Ranger's Apprentice |
A Song of Ice and Fire | Redwall | Inheritance Cycle |
Movie/TV Faves
Promare | Merlin |
Avatar: The Last Airbender | She-Ra |
Stardust | Thor: Ragnarok | Castlevania |
Anime/Manga Faves
Hetalia | Haikyuu!! | No. 6 | Tiger & Bunny | Bungou Stray Dogs | Tower of God | Double Decker! Doug & Kirill | Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru | Tsurune: Kazemai Koukou Kyuudoubu | Hana Kimi | This Boy Caught a Merman | This Boy is a Professional Wizard |
Call me Liv, or Whym. This is a collection of anime, horses, and other things I like.
I suppose at this point I should call this a multi-fandom blog, but it's mainly Hetalia and Haikyuu!! Other anime you can expect to see are the ones in the Anime/Manga Faves box.
Check out my links up top!
When I was coming up with the idea for the “colors” prompt, I realized it also fit really well with the “fire” one, so I decided to combine the two :^3
they teach you the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated, but in a pinch you can apply the silver rule (be kinda selfish because you’ve earned it) or even the bronze rule (manipulate others purely for your benefit).
There’s also the stone rule: Just start hitting people.
stupid thing about me is I don’t cut corners but I also have no work ethic. if I do something it WILL be done right. no telling whether I’ll actually fucking do it tho
Ah, the fatal combination of having pride in my work but fuckall executive functioning.
You, the queen of a fairy tale kingdom, got cursed to give birth to a princess who’s going to live her life isolated in a tower the first 20 years of her life. Narrate how you avoid your daughter’s fate.
She laughed, when she placed the curse on me. Laughed and laughed. She called me a fool for coming to her, for wanting children who would sap my strength and steal my power.
One child to take my kingdom, she promised me. Well, I’d wanted an heir. It didn’t have to be a curse.
One child the sea would steal. There was room in that. They didn’t have to die, only to love the sea. I would buy the finest ships.
And the third would suffer my grandmother’s fate.
The tower.
Grandmother told me stories about that tower, shuddering. About the isolation almost driving her mad. About the desperate longing for escape. I know what that escape cost her, and my grandfather as well, with his scarred face and limping gait.
That was going to be difficult.
The sorceress’s curse worked. Within the year, I held my first babe in my arms, a sturdy boy who kicked and cried and cuddled against his mother as if he hadn’t been made only to bring me grief. Well, all mothers grieve.
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