#light a fire verse

[lights-at-night-art]

and before she died, she remembered who she was

[unbloodiedmartyr]

never dreamt of such sterile hands. you keep 'em folded in your lap and raise them up to beg for scraps. you know he's holding you down with the tips of his fingers, just the same.

[whaliiwatching]

city smokers

prompt: cigarette

[goldenbeastkeeper]

@pacexlikexaxghost

Valor didn't realize such huge creatures existed here. Most of what they'd seen was on the small side compared to what he was used to, but this creature was huge even for the Isles.

But Valor was all for learning about new creatures, so he paused their glow bug chasing to follow in the bushes.

Humanoid, was the first thing Valor noticed. And was that . . . a dress? Was this species sapient? Humans were the only obviously sapient species he'd seen here so far - it was called the human realm for a reason - but if there were more . . .

Not only was she huge, she was also bright. He had a difficult time actually looking at her to see any features, especially since it was night. Her clothes and the general shape of her head was all he could make out, though he was sure he'd be able to see something of the face as well had they not been behind her.

It sounded like she was singing.

They'd have to be careful. Small as they were compared to such a giant creature, they'd be easy prey. Either that, or crushed beneath her feet.

Flicker nudged Valor and pointed much closer to the ground, near her feet. "There's a little one."

Valor directed his attention to where they were pointing, and sure enough, there was a much smaller one, about the same size as witches and humans. He wondered what that was about. Friends of different species? Sexual dimorphism? Different roles in the social group? A symbiotic relationship? Whoever this smaller one was, they seemed to be very attentive to the big one.

He kept watching them, this time much more focused on the smaller one.

[lsdoiphin]

More Heart of Penumbra designwork commissioned by @featheredbeardog - these five are the main characters. Chosen ones destined by fate to restore balance to their world and all that, you know the drill.

Kojin already felt smothered by his very average familial expectations before the whole "chosen one" thing happened. His heart is in the right place, but he's a pessimistic and defensive guy and has some growing up to do.

Bhumi is the unofficial team leader - she sees herself as the only one here who's mature enough for the job, which isn't an entirely unfair assumption on her part. Her self-reliant nature is at odds with team management, but someone's gotta do it.

Sobek is the chill peacekeeper of the group. He's emotionally intelligent and perceptive, but his patience can easily cross over into doormat behavior. He's smarter than he looks.

Rudra is the shitstarter of the crew. Having already been a celebrity sportsdragon, she sees being a "chosen one" as more of the same: keep your obligations, give a good performance, and reap the rewards. It's easy. She likes ruffling others' feathers and is chronically at odds with Bhumi.

Penny is not actually one of the chosen - as far as anyone can tell, anyway. ("She's the last light dragon - she's gotta be the chosen of light... right?") After a very sheltered upbringing, she's determined to contribute, even if she has to fight her anxiety every step of the way.

[withinkandquill]

how do you imagine will and anya's relationship to be in season iii? her and hannibal? did her and hannibal keep in contact while he was locked away in prison? does she blame will for the reason hannibal is incarcerated ( even tho he surrendered himself like the ultimate simp )? // @devilswill

Buckle up, boys! This will be a long one!

Okay, I think to fully answer these questions we have to first consider the way Anya unconsciously attaches to people in general. First of all, she is and has almost always been very co-dependent and anxiously-attached. She’s really sensitive to real and perceived rejections, and terrified of being alone. This, of course, stems from her trauma but also a singular lesson ingrained in her very, very early on: everyone and everything she loves can and will be taken from her by the person who holds the most power. Now some might take this to mean you’re safest if you hold all the power but Anya never held any illusions that she was capable of that. So, instead she employs the trauma response of fawning. Anya attaches herself very deeply to the person who she believes holds the most power in her life and models herself after what she thinks they want. This does two things for her: it ensures her safety, and it ensures that she won’t lose the person she loves because no one can take them away. For her first three years of life, her mother was this person, of course, and then her father killed her mother and he became that person to her, and then the FBI removed her from his home and influence and Hannibal became that person. Her sense of self is based off this person, as well as her sense of morality because she sees morality in terms of what will or won’t get her in trouble with this person, and after 14 with society itself as it is the most powerful entity and she fears the captivity that comes when society rejects you.

Will himself is something of an exception to Anya. All her life, there has been one person to please. She has interacted with a few people here and there over the years, made some brief and fleeting friendships that never got too uncomfortably deep. Will is the first one who does actually get to know her on a deeper level because he is the first one to care enough to push into the darker parts of herself, the parts she normally keeps hidden because society won’t understand and if society can’t understand then it will undoubtedly reject her. But he’s still not Hannibal. Will hasn’t known her as intimately or as long and still chosen to stay the way Hannibal has. There’s a part of her that won’t completely trust Will because of that and she won’t for a long, long time.

So, yeah, when Hannibal is incarcerated, Anya is pissed. At the FBI for physically “taking” him from her, at Hannibal for turning himself in and essentially choosing Will over her, and especially at Will because she sees him at the center of it all. The FBI would not even be looking at Hannibal if Will hadn’t pointed so many fingers. Hannibal wouldn’t have given himself up if Will wasn’t there to make him feel he should. And to make it all worse, she won’t expect it because Will is not the one who holds the power. The FBI did, but that was figured out already. Hannibal should have been “safe.”

At the same time, though, she’ll be desperate. She cannot be alone.

And yeah, Anya totally visits Hannibal in prison. After all, her moral compass is also his. She was raised on killing, she has no objection to it. Cannibalism isn’t even that much of a stretch to her, all things considering. If you kill it, eat it. Like a pig, or a cow, or a chicken. It makes sense to her at a surface level and she doesn’t want to dive deeper than that. But his choice to give himself up for Will instead of run for her feels like rejection and that is terrifying. He will feel more distant not just physically but also emotionally and for the first time in a very long time, she’ll be scared of him leaving her entirely, maybe even taking Will with him somehow and leaving her with nothing once again. Anya will worry each time she goes to visit that he won’t want to see her anymore and she’ll worry each time she leaves that it will be the last for one reason or another. And this will play apart in pushing her back towards Will again. She has to have someone, anyone at this point, and she’ll be grasping and scrambling to hold onto both of them for as long as she can.

Of course, she not very conscious of these motivations. Anya just sees her attachments to them as love, and it is. She loves them more than anything else in the world. But her love will always be damaged from those fourteen years of trauma and if no one forces her to see it, she never will. Anya won’t want to dive that deep into herself and she won’t stumble upon the revelation because it is also partially hidden by her struggle with impulsivity and the actions that don’t seem to be driven by any motivation or thought process at all.

[flameleadsarc]

@firsthcmuculus asked: "Wow! The Flame Alchemist in person!"

He knew that voice.

Forced to run his own errands today, the Colonel's trip to the library was supposed to be short. Half an hour later, with several books in his hands, he realized he needed to speed this errand along lest the stack of papers on his desk grow even larger. It already sat at somewhere around three inches tall. Any more, and he would be stuck in his office every night and day until he was in his sixties.

But, what did that matter when he heard a voice that paused every single thought in his mind?

Most, if not all, of the general public knew about Selim Bradley. Colonel Mustang was no exception to that. If asked even a month ago, he would not have had much to say about Selim. He was the Fuhrer's son, and the two of them had not crossed paths as there was no reason for them to. From the little he knew, he seemed like a nice enough kid.

A nice enough kid who happened to be a Homunculus, apparently. The Lieutenant ensured he got that bit of information. She still did her due diligence to protect him.

He had to protect her, and everyone else ensnared in the Homunculi's plans, in kind. Hearing Selim's voice, the Colonel shifted his gaze to him and gave him a simple smile. This conversation didn't have to be a difficult one. As long as he continued to act clueless, everyone would be none the wiser.

"That's me. It's good to finally meet you, Selim."

[liroyalty]

"I was told once that it's crazy that I can't work an oven for shit, yet I'm great at cooking over a literal open flame."

"But, I'm a fire elemental, is it really that crazy??"

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Weird CoL Tribe Facts #01

Blazewings have a cool down feature, after awhile of being balls of fire, they turn into a mire Grey-color with some cracks of their original scale color. This version of the Blazewings are called "Ashwings" or "Coalwings".

As they cool down, their wings become a much paler color & they seem to be a bit more slower but still kinda active as they pretty much want to preserve energy till the next time they become "Blazewings". The only thing that doesn't change is their spikes, tail & wing tips, crackled patterns, & eyes.

Despite them being welp.. descendants of firescales, they are quite different from them also, as unlike firescales, Blazewings can actually regulate their temp. (Red = Warmest. Blue = Hottest)

Its unknown what is the true name of these guys as they do pretty much use it interchangeably so if you see a Grey looking blazewing, refer to it as a Ashwing, but if you see a Ashwing going into its "Blister" form, you call it a Blazewing.

[despairforme]

Watching tutorials on how to light a campfire.

[spokenitalics]

top 10 books i read in 2022 (in the order i read them)

the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov: in the 1930s, the devil comes to moscow; chaos follows. almost 2000 years earlier, pontius pilate sentences the mild preacher jeshua to death. also: kind witches, fireproof manuscripts, the greatest love story ever told;

here by richard mcguire: the corner of a living room from 3,000,500,000 BCE to 22,175 CE, the illusion of time, the joys and sorrows of life, the magic of comic books;

lilith's brood (dawn, adulthood rites, imago) by octavia e. butler: humanity is saved from a nuclear apocalypse by a species of hideous aliens who offer an impossible deal to ensure the continued existence of life on earth. in perfect bulter fashion, tons of discussions about hierarchical structures, gender, language barriers, consent, and the vital need to embrace transhumanism;

the faggots & their friends between revolutions by larry mitchell & ned asta: somewhere in between a fairy tale and a utopian political manifesto, a sacred text from days long gone -- the story of a declining empire ruled by the fascist patriarchy, where gay men, lesbians, feminists, and drag queens live communally, produce art, have sex, and await the next revolution;

earthlings by sayaka murata: three young people become aliens to survive the horrors of modern life. provocative, utterly chaotic, equal parts hilarious and sad;

to the lighthouse by virginia woolf: the epic portrait of a family and of an artist;

nona the ninth by tamsyn muir: god is a man, the divine is most definitely feminine, eating someone is the ultimate way to say 'i love you' -- of bad puns, mismatched families, and the horror of your exes becoming besties;

dolore minimo by giovanna cristina vivinetto: the poetic dialogue between a self-born daughter and her mother-self;

the city and the pillar by gore vidal: a gay man in 1930s-40s america grapples with society's (and his own) prejudices and chases an idealized version of his high school best friend and one-time lover down a path of self-hatred and destruction;

loaded by christos tsiolkas: 24 hours in the life of an angst-ridden gay greek-australian boy as he travels through melbourne in search of drugs, an escape from responsibilities, and something resembling love.

[onigiram]

TAGS. i didn't like the other ones asjbfjbsdjgb

[usyrps]

THE SIMPLEST NOTION OF POLITICS IS THIS: SEATED IN A ROOM, AROUND A TABLE, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO BLINK FIRST. he has not the patience, nor the composure, for it. it is as much a craft as any, to be learned and mastered, and try though as he might, the intricacies of governance evade him. he and aemond both knew this, and aegon is content to let him lead their campaigns toward glory eternal, alas he cannot tolerate being left in the dark.

like the candles wane, so too does his resolve. ❛ you're plotting, ❜ he says plainly, striding forth, tone shifting in the spirit of being accusatory as brows furrow, chin tipping upward to glare at aemond. his arms cross then uncross, and he wishes he had taken to request the aid of wine for this conversation. the golden pin gleams, pinned 'pon his brother's breast, his hand. aegon wants to trust him, wishes to confide in him, and he does not waver in this, yet he craves assurance all the same. he adjusts the pin, then the neatness of it irks him, and he tousles it again, leaving it askew.

❛ i'd like to know what. do you intend to tell me, ever? ❜ a step back is taken, harmonised in time with a heave of breath, incensed with his dismal mood. he makes to drape himself atop a chaise lounge, eyes making a cursory sweep across the map of westeros sprawled on the table; one of the wooden pieces is flicked over, ❛ should the king not know where his soldiers are being sent? ❜ he knocks over another.

AN AUDIENCE, @vhagar-rider

[stargone]

@lightfaithed asked : " as long as we are honest with ourselves and about our feelings, it is possible to do anything. " / prompt.

xue li eyes him for a long time, unsure honesty in any capacity was enough to keep whatever this is blossoming into afloat. after all, he was everything she has ever detested and well, she was the girl of the underbelly of coruscant. not many got to see the planet's surface and the blinding lights, the way the sun touched over the buildings. they were polar opposites and it showed. how was he able to ignore it? not to mention this little code he lived by.

xue li runs fingertips of the silk material of her dress, without realizing it teasing in the way she rides of the material but the action of this was to calm her thought process before she could self sabotage something that he probably didn't mean the way she wanted to take it. and for a split second, she could almost feel the way the warm of his palm had felt against her own.

she cleared her throat, dark brown eyes settling on obi-wan now. " doesn't that statement contradict your entire code? "

[livebloggingkidshows]

Dancing in the Light Incorrect Quotes

Noah: I want to preface this by saying that nothing happened. Nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?

[withinkandquill]

anya trying to exist but her dads are fighting over custody u_u // @devilswill

Indeed. U_U But she loves it.

She’s not supposed to but she does. No one has ever fought for her before.