[meloraan]

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow, though thou be black as night and she made all of light, follow thy fair sun.

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[meloraan]

nora would eat a grimm if she thought it would be tasty btw

@th-aubade

[goldandcinders]

For too long, women have feared their own fire—mistaking it for madness, for sin, for excess. But the fire is the power of the feminine soul.

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[th-aubade]

Duo (if you’re stealing it, i want aure and summer!!!)

✧ Duo Meme // accepting ✧

You asked for it, friend~

[meloraan]

what kind of love do you keep locked away? | tagged by: @mecha-blue | tagging: you! steal it <3

The Love That Never Asked to Be Seen

You don’t speak your love—you sustain it. You exist in the in-betweens: glances held just too long, messages half-typed and never sent, kindnesses you hope they notice. You’ve trained yourself to be low-maintenance, the kind of person who doesn’t need too much, doesn’t take up space, doesn’t break the silence. But in doing so, you’ve made your love invisible. You say you’re protecting yourself—but maybe you’re just scared to ask for something you desperately need. There’s a beautiful, aching warmth in your heart, but no one knows it’s there because you never let it out. Maybe it’s time to stop waiting for someone to guess you’re worth loving out loud—and start believing it yourself.

[meloraan]

@fatepowered continued from here

Laleh tilted her head slowly as she watched the other girl. The motion was subtle, played off as curiosity, but there was something instinctive behind it. Something silent and unforgiving that rushed through her blood like adrenaline. Everything about Andante seemed to pull her in even more. Behind her, her tail gave a single flick, then stilled, like a hunter settling into the brush.

She kept quiet, like she usually did. Why bother with words? At Haven, she’d learned quickly that too much talking just handed people even stronger weapons. They’d twist her words, poke and prod, push until she was cornered. But if she stayed quiet, she could watch. She could listen. She could wait for her moment.

And Andante was…interesting, to say the least. She seemed nervous, skittish even. Like prey that didn’t yet realize it had already been chosen by the predator. Laleh’s gaze locked onto her, dark and intense, weighing on Andante like a hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Dark eyes tracked her every movement; the way her shoulders tensed, the way her eyes refused to meet hers, the subtle shifts of her body that betrayed an itch to run away. It was almost endearing. Almost.

Laleh’s lips curled into a faint, razor-edged smile, with a glint of teeth, like a predator just before they lunged for the kill. She took a step forward. It wasn’t rushed and not aggressive. Just slow enough to make it clear it was intentional. To close the distance by a fraction, the way a wolf might circle its catch rather than chase, confident the outcome had already been decided.

“Is that truly all?”

[faustique]

the older i get, the more i appreciate being out of the loop. don't fill me in, i don't want to know anything about anyone.

[meloraan]

@fatedmuses continued from here

Vermillion couldn’t help the teasing smirk that spread across his lips, tossing it Qrow’s way like a challenge for later. Unfortunately, it only bought him half a second of a distraction before instinct snapped in and he had to twist sharply to the side, barely avoiding the strike that would have clipped his shoulder.

“Now that,” he shot back between breaths, pushing himself a step out of range, “I know I’ll be victorious in. This?” He gestured vaguely between them, already shifting his stance again. “Less confident.”

His lungs burned and it had only been fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. How in the world did Aurelia and Qrow do this for hours on end, year after year, like it was nothing? And they were still at it at what, nearly forty? Either they were built different or he had severely overestimated his own endurance. Still, he ducked another swing, boots skidding slightly against the ground as he tried to regain footing, his grin straining as he tried to keep up.

Then there was the other problem. What exactly was he supposed to do with his semblance here? It seemed everyone else had semblances that helped in a match. Him? He was half focused trying to keep his sunglasses on his face.

“Genuine question,” Vermillion huffed, trying to buy himself another precious second to catch his breath. “How exactly am I supposed to utilize my semblance in a fight? Can Grimm even get drunk? Because if so, I’ve been underutilizing a very important skill set.”

[mournfulroses]

Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017

[meloraan]

Fame is a gun, and I point it blind Crash and burn, girl, baby, swallow it dry You've got a front row seat, and I I got a taste of the glamorous life Love is a drug that I can't deny I'm your dream girl, but you're not my type You've got a front row seat, and I I got a taste of the glamorous life

[meloraan]

You think you got me, but you don't get me You think you want me, but you don't know what you're getting into There's so much more to me then what you think you see So listen to me, just listen to me You push me back, I'll push you back Harder, harder You scream at me, I'll scream at you

[rozanovi81]

ROZANOVI81.      an independent roleplaying blog for  ILYA ROZANOV  of  HEATED RIVALRY      //      loved by CARA    ( she/her, 30 )      //      carrd.

[meloraan]

"There's really no need for you to be jealous. You're the one I love. Forgive me that I don't tell you enough." - Apex Vintage // @th-meridian

unprompted asks | not accepting for meloraan | @th-meridian

Vermillion’s gaze dropped the moment the words left her lips. He looked away from Robin, shoulders tightening slightly as though he had been caught doing something he could not quite defend. Whether the feeling twisting in his chest was shame, embarrassment, or the lingering heat of jealousy he himself could not have said. Perhaps it was all three.

His jaw clenched for a moment before he spoke, and even then the words did not come easily. It wasn’t that he doubted her. Robin had never given him reason to. But he had seen the way people in the camp looked at her. The lingering glances, the quiet smiles, the sort of attention she drew without even trying. She was strong, a leader, confident, and Vermillion knew well enough that she could have chosen someone far easier to love than him.

His hands flexed at his sides, fingers curling as though resisting the urge to reach for her.

“I know,” he muttered at last, voice lower than usual, roughened by the emotions he was trying and failing to hide. “It’s not that I don’t believe you.”

He hesitated, glancing briefly outside their tent toward the edge of the camp where a few figures moved about their evening routines before quickly looking away again.

“I just don’t like the way they look at you,” he admitted quietly. “Like they’re waiting for you to realize you deserve better.”

A faint, self-conscious huff escaped him then, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.

“And I suppose I don’t say it enough either.” His eyes flickered back to her at last, softer now despite the stubborn set of his expression. “You’re the one I love too, Robin. That’s never been the question.”

[meloraan]

Birds of passage You and me We fly instinctively When the summer's over And the dark clouds hide the sun Neither you nor I'm to blame When all is said and done Clear-headed and open-eyed With nothing left untried Standing calmly at the crossroads No desire to run There's no hurry anymore When all is said and done

[meloraan]

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? "I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

[meloraan]

still on hiatus, just emptying out the few things i had sitting in the paused queue

[th-sunnyside]

✧ closed starter for @meloraan ✧

"What brings you down to Mantle, doctor?"

Salten had been left behind for the time being, left in the stewardship of Beryl's apprentice so Beryl could consult Pietro in his weapon designs. But to see a high-ranked doctor in the lower levels was uncommon.

[meloraan]

“Citizens of Mantle need healthcare too, don’t they?”

Elias didn’t look up right away when he said it. He just set the last of the plastic totes down with a soft thud, straightened, and rolled his shoulders back until something popped faintly between them. The cold bit through his coat, but he’d long since stopped noticing it.

Around him, the clinic space was coming to life — folding tables unfolding with metallic snaps, portable exam lights flickering on, residents and nurses weaving between one another with efficiency. Most of them were Atlas-trained, some Mantle-born. All of them were here because he’d asked.

Once a month, like clockwork, Elias Sterling brought medicine down from the floating kingdom above. Not charity. Not pity.

Care.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging off his gloves and tucking them into his coat pocket. “We’ve got general consults, pediatric checkups, wound care, chronic illness management. Limited imaging, but we make do.” His gaze finally lifted, sharp and assessing but not unkind. “We treat what we can here. What we can’t, I escalate and take care of personally.”

“You here to help,” he asked evenly, “or do you need to be seen?”