#Anyway I hope this is okay!

[talesofourworlds]

@cataclysmus liked for a starter with Rita!

These visits to Dahngrest were becoming more and more commonplace in Rita's life. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. When it was convenient for Brave Vesperia to use it as a meeting place, of course she would come all the way there to meet them. This was one such day, but at the same time Rita was there to share what she'd been learning about potential replacements for the blastia. Progress was, admittedly, slower than she would have liked. A small amount of progress was better than nothing, and she was eager to share what she'd learned.

Of course, some things never really did change. Just as it had been when Rita had first set foot in the guild city with the others, Dahngrest proved to be as lively as anything. By then, Rita was used to navigating the streets and avoiding colliding with others. Such was the benefit of needing to come to Dahngrest as often as she and the others had. She strode forward with confidence, dipping and moving about to avoid various guild members. That was, of course, until someone caught her eye for just a moment.

There, moving in the opposite direction to her as the crowd thinned, was someone clad in a mage's cloak. Their hood was covering their face just enough so Rita couldn't immediately identify them as she walked closer to her destination. For just a heartbeat, Rita looked back and decided it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Rita wasn't the only mage out there, even if she didn't often don her mage's cloak. Maybe it was just another mage getting ready to go somewhere else in Dahngrest. That was the thought process, at least, until Rita thought more about the encounter.

She squinted. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. She liked to think that she knew at least a majority of the mages that hailed from Aspio. Even the ones who had been scattered by what had happened to their beloved city when Tarqaron rose should have been recognizable to her, but she couldn't put a name or face to this stranger. Assuming they were a mage at all, of course. Was someone parading around like a mage? For what purpose? Rita's mind raced, and she did the only thing she could think to do. Her pace picked up as she started to follow the stranger. Something wasn't right.

"H-Hey! You!" It was the first thing Rita could even think to say. Not so genius mage of her, she knew, but she was caught off guard. Somehow, she managed to catch up and tried to get in front of the stranger. She was right back to squinting as she looked him over. "Pretty sure there aren't any mages from Aspio living around here. And I think I'd know a cloak like that anywhere. So who the hell are you?"

Already, Rita could imagine some people thinking she was leaping to conclusions. Maybe she was. She couldn't help it in this case, though. When she felt like something was off, surely it made sense for her to pursue it. Right?

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them . / for izzy ! edward doing the holding, a little too hard

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .  (accepting) // @krakensmaw

Fuck off. Izzy knows he has to tell them that now and the next time Ed will remember he exists... And the next time. And the next. But like always, he can hardly say no to Edward, even when they're being like that, when they're grabbing Izzy like that. Especially when they're grabbing him like that. It's almost as if he can't breathe, losing whatever self-control he has to make Edward focus, to pull him out of those destructive moods. In moments like these, Izzy would follow them to the bottom of the goddamn ocean, if that's where Blackbeard wanted to go.

So of course he lets Ed kiss him and Izzy returns the kiss, with the same intensity, letting Ed take control as they so much loved doing. But still, as always — and never knowing if it is pointless or not— he cups the other's face, gently, a contrast to Ed's touch, his whole fucking mood. What Izzy will never admit, is that one of these days, he wants Ed to touch him the way Izzy does, the gentleness he will always crave for. But only from Ed, always only from Ed.

[paintedcrows]

*through tears* HER LITTLE POG CHAMP

[theazureblade]

[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.

Coerthas wasn't always the cold, desolate wasteland it was now. Five years ago, before the Calamity, it was as green as Gridania during the springs and summers.

But that was five years ago, and it hasn't stopped snowing in Coerthas since.

One might think an Ishgardian would have ample experience dealing with the ice and the cold, and they would be right to think so. In particular, military personnel had rigorous survival training, having to camp out in the cold from time to time to face any particular threat.

...which is why it was so humiliating that Aymeric had gotten turned around in a snowstorm and had to be rescued by a Scion of the Seventh Dawn.

But here he was, so cold he wasn't even shivering anymore (bad sign), as Sid carried him on chocobo back toward Whitebrim, which was apparently the closest safe haven. (Also a bad sign. He had been headed for Camp Dragonhead.) He had lost Lucia in the heavy snows too, which was particularly worrisome.

And now Sid was pushing him toward the large fireplace in the first building he could find in Whitebrim – looked like a dining hall of sorts – and calling for a chirurgeon while he feebly protested.

“I am no longer in danger,” he insisted. “We need to arrange a search party for my retinue. We got separated in the storm...”

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[pearlore]

@eydilily 's gempearl designs r so gorgeous i had to draw........ also a swap?? ft. some nzsl bc i was briefly possessed by the spirit of. hands.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

@blackflcgs

Maybe if Izzy wasn't high of his mind, if Roach hadn't given him those 'herbs' for his leg, he would have never spoken to Ed. ❝Tell me does he kiss, like I used to kiss you?❞ he asks the other man quietly, a bottle at hand, standing next to him at a mostly empty deck ❝Does it feel the same, when he calls your name?❞ Okay, if he wasn't high, he would have never said this to Ed. He barely realizes it as he does it now.

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[chipthekeeper]

Rebellions are built on hope.