#because she's feeling things

[lockedfighter]

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐           @goldenfists actually making the bday girl cry w / love . ♡ ₊˚ˑ༄ ↳ to  say  he  was  nervous  was  an  understatement:  he  was  drifting  close  to  the  precipice  of  agitation,  wanting  naught  but  to  provide  the  best  birthday  to  the  one  whose  presence  had  become  a  font  of  vigour,  of  contentment  and  bliss.  he  stood  behind  the  door  that  would  lead  to  the  chambers  of  safety,  holding  a  bouquet  of  the  most  exquisite  wine  roses  and  a  box  so  gingerly  wrapped  in  gorgeous  golden  paper.  its  content  was  an  elegant  necklace  with  a  heart-shaped  crystal,  carefully  carved  by  hands  of  great  expertise.  mayhap  he  had  gone  overboard  (  he  long  lost  the  capability  of  being  in  sync  with  the  mundanities  of  the  world  ),  but  the  intention  was  genuine  and  pure,  wanting  solely  to  grace  her  with  the  beauties  and  delicacies  of  affectionate  care.  after  all,  it  was  a  milestone  in  her  journey,  and  he  was  determined  to  make  it  unforgettable. he  opened  the  door  with  a  single  click  and  crossed  the  threshold  into  their  sanctuary,  being  instantly  greeted  by  the  gentle  rustle  of  curtains  being  drawn  and  the  soft  patter  of  footsteps  echoing  through  the  room.  his  senses  were  heightened,  attuned  to  every  sound,  every  movement,  as  he  made  his  way  to  their  shared  space.  for  a  second,  he  thought  she  was  reposing,  but  the  sounds  coming  from  her  room  emphasised  the  possibility  of  her  enjoying  the  first  sunbeams  on  the  balcony.  a  smile  thus  jazzed  upon  his  tiers,  knowing  that  she  was  a  sunflower  pursuing  the  sun  for  vitality  and  strength  ⸻  many  were  the  times  that  she  would  find  solace  in  the  first  rays  of  sunshine,  encountering  solace  in  the  smallest  joys  of  life. once  in  the  room,  he  observed  how  it  was  bathed  in  the  soft  hues  of  early  morning  light,  casting  a  warm  glow  upon  the  familiar  surroundings.  his  spheres  lingered  on  the  balcony,  where  he  could  see  her  silhouette  against  the  backdrop  of  the  rising  sun.  she  stood  there,  with  all  her  glorious  and  ethereal  beauty,  her  presence  filling  the  room  with  a  sense  of  serenity  and  grace. if  words  could  ever  translate  the  depths  of  his  sentiments,  he  wondered  if  even  her  ears  could  absorb  the  intensity  of  them. with  a  hesitant  step,  he  approached  her,  the  delicate  fragrance  of  the  flowers  expanding  and  filling  the  air,  mingling  with  the  scent  of  her  perfume  and  the  crisp  morning  breeze  [  …  ]  and  before  she  could  turn  around,  his  strong  limb  circled  around  her  from  behind,  the  bouquet  appearing  before  her  like  the  sun  peeking  in  the  horizon.  his  tiers  thus  found  her  ear,  his  heart  pounding  with  anticipation.  ❝  happy  birthday,  princess.  ❞  he  spoke  the  words  he  had  been  rehearsing  in  his  mind  since  the  break  of  dawn.  ❝  saw  them  this  morning  in  the  florist…  thought  you  would  like  them.  ❞  he  murmured  softly,  his  vocals  barely  above  a  whisper.  and  when  she  turned  around,  with  lineaments  graced  with  what  he  perceived  as  a  cocktail  of  surprise  and  happiness,  a  toothy  grin  jazzed  upon  his  tiers. he  extended  the  other  hand  with  the  box,  his  free  hand  elevating  to  rub  his  nape,  mayhap  too  nervous  with  the  extravagant  present.  ❝  it's  handmade…  you  deserve  to  wear  somethin'  this  elegant  whenever  we  have  the  chance  to  have  dinner  out.  ❞  and  with  that,  he  concluded  his  reverie,  observing  her  with  so  much  emotion  and  sentiment  that  he  questioned  his  capability  of  concealing  them.  ❝  i  do  hope  you  like  them…  ❞

༊⋆｡˚                                  the  first  rays  of  sun    never  failed  to  arouse  her  from  (  almost  )  peaceful  slumbers  .  had  begun  to  learn  the  serenity of  sleeping  next  to  him  —-  mayhaps    they  were  finally  safe  ?  they  could  never  truly  know  if  those  who  were  after  them  would    give  in    but  they  had  resided  in  their  penthouse  apartment  for  some  time  now  .  undisturbed  .  slipping  from  the  sheets  ,  she  wondered  where  he  was    ;    panic  initially  set  in  but  she  knew  he’d  have  his  reasonings  .  unable  to  fall  back  asleep  due  to  his  disappearance  ,  she  chose  to  watch  the  sunrise  ‘pon  their  balcony  .  finding   p  e  a  c  e  in  the  solitude  of  the  summer  morning  yet  still  yearning  for  his  presence  .  had  she  become  so  dependent  on  him  ?   

the  sound  of  a  rustling  behind  her  making  smile  to  herself  fully  aware  of  his  presence  .  their  bond  seemingly  connecting  them  so  deeply  .  awaiting  patiently  to  feel  him  against    her  ;   a  routine  they’d  fallen  into  ,  she  gasped  when  line  of  vision  became  obstructed  with  such  beauty  .  a  bouquet  of  ruby  roses  ,  reminiscent  of  her  orbs  .  never  had  she  seen    such    a  large  bunch  .  momentary  memories  filling  her  minds  eye  of  her  late  best  friend  .  she’d  always  loved  flowers  .  oh  ,  how  she  would  have  loved  these  .  but  the  reason  behind  such  a  gift  —-  ..  it  was  then  she  r  e  a  l  i  s  e  d  .  her  birthday  .  the  days  had  all  jumbled  into  one  that  dates  had  slipped  from  her  .    but  he  had  remembered  .  heart  swelling  as  tears  prickled  her  eyes  .  she  didn’t  deserve  him  one  bit  .  did  deserve  such  acts  of  tenderness  .  voice  filled  with  husk    reverberated  in  a    (  dangerous  )    whisper  .  heat  pooling  through  to  her  abdomen  ,  heart  beating  so  fast  ,  she  was    afraid  it  would  break  ribs  .  could  he  hear  the  pounding  ?  simultaneously  falling  in  love  &  lust  with  him  was  beginning  to  prove  a  challenge  for  her  self  control  .  ❛  —-  you  remembered  ..  ❜  breathy  whisper  almost  inaudible  . 

dainty  hands  reached  for  the  floral  arrangement    before  wiggling  around  in  his  arms  .  the  scent  almost  elegant  in  the  air  .  a  calming  fragrance  .  ❛  they’re  so  beautiful  ,  thank  you  .  ❜  next  gift  came  as  even  more  of  a  shock    —-  knocking  the  air  from  her  ,  unspoken  words  a  t  t  e  m  p  t  i  n  g   to  form  .  placing  the  bouquet  ‘pon  the  outdoor  sofa  but  never  straying  too  far    from  his  presence  ,  she  gently  grasped  the    (  beautiful  wrapped  )    golden  present  .  the  box  inside  setting  the  butterflies  within  her  stomach  off  ,  vision  now  hazy  with  tears  streaming  .    the  necklace  within  so  breathtaking  ,  she  began  to  question  if  this  was  all  but  a  dream  ? 

❛    you  ..   ❜  unable  to  form  an    intelligible  sentence  ,  she  quickly  slipped  the  necklace  on  (  despite  still  in  her  night  wear  )    before  setting  down  the  box  next  to  the  flowers  and  acting  on  pure  adoration  &  devotion  for  him  ,  she  leapt  into  his  arms  without  any  warning  —-  legs  wrapped  around  his  waist  as  petite  yet  powerful  hands  cupped  his  cheeks  and  jaw  ;  an  attack  of    peppered  kisses  upon  every  inch  of  his  face  before  a  lingering  one  pressed  possessively  against  his  tiers  . 

❛  i  love  them  !!   ❜  and  you  . 

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[beebfreeb]

[alnilaem]

*heavy sigh* ……. Price

[umblrspectrum]

nevermind i figured out how to draw her

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

[linterteatime]

Slugcat distribution system gave them an explosive rabid raccoon and a overpowered sewer rat ❤️

[noirandchocolate]

Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."

So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.

And also...

My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.

It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.

So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!

And I really am feeling very good about doing it.

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[dappy-dappernette]

I keep on hearing people go all "The voice of the Smitten is such a creep. All he wants in the princess is someone to control and keep as a pretty object. He'd drop the princess if she wasn't the perfect petite maiden like in the damsel route." and I will not stand for the Smitten slander.

Like- He's been in love with her as a burning corpse ghost lady:

A terrifying ghost woman who wants to bring fear and chaos to the world:

And even a murderous blade monster woman who would kill you and enjoy every second of it:

Like, he ALWAYS loves the princess no matter what she looks like or how she acts, he loves her for being herself no matter what or who she is. That's the point of his character and I'm tired of people slandering my boy.

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

I’m sure Dumat being defeated the same year andraste was born means nothing

I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that andrastes mother was part of a tribe who helped the grey wardens fight and defeat dumat the same year she was born, meaning that she could have been a fetus affected by the taint in the proximity of a dying arch demon

And the fact that nobody knows which grey warden killed dumat, as seven wardens died from injuries from his death throes, and therefore we cannot actually identify a warden who absorbed his soul, means nothing

And I’m sure it is a complete coincidence that andraste had dreams and visions of the being later referred to as the maker her whole life, and behaved strangely, talking about hearing lost voices and seeing strange auras. That absolutely doesn’t sound like anyone else we know

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[ciderjacks]

despite Laios low self esteem making him think that if he’d been eaten, Chilchuck and Marcille wouldn’t have helped Falin,

theres a small part of me that thinks the reason Chilchuck stayed with the party and went back in the dungeon in the first place was because he didn’t want to leave Laios alone. That Laios was moreso the reason he stayed.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

[mroddmod]

she’ll be alright because she had you.

[fox-guardian]

starting to feel like part of the reason that Sam and Celia's romance thing feels a little off rn is cuz like. what do you mean they're actually dating. he asked her on a date and she said yes. and it's working out so far. it's chill and fine. what do you mean they're not pining for 4 seasons, not communicating, and then getting together only after one of them walked through hell to drag the other out and make sure they know they're loved and wanted. they haven't even patched each other's wounds yet hello. aren't y'all moving a little fast.