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rosetowersfanfic · 1 year
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Pierced
Hunter has a rare bout or teenage rebellion, the twins enable him.
Hunter sighed as he caught sight of Emira's jewelry box. He flopped onto his back, unable to focus on his illusions homework.
"I wanna get my ears pierced," he lamented. Edric and Emira, glad to be distracted from the boring work, looked at each other, mischief written on their faces.
"How come?" Edric asked.
"Well, everyone else does. I dunno, I think it looks kinda cool." Hunter sat up. "Darius said he'd take me to do it, but he's been busy and I'm not old enough to go on my own so..."
"We can help," Emira offered.
"I have to go with an adult," Hunter attempted to clarify. "Darius says it's the law."
"Oh, we don't have to go anywhere," Edric explained.
"We don't?"
"Nah, we know how to do it at home. All we need are sterilized safety pins and ice," Emira said.
Hunter blinked. "Huh, is that safe?"
"Sure. We've done it a bunch of times. For each other, for Mittens."
Hunter brought a hand to his chin.
"Okay. Can I borrow some earrings when you're done?"
"Sure."
Soon the twins ice cubes summoned by glyphs were being pressed against Hunter's earlobes. They each then grabbed a safety pin, used fire glyphs to sterilize them, and pressed them into Hunter's flesh.
He didn't even flinch, and as soon as the pins had pierced the lobes, the twins exchanged looks of surprise.
"You good, man?" Edric asked, a tad concerned.
"Yep, the ice really helped with the pain," Hunter noted in a chipper tone.
"Well okay then," Emira replied as she mirrored her brother in fastening the pins in place.
Emira summoned a small healing spell and focused on Hunter's piercings. "Just give it a couple hours to heal properly so it won't close up. Eddie, go get your jewelry box to Hunter can pick out some earrings.
Edric swiftly ran to his room and then back and Hunter perused the twins' earrings until he picked out a set of gold skull shaped studs.
With that done, the trio went back to their homework until Hunter's ears were ready.
"These look great!" Hunter gushed as he admired himself in the mirror.
"See, we knew what we were doing," Emira boasted as she and Edric high-fived.
It was about time for Hunter to head home, so he said his goodbyes and sped out the house. After seeing Hunter off, Alador scratched his head.
"Did he look different?"
When Hunter got home he was greeted by Darius, who immediately went silent when he saw Hunter's ears.
"Hunter. where did you get those earrings?"
"Em let me borrow them. Do you like them?"
"They're lovely. But how are you wearing them?"
"Oh, the twins pierced my ears for me."
Darius took a deep breath. "I'm assuming safety pins were involved."
Hunter gulped, suddenly worried. "Am I in trouble?"
"A little. Hunter, that's not a safe way to pierce your ears. I told you I was going to get a professional."
Hunter shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you've been saying that for weeks, but you've also been busy. I figured this would save us the trip."
"I know you have better patience than that. I'm sorry I've been putting it off, but you can't just pull stuff like this when you don't get your way; and to reiterate, it's not safe. Your uncle Auberon tried and he flinched."
"Is that why he has that notch on his earlobe? I thought a beast did that."
Darius sighed. "No. The rest of his scars are from his pets, but that one he got when a school friend of his tried to pierce his ears in the school bathroom," Darius shuddered, "the kid wasn't even on the healers track. It was all thanks to grandma that the wound didn't get infected."
"Well, Emira's a good healer, so-"
"Don't even try it. I'll let you off with a warning since you didn't know any better, Auberon certainly did and he got into a lot of trouble with grandma, even granny was upset."
Hunter looked at the ground with guilt.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to call Alador about the twins."
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seagiri · 2 months
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when she draw on my pile
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"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).
Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.
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the-holy-ghosted · 8 months
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Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man
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inkskinned · 6 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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volcaberg · 2 months
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Unsorted mlp art I've made over the last few weeks :3c
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thornedarrow · 1 year
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proof of concept // i think i'm gonna love you for a long long time
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plumadot · 1 month
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she laughed, and seemed almost surprised by it. he briefly wondered if maybe she hadn't laughed in a long time - if maybe she'd believed she'd forgotten how to.
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raynewolfegirl · 1 month
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Dead on Main Head Cannon
My favorite head cannon for this ship is that when they're feeling petty and pissed off at each other they'll send the other a purple hyacinth. It hits both of their dead, melodramatic souls perfectly. Flower language for purple hyacinth is "my regrets follow you to the grave" and that just vibes the same as "my condolences for your stupidity" to me at least.
Jason in a meeting as Red Hood with his gang. Flower shop worker guy comes in and says with the monotone of a dead-souled retail worker: "Delivery for Mr. Hood?"
Jason raises his hand with a sardonic head tilt.
Flower shop guy drops a small pot of purple hyacinth in front of him on the table and then reads off a small white card. "For leaving me to meet your dad by myself. Love, Danny." He puts the card back in his pocket. "Enjoy your flowers." He says in a way that makes Jason certain the man has no idea what the word enjoy actually means before shuffling out of the warehouse.
Hood's men all sit there silently for several long moments before one of them finally dares to speak.
"You made them meet the parents by themselves?"
Jason let's out a long heavy sigh.
"Anyone got a couch I can use tonight?"
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weaselmcdiesel · 2 months
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requests for a bunch of ships i did on my spam :3
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months
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The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.
(for @frummpets)
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hacknet · 6 months
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keikakudom · 2 months
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quick spy x fam inspired radiostatic AU, more info under the cut :]
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white-weasel · 1 year
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Funniest bit of the dnd movie is Xenk clearly being an NPC the DM introduced for lore and plot purposes who’s a competent fighter because of course he is, his reputation and backstory require it. But whoopsies the DM made him too powerful, the whole party likes him, and now they want him to come with to fight the BBEG which will completely and utterly fuck up the encounter balance
So instead of there being any actual plot reason he can’t join Xenk just says “I can’t. This is something only you can do.” And then walks off, never to interact with the party again because the DM just knows those little shits will find a way to use their OP creation against them
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It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time
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kataraqui-archive · 7 months
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Saw this post and I had to
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