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PLEASE I LOVE YOU @kiir-do-faal-rahhe-art IS FUCKING SENDING MEEEEE😭😭😭😭 HIS FACE IN THE LEFT PANELS IS MY NEW HYPERFIXATION😩 HES SO GORGEOUS EVEN WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE A POSSESSED BABY BIRD

i’m in fucking tears over how miraak looks in the first image

i PROMISE i am here for tesfest but i literally forgot it started yesterday!!! will be writing/posting day 1 soon :3

in honor of like 10 people reblogging and enjoying this oldass post lately, i have great news:

I FINISHED THE WHEEL OF TIME‼️

the day before yesterday to be precise. i sat on my porch reading the last 100pgs of aMoL and wept when it was done (and then immediately wrote my review on bookworm). what a journey it was!!! like any WoT fan i have some problems with the series but overall it was such an exciting ride. it took me abt 4 years to read all 14 books bc i read them during college so of course i never had time 🗿 i would love to reread them all in much quicker succession some day! but for now i am taking a break from long series and will eventually return. 💖

GOD THE FUCKING SEANCHAN ARE BACK?

NOW IS NOT THE TIME

wip wednesday‼️

was inspired by @hircines-hunter to post something for wip wednesday😎 i'm taking a little break after finishing TWH, but this project (dubbed "the morthal minific") is super fun and i've been working on it slowly!! anyone who wants to do a wip wednesday, consider yourself tagged!

“Get back!” Tharya barked, grabbing her spear and swinging its bright tip out at the faces. They gasped as they dissolved under the golden glow, shocked and confused. Some reached out for her as if begging, but vanished as she cut through their hold. The boat rocked dangerously as she and Bhijirio tried to balance their weight out, twisting around to watch the creatures retreat back into the fog. Bhijirio whimpered as he knelt, clutching at his stomach and looking gaunt. 

“I fucking hate this place,” he wheezed, taking in shoddy breaths. Frowning, Tharya scooted a bit closer to offer her hand for him to hold. He snatched it up, squeezing her knuckles to the bone.

"It was always like this, but...it got worse after the Civil War," she said in a soft voice, dampened by the humidity on all sides. "Plenty of soldiers lost their lives in this marsh. Hundreds. It hasn't been the same since then, it's a more...more malicious place. I try to avoid it," she whispered, shivering. “The marsh is almost...living.”

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.