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[ane-doodles]

Bonfire dance ritual

Ok, this second attempt is closer to the idea I originally had!! I like how it turned out, but it was exhausting… I'll try again another time.

If you like it you can also find it here

[julykings]

25 today

[sleepyhighslvt]

such a handful 🫧

[crabsnpersimmons]

CRAABB

You and your dang Eclipses, I swear they make go;

hm? my Eclipses? 🥰

they're just a silly bunch 😇

[zuutiomi]

my beloved old lady Jaheira

[operationandre]

cal writing a song for andre as a birthday gift.

after all the kriegman festivities calm down and the boys are tired from chris’ party, they head back to cal’s house. in the corner of the room sits cal’s guitar with a broken string and scratch marks.

cal stares at it. andre ignores it at first, but soon curiosity overtakes him.

“what’s up with you and that guitar?”

cal’s face goes red. how does he tell andre that he wrote a goddamn song for him? the fear of andre leaving, calling him a fag and walking out, makes cal shiver. there’s no way he can ignore it now, though. not after andre asked about it.

he grabs the instrument and mutters something.

“huh?” andre asks, nose scrunched up in confusion.

“i wrote you something, dickhead.”

andre looks surprised but nods nonetheless, encouraging cal to go on.

as cal starts playing, multiple notes are wrong or out of tune and his voice is shaky. when he’s done, though, andre tells him to put the guitar down and tackles him. his arms envelope the younger boy, and the two of them erupt into laughter.

“that was fucking amazing, cal.” he grabs cal’s face and stares into his eyes, a calm in the middle of their messing around. “dead serious. i loved it.”

they both know what andre means. he loves cal. he won’t say it, but they know the love is underneath his words and laced into his voice.

[b0bchillin]

been seeing fiddlestan edits on tik Tok and their SO GOOD keep it up chat

[salemsdrinkstea]

"I'M A NINJA NOW, JESSE!!!!"

[basil-does-arttt]

when you change one thing about an oc's backstory and it messes up their whole story

[humanbeingwhoexistsonearth]

POV the coffee is not joha joha:

[thegreatgremlingang]

After a week of voting the results are in!

So the order I would be writing them in is JC meets horny stans, WWX meets creepy stans, JL's uncles (JC and JGY) learn gen alpha brain rot, LJY discovers Kentucky fried chicken, JGY tortures everyone with brick brownies, and finally twin jades getting high off msg. Each fic may take anywhere between a few weeks to a few months to complete, so keep your eyes peeled for your vote! again, my ao3 handle is qingqing_of_yunmeng and I hope to see you all over there!

[sceletaflores]

to the bone universe – m.list

synopsis: a love story told through red splatter marks.

feat: logan howlett x mutant!fem!reader

rating: e.

status: ongoing

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— MINI-SERIES

Ⅰ: all’s fair in love and viscera…

6.7k || logan wants to spar...

Ⅱ: come on and show me a little bit of spine!

5.5k || five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…

— ONE SHOTS

hunting for sport… (coming soon…)

there’s a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods…

it’s the easiest thing (just love me and eat me) (coming soon…)

it’s not often that logan needs it like this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…

— BLURBS

© sceletaflores 2024 - all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, or translate any of my original work. none of my work is permitted to be reposted on any other platform.

[virasmorgue]

₊ ✩ ‧ ₊ ˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ₊ ✩ ‧ ₊

[monkiemango]

Ehehehe

[jihyoruri]

super rich kids sneak peek now I’m having crazy withdrawals I need it I’m pulling at my skin

[adrift-in-thyme]

Oh let's do... day 13!

-Sky floor

“Sky!”

One of his feet isn’t moving right. It feels like someone has wrenched it off, screwed it back on backwards. It doesn’t matter. What won’t move, will be dragged.

“Sky!”

“Time!”

The eyes that turn, tear-filled and pleading to him, match the tongues of lightning that lash out at his unarmored form. They are like the shooting stars he and Malon used to watch as they blazed across the Hyrulean sky.

Sky inhales and the force of it is nails scraping against metal, calloused fingers against a blade.

“Help me!”

The scream is a collection of shattered glass, raining down upon the room in terrible, glinting projectiles. Time winces with the pain of it.

“I’m coming.”