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a-little-artsy · 23 days

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hey gang sorry for being late to the club

anyway I read TSS

Okay

HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE IN THE SUIT AJSJAKWNKDJSJEF

sorry if writing looks wonky i tried using lasso tool heartbreaking emoji,,,

#art #dog man #dav pilkey #the scarlet shredder #IM SOSKKAEJKSAKEJ #the book was actuslly rlly good ^_^#THE CKCC CAST WAS IN THERE FOT LIKE 2 PAGES BUT ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT #sorry guys im so normal #anyway #i liked reading it ^_^#petey's dreams felt random but at the same time YAY BACKSTORY #But then i read little jim's part so #AKEJWLWOSIS SOBS

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name-s-are-not-important · 6 months

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In the fourth book, Cassandra began to laugh at the reason Halt had been sentenced, to defuse the tension and give Duncan an opportunity to treat it differently than if they had all stood and stared at each other in horror.

She was not only a damn princess but also a diplomat. She owed Halt her life and she knew that Duncan was aware of it. By not taking it seriously as a betrayal, she had helped them all gain time to think about what now, despite the public around them.

She did what she could in this situation to help Halt.

Halt did something very similar for her in the seventh book, when he started mocking in public to kill them already and instead of Cassandra, the focus was on him...

In this essay I will-

#rangers apprentice #ranger’s apprentice meme #ranger’s apprentice #ranger's apprentice #Cassandra #evanlyn #king duncan #halt o'carrick #some appreciation for Halt & Cassandra feels please #they were so great together #and then the 10th book came out with The Girls Plot and borh Cassie & Alyss were ruined yay #but anyway Cassandra deserves some love #headcanon #theory

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mmvalentine · 6 months

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Lucky | Feysand

It was a throw away comment and Feyre knows it.

“Stop leaving glasses out!” Rhys had said, half laughing, tugging the end of her ponytail and dropping two cups and a mug into the sink.

Rhys makes her a cup of tea every evening, and it’s one of the hundred little ways that Feyre feels spoiled. She does like to keep a glass of water on the night stand, and where Tamlin hated it when she worked, Rhys has always supported her career. So they both leave early in the morning and more often than not, there’s a small collection of glassware in their bedroom.

It's completely fair that Rhys would prefer that she take them to the kitchen in the morning.

So why is it that the comment unsteadies her?

“I’m sorry,” Feyre says, and rushes to the sink. Her hands shake on the sponge. “My brain doesn’t function in the morning, I’ll remember to wash up before bed.” She goes for casual but it comes out breathless, and the Rhys looks over with a frown.

Maybe it’s because she’s been here for four weeks but doesn’t trust this yet.

Not Rhys- he’s been nothing but gorgeous, and patient, and kind. He’s so completely sure about her and in some ways that’s the most wonderful thing about him. And in some ways, it’s a lot of fucking pressure.

Rhys comes to stand behind her and puts his nose on her neck. Closes his fingers over her wrists until she stops moving, and wraps his arms around her waist.

“That’s fair,” he murmurs. “It’s not a real gripe.”

Some nights, Feyre lies awake in the dark, long after Rhys has fallen asleep, and tries to deep-breathe the fear away. It never works. But how can she tell him? It’s not his fault. The problems are all in her head.

“I’m sorry,” Feyre whispers, and she doesn’t mean the glasses.

She knows it’s not realistic, but it’s hard to fight the urge to be as perfect as possible, because she’s never had it so good, and the fact that it could break any day now is more than enough to keep her guts in permanent knots. She’s been holding her lips closed over the anxiety. She’s been trying so hard. She’s brittle enough that the shallow criticism lands like failure in her stomach.

“It’s okay,” Rhys murmurs. He picks up a tea towel and dries her hands, dragging her waist away from the sink. “You’re safe, honey.”

Sometimes Feyre forgets that Rhys does know. Knows better than most- after all, he’s known Tamlin longer than she has. Still, she’s both embarrassed and relieved that he can read her so easily.

“I didn’t mean it,” Rhys says. “Please leave cups in the room. It means you live here and that is so wonderful, to me.”

Rhys sits down on the couch and pulls her into his lap. Feyre hides her face in his chest and wishes, for the thousandth time, that she was better than this. That her fear of Tamlin’s anger would not be an unwelcome third in her and Rhys’s house.

“Hey,” Rhys whispers. “Don’t be sad, beautiful girl.” He slides his hand under her hair, and touches their foreheads together. “You’re okay.”

And then he kisses her, and it helps.

Feyre takes a deep breath, and kisses him back. It’s difficult to be here, it’s difficult to let herself be loved like this. But touching Rhys is always easy, and soon her fingers find his collar and his jaw and the raven curls at the back of his head. And she can feel him smile against her mouth when she tugs him closer.

“Does this help?” he asks. Feyre just nods, and kisses him again. The rough of Rhys’s palms walk up her back, under her shirt, until his hand rests behind her neck.

“I have less anxiety when you’re touching me,” she admits, and Rhys chuckles softly.

“That’s good,” he says, and in the next moment he’s lifted her up out of his lap and laid her back down on the couch cushions. He settles easily between her legs, and every time it’s a thrill to Feyre that he’s hard because of her. His mouth wanders from her lips to her throat to her collar bone and back up.

“I’m not mad,” he says, because that’s always what she’s afraid of and he knows it. “Of course I’m not, you’re such a good girl, how could I be?”

And like clockwork those two words make her brain slide, and her eyes close as his tongue travels the indent that runs from under her sternum to her navel.

“Please,” Feyre breathes. Rhys just looks up at her from under the ink of his eyelashes, and continues kissing down her stomach. “Please,” she says again, and this time he leans up and kisses her heavy on the mouth.

“That’s such a pretty word on your tongue,” he tells her. Feyre doesn’t respond, she’s concentrating on Rhys’s belt buckle and the button beneath it. He glances down, and then gives her a pitying look. “My poor darling,” he says. His teeth graze the corner of her jaw. “You need this, huh?”

Feyre wins her battle with Rhys’s zipper and slides her hand down the front of his jeans. She’s rewarded with a shudder that rips across his shoulders, and it only makes her melt further into the couch.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“You need it?” Rhys asks again. He grinds against her palm and she loves how even when he’s in control, he comes undone a little under her hands. “You need me to fuck it better?”

“Yes,” Feyre says again, and now she shoves his jeans the rest of the way off him, and Rhys pulls his shirt over his head in one motion. He gets his mouth on her throat and his hand on her breast, and Feyre’s limbs reach up and around him to pull him closer than skin. He drags her tights off, agonizingly slow, and then her shirt, and every inch that’s exposed is immediately pressed up against the warmth of him, searing but sweet.

“Tell me how much,” Rhys says, and it’s only the cotton of her underwear that’s between them when he rolls his hips against hers. Feyre closes her eyes, speaks against the slant of his cheek.

“Too much,” she says. He hooks her leg over his shoulder and Feyre’s back arches up off the couch. “And too often. You have no idea…” she trails off, trying to press up against Rhys as he moves all too slowly.

“Too often?” he asks. His fingers drift down, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“All the time,” she gasps. Her hands scrabble on his shoulders as he drags the elastic down over her hips.

“I wish you’d tell me.” He starts to kiss down over her breasts, but Feyre pulls him back up to her lips and slide her tongue against his. He groans softly in her mouth, and she pulls her knees up the sides of his ribcage, digs her heels into base of his back. “I wish you’d lean over, while we’re watching TV, and tell me how bad…” here Rhys pauses to draw a shaky breath because Feyre is wet against his naked cock, “…you need to be fucked.”

“I’m telling you now,” Feyre argues, and lifts her hips to prove her point.

“You are,” Rhys concedes, and presses up against heat of her. “And you’re doing such a good job.” He pushes inside her, and Feyre’s head drops back against the cushions. She breathes in, and it feels like a long time she’s been holding her breath. “Look at me,” Rhys says, and when she opens her eyes he’s watching her face change when he moves out and back in. His hips punch forward when she meets the violet of his gaze, and Feyre gasps.

“That’s it baby,” Rhys murmurs. “Keep looking at me.”

It’s easier said than done- Rhys’s eyes scald her and every time their hips touch her mind slides.

“Come on honey, you can do it.”

Feyre’s eyes snap open, but somehow there’s five hundred years in that stare and it’s a lot to bear. She tips her head back and throws her arm over her face.

And then Rhys’s fingers close over her throat, and it’s strange that this makes her feel safer, that it always makes her feel safer when he’s holding her down because every other moment she’s on the verge of floating away altogether.

“Is that better?” Rhys asks. His eyes darken above her, and she loves knowing that he likes her like this.

“Yes,” she breathes, and his grip tightens.

“You’re so good,” he tells her. “My good girl.”

Feyre can’t help it, she moans at the praise and the sound pushes Rhys’s pace up. This time when her eyes squeeze shut he lets her. Sits up on his heels to get a deeper angle and puts his teeth on her ankle.

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?” Rhys asks. He slides his thumb against her tongue for a second, before touching it to her clit. She can’t answer, because he keeps his rhythm while he talks to her and it’s knocking the breath from her lungs. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” His eyes rake over her, hooded and muddled, and there’s nothing quite so intoxicating as watching him look at her.

Rhys leans his forearms on either side of her face and leans down over her. Feyre’s hands come up automatically to follow the muscles of his back. She thinks he’ll kiss her, but when she tilts her face up he just flicks his eyes down to her mouth and then back up. He slows down now, moves in long, languid strokes that make Feyre feel like she’s drowning.

“You know,” he murmurs. “You can always tell me if you need this.” This time he does kiss her, and the next time he speaks it’s right next to her ear. “I’d drop everything and bend you over. Empty your head just like you like.”

Feyre‘s nails dig into Rhys’s shoulders and he shifts again, moving fast now and breathing shallow.

“Come on baby,” he says, and she can hear the strain in his voice. “Feel good for me.”

She doesn’t need to be told, he always feels good and today is no exception. Not when the snap of his hips makes a steady undertow that she is fast being dragged in by, not when the smell of him this close is enough to drive her to distraction, not when she can feel him start to chase his own release and knows that she’s the one making him feel like this.

“Give it to me,” she whispers. “I want it, want to feel you…”

But Rhys just laughs and shakes his head. “You first, angel.”

Feyre is tempted to see if she can make him lose control, but the way he moves is too good to ignore. And, she’s never one to pass up an opportunity to show him how good she can be.

“Right now,” Rhys says, under her ear, and honestly it’s so easy with him. Feyre breaks in between one breath and the next, and it’s a thing that wrings her out over and over in the cage of Rhys’s arms. It’s somewhere in the aftershocks that Rhys comes too, and she hasn’t told him but this is the part to Feyre that feels so intense she never quite feels like she’ll survive it. But of course she does, and minutes later the world filters back in and the couch cushions are scratchy against her back and there is sweat in Rhys’s hair and her heart is still beating painfully hard in her chest.

And Feyre feels calm, in this moment, which is rare but increasing. She presses her nose against Rhys’s forehead, where he’s half dozing on her chest, and tries to remember the feeling of it, because there will be a next time that she feels anxious and afraid, but if she’s very lucky, and she has been very lucky, there will also be a next time for this part right here, and that makes everything worthwhile.

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Well hello there angels! It's been a hot minute, I'm rusty don't laugh at me!

But seriously a lot of things have happened and I still kinda feel a little lost (read: completely out of control)- and not all in bad ways. I've been meaning to post some one shot type things and to talk about my book but man it is HARD. So for now here is a little angsty thing that may or may not be just be T-Swifting it about my current sitch and my book links: UK and international US eBook Australia

And ummm this feels like I am too irrelevant to pull this anymore and I'm sorry if you do not want to be on this but,

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-loml @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira @live-the-fangirl-life @maybekindasortaace @annejulianneh111 @thebonecarver @rowaelinismyotp @loosingdreams @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @achernarlight @swankii-art-teacher @sjmships @courtofjurdan @teddytdr @positivewitch @thalia-2-rose @darling-archeron @rapunzel1523 @fairchildjace @hopefulacademia @story-scribbler @fandomstalker27 @realbookloverproblems @dealfea @s-tormwitch @cretaceous-therapod @whenyadoesntcutit @scatterbrainedgirl @whoever-you-choose-to-love @endlessdaydream @elentiya-whitethorn @rarephloxes @timesconvert @mis-lil-red @alerialumina

#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #ooookay does anyone come to the tags for the life updates #because if you do heres the scoop #i live in london now #im about to lose my job boo #but im starting an apprenticeship yay #but its unpaid boo #anyway so end of the year im out of a house and an income #also i have a new boyfriend who wait for it is not an alcoholic #and i cannot fucking handle it because im full of trauma #anyway please read my book okay byyeeeee

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modmad · 2 years

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IT’S LIVE! You wanted it, we’ve set it up, all we need is to hit that goal!

The Property of Hate Volume Three Topato-Go fundraiser is now up and running, with stretch goals for delicious shiny prints, stickers, badges, and most excitingly a whole NEW book full of completely new unseen material:

Illustrated by the incredible @crankyteapot Unbecoming is a story about a girl who travels to a strange world full of illogical sense and perilous peculiarities, but mostly it is about her finding out who she is, and what that means. The tale is much in the line of Alice in Wonderland/the Phantom Tollbooth, and it is the first prose book I have attempted to print. Hopefully the first of many more!

If you have never heard of the Property of Hate, great news! You can read the whole thing here for free, no adverts even. It’s a web comic about a TV headed monster who takes a child to the World of Make Believe to become the Hero... which isn’t as peachy as it sounds. The first two books have been a great success, and I hope that we can make this third one a reality! (It’s a good one. There’s a lot of chase sequences. You’ll love it.)

If you’re interested please consider supporting the project, and sharing it with anyone you know! The more people share, the more likely it is to become a reality!

#topatoco #the property of hate #tpoh #IT'S UP GO GO GO #topato go #web comic #comic #book #idk what to tag this as uh ANYWAY #YAY

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runawaymun · 2 months

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Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @that-angry-noldo to share the last seven lines I wrote in my WIP! Thank you for the summons!

From To Partake:

He had let his anger get the better of him. He realizes that now, like a cold shock to his spine, here in the dark alone. He had overreacted. That is why he is so angry. He is not angry at Elrond, not really. Ereinion is angry with himself. He does not know how he will be able to stand facing Elrond tomorrow.

And from Beneath a Boundless Sky

He meant to broach the idea to Istiel, so she could put the question to her people. To our people, Elrond fiercely reminded himself. My people. Sometimes he wondered if it had been a mistake to refuse to take on any mantle of formal leadership for the remnants of Doriath. He only had not wished to tempt them to name him king — a title Elrond neither wanted nor felt that he deserved — with his Ñoldorin braids and his Fëanorian accent and his ignorance to his own childhood customs. He knew that it was hardly his fault, but there had been plenty of others who were better qualified than he was to lead the Doriathrim. Istiel had been their second choice, and Elrond’s first.

I think most people have already played by now, but just in case I am tagging @raointean @thesolarangel and @greyjedijaneite and whomever else has not played yet but would like to!

#to partake #beneath a boundless sky #these are both so angsty haha #but i'm at that spot rn in both fics #i just think there's no getting around the fact that Elrond was basically colonized as a child and i think that's something he had to #come to terms with #and sort of get used to reclaiming his cultural heritage #celeborn helped a lot #anyway #that doesn't show up often in my work but every once in a while it does rear its ugly ass head #yay trauma!#but i do think it's pretty significant that Elrond overwhelmingly aligns himself with the Sinda in the books #when he was pretty unarguably raised Noldorin from about the age of 7 onward and then was plunged into involvement in a very Noldorin court #as a young adult #or perhaps even younger than that #i have a LOT of thoughts about Elrond's relationship with his Sinda half #which are not going to fit here in the tags

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ladybender · 7 months

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Yo if that episode was just Fry’s dream, it seems like he’s having some repressed concerns about aging. Leela leaving him for a guy who called him elderly. The windos story of him literally winding down to death.

I like the theory that it was Fry's dream the best, and yeah it makes it interesting if fry is having some repressed fears and insecurities.

would have been nice if the episode had just ended with him waking up in bed next Leela, but without that confirmation i just don't really know what to make of this episode tbh, except it's an anthology with a different format that feels a bit like a soap opera with commercial breaks. the through line of the segments seems to be about death and reincarnation, but the main prince story just ended abruptly with nothing to tie it together and a quick explanation. idk. i didn't hate it but it could have been stronger

#futurama spoilers #the prince and the product #i've also seen many people going so strong against this ep and idk if it's really deserved?#was it great? eh not really #but was it the worst thing ever? also no #imo at least #did it ruin freela? literally no - nothing in the episode is canon and even if it left a so so taste in my mouth #it's not as bad as HTWW1 in my book #what leela was under a spell with the borax kid too? what was up with that?#anyway this episode doesn't even come close to being the worst thing ever for me #it's weird and silly but i'm taking this over some of the bottom barrel CC pulled #all this said yay i'm excited for the finale!!!!!!

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pastafossa · 10 months

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If what you said in the past is still correct about you not caring if someone prints and binds their own copy of TRT, how would you section out the chapters to be their own books?

It still is! I'm totally fine if someone prints and binds their own copy of TRT for their shelf! I get wanting to have your favorite fics around (I have lost maaaany of my favorite fics over the years, just poof, gone, whoosh, and wish I'd known about binding sooner).

Ok so I have ZERO idea if this is feasible as binding but currently I have TRT sectioned tentatively as Book One: Chapters 1-43 Book Two: Chapters 44-73 Book Three: Chapters 74-105 Book Four: Chapters 106-? (haven't broken this next section up yet)

Book 1 is fairly solid for me in that from the very beginning I planned to bookend their first meeting on a rooftop in chapter 1 with the moment they have their first kiss and reunite after their time apart on yet another rooftop cause fuck yeah symbolic. But after that things are a little hazy, though I've tried to choose natural arc ending and beginning points. I'm also not entirely sure how easy it would be to group the first 43 chapters (it might be too long? I'm not sure). But if I had to separate them, that's generally how I'd do it!

#the red thread #BIND AWAY MY FRIEND #anyway yeah that's how i'd break it up i think #book 1 is definitely the one i planned most to be a 'book' since that was even where i intended to 'end' the first fic #and start the next in the series #before i just decided to keep writing cause yay wordcount!#after that 2 and 3 are kinda hazy and i'm not super picky #4 is wobbly cause i haven't really sat down and chosen a 'here is the end and here's the start of a new one'

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displayheartcode · 5 months

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I know we’re all tired of illustrated covers, but damn the Berkeley team treats Ashley Poston’s romance novels well

#ashley poston #anyway YAY NEW BOOK WITH A SUPER FUN CONCEPT

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madwheelerz · 1 year

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Manifestation Theory Supplement - What happened to Will + the Beginning

So, what happened to Will in season one exactly? Well, I think in the first timeline that Will died. As in he was murdered. Now you might be wondering who would murder Will like that and well season one certainly stresses the existence of as a very negative force in Will’s life.

Someone who knew he had just died. Someone who knew that his death occurred at the quarry and was ruled a suicide despite supposedly being in the city. Who other than Lonnie Byers. Lonnie who showed up just in time for the money and let’s say we’re in the one, the one being the timeline where Will is alive then the other 99…

This is where it gets me. That first DnD game is so important because in the initial timeline it would’ve been the last time Mike saw Will alive and happy so it’s something like a save point. Karen stops the game at 8:15 hence the importance of that time. So, Will goes home and Lonnie kills him. I’m not sure I can decode the specifics of how, but anyway Will dies.

I think Mike’s main power up until this point was probably time manipulation/travel. A bit like El’s telekinesis it’s the first stage of said powers. After Will’s death Mike tries to rewind the timeline and completely override the first one except, he doesn’t necessarily fail, but he doesn’t succeed either instead we get whatever in the loony tunes is going on right now and why you might ask?

Because Mike most likely damaged his brain by attempting to rewind time like that. He most likely had some semblance of control over time before hand seeing as according to Dustin-

We learn that Mike is very good with time. Then we get to see Mike always seeming to lose track of his time. Later from El we see that pushing your power to the limit can damage your brain and cause amnesia.

So let’s say Mike rewinds time to his save point which would be 8:15, the time where he could consider things would’ve gone wrong because his mom stopped the game. Mike is twelve. He would not have had the power level necessary to pull that off and most definitely would’ve pushed way past his limit.

When El pushed past her limit she opened a gate. If Mike had reached a point where he pushed past his limit trying to destroy a timeline he considers failed and given himself brain damage, it’s possible that the manifestations started then. That would’ve been the perfect time for it to begin as a sort of consequence of time travel.

El, HNL, the upside-down, the Russian subplot, and more are products of this. They keep reflecting Mike too closely to be a complete coincidence. Mike just randomly starting to create things out of the blue without rhyme or reason doesn’t make sense, however, him trying to do something else and being met with a consequence because he released a large amount of energy does.

This would be the balance. Mike’s powers aren’t going to completely evil, but they aren’t going to be completely good either. It would force Mike to reconsider his black and white view of things because surely the thing that saved Will can’t be completely evil, but the things the came after can’t be completely good either.

Mike’s relationship with time is very peculiar. He’s got curfews, he’s being told to stop his games at specific times, his watch being such an important item that it’s one of the view to be on the right hand.

Both times when Mr. Clarke is talking about parallel universes and the vale, which we later refer to as the upside-down, Mike is just randomly in frame despite not really contributing to the conversation. This is similar to what happens when Dustin narrates what the “Vale of Shadows” is.

Will having died explains why all the Will-alikes keep dying despite Will dying at the end making no sense at all. Rather it’s a way to tell us that Will died, and his death is significant to the plot. Also, Billy being referred to as another him, so the other him dying and even having a grave.

Okay so, Mike isn’t necessarily manifesting on purpose, but beings keep escaping from his subconscious and as he grows older this power grows stronger. This is why Mike is the only one who seems to be able to become fully attuned to the motivations of places such as the upside-down or HNL.

They aren’t real. They’re a part of him and the only person who’s going to understand that in all it’s capacity is going to be him. Mike is the one who will be able understand the way he thinks the best. Now I don’t think that necessarily means he’ll be kind considering how much Mike likes to beat himself up.

El says she found the source followed by a picture of a rather intense closeup to Mike.

On that note they really kept pushing the idea that Lonnie killed Will only for it to be a fake out, but Lonnie is definitely still suspicious.

#manifestation theory supplement or so #manifestation theory #mike wheeler #jonathan might have been right on the money checking lonnie's trunk like that #anyway #yay time travel #for HNL being fake take note of the first DM book that Mike uses and what happens when it gets narrated from #more later #maybe #manifestation theory supplement #timeline 0

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cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness · 1 year

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A witcher and his bard lover... They couldn't make the parallel more obvious. Thrown along with the casual queer representation of Blood Origin, it's like both a wink and a slap at the same time.

#witcher blood origin spoilers #im like yay!! because i love them both together #but also i wish it was geralt and jaskier too #especially with how queer-coded jaskier is #the incels would have a riot if strong manly geralt liked it in the butt too so i guess we cant have it #its not like the show writers have been following the books anyway

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