closer to being a woman than a little girl, I wanna make sure that you know, that I’m gonna be here. By your side. Forever.”

Harper’s heart swells with each word that fell from Phoina’s lips. Her tag wags, her hands gently shake with excitement, and tears prick her eyes. 

Phiona takes another breath. Reaching into her dress pocket, she pulls out a small box. She watches Harper’s trembling finger press the golden button to open it, only to shoot back over to cover Harper’s gasping maw. In the box was a beautiful lavender topaz wrapped in a gold band. The ring itself dangled from a matching gold chain. It takes Phiona a second to find her word again. “Um… I don’t know if going steady is still a thing, but ya know. I wanted to make some kind of commitment to you. Plus we’re waaaayyy to young to get engaged, but this is the closest thing I could think of–” Phiona words were caught in her throat as Harper proceeded to expresses her gratitude by the sweetest of kisses on the vampiress’ face. Phiona glances up to see tears of pure joy pouring down Harper’s cheeks.

“You’re perfect, Phiona Souris.”

“Nah. That’s your job,” Phiona giggles before wrapping Harper in her arms. She’s unsure what the future holds, but she knows one thing is certain. She’s not gonna face it alone… and neither is Harper. They’ll do this together.

@rcseteaparty

[kresnikcest]

I’m overthinking the setup of the Trial again and I just keep thinking like. Shouldn’t the power to move objects between the universes be Maxwell’s power?

Like just ignore everything that X1 and X2 says because it retcons itself/was never meant to lead into X2’s worldbuilding. If Maxwell is physical matter and Chronos is Time and Origin is nothingness, then the Key’s ability to move things between dimensions who aren’t already connected to the Chromatus makes more sense as a subset of Maxwell’s powers.

I have so many thoughts for a rewrite that makes the worldbuilding make sense but it doesn’t matter what I do I still can’t change the fact that X1 as a story feels really unfinished if Maxwell doesn’t tell anyone about the Trial 😂

[morethanthedarkness]

starter for @banefulbenevolence

Upon reaching the city, everyone had somewhere they needed to go the moment they were able to enter.

Except Halsin who had chosen to set up the camp, along with Szaryn and the other drow they had added along the course of the trek. [ Tecothy and Alakdiirn did not seem overly eager to enter into the city proper, and Asha could hardly blame them. Already they had gotten quite a bit more attention than they would have liked just at Wyrm's Crossing, and both were skittish even just around the camp if caught unawares. ]

Lae'zel had chosen to stay with the camp as well, in case the druid and the drow needed assistance. [ The druid is too soft-natured and she wonders if ever the drow have had to set up camp proper before now. No, Lae'zel. Camp never needed to be so complicated in the Underdark. There was never any weather with which to contend and no reason for a tent when it would do little good against what dangers did lurk. TCHK. ]

Astarion and Shadowheart had joined forces, both on missions of fact-finding to see what they might learn of their respective problems with the relative safety of numbers. Asha had insisted that Gale also go with them. [ Mostly because she didn't wish for him to follow her on her own quest. ]

The others had all busied themselves with something of great import to their respective missions.

Asha's only mission at the moment was to find this damned Tower and make certain that Rolan and his siblings had reached the city without further issue.

Over the course of this journey, she had become quite fond of the three, Rolan in particular.

How-ever the wizard-in-training had begun their acquaintance, he had come a long way since the Grove. His gratitude at being reunited with his siblings and him calling her his friend had done wonders to lift her spirit when the oppressiveness of the Shadow Curse meant to smother it. She could have hugged the three of them herself if she hadn't thought Rolan might rethink his proclamation.

The short of it, is that she thinks them family, extended, just as it had been for the no-longer petrified drow who chose to join them, the former drider who seemed never to stray far from her or Halsin, and a no-longer-Lolth-or-Absolute-sworn wizard who had been just as fussy as Astarion but far more quick to flinch if she isn't very careful.

It's an odd family, but she wouldn't change it.

That is exactly why she sets off on her own, to be certain that the three Tiefling family members she hadn't found at the refugee camp had made it…

Which would be wonderful if she could make any damn sense of this blasted labyrinth of a city. The twisting and winding deeps of the Underdark are less confusing. [ And less damn bright. ]

Tall as she is, it is a simple thing to direct her gaze over the heads of the crowds milling about…

It is perhaps less simple to do so without running right into someone on her blindside… and her in full splint armor, no less…

Gauntlet-clad hands flash out in the case that the unfortunate collision victim might need steadying and already words are spilling over, spoken by a voice brighter and more melodic than might have been assumed from one of her stature.

"I apologize. I was a bit preoccupied with trying to make my way through this crowd and…"

There's a self-deprecating smile that follows, ever so slightly lopsided for the pull of her scarring, even as she gestures to the issue—her blinded left eye.

"Ah, I was careless not to pay more heed to my range of sight. You are unhurt, I hope? If it is otherwise, I ask that you would allow me to mend whatever harm I have caused."