#summershore

[0tappaja0arts]

How did Kvothe met Blackfang? What's their relationship like? (W Iron too)

They live in a city called "middley town" (i know it's confusing bare with me) and the local schools (Trafó & Manticore) organize three events each summer called SummerShine (Mid-June), SummerShore (Late July), and SummerShade (Late August). They're essentially one big student party (from both schools) for them to socialize.

Kvothe essentially didn't want to go, but Argar (the principal of Trafó) forced him to go to at least one event. Summershore it was, on the beach, everyone having a blast except Kvothe being emo and sitting in a corner.

Blackfang and Iron were already (kinda) friends, just casually hanging out as sophomores before deciding to shit on Kvothe for being so emo. So yea they casually spawned into Kvothe's life I guess 😭😭💀

I don't think they're that close, it's really for them to just spend time out of boredom. Blackfang isn't a person's person, Iron rather bands together with Manticore's trio, and Kvothe has Requiem and Deric for close friends.

[ricordikliks]

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[lugiepie]

horse time

fun story i got covid and binged a bunch of mlp while my sinuses self destructed. now that i know evil alicorns exist here is mine. summershore mystery, aka HULDRA THATS RIGHT BABEY MMM SLAP COW TAIL AND EVERYTHING SHE WILL EAT YOU. if g5 cant have changelings then it can have a whole huldra ok bye now

[followingofchriist]

❝ Then I saw thrones, and they sat on them, and judgment was given to them. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony of  Jesus and because of the word of God, and those who had not worshiped the beast or his image, and had not received the mark on their forehead and on their hand; and they came to life and reigned with Christ for a thousand years. ❞                                                               Revelation 20:4

A selective independent horror oc based in the original setting of Summershore, Maine, a town gripped by a series of mysterious religious themed killings dubbed the Disciple Murders. Nathan Lefevre, a man controlled by fanatic devotion to the gospel and haunted by biblical hallucinations and delusions compelling him to cleanse the world of those he deems sinners for the second coming of Christ after his untreated symptoms progress. 

          Inspired by the works of Stephen King, John Carpenter, David Lynch and Catholicism

✞ Biography  ✞ Verses ✞ Guide ✞ Rules ✞ Aesthetic  ✞ Musings  ✞ Headcanon 

[mundo-misterio]

Ruina roja - Creepypasta

Ruina roja – Creepypasta

Anuncio publicitario Tiempo de lectura estimado – 19 minutos Cada dos fines de semana tengo el hábito de visitar Janine's Mercantile, un mercadillo cubierto en las afueras de la ciudad al que he llamado mi hogar toda mi vida. Summershore, Wyoming. Quien haya nombrado a esta ciudad debe tener un gran sentido del humor, lástima que no frene a mucha gente. La última vez que verifiqué, el censo nos…

[followingofchriist]

                                                              ||||       @holyfailed​      |     starter call

                                          “But... Your necklace.” He couldn’t  f a t h o m   it. Wearing his faith as a mere accessory rather than holding it true as a belief. He almost seemed distraught at the though of it, thin lips turned in a pout. The last thing he wanted was to ignite her fury once more, the minutes of silence came to him as temporary ease despite the need for their conversation to continue. He loathed the idea of interaction, merely tolerating it at the best of times, it making his blood boil at others. 

          The sensation was strange, o v e r w h e l m i n g . The mixture of     malice     and personal misery    - inflicted -   by her previous words rotting his mind twisting his thoughts into vindictive sin. He balled his fists, knuckles whitening as the skin tightened from his grip. It wasn’t as if the police back home weren’t familiar with him and his outbursts on scorned lovers in what he deemed righteous violence against them. He wasn’t in Summershore anymore though. A night in jail could turn a life sentence should he not be careful. 

                                            -     “     I’m just saying it’s disrespectful.    ”