Friendship? Investments? Remanence of family? Callous belonging? unvoiced depths of conscious denial, guilt and regret??? I DONT KMOW IM TOO FAR DRIVEN TO ARTICULATE, YOU BEE MYYY WOORDDDSSS DX🔥🔥🔥
"What I feel for you isn't only love, obsession, or addiction. It's all of those and more. Do you know what that means, sweetheart? It means I can't live without you, so don't you fucking dare leave me."— Twisted Kingdom by Rina Kent
neil: so are you completely off-limits or are there any safe zones?
andrew: what are you hoping for, coordinates ?
neil:
(the whole real scene is after /read more/ because im obsessed with that conversation and i think you should read it)
"Question," Neil said, but it took him a few moments to figure out the right words. "When you said you don't like being touched, is it because you don't like it at all or because you don't trust anyone else enough to let them touch you?"
Andrew glanced at him. "It doesn't matter."
"If it didn't, I wouldn't ask," Neil said.
"It doesn't matter to a man who doesn't swing," Andrew clarified.
Neil shrugged. "I don't because I've never been allowed to. The only thing I could think about growing up was surviving."
Maybe that was why this was in that gray area of what was acceptable. It didn't matter that Andrew was a would-be sociopath or a man; the idea of Andrew was so intertwined with the idea of Neil's safety that this too was a means of self-preservation.
"Letting someone in meant trusting them to not stab me in the back when terrible people came looking for me. I was too afraid to risk it, so it was easier to be alone and not think about it. But I trust you."
"You shouldn't."
"Says the man who stopped." Neil gave Andrew a few moments to respond before saying, "I don't understand it, and I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't want to ignore it just because it's new. So are you completely off-limits or are there any safe zones?"
"What are you hoping for, coordinates?"
"I'm hoping to know where the lines are before I cross them," Neil said, "but I'm open to drawing a map on you if you want to loan me a marker. That's not a bad idea."
"Everything about you is a bad idea," Andrew said, as if Neil didn't already know that.
"I'm still waiting for an answer."
"I'm still waiting for a yes or no I actually believe," Andrew returned.
"Yes." Neil took the pint from Andrew's unresisting fingers, stacked it on top of his, and leaned in. He stopped shy of actually kissing Andrew,
I’ve made the trip to Jake’s house in Ramona dozens of times, but never like this: with Nate losing his mind beside me and Maeve leaning over the center console from the back seat, staring intently at my speedometer.
Men don't cry. My Daddy taught me that. Men don't cry because they don't have time to cry. I must not be a man yet because I cried. I bowed my head and cried. - Wolfsong by TJ Klune
I love this scene probably the most in the whole book
“But if he brings a lamb as his offering for a sin offering, he shall bring it, a female without defect.”
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Emmett cut open against his skin, slow, so that the blood fell onto the page cleanly. Brian hadn’t heard it before, but Emmett was whispering something intelligible under his breath, reading off of the page in a language none of them understood. Andy pulled Brian backwards before he knew it, and shoved Tim towards Emmett, controlling them like lifeless puppets.
Tim’s hands trembled as he opened his hand, eyes wide and full of tears as he stared at the girl the whole time, right before Emmett slit open her throat.
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OH EM GEE!! HEY KISMET CULT!! Been awhile huh??? Well I’m back! I know i said that once before, I’m a little liar,,, but I mean it this time, and I’ve come with a developed style and rebrand!!! Also! IT’S PROJECT ROWANWOOD’S BIRTHDAY!!! Happy 6 years to my babies! And speaking of which, I’m finally focusing on Project Rowanwood and sharing bits and pieces of the book series with y’all. This piece features a bit of lore with the main characters, showing my character Emmett Rowanwood preforming a sacrifice,,, stay tuned to see what happens next. 👀
"-i mentally pry open a gash in the cockpit, right between the fox's eyes.
- a hysterical laugh bubbles up from my belly. It becomes all I'm capable of. I drop Yang Guang in front of me as set a tiny lotus foot on his corpse.
What do you know? I already killed him. I lifted my head, an unhinged grin on my face."
Iron widow, page 8, chapter eight "welcome to your nightmare"
Fanart of a scene as described above, from my current read, Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao.
I absolutely encourage and recommend both her books and YouTube channel! I tried drawing the 9 tails of the fox like a lotus flower to fit the lotus imagery that keeps popping up in the first act.
There's a huge content warning for sensitive and likely triggering topics regarding the book, if you ever read it I suggest taking the warning seriously.
First act is a bit tame but I can only assume it gets darker from here on out (book gives a warning within first few pages before first chapter so you know what you're getting into).
Anyway, mecha fox super cool.
please do not reupload or otherwise steal my art, reblogs are appreciated!
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