disheartened creature

Leila | 27 | ao3: maegellescrown

[spiribia]

as a writer you will have a specific deck of vocab words you like using a lot and when you read other peoples' work you will see a very clear spread of different vocab words on their end. this is why you need to read, to collect other writers' words like it's a card game

[radioactive-earthshine]

You've heard of multi-shipper now get ready for multi-headcanoner: where multiple interpretations of the same character coexist in your head and they are all great.

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Do NOT let family obligations keep you from thinking about yaoi.

[traversety]

the spirit is willing but the flesh is so fucking out of it rn. actually the flesh would like to pack it up and leave. it's done with the horrors.

[taylortut]

Me sitting in unblinking silence inventing 6 new ways to Hurt The Character in my mind

[lustcannibalism]

if I don’t reply just assume it’s my curse acting up

[caesarsaladinn]

doing a reverse mary sue self-insert where you make up an oc and give them all of your worst personality traits

[maegelletargaryen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Vikings (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ivar/Sigurd (Vikings), Ivar & Sigurd (Vikings) Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Sigurd (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Bjorn (Vikings), Ragnar Lothbrok, Aslaug (Vikings), Siggy Bjornsdottir (Vikings), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Blood and Violence, Heavy Angst, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences, Medical Inaccuracies, Historical Inaccuracy, Canon-Typical Violence, Family Drama, Attempted Murder, Family Dynamics, References to Norse Religion & Lore, the irony of your least favorite son inheriting your ability, Protective Ivar (Vikings), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 9 of Ragnarssons the Bikings Summary:

“I have a bad feeling,” he said before he could stop himself. It was almost a whisper, but Ivar heard it well enough.

“What do you mean?”

“I had a nightmare. That’s why I ran out of the tent and came here.” He felt his hands starting to shake slightly. “And now I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

***

Or: the ultimate Sigurd whump fic.

[pjharvey]

life is just like you embarrass the shit out of yourself and then you die

[important-animal-images]

[theoutcastrogue]

[geigergearz]

I showed them to my mom once and she pointed at the kitten and said “petty theft” and pointed to the big cat and said “grand larceny”

[thedevilsrain]

jon snow: im a bastard. everyone hates me. i want to die. and im 14

tyrion for some fucking reason:

[maldarine]

[lalandofarson]

sometimes I wonder why y'all are obsessed with specific characters and I'm like "why them" but then I remember that sometimes its literally not your choice you just look at them wrong and all of a sudden they're taking up your every thought forever

[haletostilinski]

Best Teen Wolf Ship: Round 4

Thiam vs. Steter

Thiam

Steter

Voting ended onJan 8, 2025

[kymera219]

[aromanticduck]

There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).

[aromanticduck]

The opposite of this is a 'coke and mentos' dynamic, where the two people are generally chill and likeable but being around each other makes them both wild and chaotic.

[aromanticduck]

Here's the breakdown:

[riceflavor]

Going to be obsessed with this

[demonicae]

I also propose renaming 'crack ships' to 'acid ships' because they're a trip to read.

[pers3phone399]

@fablecore

[the-korova]

I am so glad that the word blorbos exists now. It’s so much more evocative and accurate than “comfort character”. Like, they’re different things. He doesn’t bring me comfort, he makes my hands itchy and I want to polish him with pledge. I want to put him in a Pringle’s tube and shake him. I want to brush his hair and put little shoes on him like a Bratz doll. That’s a blorbo.

[lysistratawrites]

broken spear, crowned storm - prelude

"my father was only nine-and-thirty. he had it in him to be a great king, the greatest since aegon the dragon. why would the gods take him, and leave you?"

Pairing: Original female! Baratheon/Baelor ‘Breakspear’ Targaryen

A/n: What if Baelor Breakspear gets the chance to be a great king?

Rating: Teen (+13)

storm's end, 200ac.

The fanfarre echoes in the prairie next to the fortress, and the assistants cheer both jousters.

“Well done, m’lord.”

“Don’t lay it on thick, Willem.” He takes another lance as he observes the audience, proud and showing. What does being the Heir to the Iron Throne worth if he can’t parade himself from time to time?

Another lance broken.

Both knights still standing.

Storm’s End had given them the privilege of enjoying nice days for the tourney celebrating lord Rickard’s birth of his first grandchild, and half of the Seven Kingdoms did not want to miss it. Neither did he. With the protocolary mourning period recently passed, he had the chance to enjoy being himself again, to find pleasure in moments like that one.

When he finally manages to cleanly defeat Alester Manderly, with no need of swords, he returns to his squire, passing by the tribune where a pair of bright eyes catch his attention.

“Who is the lady, Willem? The one in gold and black. Sad smile, beautiful hair.”

“M’lady Alysanne, ser. Lord Rickard Baratheon’s daughter.” He tastes that name in his mouth as the young squire talks “She was married to Olyvar Tyrell, but people say it’s not a happy marriage.”

He observes her from his position. There is something in that maid that calls her attention but he can’t quite tell why. He bites his lower lip, praying to the Gods to keep that woman safe and sound.

As the next knight dares to challenge him, a hedge knight old enough to be his father, he approaches with his lance towards the tribune, slowly, proud as only a Targaryen could be. With the visor of his helm up, he stops his stallion in front of it, all eyes upon him.

“Lady Alysanne Baratheon,” his voice loud and clear, her face showing a expression that could be the mix of curiosity and surprise “I humbly ask for the favor of the fairest of all storms.”

She stands up, and as she approaches him he can feel how his heart skips a beat.

“Good fortune to you, my prince,” she takes a piece of cloth with the colours of the crowned stags and ties it tightly to his lance as she speaks “although I think you may not need it.”

She looks at him with a bright smile upon her face, and he can’t help but do the same.

“It will assure me victory, my lady. I am quite certain of that.”