#hope you are all doing well!

[serenescribe]

“You’re absolutely incredible, Father,” Silver tells him, a reverence underlying every uttered word. He gazes at him with such awestruck eyes — even now, seventeen years later, long after Lilia had found him tucked away in a cradle, a baby abandoned in the woods, Silver still looks at him as though he hung the stars.

And although Lilia laughs — good-natured and humorous, as is expected of him after all — inwardly, his heart twists itself into knots. A piercing pain stabs through his chest as though an invisible enemy has driven the sharp end of their blade through his back. Bile lingers at the back of his mouth; Lilia does not dare reveal his dissipating magic, for how would Silver react to it? The fact that Lilia had taken from his meagre magic reserves to conjure up a spell with the intentions of helping him out?

Lilia cannot show weakness in the face of his son. He cannot. Silver holds him in such high regards, far, far higher than Lilia believes he deserves; he knows he is the centre of Silver’s world, the core of everything he holds dear, because how could he not be? At the end of the day, despite his encouraging Silver to spread his wings here at Night Raven College, it is always Lilia he comes to for everything and anything — for his advice, as though Lilia were dolling out the words of a wizened sage; to spend time with him, rather than go do something with his newfound friends.

What would Silver say, if Lilia were to reveal his weakening magic?

He cannot bear the thought of the watery pity in those familiar auroral eyes, the wretched pain that shall certainly rupture his features. Lilia cannot bear the thought of stripping Silver of his future by warning him ahead of time that he may have magic no longer — for what if Silver chooses to take care of him, to assist him, so wholly devoted to him?

And this is precisely why he has to leave — the sooner the better. Lilia cannot bear the thought of Silver — and by extension, Malleus and Sebek as well, the two of them also looking up to him for reasons Lilia feels he does not deserve. To have them watch as he grows weaker and weaker, ailing magic failing him for the first time in hundreds of years, his magestone growing dull as no more magic lingers within it…

Within him is a wounded beast, one that shrinks away at the idea of being seen in such a feeble state. To be regarded with such love and compassion, where they will surely do all they can to restore him to a weak mockery of his former glory. But Lilia is old, and even with their help, he is not sure if he will manage to pull through to see Silver grow into such a fine young man, to watch him and Sebek get knighted, to witness Malleus take the throne.

What is the point in delaying the inevitable?

Lilia has to leave. It’s all he can do, to spare them the miserable fate of their own futures decaying, to waste years of their life — Malleus’ and Sebek’s expendable, but Silver’s not — taking care of such a decrepit, dying fae.

It’s a mercy, in the end, one last gift from him to them.

[emily-mooon]

Wish me luck everyone I have a job interview today.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[hinamie]

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[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[min-play]

reached a milestone on the yt

[youre-dreaming-302]

More photos from my digital camera (7.2 megapixels)

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[adaki]

GIRLS NITE OUT >_< ((clockwork could not make it)) (wip)

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[gooptroupe]

happy 16th