#and RAN with it

[terr-hedgehog]

Casey hit a pretty quick stop, but thank god it ain’t THAT kinda sudden stop loll

Extra stuff V

[humblemooncat]

A hand lays proffered to you, promises of salvation falling from emotionless lips. By his grace will you be delivered unto a land where no strife exists, only light, and love, and bliss.

Take his hand? > Yes > Of course > Where is the No?

> Why would you deny me?

I like to plan the ShB Horrors early, so meet Charis, Amare's would-be Lightwarden which will haunt his dreams from Holminster onward.

He's gonna have a great time.

[witchybimbocow]

What u doing?

Being bullied by My Dom.

How about you?

[useless-sideblog1]

Excuse me sir but do you have a LICENCE to give me a boner?

[reijndeers]

norwich fans trying to steal carlos already please the match barely finished 😭

[malumtractanda]

writing is going well

[scarletooyoroi]

you've got to help me out with this.

Where the skies gain a poisonous pitch and the ground that surrounds them bubbles like a cauldron, writhing and shuddering as if the latent space was so close to giving in, how odd was it that the genuine request made within such a situation burns like a sliver of light. Their words could've been drawn like a flash of sarcasm for a viscerally harrowing situation. The Warrior of Flame could only hold silent, accepting the mere fact they've found themselves surrounded.

The Abyss eagerly craves to sate this hunger they'd endlessly fail in gorging upon. Alien like claws would tear through the ruptured space, allowing the Hopeless to taste the light of Teyvat, leading their ravenous maws and mindless instinct to reduce all under the banner of desolation to be wholly appetite driven. "As a member of the crowd for your gallant flash of inspiration?" Comes one question, even now, still managing to shoulder a disposition that dares to hope compared to being devoured by terror.

"Or as another torchbearer, to get us through this darker night?" Thoma responds in kind.

Don't lose heart. A calamity made by the great halls of Thunder cruelly tempered them both for such a reality. Bravery like theirs, bravery like his own, it was the transience force of change that as the blonde began to channel his strength, pure luminosity finding itself woven with the mother element of Pyro as it ignites.

Imbued with his will, what wildly laps in eagerness towards the open sky would be his strength, a force that draws a protective veil of woven might around Tomo's figure. The violent uptick of elemental power had immediately made the Rifthounds frazzled, distorted noises pervading an animal's tone into that of an almost alien tongue. As it stands, Teyvat remains in pained tension for the fight that's fated to begin, so similar to the hellish encounters made so many years ago.

Two new souls now at the helm.

Amidst the incandescence, what is plucked and torn from the stir of fiery power would be a staff of sacred firewood as it reveal streaks of elegant scarlet ingrained. As the prominent spearhead donning phoenix feathers stir into being, Homa is successfully called. The intent to become a maelstrom against the impurities surrounding them inciting a valiant rush of courage to those that hold fighting will. Time would be rendered ever shorter as the beast would make their leap.

"Victory and Oblivion alike, I'm with you. Let's carve a path of our own making, Tomo!" A companion holding no fear within his jade eyes was at the ready.

@visionkept

[ylfah]

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧  𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐨𝐟  @nancewheelr '𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦,  a  grip  so  fierce  that  the  mere  force  of  it  causes  her  fingers  to  quiver  and  hands  to  shake  —  or  were  they  doing  that  already?  ylfa  isn’t  quite  sure.  she  can  feel  her  thudding  heartbeat  not  only  in  her  chest  (  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝  𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝  𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚍𝚜  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢  𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  )  but  also  in  her  ears,  something  she  has  the  faint  awareness  isn’t  quite  right,  something  toeing  the  line  of  peculiar.  

ylfa  opens  her  mouth  to  speak,  𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺  𝗹𝗶𝗽  𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝗼𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗵𝗮𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝘀𝗮𝘆  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄  𝗵𝗼���  𝘁𝗼  𝘀𝗮𝘆.  grandma’s  dead.  it’s  my  fault.  blood.  i  didn’t  listen.  so  much  blood. i’m  the  reason  she’s  dead.  but  before  any  sort  of  syllable  can  land  upon  her  tongue  of  cotton,  there’s  a  sob,  that  rampages  past  would-be-syllables,  rampages  atop  tastebuds  saturated  with  copper  and  over  the  ridges  of  chartering  teeth  until  it’s  able  to  fall  from  the  grace  of  her  lips  and  penetrate  the  thick  air.  

before  that  fallen  syllable  can  so  much  as  regain  footing,  it’s  knocked  down  by  another  sob,  following  in  quick  succession  after  the  first.  the  sobs  are  loud  and  violent,  𝙖  𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮  𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩  𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙖  𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙  —  𝙛𝙤𝙧  𝙖  𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙  𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩  𝙗𝙚  𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚  𝙩𝙤  𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬  𝙩𝙤  𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚  𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝  𝙖  𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙,  𝙣𝙤𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙨  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡  𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨  𝙩𝙤  𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚  𝙞𝙩.  ylfa’s  vision  blurs  beneath  the  weight  of  water  and  salt,  and  her  fingers  tighten  around  nancy’s  shirt.  

❝  she  .  .  .  she  —  ❞  words  try  and  squeeze  past  her  sobs,  attempt  to  charge  into  nancy’s  awareness  in  efforts  to  be  heard.  ❝  nancy  .  .  i  .  .  it’s  my  fault,  it’s  my  fault,  nancy  i  killed  her!  ❞

[sinnabunii]

I spent my entire day baking sweets and bread, day well spent 

[gaeasun]

 The walls and floors are covered in names, all in Fox’s cramped script, all looking as though they’d been burned into the building with a lightsaber. The names repeat, over and over, blanketing every surface: Remedy. Hedge. Hemlock. Pansy. Cave.  

Hey. Hey @calamity-aims . why do you got to do this to me every time

[askthesorcerersupreme]

Anything special today Wonggggg?

Beauty, Rei, and a few others were planning a surprise party for you, but you never showed up apparently. (I did my job too well and kept you busy for a bit too long… my apologies.)

@doctorstrangeaskblog @sobeautifullyobsessed @byondtheveil

[foreverdolly]

tell me why a sugar daddy just followed me on tumblr and tried to message me. i’m deceased.

[robertsbarbie]

it’s been nagging at me why the enunciation and production of Youre On Your Own Kid sound so familiar and i realized it sounds starkingly similar to Castle On a Hill and then as you pay attention to the lyricism it’s an interesting comparison because in contrast to COAH taylor didn’t have all these friends she’s been doing it on her own making these mistakes on her own and like the way the song follows the similar build you get all this alarming information in the bridge about the way we (specifically taylor) grow up and idk i think it’s very clever and interesting she did that and you can see the production choices and story building devices to get there

[cryoexorcist]

stcllariis asked: ❝ the worst part about this is leaving you behind. ❞

the mud is being splattered everywhere, rapidly draining chongyun of his energy. he knows he won’t be able to stay upright much longer, but the more important issue is getting aether out of there so he can find help. crumbling to one knee, chongyun shoves at aether, silently praying to whatever gods and archons that may be listening that this isn’t the end for him.

“go aether!” chongyun demands. “go find help, i’ll hold the abyss mages off!” just when he thinks aether is going to run, the traveler throws that line at chongyun. it’s touching, and chongyun knows he made the right decision in putting his faith in aether. but... now is not the time for this. they’re barely holding it together as is, and the mages are laughing, preparing to cast more magic.

“please,” chongyun pleads quietly. “i can take care of myself, you aren’t leaving me behind for long.” with those words, they turn and run for the abyss mages, dodging ice and electric attacks while sprinting, claymore at the ready. they can only hope that aether is running for the surface now.

[magnificentmuses]

“I wonder if Reimu knows, that day 15 years ago, when her mother perished...whose fault it was. I wonder how she’ll react, when I appear before her...”

“And tell her, ‘It was me, Reimu! I was the one who ended your mother! It was me all along!’...it’ll be interesting.”

[gcthbitch]

ya know…the dasphyr household would be. chaos. mans doesnt cook nor clean - he doesnt even kill bugs ✋😭