#on the other side intact :))

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[simplykorra]

how do you solve a problem like ava silva? - chapter one

As she’s done billions of times (maybe an exaggeration but she’s done it a whole lot) Ava runs her hand from her head to her chest and then taps both shoulders before sliding down to her knees in the confession booth.

There aren’t a whole lot of benefits to being short, like when Sister Lilith puts her favorite cookies on top of the fridge with a sticky note on the freezer that just says Corinthians 6:19-20 that makes Ava roll her eyes so hard they nearly fall out of her head.

A benefit of being short is that she’s never grown so big that these confession booths feel crowded. Not like that flagpole she calls her friend Lilith, who always comes out of them with a tweak in her neck and a frown on her face.

Ava settles in and takes a breath, hands clasped together. “Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been sixteen days since my last confession.”

She waits, fighting with herself to keep her eyes closed.

“Go on, my child.”

“Oh,” Ava drops her hands and turns to try and look through the lattice separating them. “Father Maddox?”

He looks at her and sighs. “Good morning, Ava.”

“Hi! Sorry, I was…I thought this was Father Vincent’s booth.”

Through the lattice, she can see him trying not to smile - she’ll get him one of these days. “He is three booths down on your left.”

“Oh okay cool!” Ava starts to climb out but then stops herself. “Say, how are your plants? Are the succulents doing well?”

He nods with just a hint of excitement. “They are, they’ve enjoyed the warmer weather.”

Ava groans. “Gosh me too! I’m starting to think photosynthesis is just as good for people as it is for plants, you know? My moods have been better and…well my hands and face are getting pretty tan.” She leans in a little closer. “Also don’t tell Mother Superion but I pulled up my sleeves to my elbows yesterday and gave my forearms some sun.”

“Do not worry, my child - your secret is safe with me.”

“Ah, of course! This is a confession booth after all, duh.” She opens the door to the booth and starts to climb out. “I’ll come by and see your little guys when I get back from my new assignment okay? Don’t fall asleep in there.”

CONT ON AO3

[articskele]

“...Wrong? Why would anything go wrong?”

Without further ado, a stimboard for @ask-the-biggering-onceler!

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[glowing-blue-feathermage]

Happy Friday!!

These lyrics really say Anders to me...

"I haven't slept in three days, and my fears dance around as I lay here awake,"

❤️

ty for the prompt darling! sorry not sorry for the angst.

for @dadrunkwriting

The first night he’d cracked jokes when they’d tossed him into the holding cell, hanging on the bars, arms twined through them while he chattered away. He told the funny parts of the short story of his last escape attempt, like the time he’d been thrown out of an inn without his shirt, and had to hide until dark when he could sneak in through a back window and steal another one. The story wasn’t really funny—it had been mid winter, he’d been starving, cold, and had nowhere to sleep that night. He’d just meant to remind the guard that Anders was harmless. That’s why they always caught him, and always let him live.

A week passed, and no guard in the rotation would speak to him. He got his meals through a slot in the door, had a bucket they changed once a day, and only a single window to show the passage of time but which was too high to see through. 

On the eighth day they opened the cage and Anders had managed to keep his relief and giddiness at impending freedom suppressed, so they didn’t picture themselves as his saviors. 

They weren’t. They weren’t there to save him. Instead, they marched him through the halls and down the stairs to the dungeon. 

It had been three days since they'd locked him in and he hadn’t slept a minute of it. The cell they shoved him into was small, damp, and black. There was no cot—just filthy, bug-infested hay and a sewer drain they expected him to piss in. He’d slept in worse conditions on the run, but never somewhere he couldn’t leave.

Anders had felt fear in Kinloch Hold many times. He’d felt it on the road behind every moment of freedom that he claimed, always waiting for them to come.

He waited for them to come now, but they didn’t. A templar scuffed down the stairs and into the dungeon twice a day to leave his meals. They didn’t speak, even when Anders begged to know when he would be released, begged to speak to the First Enchanter, begged for light. There was none. Not even a candle. 

His only company was fear, and an image that replayed itself over and over in his mind—a sunburst brand. They had another plan for him now, not the light security of the upper holding cells, which was a vacation palace compared to this. He had finally worn through the good grace his charm had always won him. 

It could only mean one thing. And he’d had the runed clasps around his wrists for weeks now. Not even a chance to say goodbye to the part of himself that would soon die. To Compassion, his spirit, who would be lost with it.

Anders wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cell when he finally started scratching crude lines on the wall with a chuck of mortar he clawed from between the stones. 

On the day he’d carved ninety marks—three months of insomnia, hunger, and hopelessness—the cat appeared.

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

The problem with big fandoms (using "problem" in a very loose sense here) is that it's really hard to stumble across the weird niche undertagged stuff when its being buried in five million coffee shop/royalty/high school/soulmate aus. If there are 150 works in the tag total you can look through very quickly and find anything that appeals to you. When there are over a million it is much harder to do that.

[darth-sonny]

WOAH, what happened to Leo's shell in WaW AU?

I thought his eyes and arms the only thing that changed (+ tail)

boy got anakin skywalker'd

[bunabi]

the only reason I want September to go by slower is to delay the private DAV event media embargo 😭 I forgot that was this week

I know I said I've given up on avoiding spoilers — I still trust there's still enough unseen stuff to balance out the reveals — but after The Lucanis Slip I'm done fr fr this time

[muninnhuginn]

feeling so normal about li bing and qiu qingzhi btw

[zhengzi]

man my brain is cooked

just soup

a fizzy soup

[cookieofearthbread]

How do you feel - Accepting

Anon

How do you feel about Shadow Milk Cookie? ( For Mystic Flour & 'Wheat Flour' )

“Shadow Milk Cookie is a friend of mine and one that’s always welcome here in this realm.” Mystic Flour spoke, a hint of fondness laced in her voice.

Despite being the Beast of Apathy; there was still a part of her that cared for the other beasts which included the Jester himself as the only thing that managed to remain with her was the friendship crafted between them.

A friendship that would not be easily tossed away in oblivion.

“As I know he will help me as I will help with any plan that he has crafted in his mind especially if it grants us freedom once more and allows us to reclaim the power that was unfairly stolen from us by our creators as ‘divine’ punishment for our actions.”

There was a small frown on Wheat Flour’s face as whilst she hadn't personally interacted with the Jester (yet but she can only imagine it would be a matter of time before they crossed paths)… 

She knew enough from the information she gathered and what exactly he represented… The pain and madness from her friend who desperately tried to save them all from the madness that was eating away at them that he deceived himself into believing everything would be okay… Until it wasn’t… And it was too late to realize the truth…

“Shadow Milk Cookie… Is a cookie that brings pain and sadness to my heart… Knowing that he is part of my friend and the twisted side to him weighs heavily on me… ” She spoke solemnly; placing her hand over her 'heart'.

“I can only hope that Blueberry Yogurt can conquered the darkness that is him and free himself from the madness that holds him tightly.”

[razzle-zazzle]

What are your Lucrecia headcanons, I want to know ALL of them

I know you want all of them but all I can think about is a headcanon I have where Lucy teaches the kids swears on purpose, but Dona does it on accident.

Dona tries not to swear around the kids, and she does a pretty good job! But there are times where she just. Lets it slip. And it seems like every time she does, without fail, one of her kids are within earshot. It's her curse.

Nona, on the other hand, will go out of her way to teach the kids swears, and when best to use them. She always swears the kids to secrecy, but everyone in the family knows. She doesn't make an effort to hide it, and Dona & Augustus don't make an effort to stop her.

[scattered-winter]

thinking abt shiro again...yeah no it's gonna be all day...

[laylanatorseventeen]

The "what are we here for? everyday I get emails" is quoted by me on a weekly basis at least and yet it is a lie. I love emails. Emails are the fucking best. Not having to talk on the phone or face to face?? Baller. Not having to struggle with shitty cell phone connection and my auditory processing issues and trying to talk to people on the fly? The fucking best. I get straight up so mad when places try to call me or don't have an email option, like bitch its 2023, and you wanna talk with our HUMAN VOICES?? EMAIL EMAIL EMAIL THIS ISNT THE DARK AGES

[boomingsmile]

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i wanna be free i hope i will by the end of the week--or at least free from excessive proofreading and code editing--goodness i hate everything about graduation i shall go missing

[serpentdyke]

Dead Ringers (1988)

[nexus-nebulae]

love those half-asleep half-dreams you get when trying to fall asleep. ive been falling asleep to rats smp recently and i started to have a dream where it's the entire rats cast but in the great british bake off except it's still In Minecraft and my cake just Fell Apart into its individual bits