you will be warm again ⛅️

my four horsemen~ ATLA🔥Cosmere🗡️DnD/CR🎲and SoC 🐦‍⬛ Making art and writing a role swap Kanej AU- Two for Joy on A03 ✌🏻

[lnuns]

“Awww, where’s your sense of style, Helvar? No fun in assassination if there isn’t some panache to it. How are you planning on wearing his face if it’s still attached to his body?”

Matthias felt his fists tighten, the urge to throttle Brekker growing stronger by the second. These men didn’t deserve to be collateral in whatever sick game the demon boy played at. They may not quite have been his rightful brothers, but they were his countrymen nonetheless. They hadn’t agreed to play his games.

“Inej said none of them had to die,” he growled, taking an almost involuntary step toward the thief.

“Then you better pray to whatever snow god it is you believe in that none of them get in my way,” the boy practically purred. He gave his knife one last twirl, then winked at Matthias.

“Catch you at the harbor, soldier boy.”

Chapter 13 of Two for Joy out now!

[firenaition]

I HAVE NEVER MADE BROTHERS BEFORE, GOD EXPLAINS. THAT IS HOW I THOUGHT THEY WERE MADE.

[bogwitchatrois]

The Schemers Table: tightly paced, impeccably scripted 70's era heist/espionage thriller based on a John Le Carre novel.

The Seekers Table: Pride & Prejudice & Zombies if it was a road movie.

The Soldiers Table: Robin Hood: Men in Tights set in a soulsborn universe.

[lnuns]

He's a lady's favored vassal and Dol-Makjar's favorite rake. He's haunted by shadows no one else sees and hunting specters that have taken everything. He's loyal and snarky and hiding too much.

He is Sir Julien Davinos, Jack of Hearts

[lnuns]

Mother, put away my dresses,

Pearls and rosy garlands.

Dazzling garments, splendid costumes,

Are no more for me.

Flowers and finery once I adored,

Our hopes they did gush like a fountain;

But now as Poland lies stretched in her grave

Nothing will I ever wear again

But a black dress.

Please. My daughter has never been a sister to you. I know. I’m sorry, I really am. So sorry. She’s my only child. You understand, do you? You must understand. That there’s no one else I could ask to do it for her but you. Because you love her so.

@alltheworldsinmyhead crushing us again with another chapter. The poem is from this blog on Polish culture and fashion, and the dress design is based on the research in this article

[iggyfing]

absolutely flabbergasting to see people who have so enthusiastically succumbed to despair. like okay denethor, but some of us are gonna actually face the armies of mordor in battle nonetheless.

[figtreeandvine]

The thing about Denethor is that he not only succumbed to despair, he wanted to ensure that Faramir succumbed with him. Similarly, a lot of people now are not only succumbing to despair, they're actively proselytizing despair, trying to convince others to join them in their hopelessness. Despair is apparently lonely and they want company in their self-immolation.

[knives-in-the-dishwater]

btw denethor succumbed to despair bc he was doomscrolling on the palantir. Sauron tweaked his algorithm so he only saw bad news, and he fell into the trap of thinking the world couldn't be saved.

[lnuns]

She's lost her entire world and still fights for the one she lives in now. She finds love in dead things and hope in life beginning again. She is both gentle and fierce, awkward and authoritative.

She is Vaelus of the Mornveil, Queen of Hearts.

[lnuns]

“Awww, where’s your sense of style, Helvar? No fun in assassination if there isn’t some panache to it. How are you planning on wearing his face if it’s still attached to his body?”

Matthias felt his fists tighten, the urge to throttle Brekker growing stronger by the second. These men didn’t deserve to be collateral in whatever sick game the demon boy played at. They may not quite have been his rightful brothers, but they were his countrymen nonetheless. They hadn’t agreed to play his games.

“Inej said none of them had to die,” he growled, taking an almost involuntary step toward the thief.

“Then you better pray to whatever snow god it is you believe in that none of them get in my way,” the boy practically purred. He gave his knife one last twirl, then winked at Matthias.

“Catch you at the harbor, soldier boy.”

Chapter 13 of Two for Joy out now!

[lnuns]

WIP Sundayyy

Told myself I'd finish editing this chapter today but I in fact did not do that because @alltheworldsinmyhead just released a new chapter of Eulogy in Purple and that's all I can think about. So here's a snippet of what's next- thanks for the tag @carolinawrenn !

Before he could make another botched attempt at trying to parse through the other boy’s mind, or even, Djel take him, attempting to…comfort??? Brekker, the other boy snapped back out of whatever…that…had been, and was gone, vanished like a ghost on the wind. Matthias blinked, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to recover from the utter confusion the past thirty seconds had dropped upon him. He was about to turn around and head back to the boardinghouse, when he saw him. 

The boy lounging against the side of one of the temporary housing units built for performers was a little older than Kaz must have been, but the resemblance was almost shocking. Tall, fair skinned, dark hair a little longer and curlier, but with the same sharp cowlick that Brekker seemed to think made him look edgy. Matthias might have very well mistaken him for Ghafa’s Wraith, had he not been half naked and utterly lacking in the regard for the personal space that Brekker guarded so ferociously. He was mesmerizing to look at, seeming to draw the other performers and clientele into his orbit as easily as moth to flame. No wonder Brekker had seemingly left him for last. Not an easy one to get close to, despite the bright smile and easy laugh. 

“See I was right about the ogling,” came the now to-familiar snide tone, and Matthias jumped. 

Tagging @endoftheworldhere @she-posts-nerdy-stuff @whatanybodygets if you'd like :))

[lnuns]

My OG favorite narrative foils ❤️💙

@zannolin your fics inspire us all to dream a little deeper ✨

[lnuns]

She's given everything to guide others toward an eternity increasingly uncertain. She leads with wisdom, loyalty, and ferocity. She holds her companion's hearts with both tenderness and truth.

She is Thaisha Lloy, King of Hearts

[and-fishing-equipment]

sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????

[lnuns]

He's the boy meant to die to start a war. He's a miracle and a disappointment and the salvation no one asked for. He's a self taught necromancer and animal enthusiast and rebel and a boy who just wanted to be loved.

He's Occtis Tachonis, Ace of Hearts

[niacart]

Seekers table old west au that no one asked for but me 😌

I wanted to try and incorporate some of the canon designs into the fits but Occtis ended up looking p similar to canon cus I couldn’t imagine him as a cowboy 😭 (also a full body thaisha piece is coming trust 🙏)

[unicorngunter]

Even when the cold comes crashing through

I’m putting all my bets on you

I hope they never understand us

[unicorngunter]

Super quick messy sketches but i was hit with urge to draw them with swapped clothes for whatever reason. Maybe it's for a con! Maybe it's a whole role-swapped au. Who knows!

[lnuns]

He has forgotten how she looked at sixteen, dancing with a bow in her hair on her birthday. Has worked so hard to forget that dance that has never happened, because Jordie asked her out first. The dance that should’ve happened. The dance they owe each other and the kids they used to be.

@alltheworldsinmyhead 's World War Kanej AU is one of the most stunning things out there- got me all up in the feels about soldier boys and poppy fields red with blood and girls who gave up too much for a fight that never should have been.