#the world tumbles down

[the-bi-space-ace]

After spending weeks agonizing over my long fic and working myself up over it until I was in literal tears I have finally reached a point where it’s all coming together and I have never been more proud of myself. This is the most complicated thing I’ve ever attempted to write and whether you’ve read the Calling Me Home series and are on this journey with me or not I just want to express how damn happy I am that I decided to do it. I’ve never felt so much actual pride for myself before and it has all been absolutely worth it. I’m excited to share the rest of this story and I hope you’re enjoying the ride with me 🩶

[cata-strophes]

Sorry i feel like that was too rude lol. Can u do Tubbo and 72 pls :)) your arts rlly cool

lol dont worry it wasnt rude!! its ok :} (and thank you!! <3)

acting on your best behaviour. turn your back on mother nature. everybody wants to rule the world

[chambers003]

thinkin about my ‘tumble town is the remains of the grimlands crater’ theory/headcanon again. the sand is stained red from the redstone fallout. the creepers produce the best quality gunpowder there from the residue of the old farms and factories. it’s rumoured to be cursed, which is why it’s the emptiest of all the empires. you can even go as far as to say the fossil from one of the early episodes is the remains of one of the crystal cliffs dragons, if you want.

[wario-land]

- It all returns to nothing -

[vigilskeep]

What's current Morghaine's backstory? How did they end up hunting mages?

instead of the original morghaine’s archfey warlock patron, the questionable motherly figure in morghaine’s life was their high elf parent, from an influential family of morally dubious enchantment wizards. their mother claimed to be different from the rest, and perhaps she was... but with their memory repeatedly modified to keep them from leaving the “safety” of their home for the dangerous outside world, morghaine wouldn’t even know. after their stumbling attempts at wizardry summoned a familiar who led them on an escape, a young morghaine found themself in the middle of a baldur’s gate they didn’t even recognise, with nothing but a slowly clearing head and the need to get out.

morghaine might never have had quite their family’s gift for the arcane, but they learned enough about casters to know how to stop one in their tracks. plenty of mercenary bands know exactly the standoffish, intimidating gloomstalker to call when the fight ahead involves someone with a few too many magical tricks up their sleeve. morghaine always figured it was good training for the hunt ahead. they might not remember much, but they remember enough to know that one day, their family needs to be stopped

[nautilus-deepblue-artblog]

Leander // Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

[dewitty1]

and the world is tumbling down

thewakeless

@thewakeless

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Getting Together, Head Auror Harry Potter, Writer Draco Malfoy, Drarry in their 30s, Romance, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Old Magic, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Forced Bonding, Forced Proximity, Trapped In A Building, Gay Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Harry Potter, Falling In Love, Happy Ending, Drinking, H/D Erised 2022, Reedemed Draco, Floor Sex, Love Confessions, Matchmaking, Mystery, Malfoy Manor, Sentient Malfoy Manor, Harry Potter Has Long Hair, Draco Malfoy Cooks

Summary:

Draco is thirty-five and content. He’s a writer, a painter, and has built a life for himself totally separate from the one he envisioned as a sullen, fearful boy at Hogwarts. Everything is calm—until his house begins trying to kill him.

Excerpt:

This time Draco actually laughs. "You think the Manor is playing matchmaker?"

"Yes," Harry says somewhat sheepishly. He doesn’t know if he wants to be right about this or not, but it is what he’s been thinking since the previous night.

"Impossible."

"Why do you say that?"

Draco narrows his eyes. "Alright, let's make a big jump in reasoning and say that my ancestors bewitched the Manor to make sure the Malfoy line continues. And let’s say that the problems currently happening at the Manor are caused by the fact that I’m not married, and I don’t have kids. Which is by the way, already a theory based on almost nothing. How would you possibly fix that?" Draco stares at him coldly. "If the Manor were to set me up with anyone, don’t you think it would choose a woman, and a pure-blood at that?"

"Well," Harry hesitates. He’d encountered that train of thought before, and Draco’s right it doesn’t make sense, but none of this makes sense, so what is one more fault in the logic? "Maybe it knows you don’t like women."

Again Draco laughs. "Do you hear yourself? You think my ancestors took my gender preferences into account when enchanting the Manor."

"It’s possible, isn’t it?"

"No, it’s crazy, Harry."

It’s the first time he’s ever called him by his first name but Draco doesn’t even appear to notice. Harry expected this reaction from him, but it’s still annoying. He knows he’s right. He knows it. "I think we should kiss," he says, in his best attempt at diplomacy.

Draco shoots him a bewildered stare. "What?"

"To test the theory out," Harry adds quickly. "One quick kiss. If I’m right the Manor might let us out of here, and if you're right then I promise I’ll shut up about this and never mention it again."

A cocky grin comes onto Draco’s face. "Is that why you made up that stupid theory? You want me to kiss you? Merlin, Potter…"

"I don’t want it," Harry says emphatically. "I really do think it’s what the Manor wants."

"Sure, sure, my house wants us to kiss, whatever," says Draco, and he rises gracefully from the seat.

Without knowing why, Harry takes a step back from him. "You’re actually going to do it?"

"Yeah, why not? We gotta test your theory right?" he says mockingly, and Harry wishes he could slap that smirk straight off his face.

Draco takes a step closer to him and all at once Harry realizes what is that he asked for. He finds himself blushing. He can’t help it. This isn’t like kissing a stranger, or kissing a friend, both of which Harry has done before. Despite all their animosity, or perhaps because of it, he and Draco’s relationship is different than any Harry has ever had. He used to hate him. He grew to pity him. And now he finds that there’s something pleasant in Draco’s company.

He stands his ground as Draco comes closer. Time seems to move slowly, and even before the kiss has happened Harry can feel the weight of it in the air. He has the peculiar sensation that he was anticipating this, that his body expected this. Draco is taller than him, and his face has become serious, the smirk melted off his lips. His hand touches Harry’s shoulder lightly and as he leans in Harry closes his eyes.

His lips are soft, and the kiss is brief, no more than a peck between them, like schoolboys. Except it’s not enough. Suddenly, it’s like his body is acting of its own accord. His hand goes to Draco’s hip, and pulls him forward, kissing him hard. The world quiets and their unique situation dims. Harry forgets about his theories, in fact he forgets all about Malfoy Manor.

He’s kissing Draco Malfoy. And it feels like something within himself bursts open. It was never logical. It was never something he would admit to himself. But isn’t this something that he secretly yearned for? Isn’t this something that always lurked right underneath the surface of his dislike?

His mind is buzzing. His body is on fire. His world is tumbling down. And they're still kissing. Arms wrapped around each other they stumble until Harry’s pressed up against the bookshelf and Draco is pressed up against Harry.

And he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t want to breathe, and the only question lurking in his mind is why the hell they’re still wearing clothes?

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[bl00dst41ned]

guys...just found out zayn was not talking about a toxic relationship fighting than going back to loving each other in PILLOWTALK but straight up SMUT

this cannot be real

[theood]

Sorry to beat the dead horse I live in lately but I'm so tired. A break from social media probably could help. If I figure out how else to occupy my time doing absolutely nothing. It's what I say every fucking day. Just wish I had friends. People my age around here to talk too. Even younger. Anything. I'm so fucking lonely. I love everyone I talk to online, I have meaningful connections with so many of you but I also haven't had meaningful conversation IRL in idk. Years probably. I haven't seen any of my old friends because we moved and I had to isolate myself because no one really wanted to hang out with me or could get here. And I really don't do anything, I can't be stressed. I can't be depressed I can't. I can't. I can't. Just like every adult in my life says. I don't know. I just wish I could actually see it's going to get better. Be better for me

[visxionaries]

who: @omerflorent​  setting: the white tower, the apartments holding the former king, alaric tyrell as he awaits his trial. it is the middle of the night, when the lord commander is escorted from his bedchambers and escorted to the white tower with other members of the kingsguard. they do not join him as cedric opens the chamber door; only, for how long?

"come inside."

and the man stepped aside. there was not a part of him that looked dishevelled, or as though not a bit of sleep had come over him; aside from his usual curls that fell slightly over striking hues. the same that looked back at him, slightly incredulous, no doubt wondering what was going on. the very same notion cedric had been wondering for months, years; what was going on? the man was tired of wondering. he was tired of contemplating the chessboard. he would control it.

"open the window."

his words were directed to a single steward that stood within the room, a sense of nerves clearly apparent on his face. the window was opened, and the night air revealed the distant sounds of the night taking hold and power over highgarden. the moon ruled the skies.

and it was a room that was nothing special in earnest. some chairs, a bed in the corner, more ornate than the lodgings one would find deeper in the tower, or the dungeons. someone had been here, or moved here in the dead of the night. a glimmer of hope that even trees could reunite, and branches could regrow, and roots could be mended. little did alaric know, those roots had been ripped out. the reach was delving into another issue, that of faith, that of the high septon; and the king of thorns and roses knew he could not let this go on any further. he could not focus, and he needed to focus. the high septon was a bigger issue. he had decided it, less than an hour ago. and now, here they were.

"leave us." and the steward quietly left, and cedric waited. waited to see if omer saw the noose.

[the-bi-space-ace]

the first 1000 words of chapter 5:

the rest of chapter 5

[killjoygem]

I'm in a rare tenth doctor loving mood today. He was just so baby.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[hj-skb]

Hello i’m posting on this site again maybe

(and also cohost, the cool 4th website)

[thisanononceateausbstick]

so some triple Toppats have been splatted into non-existent which only means one more to watch topple and fall

[tumbling-down-the-hall]

Will I ever stop feeling like I'm behind in life?