#crazy isn't it

[shallyne]

My very first post on here was about missing Feysand and that feeling accompanied me through my whole blog journey until this very day

[poisonedfate]

Hello

And The Rot Settled

<3

For the fic title ask game

hi! sorry this took even longer than i said it would, i was exhausted yesterday, but! i'm here now!

i had a bit off a difficult time with this, unsure what way i want to go, but my first thought was a post-finale fic. not quite an angsty one (well, not really), but one that addresses a good chunk of what was never said and all that came after 5.13. it would either be focused on merlin and gwen - growing closer again, learning more about each other than ever before, relying on each other, the intricacies of their new relationship with all the information they now have, the good and the bad times (gwen and her role as queen, merlin and all his secrets, as well as merlin's lost role as the protector of arthur growing into something else) - and arthur would eventually (perhaps) return OR it would be a fic where arthur either survives or comes back quite early on, which then the fic would involve multiple different relationships and how to navigate them. all in all, i think i'd want to explore how certain events, finding out about them, would impact different characters and how the changes of morgana dying, Arthur dying/coming back could be addressed. especially, for example, giving merlin the time to settle and recognise all he's been through, all he's done and how he's changed. the fic could even be focused solely on him, a story of finally looking in the mirror and no longer chasing ticking clocks. i'd write about growing pains that come too late, ones that should've been there (and sometimes were) coming back tenfold and how everyone around him would be swept along on that journey too - rage, betrayal, sadness, understanding and kindness all included.

give me a self-made fic title and i'll tell you what i'd write about

[vonlipvig]

the severed pregnant lady side plot in severance is so crazy like. if i think about it for a second my brain explodes.

[managone16]

Marlene: So, Baby Black, how's life? Regulus: why are you here and talking to me?? Marlene: awe, c'mon can't I have a conversation with Sirius's baby brother if I want to? Regulus: Regulus: Dorcas likes Acid pops and red carnations. Marlene: Alright thanks bye.

[spidey-bie]

i might be projecting /hj

Yeah I had to stop myself from projecting when answering your ask. Like imagine people bullying you because you don't act the same as others of your assigned gender at birth? Hahaha 🥲

[lemonadeslice]

🦋 every single choice will affect your fate, and the fate of those around you 🦋

(redraw of these)

[echosblanketfort]

"during the pandemic" is now btw

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[lilybug-02]

oh no.

Bug Fact: American Sign Language for "bug/insect" is made by signing the number "3" , placing your thumb to your nose, and bending your index and middle fingers twice. Pictured Below!

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[lazylittledragon]

taking all my american followers by the shoulders. listen to me. just because you have a more promising candidate now doesn't mean you just assume it's going to be fine and don't bother voting. assuming trump wasn't going to win is how you got here in the first place so you go out and fucking vote for harris and give everyone a fighting chance.

also if you're still in the 'they're both as bad as eachother' delirium, please take your head out from between your cheeks and consider that your options are an imperfect president and the literal worst person alive who is going to get masses of people killed. i've said it like this before, but it's like deciding between maybe getting food poisoning or definitely having a brain aneurysm. take your pick i guess but don't be surprised when you drop dead.

[d-does-art]

POV: your brother comes back from the dead as a ten-year-old. Wdyd?

Part one

[hualianschild]

[skyrigel]

Can't stop thinking about possessive! Sevika

She came everyday into the brothel and needed only you. The pretty little thing with eyes so soft and mouth so sweet, she fucked you like a piston. Her hands bruising into your skin despite the policy of no marks and mouth splattering filth into your ears, hot breath lingering down your flushed neck.

“Say it to me,” Sevika would pull you back to her chest, “Who do you belong to ?”

“you, always you.”

And not once have you lied. Sevika left you so soring and gaping for anyone else to take, her grunts so itched into your skin that you knew nothing more other than how to be someone who she was pleased by.

But it was your job, and Sevika wasn't back to you on time.

Madam babette brisked you off to cater other customer. Poorly pouting with no excuse left, the one of being sick was used up when Sevika wanted you in the last drop after a rough night. Ofcourse she'd pay and she must've too, but you didn't want that one to be a trade, whatsoever.

You looked up where the curtains were drawn, and the lousy customer whom you'd not even to bothered to remember the name of, removed their clothes.

“Get on your back,” Came the boring voice with enthusiasm that of a ferret. Ugh, not face to face atleast.

“Yes—” You were about to pull your hopeful dreamy gaze away from the curtain if it wasn't ripped apart in one swift motion.

Sevika stood there, heaving chest, discarded hair. Her casino arm a dribbling mess.

She looked ethereal. You swallowed.

“Get the fuck out,” She casted one glare at the whimpering customer who'd cowered behind the couch.

“And you,” You could've bet her eyes softened at your sight, “Come with me.”

Little did you know it was your last day in the brothel. Goodbye Madame Babette.

[izzyviol3t]

Am I the only one...

...that thinks they're gonna get closer...

... in each flower related picture?

(Or am I just looking too much into it?)

[ratthumbsup]

[priceofreedom]

Cloud Strife