i am / healer

Hope is going to kill you and it won't be a pretty death. Sorry.

[allisondraste]

Elven Thighs! Fine Elven Thighs! Direct from Arlathan.

You won’t find better.

[man-itfeelslikespaceagain]

[armed-and-alxne]

the “I’ve killed a lot of people but I still have a softer side that requires hugs” squad

[ourinquisition-deactivated20181]

Trick or Treat! ((you don't have to do both if you don't want to lol

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!  | NOT ACCEPTING

Mobile post! I got new markers so I wanted to try them out

[sun-hound]

“Old gods do not mean dead gods”

— me (via witch-of-artemis)

[rapidfired]

spaacemusings:

                   ——          &&; my heart has wept for those that i could not save

[infaernal-archive-blog]

The Infernal Devices, Cassandra Clare

[mortalpractice]

Sometimes humans just die. And you cannot save them. Sometimes humans do not die, and you cannot save them.

Natalie Young, from “Notes on Earth Life,” published in Superstition Review (via mortalpractice)

[themushroomblues]

Your death would not see her again to my arms. It would only serve as mercy, releasing you from what you have done.

[mssmartbarbie]

Lemuel vs Sons of Lucifer aka Lem kicking white supremacist ass

[1liv]

[biconicclarkegriffin]

[1liv]

[sky-scribbles]

I name my DA: Origins saves to express my true feelings.

[greysworn-deactivated20200408]

“Love does not stop when someone dies.”

— Jem Carstairs, City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments #6) by Cassandra Clare (via paperwhisperings)

[intense-suggestion]

I could feel the power surging, so close, right within my hands. It felt hot and sparkling and somehow familiar, chittering excitedly in my palm. I trembled with anticipation. I felt like I had done this before, like it was more a matter of remembering than discovering - the energy I was holding sparked at that thought, as if in agreement. I bundled it up, compressed it, and it grew hotter still, almost burning.

I held it like that, feeling like myself again for the first time in–

This was it, this was my true state, rediscovered, I was finally back–

All those memories washing over me, I remembered, I was powerful–

Finally I released it all in a flash - it almost threw me off balance there for a moment - and then there was silence. I let out a sharp breath. Silence again.

Silence, and me, the way I was supposed to be.

[permets]

and in the dream he burns, he burns, he burns. gasping wrenching sighs and oh god— does he burn (but for a moment it is so brilliant so bright, that he can’t bear to say it wasn’t worth it)

Icarus doesn’t dream, he weeps (r.n.)