It is my writing... enjoy :-)

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And the rain bore down with vengeance and stained the dusty windows with streaks of pale light. It assaulted the glass and hammered the frames into place. It stripped the white from their ashen bones and threw each flake of it to the churning black earth. Cold seeped through the single glaze and clenched its icy fingers around our hearth where history went up in flames.

Week-old weak tea sat in chipped china cups congealing on the stone. Ash glazed the surface of each one and sunk slowly to the bottom. Flakes spun dancingly, dizzyingly about the room picking partners in dust motes and continuing their waltzes and gavottes on the cracked leather seats. The flames from which they flew croaked and crackled along to the rickety warble of the wobbling record spinning on the gramophone. With each tear of bow against strings Sebastian tore a fresh page. He fed them into the flames and they reached greedily for red fleshed fingertips.

The sturdy study shelves were half bare. A growing mountain of leather covers, red, green, brown, lay abandoned, violated by the piano. We hadn’t touched her yet.

“The atlas.”

He cast the corpse of Advanced Mathematics aside. The leather wings flapped once, uselessly, and the book lay still on the faded turkish carpet. I took the heavy book from the shelf. Gold lettering glinted in the quiet January sun tangling into the study. A moment’s collection to mourn the beautiful prints contained within and the sacrifice exchanged hands. At the crescendo of the piece a map of normandy found itself engulfed in gold. Ink and paper shrivelled and screamed out smoke, curling and turning and curling and turning before falling apart. Normandy crumbled to ash.

He thrust a flame darkened poker into the ever growing pile of ash and what remained of normandy tumbled across and over the stone of the hearth and drowned our twin china cups. The record skipped, skipped, skipped and stuttered, caught on a lilting tilting verse. I crossed the old turkish carpet and snatched the needle from the scratch. The gaping silence left was filled only by the cracking of the rain and the pattering of the fire.

I sat in one of a pair of cracked brown leather armchairs studded with copper like bullets along the arms and back. The leather creaked and groaned. Paris burned and it was all I could do to watch with my teeth knocking like death and my feet forgotten in the bedroom. The fire stayed quiet, steadfastly refusing to roar. It silently devoured each arrondissement and graced us with not a belch. We had starved it for days. Drowned it in damp kindling and moulding mahogany. The study had been our last bastion, our corner waiting silently in the east wing, ready to be backed into. The library had been lost when the dampness of December crept into our beds and found its home in our bones, lungs, muscles, shaking our cores. We had pulled volumes upon volumes from the shelves, cracked the ribs of sliding ladders to feed the blaze and keep our fire alive. Now the tiled floor lay blackened and cold and we had moved on.

Calais collapsed in on itself.

The walls were growing bare. The flames would soon rise to swallow the piano, bite down upon the instrument and drown the cracking hunger in a cacophony of screaming strings. We’d burned the paintings. We’d burned the harpsichord and the bedframes and the tables and the chairs. We were a fogged breath away from burning the brick buried timber. And where would we be?

The January rain tore at the brick outside. If we hurried we could get to the building's bones before the damp crawled in and settled down to rot. We could rip her apart from the inside until the slates rained down and pierced our skin, until our corpses lay covered in brick dust, red and rusting.

But before then we would destroy the centuries lining the shelves. Before then the leather would crackle in the flames like flaying skin. Before then the piano would go.

My Little... Pirates? ((Aka I succumb to making a One Piece MLP AU)) ( part 1 // part 2 )

It always starts as a style experiment or practice drawing something new of some sort but tbh there is a darkness within me that is steadily brewing anyways HEY Y'ALL WANT. HEADCANONS? (this took me weeks to finally finish and post)

Introducing the pirate captain Monkey Do, first mate Zephyr Roar , and the fighting-cook Blackhoof Sanji (aka Devil Dancer) Coming up with names is Hard. Let's talk about these fools a little bit, with lots of headcanon to spare. Monkey Do ( aka Monkey D. Luffy) is our earth pony protagonist, and is largely unchanged. His cutiemark is a top down view of his iconic straw hat (or... is it? Some might say it looks a bit like a sun...) and his special talent is leadership. Earthponies are known for many things, and Luffy encompasses those qualities wholly-- he's loyal and strong, and has an endless appetite. an appettite that still contains a frankly concerning amount of meat. This little pony is not a harbivore. Zephyr Roar (aka Roronoa Zoro, or just 'Zoro' as Monkey Do calls him) is a pegasus who's special talent is the self invented three-sword-style. Yes he holds the other two with his wings. No he does not fly. Zoro's a real special guy like that. He largerly perfers to face his enemies on the ground, turning that pegasi speed into pure power. He's mean, he's green, and he thinks dust baths constitute as real bathing. Blackhoof, aka Devil Dancer (Sanji) is a unicorn who's special talent is cooking. His magic gives him a serious wallop in battle, and the old fashioned metal shoes let his superheated kicks pack even more of a punch. His natural magic is fire, and his time on Momoiro helped him learn real levitation, two traits that are just as powerful in the kitchen as they are on the battlefield. For all the stereotypes about unicorns that he breaks, Dancer enforces just as many-- he's prissy, wears fancy clothes, and he even shaves the fluffy fetlocks on his front legs to avoid contaimination while cooking. He's also got a taste for sweet things-- if the lollipop stick in his mouth was any indication. (if he still sounds like the godawful 4kids dub is for you to decide)

That's all I've got to say about these guys for now, and I hope you enjoy--I watched mlp as a kid and now that it's making it's resurgence I feel like I have a weird amount of thoughts about it. Headcanon and lore explanations my beloved. my ask box is always open, feel free to tell me who you'd like to see next. commissions open soon, hopefully

hey i really like minecraft skins i think they're really cool looking so:

this is an appreciation post for CCs who have really cool skins or change into new ones all the time AND for skin artists that design them!!! please post yr fave examples here

scrimbly randomzone :)

Man, I really feel bad for the Dinotopia guys. They built this whole intricate, creative, enrapturing world, and it was going to be the next big thing. It was gonna be the next franchise. They got George Fucking LUCAS to make a screen adaptation of it. Yeah, the starwars guy. Then midway through production he realizes how much he loves making movies and decides to ditch your project and make the prequels instead. They say there's no bad blood but... man it would fucking kill me to go to the theater and see Naboo and think "Fuck, that coulda been waterfall city"

There still was a franchise. They did eventually make spinoff paperback novels and video games and there were even a couple screen adaptations, but they were done by Lifetime and Hallmark. The lifetime one is actually surprisingly good given its budget. It tells a story that mirrors the structure of the original picture book, two brothers get marooned on Dinotopia, one of them rides a pterosaur and then they have to stop a dude named Krab from stealing a crystal that he needs to make an ancient machine get him off the island... but it's not a reboot or anything, it's the same continuity as the books. I guess guys named Krab really do be stealing crystals every generation or so. It's not really that bad of a series but damn it could have been George Lucas!

I dunno, I just find myself thinking about it. It was a uniquely artistic and non-violent series for its time. All of the dinosaurs and people live in harmony. There used to be a steampunk cyber empire of capitalists who tried to replace dinosaurs with the coolest looking robots you could imagine, but then there was a revolution and they all live in communistic harmony with no real currency. Each according to their need, each to their own ability. All that Jazz.

I'm certainly more normal about it than I am say The Underland Chronicles but I still find myself thinking about those gorgeous communist dinosaur picture books. In another reality, Battleborn won over Overwatch, Galidor never got its budget cut and was actually a smash success, Warner bros actually did something with the TUC film rights, and Kids in the 00s grew up with Dinotopia instead of the Starwars prequels.

All this product placement for soup. It's like the writers were paid off by Big Soup

might mess around and make an occasional 🔞 mdni 🔞 nsfw 🔞 post on the rare blue moon 👀

happy blue moon month 🌝

ok... so Lambert x Eve...

Eve and the two Blaiddyds

Lambert and the two Fierenes

The step-siblings

@blaiddydbrokeit and I were talking, and they have now sent me down the wonderful rabbit hole that is Eve and Lambert getting married and looking after their children.

Going insane about how silly comics for young men from the sixties are on point on criticizing biased journalism. Stan Lee, Stan Lee I wanna sit down and have a chat with him. It's such a good critique. Such a good critique.

just bc im a lesbian doesnt mean tht i wont at times become deeply entranced with the beauty of male actor or character. it just means i wld rather be locked in a room with a man with a knife than do anything romantic or sexual with one

Also what is it with me leaving songs in another tab or the watchlist and never getting around to it anytime soon

But most often than not those songs are such bangers too

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!! <3

I ENJOYED DOING THIS SM! i hope you like it!!

OMGIEEE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE + PRETTY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH T^T !!! I LOVE IT A LOT ! 🥹 ITS SO PEACEFUL AND SOFT EEEE

IM HONOURED TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH NAHIDA I LOVE HER SM ONE OF MY BIGGEST KINS 🥹 ; THE BUNNYYYY AAAA !!! ; THE FLOWER AND SCENERY AND SEASON TOO OMG they’re so bright and floral I love that 🤧🫂MARSHMALLOWS AND MILK TOO 🥹❕

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN THIS WAS SO VERY SWEET OF YOU :( !

"Mouse is a demon but she's not technically satan" fit are you SURE about that

smth bout ‘fade into you’ just gives me the feels. Like idk what about it does it but that song always has me in tears of joy like

It’s lowkey my comfort song there’s just something about it

like

“some kind of night into your darkness, coloured your eyes with what’s not there, fade into you, strange you never knew.”

like WHY

WHAT

HOW

The arrangement of the music makes me nostalgic for memories that aren’t even mine

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Yes I am anti pro/com, if you don't like it I don't care. Find an actual coping mechanism that doesn't trigger ppl.

TWT/DA: sovlstr

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Currently in 50/60 fandoms

Diagnosed with ASD/MDD

I realize how mean this sounds but I swear I’m a decent person, I’m usually jst scared to interact(social skills and yk). Also like to note that due to my mental illness there are days where I’m hostile and easily angered, and then days where I’m just fine…. This may or may not be linked to my autism, but it does not define me nor does it excuse whatever I might say that comes out weird.

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🎀🌂Lucemasculine🌂🎀

🩷 Lucemasculine (loose-eh-masculine): a gender that feels masculine, but with minimal ties to agenderness - like libramasculine, but where one feels much more masculine than they do nonbinary/agender. 🩷

💜 coined by me, self-indulgent 💜

more details below cut:

🩷 alternatives: lucemasc, luceboy, lucemale, luceman, etc. 🩷

💜 Etymology: from "translucent" and "masculine". based on me trying to describe this feeling "like my boyhood/masculinity is at 90% opacity (hence, translucent). also meant to mirror "libramasculine"'s "L" consonant sound on account of me thinking of this like "reverse libramasculine". 💜