Nerevar And Dagoth

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Most horrible gay couple on Earth <33333 (affectionate + full of malice and despair)

Also u should totally read my epic Ryuji x Akira x Goro fanfic btw

At this point I should just write smut.

Whether or not you support the determined king, the scheming leader, or the revolutionary empress. There is one thing we can all agree on:

SILVER SNOW IS THE WORST ENDING.

In this essay I will prove...

*ok, but what is Jake's stragle?*

It seems Dick Grayson hasn't fully moved on from Jason's death, even if he has been brought back from the grave.

“We all have our breaking points, Dick." Tim said cryptically, like he knew what Dick had done. "The only question is, can you come back from it?”

There was so much pity in Tim's eyes that Dick couldn't stand it. That pity should belong to someone else, anyone else. Just not him.

(Short, 5-15 minute read, depending on how fast you read.)

I forgot that I post poems on here sometimes. I usually detest writing poems that rhyme because it’s hard to think of words that rhyme and I kinda just wanna describe an experience without… rhyming. but. Was feeling goofy

(Was aiming for a middle school wannabe poet vibe)

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They called for help, just once or twice,

a passing thought, not said quite right.

No answer came, but that was fine

it never did, time after time.

So they shrugged and let it go,

picked up their things, went with the flow.

There was work to do, a list to keep,

and maybe later, they’d get some sleep.

The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.

Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late. 

Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

Connor: I need you all to be straight with me.

Malik:

Altaïr:

Evie:

Elise:

Arno:

Jacob:

Kassandra:

Alexios:

Leonardo:

Ezio:

[Collective Homo Silence]

Connor: I don't know why you're all silent but whatever it is I didn't mean that...