#so devoted it corrupts

[sashisuse]

there is fire in my veins.

[snail-noodle]

imagine falling in love with the virtue of knowledge 🥺💖

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[h-doodles]

And our love is here || A webweave studying MC's part in Miranda/MC themes :)

[izloveshorses]

on va voir. if you even care.

[itsalwaysforyou]

hold me together.

kenny ortega, descendants 2 / holly black, red glove / nicole homer, underbelly / ada limon, a new national anthem / k c cramm, christmas eve forever / kenny ortega, descendants 3 / the crane wives, curses / silas denver melvin, let dead dogs lie / natalie wee, least of all

[raayllum]

me sitting here watching tdp like what's up with the fucking tree man!!

[artificialcaretaker]

Agent Firstname “I don’t think Akemi Homura did anything wrong” Stone 🫡🫡🫡

[storywestistrash]

look at my emo haiku i had to write for my creative writing class

[miraclemioart]

the most wonderful wifeguy who goes morally bankrupt after she's gone

[kami-kun1003]

what if Silver was the unhinged one

[lightgriffinsect]

not really related to last post but psychic really is better friends w repression than void is huh /lhj

[azuresquirrel]

The gif from that Mercury witch show has tempted me. What service is it on? 👀 Want to try and sell it any more on your blog cause I'd love to hear it. Ngl, 'toxic milfs' is very promising 😂😂

only saying its on Crunchyroll to cover my ass, but since the whole thing of them acquiring Funimation and other competitors, price gouging, now just purging titles from their services right after said price gouging, I will suggest that most places you can find anime online for a *wink* discount *wink* you can easily find Witch From Mercury on there.

real reason I'm answering is to make sure that the first episode is you watch is "episode zero" - it was an episode released a few months before the "official" premiere of the show but it fully is the actual First Episode of the show - if you miss it things will get REAL confusing.

it continues the fine tradition of Gundam series ultimately being about how WAR IS BAD and ECONOMICS SUPPORTING WAR IS BAD and does so in a way that I think resonates with people now more easily than 70s Gundam with its modern sensibilities. While it is Lesbian Gundam, which is what drew me to it first, it is also more than that. Season two is clear that production/episode order messed with the storytelling plans and comes off more rushed but when it hits it HITS.

and let me tell you, that MILF sure IS toxic

[hilllbillies]

louisa is a fun contrast to billie bc she is the epitome of this image:

[dottores]

crying hysterically i have such a good fic idea for post-cataclysm teyvat but i just dont have enough time for another series rn

[harleyacoincidence]

Writing Share Tag Game

I was tagged by @illarian-rambling to share some of my writing from one of my WIPs.

Tagging (with no pressure): @galactic-mystics-writes @dyrewrites @the-down-upside-finch @cafeforwriters @the-ellia-west and anyone who would like to join!

Here's another snippet from LCFL (can you tell which of my WIPs is my favourite?), which serves as the prelude for a fight between a child and a god who has beef with her:

The moon and the stars shone clearly in the night sky, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of premonition. The wind brushed by, begging me not to fall asleep. I had been having nightmares for a long while, yet something told me that this next one wouldn’t be what I was used to in the slightest. I tried to steady my breath, preparing to pull my first all-nighter since sophomore year of high school. I had forgotten how difficult staying up for an entire night had been. I’d only done it once, mostly because of a history test I had forgotten to study for. It had only been about half an hour, and I was already exhausted. My eyelids were ten times heavier than normal, and my entire body felt like it was half submerged in some sort of jelly. Sleep was a warrior, and I was losing the battle. Little did I know that the war against such a simple bodily need wouldn’t be the only one I’d have to fight that night. Without warning, I noticed that the celestial objects that had once inhabited the sky were gone. It immediately dawned on me that something was terribly wrong. Things like that don’t just disappear within a moment’s notice. The next thing I knew, I was being sucked through some sort of vortex. I screamed as I fell, then within a few seconds landed on a patch of well-kept grass. The vortex above me, which I discovered to be purple, promptly closed. I was met with a view that certainly commanded attention. Before me was the most magnificent fortress I’d ever seen. It reminded me of a Scottish castle I’d seen in a textbook once. And that, dear reader, was the worst thing it could have possibly been. I would rather see the apocalypse occurring right before my very eyes than that. There was only one reason I’d see buildings like this, and I’d stolen something from him. He watched me do it, of course he was angry! I had been so scared when I’d done it, but I had to. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was angry, vengeful. I couldn’t let him keep such a weapon in good conscience. I clutched my his the sword tightly. It was my lifeline. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make do without it. If he could warp my imagination and control time itself, this was more than just another nightmare. I wished Hemlock was there. Surely he could do something about my situation. He always knows what to do. With a flash of purple light, he appeared in the distance, sword in hand. I felt my chest tighten uncomfortably, like the first time I had tried to put on a lifejacket, and forgot to adjust it. I felt my hands begin to shake, and I couldn’t stop them no matter how much I squeezed them around the sword. I stayed frozen as he made his slow approach, moving as if he was floating just over the ground. His blade glinted as he drew closer, about fifty feet away from my position. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs just wouldn’t. I was forced to watch his agonizing stride, knowing he was merely delaying my inevitable demise. I allowed myself a shaky inhale as I glanced down at the weapon in my hand. It had changed miraculously within just a few moments. A live rose had grown on the rain guard, or chappe, as I had heard it called, with a thorny vine wrapping around the hilt and curling around the tip. The vine shifted as I gripped it differently, as if accommodating my hand so it wouldn’t have thorns stuck in it. How thoughtful of the sword.