things we know from the Humpty Dumpty rhyme:
- he fell from a wall
- the king sent an entire cavalry to his aid
- he could not be fixed
- the horses were trusted with trying to fix HD
things we can assume:
- HD ate a shit ton of apples prior since a grand total of zero doctors were called to help
- horses have sentience and intelligence in this world, as well as opposable thumbs
- HD is a prince, since he was so valuable to the king, but also had the leisure time to sit atop a great wall
things we can’t assume but we did anyway for some reason:
- HD is a giant talking egg
lily, responding:
And I’ll only have to do that for sixty more years, but you, you will have to miss me forever. My bones won’t even be left to dig up, broken down to minerals, and you’ll still be missing me.
toxic vampire marlene to human lily after a break up:
you'll think of me every month, you will remember me every time. love, you won't even be able to bleed without thinking of me
i came across that post where someone redrew the cougar diva with piercings but they gave her the disney feminization treatment and it pmo !! shes a stud! a butch! an androgynous baddie! i had to do smth about it
i got nona <3 sweet baby girl
Love my disgusted wife
By request, i present you best quiz ever
i can't get over ianthe trying to convince gideon how fucking little she means to harrow by comparing her to corona; that harrow never loved her bc she didn't want to remember her and ianthe herself would never let go of anything coronabeth. love is a revenant; you keep strands of hair and envelopes and a note that says good morning. because you can't help it.
and then we get fucking hit by magnus telling harrow that her burying gideon in her mind is her keeping gideon's things like a lover keeping old notes. that she's stuffed her away in a drawer she can't look at, that her keeping gideon like that is her version of keeping that ripped-up dance card. and it's so cruel for harrow to hear that abigail has to speak up and try to hold him back.
im combining my two favourite lesbian-cannibal series:
the locked tomb x yellowjackets
necro (cav)
II: Mel (Gen)
III: Shauna (Jackie)
IV: Travis (Javi)
V: Nat (Mari)
VI: Taissa (Van)
VII: Akilah (Krystal/Kristen)
VIII: Misty (Ben)
IX: Lottie (Laura Lee)
Resurrection Beast: The Wilderness
Lyctors: necros who survive to see the adult timeline (save taivan who create a paul scenario)
saving these for later this is amazing
long prongsfoot fic recs when
AHH so so many prongsfoot fic recs, these are my favs ever (in no particular order) 💖💗🤸♀️💝👾
- Sorry I'm late by LovelyMasks (58k, E)
my smoke too hard, my swag too different, and my bitches too bad, so goldielocks broke into my house and used all of them
My first piece for @drawprongsfootbadly lololol
james: does incest make people abnormally hot?
remus: i don't think so
regulus walking past:
james: yeah, you're right. sirius is an anomaly
no one asked, but i wanna yap :)
her name is Eulalia “Bodach Bairn” Teufel, a teifling fighter, former pirate captain, and now lich.
at 11 she accidentally killed the captain of an infamous and ancient pirate crew, The Southern Kraken, by shoving him over a railing when he groped her mother, the barmaid. following pirate inheritance law, eulalia became the new captian.
for the next nine years she strove to prove herself as a good captain, paralyzed with fear that one of her crew members would kill her im her sleep as revenge for their former captain or ambition for her position.
until during a sea battle in the midst of a violent storm, The Callisto sunk. Like a the good captain she had been spending the better part of a decade fighting to be for honour and survival, Eulalia tied herself to the mast and went down with her ship.
But the universe would not accept her sacrifice, dishonouring her for life. Eulalia found herself washed up on the shores of a foreign country, and ashamed of her failures as a captain she resigned herself to a life of gambling and drinking.
Rory was the one to pull her out of her wallowing; a mediocre abjuration wizard in search of a fighter. for the next three years they worked together (along with the rest of their party) on quests, building trust and friendship. She told him about her survivors guilt and her ultimate goal of finding true honour.
While fighting a white drake, Eulalia and her party—save Rory—perished. Eulalia got her dream: a hero’s death. Rory, who’s main function in the party was support, had landed in his worst nightmare. His friends were dead, and he had survived. He spent hours searching for any cleric or druid to help save his friends, months searching for someone to resurrect them, and years working to afford a spell that could, but it was too late.
There was only one option: turn them all into Liches. For the next 20 years Rory worked, cracking the secrets to lich-dom, until finally, after losing many pieces of himself in the process, he brought his friends back to un-life.
Unfortunately, he was not a necromancer, nor even a particularly skilled wizard at all, so something went wrong. None of them remembered him upon waking, and everytime he tried to remind them or even say his own name they immediately forgot again.
Crushed that he couldn’t get his friends back, but comforted by the thought that at least they could continue to live their lives, he let them go, and resolutely slaughtered people every full moon to feed their phylactories.
Eulalia awoke, yet again failing to die with honour. The universe simply did not think she was worthy. Now, she found, she could not die at all, lich as she was. It didn’t take their party long to notice the missing villagers each full moon, and to realize that someone was killing innocent people to keep them alive. Not only was she not a hero, but she was also an abomination.
After months of living as a lich, Eulalia slowly started to properly mourn her concept of a good captain, realizing that maybe there was life after tragedy, swimming after the ship sinks.
Until her memories were returned. It wasn’t the universe that denied her honour, it was someone she considered her closest confidant. She wasn’t being given a pass by the gods, but rather stripped of being a hero by her friend. Someone who knew how much survivors guilt had haunted her.
my dnd oc <3 i could talk for hours about the campaign my dm home-brewed, but the theme is grief