#do i like it?

[breezysuffers]

yayyyy.

[rising-anew]

??? Caramel/Flaxen/Robin?

[sinniemonroll]

Pov me reading Haunting Adeline

[cherryxsang]

💚✨

[edenfelled]

‘ and then my soul saw you and kind of went , ‘ oh , there you are . i’ve been looking for you . ’ ’ ( @ nyx from sovn

𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, kaleidoscopic colour over still-clear water ( ❛memories are what we make of them,❜ her psychiatrist claimed, pressing penitosine and doctaxime into her palm—anything to get her to sleep. ❛Some claim they're when our souls sing; one-step closer to an act of god.❜ ). It was the reflection of a hundred-thousand recollections compiled, contextualized and coded, all the way down to every single piece of grass, systemically injected into the brain.

A marvel. A mausoleum.

Heterochromatic hues cast heavenward to a sky bereft of glass, were the air was less caustic and the sun could still break between cloud of water rather than acrid smog. She did not know this world of blue and green beyond holograms, poorly mimicked in the agridomes, and she dared not admit to the way she awed at every squawk and rustle of the trees—nor how she jumped clean out of her skin when a bird swooped down to drink by the river's edge.

❝That's a jay,❞ the voice echoed from behind her, scaring the woman anew.

A yelp, a whip of her head, platinum blonde splaying across her mouth that she blew irately away. They chuckled despite her.

❝I know what a bird is, @goetiya,❞ she answered, knowing full well the deeper categorisation—electing impudence for them to see how they had annoyed her. Still, for all their divine whims, the god not give enough pause to try and correct her thus; to give credence to her belief that they were of a by-gone era or the product of an addled mind. They crest the edge of the water a few inches from where she sat and lowered themselves to the ground.

❝I used to always find you in places like this.❞ You. Nyx felt her jaw tighten. She did not know this you that lived and breathed by shaded ponds, and wanted very little to do with the thoughts of you that came from reincarnation, soul-spun trauma and dead deities. They seemed to realise this for how their voice softened, speaking more to the picturesque trees entombed in computer programs. ❝My soul saw you and kind of went: oh, there you are. I've been looking for you.❞

❝I'm sure I frolicked,❞ Nyx said, finding it hard not to roll her eyes. ❝I had probably just milked a cow, or came back from church, or defied my father's demands for me to marry a lord; whatever the fuck happens in the middle ages—❞

She heard them snort and turned to glare. Søvn's lips were pulled into a thin line, eyes creased with a ill-hidden mirth. They were snickering; why the fuck were they snickering? She glowered at them harder, wanted them to really appreciate how little she thought of the whole thing...

And then they sought to finally correct her.

❝...Not in 2002. You drove a shitty hatchback and played ❛the devil's❜ music.❞

Her face turned deadpan and they laughed all the harder. It wasn't too dissimilar to how she acted now, minus the hatchback ( though most of her transportation was shitty, on reflection ) and she felt her stomach knot at the sound of their joy. It made them human. Made them real. But if that were the case, then they would really want her.

She felt colour rise to her face and looked away, pulling her hands up over her hair.

❝Shut up, that was like three millenniums ago.❞ Give or take, but she couldn't even say she was in the right thousands.

The jay lifted its head and took flight, passing through the trees and fast into the daylight. Søvn followed the line but she did not. Their laugher receded.

Somewhere not too far from here the bird would build its nest overlooking a nondescript store. As rudimentary computers were towed in and out it would lace its home with shreds of cardboard and flimsy plastic, feeding its young on rubber fibre. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. But here, in this place, they were compiled, contextualized and coded. An act of god.

A marvel... or a a mausoleum. A sacrifice to the machine.

[virulent-scum]

Breaking news: a sad woman with a hole in her chest.

[chateaunoirsims]

I R I S’ S Tattoos update

Not sure I even wanted her to have tattoos but I made one ..saw how it looked and just kept—going.

I think it looks NOICE 👍🏾

[ofmythsandmists]

So I’ve  recently been obsessed with amc!Armand wearing Antonio Banderas’ movie kinda outfit  👉🏻 👈🏻 

[the-blue-jade]

The last time I wrote a post on this hell site was years ago.. back before the tumblr purge

And here I am writing a new post..

All because ao3 is down

[the-electric-manectric]

hi ive been gone for a hot minute whats with the twitterification of tumblr

[thegreateggbandit]

Guess who finally got a bigger sketchbook!!!

I figured the perfect drawing to start with would be one of Bibble 💙💜👑

[tinyevelyn]

have been busy the past few days and will be for the next few weeks due to end of year exams. ill try to post a few doodles every once in a while so yep anyways

human emiko? human emiko.

[ryanfem23]

Love confusing my friends and boys

[wrencatte]

hmmmm that back and forth between Tim and Jason did not go as planned.....hmmmmm

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^