Tumgik
#sneak peak hours
fenharel-apologist94 · 10 months
Note
for the guessing game here’s a word: “dust” :3
Huehuehuehueheue :3
~
With one final, sharp tug, Kieran was drawn back together. His shattering has been swift – his reunion was even swifter and he crashed together. From somewhere deep within, visions were thrust into the forefront of his mind.
He saw himself as a Dalish elf, drifting through an autumnal forest. He did not appear to be in a rush as his movements were languid and calm. A blue jay called out from somewhere above him. He drew to a stop, head tilted to listen. Curtains of marigold light ribboned through the leaves, white teeth flashed in a gleeful smile –
Laughter danced outwards from his open mouth. He tucked auburn strands of hair behind a rounded ear, and shook his head at his sister from across the table. Long-forgotten mugs of tea sat between them, as a silent testament to their eager conversation. But the sound of his laughter had dislodged something that sat precarious in his chest, and he felt reality shift beneath him –
His perception hiccuped. The tea shop jolted away, along with his sister and their forlorn mugs. And yet…it was not quite gone. Kieran could still feel it, folded within the echoes of his voice, just as he felt the Ferelden forest tucked into the hollow of his throat. His hand reached and his mind split between the gentle tug of stream-water and the press of ceramic on his fingertips.
Kieran’s lungs emptied and his breath blossomed into stardust before his eyes. Just as water pools in empty footprints, knowledge rushed to fill the newly formed spaces within him.
4 notes · View notes
zehiiro · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
New clips of our Queen herself from today's TBOC teaser ♡
Her using Daryl's crossbow and riding his bike😫she just looks so natural, like they belong to her just as much as him ♡♡♡
178 notes · View notes
lapelduide · 3 months
Text
The way some people can't see that his eyes are blue😭😭
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I mean... 👀
103 notes · View notes
boredcoldandhungry · 2 months
Text
If there was one thing Nico was grateful for, it was his planning period. Everyday between teaching second period AP US history and fourth period art history he could reply to angry emails, indulge into his candy stash, grade, write angry emails, refill his water, and go to the bathroom.
He had somehow ended up with the same exact schedule from one term to the next. He followed his second period out to run some arrends around the school and was scared shitless when his room was occupied with about 10 freshman. Two things were frightening about this, A: he didn't have a class third period, B: he didn't teach freshman at all this term (he could tell they were freshman, they had the scared look in their eyes).
"Woah you guys can't be in here, get to class!" He urged, slamming his stack of copies onto his desk.
"Uhm, this is our class," one of the braver ones said, " aren't you Mr. -" she knit her eyebrows together and glared at her schedule, "Di Angelo-Solace?"
Nico took a deep breath. "What class do you guys think you're in?"
The same girl, they're leader apparently, responded. "Honors English 9?"
It took all Nico had in him to not point at the various historical posters on his walls and the whiteboard dedicated to Italian verbs. He in no way taught English.
He took a deep breath (again). "There are two Mr. Di Angelo-Solaces in this school. I teach history and Italian, the other one teaches english. Go upstairs to room 302. I'll call him and let you know you're all coming."
The leader of the bunch seemed confused, but not confused enough to ask questions. She quickly gathered her things and walked out the door, causing everyone else to follow her.
Nico sighed and sat down at his desk. He knew Will had his cell off during work hours so he reached to the hardly used landline on his desk and dialed Will's classroom.
"Hel-lo" a sing-songy voice responded.
Nico smiled at the voice, "Hi love, it's me, sorry to bother I know it's syllabus day."
"It's no prob, what's up?"
"Missing half your class?"
"Yup. Got em?"
"Yup I just sent them up. Throw them a solid and don't mark them tarty. My fault I wasn't in the room when they first came in. I think I also generally scared them."
"Okay, will do, love you."
''Love you too, hun."
Nico put the phone back in it's holder and gave a soft sigh, turning to his desktop and opening his email.
next part
53 notes · View notes
abyssalic · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
putting on my big squeaky clown shoes as i manifest my 4th au and get more content done for it than the ones ive been working on for a year and a half!!!
185 notes · View notes
miwachan2 · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
to be posted later today uwu
65 notes · View notes
iwtv-az-hours · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
20 notes · View notes
inklessletter · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
I really didn't have the intention of making this a trust the process, but I am terrible at not giving sneak peaks asdfasdf
57 notes · View notes
skitskatdacat63 · 4 months
Text
Orb...
Tumblr media
+ process kinda
Tumblr media
17 notes · View notes
cadere-art · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
For Nano-lame-o day 5 i finished that project! It's crazy how often projects that I've been procrastinating on for months only need a couple hour's push to get to the end.
21 notes · View notes
incorrectlasthours · 1 year
Text
Introducing: The Malevolent Tides
A Post-TLH Story - synopsis below!
Please note: The worldbuilding, TID, and TLH characters all belong to Cassandra Clare. I took the liberty to make up the children of the TLH characters (partially based off of the inaccurate Clockwork Princess family tree, but mostly from my own imagination). This story will contain spoilers for Chain of Thorns!
September, 1929: Coming of age during the mundane’s Great War and the Spanish Influenza, the young Shadowhunters of London are no strangers to demons and despair. In fact, compared to the hordes of demons attracted to Earth by the mundane conflicts of their youth, things have been relatively calm as the children grew from a troubled youth into a tentatively hopeful adolescence. Things are looking up… but little does this future “lost generation,” know, their light-hearted, wild youths are about to come to an abrupt end, as darkness and violence comes to claim the mundane - and shadow - worlds once again.
New York City, USA: Elizabeth Herondale has finally left her family’s home… and her drama with her brother, Owen, and his fiancée, Lydia, behind. Elizabeth is eager to forget her troubles in the vices that make New York City the center of the modern world; touted as a place where anyone can arrive a pauper and leave a millionaire, where women are free to move through the streets unaccompanied by men, and where illegal vices - booze, cards, jazz - are easier to find than avoid, Elizabeth is ready to relocate for good and reclaim her future. Accompanied by her intrepid parabatai and cousin, Margaret Blackthorn (who is more comfortable behind the lens of a camera than onstage in a flapper hall), Elizabeth has no plans to return to London any time soon. Then comes October, and the infamous crash of Wall Street that plunges the entire globe into economic recession. Elizabeth does not want to return home, but her and Margie might not have a choice in the matter…
Athens, Greece: Edmund Blackthorn was supposed to return to London and his family eight months ago… and he did, but something drew him back to Athens once more. Picking up his Uncle James’ love for the ancient classics from a young age, Edmund always knew he wanted to do his travel year in the center of it all: Athens, Greece. While he expected his year abroad to be full of research and sightseeing, he did not expect it to be entirely thrown off course by the witty, brilliant Cadia Sedgewick. Together, the two have uncovered an ancient mystery; while other Shadowhunters are urging them to focus on the rapidly-approaching and grim future, Edmund and Cadia are drawn further and further into the past. All the stories are true, after all, and this mystery might just be the key to aid the present and save the future.
Berlin, Germany: Owen Herondale didn’t plan to fall in love with Lydia Kingsmill… but Herondales love only once, as his father and grandfather told him from the time he was young, and Lydia was the only one for him. The Treaty of Versailles that ended the mundane Great War has thrust Germany into despair, and the Shadowhunters of the German institutes are feeling the side effects; indeed, as the churches and government are no longer able to tithe, many Shadowhunters have packed up and left for more lucrative cities, or returned home to Idris. Owen desperately wants Lydia to come to London with him, but Lydia doesn’t want to leave her family - and the institute she grew up in - behind.
Amsterdam, the Netherlands: Vienna Fairchild was determined to embark on a grand voyage like her father, and she wasn’t going to let the fact that she was a woman stop her. At the start of her travel year, Vienna ran to the last city full of glittering nightlife and wild parties in Europe - and indeed, Amsterdam is the last European stand of the ‘Roaring Twenties’ as recession grows over the continent like a shadow. Planning to pack her trunks and flee for the Americas with her best friends Lizzie and Margie, Vienna is stopped when the local institute desperately needs help. Their issue, however, is much larger than Amsterdam itself…
Alicante, Idris: The youngest of her siblings and cousins and friends, Alaina Blackthorn is thrilled to finally have her turn at Shadowhunter Academy. The Academy is, after all, a legendary place for life-changing bonds… it’s where her Uncle James and Uncle Matthew decided to become parabatai, and where her brother Theodore and Graham Fairchild first became friends - and now they, too, were parabatai. Flanked by her friends Raya Fairchild and Taron Carstairs-Lightwood, Alaina cannot wait to finally experience freedom - until the world starts to fall apart, and all their parents summon them back to London.
London, England: The adults of the London Enclave are certain the worst is behind them - they defeated Belial when they were teenagers, and the mundane world has finally calmed down after over a decade of war and pestilence. But the wicked never rest, and dark forces are gathering - and their target is London, the city that started it all.
79 notes · View notes
is-the-owl-video-cute · 11 months
Note
also its really fucking telling that you think lesbian = terf. trans men and cis men cannot be lesbians. lesbians do not and cannot fuck cis/trans men. really insane that y’all see anything about lesbianism excluding men and automatically think it’s about.. women? i don’t know why y’all are so fucking obsessed with weaseling your way into a sexuality and gender identity that is exclusive of men, it’s almost like you hate it when ppl want to be away from them. lol
Oh it’s the TERF again lol.
I don’t associate lesbians with TERFs, but responding to someone mentioning trans issues with essentially “god forbid lesbians have anything” is the most obvious TERF calling card you could leave because we weren’t even talking about lesbians.
37 notes · View notes
cakepoppresent · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Gideon looks good here just reminding some folk he doesn't play
3 notes · View notes
mirrortouchedsea · 4 months
Text
consider madara attempting (very badly) to make leo a scarf and its barely hanging in there (15 bazillion dropped stitches and horrible inconsistent tension)
3 notes · View notes
reploidbuddy · 8 months
Text
Me: It’ll just be a little one-shot, it’ll be quick. Get the idea out there, make the designs, post it all, easy peasy, will be done quickly n shortly
[Nearly 7000 words later, not nearly done]
Me: .
Me: A
4 notes · View notes
obesericewrites · 2 years
Text
One hour, my friends. One hour and then we see who these little ones are and what situation you are in with them.
Tumblr media
27 notes · View notes