#trying to crosspost more

[ozmodai]

detectives be like "he's my partner" ummmmm ok gay

(📿jishen: @kimquatz)

[makesyouevil]

? → ??? → ⁉️⁉️⁉️

[ciphox]

alisaie alphinaud shb headcanons. i guess

[die-lian-hua]

girl breakfast (it’s 1:45pm)

[ginsays]

something something the party don't start 'til i walk in

[bardsichord]

he's missing breakfast for this shit

[jjohhuii]

to the me in the depths of despair

[ultopias]

just another day at the hospital...

the ask before this made me remember i haven't posted this one here...! an example why i want them to already have started dating at this point xD so i can draw this kinda stuffs HAHAHAHA

[serenescribe]

glaciers melting in the dead of night Fantasy High | 194k (and counting!) | 7/? chapters done Summary: In another universe a step to the left, Adaine Abernant and Oisin Hakinvar are paired together for a project in the first week of freshman year. This doesn’t change everything — but it changes just enough. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55871113/chapters/141867796 (Contains spoilers for FHJY)

hi. do you like tragedy and inkblade? maybe both together? please read my horrible child (glaciers) that has rapidly spiralled out of hand (will break 100k with the next chapter). it's just your standard canon divergence! our two dear wizards (adaine and oisin) knowing each other two years before junior year. having being friends all that time... there's a lot of changes that come with that — good, bad, and very bad :)

anyways. i'm finally giving glaciers the crosspost it deserves here! for however much it is killing me writing it, i do love working on this so much. if anyone reads it ily ♡

[donnyclaws]

Slowly getting back into the swing of things. I should be set for a support benefit, but I'll keep doing commissions on and off just to try rebuild my savings and see to some other shit like getting clothes or replacing my broken bed. I'm going to post a Lot of Horror Tropical stuff as well now that it's all done, and fixing to make a video about it. Look out. Needless to say I'm very much burnt out and rocking with an extended flare up at the minute. Thank you all for your patience forever 🫁

[alexo-lotl]

The reason I was looking into Mechanisms-esque makeup, btw

My area hosted a queer prom (and by 'my area,' I mean it was mostly my lovely and incredibly talented boyfriend who planned it - holy FUCK he's impressive) and, well, the theme was time travel, but. I don't really own any time travel-ey clothing, and this outfit isn't very good on it's own. Easy solution: throw on the makeup of the immortal time travelling space pirates.

We did speed friending, and everyone except three specific people complimented it lol. Those three people had better watch out /j

[ironicsoap]

Every time an acquaintance or friend sees me irl they're like holy shit you look just like your fursona. So I think I've achieved the perfect design for her

[deevotee]

when finny learns that flowers in ciels room could mess with his asthma, he starts begging tanaka to teach him origami and paper crafts who cant say no to him

ciel comes into both his study and bedroom filled with paper flowers decorated all over

not all of them are very good, but there are lots of his favorite flowers and it pulls on his heart strings a little

he complains about the lack of skill, but declines sebastians suggestion to take them down, instead ordering him to help finny with his art skills

he even takes one of the best looking ones on a morning where he's not going out so he can pin it to his lapel

finny just about faints when he sees his master wearing one of HIS flowers he made for him, and he rides that high for a good two weeks

[luce-speaks]

Down by Garden, After Dark (Faker Emblem)

(Set at the end of Act 3).

The royal palace of Sargas is a crowning achievement, a monument to power. Its black stone spires seem to challenge the sky itself to single combat; its spiked walls serve to deter all other challengers. It is a place of strength and fear, of cold weather and cold silence.

Behind that palace, there is a garden.

The garden is the kind of place one uses to get away from the palace without ever truly leaving its walls. The plants there are strong too, strong enough to withstand the fierce snows of Sargas, but softer in their edges and kinder than the black stone. Most importantly, the garden is quiet, empty of people and muffled by snow.

“I thought I might find you here,” Lyall says, voice barely above a whisper.

Valerius startles anyway. “Lyall! I didn’t hear you approach.”

Lyall half-smiles. “I’m a lot quieter without armor weighing me down.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You have negotiations to attend to, don’t you?”

“So do you.” Lyall grins, crooked, careless. As if the war between their nations is nothing to her. “Come on. They’re talking trade policy right now. It’ll be a while before anyone comes looking for us.”

Valerius follows wordlessly as Lyall moves deeper into the gardens. Lyall does enough talking for the both of them.

“This place really hasn’t changed a bit, huh? It’s nice to see something’s the same… feels like everything these days is changing faster than I can keep up. Did you hear about what happened to Lord What’s-His-Name? The guy with the fish?”

Valerius wants to enjoy this time together—wants to take in Lyall’s voice for as long as he’s willing to talk, wants to learn of everything that’s happened in ten years apart. But unease blankets over him like the snow on the garden, and he can’t seem to shake it away. Especially once he realizes where Lyall is taking them.

He reaches out to grab Lyall by the wrist, stopping them from escaping through the hole in the wall. “Lyall, wait. We shouldn’t leave the castle grounds. This is where we got attacked before, remember?”

“So you do remember.” Lyall turns and reaches for Valerius’ free hand, holding it gently, making no move to pull him toward the wall. He looks wistful, almost sad. “Running away out here with you and Sam and Odessa… it was the last time we really got to see each other. When we weren’t crown princes—” he motions at Valerius—“or generals. I just… wanted to go back there.”

“I don’t know if we can,” Valerius says. “But… a walk in the woods sounds quite nice.”

Lyall smiles. “Perfect.” Then he breaks away from Valerius’ touch, unceremoniously shoving aside the hedge that covers up their little escape route. A few loose leaves land among his blue hair, though he doesn’t seem to notice. He gestures forward, beckoning Valerius through. “After you, then.”

For the first time tonight, Valerius smiles too. He steps through the opening, leaving the dark spires and cold stone walls behind him, and a weight seems to lift off his shoulders. Maybe Lyall is right—the rift between countries need not separate them personally. Maybe Lyall will stick around a while when the negotiations are over. Maybe, just maybe, everything will be alright.

[sentfromwolves]

✦ NANOWRIMO (x) 1LINEWED ; HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW—

“So it is true,” the demon murmured. “That mythical power of the True Witch. You can see all of it, can’t you? Everything.”  Everything. What a small word for what it was. The way Nemesis could touch a rock in Greece and witness the rise and fall of an empire. The way he could cup the blood of a sacrificial lamb in his palms and feel the knife cut its throat. Yes, when Nemesis whispered to the world, the world whispered back. But the world could demand things of him too.

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[querikoche]

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