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Lady Josephine Montilyet (loml ♡)

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I call it Starry Night over Treviso ☆

Acrylics on canvas, 40x60cm, inspired by Van Goghs Starry Night.

This is the view from the terrace of Café Pietra, our favorite spot in the city.

I like to imagine that Rook de Riva once painted it, after Viago started to teach them about antivan art. When they showed him, he pointed out the various mistakes in their technique, proportions and color theory but after Rook left, Viago moved it to his study. To this day still it is the only painting among framed artworks not belonging to a relevant antivan painter.

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WIP Wednesday

(first one since the middle of July. woah)

TW: unplanned prengancy

Thank you @rookinthecrownest for tagging me <3

Reading @inquisimer's (consider this a tag, Mer) pregnancy fic - which I really recommend, btw - inspired me to dust off the horrible terrible bad no good lucanisara child AU and actually write something about it.

Featuring Ghilasara throwing up (literally and metaphorically) having to confront the fact that she is pregnant and has no idea what to do about it, and also some Bellasara yuri, because who else can help you navigate that mess if not your bestfriend-girlfriend?

“Are you..." The end of Bellara's question is lost to the air. “You are not okay,” she concludes on her own. Rook groans and rests her head in Bellara's lap. It's being selfish, greedy — Bellara isn't built to be a lap pillow, stillness to her a foreign quality, but it's the only comfort Rook can imagine for herself, and she's desperate to have it for the few minutes that she can. Bellara doesn't protest. Instead, she runs her fingers down the length of Rook's hair, then again, and again, her own way to provide comfort. It works; Rook closes her eyes, and for a few blissful seconds she feels at peace. Then, her stomach spasms again, not to the point of throwing up, but to remind her that the clock is ticking. Every second spent not thinking about how to address the issue is a second wasted, and she's wasted enough. “I can't keep it.” Her mouth is dry. She'd kill for a glass of water, and for a chance to never have to get up from this bed. “Well, I can birth it, but I can't raise it.” Back when the gods were still alive, she estimated her remaining years at ten. Time's passed since then, her lifespan dwindling from her already generous prediction. Involving herself with the child would be cruel — she would ruin its life by being present for that long only to disappear forever.

Tagging @woodlandeelf @hightowerqueen @mythals-whore @rookamell if you have anything you'd like to show <3

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does everyone know that fandom is supposed to be fun. you're supposed to have fun when you play with dolls guys.

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dont look at me with those big beautiful eyes im trying to be Weird and evil to you

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“Oh no I didn’t wanna bother you” BOTHER ME PLEASE

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went to control freak island and everyone there knew you

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Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 194

Isabela can offer Taash condolences on Shathann's death at the Hall of Valour.

Isabela: Taash. I'm sorry about Shathann. I'm here, if you... you know... Taash: Thanks. I just... want to fight something. Isabela: Whatever you need.

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

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Sext: I listen to your Spotify links

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I love you so much I hope we get reborn as housecats who sleep together like puzzle pieces

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good morning ivy nation <3

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if you’re reading this, i’m wishing for the universe to be kind to you

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oh ew is that really what i sowed? eww omigod i am NOT reaping that

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call me cain the way im un-abel to handle this shit

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Imprisoning him in the glue trap for his crimes. Maker help him

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