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[grumpyoldfker]

1717

It was a rare thing for the Patriarch to open his mouth, poised to speak, only to find the words abandoning him before they could form. A maelstrom of thoughts churned within, each vying for dominance, only to be silenced as his lips pressed together and his focus shifted.

He lowered himself into the ornate chair behind his desk, its carved edges a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside him. His gaze drifted toward the nearest window, the light of day casting long shadows across his study. Leaning slightly to the side, he rested his chin between his thumb and forefinger, his expression pensive, almost conflicted. To speak of this woman felt akin to wading into the tempest that stirred his heart and soul—a place he wasn’t sure he was ready to venture.

“When we first met…” he began, his voice steady but edged with something deeper, “…I coined her a golden peacock. Strutting about proudly, basking in the envy of women and the lecherous stares of men.”

He turned his head, his eyes landing on the center of the study as if recalling a memory vividly before him. “I believed my assumptions were correct when we spoke privately. Yet she pulled back her feathers and revealed scars instead—her vulnerability. It caught me off guard. I called her a perplexing woman, acted a monster, and I believed that would be the end of it.” He exhaled softly, his hand lowering as he leaned back in his chair. His gaze steadied, a faint sigh escaping him. “But fate, as it often does, had other plans.”

There was a shift in his demeanor then, subtle but resolute, as if accepting a truth he could no longer deny. “Now, we are connected. In what way, I cannot fully define…” His brow furrowed, his voice growing quieter, “But she has awakened a part of me I thought long dead. She has, without intention, stepped into a maternal role for my daughter—offering guidance in moments when it was most needed.”

He turned his attention back to the window, his eyes tracing the courtyard below, as though seeking clarity in the familiar landscape. “She bore her soul to me, and in that moment, I saw neither a Peacock nor a Lioness. I saw the woman behind the mask. I saw her strength and her weakness, her courage and her fragility.” His voice softened, as though the weight of the confession settled over him. “And now, I cannot keep her from my mind. Nor do I wish to.”

His gaze lingered on the horizon, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “A bond has been forged between us, wrought of steel and feathers. It is a connection I find solace in, as she does in me. And now… I am curious to see what the future will bring.”

@kelzthalassunwhisper brief mention

[thehopelessyouth]

223

Selithar's eyes glimmered with intrigue as the thought of her wove its way into his mind. He closed them, imagining delicate fingers sorting through an endless tide of deliveries, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow a testament to the relentless pursuit of her meticulous craft. She was tireless, a vision of grace and determination.

Opening his eyes, the young Duskblade placed a hand over his heart, the other sweeping through his silken hair in a flourish. "She is a complex beauty," he murmured, his voice tinged with admiration. "Her nickname—though quaint—fails to encapsulate her essence. When I am fortunate enough to behold her, I am stirred beyond reason, beyond redemption. And yet, she is like a fleeting wisp, always in motion, her presence but a momentary gift." He paused, his lips curving into a wistful smile. "Amberwine and shipping containers—that is her scent. A peculiar juxtaposition, but one that lingers."

His gaze drifted to the stack of letters atop his desk, each one penned with care and intention, each one a bridge to a potential romance. He traced the edges of the paper with his fingertips, exhaling softly. "Without her," he said, almost to himself, "I would scarcely have hope to construct these delicate bonds of affection that I so desire."

His hand lowered to a pile of photographs, fingers deftly selecting one—a snapshot of the woman who occupied his thoughts. He studied the image with an intensity that bordered on reverence, his eyes narrowing as they settled on the band of gold encircling her finger. A faint sigh escaped him as he tapped the photograph lightly, his finger resting on the betraying ring.

"I would have courted her," he said softly, his voice heavy with unspoken longing. "Given her the release she so deserves from the weight of her calling. But alas..." He leaned back, his expression a blend of admiration and resignation. "It seems another has already claimed that role."

[the-sea-of-madness]

49. Do you dance in the car?

Shamelessly.

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[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[artemiseamoon]

questions I think would be fun to be asked

1, 5, 6, and 16 please

Hi 🙂

Okay, so….

1. Three things that shaped who I am: My mother, my granny, discovering metal and industrial music for the first time at 13

5. What made me start my blog? I was a silent user on this site for a very very veryyyyy long time. I wanted to face my shyness and fear around sharing my work - so saw this as a good first step. I abandoned my old blog and started this one.

6. Best /Worst part of this? Omitting ‘online creator’ cause i have a thing with that word. So… being someone who shares my writing and creativity online… best part, community which i miss… it used to be great and super supportive here. And it helped me get less shy, more confident. The worse? Keyboard warriors, racist, assholes who hide behind anon (this is why it is off and this makes me sad bc i had some really great anons too and miss hearing from them) and the overall lack of support/ hate/neglect /disrespect non white artist/writers/ creatives get.

16. If I could change one thing about myself? Hmm I dunno. I really wish I had an accent! Well I have a city one, but with so much Southern ancestry I am so jealous I don’t have my family’s accent since I didn’t grow up down there. I’d love a good ol Creole Louisiana accent. 😍

Thanks for asking 💜💜💜

Ask game options

[s3znl-gr3znl]

genuinely losing my mind rn

[chronicowboy]

living happily in my world where maddie had to listen to her brother meltdown about the implication of being in love with his straight best friend and just. took a picture of him. in his adorable little housewife apron. and went. hmm i wonder who would enjoy this. and sent it to eddie. who she never speaks to. and eddie seeing a text from maddie and freaking out. lunging for his phone only to see a beautiful picture of buck practically glowing. and he's like :) thank you maddie :). and then he sets it as his little contact picture for buck. and he's just smiling to himself for the rest of the day.

[switchthedragon]

Fuck it

If this post gets 30k notes I'll ask to go see a therapist.

[ratsonfire]

He's not bored.

Archie comic/reference under break!

[heph]

Gravity falls comics compilation Volume 1 download here!

[chaosmenu]

i cant stop thinking about the fact that the us and uk killed one million people in indonesia as part of the cold war effort and barely anybody knows about it much less cares. trying to tell somebody about it especially in the west will just garner laughter and celebration -- genocide is okay if they are (true or suspected) communists, no matter what. one million people

[hellsitegenetics]

hi, i work at the sanger institute, helping make reference genomes across the whole tree of life! the stated purpose of this is to help conservation efforts by improving our knowledge of the biology (especially for under-loved things like wee moths!). i keep seeing our genomes pop up in your posts, and now i understand they have a bigger purpose - to help a tumblr gimmick blog make silly posts. so i’m going to continue making genomes with a renewed fervour.

ps perhaps part of the reason you get so many moth results is that moth genomes are really easy to assemble, so we’ve done an awful lot of them…

thats awesome! thank you for the work you do!

[tom-is-online]

So.. mizuan or HaruAn for funsies…/nf

BOW TIE SWAP THEORY IS REAL SEGA TOLD ME TRUST ME TRUST ME TRUST ME-

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lines drawn, teeth bared.

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[tiredkatzz]

F1 X 141 crossover?

Definitely didn't forget about this for way too long...

YEP. HERE IT IS.

Soap and Gaz are the drivers while Price and Ghost are their race engineers (the people in the driver's ear while they're in the car). Hope y'all like my choices!

If there are any other f1 enjoyers here that wanna suggest other roles for characters in their team pls tell me :3

[1-jar-of-stars]

yall are mad about all the people in twelve knowing each other when twelve is canonically the smallest district and all of them WOULD be the same age if they were alive. lol. lmao even