#snow falls secret

[errorsrandomwips]

Hi, I'm error- I like writing so I'm going to dump whatever random bits of writing I particularly like from whatever I'm working on here- my writing is very messy and often switches tenses, I'm trying to fix it but habbits die hard so they say- any errors...(ha- my name is error-) feel free to let me know :3

Current wips:

Blood and delusion - Jay and Onyx

Snow falls secret - Micah and Kai

Never ending nightmares - Tdb

The boy of thorn and flames - Tbd

Eyes like fire - Nicole and Everen

Collabs - offline

The series - secret for now >:3 (yet to name it- but hey- suggestions are welcome)

[urfavoritedcwhore]

“you’re so real lux” they all say in unison

[tiaresky]

[avirxy]

beauty and beast au but Claire’s the one cursed because she’s the only one I can see literally pissing a sorceress off enough to get cursed. (If we’re going off the original movie Jim would probably offer them a hot meal and a room for the night, knowing him he’d make everything super accommodating)

[tarn-ati0n]

My @layton-secretsanta for @milfglue!

This one took longer than I thought it would, simply because I just kept sketching different scenes over and over again until I was happy with it. I hope you like it!

(Also there’s a different version under the cut where I was just playing around but I actually like how this one looks too)

[forgottenroisin]

Snow Falls | Rosie & Percy

With the heavy snows falling so suddenly, the House of Malconaire had not gone without its share of troubles. As the snow turned to ice, one of the heavy beams of the great barn had finally cracked and collapsed. While the others remained, holding the structure aloft, it was a precarious situation, though one that oridinarily would have been easily put to rights with the correct number of hands. However, with the Valentina-imposed shortage of servants, it proved an impossible task with only those on hand, though necessary with the bulk of the storage of food for the winter and a number of the Malconaire farm animals, alike, housed within.

As a result, a number of friends and locals had been called in specially to help (with even Valentina allowing that -- as she did not wish to go without food this winter -- perhaps this was, indeed, a worthy investment and worth some of her precious coin!). Rosie's heart swelled, watching Malconaire once again set to life with all its old familiar souls buzzing busily about the estate to help however they could even in the cold weather. Somehow, however, Rosie did not seem to feel the cold, however much her breath clouded before her, surrounded by all her old friends once again.

For her part, no matter how heavy the lumber they heaved or how high to ladder they climbed, the conversation never abated as she asked after that cousin and that aunt. It wasn't that Rosie no longer saw these people -- she was always sure to visit with baskets whenever she could -- but to see them here again put her in mind of all the festivals her parents used to bservere here with them, causing the event to take on what was, to her, a sort of party atmosphere.

With the barn fully raised again, however, and the day dwindling to evening, the villagers began saying their goodbyes and slowly peeling off back home and, with their departure, Rosie once again felt the cold.

Spotting Percy by one of the hedgerows, Rosie hurried off towards her, leaning back against the fence behind him. "I don't think the barn has ever been steadier, with such good hands reaching out to support it," she chirped. "I'd be shocked if anything else so much as budges it, come the winter!"

Of course, Malconaire sported a large number of barns, with this being only the largest (and most important) of them, so other collapses were possible -- perhaps even inevitable if the winter were terrible -- but Rosie meant what she said. Granted, she was far from a barn or architecture expert, but she did not believe the great barn was in any danger, whatever, after the help it had received today.

"Today was a good day, wasn't it?"

Rosie was a proud young woman, to be true, and did not much like serving her stepmother, but spending useful time doing something jointly with people she cared about -- that was something she did like. After all, this food would benefit the whole Malconaire community, not merely the noble family. It was a good thing they had done today, Rosie thought, done with good people, and that -- to her -- was enough to make it a good day.

"May I ask you something, Percy? Is this...Is this how you feel everyday, working at the palace, making life better for the Queen?"

She frowned. For a moment...for a moment she had forgotten. Forgotten about Roderick. Forgotten about Valentina. Forgotten...all the bad. For a moment, she'd been her father's daughter again, and not merely her stepmother's stepdaughter...or servant.

"I mean..." she shrugged, tried to brush it off. "It was how I felt when I served her...however briefly," she chuckled. "And however relatively useless. I swear, I only figured out half of what I was doing about a fortnight before I returned home."

She was exaggerating, of course, hoping to win a laugh from her often serious friend, but it wasn't that far off the mark. Her service had been brief, indeed, compared to what she'd expected. Her mother, after all, had served Eilia's mother for years before she'd at last gone to Malconaire to wed its lord.

"How..." Rosie sighed, glanced to the ground. "How are they? I'm sure things haven't been easy since..." Since the conquest? Since they'd been declared bastards? Since the riot? Rosie hardly even knew which calamity she meant. She'd hardly seen them since it had all began and she'd been sent to Malconaire with Eithne's plans in a last ditch efforto to help before the battle overtook her home, once and for all.

She turned to Percy, then, her eyes shining and confident. "I know their troubles are great, but...I know, too, however great they may be, your loyalty and bravery in the face of everything helps them to bear it. I also know they're not in a position to thank you so, as one who once served the Queen...Let me do the honors and give you a last message in her name."

Straightening from where she leaned, she smiled and looked him in the eye and said, just as she had been accustomed to doing when she was lady-in-waiting to many a court official. She took his hand. "Her Grace the Queen of All Astaira bids me bear you all her thanksgiving and gratitude in this trying time. May the guardians bless you, Percival Reaves."

Squeezing his hand, she released him and smiled softly. "Did I do her justice?"

[crispiestchickentendie]

If you ever feel like you’re stupid, today while I was waking up still I ran into a wall. Then I stepped back apologized to the wall and proceeded to run into it again. I apologized again and then finally changed direction

[thalassous]

gird up your loins.

LIKE A MAN.

— seasons greetings, and happy holidays @this-is-a-dystopian-parable !! i listened to clown bible for the very first time drawing this, and i can safely say it made me so much worse in all of the best ways! fantastic taste my friend!!

[ A BUNCH OF EXTRAS BELOW, THIS IS A WILDLY LONG POST OH MY GOD (pun intended) ]

[ ID: An animated GIF of God, Samson, Solomon, and Job from Clown Bible. God stands in front of a cloth window with a grimace on her face. The upper torsos of Samson with the text, "you don't know •", Solomon with the text, "what it's like•", and Job with the text, "to be•" flash in succession. When Job flashes past, God closed her eyes and tries to get a look at him, but is met with the blank cloth with the word, "me.", and a butterfly next to it. END ID ]

+ the much nicer og picture with our bestie job,

[cylonbarnes]

i would give suzanne collins all of my money (i have none) to write a finnick and annie prequel. from finnick's games thru annie's and up to the planning for the 75th games.... please... 10 years worth of non stop crying for meee

[pointy-pup]

Item: Chuckit! Ultra Ball, Well Loved

[errorsrandomwips]

Snow falls secret :

"If I must die looking death in the face, I would gladly walk the depths of hell so you may have a chance to live! A chance to love someone and a chance to grow fucking old! I love you, Micah- I love you so much that no amount of time could ever hope to dampen the flames. And because I love you, I refuse to watch your people....*our* people suffer...this...this is my gift to you..to them. So live your life, love someone passionately and intensely... grow old and tell tales to grandchildren tugging on your leg... but for the love of stardust and snowflakes...don't you dare forget me."

[orcelito]

Me spending money on gifts & then being like "eugh maybe I Will go in today..."

[cao-tick]

"Ok Listen [...]"

IM LISTENING.

👁👁

[Day 321] 💜

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Ok Listen somehow my pieces get harder to explain every time. um. uh. my friend suggested lineless kissing art then we went insane, then they suggested watcher grian and secret life scar so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh👍i had fun HASJKDAEHWEJ

[inkskinned]

i have spent a few days listening to the music you like. you have a tattoo of the band's logo on your ribs. you got it when you were still kind of a kid. my first tattoo was a bird instead. i did the math - we got our first tattoos in the same calendar year. isn't that kind of cool.

my mom loves hallmark movies, so i grew up thinking love would look like a firework. it feels like one, after all. it's just that my house wasn't safe. i thought love was a weapon, could be pointed at your eyes. could lose a finger to it, or teeth. my father used to say passion is everything. i thought that meant constant fighting was a good thing. i thought that meant love looked like a week of bickering, because it was worth the the weekend's boombox apology. i thought quiet love was boring. i thought love had to blot out everything, compel the body and the mind like puppetry. i thought love looks like ruining your own dinner table - but at least you set a feast.

but love looks like a scarf. your hands smoothing it down my chest, being sure each of the edges are tucked in, worried about my asthma attacks being cold-activated. i race you while i'm wearing heels, you hold my hand to guide me downhill while walking my dog. we dance in my living room to waltz of the flowers, i show you how to hold your arms in proper ballet port de bras. you write a song about looking out of my window while the snow falls. i ask you to text my friends back while i'm driving. you play dj in the front seat. somewhere on route 93, we start murmuring about secret things.

oh. there is a difference between peace and dispassion. it was never that i feared quiet, it's that i didn't know what safe felt like. i liked the chaos because it was familiar, not because it was kind. i think i used to fear the word wife. i didn't like the idea of long, lonely days and being yelled at for small things. i didn't like the idea of sacrificing my one beautiful life.

you meet my friends and make a point to learn things about them. we both get excited about the other person's passions. you read my book for hours, squinting at the small words. i try to understand basic guitar information. we talk for four hours on the phone while i string together a garland. we talk for six hours while you write a poem. i save a pintrest tip for the summer about making paper kites. i plan us a week-long trip to maine, map out my favorite places for an eventual hike. you fall asleep on the ride home, and i turn down the radio so it won't wake you up. your quiet hands fold over mine.

when i look up, the stars are brighter. how carefully you've woven gold into the corners of my life. when i move, i feel some part of my soul reflected back onto you.

oh, love is not a net. it's a blanket.

[anxiousbabybird]

Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs

I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors don’t you dare interact

Part 2

Rafayel

He’s a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.

Plans a date where he’s laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.

Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cum—got really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts

Has a secret sketch book that’s nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but there’s still quite a few he drew from memory.

Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. It’s his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.

Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with you—has a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him

Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.

Xavier

He’s definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep

His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.

Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesn’t let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes he’s following you but it’s just because you’re brave and reckless and he worries)

When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no hands—makes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, he’s eating you for his pleasure)

Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times

Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission

Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants to—falls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is

Zayne

Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures he’d made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)

Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows you’re super busy so you don’t forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesn’t mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)

Prefers kisses over hugs, except when he’s sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)

Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed

Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, “I was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I don’t want you in excess pain because of me.”

Loves when you want to lay on his chest when he’s reading through cases and medical journals at night. He’ll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest

Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down

Into bondage—specifically he likes to tie you up so you can’t escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really can’t help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going

Tags: @adaurielle @luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps

[localcanadiancreature62]

MOTHERFUCKER. BILL YOU ASSHOLEEEE

do you think bill made ford drop the snow globe on purpose