Just Read All Of That. Oof That Shits Crazy. Rabies Is Really Serious. DO NOT Mess With Wildlife.

Just read all of that. Oof that shits crazy. Rabies is really serious. DO NOT mess with wildlife.

Stay safe.

sorry if i’m being a party pooper but because rabies is apparently the new joke on here ??? please remember that rabies has an almost 100% fatality rate after symptoms develop so if you’re bitten or scratched by an animal that you aren’t 100% sure is vaccinated then GO TO A DOCTOR. it’s not a joke. really. 

Bon alors on fait ça comment déjà?

Ah oui…!

Je me présente, je suis Vaïa! (Enfin pas vraiment mais on va dire que c’est mon vrai nom pour le besoin de la cause 🤫)

Anciennement connu sous le nom de @vaiathemultiversequeen , compte que j’ai perdu d’ailleurs puisque il était sur mon ordi, ordi qui est malheureusement décédé, et que je peux pu me rappeler de l’email que j’avais utilisé et du mot de passe 😢. Bon…

Qu’est-ce qui a d’autre à dire? …Ah! J’ai pris un (très long) break de Tumblr à cause de ma santé mentale qui -disons le- n’allait pas très bien. Je suis revenue aujourd’hui, et peut-être pour un petit moment, parce que j’ai introduis un ami irl à Kaamelott et que bah- voila quoi! Y’a pas 36 façons de l’expliquer.

J’ai lu pendant des heures des fanfics Kaamelott, notamment celle de @superiorkenshi ou @kaantt , et pleins d’autres. Et ça m’a donné le goût de revenir sur Tumblr!

Bon, même si le timing est pas super puisque je pars en camps de vacances pour 3 semaines demain. Mais c’est pas grave, je reviendrais! (Enfin je l’espère)

Alors voila, ça résume à peu près ma situation. Du coup, je suis vraiment contente d’être revenu (même si on peut pas vraiment dire que j’étais complètement parti) et y’a pas vraiment d’autre chose à dire.

À part que je viens de regarder mes anciens post…et que j’étais vraiment cringe a l’époque 😖. Non mais “the multiverse queen”! C’était quoi l’idée?? 🧐

Dans tous les cas, hâte de pouvoir discuter avec tout le monde. Et de lire plus de fanfic sur Kaamelott!

~Vaïa

Stop.

Stop.

Please stop.

I’m not feeling good right now and it’s the worst I’ve been for ages…oh god.

"who inspires you?" the version of myself that's in my head and in my dreams. I want to be her, feel her, light up the room like her. I want to be as confident, as daring, and as cool as her. I want to love like her, live like her, dress like her, and to get the guy like her. I want her friends, her lover, her job. I want her to be more than just a dream.

That’s them. It’s literally them

once again the love/hate tag is for THEM

Point fort: l’intégrité, point faible: la procrastination.

Ah ben c’est tout moi ça 🤌

vous vous êtes déjà demandé ce que vous seriez si vous aviez été un personnage de kaamelott ? voilà. vous avez la réponse.

(oui il y a une coquille à la description du quiz mais j’arrive pas à la modifier, faites comme si vous aviez rien vu)

🤌😍 I just watched the movie and I instantly came on tumblr to see if anyone ship those two ✨

“Each Starday I pay visit to the ill at the temple hospital,” Xenk said. “The clerics of Eldath allow me to provide succor where I can.” 

Edgin squinted. “Okay. But what do you do for fun?” 

“Fun?” Xenk echoed. It seemed that he had never conceived of this word before, relating to himself. After a worrisomely long pause, he confessed. “I have been known to read for pleasure.” 

“That’s … something I guess,” Edgin sighed. “Let me guess - courtly poetry? Epics of ancient battles?” 

“This, I recently finished.” Xenk reached into his pack and retrieved a well-thumbed book bound in cheap parchment. Emblazoned over a painting of a half-elf bard, shirt torn to his navel, being bent over by a knight in full armor - The Paladin’s Wicked Oath. 

Edgin raised his eyebrows. “Well … I didn’t expect that.” 

“Despite the title, Ser Gervassius’s intentions are not wicked at all,” Xenk said reassuringly. “Though perilous forces throw them together, Robinet and  Gervassius share a deep and earnest bond. The author - Goodwife Isobelle - does not correctly represent a paladin’s oath, but she has such understanding of men’s souls.” With a lingering sigh, Xenk placed the book in Edgin’s palm and clasped both hands around it. “It is nothing short of stirring. I implore you to read it.” 

“Really, it’s okay,” Edgin mumbled. “I don’t need …” 

“What’re you two still doing out here?” Holga walked up. “Oh hey. It’s Edgin’s book.” 

“It is my book,” Xenk answered, confused as Edgin looked at Holga with a frantic expression, shaking his head.

“Edgin’s book,” Holga emphasized. “The one he wrote. Under that stupid penname.” She took the book from Edgin’s slack hand. “Goodwife Isobelle,” she snorted. “Edgin’s never been a good wife a day in his life.” 

“Well!” Edgin clapped his hands, determinedly not looking at Xenk as his ears burned. “Holga is right. What are we still doing out here? Time to get a move on … !”