an anthology of a decade worth of ramblings

revived this after like a decade or something idk whoa | ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/frozenpapers/profile

[nympholaniac]

Do u guys think Twilight every photoshopped pictures of their little forger family together because he was embarrassed to tell Yor the pic idea. And then one day, yor just sees the cutest picture of them wearing costumes as santa clause and she is wondering if she has dementia or not

[psych-is-the-name]

[susiephone]

"duck amuck" ass post

[derpy-the-tiger]

Idk, maybe I'm just late to notice that, but it just hit me that the narrator calls him "Loid" instead of "Twilight"

[forgedthorns]

academic travesties and quotidians

Summary:

“And pray tell, Mister Forger, why would Mister Swan punch you?” Professor Henderson raises a brow, ever expectant.

“He ran into my fist accidentally –“

“ – He was defending me after Murdoch made a comment about how I became an imperial scholar."

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Or, a travesty presents itself as an opportunity for Loid to finally ask his seatmate out.

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[pimppnxxfg]

YOR'S OUTFITS IN THE ANIME 💖

[aerequets]

only reason yor does not find anya right away in this latest arc is because she gets accosted by bumblina fans

[jorolle]

@animangacreators challenge 03 ➝ alphabet challenge [19/26]

↳ S ✹ Sylvia Sherwood // "Handler"

[philosophybits]

“People try to get away from it all — to the country, to the beach, to the mountains. You always wish that you could too. Which is idiotic: you can get away from it anytime you like. By going within. Nowhere you can go is more peaceful — more free of interruptions — than your own soul. Especially if you have other things to rely on. An instant’s recollection and there it is: complete tranquility.”

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (4.3)

[forgedthorns]

there’s something broken about this

chapter 17: fervent prayers for the doubted prey

Summary:

“He is playing with his food,” she tells him, and there is that faraway look in her eyes as though she understands what’s it like – to give chase, ever so curious what they could do to her, to an assailant that is more than five steps forward. “And, I think, it’s because it’s far more valuable to read into you than to report you to the SSS. If he lets this end quickly, he won’t have access to any information that you may know about Westalis.

“And once he has it, once he is done with you, he has his information, which can help him win this war because as much as WISE is looking into the East for any indications or plans of war, so is us, so is Ostania.”

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Or, Twilight and Yor try to navigate the truth during a debriefing.

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Read from the start here

[forgedthorns]

papa needs to hush

Summary:

“Anya wants a milkshake,” she says, and then her papa has a lecture recited in his brain about dinner, and losing appetites, and that just won’t do, will it? So Anya tuts, and then shakes her head. “For papa.”

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Or, in attempt to quiet her papa's thoughts, Anya challenges Loid to finish the milkshake faster to be the "bestest dad". She later learns that brain freeze doesn't freeze thoughts, but it was funny nonetheless.

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[martiankitty]

meanwhile in the Post-Reveal AU:

whack-a-mole bonus:

[doctorsiren]

some sxf meme redraws from the other week

[forgedthorns]

Loid traces Yor’s leathered skin, weathered by time and age, and yet, still, infinitely beautiful.

“When I die, I want to be reincarnated as a cat,” she tells him, sleep already palpable in the way her tone wavers.

“And I’ll still be there right beside you.”

The morning comes, and they lay, side-by-side, motionless—the world holding its breath as time finally stops.

Outside, two orange cats curl against each other lazily underneath the gaze of the sun. An odd pair with odd eyes—one with red, the other blue.

[389]

[writing-prompt-s]

A supervillain goes to investigate a disturbance at the entrance of their secret lair, only to find their superhero archnemesis standing there, shivering. "I'm sorry, but I just got evicted and I didn't have anywhere else to go."

[forgedthorns]

There she is—the Thorn Princess, the woman who has, more often than not, foiled all of his plans, shivering like a leaf neath the billowing of the winds of winter’s horrors.

He has the upper hand—Twilight knows this, and it would have been easy, too abecedarian really, to strike at her lowest. But, and it’s awful, this menacing but that puts every macabre plan he has into a fitful pause, he does not enact on it—can’t.

It’s the way her eyes shimmer—sanguine underneath the silver of the moonlight, encased in tears wanting to be shed. Wine deep, and bitter tasting, sweet in the way it softens every fight within him like a nerve that lost its purpose; and Twilight finds himself drunk in it, intoxicated with the way he becomes languid, tender in a way he never was when well within the realms of their loathing.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him, and it’s just Yor Briar, the assistant, the civilian he has suspected—so small in the way the Thorn Princess isn’t. “I should go.”

It’s a possession, is what he calls it, as Twilight advances and takes her in his arms where it’s safe, and it’s warm, and it’s home even for a short while.

Her gasp echoes in the room—an echo of both their disbelief, but he quiets it by the way he swallows her frame whole in his arms.

“Stay,” he replies in a voice that is not his, but is.

They can be enemies tomorrow, but for now—for now…

[forgedthorns]

When Loid suggested to affix a mirror on their ceiling, on top of the bed, Yor thought it would be dangerous.

Staring up at herself now while he’s fucking into her, Yor finds that her opinion on it hasn’t changed, though the level of danger has an entirely different meaning.

[riiisinghooope]

I know it would be narratively unsatisfying if it actually happened but I always think a reveal like this would be so funny