#endless dusk

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

Endless Dusk Available Now!!!

My debut novel is available for purchase NOW on Amazon and Barnes and Noble!

Buy it here!!!!

[webonchin]

OoOooooo I've been feeling weird(⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠) (bad kinda way) so excuse me

Dreamling daddies as a treat for myself from my nightmare child au, bunch of doodles I had there lying around about their little (literal) nightmare,they grow so fast *wipes tear away*

[haematoclan]

cant stop thinking about Bug Busters episode and how Raph leapt after Leo without a second thought, without fully awakened powers, without any plan. he just saw his brother in mortal danger and just. jumped after him.

how is it the moment Raph's family is in danger any sense of self-preservation flies out of the window...

and the more i think about this moment the more i get emotional, especially when i think about a very real possibility of Raph's powers not working and both of them ending either dead or heavily injured... or one (probably Raph) alive but second one (probably Leo let's be honest) dead. man. that'd eat Raph alive. especially since he acknowledged Leo was right about Big Mama and then he ignored Leo's request to give Draxum the bugs, failing to listen to his teammate again, and. can you imagine the guilt and self-blame? especially for someone like Raph, who sees himself as protector first and a person second? he's just 15 and learning how to be a good leader.

[windsweptinred]

I realised the other day I'd done an accompanying piece of art for all my fics save Metamorphosis. Ofcourse this immediately needed to be rectified! It's been an absolute joy to return to this AU. I'm going to have to go back and revisit it someday with a sequel or a series of one shots. There's just so much left to play with!

[snackugaki]

... welcome to “snackugaki openly plots murder” weekend

[eggfeather]

storm clouds at dusk

[gougarpaw]

“My kits belong in the mountains, and I think things will be better here now.”

Sharp Hail is a dark gray tom with ice-blue eyes.

Falling Dusk is a dark gray-and-white tom.

Morning Star is a white tom.

Melting Ice is a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat.

Notes:

- Sharp Hail is the spouse of Dewy Leaf

- Kits of Dewy Leaf + Sharp Hail, half-siblings of Crow Muzzle, Dancing Leaf, and Sun Shadow

[yoakenouta]

ONCE YOU'RE STRIPPED CLEAN, WHAT'S AT YOUR CORE?

FRACTURED GLASS. No amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. You’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? You’re a fraud. Your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. Everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. You’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. Your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. I hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

tagged. stole this! >:3 tagging. anyone who wants to do this!

[adventures-on-foster-island]

🔎: last 5 search queries

1. Pokéchew.com

2. Pokémon travel laws in the Endless Mountains

3. Pokémon travel laws in Unova

4. Plane tickets from Hoenn to Unova

5. Distance to Unova from Foster Island

[dimalink]

Winterish state

Winter has its own mood. Such a cold something. Dark intense. Dusk. Stability. Mood to think about. There is not enough of croaking ravens.

Such a white blue shining. All is in darkness. And such a trees so high.

It is for stylization. It is interesting in winter.

[amaranthine-everlasting]

Still stuck on Desire.

Imagine them hanging around the Dusk til Dawn set. Sitting very close to Quentin Tarantino, an elbow resting on the table and chin resting on their hand. A smirk stretching their mouth and their eyes glowing golden, the better to see how Salma Hayek runs alcohol down her leg and puts her foot in Tarantino's mouth, fulfilling Tarantino's desires, and sparking many others' along the way.

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

Btw my husband describes the torture scenes as "disgustingly gratuitous" and "difficult to read" so I think y'all will like them

[webonchin]

I am in a good mood so I went back to some sketches that I had lying around of the little baby nightmare (context from the last part here!)

Some people had said that Corinthian would be a big fan of Dusk and I agree , they should hang around + doodle of eating some pancakes so you can see the chompers

[rothgalleries]

Gray's Beach and Cape Cod Bay Sunset Photography

Gray’s Beach on Cape Cod is a picturesque location that offers a breathtaking view of the Cape Cod Bay at sunset. One of the best ways to capture this stunning moment is through photography, and the wooden boardwalk at Gray’s Beach serves as an excellent vantage point for capturing the sunset’s beauty. The wooden boardwalk at Gray’s Beach is a unique and rustic feature that adds to the area’s…

[mothercain]

The Consequence of Audience

As I went there through the long, long wood, I felt no-thing and I was no-thing and I was at ease. The grey ash trees and their mottled plumage were as one with each other, curving and branching to form a ceiling overhead. There was wide separation between trunks, creating vast corridors stretching off in all directions before me, behind me, all around me. O, what praise I could sing of that never-ending dusk fall I spent between those oaks! None came with me, none came upon me, for I was alone and I was at ease. Yet came the day the trees broke, the corridor ended, and I was thrust upon the rocky expanse that was the Great Dark. There I saw first face and heard footstep, few and far between, but I was no longer alone. It was a shameful deed to carry these two naked hands as they clenched hotly, now in full display for all to see. I had never noticed them in the wood, for I was at ease. Here, the taut skin seemed to stretch and sweat, almost glowing, as if exasperated of their own grip. For as I wandered the Great Dark, there was not but grey, barren rock as far as any eye could see. It did make a passerby out of an observer. I saw them trudge by, fingers dipped into their open mouths desperate for wetness, the lolled tongue. There, in the wood, I was the watcher, but here I am nothing but displacing air. Yet, within the smothering toil of my apathy, I had heard the bell. Murmur of God between their slick, bent fingers ruffled the hair on the back of my neck. My muscles groaned against the weight of the skin around them, aching to be set loose. All at once, I saw, from where I stood, there rose a great dome atop a hill on the horizon before me. Yes, I saw it there with mine own two eyes! The white exterior peered at me with flat orifices obscured through the mist, barely distinguishable from the dark sky behind it, as though all the world beyond the dome was cut from the same slab, only slightly effaced. The convex roof sat atop a disk, held up by great ionic pillars circling the temple. Steps radiated out and down the slope, like ripples in a pond escaping a dropped stone. It was greater than life, greater than the wood, greater than all else which filled this dark, and my gullible delight was that it was all mine. Yes, all mine! One could follow me to it but they could not follow me in. My hands stretched outwards with an audible cracking in the bone as I crept forward there. I could not tell you the rest. I would not even attempt, for it would change no-thing. To know if I did go completely naked into the theater of the divine. If I did need for no-thing, want for no-thing. If I was then full to the brim, cylindrical pull slid through my gaping jaw into my endless throat. If I saw it there, shimmering through the veil like pearlescent oil over crystal water. If it heard me singing with every atom that formed me, through every orifice and wound I had, polytonal in my begging for it to complete me with the fifth. If it looked into me, saw how I needed to know what God knows and to be with him. If it spoke back to me in flat dissonance, “how couldn’t ye?” It would be of no good to speak these things to you. In what way I was still returned to the ground, even if beneath it, intact with my puerile need to repeat my-self and my mistakes. Who would not climb the wall for a peer over the edge? The cautionary tale is the fool’s errand, and I am no fool. I am as my hands are; twisting in on themselves and bursting at the seams. I can-not contain the ache for sensation, just as I could not contain the grief as I fell, nor the agony as I crawled my way back to this rocky countryside, and lo! I am on my way there again now. I am, I am, I am! But I will not tell you the visceral details, as you already know them. You all do.

It’s happening to every-body.

[astralix]

Sailor Virgo's Tags

Answers

〖answers〗♍『endless paperwork』

Chat/Dashboard Commentary

〖chat〗♍『quiet chattering』

Ic replies

〖replies〗♍『trials of the virgo senshi』

Aesthetics

〖aesthetics〗♍『emerald and perilous vistas』

Musings

〖musings〗♍『quiet ponderings』

Quizzes & questionnaires

〖quizzes〗♍『studying the results』

playlist/soundtrack

〖soundtrack〗♍『gentle and familiar melody』

Character tag

〖emiko teien〗♍『virgo rose peridot power make up』

journal/prose/story

〖story〗♍『writ with vines』

Shipping headcanons

〖shipping〗♍『flushed lips』

Nsfw

〖nsfw〗♏ 『in the garden at dusk』

Headcanon

〖headcanon〗♍『crowned princess of anat』

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