#{{Hope this is okay! :D}}

[joffyworld]

Love, Stage Left

They say love conquers all in time,

That we can rise above and find,

The love and trust, which holds and binds,

Which sews the strings that knot and wind;

Around and round this heart of mine.

But have you ever been deep in love?

Been surrounded by your lovers hugs?

Felt comfort, belonging so hand-in-glove?

It feels so perfect and wonderous,

There's no belief it could turn to dust.

But one day when love does so fail,

When the heart is betrayed and turned so frail;

It burns and seers, it screams and wails,

But the pains never end, it rains like hail.

We imagined once, a future perfect;

Now, come the future, love hath deserted.

Left us with such fickle purpose:

A family torn, rendered dead, reverted,

A crown usurped, from higher purpose,

A leader born, one dead, accursed.

Tell me, was such a life so worth it?

But when they look into my eyes,

It's love that looks back, deep inside;

The wound that remains is healing slowly,

Far too early to call the journey-

Over with, yet so it seems,

That though our love tears at the seams;

These threads are sown from godly things-

Godly things that withstand the seas-

Of passion! Of torment! Of love! Of pain!

Though our lives may never be the same again,

There's hope, and with hope we may love one day,

I have faith and pray, I may pay my way,

Into servitude, not as The One Who Waits:

But The One Who Loves, The One Who's Cherished,

The One Who's Love Could Conquer, Not Perish,

The One Who's Forgiven,

The One Who Stayed,

My love,

Please tell me,

Can I still find my way?

Back into your arms,

From my desperation,

My mistake.

(Inspired by @the-artist-grimm's Crimson Angel au, I promise it's really sweet and beautiful but I got hung up on the awkward, sad co-parenting phase 😭)

[lgcxmimi]

model behavior

w/ @lgcjinyoung

when the music finally starts to play out, emi can't help but grin-- having become somewhat of an expert now after having several weeks of practice with this whole radio thing. "hey and welcome to LGC Charms Radio! If you're a regular listener of us, welcome back, we're so glad to have you! and-- if you're brand new, thanks so much for joining us today, we hope you stick around. It's your host for today, LGC Girl's Hirawa Emi, and i definitely missed you all last week, but i know you had an amazing time with my cohosts!" emi adjusts her headphones, offering a grin to the guest across from her as she sits up a little bit straighter. "we've got an amazing guest for today; from doing everything from being on magazine covers, music videos, and even being an amazing performer, i'm honored to be introducing kim jinyoung for today!" emi does tiny claps before she's also introducing the soundbite of his latest cover.

"thank you so much for joining us today, jinyoung-sama. since we're doing introductions, can you give us a little intro of your own?"

[talesofourworlds]

@pastelfates liked for an Arise starter!

Rinwell didn't remember seeing this particular building before, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. The sign had made it sound like a blacksmith, but it looked a bit different from the ones she was used to. Then again, Rinwell reminded herself, the blacksmiths she and her friends had been to in the past had usually just taken up residence in the inns they'd visited. So this one must have been around for a while and she'd just... not seen it.

There's a chance they won't be willing to make spellbook upgrades, though, she reminded herself. It always had been lucky when the ones she'd been to before happened to have printing presses to make specific books for her to use in battle. As Rinwell walked inside, she didn't immediately see anything of the like. That didn't mean it wasn't worth asking. Now that she thought about it, though, she didn't immediately see anyone that might have worked there.

"Hello?" Rinwell called. "Is anyone here?" As soon as she found someone, she could inquire as to what sort of business they did. Mostly, Rinwell hoped to maybe get a new spellbook made. Provided, of course, that whoever worked there didn't have a problem with mages.

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@deathxproof liked for a starter!

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The Time War raged on above in the heavens.

Braxiatel looked up at the night sky, watching the battles dance across the sea of black in explosions of colours. One could almost call it beautiful if they didn't know what was truly happening up in the sky. If they were ignorant of the horrors that were taking place on both sides.

He needed to return to the front lines. He had been summoned once more by his people, but he had been outright defying them. They can't keep calling him at their beck and call when they felt like it. He had seen what the Time War can do, what it has done, and the pain and devastation it leaves in its wake. He didn't like it. He didn't like what it was doing to the universe.

A rare experience had occurred to Irving Braxiatel. He was completely and utterly terrified. Terrified at an event such as the Time War being so far out of his control. Terrified that he can't keep the people he cared about safe. Terrified that he couldn't control the Time-Lines.

He closed his eyes as he heard a TARDIS materialize next to his own proud TARDIS. This was it. They had found him. The master of hide and seek had lost his game.

"I would offer you a drink," He greeted the newcomer as he heard the TARDIS door creek open. He frowned as he registered their telepathic signature, trying to recognize who it could be. "But I'm afraid I've just finished the last bottle of Heartshaven wine."

[arachnidiots-a]

LYLA & LIAM KAZ.

"look, that's all great and well, seriously. this sounds like hitting gold, but i've been a hero long enough to know that things very rarely are exactly as advertised. there's some give and take." god, what has the multiverse done to liam? the person who got bit by the spider was much more optimistic, willing to believe. "so, i'll ask you again. what's the catch here?" they hold up the bracelet- watch- band- whatever it is, shaking it slightly.

( starter call for @xenjoyedthat , accepting )

[shouga-nai]

@caliganxio said:

∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together .

100 Nonverbal prompts || Accepting!

It was a rather chilly evening, perfect for a warm wholesome meal. And with the two of them trusted with the task of preparing dinner, Genji dutifully got to work. It ought to be less tensed in the kitchen without certain members of the team going back and forth about differences in tastes, though the thought did bring about the challenge of coming up with a meal that would appeal to everyone.

There were a heap of ingredients on the table - vegetables like broccoli, bell peppers and potatoes, some chicken breasts, and some seasonings. Perhaps a sheet pan dinner would do well, easy in that they could bake it all in one pan, and have more than enough for everyone at base to grab a fair portion.

Genji volunteered to chop the vegetables, fetching the knife and cutting board before turning to his present cooking partner.

"Do you think we should add pasta or rice to go with?"

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[chiliger]

Didn’t know that holo-pic was still there.

Here is the very, very late anniversary comic! I’ve had this idea since almost the very beginning of the series. Just something to chew on.

Bonus: Meme redraw to hopefully lighten up reader’s spirits! :D

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[joffyworld]

Discarded Figurines and a Crack in the Mirror

There's a crack in the mirror,

One small crack in the visage,

There's a fault running it's way,

Through this shattered, broken image.

There's a blank slate where the truth should be,

They tell me that it's natural,

But when I close my eyes he-

He reaches out, but my mind is a jungle;

I cut at the weeds, the vines that obscure,

I slash through the trees, the rinds and allures,

I focus on him, but it's never enough.

There's a crack in the mirror,

And the mirror,

Cracks us.

I hear the stage music aloud,

I stuff and I thread,

I throw on a smile for the crowd,

Lest they sense my true dread.

Focus on the shiny things,

Their pretty little glimmers,

Just focus on the pretty dreams,

Ignore the truths mirrors.

Hear the crowd, oh how they love you!

But it's never quite the same

As the pain that remains:

How it seers, how it jeers,

How it cajoles the truth out,

How it rings through your ears.

It ruins what it touches and it has touched your true soul,

You'll never know true peace,

'Till you're in pieces:

For the show.

I have no mouth left,

No voice and no time,

She took what I could've used,

Then used me for a mime.

She's taken my family,

The family that falls,

Apart at the seams,

And claws at the walls.

For freedom's a dream;

An illusion of hope,

Look deep into the glass,

The mirrors and the smoke.

There's little chance left,

To escape using might.

So we sit and wait here,

For our chance to take flight.

I'm a worm on a string,

Just a small, useless thing.

Discarded, now regarded as a piece of this ring.

The showmaster calls,

The puppeteer makes me her thrall:

My joints, aches and pains,

They serve to enthrall;

The sweet naïve masses,

The fools with their families.

We were a family, once happy.

Now the looking glass,

Looks tragically.

There's a hole where my mind should be,

There's a pit where once stood:

A brother, a lover, a chance to do good,

A fighter, a dreamer, a person nonetheless.

So why is it when I see,

Those doors I feel pressed?

To escape! To run freely!

Is there a part of me left?

That she hasn't devoured and controlled to dissect?

I can't leave them here, it's not fair, it's not right!

But every day we spend here,

Is a day that the mirror,

Shows fright.

The mirror is a cruel thing,

The mirror tells no lies,

The mirror shows the truth yet in the mirror lies the guise,

The performers are yet mournful, the mirror shows their ties,

To each brother, to each other, to each sister within their lives.

The mirror shows the fake allure, the picture it does paint:

Is one of joy and happiness,

But that happiness disguises hate.

So look inside the mirror,

What is it that you see?

Where once belied a paradise, now lies these broken dreams.

The bones and corpse of prophecy, they falter to portend -

The ending of this tragedy,

Whether the mirror,

Meets her end...

(Based on @bloos-bloo's ToyBox au)

[ghostbredtt]

pfps request for @alphab00tyyyshaker9000!!

please don't use these, as they were drawn for particular person and his sibs. if you really want to - ask them for permission and be respectful. thanks! {3

[tedemiii]

◆ Beloved Portraits

A set of cameos that portray two young men. They have significant wear.

[inudrawfrsha]

sleepy brother cuddles !!

[chara-55]

I fear I haven't posted anything here as of late. Take my traditional doodles I made for my friends huzzah!

The crossovership I think I may have gone crazy over HAHAHA. My friend loves ES bee & I love TFOne Starscream soo...*cough*

[c00kietin]

drew @nartothelar's joltik because look at them. so very cute <3

[1071png]

me and the bestie