#blissful fantasy

[whereserpentswalk]

Imagin witnessing a giant dying. This massive creature of the land that's been here for generations. He looks like a massive human, as tall a skyscraper, his shoulders sprouting plants and his back covered in vines, his body its own ecosystem as birds make their nests in their beard.

He is old. He was here when the first humans came to this land from across the bering strait. He's seen great cities grow, great cities burn, seen empires fall, seen empires rise. His kind's lifespans are far longer than humanity's, but they are limited, as all creatures of flesh and blood are thus limited.

When you first talk to him you ask him what he thinks of your era. He ponders for a moment. You wish for him to condemn all of humanity or all of your generation for a moment. Yet he does not. He speaks of things you wouldn't think to, songs barely heard, festivals of lost woods, and creatures beyond humanity. And when he tells you about humanity's destruction, of the loss of life, he does not blame the commoners but the rulers. And he tells you not to grieve for an extinction that has not yet come to pass.

When you ask him if he fears death he tells you he does not. He wonders why humans do, perhaps for how ephemeral you are. He has lived a long life. And he will die as his ancestors did, and as his decedents someday will. He tells you he does not know where beings are to go upon their death, but that it does not matter, for it will not prevent that final moment.

He tells you that you must wish he was the last of his kind, but he is not. You must wish his death was humanity's story, that it could be a tragedy or a triumph for humanity, but it is not. He is merely sinking into one of nature's many cycles, one that humans tend to fear too much in your era.

[buggachat]

But Marinette dreams of being swept off her feet by Adrien all the time though?

what I mean by "Marinette does the opposite" is that, when faced with trauma/fear/heartbreak/etc, Marinette's emotional response is usually a strong "I don't deserve love! I should stop fawning over Adrien! I don't deserve him! I have to die alone!", which is the exact opposite of Adrien's post-trauma "my life sucks but at least I still have my love for Ladybug/Kagami/Marinette"

[hotdrinks]

[ID: A full-color digital illustration. The setting is a sort of fairy tale wizard’s workroom/storage vault. There is one character: a boy of about 8-10 with short, curly dark hair, grey eyes, and pale skin, and dressed in a loose grey tunic and hose. The boy stands on his tiptoes to look closely at a human heart floating in a glass jar bound in thin silver chains. One hand grips the shelf to balance himself. A lantern with a blue flame dangles loosely from his other hand. The boy’s expression is somewhere between curious and wistful. (It is his heart, pulled from his chest and preserved by the wizard for his protection. He should not be here in this room. He has snuck down at night, while the wizard sleeps, to see it.) The shelves around the room contain an eclectic mix of animal specimens preserved in jars, potions in glass bottles, books, and boxes. Bundles of dried herbs hang from the ceiling. The light of the lantern and the faint glow emanating from the various jars and bottles on the shelves are the only illumination in the room. End ID]

A big illustration commission for @morning-softness who I would also like to thank for writing this beautiful description!! <33

[mxlfoydraco]

simp 👏🏻 harry 👏🏻 supremacy 👏🏻

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles

[killmcpills]

lo más doloroso de la ruptura no había sido que hubiese escogido a s.h.i.e.l.d. por encima de ella o que supiese que estaba espiando a pietro y no podía intervenir, lo peor era seguir compartiendo dormitorio y pasar de dormir cada noche juntas a tratarse casi como desconocidas. aquella mañana se sentía de lo más pesada de lo normal. tenían la primera misión juntos en conjunto desde que todo había pasado y honestamente no sabía cómo sería. tras asearse y cambiarse en silencio -a pesar de todo seguía llevando los guantes-, fue directa a la sala de reuniones sin decir nada. tras tomar asiento, agachó la mirada y esperó a que fury hablase. se sentía sola, muy sola. pietro y yelena se tenían el uno al otro y natasha seguía teniendo a clint, pero ella se sentía tan sola como el primer día que cruzó aquella puerta, solo que en esta ocasión, la pelirroja ya no estaba para darle la bienvenida. // @qvimcra​

[millythewolf]

fig is wearing aydas feathers in her character art

This brings me pure joy

[friendlyeorzean]

domestic bliss

[goatsorcery]

it never ceases to amaze me the difference between astarion in canon and whatevers going on with his characterization in the tags

[whereserpentswalk]

I always spare spiders when they're in my apartment. I could kill them, but it feels like my responsibility not to, they can't fight back after all. And if something so much bigger and so much more powerful then me ever comes across me in its home, I hope it grants me the same mercy.

[clockwork-carstairs]

“He smelled of night air, of sweat and cologne and blood. You are all I have. Hold the darkness back. Hold the memories back. Hold me.”

– through blood, chain of thorns | cordelia carstairs and matthew fairchild

[lavend3r-stardust]

Can someone demonstrate to me what a cozy, soul-warming hug looks like? I'm a visual learner btw

[electrart]

His name is Harold and he is very excited for his first day at frog wizard school 🐸🌿🪄

[luc1d17y-ffxiv]

THIS

TOOK

EIGHTEEN

HOURS

AND

MY

REMAINING

SANITY

But the worst part is done.

The basement of my FC's mansion is a crafting dungeon made by yours truly, using as few slots as possible so the people working on the main and upper floors had enough slots for their designs that people would be more likely to see. ❤️

[killmcpills]

wanda había desaparecido hacia mucho tiempo. que no pudiese recuperar a natasha de vormir y ni si quiera darle un entierro digno le destrozó por completo. después del hex, empezó a estudiar a fondo el darkhold y, aunque durante un tiempo estuvo sumamente corrompida, luego empezó a buscar la forma de recuperarla entre multiversos y finalmente se perdió en una búsqueda eterna en la de encontrar a una natasha romanoff con la que formar una familia. le consolaba saber que en el resto de universos se habían encontrado pero ahora viajaba sin rumbo alguno. perdió el control de el último portal que abrió y cayó de bruces contra la hierba en un bosque frente a una caravana. gruñó un poco y se levantó quitándose la tierra del traje. ¿dónde estaba?” // @qvimcra​

[mimble-sparklepudding]

16. Faith.

Poor, misssguided children. I would ssspare you the tormentsss of thisss cruel and misshapen world. Come, basssk in my radiance. Let it fill your heartsss and free you from your burdens.

[lasaraconor]