#☆ spring storm

[wings-0f-sorrow]

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🌻 #☆ gentle rain || general posts/rambles/etc.

🌻 #☆ heavy rainfall || more rant-y/vent-y posts

🌻 #☆ spring storm || asks {All asks will have reblogs off unless I draw something for them!}

🌻 #☆ verdant bloom || gifts from mutuals, or gifts FOR mutuals

weird little self-shipper who is extremely (not) normal for their f/os. i am skittering around the place like a large bug. the creature. normal woman enjoyer (plus some masc characters that i lovingly hit with the woman beam). nice to meet u :-)

i'm okay w/ non self-shippers interacting (though i may be a little hesitant/avoidant about it but that's a me problem xd)

if you reblog using queues, I have a habit of self-reblogging my art then deleting my previous reblog in order to not inflate the notes, so please queue from the original post just incase! ♡

DNI IF YOU'RE A PYR/RHA DOUBLE OR SHIP HER WITH ANYBODY ROMANTICALLY (sorry non-sharer skill issue from me </3)

pro/com/dark/etc-sh*p/neutral dni as well ty

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[heylsgowt]

[elizabugz]

[typoraccoon]

I love spring & a storm so much

After listening to all the songs I've listened to it's still my favorite out of the lot. It sounds so much like a picture book

[moondostj]

“beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.” / “he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. in his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.” / “you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.” / “the slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore.”

— george r.r martin

[beccawise7]

Those spring thunderstorms...😍

💜🖤

[artisticprocrastionator]

[Sing the same songs ‘til the clouds start to cry and then]

[over and over and over again and then]

[over and over and-]

[Never Again.]

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Uhh a Mayor Thaniyel angst post? Does this count as one? I was trying to figure out what to draw next when I got inspiration from (you guess it) another Tally Hall song.

Spring and a Storm is such an underrated song on the album (imo). Honestly every time I listen to it, it reminds me of Mayor Thaniyel and his struggles with his relationship with Brad/Griefer.

Especially at the end of the song where it gets chaotic, this drawing is kinda suppose to envision that. It’s suppose to be Mayor Thaniyel’s POV of the events that happen in Chapter 2.

Honestly, a lot of stuff must be going through Mayor Thaniyel’s head that day. Like, imagine having someone close to you turn on you like Griefer did.

Notes:

I don’t have any lyric analysis for this post atm but maybe I’ll add it later.

I actually really wanted to try animating this but I suck at it and didn’t have the motivation. It is something I really wanted to try to get into. Maybe one day but in the meantime I’ll just imagine it in my head

I actually have another song from Tally Hall I wanted to do that includes Mayor Monty and Thaniyel! That post will be more lighthearted than this one.

Tried to do lineless art for this one. It’s a bit messy, but I think it adds to what I was trying to go for!

[the-ablest-navigators]

Under a tornado warning …

[yanyandere]

spring storm and monster (春の嵐とモンスター) // support the artist (eng)

[whatsupidontknow]

my BABIES 😭😫😭

[wings-0f-sorrow]

Stares directly at you. 20 or 21.

21. …On a place of insecurity. Word Count: 1420

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　

‘We’re a family.’ That promise from her brother, so gentle and kind, flickered in her mind. ‘We’ll be together forever.’

…

Pyrrha believed so much in those words. Together… forever. Was she really worthy of such a thing? Of togetherness with anyone, forever? It sounded so foreign to her, but it wasn’t just him who’d pushed toward such an ending. Caelina, too, had stuck by her side, ever since she’d found her injured and alone, promising to help her. She’d held true, helping her find Patroklos, staying with her just like he did– a silent form of kindness, to the same beat as his. 

At first, such things scared her. She would never forget how many people had died after getting close to her. Everyone would- but… then she’d think back. She hadn’t died after being around her, had she..? She was gone, yes, but there was no sign of death. No, it hadn’t happened, so far. Patroklos, who’d so confidently made that promise to her after finally reuniting with her. Caelina, who quietly stuck by, through and through. They were still alive, still breathing. It had filled her with hope. She wasn’t alone, and maybe, just maybe, all of that pain and loss was finally over.

..But that didn’t last long. It never did. Their trio had turned to two, her family’s warmth now far out of reach and that hope of a better life shattered. Worst of all, it was a pain that stung more than any death– her brother's willful abandonment fresh on her mind.

Sorrowful, fiery eyes laid upon her parasitic limb, its presence where Pyrrha’s arm once was so foreign, frightening– wrong. It was all wrong. The sight of it… it’s no wonder Patroklos ran away, right..? Her eyes began to burn, tears forming in the corners as she continued to stare. That awful moment was playing on repeat, internally– as if she were breaking over and over again. She’d stopped Nightmare, yes, but… in turning malfested to do so, she’d lost her brother. He rejected her, abandoned her. Pyrrha didn’t want to be malfested, didn’t want to hurt anyone. And yet, here she was, that fate thrust upon her with no care for those naive wishes of hers.

‘..I’m a monster… a monster..! No wonder he’s gone, just look at you!’ Cried the agonizing thoughts that plagued her. ‘Is this really me..? Is this all I’ll ever be, forever..?!’

They looped in her mind and heart endlessly, like thorny vines wrapping around every inch of her it could reach. That loud voice that told her that she deserved to be alone… but she wasn’t, really. No: one remained, still. Pyrrha had fully expected Caelina to flee, bitter over Patroklos doing so and expecting the worst. Surely she’d follow suit, knowing that the woman was now malfested. And yet… that moment never came, the expectation still merely one of fiction, locked away.

‘..You know that won’t last, though. Nothing good ever lasts long with-’ 

The woman was snapped out of her downward spiral, eyes widening and body tensing when she felt a hand brush against her clawed one. It lingered for a moment, and Pyrrha shuddered at it– unexpected, but so gentle. Not a touch she was used to, but one whose owner she could link it to in an instant. Her gaze trailed over towards the source, and as she did, the culprit who was kneeling in the grass by her pulled her hand away. She hadn’t heard the other approach while in thought.

“..Sorry.” Caelina’s voice came out low, apology holding a tinge of sadness to it. She paused, hand hovering closeby. While her face was usually not the most expressive, it showed clear concern. Her body language was more uncertain than usual. “Should I.. not have..?” 

Pyrrha’s frown deepens at the hesitant question, and she swallows thickly. Caelina was so considerate… she wanted to reach over and take her hand back into her own. That brief moment– It was nice. Yet, she couldn’t admit how she desperately hungered for more of such kindness, especially following such a crushing, harsh rejection from her only family. The fear dragged out by such a thing drowned out any courage from her. So, she turned her head, looking away. Caelina watched as she pulled her arms close to herself, trying to keep herself away without outright getting up and leaving. Her brows furrowed, and before she could comment, Pyrrha spoke.

“Why..?”

Caelina’s eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head, expression turning to one of confusion. She let Pyrrha continue.

“Why are you still doing this?” Pyrrha’s voice wavered, tone shaky. It was full of fear, and so, so much shame. “..Aren’t you disgusted..? Or… Or scared? Of this..?” Pyrrha’s human hand pulls away from her torso, gesturing to the twisting form of flesh and steel that called itself her arm. “..Of me..?–” A beat of silence, “–..Patroklos was.”

As she spoke, Caelina’s expression shifted from confusion, to worry, to a vague indignation, as though insulted at the insinuation made by the insecure woman. Brows furrowed, she shuffled, moving around Pyrrha so that she was knelt in front of her.

“I am not Patroklos.”

Pyrrha, eyes wide, looked up at the sternly spoken declaration. A few tears fell down her face as she blinked quickly, face flushing upon seeing the insulted look painted over the other’s face.

“I… I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–” “–Let me finish.”

Pyrrha stuttered to a stop, staring as Caelina reached out. Her hand hovered close to the sharp, monstrous claws clutched closely to the malfested’s chest.

“Please. If you will allow me.”

There was a moment of silence, one that felt like it lasted ages. Pyrrha averted her eyes briefly, blinking away more tears and reaching up with her gloved hand to wipe them away. Caelina sat patiently, until Pyrrha finally reached out to her, softly hiccuping. She took the appendage in her hand, expression softening as she went. With a soft sigh, masking the embarrassment hidden in her words, she continued.

“I am not afraid. Not of you. No– Never of you, because I… I believe in you.” She could feel her hand heat up as Pyrrha’s armored palm pulsated in her grasp. She was sure it would begin to burn eventually. However, there was no attempt made to shield the comparably weak human flesh from it using the abilities she had. Perhaps it was stupid of her, but seeing the fragility in Pyrrha’s face spurred her onward. “..And I’m certainly not afraid of this.” With a shaky breath, flustered beneath her brave façade, she squeezed Pyrrha’s hand and brought it closer to her, right up to her face.

The malfested watched in shock as the bold human pressed her lips against the flat side of her sharp, dangerous claws, where her knuckles once were. Pyrrha let out a soft gasp, hand frozen still, terrified that any movement would slice the other open.

“I care about you, you know.” Another uncertain breath was drawn, Pyrrha’s hand being twisted with ease by her, carefully raising upward until Caelina closed her eyes and placed another kiss right against one of the safer spots on her palm. Sure enough, it was like attempting to inhale a flame; but she refused to falter. “And a little malfestation isn’t going to scare me off, not like that jumpy child.” She held her hand there for a moment longer to accentuate the statement, holding back any sort of hisses or winces of discomfort. She didn’t want to scare her off, now– not when she was already so far into this.

When she opened her eyes once more and looked forward, Pyrrha’s face was a bright red, visible on her much paler skin. There would be no ‘Really’s, or ‘Are you sure’s. Caelina was particular in ensuring there was no room for speculation. Once she felt the point had been conveyed, she carefully pulled Pyrrha’s hand down away from her face, holding it in her own.

“..Have I gotten my point across..?”

“..I… Y-Yes.”

A small smile formed on Caelina’s lips.

“Good.” Silently, Pyrrha’s eyes trailed down to the other woman’s human hand held within her own, much larger one. She was in disbelief– she truly wasn’t scared..? She wouldn't leave..? It hadn't been directly said, but it was heavily implied. Past the surprise, her heart fluttered and swelled with warmth. A small smile formed on her lips, one in recognition that, perhaps, everything would be okay.

[heylsgowt]

[kakasakuzine]

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[oddestishottest]

3/18/25

[emeldaplessner1996blog]

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Head-canon of Heartbreak (and Onyx Storm spoilers): Xaden stops to pick a few wild spring violets he spotted outside of Dunne’s temple… there is nothing else for a wedding, but Violet walks down the aisle to him holding them… when she reaches him he places one in the hair he so loves. It’s not much… but he still takes the time, whatever little they have left.