#it's fine it'll pass

[vibinsane]

orz i hate when this feeling just- pops out of nowhere. one simple thing and the good vibes drop

[soulmvtes]

i love coming out of an everything shower and smelling of cocoa and hibiscus and using moroccanoil on my hair and putting on a perfume that smells of jasmine and using a rose toner and doing all my silly little skincare before getting into bed to watch a comforting movie :'))

[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[sunnbnn]

Robin :(

I feel a pang of sadness after finishing 2.3's...quests...

Poor Robin. Her brother's gone. She's all alone...while having to put up a smile by herself :( You can see she's always on the verge of crying. I don't feel so good. Gonna go scribble sth to deal with the feels.

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in 3x50

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Before, all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

And every melody is timeless

Life was stringing me along

Then you came and you cut me loose

Was solo, singing on my own

Now I can't find the key without you

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

[lonely-night]

there are things I should talk to a therapist instead I come here everyday and shout into the internet void :)

[thefunniestguy]

the biggest downside of new interests is the urge to cosplay. or buy merch in general. but especially cosplay bc i'm going to 2 cons and have cosplays planned for both of them i DON'T NEED TO DRESS UP AS DENJI.....

[halsinkisser]

tumblr dot com recommending doubles to a non-sharer should be punishable by office fires

[starlightswordfight]

just survived a major headache

it turns out we needed ibuprofen. and also to eat

[aritany]

i'll be a writer, i said. i LIKE getting rejections and writing to deadline and editing three million times while working a regular job and i ENJOY having a body so filled with cortisol i'm basically a bag of acid

[featuresofinterest]

really trying not to form a parasocial relationship with an actor rn but also i realized i AM saving every new photo of him that shows up on my twitter feed

[b-blushes]

there should be an objective way to find out what your body needs when you are feeling so ill. 'my intuition' is NOT cutting it

[deathlonging]

i do feel a little bad abt hating men but then i rmbr some ppl literally feel this way abt women so. its literally fucking fine as long as the introspection lasts

[were--ralph]

idk man i think im just lonely lol

[lamortwrites]

wip whenever

tagged by @chronurgy, thank you!!

tagging @plethomacademia @todderwodders @mightymizora @nullshocked @secondsundering @archduke-enver-gortash and anyone else who would like to join in who hasn't been tagged yet!

I actually just got back from a holiday this evening and didn't really have time to write much while I was away, so here's an earlier section from last week's wip weds!

cw for needles/injections, brief mention of canon typical torture/experimentation

They keep their breathing steady as they watch him prepare. He turns the collar of the burner until the flame darkens to blue, holds the needle steady until it glows. Inhale. Watch as the flame flickers, dances, pales as he starves it of air again. Exhale. He picks up the first vial, holds it in the palm of his hand and loosens the cap with his thumb and index finger, waits until the needle has cooled enough that he can untwist the cap the rest of the way, insert the tip and pull the plunger to draw up Isobel's blood into the syringe.

Inhale.

He moves to stand beside them. Rests one hand on their upper arm and squeezes, steadying, as he positions the tip of the needle at the crook of their elbow. He does not do them the disservice of asking again if they will change their mind.

Exhale. Sharp, heavy, too loud in their own ears as the needle pricks their skin, as foreign blood begins to push its way through their veins, caught up and swept along by the too quick beating of their heart. It burns as it crawls its way up their arm -- but that's not possible, they know it is the same temperature as the cool air in the laboratory, they know that it is colder than their own blood.

Langdon had screamed when they'd given him the first injection. They'd had to clamp a hand down over his mouth, let Enver take over administering the blood to keep him quiet enough to not draw attention to their activities. He had still tried to scream into their hand, had thrashed and pulled against the restraints until the second vial had caused him to convulse and fall still, blood leaking from his eyes and his nose and his mouth and his ears. He had been their third failure, and their worst by far.

It's not painful, exactly, but the feeling of blood that is not their own making its way through their circulatory system is far from comfortable. It doesn't take very long at all for it to reach their heart and spread, suffusing heat all the way through them, just on the edge of too much. Two of Enver's fingers press against the pulse point on their neck and he hums thoughtfully to himself and tilts their head into the pale yellow light of the gas flame on the bench beside them.

"Your heart rate is elevated, but not to a concerning degree," he says as he moves away from them to dispose of the used syringe. "Your pupils are dilated, but your eyes are not bloodshot. How do you feel?"