#I DID THE EVIL THING

[nirikeehan]

happy Friday! sending you “Why can't it be beautiful? Why does there gotta be a sacrifice?” for Thalia & Blackwall..

Happy Friday to you too! Okay, so I may have taken this prompt far more literally than I should have. But it asked questions, and I answered.

Sort of a sequel to this, as if that fic wasn't angsty enough.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 816

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He has imagined her return a thousand times and a thousand times more. In his mind, her long hair spills down over her shoulders, her garments silky and flowing, nothing he saw her wear in reality. She is swift to embrace him, and he’s just as quick to say damn it all and oblige her. They are the useless fantasies of a troubled man —  an empty omen, signifying nothing.

When it comes true, he can find no joy in it. 

He nearly trips over her exiting his front door. She sits on the narrow stoop, feet on the cobblestones, knees tucked in close to her body to escape the busy foot traffic. Her auburn locks are cut short, curling around her ears and exposing a pale stretch of neck. 

He can’t see her face, but he knows. She could be anyone, dressed in simple traveling leathers and a dark green cloak, but he knows. 

“Thalia,” he says, sternly, almost a reprimand. 

She looks up. She looks older; her face has matured, grown leaner and sharper. When he met her, she was still half a girl, but time has caught up with them both. He sees her noting the grey along his temples, in his beard. They drink each other in the way they used to, but something is different. An unspeakable bleakness dogs her: dark circles under her eyes, a stunned sort of air, tense shoulders. 

“You’re a hard man to track down, Thom Rainier,” she says, forcing a smile. 

He chuckles, because she is lying. He lives in the city where he was born — the very place he had once fought so hard to escape. His mercenary company is one of Markham’s most well-known. Shortly after leaving the city gates, one can see their banner flying over the headquarters. No doubt she stopped in and asked for directions, and one of his clueless lieutenants gave her his home address. 

“For Maker’s sake,” he says, extending a hand, “don’t just sit down there like a little urchin girl.” 

Thalia hesitates, then takes his hand. He pulls her steadily to her feet. Her cloak ruffles, revealing a metal prosthetic on her maimed arm. He tries not to stare, decides not to ask, lest he learn she’s self-conscious about it. 

He finds it difficult to release her. How many years from the last time they’ve seen each other? Five? Six? Since that last day in Orlais, when she said she loved him, despite marrying another man. He’s tried to forget, to bury himself in work, to accept his life as it is. He would not squander the second chance that she gave him, but he could never bring himself to love another. 

He wants to put his fingers on her cheek, trace the line of the tattoo ringing her eye. He wants to press his face to hers, crush her against his body, absorb her whole. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” It comes out as an accusation, and she shrinks, wounded. He has always done that: found her cracks and seeped in, so that she shattered when he froze. She has never done anything but adore him, and for that he punished her viciously. 

“It… it was sort of a coincidence, actually.” Thalia shrugs, drawing the warmth of her hand away. “I couldn’t stay where I was. I thought maybe I’d travel. Haven’t been to the Free Marches in so long…” She trails off, growing distracted by a vendor setting up his cart on a nearby corner. 

He steels himself with a slow inhale. She’s left him then, the Commander. Thom did not believe such a thing possible. It does not feel like a victory. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Cullen’s a good man. I truly believe that. I’m sure whatever it is, you two can work it out.”

Thom does not think a flight to her old flame will help the situation any, but he does not say so. He should invite her in, fill her with a warm cup of tea — the morning outside is raw, threatening rain — and send her on her way. He cannot give in to the heady desire that has dogged him for years. It’s not what a good man would do. 

He struggles to articulate this while she stands before him, head bowed, face obscured by her short hair. He still can’t quite grasp that she cut it all off, though without the assistance of two hands, caring for it likely overwhelmed her. Her shoulders tremble, and a sob escapes her, grinding his ruminations to a halt. 

“My lady,” he says, like the old days. She always liked that he remembered his courtesies around her. He takes her gently by the shoulders, dread pumping through his veins. “What’s the matter?” 

“Thom.” Her voice trembles. She lifts her chin, skin glistening from the path her tears have taken. “Cullen’s dead.”

[floweroflaurelin]

Opal, Twice-Crowned Champion of Lolth 🕷️🕸️🕷️

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(Billie Eilish’s “you should see me in a crown” playing in the distance)

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

I adore y’shtola now because every single plan she comes up with is nigh-guaranteed to be the most unhinged idea ever thought up by cat or man. Being pursued by cops? COLLAPSE THE TUNNEL AND TELEPORT DIRECTLY INTO HEAVEN. Need to distract the Children of Everlasting Dark? THROW BEEHIVES INTO THEIR HOUSES. Need to perform a diving save into a bottomless pit? TELEPORT DIRECTLY INTO HEAVEN. AGAIN. Need to get on Mt. Gulg but air travel isn’t feasible? GIANT ROBOT. Need a portal to hell? MAKE A DEMON. That doesn’t work? SHOOT A LASER. AT THE MOON. Banger after banger.

[egophiliac]

so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!

god I hope this reads properly

[lildarkvixen-art]

AND IF YOU SEE ME

YOU'RE PARALYZED

PILLAR OF SALT

YOU'RE MUMMIFIED

[theygender]

The more I learn about judaism the more I wonder where tf christianity got all its bad shit. Why is divorce a sin in christianity when judaism has recognized the right to divorce for nearly a millennia and has codified religious laws for it. Why does christianity consider sex to be dirty (to the point where puritans considered it a sin to enjoy having sex with your own spouse) when in judaism it's considered holy and it's a literal mitzvah to have sex with your spouse on the sabbath. Why does christianity consider it a sign that you're faithless if you question your religion when in judaism that's considered an essential part to developing your faith. I'm probably stating the obvious here but I still can't get over the fact that there's no historical basis to any of this shit before christianity started, it's like christians just said "hey guys what if we took the torah and built a new religion around it but this time it was actively hostile to human life"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want it back / I drag its dead weight forward.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 301

Ellie, during one of her stints of what do I do with my life right now, decides to, with the help of her Original Dad-Person (Look he’s aging and she’s not and it gets less questions the older he gets if he says daughter instead of sister with how the Fentons are getting older too) creates a Boo-Tube channel. No, not a Youtube channel, those are stuck to a single dimension.

Bootube on the other hand? Due to being through the Realms (and wow is Tucker getting so much income from creating it) is interdimensional. Which is so cool honestly. And she doesn’t know what to do at first, and honestly there’s already so many travel blogs that she kind of just… decided to do something that she wished someone had done for her and her brothers and Danny when she was new to the world. 

So she creates the channel CAAW: Clone Awareness, Accommodations, and Welfare. They had to learn things through trial and error, but maybe she can help someone out there learn how to find their own selves, or even help someone not melt. 

[triplecreature]

actually I'm kind of curious about this because it was a huge debate among my peers in my community

Clarifications under the cut:

The poster is in a public space where it is typical for everyday people to post things. It is not someone's private property or possession. Think piece of paper taped to a telephone pole, not sign in a storefront or in someone's yard.

The poster is not protected by law; you are very unlikely to face legal consequences for vandalizing it. Caveat: some peers have argued that it risks being socially consequential because an organization or demographic that you are a part of may be judged as intolerant/oppressive/disruptive/otherwise unpleasant if people witness your actions, and thus advocated against vandalism for fear of damaging your public image.

The poster is not an expensive or personal piece of artwork; it is a mass produced print on letter paper.

You are vehemently opposed to the message displayed on the poster, but it is an opinion that people are free to have in your country.

The 4th option refers to things like intentionally putting your own poster over top of the bad poster or otherwise making the bad poster harder to view; some people argued that targeting the poster for removal is out of line, but posting your own messages is an innocent action that you are well within your right to do (in this context, posters regularly eclipse each other as new ones are posted over top of outdated ones due to limited space)

The poster is part of a campaign; it's not unique. There are many postings of it across the community.

This is all assuming that the offending poster is not old and would typically not be considered fair game for pruning for quite some time, and that it is being specifically targeted for removal because of its message (rather than petty vandalism or because it's obstructive or damaged). E.g., if a poster is advertising an event happening on April 20th, it's typical to prune it after that date but not before.

Of course the situation that prompted the real life debate did involve a specific offending message, but I'm not going to specify what it was for now because I think it'll skew the results as people will just end up voting based on whether they like or dislike that message, which isn't the point of this. For this poll we are assuming that it IS a message that you are very opposed to; you can substitute in your own opinion that you have strong feelings about.

Please reblog for sample size!

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

guess the bioterrorist

[bittersweetyrn]

big fan of essek thelyss, not the fanon interpretation, which is either "smol bean, tiny fragile elf who's a sweetheart and basically a child" or people mistakenly calling betrayal of one's home country a "war crime" and then proceeding to be flippant about it anyway, but the real Essek

pretentious motherfucker that committed treason bc he though he was smarter than everyone else

learned to float literally just to impress other rich people

canonically neutral evil

basically head spymaster of his country and master of lies but sucks shit lying to his friends

stayed bitchy even after his redemption arc

"there is nothing I would love more than to not be around you all for the remainder of this day"

a space wizard that crushed someone with telekenesis just to show off (the person was already dying)

sexy feet, nice ass, overall hottie

fell in love with a traumatized wizard of his enemy country and it was mutual despite all the betrayal

faggot

gave away state secrets to enemy wizard bc he though he was sexy

discovered time travel with his boyfriend

proceeded to say they shouldn't use time travel (bc now he's a good boy) but was willing to sacrifice everything and help if his bf wanted to use it

once confessed he had such a bad fight with his dad that his dad ran into the demon caves and never returned (essek doesn't feel bad about this at all)

young for an elf but still 120 years old, he called his bf "young man" and flexed on him about how much more evil he is

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[mattelektras]

stick close to mama k

[harpuiaa]

(person that has never seen saw but has read yugioh voice) yeah? so he traps people in evil puzzle rooms? sounds a lot like a guy i know

[miabrown007]

Félix: kidnapping is a love language Kagami: you have no social skills, idiot

*two weeks later*

Félix: okay, so when Marinette's at her most vulnerable, I'll gaslight her into thinking I'm her boyfriend, so she'll follow me into an abandoned building where we can put her in an altered mental state and present to her my family's life story in the imaginable most cryptic play of theater she has ever seen, which will reveal to her our horrible secret and the fact that her abusive father-in-law is also her arch-nemesis Kagami: you're so big brained, bae 🥰

[animalechochamber]

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us - My Chemical Romance

(Closeups under cut. A split apart version of the ID is on both as well)