#scattered pages

[midnightpagesss]

[xxrrisxx]

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Albert Camus

[postcardswithoutanaddress]

" between the pages of books, there is infinity. love life loss grief death, all. touching those crisp pages we travel through times. we travel through our sorrows and escape into the distant realms of magic and adventures. We sip the coffee in cozy cafes tucked into cities and learn wisdom through the characters. "

[sweet--creature]

there are scars and marks all over my tossed around body. dirty deep scars and blood stained marks which no matter how hardly rubbed stay there. invisible. but still very much there, and felt. they show themselves when someone gets too close. they show themselves when someone touches them and then, they burn, longing to be touched more, to be caressed. and then when left alone they multiply. reminding me of my loneliness and abandonment. i haven't let anyone get too close ever since.

-aquamarine(me)

[ittorule34]

im a bit terrified

Which part is scaring you?

[accessoryslot]

oh my god he fuckin dead

[celestinagoldentrail]

Flowers and Mysteries 🌺🌹🌼🌻🏵️ [] Alagadda fanfiction

As I regained consciousness, I found myself surrounded by the gentle rustling of golden grasses that swayed with the breeze in the air. My memories of how I ended up in this unfamiliar forest were hazy, but I remembered leaving on a mission to purchase flower seeds for my roses. All that I could recall was the transition from that place to this one, which was all a blur to me. Upon examining my surroundings, I was shocked to discover a peculiar scene: a forest filled with towering trees and lush greenery in a palette of striking red, bright yellow, vibrant black, and pure white. Occasionally, I caught a faint glimpse of opaque purple among the forest's tapestry of colors.

I raised a brow and glanced upwards, puzzled. The sky was an eye-catching shade of yellow and adorned with an array of shining stars, all against a black sun that shone brilliantly in the center. I felt further befuddled when I gazed upon my clothes, noticing that I was garbed in something entirely different from my previous dimension. Draped across my form was a comfortable red corset, complete with a yellow edge accent, red shoulder less sleeve blouse with fingerless black gloves, and a ruffle layered skirt featuring gold trim. I completed the ensemble with black platform heels adorned with red flowers and a black hat that featured four flowers: red, yellow, black, and white, as well as a porcelain mask that bore a grinning expression and red lips.

As I attempted to remove my mask, I found myself unsuccessful. Could it be permanently affixed to my visage? What the devil was awry? I cast my gaze around, bewildered, until my eyes lit upon a crimson pathway. Reluctant to proceed, I nonetheless found myself following the red path out of my own volition. There was nowhere else to go, after all, and I was drawn to the path's mysterious aura.I exhaled heavily as I felt a sense of confusion and disorientation wash over me. The bizarre nature of my circumstances gave me the impression that I was dreaming, yet I knew this wasn't the case. The path brought me to the edge of a towering cliff, where I gazed downward to see a sprawling city situated in the valley far below.

A spark of intrigue ignited within me as I pondered the possibility of other life in this strange new world.I slowly made my way down the pathway leading toward the city, a feeling of unease settling in the depths of my heart. An inner voice beckoned me to turn back, but I found myself unable to heed its warning. It was as if I was being towed forward at the behest of some unseen force, my bodily movements guided by a will beyond my own.

The moment I crossed the city gates, I was inundated with awe at the impossible structures that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Upside-down stairs, winding corridors, and other disorienting paths stretched as far as the eye could see, while the citizens went about their business, their attire reminiscent of the Renaissance and Baroque eras, adorned with masquerade porcelain masks.

Despite the strange nature of my surroundings, I pressed on, attempting to communicate with the locals, to no avail. Time and again, they either ignored my entreaties or dismissed me with a courteous yet firm rebuff, citing their preoccupation with other matters. Nevertheless, I persisted, driven by my desire to unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic city.The question that loomed the largest in my mind was a simple one, yet one that defied a simple answer. I felt as though I had somehow stumbled into a realm entirely incongruous with anything I had ever known, and the unknown depths of this strange environment left me with more questions than answers. And so, as I explored the city and its enigmatic denizens, I could not help but wonder...

...

Where am I?....

(This is just a small page I'm sharing to my fellow Tumblr users out there! I'm actually making a story and this is it's first part! My story is called "Flowers and Mysteries" by "XxCelestinaxX"! It's on Wattpad if you guys wanna check out on the updates! It's also where I'm telling and spilling all the things that had been done. You know, Rubedo being evil, Duo coming back in Alaggada, Odious' silent misery, Albedo's snitching, all that!)

[jamietukpahwriting]

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[alsey]

Scattered Pages!

This year the theme of Milwaukee's Ponyville Ciderfest convention is all about writers and the stories they tell, and one of the fun projects that are being worked on is an original anthology book with contributions from eighteen authors, three editors, and eleven artists – Scattered Pages: Tales from the Book of All Stories!

I've had the pleasure to create the cover as well as some additional art inside, and I'm pretty happy with the result. The back cover portion also includes glimpses of the other artists' work (SlushPony, Pixelkitties, The Artist Sora, Lucky Star, Nyanakaru, Ricostarlight, AlwaysDressesInStyle, Eighth, Imalou, and Gleamy Dreams).

The book will only be available at PVCF'23, so come grab a copy if you can!

[midnightpagesss]

Dark academia <3 🤎

[xxrrisxx]

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

Edgar Allan Poe

[screamingsplittingsilence]

We are history. We were before we met.

I am a story and he is a memory

I tried to forget. I feel bad for him

Sometimes.

He thinks he is a story too.

He's just a chaper, a character

A means to keep the plot going

For someone else.

[rainhearted-ramblings]

Awake

Dark circles under my eyes Sunlight for miles on end There's a strange company to the night And the grey clouds that swallow the moon And stars you never see And the warm b reeze of stillness That you never quite understand The sil ence of your own though ts Is that this what it feels like to be out of your mind?

Two o clock in the afternoon The sun gives light to the moon And yet i don't seem to care much for the brightness Stuck like a loon I hope we don't reach there too soon Nothing but rhymes slipping from my fingers i nto the nigh t

The world gives and the world sleeps When half of it is awake And in the brightest hours of the day I stumble thr ough life Drunk on mo onlight

The leaves sparkle green Cars whiz by

And the sun beats down like always Tropical thoughts are o

ften muddled by the heat How have the tires not melted I don't particularly care Seeing as the world slee ps as it moves And I haven't slept Not for l long

Maybe the sun is ref lected moonlight Maybe that's why I no longer feel home

The world sleeps and r ises But I stay away Walking into the morn ing Drunk and dancing on the moo n

[sweet--creature]

i stare at the mirror in the bathroom, with wide eyes I know I couldn't possibly hate myself any more than I already do. the tap water keeps running as I debate washing my sins away. i can't do that. i can't close my eyes. I'm not able to close my eyes. the demons. they'd rush out. they'd tried to lock me inside. i can't close my eyes. why can't i close my eyes?

-aquamarine(me)

[multiversal-madness]

Do Multiple roses count/j 🌹🌹🌹🌹

(Four roses = four sentences :D)

She looked up as Petra stood, meeting her gaze. Without the threat of the sun burning them, she has her wings out. Two large phantom wings, covered in photosensitive blue and green scales, held together with bone that emerged from her back. Her tail swung behind her, similarly made of bone and membrane, the end splitting off to form a fan-like end, the same blue and green as her wings.

[accessoryslot]

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