#four of the court

[raidhosketchonhematite]

Eternal Passage, heh. "And on and on and on, unending, out to the furthest edge of time:" "a sundering, bone-shaking beat. I am the moment upon which everything is changed."

[raidho-sketch-on-hematite]

Helpful guide on what we like and dislike, Or “the four voices of Sylv": Seele loves complex patterns (and being them), likes to cultivate sanity, doesn't like too much intimacy, and hates actively mentally diminishing things (like, say, gaslighting, alcohol, lust, and cold). Nyarla loves exceptional things and beings, likes to be useful, doesn't like messy, disjointed stuff, and hates to be without a focus (an active goal to drown oneself in). Sirin loves hope and novelty and reconstruction made, likes to be free, doesn't like to be touched, and hates to be chained against her will (including obligations, relationships, and oaths). And Iolithae loves sacrifice, likes to create, doesn't like unfair/injust stuff, and hates for someone to be above consequences of their actions (after all, you cannot sit on two chairs).

[doesephs]

pov neil josten domesticating his way through period cramps

[raidhosketchonhematite]

Hmm. If we were to put a face to the four-colored void in a cloak that is ourselves, it would go like this:

Fox ears, tails, and claws; white hair and a small body almost entirely swallowed by an ashen cloak; crimson bandages on the uncovered parts; purple blindfold; and a golden, fiery halo made of countless eyes, sketched on the glass shards stained black.

Question for schizoids

You see other pds sometimes describe their true selves as a small child, sometimes visibly abused in some way, and the facade/mechanisms they build up serves the purpose of protecting the child from harm.

How do you envision your "true self"? What does it look like? Is it even there at all?

For me, it's not humanoid at all, it's this kind of shapeless, faint mist that just exists in the void of my headspace. The body is a seperate entity obviously. Sometimes I feel like the mist-self trapped behind a wall or barrier that can't be breached. Intrusion feels like somebody reaching into the mist and trying to manipulate it, or forcing it to conform to a certain shape. I lose my sense of self altogether at certain forms of intrusion, or when I'm really stressed in general

[calware]

based on:

[vartoids]

sketches based on “the sun still rises” by @mordax101 on ao3, where mary has another kid while on the run and neil takes care of his little brother alex while staying at palmetto

GOD i loved this fic i don’t think i’ve ever finished one so quickly

[that-vampire-loser]

Andrew minyards closet is FULL. he’s the complete opposite of Neil, loves shopping, loves buying clothes (and buying neil clothes).

And what does neil do? Instead of wearing the clothes Andrew buys him, he just wears Andrew’s clothes

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[lorehappy83]

[ THE EVILLIOUS TAROT PROJECT ]

20. Judgement

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[jestroer]

Cubfan looooooves being possessed, it's like enrichment to him! Ren tho, well, um.....

[bisexualdisasterjeanmoreau]

Jeremy leaving neon post it notes with cheesy affirmations and drawings scribbled on them around his and Jean’s room. Jean rolling his eyes as he takes them off the wall, only to tuck them away in one of his drawers for safekeeping. 

[raidhosketchonhematite]

Our pretty massive worldbuilding project

https://ln5.sync.com/dl/ab8bb21c0/ufkrfvre-pqdrfwqd-e6c72jsv-2yhxffxf

Whoever stumbles here, check it out, would you? If you must hear the elevator pitch, it’s a story about a non-infinite multiverse (with nearly nine trillion sub-multiverses in it), a setting unifier plopped right in the middle, the divine urge to become everything, quite a few interpretations of “color magic”, and oh, some secrets written in Russian. Also includes like five fully-fleshed settings already, with at least two more still on their way. Hope you get inspired from it! NOTE: It’s still being written, but nearing its intermediate completion. Some files would be fused later, and a few are not yet posted still.

[dramaticallycryingblood]

My friend: *infodumping about All For The Game, talking about these insane plots and trauma to convince me to read it*

Me, for some reason: I need to read this

…

and now I’m obsessed.

In my defence, she sent me this

She should be on their payroll for marketing fr

[somnas-writes]

Azriel and Eris cannot communicate express emotions for the life of them, but they do try very hard.

Eris communicates mostly through flirting, honeyed quips that would turn the average fae to putty— but azriel, spymaster who is trained to be stone cold, is absolutely unaffected. It’s that Pokémon meme; Eris uses flirt, It was Uneffective!

Azriel communicates through body language, he has six limbs after all so it’s easier. Flared wings that would signal to any Illyrian that he is excited, but Eris, a high fae who knows nothing about how illyrians use their wings, cannot understand it.

They have to meet in the uncomfortable middle ground of actually saying what they mean.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 50

 Dan, after his parole of sorts, gets a second chance via reincarnation, along with his (ugh) siblings to keep an eye on him. Now he was actually excited about this, if only because a brand new world meant no reminders of his past or traumas. Someone up above in charge must be laughing though, because he wakes up in some sort of box-thing, with golden eyes, and distinctly undead. Oh, and apparently this world is also full of heroes and villains along with both Danny and Ellie being well, tiny. And they’re apparently in some sort of cult or something. As undead assassins. He has never been more tempted to let go of his no-killing rule, because he is getting them out of this place.

[jeanmoreaue]

honestly so emotional at Jean patching up his little sister’s dress so that she can play outside. and I guarantee nobody taught Jean how to sew so it was probably him poking himself