Good morning to lesbian Eivor appreciators, Syndicate fans with strong opinions on Roth's death scene, queer people who want only the best for James Kidd, transmasc folks with gender envy for Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Aveline shippers, fan artists who draw Kassandra as extremely buff, Templar haters who still like Shay, wlw who are looking respectfully at Amunet, people who want to shake Haytham Kenway until he fixes his priorities, and everyone who knows that Ziio deserved better.
Alone in shadows, night and day, Their thoughts unravel, thread by fray. The silence wraps around their skin, A whispered scream they feel within.
The room grows small, the air too tight, The walls close in with every night. They speak aloud to empty air, And no one’s there, and no one’s there.
The ticking clock, a hollow chime, Twists reason into fractured rhyme. Faces flicker in the gloom, Fading ghosts that haunt the room.
They claw at echoes in their mind, Seeking voices they can't find. Words like splinters, sharp and cruel, They crack beneath this endless rule.
Loneliness, a poison slow, Roots within and starts to grow. And in the mirror’s haunted stare, A stranger stands, but no one's there.
~ Khai Moffett
if there's anyone who cares about some... killing a crazy ex wife content ;), read up! Description:
In the shadow of gods and betrayal, Ralaas, the reluctant Nerevarine, carries the weight of two lives - his own and that of the warrior-king whose soul whispers within him. Faced with the vengeful and broken Almalexia, he must confront the echoes of love, hatred, and sacrifice that bind them all in a web of ancient tragedy.
Blades clash in the heart of a dying city as Nerevar’s spirit pleads for a peace that seems forever out of reach. Amid rage and sorrow, a divine bond shatters, leaving behind only echoes of what once was - a love consumed by ambition and a warrior haunted by memory.
Or, the Nerevarine kills his mentor's ex-wife.
Lesbian pride flag yukamitsus doodles (two of them using that lesbian flag that also has the trans pride on it, it was really cute)
I drift like dust on an empty breeze, invisible in the rustling trees
No echo follows where I tread, no mark I leave, no words are said
The world moves on, a ceaseless tide, while I just watch and step aside
A faceless soul in crowded streets, a shadow lost in life's repeats
Each day I rise, each night I fall
I was never here at all
My name, a whisper faint and thin, forgotten as soon as it begins
I'm just a speck, a fleeting sigh, a thought that flickers, then says goodbye
With every breath, I fade to less, an empty shape in emptiness
No purpose ties me to this place, no light to cast upon my face, I float
untethered, hollow, small
A life unlived, unseen by all
~ Khai Moffett
That time all of the entire batfamily was sleep deprived
Dick: “Tim? Tim! Can you read this? I feel like I’m slipping”
Tim: [slowly walks over]
Dick: “so, what I understand is that the whole operation is settled in New Jersey”
Tim: [reading it over and over] “Dick, there’s nothing about New Jersey in here. Get it together, man”
Jason: “Dick, go lay down man”
Dick: “m’fine”
Tim: [turns around] “I forgot where I put my sandwich”
Dick: “do you want me to call it?”
Tim: [stares at Dick]
Jason: “yes. Please, call Tim’s sandwich”
Dick: [pulls out phone]
Damian: “Grayson, think about it”
Dick: [calls Tim’s phone]
Tim: “hello, this is not Tim’s sandwich”
Bruce: [leans back in his chair] “Dick, leave a voice mail”
Stephanie: “this… this would be so funny if I could hold my eyes open”
Dick: “I’m waiting for the beep”
Tim: [looks at Bruce]
Dick: [realizes] “wait, god- fuck you guys”
Bruce: “I’m honestly shocked you got that far”
Cass: [enters with Tim’s sandwich, eating it]
Tim: [groans]
Alright fine I’ll write a fanfic for Sebastian
Endless cycle of abuse