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[erinwantstowrite]

Erin HELP. How do you get out of writer’s block. Please. I’m stuck and I have NO idea how to continue on and I’ve already rewritten said scene twice 😭😭

i have to break it to you now... writer's block is a bit of a misnomer. instead of a writer's block (or art!!) i would call it a "writer shift" or "level up," when you feel like everything you're writing is terrible, it's because you're growing as an artist! you're just seeing your art with a more critical eye, learning and adjusting. which i can probably get to another time because that's not what you asked

so!!! what is probably happening is that you don't like your outline as much as you think you do. this happens to me ALL the time. i go into a chapter thinking that i've got everything i want all set up and then i'm surprised when i procrastinate or i rewrite it several times (my record is 8 times). a good 86% of the time i end up changing my outline and trying again and it goes much better for me

if that isn't what's happening or you just REALLY like your outline, there might be another problem and here's some ideas:

go back and read your set up to that scene. you might not have given it a proper introduction/natural progression into what comes next, or you might be forgetting something

try drawing out a map of your setting and imagine your characters walking around it. there might be some white room action happening and it's bothering you

it could be something about your dialogue! try acting out your dialogue in a one person play and see if it feels natural for you to say (as in like, technicality. if you can't literally say the words then it might be hard for your reader to read) and if it feels like something your character would say

[gxlds-doodles]

[ NOT BASED IN CANON/ON THE CANON LORE ]

was thinking abt how insane (very affectionate) 2014/2015/general early/pre-lore fnaf fandom ships could be and.... honestly guys there might've been a point with this one

[cassiiia]

AP Psychology notes + Resources and stuff

notes + flashcards that I used 2 study (not all my resources, found online)

Notes

Summary of every unit (16 pages)

A longer summary of every unit (53 pages)

Knowt AP Psych Guide

Doc for Notes

Unit 1 Notes - Intro to Psychology

Unit 2 Notes - Biological Psychology

Consciousness/Drugs Notes

Unit 3 Notes - Sensation/Perception

Unit 4 Notes - Learning

Unit 5 Notes - Cognitive

Intelligence Notes

Unit 6 - Developmental Psychology

Unit 7 - Motivation/Emotion/Stress

Personality Notes

Unit 8 - Disorders

Clinical Treatment Notes

Unit 9 - Social Psychology Notes

Flashcards

Quizlets

Important People

Domains of Psychology

Terms

Experiments

Knowt

AP Psychology Ultimate Guide

AMSCO AP Psych Chapters

Ch. 1 - Intro to Psychology

Ch. 2 - Research Methods

Ch. 3 - Statistics

Ch. 4 - Understanding the Brain: Its Structures and Functions

Ch. 5 - Neurons, Neural Communication, and Behavioral Genetics

Ch. 7 - Perception

Ch. 13 - Motivation

Ch. 15 - Infancy and Childhood

Ch. 16 - Adolescence and Adulthood

Ch. 17 - Personality Theories, Approaches, and Assessment

Ch. 20 + 21 - Abnormal Behavior

Ch. 22 + 23 - Treatment of Abnormal Behavior

Ch. 24 + 25 - Social Psychology

Websites

Fiveable Study Guides for each unit

Youtube - Tim Steadman

Youtube - The School of Ireland

Youtube - Crash Course Playlist - Psychology Playlist

Youtube - Mandy Rice

Youtube - College Board - AP Psychology Playlist

Youtube - Social Science Simplified

AP Psychology Reddit

Other Tumblr blogs with more resources!

@ap-psych-ology

@nuroscience

[lilfriezatyrant]

◊ I̷m̷p̷a̷l̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷H̷o̷r̷r̷o̷r̷ ◊

“Oh, that was just a little greeting on my part.” Freeza's voice now sounded deeper, but had lost none of its dark charm. His tone had only adapted to his new appearance: menacing, powerful and even more exalted than in his 'preserved' form.

Like a true devil, he stands with his arms folded in front of his chest on the small patch of earth left by his display of power and focuses on the three hovering fighters (or rather four, if he counts this little Namekian) a few meters away from him. And even though they are so far away, the transformed emperor can judge every single facial expression perfectly, and it's even better than he could have imagined! Pure despair, fear, hopelessness are in the atmosphere. Even Vegeta, an experienced elite warrior, recoils from his presence, and the dread sovereign hasn't even started yet.

“Very well... which of you shall be the first to experience my revenge and die?” He has four to choose from, but only one will be the first to meet his death, the only question is who?

He closes his scarlet eyes thoughtfully, pensively but with a smirk on his lips. An even more oppressive mood spreads. All the rebellious spectators know that they cannot escape his clutches. Perhaps they would have an advantage if they split up, but sooner or later Freeza would get each and every one of them. Trapped here on this planet, with no means of escape and the emperor's deadly sentence breathing down their necks, which he personally administers...

More seconds of stifling silence pass before the diabolical prominence opens its eyes again.

“My choice is YOU!” With a powerful, immense leap and yet elegant spin, he executes a fatal attack. He uses his horns, which are pointed upwards in his second form, as deadly weapons.

The earthling, who was still holding on to the little Namekian, heroically pushes him away but is unable to dodge in time.

“KRILLIN!” Gohan's voice screams in panic to his friend and Vegeta is frozen.

One of the obsidian lances had easily pierced through the armor and protruded over the bald fighter's back.

A lower life form impaled by the most powerful creature in the universe. A death that no one could have foreseen, except Freeza.

“I warned you that I could not control my power in this form, ohoho!” He watches out of the corner of his eye as the red lifeblood trickles down the length of his horn. With sadistic relish, he licks the corner of his mouth with his purple tongue to catch the drops of blood.

The perforated earthling tries to defend himself and attempts an attack with his knee, which is easily blocked.

“Should you not try to beg for mercy instead, little worm?” The gigantic devil reacts mockingly and amusedly to this insignificant resistance and even when his friend tries to rush to his rescue and launches a direct attack with his body, Freeza fends it off with a lashing swipe of his massive tail.

“Oh, you will get your turn soon enough, have some patience.” More amused words mark his sadistic character, before he rears his head more and the horn bores even more into the existing wound and this little act he performed is rewarded with an agonized cry.

But Freeza is still not done with his current prey. No, he wants his revenge, which will be underwritten by pure terror.

How dare they stop him from his desire for immortality! Inferior vermins who tricked him?! On top of that, this simian of an elite warrior has denounced himself as a traitor. Admittedly Freeza had never trusted Vegeta, it was only a matter of time before he would rebel but...here on Namek it was the most inopportune time of all! All the more reason why he would show no mercy to anyone present, even if they would beg.

“I am surprised you have not passed out yet from the blood loss...maybe we can hasten that a bit.” And although Freeza is seething with rage on the inside, on the outside he remains very calm and even anticipatory, as he is about to inflict sheer terror. It doesn't redeem his thwarted wish, but at least it gives him some gratification for the moment.

The horned behemoth begins to rock his head to and fro, causing the sanguine fluid to disperse throughout the atmosphere. A scarlet bloody picture of abomination and atrocity, what the ruler of the universe performs there is no understatement.

Krillin's blood even splatters into the face of his little friend, who can only stand and watch, paralyzed. Vegeta is not spared either and witnesses this absolute savagery.

He would never have thought that Freeza was capable of such a thing.

And the spectacle lasts several minutes and he can watch closely as the light of life in the eyes of the almost pitiful Earthling warrior fades more and more.

Finally, when he has fainted and Freeza is sure that he will succumb to this injury, he simply tosses him into the water.

“Well? Shall we carry on? The fun cannot be over so soon, Ohohoho!”

@reptile--queen giving you that supreme cruelity 💜

[dracocheesecake]

Pangolin 🥺

He just a widdle guy 🥺🩷💖🩷

Warning for spoilers for those who still haven't seen the movie yet:

OK but serious: along with the Chameleon he had so much potential especially with the relationship he had with Zhen. Seriously, imagine during that scene when Zhen and Po were underground, he pulls Po aside for a moment:

"Look, you've given us a little wisdom, so here's some in return: you keep that one (Zhen) at arm's length- further, if you can manage it. And don't let her see your back, unless you want a dagger in it."

And then when Zhen comes back to them to get their help to free Po, that's when we find out what actually happened between them: Zhen didn't just run off with the Chameleon, as portrayed (much more pleasantly) in the first flashback; she actively betrayed the Den, turning them in and putting them under the Chameleon's power so that to escape her brutality they were forced under the streets to survive, all so Zhen could get a more comfortable life for herself (which isn't so comfortable, but that's another story).

Han and the other thieves don't go with Zhen at first, but then rush in later to help her later on- revealing they still see her as family (and because they think if they bring down the Chameleon, they can take over the city). Also just...I needed that emotional scene between them.

Some drabbles on said scenes might be incoming if I can get my thoughts straight.

[riverztoybox]

Old lbpsona doodles!

[styxxsyringe]

wip

[moran-with-a-g]

Using AI to write your story can be as useful as scrolling through r/menwritingwomen.

It can get you so unimaginably angry that you just go "FUCK THIS I'll do it MYSELF".

[florencemtrash]

The Wisp Between Worlds

CHAPTER FIVE: LOOK AT ME

Acotar fanfic/rewrite. Inner Circle x OC. Eventual Azriel x OC.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what you would do (and do differently) if you found yourself trapped in the fantasy world of your dreams? For Nora, this fantasy of hers is about to play out when she finds herself portaled away to the Moral Lands south of Prythian. But all is not as it seems. Feyre Archeron is missing and the deadline to break Amarantha’s curse draws near. Who will save Prythian now?

Warnings: None for this chapter 

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The library was a safe space full of softness and comfort. Tucked into a quiet corner of the manor, it overlooked the drowsy gardens with a solemn and watchful gaze like some silent sentinel. Soft sunlight, colored in vibrant greens, blues, and pinks from the stained glass windows, cast itself on the deep stained bookshelves that rose from the floor to the ceiling three stories up. 

When Nora laid herself out on the lush velvet and stared up at the ceiling she could trace the shapes and careful brushstrokes of the fauns and river nymphs that raced across the pearl-inlaid canopy. When she fell asleep, clutching the leather-bound history books to her chest, she imagined the eyes of those creatures beginning to glow, watching her with careful interest as sleep finally came to claim her.

She was a ravenous girl, barreling through at least one book a day as she paced around the library, head bent and mouth silently making shapes of the words that flooded her mind. The first day she had scoured the first few shelves of books, searching for anything and everything related to history, politics, economics, and magic - though mainly history. The next few days she carefully and methodically worked her way through the stacks of books that she arranged on the empty desk by the window, stealing every inch of sunlight before the encroaching dark eventually forced her to return to her room, books in tow. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat until she could repeat from memory the names and children of the seven High Lords of the seven courts of Prythian dating back seven generations, until the drawings of the magic creatures that existed throughout the courts invaded her nightmares. 

Lucien held the reins loosely in his hands, feeling the muscles of the horse beneath him ripple and flex as they moved along the uneven earth. These were deep and dark woods they found themselves in, woods that had fallen outside the bounds of Tamlin’s waning powers. He wouldn’t have dared to trek this far into the Western Woodlands if it weren’t for the High Lord that stalked beside him looking more comfortable as a beast than as a fae. 

Four months. They had four months to break this curse.

“Nora seems to be settling in nicely.” Lucien said. He knew Tamlin had slipped into the library on multiple occasions, too hesitant to interrupt the girl whose blazen quest for books had overtaken the space. Still, he was glad to see the space used. It had been a long time since anyone had walked their halls with any real sense of purpose.

Tamlin grunted in reply.

“Last I heard she’s stowed herself away in the library.” Again, silence. “Reading.”

“That is what you do in libraries, Lucien. If you’re going to say something, say it simply.”

Lucien started at the movement of shadows out of the corner of his eye. Brushing off the unease of feeling watched, he said, “She likes books. Might be an avenue to court her.” 

“Court her?” Tamlin said with no small amount of derision, “I remember you saying I should drop her in these woods for the Bogge.” 

“And like most other times you chose to ignore my advice.” Lucien kept the irritation and bitterness out of his voice with practiced ease. “Whether I like it or not, she’s here. You’ve allowed a murderer into our home-”

“Into my home. I know what I’m doing.”

Lucien stilled, the horse pulling at the bit to continue forward - she wanted to finish their hunt and get out of these woods just as much as the son of Autumn on her back. 

“If you know what you’re doing, then you know how important it is to get her to fall in love with you. It’s the only shot we have, Tamlin, and time is running out.”

“Don’t you think I know that!” Tamlin roared in frustration, turning on his heels and barring his teeth, “Don’t you think I know we are teetering at the edge of a knife? The future of my court, of Prythian, is in the hands of some human girl. A human girl that dozens have died to bring here.” 

Dozens of friends sent to their death beyond the wall, murdered and cut apart and sold to the highest bidder for nothing. Everytime he thought about it too closely, his mind would descend into dark places that took days to emerge from. It was what kept him away from the manor, chasing after beasts of shadow and darkness that prowled the edges of his court, nipping at his heels like the evil omens they were.

“I don’t need you to remind me that time is running out.” Tamlin muttered and sighed, eyes looking off to the slivers of green pasture that slipped through the crowded woods, “Go back to the manor, Lucien, and keep an eye on the girl. I’ll finish this myself.” 

“Tam-”

“GO!” Tamlin growled. The horse pawed anxiously at the ground, twisting its neck back towards home. Lucien allowed her to follow her instincts. She transformed the brisk trot into a gallop as they escaped the woods together leaving Tamlin behind.

Nora sat at the table, flipping through the pages of an index of magical creatures as she broke off bits of a chocolate scone and sipped at the cup of tea before her. Alis had all but dragged her out of the library to have lunch in the dining hall like a civilized person. It seemed pointless to Nora - why have lunch alone in the dining hall when she could have lunch alone in the library. It wasn’t even like Alis stayed with her all day, despite Nora’s frequent requests to be taken out of the manor to go horseback riding or to explore more of the manor’s grounds. 

“Don’t know what you want to go out for.” Alis would say, “There are creatures in every corner that would love to sink their teeth into you.” Nora wondered if Tamlin was included in that group.

She hadn’t seen Tamlin, or Lucien, in two and a half weeks. Two and a half weeks of holing up in the library and only emerging to take extended walks around the manor or for mealtime. She’d already given up on trying to learn weapons fighting - reading techniques in books and practicing with an old fire poker didn’t equate to proper instruction from a swordsman and after months of surviving on so little, she doubted she had gained the strength to lift a real sword. Maybe if she pestered Tamlin or Lucien enough…

Her head shot up from the page on the Suriel as Lucien sauntered in, mouth flattening into a thin line when he saw Nora sitting at the table. She never looked quite right in Spring colors - pale pinks and blues too pastel against her skin, which had steadily been taking on a tan now that she was removed from the winter months in the Human Lands.

She swallowed her last bite guiltily, quick to move her papers and books from the dining table to make space for him. He waved off her efforts, sinking into the seat furthest from her and beginning to help himself. Her dark eyes tracked his movements as keenly as a hunting dog. 

“Where’s Tamlin?” she asked carefully.

“Out hunting.” His words were quick and to the point. He’d tried to shrug off the sting of Tamlin’s words on his ride back home to the manor.

“What would he have to hunt? There never seems to be a lack of food.” 

“He’s not hunting to eat, he’s hunting to keep these lands safe. You didn’t seriously think all fae would be as welcoming as we’ve been?”

Her eyes flitted down to the book she’d been reading, “No. I didn’t think that at all.” 

With a snap of his fingers the book appeared in his hand. She jumped from her seat, running around the table to try and steal back the book, but Lucien merely stood up and held it out of reach, golden eye whirring as he read aloud, “The Book of Beasts - Erudition and Mesmerism. This is what’s kept you trapped in the library?” 

She pushed roughly at his chest, frowning when he didn’t budge.

He walked over to her abandoned notes, eyes skimming the pages of her handwriting which progressively worsened the more tired and anxious she became. All notes on how to protect from magic and wicked fae of every variety. A familiar figure kept cropping up - The Suriel. Lucien examined everything thoroughly, tracing the words she’d written with a careful, if not quick, hand. 

Nora scrambled to pick up her notes and books when he finally stepped away, hurrying back to the library in a flurry of tulle and anxiety. Would he think her strange for her research? Would he begin to suspect her plan?

No, that’s ridiculous. There’s no way for him to know what I know. He wouldn’t even believe me if I told him.

Wherever Tamlin was, he’d sent Lucien back to keep an eye on her. She might have enjoyed having company if he didn’t hover without so much as a word, slipping in and out of the library with a quietness her poor human ears couldn’t pick up on. He seemed infinitely curious about all the time she spent in the library and would occasionally get up from his seat on the sofa and take a turn around the room, brushing past her shoulders and peering over to look at her reading for that day, at which point she’d slam the book shut or gather her notes to her chest like they were her own children. There were few things she could call her own, and so she wouldn’t give up these scraps of knowledge, not even for Lucien.

“Who taught you to read?” Lucien gazed up at the girl. She’d moved around the library like a ghost on a mission, only huffing and muttering underneath her breath when the pages refused to yield their knowledge to her.

Nora gripped the ladder tightly. She had to crane her neck to look past the many layers of her seafoam green dress to where Lucien stood at the base of the ladder. With every passing day that Tamlin neglected to appear at the manor, the more anxious Alis became. Nora was no longer allowed to pick her dresses. Instead Alis would spend the first two hours of every morning carefully arranging her gowns and her hair to look perfect in advance of Tamlin’s arrival. Lucien had to admit that Alis’s efforts were working, paired with the simple fact that Nora was slowly filling out her dresses with regular meals and time to rest. Her skin no longer held that pallor of poverty.

“Excuse me?” She looked at him like he’d grown horns.

“Where’d you learn to read?” 

Nora blinked, briefly forgetting that illiteracy was a prevalent problem in the Human Lands. “Jaskiel taught me. He was a merchant.”

“And who is this Jaskiel?”

Lucien didn’t miss the droop of her shoulders or the sad memories that glazed over her eyes. She missed him dearly. 

“I suppose you could call him my adoptive father.” The smirk on Lucien’s face faltered. He only knew the briefest account of her story - taken by slavers from the Continent and forced to survive by the Wall on the kindness of strangers.

“Merchants are taught to read contracts - bland and boring things.” He said, fingers dragging over the shelf with a look of boredom.

“Words are words.” She said, eyes returning to the soft leather spines of the books in front of her, “Just because you start off reading contracts doesn’t mean you can’t learn to enjoy other things.”

“Like bland and boring accounts of history.” 

She shot him a look of indignation before returning to her search, “What do you want, Lucien?”

Lucien shifted beneath that gaze - a look that spoke of exhaustion and a sadness deep and unbroken. It was a feeling he was well acquainted with. 

He should hate her. She was here solely because she hated fae strongly enough to murder one in cold blood, but the longer and longer she remained at the manor, the less he felt that to be true. How hateful could someone be who seemed so genuinely curious about their way of life, their magic, the creatures good and bad that roamed the lands wild and wicked? More than once he’d passed by the library to find her pouring over pages with a light in her eyes that could rival the powers of the Day Court. 

More than hateful, she just seemed lonely.

Slowly the pieces began to fall into place. The second set of tea cups on the table, the hours upon hours spent alone reading about Prythian, the unfinished letters to her family, blotted and torn from tears - they laid out a story of loneliness and a fear of a world wholly unfamiliar to her and filled to the brim with people that would like nothing more than to see her dead. It was a miracle Amarantha hadn’t found out about her. 

“I thought you might like some company.” Lucien said, abandoning the snide comment he’d been planning to tell her, “Maybe time spent away from this stuffy place.” After all, she would be of no use to anyone if she went mad in isolation. 

She perked up at this, climbing down the ladder in her ridiculously lavish dress that felt more appropriate for a Court ball than a day spent indoors.

“Where will we be going?” 

She stretched out her arms, breathing in the familiar scent of the woods. After trading in the dress for riding pants and a cloak, Lucien had led them out on horseback to the Western Woods, still close enough to the manor that they would be safe. Birds chirped lazily from their nests, drunk on honey and nectar and the wind whispered between the gaps in the trees. The spare bow Lucien had given her rested comfortably on her back. It wouldn’t be of much use in the hands of an untrained human, but if it made her feel more relaxed in his presence he would allow it. 

Maybe I should strap a sword to her back when Tamlin’s around. Lucien thought with a silent chuckle, then immediately stopped. Tamlin would hate to see her armed.

He took the lead, a few paces in front with his own sword strapped to his side in a sheath of glimmering gold. Nora wondered if it had ever been used before.

“You said Tamlin’s been out hunting but you never told me what.” Nora said, breaking the fragile silence and surprising Lucien. 

“A creature called a Bogge. A creature you should pray never to cross paths with. I assume you’ve come across it in your readings?” He turned in his seat, the tail of his riding cloak catching the light to shift between gold and forest green - colors fit for a bright autumn day. 

Nora nodded, “A species of lesser fae. Children of one of the First Gods, Lanthys. Formless and filled with malice and hate, they don’t become real until you give them the power to become real by looking at them.” 

The corner of Lucien’s mouth twisted in a half-smile. She sounded like a prized pupil that had been waiting for an examination. 

“How do you fight it?” She asked, “In the Human Lands people say fae are vulnerable to iron and ashwood. Iron does nothing and most weapons here aren’t made from ashwood. So how do you kill other fae? How do you kill an idea?”

“You’ve been doing your research.”

“There’s been little else to do.” Nora said, looking off to the side as a squirrel darted out from the underbrush, “Boredom made me rather productive.”

“Like attracts like,” Lucien said, repeating the words that most high fae children heard first from their tutors, and then from soldiers and generals if they were ever trained in the art of warfare, “Like protects like, and like destroys like. Contradictory, I know, but it’s magic that can transform typical weapons into ones capable of killing other fae or magic embedded into fae-crafted weapons that give them power. Ashwood is special - it has a natural magic of its own that allows it to be deadly to us, even when wielded by humans. You can still find fae-crafted weapons with ashwood inlays.”

Nora pulled out a glistening silver arrow from her quiver. Sure enough, threaded through the metal as finely as veins in a living body, were slivers of gray-stained ashwood. Lucien slowed down to walk shoulder to shoulder with her, tracking the gentle sway of her body as she ran her fingers along the shaft of the arrow.

“As for the Bogge,” He continued, feeling her hang onto his every word, “Only a High Lord has the power capable of destroying it.” 

She nodded thoughtfully, “Hence why Tamlin’s been hunting it for the last two weeks.” 

Lucien stiffened in his seat, then swore loud enough for the sterlings nearby to take flight. 

Nora chuckled - a sound he’d never heard before.

“How long have you known Tamlin was High Lord?” 

Always. “Since the second night.” The lie rolled easily off her tongue, “I found a genealogy tome in the library. You’re in there too, obviously.” 

At the briefest mention of his family, Lucien’s expression darkened and Nora knew not to brush the subject again. Memories, dark and terrible, floated behind his eyes almost as easy to read as a book. He schooled his face into one of bored neutrality, but there was a bite behind his words when he said, “Be careful of the things you learn, Nora.” It was the first time he’d ever said her name.

“If Tamlin’s a High Lord, the Bogge should be easy to track down and kill, shouldn’t it? He’s one of the most powerful beings in all of Prythian.”

Lucien set his teeth together. “It’s not as simple as that anymore.” 

“And why not?”

“I can’t-” Lucien growled in frustration, rubbing at his temples and brushing against the borders of the mask on his face with hate. Strands of scarlet hair fell out from his elegant braid, as if highlighting his distress. The timing was almost perfect enough to be comedic. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not? I’ve done my reading, magic is as much a part of Prythian as water is to the sea.” Just tell me about Amarantha - as much as you can say under the curse. Say the words and I’ll figure the rest out myself, “Nowhere does it mention the capacity for anything to go wrong with the-”

Lucien grabbed hold of Nora’s waist and dragged her over onto his horse, clamping one strong hand over her eyes and pressing her against his chest. Curses spilled from her mouth as she slapped him. She may as well have been hitting a stone wall.

Why the fuck are you so goddamn strong?

“Stop it. Stop it now.” Lucien hissed into the curve of her ear, fear lacing through every fiber of his voice. It was enough to make her freeze in her seat. “Don’t move. Don’t look. No matter what happens, don’t look.”

The tan of his face had been all but drained, leaving the space between the mask and his jaw pale and sickly. She felt it then, the presence of something lurking at the edges of her mind and soul. Something as old as time itself, ancient and horrible in every way imaginable. It waited outside of her mind, knocking and slamming its hands against doors and walls that remained firmly shut.

She clamped her eyes shut tightly enough to see sparks behind her eyelids and silently latched onto one arrow with a vice-like grip.

Lucien’s breath was trapped in his chest as that inky, devilish voice invaded his mind and made his stomach turn.

Look at me…Look at me. LOOK AT ME!

I will devour you whole - your flesh, your body, your soul. I will be your worst nightmare. I will drink your blood and gnaw on your bones. 

Look at me.

Lucien flinched, pathetically attempting to steel his ever-weakening resolve against the Bogge’s temptations. Every cell in his body screamed at him to end his misery, to end it all and gaze upon the Bogge. Anything to stop this madness.

I will leave you for the crows. I will bury you in the earth.

LOOK AT ME.

I will fulfill all your desires. I will give you everything.

Nora waited with bated breath for the feeling to leave her and slowly but surely, she felt the turning of her stomach ebb away into nothingness. 

“You can open your eyes now.” Lucien gasped out as he gestured for Nora to remain on his saddle and set the mare into a quick pace back to the manor. Nora’s horse followed close behind, edging ahead of them now that it had reason to run and lacked the weight of a rider.

“The Bogge?” Nora asked quickly.

Lucien nodded, taking the time to assure himself that Nora was alright. And she was… surprisingly. Aside from the pale tint to her skin and the way she leaned against his chest, curling in on herself as if he could shield her, she was handling it remarkably well.

Tamlin paced at the front doors, immediately alerted to Lucien and Nora’s presence in his lands when they emerged from the woods. His green eyes, alight with fury and fear at returning to an empty house, narrowed in on the pair. The riderless horse arrived first, chestnut brown coat slick with sweat and foaming at the mouth from exertion. 

Lucien stilled, pulling at the reins ever so slightly and dreading what thoughts might be running through Tamlin’s mind. He’d taken Nora off the main grounds without permission, and nearly gotten the both of them killed in the process. From the way Tamlin’s jaw clenched at the sight of the two of them sharing a saddle, he was not pleased.

“Where the hell have you been?” Tamlin growled out when Lucien leapt off the horse. He brushed off Lucien’s hands and helped Nora down himself before she could say anything, hands gently grasping her waist. 

When she was on solid ground he placed himself in between her and Lucien.

“Tamlin, I can explain.” Lucien said, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Explain it then.” He pushed back on Lucien’s chest and unlike the times when Nora had done so, he was forced to step back and regain his balance, “I come home expecting the two of you to be here. Next I hear you’ve disappeared into the Western Woods. Do you understand how dangerous these times are?! And for a human girl no less!”

“I wasn’t thinking-” Lucien stumbled over his words and his steps. Tamlin opened his mouth, anger and power rolling off his body.

“I asked him to go!” Nora shouted, pulling at Tamlin’s arm that was pointed firmly at Lucien’s chest. “I was bored to death in that house and I asked him to go. I begged him.” 

A sliver of relief swam behind Lucien’s mask as Tamlin turned towards Nora. She immediately let him go and stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself and making herself small.

“Don’t blame him.” She murmured, “It was my idea.”

“I suppose I should’ve done more to make sure you were taken care of.” He said through gritted teeth. None of the tension left his shoulders when he acknowledged Lucien once more, taking in the thinly veiled fear in his eyes, “What happened in the woods? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I nearly looked at the Bogge.” 

Tamlin froze, “The Bogge? In the Western Woods?”

Lucien nodded.

“That’s impossible. I already checked every inch of those lands. The wards-” Tamlin bowed his head and cursed the ground beneath his feet. “Lucien, get Nora back to her room. And neither of you leave the manor until I get back. Understood?” 

They both nodded as the ground beneath him began to glow. It was as if the land itself was draining its magic into Tamlin’s body, setting his skin alight in shades of bronze and gold. In the blink of an eye the beast that had first brought her to Prythian returned and Tamlin barreled towards the treeline. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Lucien said, tilting his head towards where Alis waited by the front steps, gnarled hands as wrinkled as a tree branch twisting in front of her stomach. “I’ll walk her to her room, Alis.” He said. 

She bowed deeply, sneaking a glance at the ruined state of Nora’s riding boots and the flecks of tree bark in her hair. But then her eyes softened and relief flooded in. The girl was safe. That was all that mattered.

“You did well, not looking.” Lucien said as they wove their way through the labyrinth of hallways and then finally stopped in front of her door. The words, thank you, lingered on the tip of his tongue, daring to dive out of his mouth. 

Thank you for taking the fall for me today. Thank you for lying. 

But instead he said, “Most fae fall for the Bogge’s temptations.” 

Her brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?” 

Lucien tilted his head in confusion, russet and gold eyes narrowing, “The Bogge speaks to you in your mind and shakes your soul. It promises you things great and terrible - anything to get you to look at it.”

Nora looked stealthily down to the floor, hiding her face and trying to match the lingering terror in Lucien’s countenance. She imagined she was painting an image of herself in his likeness. 

Lucien gently held her shoulders, shaking her until she looked up at him with worry. He scanned her face, eyes widening, “You didn’t hear the Bogge, did you?”

“I did.” She lied, but he caught onto it.

“No… No you didn’t.” Lucien snapped his head up and looked around the empty hallway quickly. He bent down until she could look directly in his eyes and murmured desperately beneath his breath, “Tell no one about this.”

Nora gaped, “What?” She whispered back.

“I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about you, and that is dangerous. Tell no one.” 

She nodded dumbly, stunned and overwhelmed by everything that had happened today. The weight of it crashed around her as chaotically as a tsunami. Lucien opened the door and ushered her in, giving her one last careful glance before leaving her to her thoughts.

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Author's note: Lucien deserves more love - that's it. That's the note. Oh also, apologies it's taken me so long to get this chapter out. Life has unfortunately happened.

[gxlds-doodles]

Designs/mini refs for the guards in my au!! <333 Took this opportunity to draw them in casual/not at work fits

[justassorted]

Mirian's first name... does not make sense fffff.

In original DnD NPC conception, Mirian was an insectoid alien alchemy vendor. I threw together some sounds that sounded name-like on the spot and genuinely had no idea that the ridiculously-close "Miriam" was an Actual Name.

While being an actual name, from what little research I've done so far, "Miriam" is not a particularly likely Indian name for human-verse-Mirian, particularly not for the time frame when she was born.

It also doesn't seem like a very likely assimilation-oriented rename for Mirian's extremely Southern Baptist adoptive parents to have given her.

Even if it did, or even if I did decide on a name that would be culturally fitting (either for her original name or for a change during her adoption), it would unfortunately run up against my brain's extreme dislike of renaming characters. :'D

So. Yeah. Mirian it is for now.

(Gerou and Ithadel run up against similar issues in terms of fantasy-verse vs. human-naming-conventions vs. my brain's preference for Fictional Consistency >_>)

Her last name is more intentional, at least! Kapoor is (documented as) her original last name and the one she's chosen to go back to using as an adult; her adoptive family's last name is Robinson.

[autumnoficarus]

i can't stop listening to the 'purpose is glorious' track from this season's ost and thinking about how lovely the title and its meaning are. it's just such an amazing underlying theme in this show, and - while i do have criticisms about some of the choices made for the series finale - i really do feel the writers wholeheartedly delivered in sending that message home. for me personally, loki's ending is so gratifying and a large part of that is solely from viewing their arc's conclusion with the perspective of this theme in mind. to have spent years watching this character i hold very dear to my heart struggle to find belonging, to feel as though they matter and there is reason in their existence, finally get a chance to show - and recognize - their worth was so, so rewarding. and honestly, i think the message behind the phrasing of 'purpose is glorious' is all the more meaningful because of how loki's arc finished. yes, the outcome was bittersweet; yes, we're left knowing loki didn't get the happiness they undeniably earned after everything they'd gone through. it smarts something fierce to know their journey up until they deviated from their timeline and became a variant, as well as seen their eventual intended fate. the ache is only worsened after witnessing everything that happens within the TVA and the entirety of loki's character growth leading up to a redefining moment where they willingly choose to undergo a nightmarish amount of time in the endeavor to do the right thing. of course we want them to emerge victorious when they've struggled for so long, but that's not the point. loki's final moments are them forfeiting their right to a happy ending to preserve the stories of others because all stories matter and should inherently reserve the free will to be written; as sylvie says, loki makes their choice so their loved ones and life across the multiverse still have a chance to belong somewhere and embrace their place in the world. the take away is that even burden can be glorious. even with all the hardships of life - all the inevitable heartache, disappointment, and grief we encounter just by being alive - we have meaning in our existence. there is meaning in the trials we face, and the suffering we endure in order to overcome them. our pain gives us purpose; it gives us the ability to love, to grow from and for each other, and choose to sacrifice our happiness for the benefit of another. loki's purpose was forged in the bonds of those they met in their time at the TVA and the sense of value they gained from their companionship. their sacrifice perfectly conveys how the human capacity to love is one of cosmic greatness, which can ultimately surpass our instinctual desire to preserve one's self. we can move immovable mountains and challenge insurmountable adversity in behalf of the ones we love and their welfare. if that isn't an act deserving of glory, I don't know what is.

tldr; loki's purpose is the friends they made along the way = as the saying goes, 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. or: our own lives have purpose because of the connections we share with others, even when we are met with great loss.

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

Summer Rose

Race: Silver Eyed Warrior Human

Nationality: Between Kingdoms, Eastern Sanus

Ethnicity: Valish(?)

Weapon: Alraune (A set of two wrist mounted and two ankle mounted vine whips that are covered in thorny barbs that shoot out of and retract back into their containers.)

Gender: Woman

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Starting Age: dead (30 at time of death)

Aura Color: Silver

Handedness: Ambidextrous

Complexion: Pale

Eye color: Silver

Semblance: Mandrágora (A Domination type semblance that uses Aura to manipulate flora around the user such as growing, moving, and wilting. Normally, semblances cannot permenantly change matter, but this one can do so like magic...)

Former Occupation: Huntress

'Tis the last rose of summer,

    Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

    Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

    No rose-bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes

    Or give sigh for sigh!

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one.

    To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

    Go, sleep thou with them;

Thus kindly I scatter

    Thy leaves o'er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

    Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,

    When friendships decay,

And from love's shining circle

    The gems drop away!

When true hearts lie withered,

    And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

    This bleak world alone?

... then reap the seed. Reap the seed.

[miatartistry]

I’m finally actually working on chapter 3 of The Blessed and the Damned…. I want to get to the action so badly but I have to set so much stuff up first. And it doesn’t help that I challenged myself to write the same amount of words or more based on the previous chapter. Send help :”)