#FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY

[dgct2]

Billie Lourd and Mark Hamill celebrate Carrie Fisher receiving her richly deserved star on The Hollywood Walk Of Fame.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“If I find the pieces of hurt inside me, what should I do once I have them?”

“Make something new. Because there’s no going back to how things used to be.”

The time has come. A freshly baked fic, written by yours truly. ☺️ May I present to you…

Overmorrow

Summary: After Daybreak Town’s destruction, Ephemer awakens on a distant shore. This is the story of how he learns to live again.

Takes place after the events of Union Cross, and before the events of Missing Link.

Read here: Ch 1: Refraction

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[myobsession]

IT'S HERE!!!!! The second trailer for the LOTM game has been announced at it looks amazing! Starting off strong with Captain Dunn's voiceover and his iconic line, "We are guardians, but also wretched souls eternally battling against dangers". And we have subtitles in Hermes which I think is an excellent touch. Also the Blackthorn Security Company/Nighthawk Office looks wayy nicer than I was imagining it to look lol. We get to hear the voice overs for the whole Nighthawk crew too which is so exciting and not just the Nighthawks, we get a little snippet from Melissa and Benson as well!!! From this trailer, it seems like the first half of "Volume 1: Clown" has already been developed and according to the comment from their twitter, the game will be released on PC and mobile!

[captainbadmintonsgoodeye]

ONE DAY AWAY CREW!! Don’t forget to leave out a cup of tea with a dollop of milk and seven sugars for Edward tonight!

[ladybender]

[inkswarm]

re: current project for the night [FINISH]

“Join me now, and we can complete the χ-blade!”

- VANITAS

[inyunjin]

feel this tremble (at this moment)

🔞 ITZY - G!P Hwang Yeji/Shin Ryujin - 7239 words 🔞

READ ON AO3

A sigh tumbles out of Ryujin’s lips as she collapses onto the floor beside Yuna and Chaeryeong. She’s gripping a bottle of water that she promptly empties into her mouth the moment she’s settled next to her friends. With a sigh, she eases her back into the cool tile beneath her. She inhales. She exhales. She repeats. After hours of rehearsal and shooting, they might just finally be done with filming the dance practice video for Mr. Vampire. While waiting to be given the okay to go home, Ryujin does what she can to monopolize this small moment of respite. Head flat against the floor, she tilts it so she can look over to the leader of their group – the only one of them not a sprawled out clammy mess of a person. A few yards away from them, Yeji is in talks with a few of the JYP representatives present at the shoot. Despite it all, she seems no worse for wear. Her hands and mouth move with the energy of a girl possessed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it is the end of the day and not the beginning. She bounces with every word and gesture, so much so that even the producers are having a hard time keeping up with her. Ryujin gets caught staring and Yeji responds by smiling at her the way only she can – with scrunched up eyes and dimples dotting her cheeks. It’s a brief, missable moment that goes away the instant one of the men besides Yeji addresses her, but it makes Ryujin realize one thing. She misses her.

CONTINUED ON AO3

[rmelster]

—𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.

CHAPTER ONE: PAST THOSE DARKSOME GATES.

They arrived with the fog, as if they were ghosts.

Two boys of almost the same age, with jolly faces and wrinkled clothes, emerged with a jump from the carriage that, like a raven, had landed at the doors of that gloomy institution. It was an unpleasant, humid and gloomy morning, and a flock of dark magpies crossed the sky between mournful croaks, disturbing the superstitious man who accompanied the brothers; the last had been days of storm and restlessness, of nights of wakefulness and winds that howled terrible omens to those willing to hear them, and although acquitted that morning for a few restless hours, the travellers knew that the biblical anger that the heavens had unloaded against them was not ready to subside. The landscape around him, lonely and clad in mist, seemed to have fled from a painting by Caspar David Friedrich.

While the youths' companion got out of the carriage, sinking into the muddy ground up to his ankles, they began to talk to each other. The brothers had a very healthy appearance, and despite the long journey they had faced and the uncertain fate that awaited them past those darksome gates, they seemed animated; the joy of their faces and the carefree and somewhat mocking nature of both stood out against the sad landscape before them.

The youngest of the brothers, named Lawrance, got rid of the embroidered beret that he wore and smoothed his curls with indolence; he was dark of complexion and light as a doe, and his playful expression allowed a glimpse of his nature, cunning, mocking and somewhat malicious, which had put him in as many predicaments as it had made him flee from others. Not many steps forward, his older brother, Washington, dedicated himself to contemplating the facade with candid fascination.

"This place is very old," he said loudly.

"As old as the town that lays at his feet," said a caustic voice behind him.

The three travellers turned their faces at the same time. A group of five men and a youth not much older than twenty years advanced towards them without haste. They were headed by a mature gentleman, with aquiline features and an icy smile, in whose hair the years intertwined silver strands. There was something in the curve of his thin lips, so threateningly sharp, that seem to not invite joy or confidence.

"Director Holford," the man who accompanied them seemed to have recovered his voice, now painfully low, “I am Silas Gant; this who I accompany are the Pemberton brothers, Washington and Lawrance.”

"Mr. Gant. Mr. Pemberton, young and older” the director greeted them, consequently. His voice hadn’t lost its caustic quality in a smidge. The cohort of teachers and the young man who accompanied him remained as quiet as Death while he spoke again. “I trust that your travels have been without unrest. The teachers and I have the honor of welcoming you on this lucky day, to our beloved institution, Onstyles.”

Mr. Gant barely moved his lips when he spoke again: "Thank you, Director. I trust you have received the letter that their parent sent you.”

"Mr. Pemberton, yes," the director confirmed, licking his lips; there was a strange hunger in the bottom of his eyes, “Tell him that he has nothing to worry about; the prestige of our institution will be honored. Your children will be educated to become two men of profit… No matter how unrily and not very bright they have tried to be so far.

Suddenly, the director turned his gaze to them; those dark and hungry eyes seemed to study them with the contemptuous curiosity dedicated to a couple of disgusting insects. Under his gaze, Washington shrank like a frightened child, clinging to the wide pocket of his coat, and Lawrance took a step back, fearing that that sinister man would extend his hand to grab his jaw and look at his teeth like a horse. He didn't, but he stayed so close to them that they could both feel his breath, heavy and warm, against the bristling skin. At last, he stepped back and went back to the man who accompanied them.

"How old are they, Mr. Gant?"

“Sixteen, both of them. Mr. Washington will turn seventeen this winter” he replied, restrained. Lawrance could see how his gaze travelled to him, as if asking him to forgive him.

"Curious," Holford remarked, in an ominous sigh, “Truly… Curious. But let's not delay the moment any longer. Come, lads, now. Accompany my assistant. He will show you the place.”

‘Tis a joyous occasion to share with my peers: @aneurinallday / My ladyship @lordbettany / @ricardian-werewolf / @theboarsbride (first part of chapter one)

[pudding-parade]

Sorry, sorry, but I have to say that:

Donald Trump guilty on all 34 counts!

Let the party begin!

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Having Marcus Pike brainrot.

[loftwingsuarus]

Zelda 🤝 Melinoë

Saving their kingdom

[kexing]

MEWWWWWW!!!!!! MEW MEW MEW MEWMEWMEW!!! MEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

[toffeecoffeee]

I CAN WALK AGAIIIIIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH 🎉🎉🎉

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Mythos Island

Fuck yeah