#synonymroll648

[bookwyrminspiration]

quildira keefe hair reveal, if you’re comfy with it?

you cannot tell me you haven’t seen this same look in dozens of fanarts

[everliving-everblaze]

cath (lmk if you don’t go by that anymore) coming back into the kotlc tag and seeing you with a new pfp of graphic novel fitz is so fucking funny. like who are y- oh! familiar url! oh it’s the sophitz fella! the stan fitz vacker or perish guy! yeah. yeah. the pfp makes sense

HIII how are you doing !! I love being predictable. It's me. Same guy. Same blorbo. Check back in next year o7

[faggot-friday]

:0 new url!!

yesss faggot friday is tomorrow 😌 peace and love on planet earth

[appleflv]

went a lil over 500 words, but it was to finish the section i was in. anyway! here's a lil quote for you :) "The rest of the night reads better as a montage of memories, highlights of moments cut away from their contexts and pasted together into a real life version of blackout poetry through imagery."

izzy ajajwiuwuw i don't think i've said this before but i rlly like your writing, like there's a way that you put words together that's just so lyrical and easy and this quote is no different!!

[asexual-juliet]

politely knocking on your door. looking at you with haggard, desperate eyes that still know restraint. asking you from a genuinely curious standpoint - why do you tag so many things as g minor mozart? google says - at first glance - that the only correlation is that mozart used g minor a lot and also used it to represent tragedies, but your tags feel more meaningful than that. please. please. please enlighten me, ma'am. why do you tag things as g minor mozart?

hi!!! hello!!! g minor mozart is my tag for things that remind me of my best friend and it's from love poem xvi by adrienne rich which is my favorite poem because it also reminds me of her!! specifically the lines "...lying at your side / watching red sunset through the screendoor of the cabin, / G minor Mozart on the tape-recorder, / falling asleep to the music of the sea" <3

[that-glasses-dog]

psp, can you see this ask?

YES I CAN

WOO

[aphelea]

*infinity symbol i don't have on my computer keyboard (for the song shuffle ask game)*

And leave me in the rain Wait until my clothes cling to my frame Wipe away your tear stains Thought you said you didn't feel pain

~ Landfill, by Daughter

[even-if-in-another-time]

new picrew chain that probably already exists but i love seeing how my mutuals perceive themselves so !!!!!! i’ll go first :D

it’s me !

tagging @synonymroll648 @an-ungraceful-swan @gay-otlc @eyeliner-oreos @camelspit @bookwyrminspiration and everyone else i’m inevitably forgetting if y’all would like :]

[camelspit]

based off this post by @fintan-pyren

@synonymroll648 you wanted this. this is your fault.

[dreaming-of-the-end]

futures and dreams (and other non-fading scars): Bianuca

A/N: Hi @uni-seahorse-572, I'm your secret santa! Thanks @song-tam for hosting!

Summary: Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

TW: mentions of blood/violence/wounds

Tags: @steppingonshatteredglass @sunset-telepath @stardustanddaffodils @turquoise-skyyyy @skylilac @wu-marcy @saintashes @rune-and-rising @lavender-and-rainy-days @confusedamphibian @hellomyfriends @callas-starkflower-stew @a-harmless-poison @professionalwhalewatcher @theogony @gay-otlc @confuzzled-fox @almostfullnerd @athenswrites @synonymroll648 @squishmallow36 @xanadaus @honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid

Biana's lips part as she sleeps, in soft contrast to the rest of her twisted face. Maruca wants to trace a finger down her skin, soothe the wrinkle between her brows, let her eyes rest easy instead of pressed tight.

At least she's finally asleep.

The bandages wrapped across most bare skin make the idea of rest impossible: three hours ago, she was pinned down to keep from writhing, with teeth clenched so hard they ground audibly as Elwin and Livvy plucked shards of glass from her skin, then poured a disinfectant elixir over the jagged wounds. The numbing elixir barely eased the pain for her. Elwin said some of the glass had gone too deep.

Maruca wants to hold her hand, but even if she could do that without causing her pain, she isn't sure what it would mean. Years before, there wouldn't have been any sort of hesitation, only relief, comfort, familiarity.

The thing is, she knows the feeling of her hand so well that seeing those fingers twitch in her sleep is a phantom pain, an absence so familiar that feeling it is easier than it would be to feel the real thing.

Biana's mouth purses and her face screws up on itself for a moment before fading back into worried sleep.

(god, that mouth.)

Livvy had taken her aside, an hour ago, when the bandages had just been wrapped and the color had still been gone from her skin. "Elwin will tell them that the scars might fade. He will give her a possibility, maybe a hope."

"And you?" Maruca asked.

Livvy looked at her. "Maybe in a hundred years, there will be nothing remaining from this day on her skin. But the scars will still be there."

Maruca scrubs at her face with her hands.

She can hear Fitz in the next room talking to his parents, swoops of anger filling the area before he remembers to keep his voice down. Della's sobs punctuate the conversation. Alden's voice is lower than usual, pieces of his crisp accent lost in raspy worry.

Sometimes, it's like it only took a day for their family to fall apart. But then Maruca remembers it really took two, even though she wasn't around for either of them.

One: Alden's mind break. Two: Alvar's betrayal.

She wonders if this day will be the third. She knows it would have been if Fitz and Dex had taken any longer, or if Livvy hadn't been in Atlantis, or if they hadn't found her in time.

Still, all she knows is that there was the last day she was there: when Della was smiling, when Alvar was making his stupid jokes, when Alden could tease his children without worrying about the consequences, when Fitz still had that laugh that didn't turn dark halfway through. When Biana's breaths were even and balanced and calm.

And then there was every day after. When she'd see them in public, or in meetings, or in school, and suddenly the memory of the planting scattered its leaves through every long-lasting look, or there was a missing piece from their unified front.

If they hadn't found her in time.

The thought is more than a prickle or a pang. It's an explosion, a road to a future without her. A future she never imagined, never wanted to imagine.

All the future she'd imagined consisted of kisses in the dark and smiles across a bright room and fingers tracing arms and thumbs scraping across cheekbones and dark hair twisted carelessly around a knuckle and limbs slung over stomachs—

Goodbye does not have to go both ways.

It doesn't even have to go one way. Biana never said goodbye, but neither did she. They never made a promise not to grow apart, but Maruca doesn't think it would have mattered.

In the end, it wasn't a clean break.

It was a drawn-out pull, like a strand of yarn from a threadbare sweater. It unraveled so quickly and so suddenly that all of a sudden Maruca was left with threads the size of hairs and no way to weave them back together. It took several months of wondering when it would happen and then all of a sudden she was gone.

Gone.

"I'm scared of losing you," Biana had told her once upon a time. Back before the first time falling apart. Not the Vackers, but them.

Well, great job, Bee. 'Cause now she's fucking terrified.

Biana stirs. 

Fitz is there immediately, thanks to his sixth sense that tells him whenever a sibling is either dying or betraying him. He leans over the bed, hand hovering an inch above her cheek, her hair, the closest he can be.

Maruca was scared for him, of him when she'd arrived. Eyes bloodshot, voice breaking every other word. He'd let go of her hand and then his nails had almost gone through his skin from clenching his fist too hard. He'd tried to smile at her and she caught a glimpse of a wild animal prowling, barely hidden anymore.

Dex had rested a hand on his shoulder, and it calmed and provoked him, sending him pacing and tearing his hands through his hair and eventually, sitting by her bed with his mouth moving, whispering to her what she'd never be able to hear. Dex sat beside him for hours, even if he's gone now, mixing elixirs for the scars that will never truly fade.

Maruca sits on her other side, staring at the bandages and thinking that maybe she should go into healing if only so she'd have some idea of how to be useful.

"Biana," Fitz whispers. Her eyes crack open.

Maruca almost retreats, but she's never hidden before and she refuses to now. She crosses her arms over her knees and twists her fingers together.

"Did we win?" Biana asks, her voice gravelly from sleep and screaming.

Fitz hesitates.

"They saved the city," Maruca says. Biana's eyes widen, flicker over. Then they drink her in like there's no one else she'd rather see and there it is. The reason she fell for her in the first place. That power, that makes her feel like no one else in the world matters, like no one else could make her complete. Maruca clears her throat and refuses to look away. "Linh did. And Sophie, Keefe. They saved Atlantis. Gisela tried to flood it, but they blocked up the barrier, held back the ocean."

Biana tries to sit up, mouth pressing into a fine line as she feels all the bandages over her neck, cheek, arm, and side. Fitz helps her, eyebrows pressed into a worried line. Still, relief eases the tension in his neck, the stiffness in his shoulders.

"So, did we win?" Biana repeats.

"Some will say yes. The Council will say yes." Maruca shrugs. She sees the gray in Biana's skin and can't imagine how it can fit together with victory. "I don't know."

"Sophie's parents," Fitz says. "They're safe. Everyone is safe."

Something eases in Biana's face. "Some losses. Important wins."

"You could say that," Maruca says. Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

She's absorbed, as everyone ends up some way or another where Biana Vacker is concerned. It's not that she thinks of nothing else, but it is that along with all those other things she's still there, lingering just behind as an echo. Maruca considers a question on her Universe worksheet and finds the stars reflected in teal eyes.

This is the Vacker effect. The pull, the gravity of it enough to harness the moon into orbit. The power leaks from them like tea drips from a teabag once it's turned the boiling water dark. You can sense it when they walk into a room. Any of them, but especially her.

At least, this is what Maruca assumes everyone else sees.

For a moment, the feeling disappears and a weight takes its place in a band around Maruca's throat. The feeling is missing her, and it's not that it abates but that it's overwhelmed by hating her.

In the end, she's the first to look away.

[when-wax-wings-melt]

So excited to see what everyone creates!! Tag your posts with #keefitz week 2023 and tag @skylilac​ & @when-wax-wings-melt​ !!!

link to the version where the animated graphics work

@indigothemuse​ @sunset-telepath​ @synonymroll648​

[bookwyrminspiration]

hopefully the photo loads - anyway. drawing a sophie portrait rn and her face is. awsdfsegfrdfhdfhdeffr. her eyes be eyeing (she’s stressed as always but who knows what it’s about this time)

~

Well you’re very right, she does look stressed! I think that’s just her resting face: anxiety. Not like outright panic, but a general all encompassing sense of unease and exhaustion.

And I hope the Sophie portrait goes well! Seeing your sketch lines I’m amazed, you put much more though into placement than I usually do. My method is fuck around and just see if the vibe is right, cry when it isn’t (joking, not really). If you plan on sharing it, I can’t wait to see it!

I’ve been itching to do. So many drawings recently. I’ve had SO many ideas for so many different books and series and yet have done NONE of them so. kudos to you for actually getting the pencil to paper :)

[presidentroarie]

Moot List BC My Dumbass Can't Remember Your Usernames :(

Esme - @stars-and-birds

Marlee - @spaceagebachelormann

Alice/Liz - @literaturewithliz

Cherry - @cherriesfromeden

Julian - @runway-houses-city-clouds

John³ - @fitzvackertheritzcracker

Bean - @beansthemusicalfruits

Juno - @madwickedawesome

Audrey - @abubble125

Maheen- @mah33n

Vee - @isnt-loving-lovely

Lucas - @synonymroll648

June - @juneberrie

Rain - @rainydays12

Claudia - @fr3akteenager

Roisin - @camelspit

Asena - @rayniscatstatue

Kuhu - @chandrayee

Evelyn/Jas - @whenjasfallsinlove

Sunset - @sunset-telepath

Willow - @a-portal-to-nowhere

Luka - @gaymers-and-froggers

Lucian - @lucian-evander

Midnight/Dutchess - @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat

Entity - @entitynotfound

Finn - @just-a-honey-badger

Rae - @directlyat-thesun-moved

Cheryl - @chertheyuriconnoisseur

Baby?? IDK, sorry, lmk what your name is - @chengxiansbaby

Moonlight - @softmoonlightmelody

Luma/Icarus - @dizzeners

Evan - @purpleunicycle

Av - @theonlythingifearistallbedo

Andrei - @yaoifag

Fennel - @fennel9

I'm a dumbass and probably forgot you, so send me an ask telling me I forgot and I'll add you <3

[faggot-friday]

followup to my last ask - reading comprehension error on my part! you didn't specify mommy issues, it was just implied (and possibly misinterpreted on my part)

oh okay that makes more sense. nah i was just really emotional last night for no reason i'm chill now :3

[hopeless-venus]

Bianuca for @synonymroll648 !!

(My attempt at)Younger Biana dragging Maruca away from foxfire and probably into mischief! I love drawing Maruca you guys have no idea

[winterfireice]

Are we pro farmhouse style havenfeild having a long porch?

@you-have-been-frizzled @synonymroll648 @fucked-up-mover-shaker

I’m pretty sure you all are either havenfeild or Grady/edaline enjoyers so I tagged you guys