#rhymes tonight

[rumor-imbris]

Your incandescent spirit, a bright vermillion flame My soul, a snowfield, frozen blue pane Eyes ablaze sparking in my crystal ice veins I'll embrace you I'll sweetly pull you into a glacial and scorching eclipse and you'll feel brume all around, a mist a sweet lullaby dissolving to a hiss

[zeb-z]

demon girl tina who shaves her horns down, who tries to be everything a demon isn’t. never angry, never pressed, sweet and easygoing. perfect in every sense of the term. who’s traumatized from purgatory, who’s afraid of losing what she loves as much as she’s afraid of being shunned by who she loves for what she is. for all the imperfections that fracture her perfect image. who craves trust, a place to belong, the secret of who she is just bubbling under the surface, shaved down and hidden just underneath the cat ears she wears.

human girl bagi who embraces imperfection, who loves with loyalty and longevity. who would go to the ends of the earth for her loved ones, knowing their worst sins, their terrible crimes, and going I will love you anyway. I will be there for you anyway. who’s best friend is a demon, who she knows is a demon, who she met at his worst, and wouldn’t let him go through it alone. who understands the importance of secrets, which means she knows the value of honesty, and is ready to lay out all her truths once she cares about someone enough, trusts them enough.

tina getting flighty and nervous when she’s told that it’s love what bagi feels - not because she doesn’t feel the same, but because she does, and it’s all she’s ever wanted, and isn’t that just terrifying? because she doesn’t think she fully deserves it. not yet at least! and she doesn’t want to lose it. imperfect, clumsy, secretly a demon tina, still processing purgatory and everything that came before, so afraid because she believes she can’t measure up. once she’s worked on herself, once she’s perfect, she says. once she stops panicking at purgatory flashbacks, once she stops losing her temper, once she can provide stability, once she’s shaved her horns and they stop growing back - then she’ll be ready. as soon as she’s made herself into something easily lovable.

bagi listens to tina as she spills some of this to her, under the moonlight along the beach. not quite all her worries, but some, just like she had given not quite her whole heart, but a part of it, in that room that represents bagi’s mind. and bagi doesn’t press for more than what she’ll give, because she cherishes what has been given already, because she’s in no rush and has no where else to go, because above all else, she’s in love and willing to wait. and in the meantime, she’ll reassure tina that she doesn’t want perfection - she just wants tina the way she is.

[butmog]

What are girls made of?

Fishnets, rats and alley cats ofc

[lady-merian]

I really want to dive in to all these Inklings Challenge stories but I also promised myself I would really really try to finish mine from last year this month. Of course I promised myself I’d really try to finish it in September too, but now I have a rough plan.

[jimmyspades]

[dungbeatposse]

me after having shittiest, absolutely downhill spiral, most mentally exhausting breakdown of the human psyche in my entire life:

i should write a poem about that

[weirdopponent]

FRUITS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN GROWING ON THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

The apple, the classic, bright red like struck skin

fits firmly in your palm.

You crush it in your teeth and between your jaws, it snaps like broken bone.

Scavengers feast on what remains, what you leave behind.

The pomegranate, cut in half, bleeds like a heart

from four chambers, from its severed veins

which it doesn't need anymore, taken from its body like this

The peach falls to the ground and no one catches it in time

and it bruises readily, tenderly

martyred for the health of the earth

The cherry grows in pairs

One holds the other which holds the other back

When you split them apart, the ladder of your ribs aches in sympathy

The apricot shines golden from its perch in the golden sun

reminding you of the guardians blinding halo, its fierce flaming swords

Is it ever blinded? The fruit is sweet on the tongue

A banana?

That's just silly.

[c00kietin]

It's funny how pubs can be so overstimulating but also really cozy at the same time-

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Having Thoughts tonight on. Hmm. Horror, and loneliness, and the appeal of hurt/comfort or angst fan/fiction generally

Why do I enjoy seeing pain and suffering in fiction, when I have endured and continue to endure it myself? Shouldn't I be seeking real comfort and joy, a world in which suffering does not exist in the first place? Shouldn't I be seeking to protect characters fictional or otherwise from my own experiences, rather than inflicting the same or worse? Why is there catharsis in pain.

Why do I force my imaginary construct through the worst experiences I can imagine, when I ultimately want nothing more for them to be happy? Is it the journey? Is happiness something that needs to be earned? Of course not, so why do I feel like it is? Why am I unsatisfied with saccharine, when the spice of torment is already so familiar?

Is it seeing myself? Is it creating a whole new person, who has lived so much worse than I and yet continues fighting and hoping? I don't know anymore but god damn is it compelling to watch.

[rumor-imbris]

I will use sleepy moon rays, crimson leaves, owl lullabies and wolven paw prints to pave my way straight to your dreams Sweet sneaking in your night, like raven cries sleepdancing to your sighs, dreamwalking through your mind And at dawn, you'll only remember a tune tiny wings flaking, light glints through dew slipping tear left of my love hymn to You

[hauntingblue]

Zoro was about to tell luffy off for making a scene but luffy just says some guys spilled red bean soup and he starts to make a worse one. Amazing

[cassandralexxx]

Talked to my sister about what I should wear tonight and her verdict was that I need more slutty tops 💔

[cpressmn]

one thing about me i will either be super fucking hyperfixated on something or i will bounce from one interest to the other in rapid succession i just go where the serotonin leads

[grandhike]

I barely even know what I am feeling right now. excited, nervous, grateful beyond belief, confident, freaked out, a little bereft, a little insane, a little sparkly.

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"I don't know... it's hiding."

Orion hummed. "Well," She said, "I'm going to bed, hope you enjoy your last two hours of freedom from Dr. Landhoff."

A shadow crossed Elton's face, something very unlike him. "Just-" He grabbed Orion's arm before they could leave. "Just call her Eliza... with me?"

Orion nodded, yanking her arm out of their grip. "I hope Eliza understands just how hard it was to complete this project, and why it took right up to two am." Elton shot her a grateful grin and she turned to leave, another day, another chance wasted.

"I appreciate it, you know."

"Appreciate what?" Orion couldn't take it anymore, one word to indicate and she would grab onto Elton Rhymes and never let go.

"You." They said. "Covering for me, lying to Eliza... it must be hard. Why you'd do it for a guy you barely know, is beyond me."

If only you knew, She thought in vane.

"I know you better than you think I do."

Elton turned to read her expression, but found himself face to face with an empty space. How she moved without making a sound, they'd never know. Nor why she showed such kindness, only to betray him in the end.

He returned 'Home' two hours later to a sleeping Eliza and four missed messages on their answering machine.

He left her asleep and retired to the living room to look them over.

The first played:

I'm sorry to have missed you, Dr. Landhoff but those papers you were looking for have turned up, thanks to my assistant. If you'd like to send someone to pick them up at any time, I can work around you. That's all, do have a nice night, and take a day off, will you? For me.

Elton rolled his eyes, jotting down the message on a reporters pad for Eliza tomorrow.

The second was from her father, he asked about wedding planning but didn't sound all that interested. He finished with a thinly veiled insult toward Elton and requested she called him back. Elton wrote that down as well, leaving out any profanity.

The third was a wrong number- a man called Milo looking for his brother. Elton ignored that one.

The fourth called out in a voice he was familiar with:

El- Dr. Landhoff, I know it's late but I'd like to inform you that the project went well, though it did carry on quite late. I'm sorry for keeping your fiancé out so long, I'm sure you could have used him... that's all. Have a great evening... or morning, whenever you're listening to this.

How can you feel heartbroken in relation to such a mundane message?

Now, the truth could be considered that I was (am) in love with Orion O'Hara and not my fiancée.

However I am not ready for the truth.

[britneyshakespeare]

It is all painfully coming together