#Pray she make it through it

[forsakenprogam]

Owie, my eye😢 (Omg something original for once😱😱)

[hansoeii]

stede bunnet

[eerna]

The Oleander Sword is so good. literally feeling like kicking my feet and giggling rn. what happened to Tasha Suri in that year between book 1 and book 2

[camgoloud]

one thing that’s been on my mind a lot recently is the fact that ianthe is reusing the old third house lyctor’s rooms… like did she just choose to do that because the old rooms were shiny and full of sexy portraits, etc., or was the mithraeum just a one-set-of-living-quarters-per-house-no-guest-bedrooms-sorry situation? if the latter, literally what was john going to do if the house heirs all ascended at canaan house like he wanted them to? the main reason this has been on my mind a lot recently is that i’ve been unable to shake a series of cursed thoughts about a universe in which things go according to god’s plan and silas and mercy are forced to become the world’s most dysfunctional pair of roommates, thus in turn forcing all the other newly-ascended house heirs to live with the fallout of this godawful situation constantly spilling all over the mithraeum common areas, which—even setting ASIDE the whole ‘experiencing paralyzing guilt and grief over their dead cavaliers’ thing that they’d also be dealing with!—is possibly an even worse outcome for them than the one from the canon timeline where they all just fucking died violently lmao

[triglycercule]

dust should have one of those mini zen gardens with all the sand and the little rake you use to make patterns but instead of sand its monster dust. specifically dust of people he doesnt like. how calming and tranquil this is as he puts a mini bridge and rocks and tiny tree into the garden filled with what's basically the human equivalent of blood!

[sugarsnappeases]

i've been... engraving sybill into my brain today. if you even care

it’s the constant confusion, the flimsiness of the border between her reality and her visions, always struggling to differentiate between what’s real and what’s in her mind, and even then, within her mind there’s still the chaos of what’s impossible, some imagined horror, and what will happen in the future, the future where there’s a war and where imagined horrors can become reality.

it's a miserable place, endless waking nightmares as she tries to separate her physical reality from that which her mind conjures for her, reliving her past failures and seeing symbols that don’t make sense to her yet, flashes of images like lightning strikes and she can’t pick out the important ones, she can’t pick out the ones that she needs to understand, until after the fact, until people she knows are dead and she could’ve stopped it if she’d only figured out what the images meant.

she’s drowning in guilt, seeing ghosts everywhere, their hands always accusing her, clawing at her, because she as good as killed them - it’s the struggle of whether the future is determined or not, whether things happen just because she predicted them or because they were always going to, no matter what she did.

in her mind, with the ghosts and the horrors, she’s the one to blame, always; she’s to blame when she can’t figure out the meaning of the visions she sees in time to warn anyone of their future; she’s to blame when she thinks she understands something but can’t explain it well enough to make anyone believe her; she’s to blame when she can’t stop time from rolling onwards incessantly, when she can't thwart her own predictions somehow.

she’s trying every method of divination under the sun to try and find the answers, she’s drinking copious amounts of alcohol to try and open her inner eye further, hands shaking, desperately trying to decipher the mess in her mind before it’s too late, pushing herself to the edge and over it to make sure she doesn’t fail her next victims in the way she did all the others.

she’s isolating herself bc it’s worse when it’s people she knows, it’s worse when she can remember both what they look like when they smile and what they look like when they’re tortured to death. but that leaves her alone with all of these ghosts and a very tenuous grasp on reality that feels like it’s slipping through her fingers, impossible to grasp.

she’s spiralling and miserable and still trying so desperately to help, to find an answer, a way that she can assuage her guilt. she’s incredibly highly strung, she’s constantly on edge because if she lets herself relax for even one moment she’s scared she’ll lose track of who, where, when she is, she's scared her world might just collapse around her.

and on top of all that fuckery, there are all these expectations from her family, bc she’s inherited her great-grandmother’s famed inner eye, they expected her to be just as successful, just as renowned as the legendary cassandra trelawney and she doesn’t know how, doesn’t know how to make the visions work like they should.

and then there’s the ridicule from everyone else because no one believes her, she tries so hard to warn people about the things she thinks are coming, the things that she thinks she understands, and she’s met with laughter, laughter that rings in her ears until she hears about her predictions having come true, then all she hears are screams, screams and guilt because she didn’t do enough, she didn’t try hard enough to make them understand and now they’re all dead.

and the one time she is believed, the one time she’s taken seriously, her first official prophecy, and she thinks that maybe she’s starting to find herself, starting to live up to her great-grandmother’s legacy. in the end, all she manages to do is kill another two people she went to school with, all she manages to do is orphan a little boy and place him at the forefront of a new war that’s a thousand times bigger than him…

all that she has left at the end is a handful of Real prophecies that only serve to harm people, hundreds of deaths on her conscience, their ghosts screaming and scratching at her - your fault, your fault, they say in an undying chorus - and still there are visions that she doesn’t understand, still pushing and pulling her between fact and fiction, the hellscape that is her mind, her life. and still she’s trying to understand, trying to cling onto reality, trying to live up to her family name, trying so so hard to save someone, anyone, just once.

she’s a ship in a storm, knocked about on the waves like a ragdoll, and looking up at the stars for guidance, for a way to shore that they cannot provide for her, hidden by the thunderclouds.

[citnamora]

Y'all... I think I'm finally starting to understand the adopted by boy band genre of fics.... because.... I want to be adopted by Brozone...

[margareturtle]

TWP SCENE:

Jocelyn and Luke talking in his office at the Academy

*Dru + Thais enter*

Dru: hi

Luke: Drusilla? Thais? Where were you?

Dru: oh come on, We were only gone for like a weekend

Jocelyn: You were gone four days!

Thais: ok so like a long weekend

Luke: Your families are worried sick, we had to call them! They’re out searching for you now!

Dru: but hey we’re back! And we brought your grandson :)

Luke: my grand—

*Ash enters from outside the door where they told him to wait*

*Jocelyn freezes*

Jocelyn (whispered): Jonathan?

[rozecrest]

i’ve been struggling majorly with eating breakfast before work for a bit, so i asked my mom about how to make the cornmeal porridge she made me as a kid n last night she made a pot with me and i had to go to sleep for work so she waited for it to cool and wrapped the pot in foil for me and now i’m eating it and it’s good and my body isn’t rejecting it and i want to cry i love my mom

[izzymalec]

rl clown moment of mine is specifically getting one of those tv's that u can frame for aesthetic purposes and now thinking the frame is ugly 🫡

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Oh god not clowns please. Please please please I cannot handle clowns why does he have to be a recurring character this is the bad place

[widevibratobitch]

christ im so bad at this. idk maybe there's something wrong with me but it's seriously mindblowing how some people are just out there expressing their emotions so openly and daring to ask something of another person and trusting someone enough to actually hope and even plan for a future together and not living their lives just waiting and trying to prepare for any good thing to end and genuinely being surprised when it does and i think im gonna stop right there because as im typing this i realise that yeah this is actually normal innit there IS something wrong with me after all sjshsjsvdjsjsksjsshsjshdhsksj

[spiteriisen]

tag drop ; isande.

( even scorched by fires of war ; i will fly on wings of my own making. ✧ ic. ) isande. ( gold as the rising sun ; she holds her shield aloft to greet the dawn. ✧ visage. ) isande. ( what good is any faith if in yourself you hold none ; be your own devotee. ✧ isms. ) isande. ( through shade & sleet-- through all winter's wrath ; the thistle maid blooms in xanntash. ✧ aesthetic. ) isande. ( born in the dark but her heart never beat ; not 'til light touched her face was she truly complete. ✧ lore. ) isande.

( a message to all the holy temples dedicated to me ; you all really make up any shit huh. ✧ crack. ) isande. ( do not follow me-- do not pray ; choose to walk alongside me and i will stay. ✧ game shenanigans. ) isande.

connections ;

( i'd trade all tales human & divine to turn back time ; for song in your smile & light in your eyes. ✧ isande & finnegan. ) passionfell. ( you seek no god & i never sought to be one ; not demanding or bestowing-- i am asking for a champion. ✧ isande & ankita. ) passionfell. ( you can't wield a sword for me-- i don't carry one ; pledge oath to you & let blind faith be gone. ✧ isande & alwin. ) risingretribution.

[myjustice]

What is Furina’s spice tolerance?

it's actually not that high now that i'm properly thinking about it. not to say she absolutely can not eat spicy food because she can, but you will be able to tell that she's getting spiced out. she's aware of this fact & thus will request to have plenty of water for her to consume with the dish.

furina is a huge ' where there is a will there is a way ' kind of girl ( obviously ). but to say she would consume spicy dishes regularly no, she would much prefer her sweets.

[ultrasopp]

Today i have learned the meaning of real authentic karen costumer from the u s of a

[lacomandante]

I’m currently in the airport on my way home after a month and a half in Spain, and I am feeling so sentimental. I had an amazing time and grew a lot as a person, and I’m so thankful to Assumpta for letting me stay with her and just being so loving and kind, and giving me so much advice and opportunities to grow and find myself. I’m hoping to see her again in the fall and do more work with her, as well as more archiving ❤️