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[stormbcrn]

what color does your love feel like?

COLD STARK GOLD. fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. it's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. fireworks, borrowed lighters, a struck match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. and that's the feeling isn't it? of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? to be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. and you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. there's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

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[survivingpierce]

Injury Starters || @ladicsa || accepting

"Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?"

       the taste of blood was still evident whenever she swallowed and her head pounded as if it were about to burst.

       being human sucks and no one can convince her otherwise.

       katherine, admittedly, was surprised upon discovering kisa's appearance and by the fact she even offered her help, which she had not expected at all.

       "yes i do", katherine responded, her voice raspy because her throat was so dry. she still didn't expect her to help, and even more so she didn't know if she could trust her. being human had made her even more paranoid, as the people she met and who knew her were just predators waiting for their next meal. a meal that would be named katherine pierce. oh, she could see how some would gloat upon discovering her misery.

[verreprincesse]

— ooc:

I have been meaning to post this for a while, I just keep forgetting and then other things happen. But I commissioned art of my dear Cinderella set during the Rococo Era ( which is what i base my main au in ) from @motherednature and let me tell you!!! She delivered! I asked for Ella to be in a color she normally isn’t seen in just cause I love seeing her in different things and the gown drawn here is the sack-back gown or robe à la française. She also incorporated the pink gown in the petticoat and with the pink bow on the stomacher and pink sash around her waist. I think it's such a beautiful nod to her pink ballgown design while giving her a new look that isn’t mostly pink or blue. Thank you so much for the beautiful artwork, you definitely went above and beyond! ♥♥♥

[rossefinchmoved]

@sugarpapillon​​  sent:  “people  think  i’m  weird.”

      to  hear  her  own  daughter  say  something  like  that  breaks  victoria’s  fragile,  pink  heart.  all  of  her  life,  she  has  encouraged  every  hobby,  every  trait,  every  phase  her  child  has  gone  through.  to  allow  her  to  grow  and  thrive  in  ways  that  victoria  was  deprived  of  in  her  growing  up  in  that  big,  cold  house.  but  as  his  breaks  her  heart,  it  also  makes  her  angry.  why,  most  of  the  children  in  this  town’s  fathers  are  employed  by  lily’s  grandfather?  have  they  no  senses?  as  much  as  victoria  wants  to  let  out  a  grunt  far  too  similar  to  one  of  her  father’s,  she  suppresses  the  urge.  instead,  a  pale  hand  stretches  forth  to  touch  her  daughter’s  cheek.  gentle  brow  furrowed  in  concern  for  her.  the  image  of  motherly  concern.  ❝  why  do  you  say  that,  darling?  have  the  other  children  said  something  to  you?  ❞

[wonderhevrts]

[astraeden]

The air changes. There is a sense of familiarity, a feeling of home.

Corrin cannot place it. Perhaps in another life she may attribute such a thing to Hinoka or Takumi’s arrivals. Elise’s, even, although the reminder of Nohr is present enough in her husband’s nearness.

No, this is different. This goes beyond the Valla she knows now or the Krakenburg she knew before it. This is a feeling that Corrin has been acutely aware of since losing it. 

Lilith. 

Her friend, her guiding hand. Her little bird, as she had so proudly dubbed the wounded creature clutched in her arms that day–shown to Jakob in a fit of tears. Corrin had been young, then, still misshapen and frail. She had seen something so like her, had felt such a draw to the strange little being, and had sworn then to protect it with her life.

And she is home beyond just that. Their bond transcends the Northern Fortress and its confines. Lilith is her sister–her blood. A part of herself that Corrin had always resented, even before she had known exactly to what it tied her, made into something so wonderful.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is watery already, hands cupping either of Lilith’s cheeks as though holding the most precious of porcelain. This is a different Corrin than the one that had flown through the hallways only so many hours prior as an excited child might. This is one with crimson eyes full of wonder and love and care. “I’ve missed you so much–you should have told me you were coming!”

SHE IS THE FIRST TO CRACK.  her throat always so quick to assume that its purpose is to burn and gather clunks of her voice.  the wind is generous, passing the scent of home within its breeze, along the tilt of branches and journey of petals lifting into the air.  human skin is easy to chill but it is not the wind that traces a shiver through her spine.  when she straightens her posture and catches the scent once more, it is with tears blurring her sight.  bewilderment at the familial scent, shocked that fate was right, that her embrace with kana had not been a passing memory.

just like her son, corrin barrels through the expanse of the monastery’s campus.  silver locks of hair sway wild behind her as she races   —   all lilith can do is watch.  pray that her mind was truly so kind as to gift her with this memory.   (   you do not want to remember the last time corrin had run at you.  the last time you had seen her face struck with such wonder and care; all for something that had slipped between her fingertips.   )

lilith wavers, heels pressed against the ground as her expression cracks into one of loss.  an open wound that had once been stitched but not healed.   “   corrin,   ”   she whispers, inhaling deeply to mask the cry that falls when corrin does not embrace her.  caring and cautious, but something is off.  something is wrong.  lilith blinks back tears, flushed face cupped in the hands of her sister.  caring and cautious, corrin is, but also reckless, always fighting wars that were not hers to fight.

when the words hit her, they hit her hard.  they knock her off balance; small fingers curling desperately around corrin’s wrist.  she almost staggers from where she’s standing.  almost.  and she would have let herself fall.

“   i...   ”   lilith tries to ignore the tears that slip from her eyes.  she tries to ignore how lovingly corrin stared down at her.   “   what... t-tell you...?   ”   it is impossible to ignore how pitiful her voice echoes out between them.  she should not be surprised, the fates are never too kind.  there is always a price, always a sentence of question.  if lilith’s memory was to regain breath then corrin’s would have faded.  taken the blow that lilith took for her.

(   it is similar to the pulling of string.  the knowledge that there will be an end to the line.  the memory in knowing when it will stop and you will have to tie the knot.   )

“   please no.. do you not.. remember?  i.. d-did conflict strike when i had fallen?   ”   her grip on corrin tightens.   “   h-had my sacrifice not been enough?   ”   because corrin’s lack of memory would mean that lilith had not done enough.  that she allowed herself eternal rest for no reason besides corrin to fall victim to another force of nature.   (   you do not trust the emotion that bubbles in your chest. YOU WERE NEVER AGAINST GETTING YOUR HANDS DIRTY.   )

a shaky inhale fills her mouth; it is bitter, not the sweet delicacy of winter.   “   tell me... corrin, who took your memory?  what h-happened after i fell?   ”   and she prepares herself to have the appetite to swallow grief.  it is a skill anankos taught her; a skill corrin forgot to take from her.

[loveindomitable]

@ssolessurvivor: cont.

Henry finds himself leaning into Logan’s touch. The man is gentler with him than most have been. Not that others have been rough, per se, but they didn’t really put the care into being with him like Logan was doing now and he appreciated the gesture, in fact, he hoped that Logan felt the same with him. This wasn’t just a fling, at least, he didn’t want it to be. More so when he genuinely cared for him and maybe whatever this would lead to would answer a few other things he had about their situationship as well.

“How long?” He finds himself asking, lingering and leaning in more, foreheads brushing together. Henry slips a hand around Logan’s waist, drawing him ever nearer if such a thing is possible. “Me?” He smiles, leaning in to kiss him one more time, taking in the warmth that is Logan before pulling away to say, “Yes, of course yes. I was worried that this would, well, I suppose it still could, I was … worrying too much.” He chuckles softly and then finds himself reaching out to grab for Logan’s shirt, reaching for a button.

He worried that he would never be able to truly give Logan everything. Then again, with anyone he wanted that wouldn’t be possible anyway. Henry wished it though. He wished he could settle with whomever he liked, that it didn’t matter that the other was a man and he could just be happy. His family had very different ideas for his future and he dreaded the thought of it. Sometimes he thought it was better to be alone than be forced to go through all of that. So he took what he could get now and hoped that his friendships did not get ruined because of it. He could not imagine losing Logan simply because they had slept together. Henry pried apart Logan’s shirt one button at a time, revealing the skin beneath, some lingering scars in places that he felt his eyes wandering to before looking back toward his mismatched colored eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he told him, a hand resting at his left flank. “And I can’t believe you want this with me. I’m not taking it back, by the way. I do want this, I want you. You have no idea how much, Logan.”

[rexcorlapis]

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[stormbcrn]

where should you be kissed?

KNUCKLES. it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

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[survivingpierce]

❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. i've lost myself in trying to please everyone else.  ❜ [ from elijah ]

meme not found || @dcmoniism

            it is very rare that elijah opened up as he did right now and gave someone an insight into his inner thoughts and perhaps also worries. it meant that he trusted her very much, or that it weighed heavily on him; maybe it was a combination of the two. whatever it was, katherine could relate. it's a feeling that wasn't strange to her although she felt the way for different reasons. that she became so wrapped up in lies and faked stories and living as different personalities that it becomes hard for her to know what's truly her. who is she? what is really her? who did she used to be?

            katherine wasn't sure if there was any solution to her problem (or if she even wanted to find out who she was supposed to be) but maybe at least elijah would find a solution.

            "perhaps a break would be good for you, free from all your obligations. i’m sure you’d be surprised how much free time you could have. i'm also sure that this free time would allow you to rediscover yourself and what you want."

[tsareviich]

@artisanals : [SHARED] - The sender and receiver witness a funny incident together. ( for zafiya ) meet cute! || accepting.

it didn't take long for vasily to find some comfort in ketterdam. it would still never be home but he had grown fond enough of the place that the thought of living out his days here wasn't... so unbearable. he had even learnt to enjoy the cuisine of the island, even thought he still missed his kvas more than anything.

he was only a few drinks in when he heard the yelling start. that was nothing new. it was a pub in ketterdam. there will always be fights and always be yelling. he briefly wonders if it was like that in ravka, though he supposes he'll never know now. the thought doesn't last long before he notices one man dump his beer onto another man's head. he chuckles, turning around to watch the scene only to catch zafiya's eyes from across the room. he gives a small wave, a smile still on his face.

[hellsrazedarch]

( @brknallure ) tara > sam : “i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright?”

she bites her tongue, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe of Tara's room as her sister rushes around. dark eyes follow, crossing her arms over herself & tries to find the right words. she's been working on trusting her more, trusting the world more, but it's not easy when it feels like ghostface is always a phone call away.

" Tara " Sam steps into the room, gently grabbing her sister's upper arm to stop her as she walks by & waits for her full attention. " i know i'm a lot but i've got good reason to be. " she arches a brow knowingly, licking her lips as she shifts on her feet & lets go of her arm. " just . . . carry your pepper spray at least, please ? "

[verreprincesse]

Cinderella Fair Dress by BeautCannon

[missninetails]

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[nobodydeviates]

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