#* unknown.

[nobrashfestivity]

Unknown, In the style of Alexander Rodchenko.

Signed " b” (archaic Cyrillic “yat” symbol), upper right front. 

Oil on canvas. 81 x 61 cm.

[a-little-unsteddie]

(Its strangersteddierthings) *busts down the door* WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT A DRAGON AGE AU!?

@strangersteddierthings HELLO omg this was a jumpscare /pos! i think i shouldn’t be as intimidated as i am that you followed me but!! welcome! hello! new friend!! <3 here’s the first ask for the dragon age au! :)

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The next night, Steve closed the clinic early and started making his way to where Dustin had told him he’d find the injured elf. The journey from Dark Town to High Town was a long one, one that Steve rarely had to endure, due to the fact that most of his frequent haunts were either in Mid or Low Town. The difference between Dark Town and even Low Town was drastic, and as Steve passed through the archway separating the two, the air instantly seemed lighter.

Make me write!

[penddraig]

[a note slid under his door, written in dark red ink, in a delicate hand] Were you trying to hide from me, Howl? You’ll have to do better than that. xo

the wizard breezes down the stairs at calcifer's behest,   somewhat surprised that someone could have managed to breach his magic to send a note beneath the door.   they were usually delivered by postman.   besides that,   his doors are all well protected,   and anything physical would have slid into an empty house in porthaven,   or an abandoned shop in market chipping,   or a dark building in kingsbury.

the note isn't difficult to spot,   a white square upon the wooden floor.   howl moves down the few steps to the doorway,   swiping it up.   he unfolds it curiously,   absentmindedly climbing back into the main room,   where he stops the moment he spots the red ink.   the king's men don't write to him in red ink,   nor do they send him letters that aren't clearly addressed as from the king's court.

he quickly realises what a mistake he's made to even touch this letter.   it's a short two sentences,   but it's enough to send the icy thorn of dread straight through his chest.   horrified,   the skin of his forearm crawling as though he's been poisoned by some terrible demon ( and with her,   she may as well be ! ),   howl crushes the paper in his fingers with frightful urgency,   balling it up as tightly as he can.   he brings his fist up to his mouth,   breathing through a small opening in his fingers.   in his palm,   the paper melts,   and a moment later    as he suspected    he feels the sharp sting of something burning and stabbing into his hand and bleeding into the tendons of his fingers.   with his strength most concentrated in his arm,   he sends a wave of dispossession magic through his hand before it can do any more damage.   if he had thrown this to calcifer to burn,   it would have poisoned it.   perhaps it might have even killed him.      [ killed them both.   ]

❝    calcifer,    ❞    he murmurs,   sounding defeated.   he looks to the hearth with a tear sitting at the corner of his eye.    ❝    please move the castle.   anywhere,   in any direction.   just make sure it's away from the chipping valley,   porthaven,   kingsbury.   hell,   send it to high norland,   i don't care.   just flee.    ❞    weakly,   he lifts his hand,   staring at the blackened veins,   inflamed skin,   and trembling fingers.   he can't quite seem to find his control over it.   he makes his sluggish way toward the stairs,   stuffing his arm against his body.    ❝    i need to prepare.    ❞

[parable-testing]

the og sherlock holmes is autistic is a hill i will die on as a fellow autistic being. acd wrote him autistic even before it was a proper Thing i think? just as he wrote him ace before it was a recognised thing.

anyways sherlock holmes is our autism icon and we will love him as such :>>>>>>

Yes, yes, isn't he splendid? He's, the humans say "blorbo", yes? That's right? I've a feeling I will certainly cherish him.

[silverhairedinu]

      .  .  .      and so it begins.      he can hear her pulse like a hunt in his own blood,  beckoning, tempting.  the heart - beat like a war drum,  scent laced in the crackle of power.   like a moth to a flame, he cannot help but follow the path as it blazes before him, unseen to the naked eye;  but all too potent to his own senses.   in truth,  she should have known better than to run from him, and incite a chase.   but  --  did she even know he was there?  unknown, and ultimately, irrelevant, when the inuyōkai gave chase regardless.                                        “         run.          ” light and quick, a barely-there blur of silver and red, before his yōki collides with the manifestation of her own aura, and power without a name he can place;  but has come to know nevertheless.  it brushes against @asteritm,  curious and teasing;  and no less overwhelming, attempting to slip through the cracks and discover what secrets can be uncovered.   he’s so close now, he can almost taste it;  taste her, even.  the warm threads of chestnut hair and skin with imprints of another time, clawed fingertips reach out, seeking out flesh and fabric, a low growl thrumming in the back of his throat.

[kolos013]

Aspencore

EDIT:

The amount of people in the notes going "yeah sure it may not be the answer for you but it absolutely is for me," is honestly concerning. It's very much like that one "I'm sorry your hubris was your doom but I'm built better" post that lives rent free in my head. These guidelines are there for a reason ya'll. (Also I'm not removing the wierd caption.)

[molags-balls]

big things happening in england

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Don’t let anyone who hasn't been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.

k.b. // unknown

[perfectfeelings]

Repeat after me: My current situation is not my final destination.

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.

Unknown

[perfectquote]

You will search for me in another person, I promise.

Unknown

[mothcub]

I love and respect The Unknown and I hope he steals all of Willy Wonka's chocolate.

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

[stay-close]

I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.

Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

You don’t deserve someone who comes back, you deserve someone who never leaves.

Unknown

[nobrashfestivity]

Unknown, Halley's Comet: Head, 1910

Mount Wilson Observatory