#tangled words

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[storiesaremylife]

Just a little something from the series I'm working on because brainrot

"What do you even know about me?" Cheyenne rounded on him, causing him to flinch back. Normally she'd feel bad, but she wasn't feeling much of anything right now. Or, more, she was feeling so much she couldn't identify it all. All she knew was it hurt, a burning pain in her belly that needed to find a new home. "What even am I to you? Some kind of charity case?"

    "What?" Aiden's blue eyes widened and he held up his hands. "No of course not. How could you think that?"

    "How could I not?" She shot back. "Look at me! Some poor little human you have to take care of."

    "That's not--"

    "You couldn't even begin to understand me! You, you live in this huge house in the East End with all your rich friends."

     "It's not exactly a h--"

     "You have everything, Aiden! You're beautiful and smart and you have a loving family and so many friends. You're good at everything! You have freaking superpowers, my God!"

     "I don't have superpowers," Aiden argued, which was absolutely the wrong thing to say. That lump inside her grew hotter and she began ticking things off on her fingers.

     "Super speed. Super strength. Magic tattoos. Need I go on?" He opened his mouth again but she was on a roll. "What even am I compared to that? How dare you sit in judgement of my family? You... just some rich boy playing games."

     Aiden flinched as though she had hit him. She supposed she may as well have. "Anna, you know that's not true. I was just--"

     "And another thing! My name is Cheyenne. Not Anna. You know that. You don't even respect me enough to call me by my name!"

    "That's not fair!" Aiden was finally raising his voice. Good, Cheyenne thought. Get mad at me. Make me feel something. "You know damn well I only give nicknames to people I care about!"

    "You don't call Micah by any nickname. But he's one of you so maybe--"

    "Micah asked me not to, and besides that that's not the point." He strode forward-- his legs were so long it only took him two steps to cross the room to her; it was so unfair that someone younger than her who hadn't even hit his growth spurt yet was still so much taller than her-- and gripped her shoulders. "Anna... Cheyenne... You're not some kind of joke to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about your mom when I dont even know the whole story. I just... you don't deserve to have someone talk to you like that. It's not fair."

    Cheyenne couldn't get air to her lungs. Aiden held her gaze, and she was trapped in the depths of his eyes. They were such a strange color, practically indigo and yet deeper, more saturated. She could get lost in those eyes for days. She wanted to pull back, put distance between her and the hitching breaths that brought his chest so close to hers. Breathing his air like this, looking at that face that looked as though it had been carved specifically for her... she couldn't stand it. But he wouldn't release her shoulders.

    "I'm not playing games with you," he said, voice quiet but intense. "I don't see you as some kind of charity case, or a hapless Mundane, or anything like that. I see someone who is amazing and smart and strong, and who deserves to have a mother who recognizes that."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

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[sboochi]

Forget about I Want What They Have referred to ships, this is the ideal friend group

[pointlessjey]

Out of everything that could've possibly made me want to draw I was not expecting it to be a tangled series. But... cassandra you stole my heart

[ohno-wallace]

Behind closed doors he’s a ball of nerves

[dasketcherz]

Actually trying to look closer into Quirin's character is quite intriguing. We only saw super few glimpses of his time as a knight of the dark kingdom, and what they showed us was his caring and hospitable side towards the people of umbra: like looking after the king's well-being and being attentive as much as he can in assisting to make sure their people were evacuated safely.

But he's also a member of the brotherhood, yknow, the organization that swore to keep guard of the moonstone, a group of people trained to be ruthless warriors. And I like to think before he was the gentle simple farmer the show introduced us to in the beginning, Quirin probably had his fair share of callous personality during his time as a brotherhood member just as much as his brother and sister are. (And that maybe his relationship with meeting Ulla, someone bright in mind and spirit who was full of curiosity and wonder, helped bring out his much softer side)

Quirin had an innate desire to serve and protect his people even if it meant taking the more questionable route to get it done when deemed a necessity, while Ulla had an innate strong willingness to act upon her personal convictions even if it meant putting everything she's got on the line just to prove a point and be heard.

and Varian exhibits the perfect mix of both those traits—truly his father and mother's son. Perhaps a dark streak runs in the family as a whole after all.

[mylittleredgirl]

stumbling back to the safety of the castle (star trek fandom) covered in blood from the front lines (the wiki of any other fandom that doesn't separate on-screen canon from random shit that happened in a novel once)

[tddoodles]

Okay, listen Courtney as a deer faun

[pocketscribbs]

From earlier this morning

I do character rants when I’m excited lol

Tangle and Lanolin’s dynamic honesty intrigues me more than Tangle and Whisper with how it’s been developing

[shisasan]

I’ll only unravel for hands that know how to hold me.

[hajihiko]

You should draw it

It looked like this

[spacebabesuki]

ok but hear me out

[ladysomething]

I forget, is it snippet wednesday or full chapter wednesday today?

hi!

it is snippet Wednesday, and I did post one last night, but after the day we've alll had .. fuck it, lets have another one.

this one will also be heavily edited before it makes it's way to ao3, so that's exciting! yay for seeing the process!

“You can talk to me,” Max murmurs, voice so endearingly awkward and unsure. “If you want. I—I’ll listen.” 

He’s so nice. He’s always so nice, always just wants to be kind to him, but Charles doesn’t think he deserves it. 

“Why would you do that for me?” Charles asks, sniffling loudly. 

It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic. 

“You know why,” Max answers, a little helplessly. 

Charles’ heart squeezes, so painfully it makes him whimper. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve Max, and his unwavering loyalty, his dedication to keeping Charles safe even when he was being such a dick. He definitely doesn’t deserve to still have Max’s love, even when Charles can give him nothing back.

“I’m sorry,” Charles says, but it comes out almost as a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so mean to you and now you’re stuck with me forever and I can’t even . . .” 

“Stuck?” Max asks, clearly bewildered. Charles doesn’t blame him—he’s just as confused at his own behaviour. It makes him cry harder, because Max is being so gentle, even though Charles is acting crazy. “What on Earth makes you think I feel stuck? If anything, you’re the one stuck with me.” 

“You are,” Charles cries, fists tightening in Max’s shirt. “You’re so nice, and you always defend me, even though Lando was right, because I can’t make any food and you always have to do it and maybe I can’t have kids but everyone keeps telling me that you want them! I’ve ruined everything. I ruined your life, and my life, and what if I can’t even win the Championship? What if I’m not good enough? And—and—Kelly! What about Kelly? Jean-Luc is here, all the time, and not with Kelly and Penelope and it’s all my fault, I’m so stupid, I don’t know why all of you would do this for me! I’m not worth it, I’m not, Max, I’m so stupid.” 

Max rubs gentle, soothing circles on his back as Charles sobs desperately into his neck. He doesn’t even know where half of that came from, which just makes him cry more. 

What is he even saying? What is he talking about? He really is so fucking stupid—

“You’re not stupid,” Max whispers fervently. “Don’t even say that. You’ve been put in an awful situation and you tried to make the best of it. That doesn’t make you stupid.” 

Charles sobs loudly, rubbing his wet face against Max’s shirt. 

“Don’t be nice to me,” Charles whispers desperately. “I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me.”

[casualavocados]

You look better this way. What way? Nothing. I couldn't get a hold of you for days. Did you work undercover in the school and help Zherui investigate?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 08

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I am going insane