#I prefer this over wraps

[honeyandthunderstorms]

if you have never had chicken caesar pasta salad, I highly suggest you should.

[flowing-between-space]

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[kuromi-hoemie]

being like 5’2” - 5’4” is so attractive to me like omg ur head fits right under my chin and right in my tits ♡⁠ let me hold you. i love being a tall girl

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Road To Ruin

start of a postapocalyptic fantasy series set in an Asian-inspired desert world plagued by dangerous storms

follows a courier who transports romantic letters between a prince and princess, who helps the princess escape across the wastes towards the prince’s safe haven

but they’re pursued by bounty hunters, and accidentally uncover some ancient secrets. and also she’s in love with both of them

dinosaurs, magical motorbikes,

bi MC, start of polyam triad

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Hellspawn idea that hit me like a religious vision

Astarion can't stop thinking of the color of this flower Karlach found during one of the more idyllic moments of traveling to Baldur's Gate, and it should have been such an inconsequential moment. It was just a flower. But the delight burning in the embers of her mirthful eyes just sticks with him. And it's mostly annoying how happy she is about everything, but he also can't hold it against her when she, too, is adjusting to sudden, newfound freedom, and hers is much more limited than his.

And it isn't even a romantic moment or anything, right? Karlach just sees it on the edge of where the last bit of life was able to grow between the Shadow Curse and the land beyond it. She's STOKED. Bellowing in that way she does about this flower. She just takes a moment to enjoy it, then moves on. Doesn't pick it. Doesn't touch it. Just moves on with her day.

but this moment sticks with him and he thinks about it when they're curled together under the stars that night, his body fitting against the curve of hers, his cold weight soaking up every bit of warmth her overheated body will give him, and her arms are SO strong, but so gentle in the way she holds him.

The immortal forced to reckon with mortality bc this woman, who truly believe deserves a much better lot in life, only has a finite amount of time to appreciate the flowers and the sunrise and just. everything.

He'll still be able to live his life from the shadows and find beauty in the darkness, but Karlach?

He can see her death coming on the horizon and there's so much he actually wants to do, now that they're trying to make things real. and he just. is feeling the pressure bc he did waste time trying to get Karlach into a position to protect him and he'll forever feel bad about it (but not say anything bc that's his burden to carry).

So the immortal keeps thinking about this flower and what Karlach would look like adorned in beautifully crafted items accented in blue: gilded chains and cuffs adorning her hair and horns, sturdy leather dyed and stamped, fine silk embroidered with expensive floss, of all the nice things he wishes she could experience - because he promised her new experiences once they returned - and just.

When everyone's sleeping, he just spends that time sneakily embroidering this doublet he stole from a vendor the moment they entered the city. He's working against time, too, cus this is a gift he HAS to give her before her time is up. So, his skilled fingers move quickly, embroidering this black doublet with the most beautiful embroidery done mostly in blue, but accented with red, orange, and yellow.

He's almost done when Karlach tells him one night that she thinks she doesn't have much longer. Her heart is in overdrive and she can feel her body beginning to give out, to fail her when freedom was so close she could taste it. and it isn't fair. Astarion is SO angry at the world and at the Gods because he FINALLY has someone and. Time is running out. he feels even more powerless here because it really is just up to Karlach and whether she wants to keep going or not. He tries to talk to her about it, but usually they just end up fighting because they're both stubborn.

So, he avoids the conversation, mostly. Just tries to pretend the end isn't peeking over the horizon.

He doesn't give her the doublet right away. He doesn't want that finality, to give it to her and to know this may very well be the last time he gets to give her something he put his time into for her like this. and he has other gifts for her. a new owlbear to go with clive (even if he thinks that's juvenile, but he's not going to judge....well. he will, but not as much as if it were Gale who still had his stuffies). but he just. cannot bring himself give her this doublet bc he knows it's the first and last time she'll be adorned in something that he put together for her. the embroidered doublet is his labor of love, and the man does NOT like to labor.

embroidering isn't even necessarily his favorite thing to do, it's just one of his skills he actually has. he lacks self-confidence when it comes to what qualities he thinks he has that make him worthy of a relationship, but he can make sure his partners' clothes are mended and presentable.

When he finally gives it to her, it's after they take down Gortash. Karlach spends that very night alone, and Astarion cannot take it. He hasn't spent a single night away from Karlach since before they arrived at the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and now they're literally counting the days until they're taken from one another. He's big mad, seething, but very respectful to her bc he understands. he's not mat at HER, he's mad at everyone that took everything they could from her.

That's the first night he actually sits down and starts coming up with a plan. And it's a genuinely good one, but it's the first good one he's had in almost two-centuries. This is when he comes up with how he wants to convince Karlach to let him go to Avernus with her. He's not ready to let go and he is willing to murder his way through the Hells with her if he gets to see her smile about inconsequential things again.

He gives her the doublet the night before they plan to head for the Morphic Pool. They know it may be their last night together, so after a group meal, when everyone is winding down to turn in for the night, they make their way up to the roof of the tavern. They sit beneath the stars, side by side, but they're just sitting and refusing to look at one another.

Karlach is unusually still and silent. She's exhausted. Astarion swears she had his undead heart beating again, but seeing her like that had it stop cold in his chest. He tries to break the silence, to cut off his own thoughts so he doesn't spiral into despair thinking of the unknown, but just ends up reaching out to take her hand.

She's hot to the touch. He can feel that her temperature IS increasing and just. imagining what she's feeling and how she's been pent up this entire trip. like no fucking release from the pressure of this shitty heart that only does its job in the right environment.

She's the one who breaks it first. to thank him for his company. to tell him that he was a little fucking SHIT when she first met him, but she always could see something good behind the veneer of mischief hiding the fear in his piercing eyes. but she loves him and she's so, so happy to have been given a chance to love someone, to touch them freely, to feel loved in return. it was something she was missing in the last 10 years of the loneliness of being simple cannon fodder in an endless war.

and she doesn't want to talk abt this. she had been avoiding it, took him on their date to pretend like he wasn't doomed to be left alone in his eternity. And neither of them even MENTION the elephant in the room. like they're both talking circles around what's going to happen, but they're being honest about the feelings they have for one another. like the only thing they even voice concern for is not being able to take out the Absolute.

Under the stars, accompanied by declarations of love spilling from their lips, Astarion produces the doublet. Karlach is just ecstatic that she received a gift, but when she realizes HE embroidered it, she's just kinda like.

This is. the most beautiful gift i've ever received, fangs.

and her calloused fingers, fingers that had seen more war and death than anyone her age should have to, gently touch the floss, follow the design, and she realizes the particular shades of orange, red, and yellow are in her eyes, in her body, in her chest, all complimented by the blue thread he used as the main color of the design.

It's a design made of the sun, moon, and stars, trailing up the front, across the broad shoulders, and down the back yoke.

she's his sun. She's the gentle warmth of the sun's rays comforting him when he would rather recede to the shadows and fall back on old habits. she's his moon and his stars, his guiding light when everything seems like it may crash down and suffocate him. She's everything good in this world if you look for it. She's proof that you can be put through shit and still come out a decent person.

Karlach does cry, but it's nothing dramatic. It's a few tears, her own stomach and chest twisting with an overwhelming sense of loss and yearning; the loss of time when her light inevitably extinguishes and a deep yearning to stay. it's in direct opposition to her desire to die in the place she loves simply so she can keep living this life with the man she loves.

She puts the doublet on, wearing it that night while he cuddled against her side. They held each other beneath the stars, until it was time for Karlach to get some rest for the upcoming battle. Astarion spends that entire night just watching her, playing with her hair, getting every last touch he can, then makes a vow that he WILL save Karlach, just as she saved him.

[bloomeng]

i keep thinking about how i feel like the reason izzy “had to die” was more so bc once we made him truly sympathetic, than his one sided feelings would be “too sad” bc everyone knows that finding romantic love is the only way to ever be happy and that his arc certainly couldn’t have ended poetically with him learning to love and cherish himself and the crew outside of his relationship to ed

[mimicteruyo]

The next time I post a multichapter, odds are I won't have the penultimate draft of the entire thing on the ready. We'll be way closer to working chapter by chapter*, baby!

(*I won't start posting before I have a FUNCTIONAL draft of the entire thing because omg)

[oldmanlusting]

Oh I can't believe I haven't talked about him yet on this blog, what a travesty. It must be rectified immediately

Mogens is hot. From Klaus. When his face lit up in that sudden self-assured smirk the first time I was immediately entranced by him, not to mention his voice, his expressive movements, his sarcastic quips and all his lovely facial features, from his sideburns to his midnight-black hair to his tired, yet mischievous eyes

And also THAT BODY

[ramm-ramm]

your spotify wrapped is kinda all the same I bet

*holds pearls tightly to chest* why! whatever do you mean, anon-san?!? (somehow add an outraged US southern accent)

[oathofkaslana]

also. Hm. tbh'es. the idea of putting such ridiculous standards for what someone who wasnt a bigot would actually do is kinda. extremely fucking awful for anyone struggling w moral ocd lol.

[bitchfitch]

normally i have a pretty easy time with first drafts of Characters. but i fucking hate Gier's now that I'm not exhausted and a Teensy bit off my shits, and I'm not even going to post the first draft of Maalik's bc they came out so bad.

I'm going to give them both another shot tonight tho and i might just ditch full body designs and figure out their faces first.

[siesporamor]

19, 46, 95

19. Amor en el Aire - Violetta cast

46. Indomitable - Jeff Williams, Casey Lee Williams

95. Miracle - Jeff Williams, Casey Lee Williams

Thanks for the ask!

[lesbianlenas]

have you ever watched the blank space music video? I assume if you had then you would be a fan of taylor swift…

yes of course i watched blank space many times when it came out in 2014 lol i really liked her when i was like 12-15 i just have different music taste now is all i don’t have anything against her i still listen to her music sometimes i just wouldn’t call myself a fan of hers…..she was my icon on my book instagram for a bit in 2015 that’s how u knew i was obsessed w a woman when i would make her my icon proof pictured below from jan 26 2015

[trashbaget]

tagged by my beloved april @heartbeatdiaz <33

bold (or otherwise mark in your preferred fruity way) all that apply:

APPEARANCE: i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child / i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

tagging with ALL of the pressure (totally very really absolutely jk i love yall <3): @enbyeddiediaz almost wrote pinkpurse?? babe. it hasn’t been that for a while why’d i think that lmao @firemedicdiaz @barbiediaz @evcndiaz @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper @911onabc ehh that’s enough for now <3

[spacefuneral]

i love country music actually but SPECIFICALLY i love country music written by women. while the devil makes three and like, idk, fucking johnny cash are Big Faves, i'll still sooner put on Gunpowder & Lead by Miranda Lambert because I Love Women Talking About Killing Men!!!!

[remnantrule]

( → bounced from @the-composer !! )

As he waits for their orders— or rather, Joshua's, Hazuki looks him up and down from behind, studying his posture, scrutinizing his demeanor— the way he speaks to the cashier, makes payment ( is that a black card? ), takes hold of their drinks—

and extends them towards him, offering him a choice between them.

Though they look a lot less familiar than anticipated, he recognizes what flavors they are. A hand rises out of his pocket— though it stops halfway, and hovers.

His first thought is to snatch the matcha drink for himself, as it's his senior's favorite of the two options, and he's really hoping to deprive Joshua of it. However: Hazuki understands the one before him is an entirely different person— a perfect stranger, and melon could be his favorite flavor, instead.

( But what if tastes in tea-and-milk-based drinks are consistent across worlds? What if they're not? He's had no way of knowing. )

He instead delays his decision by addressing the subjects broached. "Heard from whom?" Hazuki knocks the back of his finger against one of the drink lids. "And 'shaky' in what way? As I've told you: the state of affairs has been wonderful from where I can see."

Teeth then gnaw down the inside of his lip for a second. "Save for the relentless existence of rot like him— he didn't 'spurn' Joshua—" or me— "so much as forsake his whole community— his family."

"Which is why I find it interesting you ask that about him." He concludes: free hand returning to its pocket, he dips forward to take a sip each from both drinks, his gaze remaining fixed to the Composer's.

He parts his lips from the latter straw with a smack, still bent over. "I figured you would already have an idea, seeing as how your own Fallen Producer must've crossed you, at least once?" ( Unless they had both decided to fall together. )