#v; send me on my way

[feveredbcnes]

Contd Thread II @mxldito​

                “Cachu, Coyote! You takin’ stuff without sharin’?” Reynardine commented with a lazy smile, doing well to hide the uneasiness he felt. Death and dying was not on his list of topics today, but they dove straight into that one without any warning. It was way too late - 10pm - for such a heavy conversation. But he suspected that he, too, came out with various weird and wonderful words under the influence. Nonsense was better than awkward silence, though. Tracking their intense gaze, Reynardine followed and attempted to zone into whatever they were currently watching -- but there was nothing there. Nothing of interest, that was. “Wha’ are we lookin’ at? Why do you have tha’ look on your face?” Usually his heightened senses did a brilliant job of picking up on anything unusual, but the only thing he noticed and inhaled was years’ worth of brick dust. It tickled the inside of his nose unpleasantly, forcing him to wipe it against the back of his hoodie sleeve to get rid of it immediately. 

                “Uh...” Tilting his head, the werewolf assessed the photograph Coyote took with their phone. It was dark, but that was definitely a...wall. A sturdy wall that kept this abandoned warehouse standing, providing them with a place to regularly hang out. “...nope. I’m...like, 99.9% positive there is nothin’ but a wall there. A bug the size of a seagull sounds interestin’, though. Kinda like tha’ film-” His accent slipped out stronger on that last word, pronounced ‘fill-em’ instead. “-’Empire of the Ants’. Imagine bein’ crushed by an ant ten times bigger than you? Talk about tables turnin’.” Snorting out an amused laugh, Reynardine realised that he was getting distracted, never mind Coyote. Once he got talking, it was difficult to stop sometimes. It was probably why they got along so well. They were both shortwave radios.

               “Wha’ was I sayin’?...Oh, yeah!” Any unease from before vanished into pure excitement, a large smile gracing his features. “There’s some kinda festival happenin’ downtown, an’ they’re givin’ free stuff away. You wanna stretch your legs an’ come with?” 

[itspileofgoodthings]

Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes

[bloomingsalma]

i think one of the most disappointing things is to see that your childhood friends have grown up to represent the kind of people you're disappointed in

[being-luminous]

Here's your monthly(?) reminder that I'm not dead. From a fun little au inspired by Don't Lose Your Head

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“How old is he, anyway?” Ron asks as he scowls down at the invitation he plucked from Harry’s hand, at the note scrawled near the bottom that requests his continued presence after the festivities’ end. He tosses it away, angled suspiciously for the fireplace. “A hundred?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Harry scoffs, snatching the invitation from the air before it can land in open flame. “Of course he isn’t one-hundred years old.”

“Harry’s right, Ron,” Hermione begins, "Lord Voldemort can't be one-hundred—"

“Thank you,” Harry says too soon.

“—He doesn’t look a day over fifty.”

“Hermione!”

Ron snorts, crosses his arms. “Oh, my mistake.”

“I’ll have you know,” Harry said, cheeks growing hot, “some men like that sort of thing.”

“And you’re one of them, are you?” Hermione asks skeptically. She exchanges a look with Ron, the kind Harry should really be used to inspiring by now.

“Of course he is. Can’t you tell from his extensive history in dating the elderly?”

“Piss off.” Harry tosses the invitation back at Ron, aiming right for his face. Then, because he can’t help it, he snaps, “Fifty is hardly elderly.”

“Seriously, Harry.” Hermione summons the invitation before Ron can return fire. “Are you sure about this?”

“Am I ever?”

“Harry.”

He sighs. “You worry too much, Hermione.” Then, before she can inform him that she worries precisely the required amount, thank you very much—as she always does whenever he protests—he adds, “And besides, what do you actually think is going to happen?” He gestures toward himself, adds a sarcastic little flourish just to be really drive his point home. “He’s running an entire country. I’m just…me.”

Ron frowns again. “Harry—”

“It’ll be a bit of fun, that’s all,” Harry says, and this time, the confidence isn’t faked. Because why would it be? He’s seen the sort of person who’s usually found in Lord Voldemort’s company—bewitching, shining. Beautiful. Harry probably won’t even last the week. “You’ll see.”

[yummyyummie]

Vexx really doesn't need to hypnotize Mari, as she already happily does whatever she says, but sometimes a goddess just wants to be fully in control without having to deal with any pesky questions or worries (even if Mari would not object to this activity in particular)

[torao-chan]

May I ask. Your thoughts on Leander Touchstarved. I've only seen him from your blog and he appeared in my dream last night. Is this a good omen or am I fucked

lmao I mean. I'd call that a good dream >:3c but my bestie would call that a nightmare so. probably fucked lmfao.

Leander is a bby. a poor lil meow meow. probably out here to either sacrifice the world including the protagonist potentially to resurrect a love or burn society as we know it to bring those in power down to equal footing with those below or somewhere in between. the fandom is still only a demo and a promise of a game in 2025 so like. theories are abound and actual facts are given out in slivers and then heavily lovingly dissected by the fandom!

theories are that he's the worst of a dating pool of 'people at the point of being the worst version of themselves when you meet them'; enough so that he's the only character who's bio has their fatal flaw fully crossed out and man that makes me feral to think about asldkjlgkfjsdlgk

in the demo, he's clearly shown traits as a master manipulator, easily able to distance himself emotionally from a situation and act as needed to further his goals, and is extremely charismatic. he's stated as liking everyone, and yet he has no close friends to claim. he is also depicted with the ideal person to be dating him being a romantic prone to turning a blind eye for love and that's a whole other thing I haven't gotten into yet alskdjglkfd

without a doubt, he's toxic and controlling and manipulative. his symbolic flower are white lily's for cripes sake- funeral flowers known to be extremely toxic to pets.

and i love all of that about him asdlkjglkfdsjkgl

so my opinion is; i love him to death! i can't wait to see how bad he can get when the game comes out >:3c but is he a bad omen?? salkdjlgkdjfslgfd probably lmao

[albatmobile]

okay okay okay so i have so many ideas about ARS and their relationship but omg thinking about sharing clothes and like u said they always share each others clothes but like going into it

Roy has the weirdest t-shirts, he gets a lot of stuff at thrift stores or if they're misprinted so they are fucking wild and always worn (and so so so comfy) but hes got like a pink floyd tshirt with the entire logo upside down, lynyrd skynyrd but its spelled lenard skinard dskjfdsajk and a bunch of shit like that and Jason and reader alwyas wear them,, Jason mainly wears them to bed (but always packs one of them if hes heading out overnight bc they smell like roy), reader will wear them more often,, once roy asked why they like hes shirts so much and they siad "they smell like you" and he B L U S H E D

Jason has the comfiest boxers and like gym shorts (his thighs are soooooo sensitiveeeee) and roy and reader will wear them,,, he gets SOOOOOOOOO into seeing them in his clothes, possessive mf, and especially likes to see them in his boxer, literally pawing at their asses, saying shit like "babeee you look so good in my stuff", will get all soft on them

ROY BLUSHING, JASON BEING POSSESSIVE AKSNDKSJNEKJ

All of this just… yes 100%

the fic (x)

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

i can do this i can do this i can do this (file my taxes a day late) i can do this i can do this if i consume enough coffee i can do this i can do this i can

[feveredbcnes]

Diddy starter call II @uncxntrxllable​

               “Heya, bud! You lookin’?” Reynardine glanced up with a cheerful smile, noticing the rustic-coloured feline peering inside his open backpack. It was placed upon the ground whilst he removed his hoodie - the evening sun already getting to him - before crouching down, ready to stuff the article of clothing within it. But he paused, spotting the carefully wrapped leftovers from his recent visit to a food bank. “Oh, is tha’ wha’ you’re after? ‘m happy to share.” From one stray to another, he nearly added. “Here you...” but his words trailed off as he became aware of another person standing nearby -- a young woman. He was totally wrong, then. He was the only stray here. “....hello! Sorry, is he allowed ham? I thought he was on his own!” A short laugh followed.

[labradorite-princess]

I'm so anxious and paranoid rn.

[padfootastic]

“don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with jilypad, maybe? :0

oh, yes, i love this!! thank u for the ask <3

x

The silence was thundering in the wake of James’ words.

Lily’s mortified gaze was fixed firmly on her feet as she replayed them in her mind.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Sirius.”

Lily should’ve laughed it off. James didn’t even mean it as an accusation, had said it casual-as-you-please like they were discussing the weather, or perhaps their upcoming Charms assignment.

Hell, she could’ve waved it off even if it was an accusation After all, Sirius Black was an exceptionally gorgeous human being and there wasn’t a human on Earth who could refute that. He attracted admirers like it was his job.

But no, she’d frozen. Her reaction the biggest indicator of guilt she could’ve given.

“James—“ she started, before realising she didn’t know what to say. There was an expression on James’ face she’d never seen before and it was scaring her a little.

“James, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t apologise, Lily,” he tried to say but she wasn’t listening. All she could focus on was the tremble in her boyfriend’s frame and her own horror that she’d driven him to—to tears.

“Sorry, James, I’m so—“

“Lily.” The sharpness in his voice brought her babbling to a sudden halt. Lily kept her mouth shut, but her mind was still racing. James doesn’t—he’s not crying, like she’d thought.

Instead, there was a smile slowly taking over his entire face. Baffled, Lily watched as he burst out in giggles, wondering if she’d entered an alternate dimension without realising it.

She’d just basically admitted she was crushing on his best friend and her boyfriend was…laughing?

“Li-Lily,” he said, hiccuping a little as this laughter tapers out. “Aren’t you wondering how I knew?”

She could only shake her head. That hadn’t even been close to the top five things she’d been worried about.

“I know how you look at Sirius because I look at him the same way.”

Oh.

x

“So, Pads.” Sirius stared suspiciously at his best mate trying to act nonchalant. He was, quite frankly, terrible at it. His fidgeting became even worse and he couldn’t maintain eye contact to save his life.

“Hm?”

“Lily and I were…talking.”

“Right.”

“And we…resolved a few things.”

“Which—involves me how?”

“Er, yeah, about that…,” James trailed off, chewing on the corner of his lip. Sirius kind of wanted to do the same. He quickly averted his gaze lest he actually acted on his desire.

“Come on, James, spit it out,” he prompted, when nothing else came forth.

James gulped, and this was really getting too weird. Sirius hadn’t seen him this nervous in a long time, not since…he’d been…trying…to ask Lily out.

That’s not—

He wouldn’t—

Nah, he mentally shook himself. Not Possible. Lily was standing right there, steadily biting down on her nails and staring between the two of them. It had to be something else.

“We were hoping you would give us a try?”

Sirius was ashamed to admit his mouth fell open at that. It was most undignified.

“Give…you…a try?” And his voice came out embarrassingly high pitched. Wonderful.

“What he’s trying to say,” Lily finally cut in, exasperation taking over the previous nervousness, “but is finding it hard to because you’re entirely too distracting for your own good, is that we really like you and were hoping you might like us too.”

Sirius’ eyes bounced between her and James, who had turned a delicious shade of red that didn’t stop him from nodding vigorously at his girlfriend’s words.

He gave it a second of thought, just enough to consider the possibility that this might be a prank before promptly discarding it in the trash where it belonged. Even if Lily wanted to pull something like this, he knew James would never go along with it.

So it was only with the slightest bit of hesitance, of fear, that he nodded, still looking between the two people he’d previously considered out of his reach.

An excited whoop reached his ears just as he got picked up and twirled by James, deposited right in front of Lily who raised on her toes to press the sweetest kiss to his lips. Almost immediately, James wrapped himself around him from behind as Lily pressed into his front.

Sirius was helpless to do anything except close his eyes, letting himself melt into the embrace.

Send me a hesitant love prompt for any ship!

[bitchdafuqyousay]

the feminine urge to draw your friends ocs. also to just. draw your friends. trembling n shaking with want n excitement to draw the people you love as well as the creations that they love

[cynicalmusings]

( hi hello i am the previous anon who fangirled in your inbox lmao )

but i did a lil concept of sorcerer!cyno!! i spent hours on the design but i had so much fun drawing it :D

some extra things about the design :

the lantern has multiple stars floatin around :] i remembered how you described the glow of the lantern was related with him stealing the stars and using it as light, so i thought it'd be a nice detail to add

the design initially had an extra long flowy cape to resemble the cyno from the manga, but i scrapped it because it shrouded the silhouette ( i dont mind doing a doodle of it if you're interested to see it heehoo)

wasn't sure if the jackal ears are included to his cape design in the fairytale fic, so i added his earrings from his jackal ears on to his own ears

he initially had a lot of silver to his attire, but it felt like it pulled focus away from his face - so i changed it to gold :]

i tried my best to have his outfit resemble both the in-game outfit and manga outfit, though it proved to be a challenge ;-; i hope that i did well ^^; i would do more concept sketches of the forest and what not, but my shrimp back cries in agony LMAO

anyways i hope you like this silly drawing thing, i might do more doodles, but yea :]]

WWWJDKDANANDOFJSJSBABRR I LITERALLY HAD TO HOLD BACK A SQUEAL

you… you literally read my mind about his design. this is p e r f e c t. literally. i imagined him not having the jackal ears, and the lantern looking like that, and i… i’m speechless. i literally do not know what else to say. you are a legend, you hear me? a legend.

‘silly drawing?’ excuse me this is a masterpiece

(if it helps you picture it at all, i can try to describe the chain-charm around his ankle in relatively decent detail for you: it’s basically a silver-blue very thin/ fine chain— a bit like a charm bracelet— but instead of actual charms it has little cylinders hanging off it, which look (and sound) like tiny windchimes.)

[gwidien]

@gaskills asked: ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  sentence starters (accepting)

The end of the year winds down, and he hadn't intended to meet her here.

Mary-Beth, several years older since he last saw her at Beaver Hollow, now an up-and-coming author, Leslie Dupont. She must have been invited here. Her newfound name may have gotten her foot through the door. Or perhaps she snuck her way in. Either way, in the heart of the city and inside a glinting, bustling venue, everyone dressed to the nines, they've reunited. 

She finds her way back to him with flutes of champagne, pale gold and sparkling. Trelawny thanks her, taking it by the stem. "This will hit the spot," he says, a punch to it. For a moment, he takes her in. "Let - me - look at you."

He hadn't had the time to before. Not really. There'd been too much in the way of it. The music and the how are yous. The surprise of seeing each other again. Light eyes and a red dress, the same but different.

"Aren't you the belle of the ball." He said it with gusto. Because she is. Because he flatters. He saunters on. "Making a name for yourself. From modest abodes," he recounts, lifting his hand, "...to silver spoons." He gestures back down to her. Then, he brightens. "You wear it well."

Beneath strung-up rosy ribbons and shimmering chandeliers, the lights throw themselves into Mary-Beth's eyes. They dance in them like little lighthouses. Like merry-go-rounds. And when she smiles, the clusters of her freckles bunch together, and Trelawny is aware of the fondness he has for this moment. One reserved for unexpected reunions. From the long years apart.

Partygoers buzz, jam-packed together, ready for the countdown.

He raises his glass to hers, as puckish as ever. "To happier trails, Miss Gaskill."

[glacialdeath]