#*s intro

[realbeefman]

screams vomits etc

[ask-october-fox]

I have returned! And what a warm welcome I have been given! Its so good to see you all again, I wonder what fun we'll have this year?

[ghostpajamas]

guys i dont think my fascination with hanks drag king- i mean villain sona is ironic anymore

[davinciae]

so the cliché says, "history repeats itself" well, here we go again //

[cabeswaterdrowned]

unstoppable force (Adam’s canonical teacher kink) meets immovable object (Gansey being a professor’s soul in a teenagers body).

[brittlebutch]

Shoutout to Bill and Ted’s Excellent Holiday Special for giving us outright canonical Jewish Bill S. Preston Esq. <3

[chonnysinferno]

something something the ruler of everything something something if you cant read the text it says "organism assembly line" btw

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[lily-pad-love]

hello loves! 😘

hi, i’m lily! i’m 17, i love reading, flowers, and my friends. (i’m their #1 quidditch fan) gryffindor, bisexual, british, aquarius, pronouns she/her.

likes: books! all the modern classics, super into the secret history/other dark academia stuff rn, pls drop recommendations. also anything remus suggests. love love love music, especially if it’s on vinyl but i make do with my spotify. my current favs are bowie, taylor, chappell roan, lorde, harry styles, and hozier. and ofc anything marlene plays. i like baking, peach tea, converse, flowy skirts, hanging out with my friends (we can turn anything into a good time) and taking care of my little garden and my cat.

dislikes: transphobia, homophobia, sexism, racism, people who are mean to me or anyone else. (i’m chill until you mess with my people) i will kick you off my blog.

my favorite people:

marleeeene my bestie @ur-fave-rockstar-girl

pandora my gf!!! @pandadoraa

remus my reading buddy ❤️ @rj-mo0ny-lupin

jamie @heres-ur-daily-dose-of-prongsie

sirius, girl version of my bestie @im-a-not-so-sirius-star

pete @wormtail-pete

reggie, my fav black sibling (just kidding ily u siri) @reggieblackthepoet

barty, probably what sirius would have become had he been a slytherin @barty-not-bartemius

evan @driedoutrose

dorcas, my gfs bestie @cassie-meadowes

sybill, our resident seer @sybilances

emmeline @aunty-emms-emporium

(rp acct. if you don’t like it or my interpretation of the lovely lily, keep scrolling. i do not support jkr. main is @madame-marauder if your interested. if you want to join the rp dm @im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon. the face pic is ladyflowerchaser on insta, she’s amazing you should check her out)

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | season of love

[drrobobitch]

Don’t think of speedy calling ginger kittygato Don’t think of speedy calling ginger kittygato Don’t think of speedy calling ginger kittygato-

TEEHEEEE I WAS GONNA MAKE SOME HADINA ART ON MY OTHER BLOG (I’m literally supposed to be writing) BUT SPEEDY SPEEDY MY LOVE MY DARLING OMAGGAHAHDJHRRHRIDIDURHRUHRHRJ

Also yes I did use one of the screen caps from the looney tunes show 😿 I had to it was just too perfect of an opportunity to miss

[hawkeyeslaughter]

there was a post asking which song reminded me most of hawktrap

[wildflowercryptid]

V FOR VALEDICTORIAN character introduction :

J.B. DECKER, the librarian.

here's the next character intro with j.b.!! honestly, i think she's my favorite out of the whole cast design wise. she's just so much fun to draw for me.

i haven't started on her intro yet, but the next character i'll be sharing is our victim, victoria valentine!

( alt text for j.b.'s bio below! ) ⤵

Justine B. Decker, Also known as J.B.

Chumbridge College's Chief Librarian who is known for keeping meticulous care of the Library. Has been working in the position for a little over 6 years, having previously worked as an assistant librarian while attending Chumbridge for her masters.

Generally well liked by students and staff due to her polite nature and cordial personality. She also isn't afraid to be straightforward with others when needed. Describes herself as an "open book."

Legal guardian of her niece, Drew. Gets exacerbated by her antics, but clearly loves and cares for her deeply. They have no other living relatives so they're the only family either has left.

Her brother and sister-in-law were both killed in a breaking and entering gone horribly wrong 3 years ago, the culprit was never found and the case has since gone cold.

Fairly familiar with the victim as she was a frequent visitor to the library, especially as of the past few months. Victoria may have been concerned for J.B.'s safety, having been the one who suggested that Georgie escort Drew and her when they leave campus for the night.

Dr. Conrad was one of her brother's college friends and seems interested in getting to know her better outside of work, the feeling isn't mutual.

Big fan of mystery novels and enjoys reading them in her spare time.

Writes as a hobby, using the journal she carries with her to jot down ideas and draft out her stories. Isn't very confident in her writing so she's pretty apprehensive about sharing it with others. The currently story she's writing is a murder mystery, revolving around a cold case.

Likes bad puns.

[recurring-polynya]

For her birthday, my daughter asked me to draw The Girls from the Shōjo S intro, because it's her favorite. She did the rainbow!

[humanmorph]

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

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