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I’m no longer active on this account. Pls follow @mintie-fresh-sketch as that’s where I’ve relocated to

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Psa ish

I’m probably gonna turn this acc into my self ship acc, so I may change my url

My current self ship acc is @bee-self-ships

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Aaravos headcanons //part 1

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Since he’s been locked away, Aaravos has been forced to get used to loneliness, which is something he never really thought would bother him so much.

The truth is, Aaravos enjoys the presence of other beings, even if it’s someone he thinks is lesser than him. If they are no match for him intellectually (which is not hard, given he’s centuries old) they can at least amuse him. There are few things Aaravos enjoys more than fooling and deceiving others for his own pleasure.

Before his lock down, Aaravos has always been popular, both because of his immense power and the ability to predict where something interesting would happen. He enjoyed being in the spotlight. He’d take every chance to show off, which usually brought him as many admirers as poor souls begging to become his students.

All that ended with his banishment.

The first  few week’s must have been a shock. There was nobody to talk to, nobody begging for his attention, he didn’t even know what’s been happening in the world anymore.

In a desperate hope to save his sanity, Aaravos must have dived into the books from his chambers, trying to take the loneliness out of his mind.

No mage on his level has bad memory, so the books were a fleeting choice, saving him for a few more months before every word became predictable and memorized.

When the crushing realization that his banishment has no end date hit, Aaravos had few choices. Could he really be blamed for plotting his way back onto the pages of history?

Aaravos is a master strategist, both because of his experience and the time he had to plan and study different approaches to problems and ideas. After all, he had all the time in the world. He wouldn’t age, he wouldn’t die, and certainly, he wouldn’t give up.

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Thin Sheet of Glass [Aaravos/Reader]

Summary: He craved your touch, and though the mirror separated you both, he thought he could still feel your warmth.

a/n: i’m on an aaravos kick. thanks. 

There was a price to pay for the gifts they received. His memory had withered during his imprisonment within that mirror, that solitary world to which he was master. Names danced uncomfortably on the tip of his tongue like a bitter taste; faces were a blur, a flash like the world passing whilst mounted a moon phoenix. 

He once thought it a pity, after the first several centuries, that those whom once held some significance to him felt as memorable as disposable figures in a novel, the trivial beings in history. In his loneliness, unseen to the world though able to see into it, he found some solace in the avast knowledge books.

Yes, sometimes, he thought, the things he would trade for a conversation, no matter how inconsequential it might be. To see another face; a smile, a frown, the wrinkle in a brow, the glimmer of hair beneath candlelight. To hear a voice; guttural, baritone, soft, mellifluous- even a boisterous song.

Perhaps what he craved most was a touch. Delicate or strong, it made no difference to him. He longed for warmth beyond singe of fire; what did skin feel like again? 

Keep reading

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Palm Reading Time!

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ITS LOVING YOUR F/O HOURS BAYBEEEEE

comment or reblog with anything you wanna say about your f/o

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Disloyal

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night light

so we all know Aaravos is glowy

its great

but like, 

less great at 3 in the morning

because you CANT SLEEP

he seriously lights up the whole bed

and he barely sleeps anyway so you dont want to wake him up

but its 3 am

“are you asleep?”

“I was”

he’s a light sleeper

“cool, well I wasn’t” “?” “I cant sleep you fucking firefly”

he rolls over to look at you, smirking

“apologies” and then he just stops glowing, all the little adorable stars on his skin go out

“…you meant this whole time. you could TURN THAT OFF”

he gets pouty

“I thought you liked them?”

“I DO JUST NOT AT 3 AM” 

he snuggles you closer “hm, noted”

you mumble into his chest “fuckn night light boyfriend”

he tucks his chin over your head “yes”

he doesnt glow when youre trying to sleep anymore, but he does when you wake up from nightmares, and when he does

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See this elf?

I love him.

That is all.

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tmw you wake up and you DIDN’T magically teleport into your f/o’s world.

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Can you imagine just absolutely showering your f/o with affection and watching them get all flustered, trying to hide their face as you coo and tease them for acting so shy, telling you how much you absolutely adore them. Straddling their lap and continuing to shower them with much-needed affection, them trying to get you all red-faced by doing the same thing back but failing miserably as their voice cracks and they can’t stop smiling or giggling; an absolute disaster.

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don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger

i do not care what the trigger is

i will tag it for you

you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it

and i am not one to question those reasons

so just send me an ask

anonymous if you’re scared

and i will tag it all the time in future

your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

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i was teaching my grandma to use computer so we can talk on skype and such but today she went kinda mad at me because “i didnt show her the knitting programme” and i was like what

and it comes out she accidentally opened ms excel and found out its a great way to create knitting patterns

my grandma is 82

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Reblog if you want people to send you lyrics in your inbox that describe what they think of You!!!

/if you send anyone hateful or mean lyrics i will personally give you the middle finger. that is not kind/

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Reblog if you ARE nonbinary, SUPPORT nonbinaries, or you REALLY LIKE WEARING HATS

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my gender isn’t