This Is Literally Me

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CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE MORE ABOUT HOW WARMWEED AFFECTED WILL

please I am begging

I want to see how his memory was altered

I want to see how his body felt wrong

I want to see the terror of encountering it as a medical salve

I want to see the lasting affects of a drug that was forced upon him in a situation he was being abused in

Especially fat girls in silk dresses

Fat girls are hot.

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Do fics ever give off the vibe of a different font to you??

Like obv they’re all the same standard Ao3 font but the writing style makes the font different?

The one I’m currently reading feels like it’s in bubble letters or something

Or sometimes it’s cursive or robotics or anything really

Idk maybe it’s just me

Lemme know

Also dude left, never finished proper training, got knighted with his own seal, became a fairly renowned knight even before that. Like what do you do there??

Does anyone else think about how Knights view Horace?? Like he’s spent more time around rangers than knights, and most people believe that rangers practice dark magic, like do they assume he’s like them? Being around the rangers so long has got to have some lasting affects, does he think different? Plan? Speak? Does he move differently than the other knights? Quieter? Faster? Does he move with the shadows like a ranger? Not to the same extent but enough to set him apart? Please someone tell me

“What if I fail?”

“What?”

The sun shone high above the tree tops, mottling the ground in shadows. The air was clear and warm as they rode towards the gathering grounds.

“What if I fail my assessments and Crowley takes my oak leaf? I mean I never technically earned it in the first place, and I still don’t have nearly as much training as the other apprentices, and I’m still not all the way healed from Skandia, I’m not nearly as strong as I should be, my hands still shake and-“

“Calm down Will. We’ve gone over this, Crowley is aware you haven’t gotten all of the proper their year training, that’s why your taking the second year assessments, and we will take into account count that your still sick. It’s only been three months since we’ve returned, your lucky your taking the assessment at all.” Halts tone is dry, fully aware that in an hour they’ll be having the same conversation, one they’ve had a dozen times over the last week.

“Ok ok I know.” The two ride in silence for a few minutes before- “But what if I fail anyway? What if I’m just that bad at being a ranger? What if I manage to miss all my sho-“

“WILL! You are not going to fail your assessments!” Halt turns in his saddle as he speaks, trying to look Will in the eye. Will on the other hand is looking anywhere but Halt. “If I didn’t have full confidence that you would pass your exams then I wouldn’t have you taking them right now, you have the skill and knowledge to pass, you’ll be fine.”

Omega Arthur is really interesting, especially with the classic ‘Uther made him hide it because omegas are weak and shameful to have as an heir’ shtick, like, he’s still the heir and first night, still the greatest warrior Camelot has, then other knights find out and throw a hissy fit. Cause what are they to do? When they are worth less than he who they thought worthless? When you must bow to those whose knees aches for you?