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flowerflamestars · 2 years
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The Rolling in the Graves snippet
There was nothing to say- just sunlight, spilling from his skin, copper fire bloody bright, like sunset, like one last hurrah-   Blind, Lucien reached up.   Offered.   And after a long minute, making a noise that might have been agitation, if Lucien couldn’t also hear an edge that said laughter- Nesta took his hand. Just barely. Fingertip to fingertip, linking together to squeeze and then gone.   “They got married,” Nesta said, suddenly. “They- they run a shop, in the Great Market. Handmade garments. They”- her voice wavered, and Lucien wished, terribly, he could hold her hand again, if only for a second, “Made this dress, actually.”   Lucien cleared his throat. Managed, gravel, “I like the color.”   Another pause, longer.   Lucien wondered if he were being measured for trust- or if it was just that Nesta was unused to speaking to anyone, about what mattered. What was real, as much as he was. Lucien would have cut out his own tongue before he spoke of Eris in truth, to the fucking Court of Night.   “Emerie makes the dye,” Nesta said, barely audible. “They called the color Valkyrie.”   “Bluer than blue, nigh, death on high, the valkyrie,” Lucien quoted, nearly as quiet.   Pressed his head back against the stone and listened, what kept him present, to the rustle of Nesta’s dress. Broke their silent pact and twisted, to see she’d tucked her knees close to her body, arms crossed tight over shins, practically disappearing into the dim sky. “Poetry, Vanserra?” Nesta muttered, face hidden.   Gods damn and burn them all.   “If Beron didn’t educate me to the standard of the rest,” Lucien said, falsely light, “Was as good as admitting defeat.”   The turn of her head sent hair tumbling between them- no longer so damp as it had been when she arrived, but still shining dark.   “And that education included poetry?”   “I love poetry,” Lucien admitted. “Tam- Tamlin burnt everything I left in Spring. Seized all my assets. I had a book of poems- songs- it belonged to my great-grandmother and the bastard lit it on fire.”  A breath, not quite a laugh, but indignant answer all the same. “What else did you learn?”   “Stories.” Lucien grinned. “Magic. Dueling and economics and trade. High Fae tend to protect their children, viciously. Shield them. I kept running away to other Courts.”   There had been no one to protect him- his mother had tried- Eris had been there- but there was always going to be a limit, to what could possibly shield Sorcha Vanserra’s seventh son from Beron’s wrath.
“I wanted to run away,” Nesta said, sharp and brittle as glass. “Elain and I- we’d talk about stealing a ship. Sailing away before our betrothal contracts were signed.”   “Nesta Archeron,” Lucien whispered. A terrifying, precocious blue-eyed child who already resented the limits of her station, the expectations of her gender, “Pirate Queen?”   “It was never possible.”   She could have picked up that beautiful, keening sword forged of her own feeling and cut through the wards- through the world. Let go of the power, banked and fractured inside her, and killed everything in every direction as far away as the next continent. She could have walked the woods and found the Weaver’s spindle, taken up a whole new tapestry to shape eternity.   She wouldn’t- couldn’t- with the cost too high, alone.   Nesta Archeron had been shoved down many times she expected it, and it broke Lucien’s heart.
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dilfsisko · 10 days
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you there. high quality production youtube channel with a team of people. why are your captions autogenerated.
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skrunksthatwunk · 1 month
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see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
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cadaverette · 6 months
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ciderbird · 4 months
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academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”
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guooey · 1 year
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eonars · 12 days
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Last summer I was on a very expedited acid come up at a music festival and my entirely unaware mother thousands of miles away was at costco and texted me incredulous at how they already had halloween stuff out for sale in the summer but all I saw was a message preview of a giant 10 foot tall skeleton with glowing eyes and "can u believe it??"
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teaboot · 1 month
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As someone who grew up with "I'm not going to praise you for doing what's expected of you; that's not being good, that's doing the bare minimum" I want to encourage you to celebrate every little thing you can. Everything that takes energy and effort should be appreciated and you're allowed to be happy about trying.
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chelfaust · 10 months
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✦Flower Sword✦
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essektheylyss · 6 months
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"must a story have conflict?" yes. hope this helps <3
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spiderversegf · 7 months
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sorry i forgot to text you back i was scared
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lygma-nygma · 1 month
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I miss the pre-New 52 Tim and Jason dynamic so much. It was basically Jason beating the fuck out of Tim well being all "nothing personal kid I just hate everything about you, your existence and the fact you're breathing right now" and Tim spitting up blood going "what if your mother was a whore, kill yourself" and Jason just deciding right then and there that this kid is his favourite person. Then it just turned into a Tom and Jerry hunt across the city where Jason keeps hitting Tim with the "join me, be my robin" and Tim kicks him in the balls.
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clarisse-doodles · 3 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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alibonbonn · 5 months
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A @corviiids tweet that is very important to me 🙏 I'm always thinking about spawn Astarion how he loves the sun
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roppiepop · 3 months
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Who’s coming to the cookout?
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h4zardousch3micals · 3 months
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People who use it/its are so cool btw
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