#we have a new twist

[crimson-roots]

third life season 4 (the bachelor). jimmy is the bachelor btw. if you even care

[sopuu]

consumed by the moss

[egophiliac]

lostinthebookwithstitch.jpg

this is all I can muster right now, too busy having my brain absolutely melted by the September schedule, what is happening

[heynhay]

scene from where the apple falls by @jupiters-junipers :-) wholeheartedly recommend any and all of her work

[skyenish]

CW: Blood, Knife | For Halloween this year, my Yuu decided to go as American McGee’s Alice! | Twisted Wonderland OC art ✏️ |

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[citrusai]

taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.

[llondonfog]

my baby, here on earth, showed me what my heart was worth

thank you so much to @tacc0yak1 for my commission, the best holiday present is our resident bat dad fussing and fretting over his human son!! 💚

[coalitiongirl]

Regina cuts her off, her stomach roiling. “You talk about me with Henry?” Emma shrugs. “You come up sometimes. He really does care about you. And I think you care about him.” “You think?” Regina demands, and her fists tighten. “You think?” Emma turns away from her, focuses on Henry on his swing. Regina follows suit, letting the sight of him calm her. He’s going higher and higher, and he kicks off his shoes when he’s at the top of the swing, sending them flying across the playground. It’s so normal, so much like a scene from a year ago, before everything had fallen apart. “I wasn’t sure,” she says. “I didn’t know if you…if you saw him as something to have. Or if you really loved him.” Regina seethes. Something in her chest withers and dies. She’s furious. She isn’t hurt, because she will never give Emma Swan the power to hurt her again. “This town still stands only because Henry is inside of it. And you think that I don’t love him?” Emma doesn’t respond to the threat, which had been stupid and will set Regina’s time with Henry back again, she’s sure. “You didn’t kiss him. When he was…after he ate that turnover. You didn’t even try to kiss him awake.” Regina had sat in the hospital room and wept, had felt the world falling apart around her, and no, she had not kissed Henry as Emma had. How arrogant it is, to believe that a kiss can work magic. How privileged it is for the laws of the world to break only for you. “I am no Charming,” she spits. “I don’t get beautiful fairytales, and I don’t expect them. Forgive me for being a realist.” Emma is silent. When Regina turns, Emma is watching her again, and there is a lingering something in her eyes. Not quite pity, not quite sorrow. But understanding, and Regina hates seeing it more than anything else. Hates the way that her heart leaps, and the next few breaths hitch and don’t emerge right.

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.

[cyath]

How are we feeling about book 7 coming out this month😀?

[snazzi-strawberri-artz]

AUGHH CLASS ASSIGNMENT YIPPEEE!!! Had to make cut out silhouette designs for 3 of our characters!!!

[bookshelfdreams]

sowing: I learned how to use a handspindle with a distaff recently (like you see in historical pictures) and it's SO easy, it's literally so easy, I never really got the hang of hand spindles before but this is so easy, the yarn almost spins itself, I could go through this entire 200g braid in 3 days, I could spin enough to make a whole garment!! Bow before me! I am the king and queen of fibre crafting!!!!

reaping: ouch my hand :(

[certainwizardlady]

The reality of living with the borrowers. At this point just steal it, I don’t want it returned.

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[aballadforbarbatos]

cw: body horror?

hanahaki but as your days are coming to an end and your candle’s burning out, a bouquet of gorgeous flowers just sprouts from your face and your affections are clear for everyone to see. a parting gift for those around you. pity from the cancer in your body that you might still be saved.

asmo, mammon, and levi all scream and satan stutters out “h-hana-hanahaki-”

they beg you to tell them which person it is, promising that whoever it is will definitely love you back. if it means you won’t die, then they’ll gladly let their heart be shattered. some throw their hat into the ring by proclaiming their love first, desperate to stop the decay.

maybe that works. maybe it doesn’t.

pain wracks your body as the flowers grow and cover your face. blind and unable to speak, petals filling your throat, you couldn’t tell them even if you wanted to. your candle flickers, threatening to go out earlier than expected.

the devildom grows still as its inhabitants wait for news of you. luke, simeon, and raphael have all taken to praying for your well-being. even solomon tries his hand at it.

the flowers tell the story for you anyway- whether they’re white and gold, red and black, or varying shades of blue, your disease lays it all bare for these witnesses at the cost of your life. a helping hand gone wrong.

if they don’t catch on in time, the bouquet remains even as your soul leaves your body, pristine and as beautiful as you once were. an immortal reminder of what could’ve been.

and if the right person and returns your love, the bouquet will die; flowers wilting before you both, breaking the barrier between you. the petals stop constricting your throat enough for you to say:

“i love you too.”

(does this even really count as hanahaki… i just wanted to write it idk)

[br3adtoasty]

What’s a Valentine’s Day without a cupid to blow your heart away? 💕