#late night writing

[bitchcakegreen]

Thank you Nicola Coughlan for that scene. To finally see someone with the same body type as me in a scene of love like that, was moving and important. Bridgerton

[flowersforfrancis]

The sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets. - J.M. Wonderland

[everythingloveandanimated]

Okay I REALLY HATE that I’m thinking about this.

At some point in a future book, Murtagh and Thorn confront the Eldunarí for not intervening more in Murtagh’s life. The two come to the conclusion that Murtagh was written off and abandoned by them and by extension, Thorn was too for hatching for Murtagh. Neither of them are happy about this.

Eragon and Saphira, if feasible Arya and Firnen, are present when this goes down.

Saphira is frustrated because Murtagh played a big part in saving her, Eragon and Arya and went to the Varden even though it was dangerous for him. Arya and Eragon agree that it shows poor thanks for Murtagh’s help.

The Eldunarí defend themselves saying the wanted to see how alike Murtagh would be to Morzan. Murtagh all but demands to know what evidence, in full context of any given situation supports the assumption that he’s like his father.

His treason was forced, he’s shown regret at killing Hrothgar, he spared Eragon and Saphira at great cost to him and Thorn. He’s protected younglings, is willing to forge relationships with souls of other races. He has proven himself to be brave, noble, and a man of his word. He doesn’t delight in cruelty…

Thorn invites them to look into his soul and when they have, Thorn points out that he hatched for Murtagh, and is surprised, though does understand their distrust for Murtagh, that they aren’t willing to trust his judgement on Murtagh’s character through his hatching.

The Eldunarí say they couldn’t be sure. Anything could happen to make Murtagh into the ruthless monster that his father was.

Murtagh shares that he’s only ruthless against opponents who threaten or harm what is precious to him or what he deems as worthy of his protection. He, backed up by Eragon, then accuses them of writing him off and abandoning him to suffer in Galbatorix’s court because of things he didn’t do.

Things get heated and then the bomb is dropped. If Murtagh proved to be a threat the their safety and the future of the dragons and Riders, the Eldunarí would strip Thorn of his name.

Shock echoes around the room before anger explodes. Murtagh is LIVID!!! Thorn recoils in fear before baring his teeth but his bite has fear in it since he knows that act of the dragon’s can’t be undone. Saphira, Eragon and Arya take the Red Pair’s side. Calling the act uncalled for and cruel given what the two of them had been through.

Saphira and Arya scold the Eldunarí saying that their threat spits in the face of the lives that Murtagh has saved, including their own. They add that stripping Thorn of his name would irrevocably turn Murtagh against them. Saphira vows to protect her brethren from their callous cruelty.

Eragon is reeling that the Eldunarí would do something so cruel when the number of dragons and riders is already so small. They watched Murtagh and Thorn suffer, did nothing to save Murtagh from the Twins when they had done so much to aid Eragon. They gave Murtagh and Thorn a compliance test after Galbatorix was defeated. Failed to aid them against Bachel (if there was anything they could do in the first place). Now they threaten to banish the name of dragon who hatched when/because his chosen rider was a captive of their greatest foe?!?! (Beep) that!

Eragon puts his foot down at that.

Murtagh and Thorn, Arya and Saphira and Eragon are still fuming from the encounter. Underneath Murtagh’s rage is a fear that the Eldunarí could make good on their threat. Murtagh doesn’t know where their line is. He won’t attack them until they strike first, and even then he hopes he can overpower them before Thorn’s name is erased.

Eragon, Saphira and Arya are appalled and disappointed (and some level of ashamed and embarrassed?) by the Eldunarí. Arya points out that if Thorn’s name was erased and Murtagh attacked them, it would give them an excuse to eliminate Murtagh so they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. Privately, she questions the history of riders that she’s known her whole life

Eragon is seething that they would dare harm his family member like this… and then it dawns on him. They had to know Galbatorix would want Eragon in his clutches for being a free dragon rider. They had to have known what kind of forces he would send to Carvahall to retrieve him and Saphira. They had to have known… and they did nothing to protect what was precious to Eragon. Not his uncle and childhood home, not the people of Carvahall, not even Murtagh who needed protection far more than Eragon did. A sudden terrible realization hits him… if all of this is true they didn’t care about Roran either! Even worse… did Selena die because the Eldunarí didn’t want to run the risk of her secret being revealed and Eragon being found. Did they turn a blind eye to her when she got sick? Was it punishment for marrying Morzan and giving him a son even though she had ultimately sided with Brom and had borne Eragon?

It is acknowledged that it’s not outside the realm of possibility. This is too far for Eragon. The Eldunarí meddling to save themselves has cost him most of his family, his loved ones, the leaders he respected and has damaged the relationships with the family he still has.

Eragon breaks down and eventually comes to the conclusion that, like Murtagh before him, he can reclaim his life and autonomy.

As punishment, all the Eldunarí on display are placed in the pocket in the wall with the corrupted Eldunarí. Eragon decrees he will not bring them out until their brethren are healed. He changes the magic on the pocket so that the Eldunarí combined can’t escape. He deems it a lesson in caring for others.

That night Murtagh and Thorn flee. Through lingering panic, Murtagh asks Thorn to say his true name, which he does. Murtagh asks him to repeat it several times until Thorn says it like a mantra lulling Murtagh to sleep.

The green and blue pairs find the red pair.

Eragon apologizes to Murtagh and Thorn for initially siding with the Eldunarí, and that he couldn’t stop Murtagh from being taken by the Twins, and he’s sorry for leaving in the first place instead of waiting for them to return so they could clear their names together.

Arya apologizes for not being able to save Murtagh and thus condemning him and Thorn to months of grueling torment and slavery. She vows to make up for her failure.

The trio and their dragons agree that they need to find a way to undo the memory erasing spells and stripping of names spell of the Dragons. The blue and green pairs promise to do their best to protect Murtagh and Thorn and affirm Thorn’s value and choice in his rider.

[thespilledink]

Words whispered

in bedsheets

made me believe

we were in love

-h.h.

[tmntxthings]

Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.

Just you know, in passing.

[daughterofcainandchaos]

trust me, if i could enjoy things casually, i would. sometimes, i wish i didn't have to tear my soul apart so i could leave a piece of it in every little thing that somehow grasps my attention & refuses to let it go. maybe i enjoy my soul being devoured by abstract concepts. and maybe i find pleasure in being hurt in ways that are so beautiful

[fir-fireweed]

Little nonsense writing with Heron. Probably won’t make final cut but I needed a funny. 😊

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Imagining Giyuu, barley conscious watching You stumble in front of him. Your clothes are covered in dirt and blood, they’re ripped and your exposed skin is scratched and bruised. The demon before you had a sickening grin as he lunged towards you.

Giyuu pushes himself up taking note the demon’s poison must of reached the arm your guarding. The demon notices too and lunges for your side. You can’t move fast enough and it seems he might kill you but Giyuu runs from behind it to take out its head.

He rushes over to you, barley able to keep himself upright. Like a prayer he calls your name, begging you to open your eyes until the Kakushi arrive. Hoping you’ll live even when his own body is turning against him.

Giyuu wakes up surrounded by the white walls of the Butterfly Mansion. His calmness leaves him when he looks over and sees you bandaged and bruised. He stumbles out of bed to your side. He’s careful to not touch you, scared he’ll somehow break you if he does. His head is spinning. Why wasn’t I stronger? How did I let this happen? What if they died? I’m a Hashira- I should of defeated it sooner.

Thoughts clouded his mind until he heard you stir. Your eyes met his and you smiled, “Hi Giyuu.”

And it broke him.

Only you could see this side of him, the emotional, crying, clingy side of him. The Giyuu that clinging onto you like this was all a dream and you would slip away. The Giyuu that gently (but hastily) kissed you like it was the last kiss you two would ever have. The Giyuu that hugged you close to avoid you seeing him crying. He said in a choked voice, “I thought I lost you.”

You wrapped your none injured arm around his back, “Of course not love.”

“Please don’t leave me.” He said it like he was asking any and every higher power out there to not take you. He couldn’t take losing someone else he’d grown to love.

You two stayed like that for what felt like eternity, blissfully unaware of Shinobu standing at the door.

[lilacs-stars]

so I went to a bookstore with my friend the other day, and they saw that a new book in a series they liked was released and they were like “omg! is it actually? no way!” and anyways they searched it up and saw that it was indeed another installment that was recently published, which they hadn’t heard about before. and then they were like “I wasn’t planning on spending more money but I have to buy this! I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter tonight I just can’t wait to finish it!”

and maybe it’s cause I’m a writer, but like that kinda hit me hard because I want someone to be so excited over something I wrote?? idk like the thought of someone being so happy to read one of my works that they’d be willing to spend money and lose sleep over it is just crazy. I know it probably doesn’t seem like much, and maybe it isn’t, but honestly I feel like that would just be the highest honor as a writer. to have someone care so much about your writing.

it may be unrealistic, but I truly aspire to write like that. and I really do hope to reach that point where someday, somewhere, someone out there gets that excited to read one of my works. like that would honestly mean the world to me.

(idk if this even makes sense, I’m probably high off of sleep deprivation, so sorry if it doesn’t 😭 also sorry for my random ranting just thought of this ahaha 😅)

[tumblingxelian]

Songvreign

@kari-go

Seeing as you liked the Songvreign art (Thanks so much!) & the premise of Akuma-Juleka kissing Chloe I had some scattered thoughts you might appreciate to share, its late to they may a lil clumsy but here goes:

Four weeks.

It had been four weeks since Juleka's first awkward encounter with Jagged Stone at the front Desk of the Le Grand Paris Hotel. Before Pixelator had arrived and distracted everyone.

It had been three weeks since Juleka had learned the truth from her mother on the day of the Class Elections and Dark Blade. None of them should have even been there, he shouldn't have been there, Chloe hadn't even been running save for her father's prying.

It had been two weeks since Juleka tried to speak with him as a fellow panel judge, Chloe having given up her seat to bolster Juleka's burgeoning career.

Sine then, it had been a week of endless rebuffs, run arounds and rejections. Of silence in the face of her words, of eyes glancing off her like she didn't matter.

Like she didn't exist.

The thought burned in her chest and left bile on Juleka's tongue.

Their mother raged, but could do nothing. Rose argued for empathy even while trying to comfort her. Luka was content to wait, confidence the man was merely afraid. Somehow it was only Chloe who seemed to key into Juleka's anger.

"Empathy for a man who can't even bother to be a parent? he doesn't deserve it!. As for fear, what could he have to fear, Jagged Stone is beloved and rich, he is by all rights exceptional. He should feat nothing."

She snuggled up closer to Juleka, who at this point had just gotten used to Chloe hanging off her arm whenever she could.

"If he doesn't see how exceptional you are then his brain is broken."

A part of Juleka wanted wanted to focus on that, but she hadn't been able to, not right then. So it was merely added to her ever expanding and concerning Chloe file as she resolved herself to try again.

"Jagged Stone will not suffer any interruptions." His assistant said, barring her path.

"He will suffer me," Juleka rasped, "I am his-" She was yanked back from the door and practically tosed to the hotel hallway floor.

Bob Roth didn't even look at her as he announced, "You are less than nothing, not even a mistake worth covering up."

Juleka felt a firm hand on her shoulder as one of the staff cringingly said, "Mademoiselle, if you would please follow me, you have been banned at the request of Bob Roth and the man whose hotel this is."

Juleka only half registers Chloe storming through the halls, voice loud enough to shatter glass. "This is RIDICULOUS! You cannot ban Juleka! If you do I'll move into her house boat! This place will never survive without me you know!"

Juleka didn't even bother registering Andre's snakey retort, mind and body disconnecting as she was pulled away, words ringing in her head.

Less than nothing.

'Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!'

Then her whole world was warped in shadows and miasma, a booming voice echoed in her head that wasn't her own.

'To be treated so coldly by a father, the rage burning in your heart is kindled and your voice ready to be a roar. Songvreign, bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous and you can force the whole world to see how unworthy Jagged Stone is his esteem!'

"Yes, Hawk Moth."

-

Chloe wasn't used to fighting with her father. When he did punish her she had no choice but to listen and when she wanted something she had to butter him up.

Actually arguing with him had been becoming more common recently and she couldn't say why, save that he didn't quite seem to approve of Juleka.

Which was absurd, Chloe's future girlfriends was exceptional!

A match for Chloe is the arts of zealous love and since beginning their... Courting. Chloe's life had been going from strength to strength!

The class listened to her more, she was making real connections in the modelling world, she was even doing better in class. Which was to say doing anything in class.

In truth she'd barely even thought to seek her daddy out for anything recently and felt the better for it. But now she had to fight him, because he was being utterly ridiculous and enabling a pathetic excuse for a man who wouldn't even parent his own child!

'Its Gabriel all over again!' Chloe thought as she built herself up for another tirade at her father, only to see him pale and flee down the hall, leaving her behind.

'Well, that's more like it I suppose.' Chloe turned and felt her heart jump into her throat at the sight of Juleka swirling in black miasma as everyone form staff to that creepy perfect Bob Roth and Jagged fled in terror.

A pillar of black energy tore through he roof of the Le Grand Paris hotel and then faded to reveal... Juleka, but not quite.

Her skin was an ungodly pallor of purple though it worked on her. The neon purple and green shades in her hair and clothes had been replaced by crimson reds. Spiked accessors of gold covered her frame and a short vest with jagged sleeves covered a matching black and purple top. On her back was a glowing axe-guitar that crackled with red energy.

"Juleka?" Chloe croaked, unsure if she should bolt or not. She didn't have the best record with Akuma after all-

Juleka looked at her, a pleased smirk on blood red lips revealing fangs. "Chloe... My Chloe..." She said, voice reverberating and roiling with power like a tidal wave that had yet to strike.

Juleka gestured her closer and Chloe obeyed without thinking, letting the Akuma, letting Juleka tilt her chin up to meet those blazing crimson eyes.

"There's no need to fear me my muse," Juleka's free hand grasped Chloe's hip and without a second thought pulled Chloe into a kiss.

It was not technically their first kiss, but it was the first Juleka had initiated and Chloe's brain was frizzling itself up as she tried to match the demonic pace of Juleka, pressing herself closer and gasping as forked to traced along hers and-

Juleka pulled away, a purple butterfly blazing on her face.

"Hawk Moth," She snarled, the action making the very floor vibrate and Chloe's knees go weak, and not with fright~

Juleka threw her head back, ears clasping both sides of Chloe's head and magically muffling the sound as she roared.

"I'll get to it, shut up Hawk Moth!"

The roar completely disintegrated the roof of the hotel and the purple butterfly faded, leaving Chloe bouncing on her feet.

"You really put that loser in his place darling, to be expected from-" She was stopped by Juleka pulling her into another kiss, this one deeper and more breathless than the last even if it was quicker.

Pulling away Juleka licked her lips, "I'm going to find and kill Jagged and maybe a few other worthless fathers while I'm at it. Wait for me here my dear, I'll be even more ravenous when ankle deep in crimson."

"OK," Chloe said breathless and wide eyed.

With that Juleka turned, took out her axe-guitar and took to the sky with a roar of "Jagged! Come out you coward! You won't escape! MY WRATH!!"

-

Notes:

I am sadly too tired to write more, but Juleka hunts down Jagged loudly ranting at him with murderous intent as she tears through Paris.

I'd borrow the world building from @sillysiluriforme and have Juleka, Luka and Anarcha be Romani. Which ties into Roger's harassment of them. & tied into Jagged bailing on the family, either to hide his own heritage so it wouldn't effect his career. Or cos he didn't want the baggage that came with such a relationship on his career.

Suffice to say Juleka's not super sympathetic.

Afterwards I imagine Luka, Anarcha & Rose do try to be there for her, but right now she needs to be angry about this so she goes to Chloe. Who was waiting for her, cos she s very devoted to people she's enamored with and tends to listen to such firm instruction.

Juleka doesn't want to do anything romantic "While being too angry to focus" and fortunately Chloe understands and is very good at anger. They start with trashing Jagged Merch and eventually graduate to smashing up his tour vane and setting it on fire.

Jagged amazingly opts against pressing charges or even letting it get out, and also has the ban lifted, cos he does feel kind of shitty about all this; even if he's not in a head-space to better deal with it.

Also yes, Gabriel was being a massive hypocrite when it comes to talking about negligent fathers. Also Luka wasn't seeking comfort cos his empathy power kind of let him process this whole situation before it even came about. Also being around angry Juleka is a lot for him so that plays into it too.

@personwithaknife & @maestro04yayyy may enjoy this to.

[kittybugz]

atheists: would you unbaptize a christian baby for a thousand dollars?

[bitchcakegreen]

I’m not at all ashamed for laughing at this.

[atlaswritespoetry]

I write you letters that i fear will never reach you but i hope your soul knows mine wont be whole without you

[thespilledink]

You feel like home

And I have to admit

Home has never been

A place where I felt comfort

So I should have known

To let you go sooner

When I wanted to stay

Because you felt like home

-h.h.

[jasminepicksflowers]

My love

꧁Xanthus met his deceased love?꧂

“Have you not found anyone that could suit your appetite?” Dontis asked as they roamed the nightlife of New Orleans. A simple headshake from Xanthus was all he received. Dontis sighed as they walked from busy streets to busier streets. “It’s too loud here. Let’s go somewhere else.” Xanthus said exhausted. Dontis followed along as they started walking to a quieter place near the river. The sounds of the city start to fade as Xanthus steps closer and closer to the river.

The soothing sounds of the gentle water eased him. Soft jazz started playing making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “There is a small cafe nearby, it’s very relaxing. And their food is good.” Dontis suggested to him. Xanthus turned his head towards the soft music and saw a small cafe next to them. He smelt the faint scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries. “Come,” Dontis ordered.

Hesitantly, xanthus followed along. Stepping inside the small cozy cafe, the bell softly rang, letting the barista know that there were new customers. A young beautiful woman sat in the corner beside the window, raised her head from her book observing the young men that had entered. Xanthus turned his head to the young woman as he felt a pair of eyes on him. His eyes widened as he looked at her.

His heart skipped a beat as he made eye contact with the woman. His deceased wife looks back at him. Hearing his heartbeat, dontis stepped closer. “Xanthus, what is it?” Dontis turned his head to the direction Xanthus was focused on. He froze as the familiar face of his friend’s deceased wife started back at them. Xanthus’s breath began to shake as did his body.

How could the love of his life die in his arms, only for her to be smiling back at him well and alive?

“Love…?”

Xanthus whispered under his breath. His voice was desperate, desperate to know that the love of his life was well and breathing. Desperate to know that the woman he sees is not a fragment of his imagination. “Excuse me?” The young woman said in a soft gentle tone, so much like his love’s. His heart began beating faster, and the sliver of hope he had once let go came rushing back. He hoped that what he had witnessed, was some sick twisted prank his enemies were playing on him. Seeing the state that he was in, the woman gave him a worried expression. “Sir, are you alright?” “Sir„ she called him. That one word echoed through his ears. That sliver of hope was soon cut by that word.

Who knew that by one word, you could crush someone’s heart?

His eyes began watering as he saw the once-concerned face of his lover. Dontis placed a hand on his back. “Breath xanthus, you are scaring her” he whispered to him as he gently comforted him. Xanthus analyzed her face, only to find soft freckles that his wife didn’t have. He let out a shuddering breath as his heart ached even more. “I’m sorry I….I thought I knew you. Forgive me.” He said before quickly exiting the cafe as tears started falling from his eyes rapidly. His body began trembling as he got closer to the river. Dontis followed after him, catching him in his arms as Xanthus crumbled into pieces.

Xanthus let out broken sobs as he pressed his back onto Dontis’ chest looking for comfort. He started gasping for air, only for his lungs to be met with tears. Dontis rubbed his arm gently, trying to ease him. Xanthus curled into a ball hiding his face in his knees as his hands grasped onto his hair in distress. “Easy xanthus…easy.” Whispered Dontis in his ear. Xanthus fell backward onto Dontis’ chest, gasping for air. He looked up at the starry night, hoping he’d hear his lover's voice talking about how much she loved the stars, her finger pointing out in the sky as she excitedly spoke to him more about her passion for learning more about what lies above. “Ah! Xanthus look!” She said excitedly as she pointed at the sky. “You can see Jupiter from here- oh! Did you know, that Jupiter was meant to be a star but it failed?! Because it was too small to handle the chemical reactions…. Xanthus.” Her voice began to fade as another started calling for him. It sounded so familiar yet strange. “Xanthus.” The voice kept calling his name. “Xanthus!” Xanthus blinked his eyes, finding himself still lying against Dontis.

“Are you alright? You passed out on me. I wanted to bring you back to my house but carrying an unconscious vampire is not a wise thing to do.” Dontis said, trying to get at least a smile from Xanthus. Xanthus got up dizzily, knees barely holding him up. Dontis got up holding him firmly under his arm. “I’ve got you.” He reassured Xanthus. Dontis then moved his arm around his waist propping him up. Xanthus walked alongside him, breathing heavily and groaning. “What have I done…?” He said in a broken voice as he pushed off Dontis. “I…I can walk on my own.” Dontis grabbed him by the waist and put Xanthus’ arm around his shoulder for balance. “No, you can’t. You can’t even stand properly without me helping you.” He sighs. “C'mon, let’s go.”

[daughterofcainandchaos]

i might be a bit unsettling at times but i still carry the childlike wonder within me i swear