i love playing casters (warlocks especially lmao) but something about fighters just makes me think so much.
i think there’s a certain identity and duty and way of thinking about yourself and others that is just. common with being a fighter
it’s about glory and lack of self-preservation it’s about strength born from hard work it’s about protecting and fighting for others it’s about your sense of worth lying at the end of your weapon, it’s about going and going and going until you fall. fighting.
“ACT 2 - “WAFFE” WHEREIN YOU ARE FURY, YOU ARE DEATH, YOU’VE GOT A HELL OF A BLOODY NOSE, LINE: He moves like he’s waiting for somebody to start a fight. He is. He’s been waiting all his life and usually it’s paid off with loose teeth and broken bones. You could ask him why and he wouldn’t know and he’d shrug like there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s hard to believe it when he bleeds red because he tastes like ichor, he tastes like gold and gold and gold and gold and gold, he tastes like sin but the kind of sin that’s divine. LINE: What a vicious bastard he is, with his fire. With his drugs. With his guns, and knives, and fists, and teeth. He’s never more dangerous than when he smiles. Not to anyone else, no, not dangerous to anyone else. Just himself. LINE: Consider: he corners you in the garage, drops to his knees hard- layering bruises on bruises. Looks up at you like you’re the god here and he’s going to turn ichor to blood with his teeth and tongue and fingernails; drag you down to his level and keep you there. You attempt to point out the garage is not private. He laughs hot over your hip and says “I know.” Your breath stutters in your chest. LINE: Young Adonis, your hands are shaking around that crowbar. Young Adonis, you look at yourself in the grimy motel mirror and choke on it. Your reflection reaches out but his fingers are cold and hard. You will never escape your own self-love, Adonis- is it self-love? Is it the tired, snarling grandmother, self-preservation? Is it nothing but fear? Has it always been nothing but fear, all this time? Young Adonis, the line you are treading is not that thin. You stand hangdog and flatfooted in the middle of this line like you stand in the middle of the highway and wait for roadkill. LINE: And here’s the truth: he’s nothing but soft and bright. He’s nothing but a vibrating, pliant mess you press into the floor until he sprawls loose below you and looks up at you like you’re the god here and you’re going to turn blood to ichor with fingernails and tongue and teeth. ACT 2 END (WEAPON)”
— “WAFFE” // COPPER HEART SILVER LIVER GOLDEN TONGUE // ADRIAN BOUVIER
(via slaughtervoid)
a prescription that says i need to play dnd or i’ll die
AYDA AGUEFORT
A spell called “Literally Fucking Nothing” that uses all your spell slots and does literally nothing
Chronic fatigue.
perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys // text post - @bicarusgf // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事 - @tomokohara // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy harjo
i wanna watch crown of candy and the magic school one and the new one and the seven and literally everything else but i gotta finish sophomore year first but also it’s taking so long but also i wanna watch the rest of sophomore year-
