#angular 10

[itssofuckingover]

quick tensimm doodle

[black-and-yellow]

[rocketbirdie]

This is Cloud if he was in Roblox.

WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[funkle420]

some Ingrid and Misty doodles

[sigalrm]

British Embassy Berlin by Pascal Volk

[charlesoberonn]

I love this ignorant flearther meme because it really shows the main mental failure of flat earthers, how they can't comprehend the size of the Earth.

Notice how they added a velocity blur to the Earth pic because they can't wrap their mind around the concept that Earth's surface can have a linear velocity of thousands of kh/h but have an angular velocity (which is what makes you feel the centrifugal force in the first 2 pics) of just 1 rotation per 24 hours.

If a playground roundabout spun at 1 rotation per 24 hours you'd barely notice it either.

If a playground roundabout had the linear velocity of Earth's surface it would have to spin roughly 265,789 times per second, which is 10 times faster than the fastest centrifuges we ever built.

[whoviandoodler]

[ID: a black and white digital drawing of julia and jacob from drawfee. they're drawn in an angular style. julia is crouching, one arm resting on her thigh and the other holding her chin. she's wearing a white suit and glasses and has ear-length hair. next to her is jacob wearing a long sleeved black shirt and black jeans. one of his arms is resting on julia's knee and the other is bent at the elbow on julia's back. he has short dark curly hair and an earring. end ID]

Jacob and Julia being a vibe on Secret Sleepover Society

[northopalshore]

Rising signs in the Groom Persona Chart: Their features

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The rising sign in your GPC tells you about your future spouse's appearance, physical attributes and how they present themselves. Picture it like reading their birth chart lol.

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In the signs & degrees:

♰ Aries (1°, 13°, 25°):

Your future spouse could have very angular features, perhaps their eyes could be sharp or very striking. They could have an eager look to them, or they could look like a kid in a way. You could think that they're impatient or they may like to rush things a lot. They could have a great physique or look very hot. They could wear a lot of gym clothes, tight fitting outfits or just athletic wear in general. Either a dork (Maximilian Goof aka Goofy's son lol) or a gym rat.

♰ Taurus (2°, 14°, 26°):

They will dress very comfortably, while still looking extravagant. They could look sophisticated and very, very attractive i.e perfect smile, perfect teeth. They could be taller or heavier than you. They will be very calm, down to earth and put together. They could have a well built physique, and tough body.

♰ Gemini (3°, 15°, 27°):

They could have a slender face, pale skin and a narrow stature. They will look very expressive when they start talking, but have a rather dull resting face lol. They could look rather breezy if that makes sense. Not one to wear anything too fitted. They could have great facial symmetry. Something about their teeth will be very prominent i.e straight or very white.

♰ Cancer (4°, 16°, 28°):

They could have very soft, rounded features. Doe eyes. They could have a slight glow to their face and their eyes. Curvy body, soft lips. They could wear a lot of baggy or vintage looking clothes. They could gain weight quite easily. They will look kind and mellow. They could have a very inviting smile.

♰ Leo (5°, 17°, 29°):

Gorgeous hair, and that face card doesn't decline. They will love dressing in old Hollywood vintage clothing, old money or loud and expensive. They could have very wavy or curly hair that will catch anyone's attention. They also have a slight cocky look to them. They are attractive, and god do they know it.

♰ Virgo (6°, 18°):

They are usually very petite/short and frail looking. They could look compacted but not aggressively so. They will look very clean and polished. There will not be a single speck of dust on them nor will you spot an unironed spot on their clothing. They will love wearing comfortable yet elegant looking clothes. You'll notice they tend to lean on a specific silhouette or colour that they like.

♰ Libra (7°, 19°):

" They have the face of an angel and the body of a greek god" Beautiful. Elegant and gentle. Looking at them will leave you at a daze. They look good and know exactly how to dress for their body. All of their facial features blend in harmoniously, could have a symmetrical face too. Oval faces, bright eyes, pretty smile.

♰ Scorpio (8°, 20):

Usually, they will have very striking eyes. They could have eye bags or just darkened eyes in general. Like virgo, they could love to stare at you lol. Every feature they have will accentuate their eyes. They are very attractive ( s*xually) , everything about them will be sensual and seductive.

♰ Sagittarius (9°, 21°):

There could be a significant size difference between you. They could have very long legs, curly or fluffy hair, and animated facial features. They will look very charming, but goofy in a way. One look at them and you know they're somebody fun to be around. They could laugh a lot and look stoic (contemplating) at times.

♰ Capricorn (10°, 22°):

They could look very cold or uninviting. He could have a very relaxed yet also somewhat stern look on their face even with neutral emotions. They could look very mature, their eyebrows could often be furrowed lol. They could have very prominent bone structures i.e nose, hollow or defined cheek bones. They could look very "boney" in general lol. Very masculine.

♰ Aquarius (11°, 23°):

They could be very tall or slender. Their heads and arms could be quite prominent something about them will catch a lot of stray eyes. They likely have features that are rebellious in nature. They could have odd hairstyles/ colours (especially) or tattoos or piercings. They could dress very.. exotically? Strange? Their fashion style could be quite questionable to say the least but never are they boring to look at.

♰ Pisces (12°, 24°):

They will have very sad, sultry looking eyes that look almost sympathetic 24/7. They will seem like they're not really "there" with you i.e lost in thought or deep contemplation. They will have very rounded features. Their cheeks could look very puffy or rounded when they smile. You could think that they're too good to be true. Their skin could have a greyish undertone, almost like the moon is beneath their skin.

Note: If there are conflicting signs of their appearance for example you have Virgo rising (small, petite) in 2° Taurus (bigger, heavier) then it means your fs is considered large for a virgo i.e.gains weight easily, and are very well built or muscular while still not being overly built (lean).

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@northopalshore

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[maielasworld]

✨ ASTROLOGY OF FAME ✨

— How the stars reveal your inner spotlight —

🌟 Not every star wants the stage, but every star was born to shine.

Want to know if your chart whispers recognition, charisma, spotlight, and glory? Here are the cosmic signs that you were born to be seen:

💫 MIDHEAVEN (MC) – Your Cosmic Throne

It’s the highest point of your chart. Where the world watches you bloom.

Sun here? You’re a natural icon.

Jupiter? Fame comes with luck and expansion.

Venus? Beauty and charm rise to the top.

Aspects with Sun, Moon, Jupiter or Venus? Your light was meant for the world.

☀️ STRONG SUN – The Inner Flame

The Sun rules the way you shine.

In fire signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius)? You radiate without effort.

In angular houses (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th)? Impossible to ignore.

In aspect with Jupiter? Lucky star.

In aspect with Neptune? Magnetic and dreamlike.

✨ JUPITER – The Celestial Amplifier

Jupiter makes everything bigger — even your name, your art, your presence.

In House 1, 10, or 5? The crowd gravitates to you.

In Leo? Love for the spotlight and flair for performance.

In aspect with the Sun or MC? A blessed public journey.

🌙 MOON – The Muse of the People

The Moon connects you to the public’s heart.

In the 10th house? You’re emotionally visible.

In Leo or the 5th house? An artist’s soul.

In aspect with Neptune? You move hearts.

🪞 ASCENDANT – The Mirror of You

How the world sees your light at first glance.

Sun, Jupiter or Venus in the 1st house? A luminous presence.

Ascendant in Fire signs or Leo? Eyes turn to follow you.

In aspect with the Sun or MC? A captivating image.

🎀 5TH HOUSE – The Inner Stage

This house rules art, love, expression and performance.

Planets here sparkle like ballerinas in moonlight.

Venus, Sun or Jupiter in the 5th? Overflowing with charm and talent.

✨ NEPTUNE – The Dreamy Fame

Neptune rules cinema, art, music, and collective enchantment.

In a strong placement? Aura of a muse.

In aspect with Sun, Moon or Ascendant? You inspire just by being.

[vampirewwingz]

things that don't make you a bad regressor:

being tall

being fat

being chubby

being muscular

being angular

being too big or heavy to lift up and carry

not being pale

having kinky or curly hair

having imperfect, yellowed, crooked or broken teeth

having body hair or facial hair

any part of your physical appearance. there is no way to “look like” an age regressor.

being trans or genderqueer

being a boy

liking dark or “inappropriate” shows, even while regressed

having dark or “inappropriate” interests, even while regressed (vulture culture, slasher films, etc)

having coping strategies outside of agere

not being able to regress easily

having sexual trauma

using substances, even while regressed

having “inappropriate thoughts” while regressed — you can't exactly control what you think

swearing, even when regressed

having no caregiver

having a fictional caregiver

not wanting a caregiver

telling nobody about your regression

wearing your regression on your sleeve

needing/using diaps for any reason

using mobility aids, even ones people consider “for old people” (they aren't — they're for whoever needs them)

not being nostalgic for your childhood, or preferring modern children's media compared to what was out when you were little

or being very nostalgic, wanting only to engage with things that came out when you were little

regressing to an older age, like 10 or 12 or 16

choosing/controlling when you regress

not being able to control when you regress

literally anything that gatekeepy tumblrinas and aesthetic pinterest accounts try to force on you. your regression is yours, and you aren't doing it wrong.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[antwuzhere]

I need to stop. Making life series musical aus. That no one wants…. Anyway does anyone remember descendants?? 10 years ago….😰 yeah. I divorce quarteted that. And it’s??? Stupidly accurate????

Rotten and red au <3333 life series x descendants

Now being posted under ‘rarau’ tag

Mind you I told myself I was taking a break from art today….

This is so silly.. taking my fixation from when I was little and smushed it with my current one…..

I am. Really obsessed with them… the outfits. The implied dynamics.. hhhhhh… I might need to make more………

Mean gills + space between would break me actually.

A lot of Character Design notes under the cut;

• Martyn’s hair curls upwards to make these stupid horns and I love it sm.

• dragon wings on his bootssss

• Very sharp edges??? Angular ? Lizard tongue core.

• His colours are so desaturated from mals original pallete.. hhhh. I just couldn’t get it to work….

• That is an hourglass necklace with green sand in it around his neck yes.

• His little, dangly bits of hair at the front are cut so uneven I’m obsessed.

• Scott is 3 apples tall /silly /ref.

• No but seriously, his body type was just based on like. Two apples. And the bun? Apple. And the round face? Apple.

• i like the apple motif okay. Sue me.

• It’s not even important??? I just like the loose over shirt being pulled in by a high elastic waist thing look?? What a guy.

• His hair, like Evie’s original hair, is just this dark blueish gray, with streaks of vibrant blue all through it.

• Very round design overall. 10/10 love it.

• Cleo…. Hhhhh… Icl I’m not a fan of jays outfits, so I ‘designed?’ it straight from jafar instead of the original vk.

• I like the massive scarf wrapping all the way round. I probably would like. Singe the edges if I draw them again. Little fire starter <3

• The scar across their face is meant to atleast reference the zombie stitches from her original character.

• Her hairs lighter at the end for no reason??? It’s just??? Pretty?? I really like it. Almost genie-ish. But that doesn’t make much sense for heractuallkyyyyhhhh

• Pearls fluffy bits of hair look like dog ears but they’re not, she’s 100% human.

• I do like the way her capes like?? Fluffy looking?? From the tattered edges, it’s so dog tail.

• The dual tones are cute but h that’s obviously just referenced from carloses outfit

• I added a lot more fur though, like on the cloak and boots. ….. dogssss… although.. ig she starts scared of them??? … no one tell her it’s dog fur

• Birthmark (or scar I’m undecided) across her face looks like a moon. Cause. Yknow. Moon

There wasn’t as much thought put into the other 5 icl.. lemme speed run this.

• Dogwarts banner around rens waist

• His hairs in like this massive poofy bubble braid but you can’t exactly tell.

• His ears, unlike pearls, are real. And he has the ability to turn more ‘beast like’ like his father.

• false as Audrey save me false as Audrey.

• Her outfits based on her outfit from empires ..

• scar….. beautiful baby scar…. Hhhh.

• Put some clothes on please.

• Multiple hats.. pirates smp reference .

• That cane definetly has like a cap on the end you can take of and turn it into a spear.. he’s stabbed so many people with it.

• Grians a cod.. monster?? Instead of octopus. I kinda imagine he transforms and it’s just like.. a cod version of a hydra or something…

• Parrot feather in his hat HELLO

• There’s nothing to say about Jimmy bless. Except I went through the trenches trynna figure out what gils last name was. And then realised I could just look up Gaston’s.

[sigalrm]

Zeig mir den Weg nach unten by Pascal Volk

[berryz-writes]

Nightmare

azriel x reader

summary: The roles have switched. Now it's Azriel broken and tired needing your comfort after a nightmare

Note: Guyss ik ik the title is basic but i wanted to post it and i've been staring at this for like 10 minutes because i can't think of one 😭 anyways enjoy <33

I had woken in the early hours, the kind of wakefulness that comes suddenly and without reason. My throat burned for water and no matter how many times I flipped my pillow or shifted beneath the sheets, sleep simply wouldn’t come. So I had slipped out, barefoot and quiet, letting the gentle hum of magic guide me down the hall to the kitchen.

I drank, cool water soothing my throat, the glass trembling slightly in my hand from the residual grogginess but as I made my way back toward my room the air shifted.

It started as a feeling. The faintest drop in temperature. A weight pressing down on the space between my shoulders, not painful, but insistent.

And then I saw them.

A slow, thick tendril of shadows spilled out from beneath a door -Azriel's door - curling like smoke over the cold marble floor. They moved with purpose, toward me it seemed.

They seemed distressed, brushing up my ankles more shadows joining a trail of them going to a crack in his door. My pulse spiked, but not from fear. From knowing.

Azriel.

I crossed the hall, the cool stone soothing against my feet, and stopped in front of the heavy oak door. The shadows recoiled slightly, drawing back as if giving me space, encouraging me to enter. I raised my hand and knocked softly.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

Silence.

Only the sound of strained breathing carried faintly through the wood- sharp, uneven, like someone struggling to breathe without waking themselves. My brows pulled together, heart sinking. The shadows didn’t move now simply hovered near the door, waiting. As if pleading.

“Az?” I said, voice low. I turned the handle. It gave way with a soft click.

Darkness swallowed the room. No candles, no fire. Only moonlight spilled across the far wall casting pale light in narrow ribbons through the windows. And there, tangled in the sheets of his bed was Azriel.

Even in sleep he looked tense- dangerously so.

His wings were half-unfurled, his body was twisted in the sheets, muscles rigid beneath sweat-dampened skin and his brow was drawn so tightly it looked painful. The smooth caramel of his skin was filled with strain, his breath coming in short almost gasping bursts. Shadows clung to his face like a second skin, obscuring parts of it revealing just enough to see the silver trail of tears carving their way down his cheeks.

Something shattered in me at the sight.

He never cried. Not when he bled, not when he was broken. But he was crying now and utterly silent about it.

I stepped closer, heart in my throat and gently placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Azriel” I whispered.

His eyes flew open.

And everything happened at once.

In a blur of movement the shadows exploded outward and I was slammed down into the mattress, the cold bite of steel at my throat before I could even blink.

The blade shimmered with blue siphon-light, the edge so sharp I felt it hum against my skin. I froze. My breath hitched. His body hovered above mine, tense as a coiled spring. His hand gripped the hilt of his dagger with terrifying precision every muscle locked in place.

His eyes- hazel ringed in gold- burned into mine. Wide. Ferocious. Haunted.

For one long second we just stared at each other, my heart slamming against my ribs. The moonlight struck his features fully now: the angular lines of his cheekbones, the scarred curve of his jaw, his lips parted slightly, drawing shallow, panicked breaths. His hair, dark and tousled fell across his forehead in damp waves.

“Azriel” I said softly, carefully. “It’s me.”

The blade didn’t move.

But his eyes did- searching, flickering with recognition.

Then…something cracked.

His grip loosened. The dagger slipped from his hand and landed with a dull thud on the mattress beside us. His breath hitched sharply and he scrambled back, horror etched into every line of his face.

“I-” His voice broke. “Fuck- I didn’t know- it was instinct- I thought...”

“It’s okay” I breathed, sitting up slowly.

He backed into the far side of the bed dragging both hands through his hair. His wings trembled slightly before folding in tight against his back, like they too were ashamed of the outburst.

“I thought it was real” he whispered, barely audible. “I was still there.”

My chest ached. “What did you dream about?”

He shook his head once, jaw clenched, eyes unfocused. “I can’t- ” His voice caught. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does” I said, gently, crawling across the bed toward him.

He looked at me finally. His eyes were rimmed with red, still wet with the aftermath of whatever storm had ripped through him in his sleep. A warrior broken open.

“You didn’t call for anyone” I murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “But your shadows did”

His eyes widened slightly. “They…brought you?”

I nodded.

He exhaled shakily, some part of him unravelling.

He didn't wipe the tears.

He didn’t even blink them away.

They trailed silently down the strong lines of his face. Azriel sat motionless on the edge of the bed, hunched slightly forward, eyes locked on the far wall with the expression of someone looking through it.

Not at it.

And gods, his face…

His mouth was slack, lips parted as he breathed- barely. His jaw, normally clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone, now hung loose with something I could only call defeat. His eyes, usually sharp enough to peel lies from truth were distant. Dead.

And still, the tears kept falling.

Not sobbing. Not gasping. Just…falling.

I couldn’t take it. Not one more second.

I moved closer, slowly, gently, like approaching a man on the edge of a crumbling ledge. Because he was. His broad back rose and fell unevenly, wings trembling with the effort of keeping still. His head bowed slightly forward now, shoulders caved in like the weight of it all had finally broken through that impossible armour.

“Az” I whispered, kneeling before him on the bed “Look at me.”

He didn’t.

But when I reached up, when I cupped the side of his face in my hand- he flinched.

Not from fear. From shame.

His eyes squeezed shut, his whole body tensing like he was bracing for a blow. My thumb brushed beneath his eye, catching a fresh tear.

That single act undid him.

A sound escaped him- guttural, broken, like something being torn from the deepest part of his chest. His body folded inward like the strength holding him up had simply vanished. And then he was collapsing into me.

Into my arms.

He clutched me with such raw desperation it stole the breath from my lungs. His arms wrapped tight around my waist, his face burying in the crook of my neck as his body shuddered. Trembled and fell apart.

And he cried.

Not the silent tears I’d found him with but deep, aching sobs. The kind that only came from wounds so old, so buried, that they bled in silence until the dam finally broke. His entire frame shook, wings pulled in tight, shadows flickering helplessly around him like they didn’t know how to comfort him anymore.

I held him tighter. Pressed my lips to his temple. Let him break without judgment, without fear.

And then through the broken gasps he started to speak.

“They locked me in that cell when I was eight.”

His voice was hollow. Shaky.

“I screamed for three days. My brothers told me if I made a sound, they’d break my wings. So I screamed into my hands until my voice disappeared.”

My breath hitched, but I said nothing. Just kept my fingers threaded through his hair grounding him.

He pulled in a sharp breath and exhaled like it hurt.

“I started…seeing things in the dark. Hearing voices that weren’t mine. The walls felt like they were closing in. Sometimes I still feel them now.”

I kept my hand at the back of his neck, thumb stroking softly. Up and down. A soothing rhythm.

His voice cracked further. “The worst part wasn’t the silence. It was the hope. Every time I heard a footstep above, I thought it might be my mother." His voice broke off again. “She never came”

I shut my eyes, just for a moment, as grief twisted in my chest.

“And now” he rasped, shaking his head “even when I sleep- I go back there. That fucking cellar. I can’t stop it. I smell the mould on the walls. I taste blood in my mouth. And all I can think is that I deserved it. That somehow it made me stronger. Made me who I am today”

My hands stilled.

He laughed once- bitter and hollow. “What kind of person thanks the people who broke them?”

I tilted his face gently forcing him to meet my eyes. “You survived them” I whispered. “You're so strong....the man you are now is because of yourself.”

He stared at me, blinking slowly, as if the words didn’t compute.

“You didn’t deserve any of that, Azriel. Not then. Not now.”

He shook his head, but his grip on me only tightened, fingers digging into my waist.

“I’m not- ” His throat worked around the words. “I’m not good at this. Letting people see me like this.”

I smiled faintly, brushing away another tear from his cheek. “You don’t have to be good at it”

His breath caught. And for a moment, his eyes searched mine like he wasn’t sure how this was real.

“I don’t know how to let people love me” he whispered.

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his. “Then let me start.”

He closed his eyes. A fresh tear slid down, catching the moonlight. But this time, he let me wipe it away.

And he didn’t look at the wall again.

**the next morning**

The morning sunlight bathed the room completely.

It filtered in through the windows in long, golden threads, brushing over the stone walls and scattering across the bed in delicate beams. The warmth crept over my skin slowly, and I blinked awake, not quite remembering where I was- until I felt the weight.

Azriel.

His arm was draped over my waist, heavy and secure. His head rested against my shoulder, his dark hair spilling across my collarbone. One of his wings was curled around us like a blanket, shielding us from the world. His breathing was steady now. Peaceful.

I hadn’t seen him look this peaceful before. Not once.

He still held onto me in sleep, fingers curled loosely at my hip like his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that the danger was gone.

I shifted carefully, not to leave but to see him fully.

He looked younger in the daylight. Softer. His scars caught the sunlight and turned to gold against his skin. His tears from the night before had dried, but I could still see the faint streaks they’d left behind. And gods, it broke me all over again.

Because even now- even resting in safety- he looked like someone who expected to be alone.

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his face, fingertips ghosting along the curve of his temple. He didn’t stir but his brow twitched faintly. I wondered how long it had been since someone touched him without needing something in return.

Azriel didn’t ask for things. He endured.

He gave and gave and bled for the ones he loved and yet he never asked for anything in return. Not comfort. Not kindness. Certainly not this.

But last night…last night he’d let me see the pieces he buried so deep I wasn’t sure he remembered they were still there. He had broken in my arms and still clung to me like I was something worth holding onto.

He stirred slightly and I felt the moment his body tensed, his mind waking faster than the rest of him.

His hand tightened reflexively at my side before he blinked his eyes open.

Those beautiful hazel eyes found mine.

And for one heartbeat he looked like he might panic. Like he remembered everything and was about to retreat behind those stone walls again.

So I whispered, soft as a secret “You’re okay.”

Azriel didn’t move. His lips parted like he wanted to speak but no sound came. Instead his eyes searched mine- as if trying to figure out why I was still there. Why I hadn’t run.

Why I hadn’t seen the worst of him and walked away.

“I’m still here” I said, reading the question he didn’t ask. My hand came up again brushing his cheek with my knuckles. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His voice, when it came was hoarse.

“I thought maybe…I dreamed it.”

“You didn’t.” I smiled gently. “You opened up. And I listened”

His gaze flicked away, shame creeping in around the edges.

But I touched his jaw, guiding his face back to mine. “Don’t do that” I whispered. “Don’t hide from me now.”

He nodded once, slowly. Like he didn’t know how to believe me but wanted to try. Pressing a soft kiss to my head we laid there in silence his wing still wrapped around us.

Azriel shifted closer again, hesitating, then pressed his forehead lightly to mine.

“I don't know how to do it without you” he said softly.

“You don’t have to” I murmured. “I'll always be here. I promise”

And then he closed his eyes, content to lie here with me for all eternity.

note: UHHHH idk if i did this idea justice guys. As you can tell I've recently learnt how to properly use effect in sentences. (look at me using them commas and dashes EXCESSIVELY😋) anyway i totally am not writing this note because i'm CRINGING at my old fics

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The lovely Empress Bed & Breakfast, plus wedding venue, hasn't sold. The incredible 1888 Queen Anne Victorian in Little Rock, AR has 10bds, 11ba, 9,500sqft and comes fully furnished whether you buy it for a business or a private residence. It was reduced $100k last Feb., and still hasn't sold. Current price is $1.799m.

Rounded entrance doors open to a turret foyer. Remember, all the furnishings are included. Look at those urns.

The central entrance hall has a fireplace with original bright blue tile.

Look up to see the clouds on the ceiling.

Gorgeous double staircase. Look at the lamps on the newel posts. This home is known for its octagonal and angular rooms.

Sitting room #1 has a direct outside entrance.

Sitting room #2 is a handsome deep blue with red accents.

The library is stunning. It has an elaborately carved fireplace and the walls are lined with shelving. Look at the historic map on the ceiling.

The formal dining room has lovely wainscoting. It must've take years to collect all this decor and the lucky buyer will get it all.

The kitchen is vintage. They left it as authentic as possible.

A step down from the kitchen there's a spacious everyday dining room.

Quite a large landing, but it's a very big house.

What a magnificent bed.

A sitting room. Look at the tiles on the fireplace.

This bath is nice, but I'm not a fan of free-standing showers. With all the money they spent to furnish the house, they could've put in one of those Victorian reproduction showers.

There are 10 bds. all beautifully decorated. This one has a sink.

Nice vintage bath.

This suite has a different look, but I like it.

The tub is in the bedroom, then the shower is behind the tub, and finally, there's a toilet and sink room behind the shower.

This bedroom also has the tub in the room.

And, this bedroom is in the finished attic.

This tower room is lovely- love what they did with the drapes on the ceiling.

In the back yard there's a tiny chapel for the weddings. .49 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2120-Louisiana-St-Little-Rock-AR-72206/2128583794_zpid/

[celestialxgarden]

🪞Physical appearance of your future spouse🪞

Masterlist

Pile 1

Your future spouse will have a lighter complexion. Their hair color will range from blonde to light brown, but for most of you I’m seeing a blonder color. They appear to be quite tall. They have a strong and almost intimidating appearance, but I don’t get the impression that they work out a lot, so they could just naturally be more on the muscular side. They also have a beard. This person is most likely older than you. For some the age difference could be up to 10 years. For others it’s more like 3-5 years. This person also has really nice strong hands. I’m getting more of a masculine vibe for this pile. Your future spouse has more traditionally masculine features. I’m seeing that this person has a strong jaw line and thick eyebrows. Their eyes are most likely blue and deep set, for some of you their eyes are a light hazel. They also have a very nice prominent nose. Their appearance overall looks to be very balanced and symmetrical, most people would find this person to be attractive.

Pile 2

Your future spouse has more of a darker complexion. Their hair color will range from dark brown to black. This person has either wavy or curly hair. Their skin could be olive toned or darker. For some this person could have very dark skin. They will have brown eyes.

This person has a sturdy and medium sized build. They are average height.

They have a square face shape. They also wear their hair very short. This person looks quite young. They have a very youthful appearance, for some this person could be younger than you.

Your future spouse might have a unconventional look. They might dress in a alternative way. They have a free spirited personality, so they like to be experimental in the way they dress. This person could also have some type of scar or injury that alters their appearance in some way. For some the injury is related to their legs specifically.

Pile 3

Your future spouse has long hair that is black and very straight. Their skin is more on the paler side. I feel like this person has very nice skin. They might invest a lot into their skincare routine or they just have good genetics. They have a very high contrast kind of a look. Their appearance is very dreamy and mysterious. Their eyes are very dark almost black. This person has sharp and angular facial features, but there is still a softness about them. Their nose is small and they have thin eyebrows. Their face is a bit bird like, but in a attractive kind of way. They have a very strong and athletic body. They definitely work out a lot. Their body is built very nicely. It is noticeable that they put in a lot of effort in the gym. This person is slightly above average in terms of height. There is a softness about them. They have feminine features whether they are a man or woman.

Your future spouse has very sparkly eyes. I feel like this is one of the things that people notice the most about them.