#robin lake

[cryptidvoidwritings]

Our lady and savior Agnes Pūre (Demeter) (praised be, praised be) has blessed us with this video from the 2017 international tour

[cirr0stratus]

babe hefferon modern au,,,, babe hefferon post war,,, i’m going to Blow Up

[dollya-robinprotector]

Yet another Delulu chatting in the middle of the night, activated by Caffeinated Gulugulu

More detail in this post of @glutominnn go check it out Ivory Wraith enthusiasts!!!

[ronancecore]

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[fairytale-poll]

BEST MODERN ADAPTATION! FINALS!!!!!!!

Hook (1991) is based off Peter Pan; Princess Tutu (2002 - 2003) is based off the Ugly Duckling and Swan Lake.

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Hook (1991):

HOOK WAS CHILDHOOD

Princess Tutu (2002 - 2003):

This show is PHENOMENAL. Starts as a fairy tale show, slowly starts to discuss fate vs free will and the archetypes that fairy tale characters have to play and what would happen if they could fight the narrative. Also has one of the most perfect endings to Duck's arc that any protagonist could ever have.

Princess Tutu ftw, let's be honest here

Princess Tutu is a combination of The Ugly Duckling, The Nutcracker, and The Swan Princess In addition to the plot points and themes already mentioned, look how pretty this series is [Click through to see images] This show is hella underrated And it's two seasons, you could totally binge the whole thing

[ghost-proofbaby]

Can I get a strawberry midsummer’s night with robin please?💜

absolutely yes yes yes <3 hope you enjoy!! thank you for the request <3

sticky kisses and serendipity

warnings: other than fem!reader? none. just lovin' on our girl. <3 not edited tho

wc: 1.3k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“You’ve got something, right… here!” 

There’s something in the warm summer air tonight. A lightness, a breeze of a feather that hadn’t been there the last few months. The heat has rid itself of the stifling humidity, the sun has begun to take its leave for the day, and the lake water has gone still with a tranquility you can feel within the depths of your chest. Even the occasional breeze can’t break the surface of the water, no ripples in sight as your feet hang off the dock. 

“Wha-” Robin had started to genuinely question, but she cuts off halfway through her question when your intentions get revealed; your finger swipes through the top of your ice cream cone, gathering just enough sweet treat to swipe across the tip of her nose. “No!” 

She lets out a whine, reaching too slow for your wrist as you retreat, still giggling a bit. 

You feel like a child, all vibrant eyes and aching cheeks as you watch the girl who’s the sole reason for it basking in the blanket of the dying day’s golden light. Giggling at anything and everything, tongue cold with a scoop of Rocky Road that you both could pretend for a moment hadn’t cost you the last of your latest paychecks. 

No one around to judge. No one around to witness. It’s just you, your girl, and the still lake water. 

“C’mon,” she continues to complain, but she’s still smiling back at you, striking something deep within your bones. She holds her own sherbet shake in the hand farthest from you, the pretty shade of pink matching the slow-healing sunburn that dusts the tops of her cheeks, “That’s not even fair. I’m gonna be all sticky now.” 

“Want me to kiss it better?” you tease, leaning forward, feeling the wood planks beneath you dig into your bare thighs. 

She’s quick to lean away from you, the sparkle of the chase glittering in her eyes as she jokes, “You? Gross. Why would I ever want a dingus like you to kiss me? Ugh.” 

Every word is laced up tightly with sarcasm, her hardly being able to get through them without the interruptions of soft scoffs, knowing just how ridiculous she is being. 

The joke doesn’t even hurt – it only makes something further bloom in the pit of your stomach as you pucker your lips and continue to chase her retreating figure, biting back a grin that matches her own. When she had first met you, she’d been too nervous to even recognize your sarcasm at times, let alone conjure her own. The joke was a sign of the times; the joke was evidence of a thawing that had happened over a blissful spring and long summer, preparing the two of you for crisp autumn. 

The joke showed she loved you. In whatever ways she could. 

The sun continues to creep below the horizon as the two of you continue all your childish antics, your sticky lips eventually finding home against her warming cheeks, noting the blush that spreads like wildfire at the simplest of your touches. You make a point to reach out your thumb, intent on swiping away all the chocolate residue you’d left behind, but she’s quick to stop you. Gentle fingers curling around your wrist, head turning sharply so you can’t reach that tainted cheek. 

“Don’t,” she whispers, even though there’s no one around. 

“I thought you didn’t want my dingus kisses.” 

All-consuming, her shy smile nearly blinds you, “I think I’ll live if we leave it until I go home.”

“It’s sticky,” you laugh a little, trying to reach your thumb out again. She stops you again, “Your hair’s gonna stick to it-”

“Don’t care,” she breathes out, set in her ways as her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips for a brief second, “I really don’t care.” 

Brave and reckless, eager and aching, she surges forward just to get those sticky lips on her own. A simple peck, a quiet slotting of lips against one another, but it says enough. A point is being made – she doesn’t care about the stickiness, and she does in fact want all your kisses. 

The feeling’s sort of mutual.

You sort of want to steal every kiss from her you can get away with, you sort of want to occupy every breath she takes on this shoreline. You sort of want the promise of every single summer of hers, and she sort of wants to just give them over to you freely. 

You know it, surely, when her lips press harder against yours. 

You can taste the subtle fruitiness of her shake, sugar all over both your tastebuds until you really can’t decipher who had which ice cream. Chocolate and orange cream, the bits of waffle cone stuck in your molars, the overwhelming sweetness of it all – she wants it all, with you and only you. At some point, she sets her shake down to her side blindly, lifting that cold, cold palm to cradle your cheek as if you might just be the most precious thing in the world to her.

And you are. And the feeling? The feeling is terribly, terribly mutual. 

Golden hour fades to dusk, faded blue hues wrapping the two of you up as all the vibrant shades of sunset start to soften. The moon has visibly risen in the eastern sky, smiling down at the two of you as all your youthful jubilation is exchanged. Wandering hands, you being limited to only one as you let it curl into the hairs at the nape of her neck, and teeth clashing a bit from the way neither of you can stop smiling. There comes a point where it’s clear she’s kissed away every inch of stickiness off of you, but she doesn’t stop. Neither of you do, not until all the air in your lungs has finally escaped, and the stubborn need to breathe has to override your need for her. 

And even then, you keep close to her. 

You scoot closer, until your skin is flush with hers, as you both catch your breaths. Staring straight ahead, glowing in each other’s peripherals as you lock in on the trees around the edge of the lake. It’s still not quite enough, and so eventually, legs overlap and entangle, joints pressed together until you’re both nothing more than a conjoined knot as Robin rests her head on your shoulder.

The sunset’s pretty, especially reflected off the lake water, but you think she’s even prettier. You’re pretty sure that there’s no natural phenomenon that could ever outweigh her beauty, but now’s not the time to wax that sort of poetry to her. There’ll be other summer nights, other pleasant evenings, to whisper to the girl at your side about all the stars you can count in her eyes. For now, it’s enough to just feel the weight of her slumping against you, and smell the way her perfume intertwines with the lingering sunscreen on both your skin. 

“You think the ducks are gonna come back?” she randomly blurts out, referencing the real reason you two had come out here to begin with.

You’d wanted to feed the ducks. You swore it wasn’t just an excuse to get her alone (it was). 

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yeah. Yeah, they better. I don’t think I can finish this waffle cone on my own.” 

Impulsively, you twist your neck until you can press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her subtle shampoo. Your lips linger for several extra seconds, far longer than necessary, but it’s okay. You’ll allow yourself the honor, if for nothing more than to be an effort to contain all the adoration threatening to burst at your seams for the girl you lean further into. 

Once your lips retreat, she lifts her head, turning to glance at you for a moment before she returns the affection without hesitation. Soft lips press into the bare skin of your shoulder, and you both can only sigh in sync, in shared serendipity. 

“I could always help you with that, you know,” she wiggles her brows a little as she leans back, and you’re back to giggling like children. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Sticky kisses and serendipity. The perfect summer evening.

[transbookoftheday]

Do you take requests? If so, do you have any scifi or paranormal books with a transmasculine main character and a mlm romance? Thank you!

I haven't read many books in those genres yet, but here are some suggestions:

Science Fiction:

Paranormal:

Book Titles:

Future Feeling by Joss Lake

World Running Down by Al Hess

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Deadendia: The Watcher’s Test by Hamish Steele

Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham

Dear Mothman by Robin Gow

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Rim-lit Robin

Scarlet Robin, Lake Leschenaultia, WA

Walking around the lake at sunrise, I came across this scarlet robin flitting around in the trees. I positioned myself so the bird lined up with a tree in the background, as I didn’t want a silhouette, and I underexposed the image a little, which allowed me to retain detail in the brighter parts of the photo and avoid blowing out the beautiful rim lighting around the bird and the sun filtering through the trees

by D’Artagnan Sprengel

2023 BirdLife Australia Photography Awards

[devondespresso]

things id make if i had the time energy and commitment to get better at 2d art:

a watery almost impressionist looking Steddie swan lake comic with Steve as the swan prince (and a happy ending of course)

[angelmush]

we had a very beautiful time stomping around in lake superior n staring into the woods

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Chrobin, but make it the Swan Princess movie

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[livinonlaketime]

So I’m working on a batfam/criminal minds crossover fic, and I just spent at least an hour watching a 30 tiktok series on why it’s possible that Dega was Jack the Ripper (shoutout to @/schirrgenius on tiktok) and taking notes on it because the beginning of the fic takes place in the episode where the BAU goes to New Orleans for the Jack the Ripper copycat and I’m determined to find a way to fit it in

Ps for any of my old followers, hi, it’s been a while (several years), you might not recognize me, or even remember me, this blog has had several names so idk which one you followed but I’m glad you’re here. my name used to be liz, it has since changed to Lake, and my ao3 used to writerwisegirl. it’s now livinonlaketime, same as this blog

[violentdick]

-source: Batman (1940) #12-

Weapon of Choice: Alright, I had to look it up, oxy-acetylene torches are not portable and need a source of gas to function from what I saw and the smaller ones on Amazon were between $150-$220USD, so a knife would have been more believable and now I'm going to get welders in my inbox telling me I'm wrong, which I might be, this was a five minute search. Also, these idiots tied them to a skiing flag? It's a grown man and a child who are struggling to get to the surface, that flag is coming off. Also it tells people, "STAY AWAY FROM US WE HAVE A PERSON WHO MIGHT FALL," and so you're not going to have any boats come by that can churn them up and be rid of them. Stupid criminal.

[ronancecore]

“My favorite character dies in s5”

[imagination-0011]

By Robin Isely

[mamonado]

Swan Lake

Inspired by this artwork.