#its been in works for 2 days

[zorkaya-moved]

character centric drabble : kaveh, the architect. // @avaere

I am coming through autumn, Coming to you along dark sleepers. Every step is a road into the fire, a road to the fire - It is necessary for me to tell you that there is so little time And that I love you.

A maiden born from winter, you’ve gone through snowy plains and icy terrains to shape yourself into the sharpest blade and sturdiest shield. You’ve forgotten life of joy and living, you’ve long forgotten the very reason why humans live the way they do: because they live, because they look forward, not because they survive and have a sight on world-changing changes. No, they live and you must, too. 

It is why the presence of the architect from Sumeru shatters your shields you’ve built around yourself as the world never protected you. But he never does it with any violence, no, he smiles and ice shatters before him like it held on the last threads of its existence. He smiles and the Sun starts to shine on those icy sculptures representing your dreams that you froze inside yourself as you cannot allow yourself to long for the normalcy, you’ve never expected anyone to touch the thorns and still be comfortable with cold touches. 

Oh, but he’ll bleed for others and you know he’ll bleed for you, too. 

He’ll bleed to warm your icy visage, to give color to those cheeks and ease your burden of solitude, because his heart is one of Sun and light. Stars shine in his eyes and his smile makes life dance in the humid forests of Sumeru. No Archon can best him in beauty, in kindness, in what he makes you feel. If an Archon has followers who worship them, you’d be his tamed beast and his worshiper because you know that any word of his will be your undoing because that warm touch has a grasp on your heart, your soul, your life. But you cannot give him anything aside yourself, but will it be enough for everything he gives you? 

He asks for no riches, no gold and no silver, no scrolls filled with names and their secrets. Instead, he reaches for your hand and dances with you when stars shine above and the music fills the air. His face that lights up makes your heart skip a beat and suddenly the abyssal whispers become quieter, the beast in your purrs and you feel yourself soften, warmth blossoming in your chest like the first bloom of Snezhnaya.

It’s warm, you’re walking on the road of fire and feel the icy self of yours melt beneath such striking fire. But just like he’ll bleed to warm your moonlit visage, you’ll melt to ease his self-sacrificing flame of kindness beneath the sunlight. You will not die, you’ll always tell him you’ll be back to him no matter what because if you disappear… Who will remind him to care for himself, to be selfish and to be greedy? Who will be there to hold him close and spoil him in love, so genuine and so true that poems would be written about the two of you? You’ll never allow yourself to harm him, to allow any harm to come to him as you are in love with him, desperately and obsessively in love with him.

Time ticks behind you when you two laugh and smile, the knowledge of the doom causes you to slow down your steps when you talk and when he looks at you? Asks you what is wrong? You want to tell him, but there is a chain around your neck that’s been strangling you since you were a child. You are a beast, a monster, an apathetic being. You are the beauty that kills and lures, but you know you’ll never let a hair on the architect’s head to be harmed, to be touched, to be claimed by anyone but you. So you steel yourself, remembering his promise of protection. 

But can he protect you? Can you let him protect you? 

—If not him, then who? 

How dare you speak of love when you know that it must be mutual, it must be mutual in protection and communication. Your parents were your guiding light in love, they’ve spoken and they’ve talked. They’ve accepted and they’ve moved on. 

But will he be the same? 

His gaze tells you yes, your cynicism tells you no. 

But you decide to believe him, you believe him and you take his hand as he leads you towards the road of sunlight and greenery. His hand is warm, you feel the temptation of falling apart. Right here in the middle of a garden of life where no ice will survive, no winter will come, and no place for her truly exists. Not in this land of goodness and blessings, but by his side? You know he’ll make a home in the middle of this garden just for you to know you can return. To him, to your little home, to an impossible dream made possible with three words and a bright smile. 

So when he tilts his head in curiosity when you stop, holding his hand in yours, you tell him with a trembling voice: 

“I love you.” 

You feel how this road of fire melts your guard up, the road towards him and his love will be paved in sun and light, but you’ll go through it because you want to be with him, to love him, to betray your own ideals and your own cynical frigidness. Selfishly, you hold his hand and you find yourself scared. As if the confession of love you’ve always done feels raw and it tears apart at your throat, you know the beast inside of you claws at your existence, crying: see me, accept me, embrace me, don’t look away and let my winter finally bear its first and last bloom before time runs out. 

“I love you.” 

You repeat, your voice trembles and you feel yourself shattering. In this garden full of life and on this road into the fire, you know your time is running out. The time to confess, to explain, to stop hiding, to finally let his words sink so deeply within you that if he pushes you away, you’ll never see color in this unfair world. But you trust him, you trust in your mutual love, and you reach out to him like you never reached out to anyone else. 

—Let me learn how to learn on you, rely on you, and let you protect me. It’ll take me long, forgive me.

You press your lips together, suddenly feeling how your eyes are filling up with tears. In the golden shine of the Sun he looks divine and you cannot let this shine to be harmed by secrets, by half-truths and by masks. 

You don’t have time to spare to delay, you’ll lose the chance if you do not say it now. Confess your sins to the Dendro Archon not because you feel bad for them but because it means a future with him. Betray your ideals and your ambition from childhood to embrace what you heart longs for, always did and always will. 

Years upon years of distance and lament, the solitude and soft hopes that someone will reach out. You’ve become strong to protect your family but did you ever let anyone protect you? Allow anyone to protect you? Your tears tell another tale, they are crystal clear despite the blood you’ve spilled mercilessly for the sake of your own goals, but when he cups your face, worried and concerned, you want to weep and you want to cry like a little girl from your childhood who cried for someone to save her, protect her, keep her, hold her, tell her it’ll be alright. 

“I love you, Kaveh.” 

You sob into his chest as his arms hold your trembling and vulnerable form. In the middle of a sunny road paved with greenery and flowers where you’ve never belonged. You belong to roads of ice, forged through blood and steel and survivors’ screams but for now, by his side, you want to belong to these sunny plains and flowers, in the warmth of your beloved. 

So you let him hold you, protect you, ask what’s wrong.

And you cry, because you’ve never cried like this. You’ve never let your tears be truly seen by anyone, but you are tired and you were envious of those who could do it. And right now? On this road into the fire, you’ll melt in the embrace of fire because you finally have a place to belong to (a person to love you) in a place where winter was never welcome. 

“Please,” you sob out again, clinging to him, desperate for him to stay. “Don’t let go. Don’t let this be a dream.”

Protect me, please, let me be weak before you. 

“Don’t disappear.”

Like mom and dad did. 

“Let me stay by your side.”

Even when the sun exposes my blood soaked hands.

You don't have much time left until your plans may ruin it all, if you do not confess your sins. So bask in his love before it's too late and the serpent dreaming of your demise will remains deep within the hidden laboratory where death (you) claimed countless lives in the name of human ambition.

[puppyeared]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[heartorbit]

i want to know everything that makes you happy! 💫🪐🎇

[lemongogo]

[moomoorare]

Autumn Gem inspired by my Scales of Fate AU and based on Alfons Mucha's Autumn painting. This will be the first of four art pieces, hopefully coming soon.

In the meantime you can find my SOFAU ao3 fics here, and Alfons Mucha's The Seasons Paintings wiki page here 🍇🧡 leave your thoughts in the reblogs if u want, have a nice day, it's Autumn!!! 🍁🌼💜

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[bidaryl]

you're from america? place called the commonwealth, right? i found your tape recorder. how did you come to be in france? a bunch of bad decisions.

THE WALKING DEAD: DARYL DIXON —1.01; L'âme Perdue

[jadeluz-official]

I know a lot of theories around BJ2 have revolved around dreams, but I want to throw out my own theory: 

Doctor Glickman is the real antagonist of BJ2. 

In the beginning we see Lydia take pills. Those are benzodiazepines but they're more commonly known as benzos. They are depressants that produce feelings of sedation and hypnosis. These medications are tightly regulated and can only be prescribed by a doctor. They have dangerous effects when misused such as amnesia, irritability, and vivid or disturbing dreams:

<Note: In real life, only a psychiatrist can prescribe those medications. Benzodiazepines is a schedule IV drug of the Controlled Substances Act. However, since no psychiatrist was mentioned - I am presuming the film intends it to be Glickman who prescribed these pills. >

The dosage on this substance is kept to an absolute minimum for its adverse effects. We see Lydia cool down after digesting the substance until Rory tosses them in the waste bin. However, we see Lydia take 2 during the bathroom scene when her bottle is labeled "Take 1 tablet per day." She's reliant on the sedative properties and we can't trust from there if what we're seeing is reality or not. Rory as well, who takes the pills with her despite not needing it.

Further along the story, there's three lines related to Glickman and how he behaved as Lydia's therapist. We know Astrid encountered Glickman at least once and wasn't fond of him. Not once do we see Rory mention any reflective homework like Glickman assigned to Lydia, but we see Rory constantly lying and refusing to acknowledge Lydia's concerns and desires (such as a small wedding, warning about Beetlejuice, you get the idea.)

At least... not until Beetlejuice shows up. He's mocking Doctor Glickman during his therapy scene, but this time he directly attacks Rory. He takes his time to torture Rory in this scene to the point of Rory passing out. Since Beetlejuice doesn't need to be on screen to be aware of the events of the film, he was watching it all, Rory's manipulation, the therapist directly telling Lydia she needed to better herself, Lydia slowly driving herself to madness with her pills and so forth. And in this scene Beetlejuice mentions he was willing to do work and better himself for Lydia, which is something Rory has never done:

Lydia's response to this:

Well then, where am I going with this?

Lydia starts to realize the effects of her medication are causing "hallucinations" of Beetlejuice. Unaware of everything around her plausibly being her imagination or dream, and the film gets more psychoactive as it progresses, it's not until Lydia wakes up at the end with Beetlejuice until the effects of these pills wear off.

After being injected with the truth serum, Rory admits he was only in it for the money. Therapy and certain medications have been known to be incredibly expensive in the United States. As long as Lydia was sedated and her hallucinations allieviated, Rory took advantage of how vulnerable Lydia was on the medication, even if it foiled episodes of Ghost House at times.

And to give him a taste of his own medicine, Beetlejuice injects Rory with the truth serum knowing Lydia was being taken advantage of when she consumed her pills. It's his idea of sweet revenge. Also mentioning how Rory still refuses to work on himself, unlike how Glickman did: 

If Rory had successfully gotten away with their marriage, he could have more access to benzodiazepines and other prescription drugs from Doctor Glickman to keep Lydia under surveillance and exploit her for money. He admitted exploiting weak and vulnerable women, and Lydia being a depressed and anxiety-ridden mess meant she was the jackpot for Rory. And one could presume, Glickman would get a nice paycheck each time he provided those drugs to Rory.

So yeah, Rory was poisoning Lydia slowly. Glickman was providing her these drugs with intensive sedative and delirium effects. No wonder why BJ intervened. He stopped Lydia from making his same mistake.

Say what you want about Beetlebabes, but all I can say after watching this movie 5 times already is that Beetlejuice really does love Lydia. Every single time I rewatch it, I find more reasons about how he loves her so much:

[geosaurus]

Cover me, Bikini Boy

[buwheal]

Hello, Spamton!

How's life? Also, do you have any opinions on the Addisons? (Pink, blue, orange, and yellow)

If so, what do you think of them?

[miguel-owhora]

Arthur Morgan probably smells and tries to shoo you off him whenever you get a craving for him, arguing that he smells bad and hasn't bathed yet. But you're 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and just ignore him, pinning him against any nearby surface before pulling his pants down and just stuffing your face into his ass.

His musk is soo strong and it makes your mouth water. We all know he's hairy, and this includes his ass. It's covered in a thin layer of coarse blonde hair that gets darker and thicker as it slips inside his ass; curly and inviting you to get a taste when you spread him open.

I don't think Arthur's that audible; he probably just groans and gasps, but resorts to trying to muffle himself so the others don't hear. He gets red in the face and becomes overwhelmingly warm, sweating and panting as you eat him out like a starving man. He probably locks a leg around your head to keep you in place, reaching down to jerk himself off until he's coming all over his hand. Only then will he let you go, and you'll pull away with a chin dripping with your spit, your tastebuds heavy with the taste of Arthur.

[sunlit-mess]

IM FREE AFGHSDUGSFDK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[randomminty]

Have you drawn anyone from pokemon conquest before? I was just thinking that Oichi would look super cute in your style 👉👈

I LOVE CONQUEST I LOVE OICHI

[wreckitremy]

So this year i started out in 3 book clubs.

I have dropped out of 2 book clubs since then.

I am now somehow in 4 book clubs.

[taxed-up-trotter]

tried learning blender, i think it turned out ok

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!