Remember when Badrang offered Martin a position in his horde and Martin bit the tyrant’s wrist down to the bone with his bare teeth

candiedeyesnow:

Today out of nowhere I realized I’m still not over Feldoh and Rose dying at the end of Martin the Warrior.

Reminder that Cornflower and Laterose both wore flower crowns.

chelonianmobile:

I’m fonder of Mariel and Dandin as BFFs than as a couple. Needs to be more devoted hetero-platonic relationships in fiction, I think.

redscarfstars:

I HIT THE REDWALL GOLDMINE TODAY MY FRIENDS! And with original covers! And the 3 I bought are actually in order! And they were only £1.50 each!
Today has been a good Redwall day.
redscarfstars:

I HIT THE REDWALL GOLDMINE TODAY MY FRIENDS! And with original covers! And the 3 I bought are actually in order! And they were only £1.50 each!
Today has been a good Redwall day.

redscarfstars:

I HIT THE REDWALL GOLDMINE TODAY MY FRIENDS! And with original covers! And the 3 I bought are actually in order! And they were only £1.50 each!

Today has been a good Redwall day.

galicseas:

tickle-me-tsarmina:

I want to find where Brian Jacques’ grave is.

I want to find it and put a rose on it.

it’s been a while, the rose would be a little

late

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The Bellmaker
Credit to Fortunata Fox (x) 

tickle-me-tsarmina:

I want to find where Brian Jacques’ grave is.

I want to find it and put a rose on it.

shiitake-tissues:

octoswan:

Veil Sixclaw, Outcast of Redwall

some quick Redwall fanart! I always had a soft spot for Veil. I never completely bought into the idea that all vermin were born evil in the Redwall universe, so Outcast of Redwall was one of my favorite books as a kid. 

ohohoho yes, you get on my blog

A message from ladyoftheshield
Slave beebs, Express Tickets To Hell
A reply from shiitake-tissues

Camp Willow was burning and so was Marshank, but at least there was music.

Tullgrew coughed, heaving the smoke out of her lungs, and she collapsed against the hard rubble of the fortress. Her head swam, and she felt ash and iron dripping out of her mouth—maybe it was from her mouth; it was in her nose too, but it was also down her arm and all over the place on everyone, so it really didn’t matter where it was from—and there was burning twine cutting into her paw. Tullgrew looked down and realized a fist was curled around her sling. A scarlet line was running down through the creased fingers. Tullgrew noted they were hers.

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ladyoftheshield:

I love you so very much. I love Tullgrew’s memories of Hillgorse and her thoughts of the others, like Felldoh and Martin and

TIGHT KNIT MAKESHIFT FAMILY UNIT THAT DIDNT GET ENOUGH OF ANYTHINGGG SOBSOBSOBS sadfg kjl SARA I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW YOU DONT EVEN I’ll just keep reading and rereading this grinning stupidly all day (Paper/class what paper/class??)

your imagery is beautiful and Tullgrew’s voice is strong and distinct. You just made my life~ 

I might actually print this out so I can read it in class adsfd 

I MET A PUPPY