#r: like calls to like

[sankta-alina-s]

@luminescenc1e

Two months after 'meeting' Aleksander, Alina found herself residing in his home in Os Alta. The Omega had never been to the city before and found herself longing for Os Kervo. Having lived nearly all her life in Keramzin, Alina had quickly taken to the ability to go to the shore whenever she wished while in Os Kervo. Now, so far from it, she couldn't help but compare her current location to Kermazin.

Although, perhaps the comparison wasn't totally fair; her intended mate's residence far outshone the rundown children's home that she'd grown up in.

Staying with Aleksander wasn't as bad as she thought it might be, although she would hardly admit such a thing to him. Their mating loomed in the corner of her mind yet, up until recently, she'd been able to focus on the positives. For one, she was given access to a study where she could curl up before the fire with a good book and an even better glass of wine. Alina could imagine spending many a winter night tucked beneath a blanket, basking in the warmth from the hearth. But, perhaps best of all, was the studio she spent much of her time in.

That afternoon found Alina in her favorite spot before one of the large windows, using the natural light afforded by the sunny day. Her fingers grasped a stick of charcoal as she sketched an image from memory: the peaceful meadow that she'd spent most of her free time with Mal as children.

An all too familiar scent drifted toward her, heralding the arrival of the Alpha it belonged to. Her stomach churned, though not in dread, as she continued to sketch. Her heat was supposed to begin next week, making her more susceptible to the pull she felt toward Aleksander. She was sure he was aware of what lay ahead, either from the shift in her own scent or from the information he'd gathered before their meeting in the airport terminal.

"Good morning," she said, looking toward the door when she heard footsteps pause.

Alina shifted on her stool to face him, fingers still grasping her charcoal.

[redstonedust]

in general i dont think fandom tattoos are a bad idea but i think u need to at least give yourself like a two year buffer from the end of that piece of media before you commit. like if someone told me "yeah im obsessed with hazbin hotel rn so im gonna get a hazbin hotel tattoo" id be like woah okay maybe put a pin in that idea for later. but if someone told me "yeah i read homestuck in its prime and i still love it so im gonna get a homestuck tattoo" id be like well fair enough its been like eight years. if you still like it now you'll probably still have fond memories of it in 20 years. you do you.

[foolsocracy]

identity reveals are always fun

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[aratribow]

Jy and his two guard dogs (or cats)

[pipskippy]

characters i have drawn just soooo many times i love you forever thena!!!!!!

[pcktknife]

twily

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[gdn019283]

Oh, oh.

Yes.

My favourite “Merlin?” Very underrated moment, in my opinion.

[temeyes]

he doesn't wanna talk about it

[alexei-home-fromthewar-at-last]

I think a fair number of (able-bodied) people don’t understand that cripple is a slur. It’s a slur. It’s offensive. Physically disabled people can reclaim it *if they want to*, but they don’t have to. They can be offended by it if they want to as well. Both are valid.

Also, you can reclaim it FOR YOURSELF! You don’t just get to call other people cripples because you decided to reclaim it. That’s personal. Saying “oh, I can say that because I’m physically disabled” only applies if you’re referring to YOURSELF that way. You do not get to tell other people in your community what they should and shouldn’t be comfortable with.

[sankta-alina-s]

@starlsssankt

How would she make it another two months? Alina shifted the papers in her grip before setting them aside with a huff. Her desk chair was becoming too uncomfortable to sit on for too long, leaving her to prop herself up in bed with her work.

She idly rubbed at her stomach as a solid kick was made from within. “Your child hasn’t given me a single moment of peace all morning,” she complained when she spotted the father of said child. “I’ve been staring at the same report for at least an hour.” Concentrating on anything other than the life growing inside of her was becoming difficult.

[iinryer]

buddietommy beach day for @buffaluff ! they r conked OUT

this is a prompt fill with the @911actions gotcha for gaza! check out how you can donate to a good cause and request some cool creations <3

[serendippertyy]

oooh they hate eachother so bad

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[suntails]

knighted