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cuuno-moved · 1 year
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True Beauty
Bongragh was not a pretty city.
Oh, sure, it was alright- it was a hub city of sorts, the kind that adventurers traveled through and sometimes settled in, but it wasn’t made to be pretty, unlike most dwarven cities, it was made to survive the ever present danger of the volcano it was built into erupting. It was a fortress of a city, and its people were severely lacking any sort of elegant wonder.
Brontel was not like most of the people of Bongragh. 
From a young age, he’d always admired the beautiful strangers who bustled through the city looking for magical artifacts to buy and sell, visiting inns and rest stops, sparing the locals not a glance, unless it was to start a fight. Brontel dreamed of becoming like that, beautiful and magical, walking through a city that was not his own, unafraid and unabashed.
He used to dress up in his mother’s rough weave dresses and heavy shawls and twirl around the house, demanding his parents and siblings trade with him, and, when he grew up, he became a tailor, working to mend these strangers’ beautiful clothes.
His aunt did nothing but encourage this. 
A drow who’d had her fair share of adventure, she would tell him tales of magic, of love, of excitement, and Brontel- oh, Brontel yearned.
One day, though, a tiefling came in, with a torn dress he wanted mended, and things changed.
The dress was not made for battle, and the tiefling wasn’t cold. He told Brontel about his adventures, described the places he’d seen, and, as Brontel painstakingly stitched the tears bit by bit, he realized that this torn fabric was true beauty.
It was silk, and white, with peach flowers on blue branches. It shone under his fingertips, and he could almost smell the flowers in the fabric. He ached as he handed it back.
“Do you want to come with me?” The tiefling, Oryon, asked. “You’d make a good fighter, I can see it in your eyes, and you won’t have to wait around for beauty to come to you.”
It was shockingly hard to leave.
Not because he had to say goodbye- there was really only three or four people who’d care if he left- but because those three or four were so insistent that he stay.
“I can’t protect you out there.”
“I don’t need you to protect me,” He insisted, his back to the bed as he packed his bag. “I’m a big boy now, I can win my own fights.”
There was no response, just a sigh.
(Always sighing, he thought, but didn’t say. This is why you’re graying already- and it’s not very attractive on you.)
And so, Brontel Wardrock left Bongragh, and he didn’t look back.
He sent letters, of course, at first to everyone, then, just a few, then, just to one.
The typical letter was short, but to the point, loving and concise, saying exactly what he needed to say.
‘Hello, dear. I killed a wolf today. Love, Brontel.’
Of course, with him moving so often, there was no telling if he ever got any back. He assumed he did, he assumed there was a massive pile of letters waiting for him to collect somewhere, but he didn’t mind. He knew everyone must miss him so much, and he couldn’t wait to see them when he got back, once he located True Beauty, and gotten a bit to take home. Once he could prove he was in the right. Once he could show everyone that it was out there.
Rossleon was supposed to be it.
It was supposed to be the most beautiful city in the world, supposed to be so close to perfection that even infernals wept when they saw it.
Brontel wasn’t impressed.
Sure, he’d seen some beauty there- Sunny’s cloak came close, as did Maya’s hair- but there was no True Beauty to be found.
And so, as soon as he could, he decided, he was going to move on. 
After he explored this cursed canyon, of course.
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wardingshout · 4 months
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Zelda goes mushroom girl
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tizeline · 1 year
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I've saved up more than enough primos for this little gremlin and I'm tired of waiting, they should release him now >:(
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barawrah · 18 days
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beloved
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big8cola · 1 year
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sweetdreamspootypie · 5 months
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Does anyone have any recs for reputable orgs for Jewish solidarity for Palestine?
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inkskinned · 9 months
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he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag#writeblr#it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal#fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho)#healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy#im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage....#1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind#and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes#2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception''#3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.''#idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh#im sure there are people who have this experience normally#but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists#when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band''#edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful#once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large#but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry.#but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes#but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally.#i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes#people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism#but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet .#i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY#and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound.#but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in#i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too.#here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change#was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort)#choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL
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latenightsundayblues · 7 months
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Lil switcheroo AU I couldn't stop thinking about ever since I saw that one drawing by @gattobamboom
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Adam's in the role of Amanda, Lawrence's in the role of Lynn and vice-versa
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hiddenmoonbeam · 8 months
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After a year of admiring amazing art and fics, I finally started drawing them too. So why not share, yeah? :')
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Feeling… thoughtful… about them……
These recent chapters doin numbers for my brain waves. Give me more, Oda, i stg.
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redysetdare · 1 month
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All this aroace character shipcourse has proven to me that a majority of people that interact in fandom cannot actually interact with characters and media outside of shipping and genuinely I believe you need to learn how to interact with media outside of shipping.
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treasure-goblin · 3 months
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Reblog to let prev know you're proud of how far they've come and that they are deserving of love and care.
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lesbaurinkos · 1 month
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knight of wands
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fellthemarvelous · 1 month
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Is this one of Obi-Wan Kenobi's hottest moments?
Yes. Yes it is.
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uncanny-tranny · 10 months
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The whole "breasts shouldn't be politicized because the primary purpose of breasts is to feed babies!" can be a fine jumping-off point, but I really wish people thought deeper than that when we talk about the ways in which bodies are politicized and restricted.
Like, why's it that when we talk about breasts, they must have some Higher Purpose? It's true that breasts aren't inherently sexual, but they aren't valuable solely because they can potentially feed a baby. A human body doesn't have to serve a Higher Purpose in order for it to not be legislated against or policed, and I just wish people would remember it isn't always about babies, about other people, about anything else other than the people who have that body.
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I think it's so adorable that early humans took wild gourds - a tiny fruit that hollows out as it dries, making it float - and decided to make something out of it
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they thought the tiny fruit was so good that they bred it for thousands of years, making it larger to form into bowls and cups, and different shapes to become bottles and spoons
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and musical instruments
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And then, people took the hollow gourds they farmed, and they turned them into houses for birds. We adapted them into the perfect houses for birds, and now there are specific breeds of birdhouse gourd just for making into birdhouses
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And humans dedicated gardening space and time and thousands of years of breeding to make the gourds so absolutely perfect for birds, that there is a species of bird that lives almost exclusively in them
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