#but at least she owns it

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

"I knew your mother. We were quite close, in fact. Did you know that?" Flori asked chirpily, as if trying to bond over mutual acquaintances.

"I did. I also know about Uncle Wilkin."

"Yes... pity he died in the battle. I would so have liked to keep him around a bit longer. Anyway, what you don't know is that I also knew your grandfather. And your great-grandfather. And your great-great grandfather - fucking hell, I'm old. But I'm getting off topic. Point is, if you go back far enough, you and I are family."

"Family?"

"What did I say about pointless interjections?" Flori said in a sing-song voice. "I'll tell you if I need you to talk. Where was I? Yes! Family. Now, we leaders of the magic realm avoid both marriage and pregnancy - too messy. Too risky. This leaves us in a sticky situation whereby we must acquire our heirs rather than birthing them. Your great-aunt, Peregrine, was supposed to be such an heir. That is, until an annoying hiccough led to Peregrine becoming a human named Maude - awful name - and me losing my kingdom and being forced into hiding as a nun. Bit of a low point in my life, truth be told."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

Flori glared at him, but her voice remained light and sweet, "If you'll shut the fuck up, I will get to it. Honestly, people used to love my long-winded tales with multiple flashbacks and references to old characters they'd long forgotten. What has happened to your generation? No patience."

Flori took a deep breath as if to calm herself and then continued, "I am telling you all this because I want to offer you a deal. I will not go ahead with your wife's plan. In fact, I will do you one better and kill her off for you instead - which I presume you want so you can scuttle off and marry your sidepiece. But, in exchange, I need the heir I am owed. I like to keep it in the family, you see. I don't just want anyone joining Tate and me."

"And who exactly would be this heir?"

"Charlotte is a little older than I'd like, but I would accept her."

"Let me check I am getting this right," said Cassian, rubbing his head. "My wife, Regina, paid you to kill me. Instead, if I give you my daughter - you will kill Regina?"

"Again, you are such a clever boy. I wish I had biscuit or something to give you as a reward."

"You can take that deal and shove it up your arse," said Cassian angrily. "I know enough about what a manipulative, scheming bitch you are from my mother. Regina probably doesn't even know anything. Hasn't even hired you. You've just shown up to try and control me when I'm down and weak."

Flori rolled back her shoulders and smiled in such a way that turned Cassian's stomach.

"I may very well be manipulative and scheming - adjectives I am proud to hold - and you may be an adulterous whore who treats women like an extension of his cock. But that does not necessarily make either of us liars. Go talk to Regina yourself, if you will not believe me. I shall wait here."

Cassian hesitated, trying to decide whether this was just another step in her scheme or whether he should actually confront Regina. After a minute, he walked out of the room.

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[jibril-thelibraryangel]

I love that Keyleth is finally experiencing the other side of “group of quirky adventurers cornering the wise powerful NPC and taking the chance to ask them about all the random unrelated shit they been wondering about“

Keyleth IS the new Allura

[zerger33]

In case you're wondering about the inspiration for some of my stories, (Specifically Violet), here is my Ninetales, Gracia. She belonged to my grandmother, given to her by her grandmother, etc. She's 900ish, and she's an asshole who steals my credit card to order herself doorapidash. I'd stop her, but the last time I tried, I ended up in a fever dream for a month. She's a jerk. I love her for it, though.

(Art made by @realpokemon! Thank you for making this for me!)

[ghostbsuter]

Magicians way [part 1]

.・゜-: ✧ :-

It's not often that he finds himself in such position, but it does happen.

John Constantine never would have thought he'd scratch the "tied up by a cult to be used as sacrifice to summon a powerful ghost" spot on his bingo card.

He doesn't even feel threatened by the cult, hell, all he will receive from this day is pure embarrassment if the summoning circle is really the one he thinks it is.

Great, it's glowing.

Little bastard knows and is on his way here.

Shit.

"Oh all mighty King of Ghosts! We summon thee! Appear!"

If he has to listen to that badly scripted American movie summoning ritual one more word, he's gonna do some serious damage.

The circle lights up in sickly green, the ectoplasm flooding the insides of the portal as it opens.

And there he stands, the boyprince of the Infinity Realms.

"Hey, dad!" The being greets, swinging a swift fist against one of the cultist.

The rest are frozen and now that they're alone John sees the shit eating grin on the gremlins face.

"Danny." He greets back, watching as his kid swipes some invisible dust from his hat and putting it on back.

"Man, this is so embarrassing for you. Let me just—"

To make matters worse, Danny pulls out his bloody smartphone and takes a picture of him tied up.

"I'm sending this to mom." He's fiddling with the rope, smug smirk on him that John would love to flip off if his hands weren't bound.

"Useless..."

Ah, here comes the blackmail. A kids after his own heart.

The little shit.

Visual picture of Constantine being embarrassed. (Yes, he's tied up with a RED RIBBON for funnsies.)

[artharakka]

Beautiful, But Broken

[carouselunique]

They had a bit of a chance encounter on a day where Blueblood was dealing with something that was very difficult and was so caught up in his emotions he didn’t even care that he was in the garden getting grass stans on his coat and Ditzy, with her natural impulse to cheer ponies up, didn’t even notice or care that she was flying into the palace gardens when she saw someone sat in the rain.

At first he was definitely going to call the castle guards to come apprehend this strange filly with the odd eyes who was intruding when this was the last moment he’d want to entertain any desperate debutantes, however she surprised him by not fawning or anything, not even caring about his status, just putting one of her fluffy wings up and asking if he needed somepony to lend an ear.

“Don’t let my eyes fool you, my ears work just fine!”

She was incredibly disarming and while he didn’t reveal everything about why he was upset, he found himself talking about his feelings to her. And she made such cheerful remarks, and was very comforting. In the end, he felt better and she came to check on him the next day, even sharing a blueberry muffin with him. He remarked that he’d never seen her around before, and that he wouldn’t mind terribly seeing her more often.

The rest, as they say, is history.

[bixels]

I'm glad nobody's questioned why Sunset's personality is so different in the AU, but I'll explained anyways. AU Sunset basically has Tempest Shadow's personality. I decided not to adapt Tempest because too many redeemed villains, she doesn't play an important role in the overall story, and her broken horn is so cool and unique to her as a unicorn that any adaptation wouldn't do it justice. So I fused the two together. Sunset's backstory and hotheadedness with Tempest's tired, jaded, anti-social disposition and fighting skills.

Anyways, I hope it's not too jarring of a change. The more I develop Sunset, the more you'll probably notice how OOC she seems. I'll probably end up adopting Sunset into an OC once I'm done with the AU, since she's basically a completely different character.

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[odakota-rose]

so many gems in the Doctor Who script library the BBC just released but today I'm here in 4x02, The Fires of Pompeii

[enter-the-bogman]

Reading through the Tortall books in publication order is funny because you start with Alanna “the village healing woman taught me all she knew” going off to become a knight, and end with Numair “world’s most powerful mage” as young Arram Draper first learning magic at the Carthaki university. Because of the 40 intervening years and five(?) different series further developing the Tortall universe, the magic system is now SO much more complex.  Arram is learning an elementally-based, heavily theory-dependent form of magic where conceptual power is applied to physical objects or energy constructs. His teachers make him develop skills in non-magical areas like juggling, jewelry making, and gardening so eventually they can safely guide him through complicated applications of magic. In comparison, Alanna complains that Duke Roger is spending too much time on theory in order to prevent her and her peers from learning “actual magic” and becoming his rivals. And then she throws purple light at things until they explode or she passes out! We also learn from Arram’s misadventures that most of “magic” is creating methods of applying, storing, and accessing power so the user doesn’t drain their own life force and pass out or die. Alanna uses NONE of these techniques; instead, she pulls her magic directly out of her own life force, thinks about what she wants it to do, and hopes she reaches that goal before draining herself. She even (sometimes) factors in the impact of magically draining herself of energy while attempting tasks that require both magical and physical endurance (such as when deciding how much magic to spend warming herself when making her blizzard hike to claim the Dominion Jewel.)

For one thing, this makes Alanna insanely powerful. In In the Hand of The Goddess, she breaks open Roger’s magically locked door (presumably designed by Roger himself-- an immensely strong and well-trained sorcerer) by shoving her own magic into it until it MELTS. This builds an Alanna who decided magical theory was useless at age 12 because she has an immense access to magical potential energy, and who never learns the basic life-preserving models of magic usage that are taught in intro-level classes. She doesn’t have an interest in learning more sophisticated forms of magic, except in healing, which she cared about enough to learn non-magically. So when she heals, she uses magic as a guide or a supplement, rather than depending on it and then draining herself.  Since she isn’t attempting complex magic, most of the time the limitations of drawing directly from her own life force doesn’t impact her that much. The things she does magically all have much more efficient alternatives, but they require an understanding of magical theory and ability to store energy that Alanna never learned! If she wants to do larger spells, she just keeps feeding energy into it until it breaks or she does. 

The intervening series and Numair’s story makes Alanna’s simultaneously more and less believable. It now makes sense why everyone with even a slight understanding of Alanna’s type of Gift gets angry at times and tells her she’s using magic irresponsibly. (Before, we only understood Alanna’s side of the argument: “Well, I didn’t die and it worked, so calm down.” !!!) The fact that she never actually dies and only rarely is seriously harmed through her own magic use now requires some suspension of disbelief!

[crocrubies]

historians would say they were "roommates"

[babydarkstar]

im smh everyone implies that harrowhark nonagesimus would listen to death metal and grindcore and all these super gritty music genres and imlike….shes literally a teenage nun raised in a religious cult by people who have long suffered from a death rattle. sugar water is too much for her. she cannot even handle salt in her soup. she is both the most intense and most pathetic human to live. babygirl is not listening to anything with rhythm but the clicking of her bone rosary and the sound of her own breath. and if she ever starts listening to music you can bet your ass it’s obscure 2hour gregorian chant with binaural beats on a portable cd player that she rewinds ad infinitum and plays on the lowest possible setting so as not to interrupt her racing thoughts

[frostleni]

[ariadne-mouse]

Still thinking about just how deep in it Liliana Temult is. Like in the eyes of the narrative she went from

absent & possibly dead, very sad -> alive just estranged?? mysterious! -> possibly involved in a cult, tragic, can her daughter reach her? -> uncomfortably high up in said cult -> the cult's goddamn General and striking such terror into the local population of the Ruidus that they are afraid of even her appearance or someone who looks like her

Ordinary people who are trying to resist the dictatorial Imperium/Ruby Vanguard alliance and their iron control of the populace are terrified of her. You don't strike terror just by "being there". Terror happens because of actions. And it leaves us to wonder what exactly Liliana Temult has done during her time on the moon to make the citizens fear her so much.

[vaguely-concerned]

could not have happened to a nicer gul, fs in chat

[my-little-girlboss]

People who are like "Oh, Ashley is evil and bad, I hope she dies" make me so, so frustrated.

As if it wasn't blindingly clear from the game that she's a mentally ill girl who was routinely rejected by her peers and parents.

Not to mention that she and Andrew have been screwed over by their parents and government/society, being treated as "undesirables" who need to be killed for spare parts (blood and organs).

While she is very unpleasant with how she treated Julia (fucking christ 🚬) and can treat Andrew too, a lot of that stems from unmanaged mental illness and dependency issues, with the behavior being enabled by Andrew (closest thing to an actual parental figure or peer she has...damn 🚬).

If she adapts surprisingly well to being a demon summoning cannibal murderer, it's nothing she hasn't been pushed into from social isolation, neglect, and violence from her society and parents.