Jesper: Just trust your gut
Wylan: I have anxiety, my gut is literally always telling me to abort mission
Jesper: … Okay, follow my lead then
Wylan: Into a deathtrap Im sure
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A Game of Thrones, Bran III
He was desperately afraid.
“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” he heard his own voice saying, small and far away.
And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”
Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.
Death reached for him, screaming.
Bran spread his arms and flew.
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WIP Wednesday!
Thank you for the tag @fangbangerghoul!! (If you've got a wip you want to share consider this me tagging you!)
This is a little snippet from chapter 1 of Olivia and Emrys's fic, 'Fateful Symmetry'.
All at once chaos broke loose: guards and pawns alike shouting, racing towards the origin of that sound. Her heart thudded with her footfalls as she joined them, eyes darting about, looking for Emrys. Somewhere in her cobweb-mind she thought of mines collapsing, and worried for his safety.
Up and away from the main dig-site she saw a flash of red and a massive, serpentine tail sweep around, sending men flying. With a wave of dread washing over her she realized: the medusa had woken up. Then she was grabbed by the arm and yanked behind some toppled crates, and the only thing in her vision was Emrys’s grinning face.
“This is it, Lady Luck is with us today!”
“The medusa?”
Someone went flying past them, screaming as they went over the railing. Emrys put his hands on her face and pulled her attention back to him.
“Six words, Olivia, that’s all I need from you. Say it with every fiber of your very being, like saying it alone will make it real.” He looked ecstatic, almost mad with excitement. “Just repeat after me, say: ‘Emrys, get me out of here.’”
Her brow furrowed as she stared at him slack-jawed, his words sounding like a foreign tongue to her ear for all the sense they made.
“Emrys-” she started, clambering for the nearest thought that did make sense, and thrust a finger in the direction of the medusa. “Help me kill that thing before it kills everybody!”
How quickly that excitement in his expression crashed and faded might have been hilarious if the situation were not so dire. He looked as though he’d been holding out his hands expecting gold, or cake, or something otherwise pleasant - and instead found them full of manure.
With a look like that -eyes wide, mouth agape, and head hung- she might have expected him to refuse, but in a voice as low as a growl or whisper he said: “...As you wish.”
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i was rewatching Brave new world recently AND I CAN'T LIVE CAN'T BREATHE CAN'T EXIST ANYMORE
because
i just think that harry lloyd here could be THE BEST cast of Jordie from the Six of Crows. like. take a look
idk they are just perfect for these roles but yknow. i logged in to tumbler just to share these photos because i don't want to suffer alone (with my friends actually but still)
their _vibe_
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anyways i just realized that i have a trio of ocs who would work perfectly as coli trainers bc their whole thing is that they were forced to fight in a colosseum
so i scryed them up & dressed them
i think im obsessed with them now (ltr Cleo, Maxwell, Mallory)
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Bravely Week 2023 - day 4 - crossover
Ominas as a fire type Pokemon trainer, of course 🔥🔥🔥
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movie animators have a whole ass character design bodytype specifically for "father/father figure who wrongfully hunts large (mystical) animals"
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