#waiting to meet you (open.)

[i-am-l-ananas]

just because your peers are reaching “life milestones” before you doesn’t mean you’re falling behind in life. You’re not behind in life. You’re not you’re not you’re not you’re not and maybe someday you’ll believe it

#one of those nights folks! #I know when and if a person reaches so called life milestones is arbitrary!!! But why am I so behind??? #it’s just. more people I grew up with are getting married and having kids #I don’t even think I want kids!! #it’s just that it goes along with them having the relationships and stability to do so!! #and I’m envious of that! #and it’s pathetic that I still blame all the bullying I went through for my lack of relationships when I know it’s really my own fault #for not bettering myself and going out and meeting people and instead waiting for a future where I’m no longer disgusted with my body #ack sorry if you opened the tags only to be slapped in the face with vent #it be like this sometimes

[cuubism]

hello friends. despite my 9 million existing dreamling wips i'm feeling the need to branch out a bit for the sake of my mental variety. what pairing other than dreamling should i write a little something for? could be romantic or platonic

other way of phrasing i guess: any pairings you really want to see more fics for in the fandom?

#i actually do have one someone asked me for ages ago i've been meaning to get to so i'll try to do that too #bonus points if it still involves dream bc you know i love dream XD #probably wont do any romantic pairings /between/ the endless because well yeah #but open to exploring pretty much anything else... feel free to send whatever if you want. dont worry about if i'll like it #if i can't vibe with it or find it uncomfy i just won't write it no harm no foul #not me soliciting little prompts fully knowing that motivation is a fickle beast and who knows if i would get to writing them XD i want #to though! or like. idk. if anyone wants to share headcanons about their favorite pairings i am happy to receive them #the sandman #a couple that are bouncing around my head already: #rose meeting desire. this could be really interesting i think (they are of course her grandparent) #calliope and lucienne post-calliope's imprisonment: i think their dynamic could be interesting since they both have/had close relationships #with dream. but of course calliope's relationship with him fell apart. i think lucienne with whatever context of it she had would probably #be sympathetic to calliope's perspective but still staunchly On Dream's Side so the speak bc she is ultimately very loyal to him... could b #an interesting convo. #additionally - calliope and johanna. both suffered things recently. both had curious interactions with dream where they recently saw both #his vicious side AND a kinder more understanding side of him... [dream gave rachel a peaceful death at johanna's request etc] #but they've come out of their suffering really differently (granted it was different types of suffering. but) #wow here i am asking for people's ideas and then just coming up with my own XD #anyway #wait two others: i'm fascinated by the potential dynamic of lucienne and the corinthian they only had like one short scene together in the #show but can you imagine. spending eons being loyal to dream and then going opposite directions with that loyalty. being among dream's inne #circle so to speak except lucienne is her own entity while corinthian was /created/ by dream. they have the most fascinating venn diagram o #personality traits and narrative positions... #secondly. and this is kind of crack. but like. imagine johanna and corinthian in the same room XD 'hi i'm an exorcist and this is my pet #serial killer' 'yeah my lord gave me a vacation to go kill some demons' why doesn't he try to kill johanna? bc she tried to destroy him #first time they met and he can't help but respect it XD

[wildstar25]

G'raha looked so serious while he pleaded his case to venture into the World of Darkness with the Warrior of Light. The sudden conviction in his tone had Arsay at a loss for words. Still, she did not hesitate to meet his request with an accepting nod. He was an important friend and in the passing moons that they'd come to know each other, a strong fondness for him had taken hold of her. The prospect of helping G'raha find the truth behind his mysterious inheritance made Arsay's heart pound. It was the perfect venture for them to embark on. The first of many, she hoped. The two turned towards the impossibly tall spire that dared to pierce the heavens above. Arsay's resolve strengthened in its presence. When they next find themselves gazing at the tower -with their quest completed and the world no longer under threat of total destruction- she'll properly ask G'raha to be a companion in her travels. A grin crept its way onto her face as her gaze shifted to him. If Arsay could find it within herself to bare her heart to others so readily just as he does… perhaps their future adventures will find them together, hand in hand.

#ffxiv #wolgraha #WOL posting #G'raha tia #Arsay Nun #graharsay #idk just a random passage in my head that I needed to get out #im not a writer and im not pretending to be one but it was in my brain so sorry if its not as readable as I think it is #anyways imagine you are the loneliest catgirl in the world #and you meet a guy who is so swagless and cringe but in a charming way and he connects with you on a fundamental level #and you become really good friends and every time you show up he smiles in a way that makes your heart do somersaults #and you start thinking that maybe people actually like having you around not just when they need you to kill and destroy things #you let yourself open up a little and you're met with kindness and you realize you are very in love actually #but because you're still figuring out how to talk about your feelings you wait a little too long #and that guy seals himself up in a tower and tells you he'll think about your heroism in the future #and you are very sad and angry about this but thats not allowed so instead you put that energy to being the hero of all time #and every day you go to work you see the structure that reminds you of him and you cant let go of those what if feelings n ur cursed 5ever #would that be fucked up or what

[thebirdandhersong]

this would be torturous if it weren't so funny :)

#translation: i am focusing on the funny part because if i dont it WILL feel torturous #it is like one of them 1930s comedies where a girl who's doing her best (me) is doing her best to NOT run into boy #because you know you DO have to take measures to guard your heart when things are going off the rails. (i'm not happy about this but i know #it's good for me to at least not seek out every opportunity to see him.) #but who KEEPS running into boy because she keeps trying to not do it #today was the third or fourth time this week i think. Lord help meeeee #i had a >:O moment last sunday when i was congratulating myself on avoiding a 'coincidental' meeting i usually seek out #and was opening the door to leave and bam he was on the other side. i could've wept with hysterical laughter. #the waiting room chapter

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

every night i wake up and say "this is the night i respond to my friends' messages" and every morning i say "i swear i'll do it when i wake up"

#repeat repeat repeat until you get stuck on that cycle of guilt and forgetfulness and guilt and stress and guilt and Oops Forgot Again and- #see this is why i'm really bad at making/keeping friends!!! #bc i meet someone and then they text me and then i Never Reply #bc i wait too long dithering on how to answer or i forget to open it and then its Been too Long #biting myself so so hard #mentally. not physically. im not into that. ....probably #hmmm apologies for Venting On Main im just feeling this intensely before i turn in #yet another day of telling myself ill do something important and another day of not doing it #absolutely unprompted #unfortunately i also tend to do this with asks/replies and it kills me inside every time #not as much as accidentally ghosting people i care about but Wowzah #i simply cannot escape this mental block when it comes to anything #i still have to reply to my grandpa's responding father's day text. its been a week. #wailing howling clawing my way into the cold dark earth etc

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Emptied Spaces

Vi recalls her first nights as a new recruit to Zaun.

From a work in progress set after 'heron blue,' an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and hurt/comfort abound.

A series of tinny pricks muddle the air. 

"He's not all bad, you know," her sister mumbles. 

Vi presses her nails into her palm. 

In her mind's eye, a litany of refusals. 

She sees the stairs down to the storeroom—their old room—that she'd found boarded up, paint streaked over the walls: a glaring, caution-taped denial to any who dared to enter. She sees Jinx slumped at the bar, dotting black varnish on her nails, flippant as anything to Vi's tight-mouthed questions of what had happened to their things; if there was anything left.

Just ghouls and ghosts, Jinx had said, in an accent not her own, and shot a whip-fire glare through her fringe. Then she'd grinned, cold and feline. Droused on, Key's in Silky's desk, if you care that much.

Like that room was nothing more than an ill memory, to her. Her and Vi's things. Mylo and Claggor's things. Mom and Dad's things. Vander's—

Like all of it wasn't theirs, anymore.

(Never had been.)

They had new rooms, now—ones of their own, only paces down that dark-lamped hall from each other.

Just days prior, that rat had dangled hers in front of her, in some twisted attempt at an olive branch.

It had ridiculous wallpaper and jade-tinted windows; furnishings absurdly ornate, for all their simplicity; shelves upon shelves filled with books she'd never read. They'd given her a bed with smuggled silk sheets and feathered pillows—the kind any Fissure brat in their right mind would dive into, relishing in the best sleep they'd had in years. A luxury all of them deserved. 

Her own room. A real, proper room.

Not four walls and a cot.

(Not a room with Powder.)

In silence, that bastard had stood behind her: smoke and spice on his clothes, a chill like an autumn sea seeping off his bones. The shadow of his suit had lingered in her periphery, unnervingly still. Spindly hands folded at his back; too-clean shoes canted, unmoving. 

Will it suffice? he'd graveled, eventually.

Vi'd fought down the urge to scoff.

Suffice.

As if he couldn't give a damn that he'd paid for it all on the backs of children carting industry wares as much as vials of liquid death; hadn't taken up his keep in their home, Vander's home—claimed the damned thing unrightfully as his own—and now had carved out a pathetic share to toss back to her.

Vi'd found her voice. Our old room was fine.

Hands ticking at his back. If you'd prefer to sleep on the boxes, then be my guest.

She said you emptied it.

Silence ebbing, knifing. A heaviness had snared around his bones: the kind that had rage smelting around it, slow-simmered and tightly leashed: one that set the hairs on her nape rising.

In it was an image. A memory he wouldn't give her the privilege to share.

She didn't want to picture it.

Powder, eleven years old, bruises on her cheek, standing alone in the center of that storeroom. 

Powder, frozen, for minutes or hours or ages—a tattered bunny squeezed between her hands, blood still on her clothes—before the screams finally tore their way out of her.

She didn't want to picture it—but the thought had itched within her, like a virus. She couldn't blink it out.

It's been emptied enough, Silco had answered her: a slither of a hiss. His mismatched stare had veered away, notched to an unseen point in the wall.

Under your orders? Vi'd pressed on.

Another tick of his fingers.

He'd known they'd already spoken about it. That she was aware, by then, that it was Powder—Jinx—who wanted nothing to do with that room: who couldn't sleep in it, couldn't stand to be in it; could only hover at the foot of those stairs, boots welded through the floor, every time this shark-skinned thing offered for her to go through her belongings and do with the space as she wished. 

A denial Vi couldn't grapple with had pooled nauseously in her. One he'd had no qualms in laying out to dry.

I will remind you, Silco had said, placid for all its venom, once, by whose request you are here. And he'd stared her down, like a beast waiting to strike: head tilted, eyes inhuman: chloroform polluting the sea-foam of the living one, magma igniting the ore of the dead. 

Nothing but a dull indifference. Bemusement glazed beneath a fanged snarl. 

He didn't see her as a threat, she'd realized. Not as mirrored strength to be wary of, the way Vander had. 

In the path of his leering, she felt like a child. A gutless, gut-twisted kid.

Like a pair of boxing gloves squeezed shamefully behind her back, and her father's glare simmering above her, a finger lifted slowly between them—Don't you leave her alone, again. 

In his image, the words twisted. A different voice. A dead eye. A threat that bastard didn't need to speak.

She'd heard it, all the same.

Give her one reason to regret that choice, and I will see you out, myself.

"Y'know what's funny?" Jinx says, plucking another piece of metal off her knee. Vi's fingers stutter around her hair. "You've got way more in common than you think. Little spit-fire peas in a pod, really—all Zaun this, Fissurefolk that—No pickles in the stew, Jinx; No bombs in the basement, Birdie-blue." Her sister pitters into a snort, piranha-teeth gleam over the shoulder. "It's bonkers. Like I've got two of ya, now."

And Vi pictures him occupying a similar space in this bar, this room, in her sister's own head. Pictures, dreads, refuses the thought of him toiling over a stove, with little Powder's fingertips peeking against the counter: of him standing bland and impatient in the glittering eaves of a Piltie tailor, wrinkling his brow at the colors this girl insisted on piecing together; of him waking to her tear-muddled face at ungodly hours of the morning, as Vi had done so many years before, and groggily flipping back the sheets; of holding her, at all, in a space that never should have been emptied, in the first place.

The thought curdles in her throat.

Six years—nearly seven, now.

Now, her sister speaks about Powder like a dead self. She spends her free hours dancing around that monster's desk. She has nightmares more vile that the ones Vi remembers, that made voices crawl from the walls, the kind that said the nights would never end and that none of them would ever come back, never come back again (and Mom and Dad never did, and Vander was taken from them)—

And still. 

Still, after all of it—after those terrors would send her panicked and shaken into the hall, with Vi's door already cracked and waiting; after the years Vi had cared for her, reassured her, done her best to be the lovely softness that their mother was, that she feared she could never be—Jinx would go to him, first.

Vi squeezes her eyes shut. 

Slowly, the comb picks through another tangle.

"Two of us, huh?" she mutters, a fire in her chest—and denies it.

#picking up this fic again #*finally* finished the opening ahgh #i can't wait to finish this dang thing #all kinds of emotional whump you can expect here: #vi stewing over her memories/regrets of trying to raise powder - and not understanding why jinx has changed so drastically #vi thinking - both fondly and resentfully - of her and powder's father #(and refusing to accept the ways she's beginning to find points of comparison between him and silco) #vi meeting demian the gunsmith (aka silco's on/off fling winkwonk) #sister bonding time over birthday gifts #and emotional crime family shooting lessons #i'll probably cry editing it it'll be a great time #arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #writing #silco #vi #jinx

[disgruntled-lifeform]

I submitted my application to join the Weavers and Spinners Guild in my city and now I'm just waiting for confirmation to come through.

#I can't wait to say I am legit in a Guild! #It cost me about $150 CAD but the let you rent the wheels to take home or you can go use the equipment so long as they're open #mostly I'm hopeful I can meet a weaver who will teach me the ropes (ha!) for free #otherwise it will cost $350 #craftblr #hand spinning #weaving

[claymorexpunisher]

Imagine trusting a man enough to let yourself be the perfect ✨passenger seat princess✨ at least 98% of the time.

Wonder what that’s like…

#one day lmaoo #✨manifesting✨ #a couple weeks ago one of my besties asked me being single has me feeling lonely. #no im not lonely. I think loneliness can cloud your judgment and can make you make poor decisions that will have you settling for less than #you deserve just to fill that void. #so no im not lonely. i have other relationships that are just as important. #but im def more open to meeting my Prince Charming. #i used to think that relying or depending on others in some ways was a sign of weakness. but now i know that there’s strength in that. and #that it can be so freeing and beautiful. and though I do value my alone time and a certain amount of independence is important- it’s okay #to pass your burdens onto someone who’s willing to take them on sometimes. and I’ve realized that Ive been so hellbent on not being #dependent on a man bc I didn’t have a man I could depend on. ever. I didnt have that example of a man in my life who would hold it down as a #father or as a husband. but I know they exist. bc I see it on the daily. the man of my dreams is out there and I’m patiently waiting to meet #him and to love him for all eternity. #i totally might delete this later lmao. #but for now if you’re reading this word vomit- I hope you meet your person too and if you already have- I hope you cherish them as much as- #-they cherish you. ♥️♥️♥️🌹 #IM IN MY FEELINGS DONT MIND ME. #🤮 😂 #love #romance #soulmates #fate #trust #romantic relationships

[simply-mira]

setting: one week later tagged: open @classcursestarters

Mira seemed to be one of the few that hadn't been in attendance at the alumni event the week prior. She had a 14 hour night shift and couldn't even think about calling out considering how short staffed the hospital was right now. But she had heard about what happened through the grapevine, and honestly, she was kind of sad she had missed out. Everyone in her graduating class comes back home and suddenly there is drama in Lincoln City again, and she wasn't there to watch it all unfold.

But it sounds like the cops wanted to keep everyone around. Apparently they had found something that had belonged to Chris? She wasn't sure but it sounded like this cold case might not be so cold anymore.

Entering the local farmers market, Mira headed over to the fresh produce booth to shop around. As she was inspecting the peppers, she was surprised to meet the gaze of someone she hadn't seen since high school. "Oh, hey." The raven haired girl greeted, trying not to revert to the awkward teenager she was the last time they saw each other. "Heard about the alumni event, sounded crazy."

#{wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark || dash interactions} #{open || dash} #2014starter

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 3

"Life Less Frightening" by Rise Against

#song of the day #'I don't ask for much / truth be told I'd settle / for a life less frightening' #another song that when I sing it alone it doesn't sound much like the original but I do so like to sing it #check me stirring my roux humming 'these lives we live test negative for happiness' sweetly to myself #today was Friday and I'm still trying to decide if I'm satisfied with the amount of work I got done this week #I suppose I'll have to be #I had my weekly report meeting and again the updates my boss asked for in the meeting were not the ones she asked me to prepare #so I split-screened her and delivered the prepared updates as I frantically opened and updated the new request #and then when she finished making politely falsely interested sounds (I'm not bitter I'm not I'm not) she asked again for the new update #and by then I had it ready! saved it as I brought up the share-screen and showed it to her #too frustrated in the moment to be properly proud of myself but now it's hours later and I'm feeling a little smug about it #little back-pats for me #I have something like a project timeline worked out for the idiot project #and I did some good work in the garden (nasturtium growing up the post under the bird feeder. very pleased it took the transplant so well) #and I sooooort of sorted the freezer stuff. kind of. mostly we ate the things I wanted to rearrange but I've got a plan for moving forward #the last non-work thing I'd really wanted to accomplish this week was getting my queue set up again here #I've gone through my drafts and done some prep but as you can see the queue isn't actually running again yet #hopefully I'll do that tomorrow. we'll see how it goes #the queue may have to wait until Sunday because I must confess if I can accomplish only one single solitary thing tomorrow #I would like it to be six hours of uninterrupted sleep. may it please the gods I shall rest tomorrow. blessed weekend #edit: wait wait I'm a fool I'm a fool I just typed 'May 3' and still I am a fool #it's May the Fourth!! #happy star wars day my loves if I don't get the queue up today after all #it's because I'm reshuffling everything because I've got a new influx of SW posts to distribute!!

[dirt-str1der]

just wanna say im obsessed with your mind and i read your posts about kiryu like the morning paper. thank you for your service

(Sweats) e-even the ones about him laying eggs ?

#Thanks for the ask ! #HIIIIII thank you for reading my posts im really a serial rambler so that is no easy feat. i just had a lowkey nightmare that was insect #based so its nice to think about different kinds of eggs once in a while. sorry for the eggs i just learned the word gravid and i cant stop #saying it !!! i literally opened tumblr to make another post about kiryu i was gonna say he was probably antisocial in his childhood which #is really a miracle any girls managed to notice him at all. and i believe that he was very dismissive of his clothing and appearance because #you know when youre young and trans and havent realised it but you just randomly hate everything about your appearance and dont even knowwhy #i think his hair was always too long and too shaggy and he would let nishiki comb it sometimes because he really could not stand his mane #and sometimes when it gets wayy too long and shitty the sunflower caretaker would drag him outside and just cut a chunk of it off with a #knife and kiryu would have shoulder length hair for a little while... anyway i need to give him a little girlfriend like how rikiya had one #when he was in school because all trans guys need a little girlfriend or an all girl group of friends to be his girlfriends when hes a kid #so he can carry their shopping bags and wait for them outside the changing room etc and kiryu cant resist a girl so he gets a letter from #nishiki and he tells him yeah this is probably a prank to have you wait there for hours or there might be guys waiting to ambush you and #beat the crap out of you. and kiryus like Nobody beats the crap out of me except our dad. and goes to meet this girl and he actually agrees #to go out with her and this is the thing that keeps him in school because otherwise he would literally not go. like hed walk with yumi and #nishiki and the rest of the kids at sunflower that he doesnt care about to remember the names of. and he would just wave them off at the #gate and wander the town in his school uniform and then after school he’ll meet nishiki and possibly yumi at the gate (yumi probably makes #other friends but its a Must to walk nishiki home because he’ll get lonely) and when kiryu starts going out with this girl hes obligated to #walk her home so he already broke rule one but nishikis like happy for him But he has to walk home with some other random guys now and #eventually theyll broach the topic of ‘his psycho sister’ and nishiki literally has to beat a few guys up to defend kiryus honour and when #he comes back with news of how unpopular kiryu is with the rest of the guys because he looks better with short hair than they do and has a #girlfriend whos super cute. kiryu is just like damn did you commit social suicide to protect my honour? youre my best friend. but whatever #kids get over it fast. but parents dont!! and kiryu walks his girlfriend right to her front door and soon enough her parents are going to #find out that the boyfriend she keeps gushing about is a girl and straight up take her out of school to make her stop being gay and kiryus #like but ... im a boy ... punches the ground and screams to the sky. anyway enough about dysphoria simulator im here to talk about this guy #when hes a bit older because im salivating and shaking over the thought of his bootyass rip kiryu you woulda loved thongs. i think hed hate #ripped jeans but only because he thinks theyre a waste of manufacturing. its literally better for the world that kiryu decided 2 transition #because can you imagine if she was a girl and needed to wear a bra? like she would literally have an itchy back all the time which would #give her a hair trigger temper which means kamurocho a&e room will be very healthily plush indeed. god my battery is dying i need to take a #shower noww anyway really thank you for the nice message you are so sweet ... hi ...

[ragingdumpsterfire]

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#so I went to a concert on Friday #and had a really great time #it was so much fun and I hadn’t been to a concert like that in easily 15 years #but Troy was supposed to open for the show and he had to cancel #and I’m so bummed because I was really looking forward to seeing him play live #but now I just feel like this was my only chance to see him play live #and it’s just gone #it would have meant so much to experience that #but anyway #I still had a really good night just a little sad because I had been waiting so excitedly for that #and the universe is like lol nah bitch you don’t get to do that #you’ll never get to meet him #Leo rambles #about the stupid little things that manifest in my brain

[marcsnuffy]

I like that Ego and Noa's designs contrast yet parallel each other somewhat

#dark hair&eyes/light hair&eyes #actually ego always has dark eyes except for his cover #where they're light gray/white #ego's always wearing black with minor white details (his belt and his football tie) #while noa wears more colorful clothes. usually #it's either a team's uniform or baggy clothes (bllk tracksuit and his outfit in the brief flashback when ego mentioned he grew up poor) #in general #characters whose faces are obscured tend to be slightly mysterious/less open #it's a visual shorthand right? #at least before you know what they're about it works #like with nagi who has his eyebrows obscured which makes his #expressions less readable which combined with his disheveled hair should give the viewer the impression that he's lazy+monotone #same with niko the first time we meet him #and i can name many other examples like theres a lot of characters in which the opposite is true #like reo shidou barou and sendou (lots of ous) all have hair that frames their face and they're all pretty expressive #despite all that #noa and ego go against this a bit #noa's face is completely unobscured #and he has like. 4 expressions at most. #(sae is a bit like this too where he goes from bangs to no bangs but his expressions become a lot more monotone) #meanwhile ego has the bangs (eyebrows nowhere to be seen) and glasses combo #and he's deranged we know this #something somehing his mouth being the most visible part of his face something something the things he says to bluelockers affects them and #the story #wait i just saw a pic of that moment where he bends himself back during his speech my god he doesn't have eyebrows... #not having eyebrows adds Something when ur making deranged expressions #like mia goth as pearl. gaara. ego & of course snuffy #look at him smiling during the star exchange bit he looks insane (affectionate) #i ran out of tag space. i should've written all this in the post 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #txt

[digirainebow]

i didn't think jacob would be arguing with olivia, wanting it almost as much as her. what the hell. i expected the self defeated, taking one for the team attitude but actively needing it like her? when he had been trying to stop her all night? i feel like i've been blasted by a buckshot

#digi discusses #the world needs more jacobs and i just took him out of it #did he go back to being a kid again? to see the lights of possibility again? #to feel like he's doing something exciting and worthwhile again not by making art but by being “freed” by maggie's knowledge once more? #or did he. choose another timeline entirely? augh i'm gonna have to watch the ending back again...where did he go... #maggie would be turning in her graaaaaave to know he chose this. she would hate that for him she would h a t e it #the anna parallels. stuck between time only able to hear him on radios if you are lucky. fuck off #becoming an urban legend...i think he would have liked that. immortalized just like he wanted. ugh wait did riley do that for him #but the details getting lost his name becoming warped over time? i think riley (and i) would feel it was almost disrespectful to his memory #the fact he puts meeting riley on the same pedestal as saving camena. god god god god. even when they aren't friends they are. #riley talking to athena like a person like he did. i am MISERABLE #its the dys exocolonist thing all over again. he's happy and that's...good. but he could have been just as happy if he'd stayed too #every single time i think about the hug i'm going to cry #every single ending has done this to me there is literally no winning #being kinda mean to him was bad enough but this ending just feels! it feels like riley. like i. drove him to. #girl i need to log off bye #oxenfree II spoilers #yeah there's the essay. just took a minute #i will make another one about hurt healed olivia in a bit too because that. made me sob. that one hit really...close to home #he says when he was a teenager he would have fallen for it if someone told him he could open a portal in the sky and make things better #what a liar he would still do it now #EDIT: NO i knew it he says almost exactly what nona says after you hug her when you hug him. the orange-associated characters strike again

[max-arioni]

Got inspired by a pal of mine to make one of these-

My Meet The Artist Page!

To those new, hi hi how are ya! And to those who've been along for the ride- hiiiii :3

My Blog Rules are right; Here 💖

#max's art #meet the artist #artists on tumblr #digital artist #meet the artist on tumblr #artsona #this has been pretty overdue but well worth the wait! #dms here are always open!! #but I respond faster via discord communication so you wanna have chats with me I’d suggest just getting that first 😅

[melusinezephyr]

One of Us is Lonely, One of Us is Only Waiting for a Call [Open]

open starter!

Surely, it couldn't be too suspicious for a teacher of the academy to roam the halls late at night, various books within her hands, when no one else around. Forgive her for not sleeping, but she can hardly sleep a wink when there is far too much to do. She must do what she can, do what she could to bring Lord Sombron to this place. For what was she supposed to do without him? Live out her own desires? Ridiculous. There was so place for such things, she was Lord Sombron's servant first, before even herself.

Though, if a wayward student or fellow faculty member spotted the books she was holding, it was not the fact that she was out so late that would alarm them, but rather the topics at hand. She supposes that she could play it off as simple research, that a curious student had asked for advice about such things. She scoffs quietly to herself, that would never work out well for her in the end. That very well may make them only more suspicious. For what kind of student of the academy would be studying intricate dark magic rituals?

She startles at the sound of footsteps, quickly pulling the books to her chest to hide what they are. She couldn't have anyone figuring out quite yet what her true intentions here at the academy were.

"Oh, dear, what are you doing up so late? I had assume I was the only one, I'm such a curious woman, after all! But it wouldn't do most people any good to wander the halls near the library so... late at night." She smiles, hoping that was enough to throw anyone off her trail. And even if it wasn't, she would happily admit her true allegiance, not to that of the mousey man and his comrades, but rather to Lord Sombron. She would hide as long as she could, while doing her "anything for Lord Sombron" in the shadows. A truly loyal servant she was. Perhaps this time, if she managed to bring about his return he could finally grant her that selfish dream.

#ic: that's enough out of you #ic posts #thread - one of us is lonely one of us is only waiting for a call #threading: we'll meet again soon enough #supports: want me to make it better? #support: ??? #??? #toa open