#c; mira

[allabbottme]

"The hair I can believe... but calling my good looks into question is a tad excessive. That would truly offend the Abbott line. " Anthony chuckled. There were only two things in life that Anthony was certain of, one was his looks and the second was his previous stellar ability at Quidditch. He was confident enough in himself that he didn't particularly rely on other's compliments. Of course, Anthony was only human and they were always welcome. "Some things are just out of the question, Mira." He acknowledged with a shrug.

In a brief flash of realisation, Anthony had a feeling that he was coming on slightly too strong. And in a bid to not seem completely desperate, he leaned back with a smile. "Of course, Tiberius will be a tad disappointed though, I think he enjoyed making the fliers. " Anthony chuckled, feeling a slight hint of embarrassment at having to explain why he wanted to go for dinner. "Why wouldn't I want to go for dinner with a beautiful woman?"

Mira could only shake her head as he admitted that she had wounded him, she wasn't buying the dramatics. Still her lips twitched in amusement as he assured her that he wouldn't tell the rest of his family. "What a relief. I'd hate to have the whole Abbott line upset with me because I called their hair into question. Never mind that I had actually been calling your good looks into question and not your hair." A moment's hesitation as she eyed him, head tilting to the side before she smiled. "But now that you've said it, perhaps I should be questioning both."

Before she could even jump in to assure him that she wasn't interested, he was suggesting dinner again. She had to give it to him, he was persistent. "I'm not sure the flier is necessary, if I really need one I believe I know where to find one." She had been amused when she'd stumbled across one, that charming boyish grin of his front and center on the paper. She considered him for a moment before shaking her head. "Why do you want to go to dinner with me anyway?"

[necromosss]

i was just trying to make references of these two for future comms and i ended up going full throttle on the design (SOBS)

Extra: them dressing the other one up according to each tastes!!<3

[smol-lizord]

Something tells me the heated blanket was a present for them and not me LOL

[moltensmusings]

Erzajane be upon ye.

[frommarama]

marama turned to the voice she didn't recognize to see a face she also didn't know. another new person. that's four in the last week. the woods must be hungry, bringing more people in to take more away at night. "oblitus," she says simply as if it obvious and not some made up town that doesn't appear on a map. it was probably bad that she was going to be this person's first impression, mara was never good with interacting with newcomers. "this is benny's dinner but i don't know who benny is, never met him." her head cocks to the side, eyes drifting away with thought. "maybe he died, i don't know."

a single thought had haunted mira's mind for hours now: this had to be some kind of nightmare or purgatory. maybe she hadn't actually seen the tree in time, maybe she hadn't survived the crash. it was the only explanation she could muster. whatever this was, she needed answers — and fast — before her wavering grip on her sanity finally slipped. peering from her hiding spot, followed by cautiously stepping into the open, mirabelle felt the warmth of the sun on her face. she couldn't have been more grateful. the brightness of day had chased away the night's shadows and its lurking horrors. she couldn't have walked very far before she spotted a small diner up ahead. the sight of a few people milling about sparked a glimmer of hope, and before she knew it, her feet were carrying her towards the door at a quickened pace. she hadn't even realized that she was inside, just standing there — dazed, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights — until the woman beside her at the counter spoke up. snapping out of it, she turned to face her, managing only a single question. "where the fuck am i?"

[spectralarrovv]

finished zero time dilemma yesterday

[possessedbydevils]

Razumikhin too!!!

[glittergoats]

A bunch of my ZTD doodles from twitter... I'm kind of obsessed with this game

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐄𝐆𝐎 , 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 , 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢 ) ;

( it seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge WHO DID YOU COME BACK FOR? )

characters : scaramouche / alhaitham / xiao fandom : genshin impact quote cr : lexie liu ; helen oyeyemi a/n : reincarnation!au

↬ scaramouche ࿐ ࿔

◸✦◿ ; ( you ask yourself every question you can think of : what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger )

& A PUPPET WILL BE FREED FROM THE CHAINS OF DAMNATION, REBORN INTO A LIFE HE HAS YET TO GRIEVE FOR. it will be his undoing & uprising one in the same ; he will recognize you in a place that you once knew as the beginning of a happiness shared between two souls.

you stand before each other, reminiscent in the bittersweet nostalgia that lingers on your tongue, fills your mouth with the taste of iron.

you will know this feeling as love found and reunited. he will know this feeling as the fourth betrayal.

( how much must he endure, this trial of brutalities? it feels like something is torn from his chest, ripped away from his soul, and crushed beneath the weight of it all. )

because it is a blessing and curse, this fateful meeting, and a wanderer feels his heart pound with rage and relief. what a foreign sensation this is, the racing of wavering altruism in his chest. he has found you again, desires to seek refuge in your touch, just as he always has in all your previous lives together.

but to find you again means he will lose you again, and this cycle will repeat until your lives are no more and the gods have granted you forgiveness to rest in the depths of the earth, bodies side by side as you fall in eternal slumber.

this will hurt. it always does.

he steels himself, holds his breath as you take a step towards him : cautious, gentle, almost apologetic.

this will hurt. it always does. but the pain will be worth it. it always is.

you hold your hand out to him, pray he does not notice the way it shakes in both joy and fear of what is to come in the beginning and end of this cycle. how delicately the tears fall from your face, pierce his heart in ways he cannot explain. your lips part, fragments of the past nearly relived as his former name dances on the tip of your tongue. but you stop yourself , feel a gentle smile bloom on your lips.

"come, tell me what name you have chosen for yourself in this life."

↬ alhaitham ࿐ ࿔

◸✦◿ ; ( i forgot softness because it did not serve me )

HE WILL ONLY KNOW LOVE AS A DISTANT BEING, THE SCRIBE WHO ONLY KNOWS OF LOGIC AND RATIONALITY. in a world of survival, alhaitham knows that to bear the softness of oneself is a death wish. to harden oneself, create a shell of what is meant to be protected is the only means of living. it is foolish to do otherwise, and so he will deem those who wear their heart on their sleeve as cowardly.

so what is it that makes you different? in a time where he does not remember the past & previous selves, there is something that draws him to you. he does not catch the way you look at him, a fondness in your eyes and all the right words lodged in your throat.

because you remember him, you do, but he does not remember you, and maybe it's better that way. because you are far too different, humanity embracing all feelings and instinct, while his humanity only knows of logic and nothing of what it means to succumb to the heart. your love was a strange thing -- the way you broke down those walls, waited so patiently until he allowed himself to understand what he felt for you.

how you miss those days, yearn for the sensation of his hands on you. how gentle he was, words and expression softening in your presence. you keep your silence in this world, know what is meant to happen will happen, even if days and months have passed and passed.

but alhaitham has always been intuitive, knows that there is something more to this friendship you share. there is something deeper, something that goes beyond lifelines and lifetimes. there is something about you that is unforgettable, his dreams filled with hazy scenes that almost feel too real.

"i dreamt of you." he tells you one day, gauges your reaction carefully, notes how you tense up, instinctively tear your gaze away from his.

you are nervous and you do not know why. you almost excuse yourself, realize perhaps you are not ready to remember what love is like once more, but he stands before you, purposely blocks your path.

"we have met before. who were you to me?"

your soul freezes, feels a trepidation at the possible rediscovery of memories. you do not know if fate is cruel or kind in this moment. you swallow hard, watch as he observes the devastation and longing in your eyes. that look in itself is enough, he decides, but he awaits your answer, knows that it will be the beginning of something you both have been waiting for all along.

"i was someone you once loved, alhaitham."

↬ xiao ࿐ ࿔

◸✦◿ ; ( i wept because i have lost my pain and i am not yet accustomed to its absence )

OH, BUT A YAKSHA DOES NOT KNOW A WORLD WITHOUT CRUELTY, THIS PEACE SO FOREIGN AND DISTRAUGHT. xiao has carried his pain and sins throughout many lives, relived them over and over again until this cycle. it is too strange, the serenity in this life with you, and he cannot relax entirely. because it is meant to happen, isn't it? he has hurt too many, stained his hands with blood as they bathed in sanguine in uncontrollable massacre.

the punishment must be coming-- is what he thinks, day by day, year by year, yet it never comes. but it must be, it must be, because xiao does not know what to do with mercy, and he does not know if he is worthy of living such a tranquil life. it makes him feel guilty, makes him feel ungrateful, because he loves you so, loves spending these moments with you, but carrying the weight of the world has taken its toll on him and he does not know anything else but that.

you wake to a silence, your slumber disrupted by a nothingness except for a weary heaviness. you blink, take in the darkness, listen carefully, but there is nothing there. you close your eyes, hear a subtle shift from the warm body beside you, hold your breath, listen, listen : and you hear it.

"love?"

he does not answer immediately, wipes the tears and gathers composure before he answers you with a hum of acknowledgement. you sit up, concern plastered all over your features as your hands cup his face tenderly, feel the tears that trail down his face reach your fingers. seldom is it that you see him break, his facade always so carefully crafted and held together.

you do not speak, hope your presence can be more than enough in this moment of vulnerability. the clock ticks, the minutes pass, and the tears dry. you have spoken of this before -- this peace that neither of you can quite accept, the lack of fighting and struggle in these golden days. it dwells, visits him far too often, and he cannot escape it.

"xiao," your fingers trail down his cheek, leave a quiet strength in their wake, "you can be happy."

he trembles beneath your touch, finds haven in your arms, buries his face in the crook of your neck. how the tears still fall, their warmth felt upon your skin.

"it's alright, xiao." you hold him close, know that his grief is yours as well. "you have always deserved to be happy, whether in this life or another."

so you'll hold him until he falls asleep, hope that he will one day, eventually learn that this is the ending he has always meant to have.

quote cr : ↬ scaramouche : jennifer salaiz ↬ alhaitham : catherynne m. valente ↬ xiao : anaïs nin

[baeddelicto]

Tbh the cis womans addition to the "fckn trans women" zine post epitomizes this incredibly dichotomous way that ppl view tgrls' sexuality and thusly tgrls as a whole. We only get to exist for symbolic function within everyone elses sexual paradigms including when it comes to ppl actual fuckn us. Sacrifical lamb, evil totem to be destroyed, fertility goddess, temple prostitute, lust demon, We are not ppl. So yes "my entire understanding of my sexuality is tied to this zine" comes as no surprise from a cis woman.

[hxlcycnx]

closed starter || mira and robb

she didn’t have any second thoughts when she entered the apartment. the bland decor and the too-organized interior screamed everything robb. which was precisely why she was here. he didn’t know when he would get home, for all she knew he could be hours. she decided to get comfy.

she explored for a bit. moved a few decorations just slightly out of place, tilted a few picture frames, got cozy on his bed to watch tv, before finally decided to steal a book from his bookshelf. and that’s how he found her. sitting on his couch, reading his books, in nothing but one of his oh-so-neatly-pressed button down shirts that was getting wrinklier by the second.

“you have horrible taste in literature.” she greeted as he walked through the door, not bothering to look up from the book. “like really, who reads this stuff for fun? you could have at least shelved a few good fantasy books for me to find.”

@allthatglxtters

[shadowx16]

The Hollow: Bad Ice Cream AU

They are here, they are ice creams! Oh no! THEY’VE BEEN ICECREAMIFIED!!!!! Dx

This was really fun to make since I had the idea for a while now since mid June, I hope you like them too as much as I do :3

Fun Facts:

Adam, Kai, Reeve, Vanessa and skeet were different flavors before I decided to change them to be color coded (somewhat color coded)

Adam was originally chocolate ice cream

Kai was originally vanilla ice cream

Reeve was going to be dark chocolate ice cream (yes, it’s a real flavor, I wonder what it tastes like :|c)

Skeet was gonna be mint chocolate chip but I decided sorbet ice cream fits him well

And Vanessa was the original strawberry ice cream before I gave that role to Kai

The reason why I switched Kai to be strawberry ice cream was thanks to this image:

After that I figured strawberry fit him best cause he would probably eat strawberry ice cream when he gets the chance to buy some

Kai has strawberry seeds as freckles in his face and shoulders (because I like the headcanon that Kai has freckles)

His hair is made of strawberry syrup with the black dots being seeds, like that one strawberry syrup that is pretty transparent that looks very pretty when you put it on ice cream

Adam also has the seeds treatment, just with chocolate chips :v

they are on his hair and shoulders just like Kai’s strawberry seeds, except there are less of them

The hollow logo in adam’s chest is made of chocolate syrup (it was too iconic to remove)

Mira’s hair was going to be blue like her body but it wouldn’t be that noticeable so I made it pink, bubblegum ice cream is usually depicted with blue and pink colors so that’s where I got it from :>

Mira is taller than Kai by one or two inches, because Mira being slightly taller than Kai is funny to me xd

Kai is the smallest out of everyone (lmao he short XD)

The reason why I switched skeet to be sorbet ice cream was because I headcanon he would rather eat sorbet ice cream than regular ice cream

he thinks sorbet ice cream is underrated

sorbet ice cream can be any flavor and this skeet would be passion fruit flavored, his hair is also made of sorbet and is mango flavored

Skeet is the tallest out of everyone (he a tall boi)

Reeve was gonna be dark chocolate flavored but then I changed my mind cause his locs wouldn’t be as noticeable (trust me, I tried)

Reeve’s hair is made out of bacon, the bacon is fried (might as well put a fried egg on top of his head)

He was also gonna have little bacon pieces on his shoulders like Kai and Adam but I thought of that after I finished coloring him (I’ll probably add those later if I draw them again)

I headcanon reeve would be disgusted at the idea of bacon ice cream, but at the same time would be like “but what if it taste good tho? >:/c”

bacon ice cream is a real ice cream flavor, I’m not joking you can search it up

Adam, Kai, and Reeve have orange lips, while skeet, mira, and vanessa have pink lips

Vanessa’s hair and eyebrows are made of licorice

I know her hair doesn’t look like licorice but I got lazy so I’ll give it more detail if I draw her again my apolocheese

If you were to eat any part of their bodies they would simply regenerate to their original state

The vanilla and chocolate ice creams are Tyler and Iris

Nisha doesn’t get to be an ice cream flavor cause 1. There are only 8 ice cream flavors, and 2. I don’t like her that much xd

maybe I will turn her into an ice cream one day, we’ll see how nice I am :V

Sorry for writing a bible verse for you to read I got a little too silly :3c ok I’ll get out of your hair now byeeeeee

[natsukosmxsez]

“Miraa. Mira, Mira, Miraa-”

The girl today chose to just bother the psychiatrist. No apparent reason, matter of fact nothing important, she was Just bored today and decided to make the other's Life a living hell for 24 hours. She poked the other's shoulder with a finger, softly enough to not make a den of course.

“Miraaaa.”

“ you have some explaining to do, why are you bugging me so much today? “ {Mira looked at the other.} “ do you need to talk, do you want tea or something? Or are you just in a mood..? “ {Mira observed the other, trying to figure out what was going on, why it was going on and other things like that.}

@qof-diamonds

[miradelletarot]

Universe: hey, Mira...Whatcha doin over there? Me: Oh, I'm actually having a great day! I woke up feeling good, work wasn't full of drama, I get a holiday tomorrow - Universe: Oh?? Really? That's, uhm...hm. Idk, maybe if we could just - Me: - Universe, DON'T... Universe: No no, I think if we could perhaps throw in some - Me: UNIVERSE........ Universe: Yeah, ya know, I'm just gonna give you some depression, ok? You've have this millions of times, it's not that bad right?

Me:

[camyfilms]

LOST 2006-2007

We’ve done our best to live on this island. Some of us have come to accept we may never leave it. Not all of us have survived since the crash. But there is new life, too, and with it, there is hope. We are alive. Please don’t give up on us.