Tumgik
#i had this in my head for DAYS
2minutesnotice · 16 days
Text
Tumblr media
Rewrite The Stars
While outside was the rising sun, they had closed the curtains of Stolas bedroom.
A kaleidoscope of purples and violets, burning stars under the canopy of the way too big bed for the small Imp.
"I could create us stars, supernovas in sparks and galaxies".
A small spark circled around Blitzøs head, made him a bit dizzy.
"Whatever floats your boat", it was kinda cute, he just didn't want to admit it.
"We could name them" ,the soft voice of the Prince made him look at up to him. Stolas would always be pretty, even tousled and desperately in need of sleep, his features made him always look graceful.
Gorgeous.
He would, obviously, never tell him that.
"Ah, got any ideas already?", he played with a feather Stoals had plucked of himself as it was anyway, ready to fall out. Twirled it between his fingers, let the softness brush over his leg.
The stars sparked, tiny specks of any color, mostly red and blue, exploded over them. Blitzø had to admit that he was at least a bit in awe.
"Lovers".
33 notes · View notes
thepriceofsurvival · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
“Riko still believes he can win his father's attention with his fame. If the lord does not recover, Riko will take his anger and grief out on everyone around him."
Neil considered that, then said, "Good thing you're not there anymore."
"Jean still is," Kevin answered.
2K notes · View notes
zivazivc · 2 months
Note
do you think freesia and jd would ever get back together? or will they stay sort-of friends?
I'm not going to lie, I kinda like the idea of them starting to date again and seeing where it takes them. 🙈 freesia sneaked into my heart for some reason (she kind of started this new trend of mine where i make ocs that were created to be dicks and then me just getting protective of them and trying to reason out their awful behavior kasjsdj)
also their ship already has a #1 hater and #1 supporter, both of which are doing it for the wrong reasons...
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
isjasz · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
To chase away any bad luck
Happy new year🎇
2K notes · View notes
bitchkovsky · 8 months
Text
my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😜 this strain is called “urca de lima” 😳 youll be zonked out of your gourd 
me: yeah whatever -_- i dont feel shit
5 min later: dude i swear i just saw a witch of a puritan woman
my buddy dufresne pacing: captain flint is lying to us
3K notes · View notes
sculkshrieking · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
redrew my favorite Saw IV scene
2K notes · View notes
kcdoos · 1 year
Text
penny's theme is absolutely crazy
11K notes · View notes
alpacacare-archive · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
he dont bite
3K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
one thing about ik is that she will always reach out
5K notes · View notes
strangetorpedos · 2 years
Text
he is my wife he is my babygirl he is my ideal gender presentation
30K notes · View notes
artianwen · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You're in "the good place".
1K notes · View notes
Text
Gem would like to pretend that things are normal around Magic Mountain.
Or, well, that everyone else is normal, and she’s keeping all the weirdness to herself. She’s the one who decided to go a little creepy this season, after all, and as far as she can tell, she’s the only one smelling the rot coming from the river. All her neighbors should be fine, and have only commented that her boat burns a lot of coal fumes that sort of reek. It’s definitely not rot, and things are normal for them, and they are decidedly abnormal for her.
Which is fine! Gem wants her friends safe! Sure, she’s been hearing weird gurgling noises from the flooded caves that line the beaches, but she’s probably just hallucinating. Or maybe Scar is smacking salmon heads on note blocks again, despite living on the other side of the mountain. And sure, Impulse died and came back completely washed of color, but that’s just a demise thing. It’s just the creepy she dragged along with her- Joel’s totally fine, and that’s enough evidence for her.
Well, it would be if not for the fact that the salmon she’s been getting from fishing are starting to look…strange, all sharp-finned and much slimier than normal. And the cod, too, have far too many gills, like gashes down their sides. Grian pulls up a fish one afternoon and Gem swears it’s got six eyes, but Grian only remarks them as “weird patterning” and shoves it right into the furnace for cooking.
He’s been eating a lot of fish, recently, straight from this very river, the one that smells of rot. Caught them all himself. He’s also been fishing a lot- Gem doesn’t know the last time he worked on his base. He keeps trying to dredge up a book. She asks him one day why he keeps going if he’s already got a ton of books from the water, and he sounds haggard when he replies:
“The book, Gem. I’m not looking for a book. I’m looking for the book. It’ll give me all the answers I need. I haven’t found it yet, but the ocean will provide for me. I know it’s the next one.”
Something in the way he looks at her makes her gut twist. His eyes are empty, glossed over, and she knows the joke is that he looks like a cod, but it’s- he’s different, now, washed out and shiny skin, little to no meat on his bones, bags like pits under his soulless eyes. Something about the way he phrased that—the ocean will provide for me—makes her spine recoil back, feet dragged backwards towards her boat. A fear-stricken laugh bubbles up Gem throat as she tries to remember the last time he wasn’t fishing. When was the last time he slept?
Come to think of it, when was the last time she slept? Isn’t there a warning for those who stay up too late?
And when she tells him it’s an addiction, Grian just laughs it off, throws his rod into the sea, and pats the seat next to him. And then there she is, fishing alongside him, like she was always doing. She was planning to do this, yes. More and more of Magic Mountain arrives, plus Etho, who brings along a disc to put them in the mood. It’s a swan song.
The ocean sings back. It gives her an image of a great tall lighthouse, cherished by watery angels, who dance around it. It gives her the size, the colors, the materials to recreate it in verse. She smiles. It tells them all to knock another hermit off the list of survivors. She grins.
Before turning to join the group on their quest, Gem looks into the water one last time. Staring back is a well-kept woman with long, shiny red hair.
There is a book in her hand.
785 notes · View notes
eddievedders · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I forgive you. Don't bother.
1K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
I can’t believe Nayuta did that
7K notes · View notes
somegrumpynerd · 8 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
When your ruthless henchmen have pack bonded and continually lie in a pile like kittens
490 notes · View notes
anatomical-puppet · 14 days
Text
Tumblr media
i’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates, you’ve got a brand new key 🛼🔑
409 notes · View notes