#rufe brush

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Treerose: I wonder what you taste like

Rufe Brush: Battery acid go away

#redwall #brian jacques #treerose #rufe brush #mariel of redwall

[redwalltournaments]

#redwall tournament #redwall #brian jacques #round 1 #best Warrior #rufe brush #russa nodrey

[lostmidnightwriter]

Rufe and Durry: *exist*

Me:

#redwall #redwall series #brian jacques #happy pride 🌈 #lgbtq+ #gay #what do you mean this isn't canon #yes it is #have you read that book #those two are married I'm sure #anyway #happy pride month to the redwall fandom only #tag your favorite lgbt couples in redwall #and yes they are all canon #I've discovered and decided #durry quill #rufe brush #redwall durry #redwall rufe #this post has been here for over 24 hours #and only now i noticed thatbmy phone autocorrected both their names to Rude and Furry #thanks i hate it #my stuff

[mole-supremacy]

Durry, Rufe, and Fatch -a polyamorous ‘what could have been’-

Brian Jacques’s The Bellmaker is an adventure story, staring a land under siege, brave rebels, bold rescuers, and a search party that face all the trials the ocean has to offer. Durry Quill and Rufe Brush are close friends who are members of this search party, who exchange many moments of emotional intimacy and physical contact. For many, this can be read as a romance. But alas, Durry Quill dies tragically, taken by the sea. Rufe Brush only survived because he had moved to save a shrew. This shrew, Fatch pledges to be his friend forever, and it is him that Rufe Brush leans upon in his time of grief. Interestingly this story could also be read as a romance. 

It is upon the discovery that Durry Quill has survived beyond all odds, that things begin heat up. One would think there might be some jealousy on the parts of either Durry or Fatch, Fatch of course being the second choice of sorts and Durry’s friendship having been so quickly forgotten in favor of Fatch, but this is not so. No, when Durry and Rufe are reunited, it is Fatch who is the most happy for them, and it is Fatch who manages to penetrate the twosome and make it a threesome. 

In this essay, I will....

#queer redwall #durry quill/rufe brush #Rufe brush/Fatch #Fatch/Durry quill #gay redwall

[pitviperofdoom]

I'm sure this has been discussed before, in years past when Redwall was a more active fandom, but. Man Brian Jacques really just flat out forgot what Rufe Brush's personality was supposed to be between Mariel of Redwall and The Bellmaker, didn't he.

I was all for giving him the benefit of the doubt, like maybe since Rufe gets more spotlight in Bellmaker we're just seeing a new side to him or realizing that his "strong, silent" persona was actually just shyness.

But no, Rufe straight up goes from stoically helping lead the Abbey's defenses against Graypatch in one book, to cringing and flinching at the thought of stealing the Pearl Queen in the next. The shrews lend him a rapier and he barely knows which end he's supposed to point. Like buddy why are you shivering in your boots at the thought of facing down a searat crew when you were literally chucking javelins at a different searat crew in the last book you were in.

I'm just going to pretend that Rufe Brush post-Mariel left the abbey to go keep watch for bandits in the woods and left his bellringer duties to his younger and more timid brother, also named Rufe Brush.

#redwall #redwall reread #the bellmaker #mariel of redwall

[gattskin]

Bellmaker favorites 

#tbh i loved a lot of characters but these are the ones i just happened to draw #hon rosie not included because she deservers her own post lol #mariel of redwall #the bellmaker #rufe brush #blaggurt #redwall #gatskin art

[thesablequear]

Rereading The Bellmaker and oh my god these bitches* gay. Good for them. Good for them.

*Rufe Brush and Durry Quill

#redwall #brian jacques #mossflower #the bellmaker #rufe brush #durry quill #mariel of redwall #martin the warrior #books and libraries

[agardenandlibrary]

I was looking for information about Redwall not being meant to be published and I found an Ask Brian collection from redwall.org which has been a delight to read through today. Here are a few of my favorite answers:

Q: How do you come up with all those cool names for your books? A: Imagination.

Q: Who decides who rules Salamandastron with so many badgers? A: It is written in the stones and is a mystery.

Q: In your books you state that the first ruler of Salamandastron was Lord Brocktree, was there a ruler before that? If not, what became of it before the Badgers ruled it? A: It was waiting for the badgers to arrive.

Q: Brian, when you were writing the books with badgers, was it hard to think up names and desriptions for each badger lord? A: Not particularly.

Q: When the mice of Loamhedge still lived in the Loamhedge area how did they live? in Mossflower it says that they couldn't have built an abbey because there was very few natural stone to use for an abbey, so how did they eat and sleep and all that stuff? A: A village community.

Q: I noticed that in the first book, Redwall, that you used large animals such as horses and a large cart that Cluny traveled in. Were you trying to start your books out in a human-like setting? Or was it something else? A: Redwall was my first novel, I didn't expect it to be published! After Redwall I decided not to include reference to humans again.

Q: In Redwall, it says that the climb Jess was attempting to take was never recorded in history. However, both Rufe Brush and Samkin made the same climb in other books.  Is this a detail you put in your first book and did not think about later? A: It must not have been recorded.

Q: Where do the North and South Paths lead? A: North and South

Q: How do you plan on ending the Redwall series? A: Why should there be an ending?

#redwall #okay i'm done #brian jacques

[daisyachain]

Finished The Bellmaker (‘: so many killer characters, such tight word count. Going back over the puzzle of Rufe Brush, it’s hard to square the timeline because in Mariel, he’s old enough to be old friends with Old Tom, he’s quiet, and he’s reliable. In The Bellmaker after a few years have passed, he’s young enough to be called ‘kid’ by everyone, he’s vocally inquisitive, and anxious. Putting aside ‘Jacques forgot’ the explanations I’ve come up with are:

Rufe is in his late teens-equivalent in Mariel and early twenties, he knows the Abbey inside and out but has never been beyond it. As long as he’s on familiar ground he’s quiet and reliable, but once he gets pushed way out of his comfort zone he gets edgy. His constant questions are him trying to get enough control over his environment so he can go back to living a nice, quiet life.

Rufe is older than he looks, so he’s in his mid-teens in Mariel and doesn’t know what’s going on, so he more or less doesn’t say much because he’s too embarrassed to ask. Flash forward to The Bellmaker, he’s old enough to understand that things are getting dangerous and he’s trying to break out of his shyness.

There are two Rufe Brushes from the same family (one named after the other), Mariel features about the older who is older than Oak Tom, The Bellmaker is about the younger

#kelsey liveblogs redwall #both are good

[readwall-abbey]

I also love how Samkim sees a sword fall out of the sky and just assumes it's Martin's. He doesn't know anything about Rufe Brush putting the sword up there. There's just no other good reason for a sword to fall out of the sky, I guess.

#redwall

[totallysharkycomplete]

Tears Come From The Heart (Stan Pines x Reader)

Stanley Pines can count on one hand the amount of times he’s seen you cry. Now you’re in front of him crying because of him and he knows he’s fucked up. Stanley Pine x Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: implied child abuse/neglect, underage drinking, cursing, little bit of blood

Stanley Pines could count on one hand the amount of times he had seen you cry. He always had known you were a strong, independent woman, even when you were a child. Yet here you were, in front of him crying, because of him. It was at this moment he knew, he fucked up. The first time Stan saw you crying was when he met you. He and Ford had found you crying on their ship. You had said you weren’t crying, but a witch had cursed you to have water fall from your eyes until someone found you. Stan and his brother were hesitant at first to let someone new play with them, but when the day was over the three of you were best friends. Stan can still vividly remember that summer spent playing on the beach, getting sunburnt, and exploring caves. He remembers how you looked with your tattered dress and tangled hair, dirt on your face and socks. He’ll never forget the first time you came over for dinner. How his mother was so surprised the friend they had been telling her about was real, and no less a little girl. At the dinner table he remembered how his mother praised your good manners, and how even his father seemed impressed. “You could learn something from her.” His father had said. That night he watched as his mother sat you infront of her vanity and brushed your long tangled hair. He and Ford watched from the doorway, not allowed in their parent’s room. Stan could see how your demeanor changed as his mother transformed the hair on your head from a rats nest to a clean ponytail tied with a ribbon. She said she always wanted a little girl. You smiled wide as you thanked her. She sent you off and you bounded out of the room to your friends. Ford said you looked like a princess. Stan said you didn’t look like a rat anymore. You laughed and playfully shoved both of them. They walked you home and you yelled thank you as they walked away. The boys turned back to you to see the door to your home fly open and a large man, presumably your father, yell at you for yelling, before shoving you roughly through the door. The next day Stan and Ford stared at you with their jaws on the ground. You had showed up to play with your hair unevenly chopped off, almost shorter than their own hair. The ribbon their mother gave you was tied around your head in a small bow, your smile wide, seemingly unfazed by the sudden change to your hair. Stan remembers when school started back up that year. He remembers how you’d grab his arms to stop him from beating up people who bullied you. You were an easy target the way your hair had been chopped up, and the way despite how hard you would try to keep them clean, your clothes were always dirty. They way you’d come into school covered in bruises. People would say it looked like an alligator chomped all your hair off, or people would ask you if you slept in a ditch. The insults were dumb, but you were a child, so they hurt. They were never enough to make you cry. You were strong and ignored them when it came to you, however, Ford would have to stop the both of you from trying to fight people who bullied him. It was easy to take insults, but not to hear someone insult your friend. Stan can recall how on their birthday one year you had surprised them with a cake that you had helped his mother bake. He remembers how your eyes caught the light of the candles as you sang to them, how your voice made his heart skip a beat. The second time Stan ever saw you cry was when you were fourteen. It was in the middle of summer and a storm had hit. It was late at night. Stan and Ford were both reading on their beds when their window to the fire escape opened. They both bolted up ready to fight off an intruder when they saw it was you, soaked head to toe. You closed the window behind you and stood there silently for a moment. “Are you alright?” Ford asked. Stan placed his hand on your shoulder and noted and noticed tears streaming down your face, and you tried to sniff them back. “What’s wrong?” Stan asked in the softest voice you had ever heard from him. “My dad is dead.” You croak out, then a laugh escapes your lips. Your hand covers your mouth. Stan leads you to sit on the edge bottom bunk of the bed and covers you with a blanket. They sit on either side of you and hold their arms around you as you cry. Stan remembers how perfectly you fit next to him as your smaller frame shook. It would be another couple of years before Stan would see you cry again. You stood in the hospital hallway, clean dress, hair done, even a little makeup on. They had invited you to come meet their new baby brother. You entered the room with them and watched as the boys took turns holding their new brother. He squirmed and fussed, Ford held him for a few minutes before he passed him to Stan. Stan held him for probably less than a minute before passing him to you. He laid calmly in your arms. Stan watched as the baby yawned and closed his eyes. He could see your smile waver and you bit your lip. “He’s so beautiful.” You choked out as a tear ran down your cheek. His little hand held onto your finger. Stan watched as another tear slipped down your cheek before you passed the small bundle back to his mom. You quickly wiped the tears away with a tissue, smiling the whole time. The way the sun came through the blinds and landed on your smiling face wasn’t something Stan would ever forget. He knew then he was in love with you. Your friendship wasn’t something Stan was willing to mess up over confessing this love. He quickly began to distract himself with other girls, spending less time with you and Ford. Stan came home late one night, slightly intoxicated. Ford mentions you were over earlier, how you had said you missed him. Stan plays it off, before falling onto his bed. Stan can’t help but notice the next party he’s at, you’re there too. You don’t notice him at first, and he tries to not catch your attention. He keeps continuous eye contact with the girl he’s flirting with until she gets up to go to the restroom. He accidentally makes eye contact with you and you eagerly make you way over to him. His heart rate picks up and he looks away. “I know, you’re probably surprised I’m at a house party. My friend dragged me along with her.” You take a sip from the beer bottle in your hands, Stan’s gaze follows your lips. You wait a second for him to reply and he just nods and looks away. “Stanley, are you alright?” You try to make eye contact and he looks away. You scoff. “Are you really not talking to me?” He looks at you then looks away again, his face turns red. “Okay, alright.” You walk back over to where you were before, but Stan gets one last look at your face. He can see your whole face is red, the look on it is between anger and confusion. Stan doesn’t see you the rest of the night. “What did you do?” Ford asks, sliding into his desk next to Stan’s. “Huh, what?” Stan asks half asleep, a little hungover. Ford states the question again. “I don’t know what you did but she’s absolutely furious with you.” Stan catches you in the hallway between classes. He calls your name, but you ignore him and keep walking. He finally catches up to you. “Can we talk?” He asks. You stop dead in your tracks. “So now you’re not too cool to talk to me? Last night I guess you just forgot we’ve been friends for years, or did you remember that and decide it didn’t matter? Am I too embarrassing for you to be seen with me? Is that it?” Stan opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out. “Well? Which is it, Pines?” You poke your finger into his chest. A few voices around you begin to ‘ooh’, but you pay them no mind. Stan’s whole face turns beat red, and his mouth hangs open, unsure of what to say. You turn to leave and he grabs your left arm. “Wait, I…” “Let go,” you state calmly. “Just let me,” he tried to say but is cut off when you whip around and land a punch square in his nose. You’re sitting a chair apart outside the principal's office. You’ve turned your head as far from Stan as you can. Stan has dried blood on his face and shirt. He sighs as you rufes to look at him. “Can I just,” He tries to say. “No.” Stan's head turns towards the office door as he hears the familiar click of heels and thump of his father’s footsteps. You look over as well when you hear the door opening. His parent’s open the door with a scowl, expecting to see both of their boys sitting there. You can tell by the surprised look on his mother’s face they don’t expect to see you. “Stanley, what kind of trouble did you drag her into?” She scolded and walked past her son to you. A moment later your mother arrives and you all go into the principal's office. The mother’s are sitting in the two chairs while Stan’s father stands by his mother. You stand next to your mother, Stan next to his father. “Would you two care to explain what happened in the hallway? I received word there was a fight?” The principal asks. You stare awkwardly at your shoes, you’d never been in trouble like this before and didn’t know what to do. “It’s my fault,” Stan admits. You look up at him and he’s looking at you. “She had nothing to do with it.” You weren’t about to let Stan take all the blame. “That’s not true! I…” All eyes are on you with your sudden outburst. “I started it, I punched Stan! He just wanted to talk and I was being dramatic, I’m sorry!” You take in a shaky breath holding back tears. You and Stan have a moment of eye contact before his dad steps into the way, grabbing Stan by the collar of his shirt. “What did you do to make her punch you?” Stan holds up his hands in defense and you're by his side a second later. You place a hand over his father’s. “Mr.Pines, please, Stanley really didn’t do anything, I just, I was angry is all. Really.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. Stan still remembers how your eyes twinkled with unshed tears. He grunts and let’s go of his shirt. The principal agrees you both have to have a three day suspension before you can come back to school. Stan’s mother lectures him about how he’s grounded and how she’s so disappointed he upset his friend. Stan looks over at you talking in hushed whispers with your mother. She has a sympathetic look on her face and she lays a hand on your shoulder, you look up at her a nod. Stan gives you a sympathetic look when your eyes meet. You walk over towards Stan and his family, his mom stops lecturing him for a second. Stan is surprised when you take one of his hands and hold it in yours. “Stanley,” You look up at him from under your lashes. “I’m really sorry I hurt you. Could you ever forgive me?” His stomach does a flip the way you look at him with your puppy dog eyes. He brings his free hand to the back of your neck and rubs it awkwardly. “Of course.” He mumbles. You apologizes to his parents as well for making them come all the way to the school, then you make your way home. A few nights later, despite being grounded, Stan sees you at another party. Instead of making your way over to talk to him, you give him a simple wave and Stan waves back. From across the room he admires how your clothes hug your body, and how the wetness from your drink leaves your lips looking glossy and kissable. His thoughts are pulled away from you as a hand lands on his shoulder and a girl starts talking to him. He busies himself talking to the random girl for a while. He doesn’t see when a boy comes over and starts talking to you. He hears you give a flirty laugh and he looks over to see you leaning against a wall with a boy towering over you. The girl Stan was talking to walked over to some friends and he’s left alone to watch you. The boy you’re with says something and you giggle and bite your lip. He says something else and Stan watches you nod, before he brings his hand to your chin and leans in to kiss you. To Stan’s dismay you kiss him back. Before he can stop himself Stan is storming over to your side and pushing the boy away. “What the hell, Stan!” You exclaim. Stan takes your wrist in his hands and starts dragging you away, and before you can think to protest, Stan is pulling you out of the party towards his car. “Stanley!” You yell but he doesn’t stop pulling you. “Stanley Pines!” He drops your hand when he reaches the side of his car, his back to you. You take a second to huff. “I don’t get it, Stan. You don’t even talk to me the other night, then tonight you get jealous and push away the guy I’m trying to get to know. What’s going on with you?” Stan turns around red in the face. “It looked like you were doing a little more than getting to know him. He practically had his tongue down your throat.” He shouts. “What do you care? You’ve been spending less time with me, and ignoring me, now you want to care about who I’m kissing? Well you don’t get to! You don’t get to treat me like garbage and still keep me as a friend, Stan. I thought,” your voice grows quiet. “I know people still talk bad about me, but I thought you didn’t care. I thought you cared more about me, Stan.” Which brings us to now. Stan freezes when he sees a tear run down your cheek. He knows he’s hurt you bad. “Please don’t cry,” he places his hand on your shoulders and you turn your head to look away from him. “I’m really sorry. I’m just…” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I guess I was jealous. I just always thought,” his voice is only a whisper now. “I just always thought I’d be your first kiss.” You look up at him now and wipe a tear away, then move your hands to lay on his chest. “Then shut up and kiss me.” Stan doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands move from your shoulders to your hip and waist as he pulls you flush against. He greedily kisses you, and to his surprise your kisses are just as impatient. The kiss is everything he wanted it to be, soft, warm, sweet, you. You kiss each other as long as you can before having to pull back for air. He rests his forehead against yours, and you both breath heavy. “You’re an idiot, Stanley Pines.” You whisper. His hand moves from your chin to cup the side of your face. “But that’s why you love me, right?” You kiss him again. “Absolutely.”

#i posted this to my main first im gonna barf #stan pines x reader #stanley pines x reader #reader insert #gravity falls #stanley pines #we love a himbo

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Treerose: Is this mistletoe? Rufe: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Treerose: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Rufe: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

#redwall #treerose #mariel of redwall #rufe brush #brian jacques

[redwalltournaments]

Time for the Best Warrior Tournament! I meant it to come out sooner but it turns out setting up thirty-two polls is a lot of work and I couldn't even include everyone who can be considered a warrior.

I am going to have each round last a week again, our fandom is relatively small and I know not everyone is online all the time so I want to give plenty of time to vote.

And I didn't do this last time cause I wasn't sure if I could pull it off but I think I can so I will be reblogging tagged/commented propaganda, please argue for who you think is best.

Round 1:

Gorath the Flame vs. Tiria Wildlough Winner: Tiria Widlough

Trisscar Swordmaid vs. Skarlath Winner: Trisscar Swordmaid

Buckler Kordyne vs. Sarobando Winner: Buckler Kordyne

Finnbar Galedeep vs. Axtel Sturnclaw Winner: Finnbar Galedeep

Maudie Mugsberry Thropple vs. Dippler Winner: Maudie Mugsberry Thropple

Luke the Warrior vs. Dandin Winner: Luke the Warrior

Nimbalo the Slayer vs. Dipper Winner: Nimbalo the Slayer

Lord Brocktree vs. Samkim Winner: Lord Brocktree

Folgrim vs. Matthias Winner: Matthias

Dannflor Reguba vs. Martin II Winner: Martin II

Finnbar Galedeep vs. Rakkety Tam MacBurl Winner: Rakkety Tam MacBurl

Felldoh vs. Skor Axehound Winner: Felldoh

Rufe Brush vs. Russa Nodrey Winner: Russa Nodrey

Honorable Rosemary Woodsorrel vs. Rockjaw Grang Winner: Honorable Rosemary Woodsorrel

Cregga Rose-Eyes vs. Inbar Trueflight Winner: Cregga Rose-Eyes

Rusval Reguba vs. Denya/Zann Juskarath Taggerung Winner: Denya/Zann Juskrath Taggerung

Lonna Bowstripe vs. Grath Longfletch Winner: Grath Longfletch

Sunflash the Mace vs. Mariel Gullwhacker Winner: Mariel Gullwhacker

Boar the Fighter vs. Warbeak Winner: Warbeak

Rab Streambattle vs. Keyla Winner: Rab Streambattle

Rake Nightfur vs. Tamello De Fformelo Tussock Winner: Tamello De Fformelo Tussock

Lord Stonepaw vs. Mattimeo Winner: Mattimeo

Wild Doogy Plumm vs. Ambrevina Rockflash Winner: Wild Doogy Plumm

Martin the Warrior vs. Cuthbert Blundale Frunk Winner: Martin the Warrior

Urthstripe the Strong vs. Bragoon Winner: Urthstripe the Strong

Basil Stag Hare vs. Ranguvar Foeseeker Winner: Basil Stag Hare

Songbreeze Swifteye vs. Jess Squirrel Winner: Jess Squirrel

Leatho Shellhound vs. Arven Winner: Arven

Log-a-log (Mossflower) vs. Log-a-log (Redwall/Mattimeo) Winner: Log-a-log (Redwall/Mattimeo)

Lady Amber vs. Jukka the Sling Winner: Lady Amber

Fleetscut vs. Skipper (Mossflower) Winner: Skipper (Mossflower)

Orlando the Axe vs. Laird Bosie McScutta of Bowlaynee Winner: Orlando the Axe

Round 2:

Quick note based on what I noticed in the last round! First off, feel free to vote based on whatever criteria you desire. Any and all votes are good votes and I love them all. I simply realized I never clarified what I meant by Best Warrior.

My intention for Best Warrior is who best embodies the concept of Warrior as portrayed in the books. I.E who's the bravest, most chivalrous, who is most willing to defend other creatures at cost to their own life simply because it's the right thing to do.

You are more than welcome to vote however you want, that was just my intention for what I mean by Best Warrior.

Tiria Wildlough vs. Trisscar Swordmaid Winner: Trisscar Swordmaid

Buckler Kordyne vs. Finnbar Galedeep Winner: Finnbar Galedeep

Maudie Mugsberry Thropple vs. Luke the Warrior Winner: Luke the Warrior

Nimbalo the Slayer vs. Lord Brocktree Winner: Lord Brocktree

Matthias vs. Martin II Winner: Matthias

Rakkety Tam MacBurl vs. Felldoh Winner: Rakkety Tam MacBurl

Russa Nodrey vs. Honorable Rosemary Woodsorrel Winner: TIE

Cregga Rose-Eyes vs. Denya/Zann Juskarath Taggerung Winner: Cregga Rose-Eyes

Grath Longfletch vs. Mariel Gullwhacker Winner: Mariel Gullwhacker

Warbeak vs. Rab Streambattle Winner: Warbeak

Tamello De Fformelo Tussock vs. Mattimeo Winner: Mattimeo

Wild Doogy Plumm vs. Martin the Warrior Winner: Martin the Warrior

Urthstripe the Strong vs. Basil Stag Hare Winner: Basil Stag Hare

Jess Squirrel vs. Arven Winner: Jess Squirrel

Log-a-log (Redwall/Mattimeo) vs. Lady Amber Winner: Lady Amber

Skipper (Mossflower) vs. Orlando the Axe Winner: Skipper (Mossflower)

Round 3:

Trisscar Swordmaid vs. Finnbar Galedeep Winner: Trisscar Swordmaid

Luke the Warrior vs. Lord Brocktree Winner: Lord Brocktree

Matthias vs. Rakkety Tam MacBurl Winner: Matthias

Russa Nodrey vs. Honorable Rosemary Woodsorrel vs. Cregga Rose-Eyes Winner: Cregga Rose-Eyes

Mariel Gullwhacker vs. Warbeak Winner: Mariel Gullwhacker

Mattimeo vs. Martin the Warrior Winner: Martin the Warrior

Basil Stag Hare vs. Jess Squirrel Winner: Basil Stag Hare

Lady Amber vs. Skipper (Mossflower) Winner: Lady Amber

Round 4:

Trisscar Swordmaid vs. Lord Brocktree Winner: Lord Brocktree

Matthias vs. Cregga Rose-Eyes Winner: Cregga Rose-Eyes

Mariel Gullwhacker vs. Martin the Warrior Winner: Martin the Warrior

Basil Stag Hare vs. Lady Amber Winner: Basil Stag Hare

Semi Finals:

Lord Brocktree vs. Cregga Rose-Eyes Winner: Lord Brocktree

Martin the Warrior vs. Basil Stag Hare Winner: Martin the Warrior

Finals:

Lord Brocktree vs. Martin the Warrior

#redwall #redwall tournament #best warrior #brian jacques #I'm not tagging every character #round 1

[mole-supremacy]

I can’t believe I did a queer reading of The Bellmaker, solely for the Durry/Rufe/Fatch feels, only to discover that they’re not that gay after all, and that it is not them, but Joseph/Finbarr that make the love story of the century. It was an interesting twist I’m not gonna lie

#redwall #queer redwall #durry quill/rufe brush #Rufe brush/Fatch #Fatch/Durry quill #rufebrush/durryquill/fatch

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Treerose: Durry thinks Rufe and I are banging and nothing is going to change his mind, so I told him we might as well just bang and make them right.

#redwall #mariel of redwall #durry #rufe brush #treerose #Brian Jacques

[incorrectredwallquotes]

Durry: Why are you ignoring Rufe?

Treerose: I’m playing hard to get.

Durry: Why would you do that? You’re already hard to want.

#redwall #mariel of redwall #durry #treerose #rufe brush #Brian Jacques #rufe and durry aren't really even friends in mariel though are they? #at least I don't think we see them hanging out #their friendship seems attached to rufe's personality 180 in bellmaker