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EXPECTATIONS
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Claire Keane
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
art blog(derogatory)
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we're not kids anymore.
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if i look back, i am lost
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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gracie abrams
todays bird
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Jules of Nature
Stranger Things
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@nymph-tales
partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that
The Dark Forest
I stand where the forest forgets its own edges,
in a clearing swallowed by mist
where the trees loom like old ghosts.
Somewhere beyond them,
there is a path that leads home.
I know there must be.
But home is like a memory I cannot fully hold.
But every direction
wears the same face.
The branches stretch their crooked fingers,
whispering this way,
then no, here!
until I no longer trust
the sound of my own heart beat.
Home feels near enough to ache for,
yet impossibly far
as if worlds have been folded between us,
as if grief itself
has grown roots beneath my feet.
I am so tired of choosing wrong.
So tired of walking
until the fog swallows every certainty whole.
Maybe I should stay here.
Let the cold settle into my bones.
Let the silence name me something softer
than broken.
-K. R. Helton
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✦ A E T H Y R A ✦
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a world shaped by gods, broken by fire,
and rebuilt in fragile quiet
Six hundred years ago, the world shattered.
Mountains split the horizon.
Kingdoms fell into silence.
A god was buried beneath ash and memory.
Now, Aethyra stands again...
rebuilt, but never untouched.
Edavel thrives beneath the Mother’s light.
Cavora endures within stone and storm.
Eldran studies what should remain forgotten.
And still… something stirs.
Whispers speak of the Fallen Star.
Of truths buried by time.
Of an age yet to begin.
✦ ─────── WHAT WE OFFER ─────── ✦
✧ Deep original lore & worldbuilding
✧ Three major regions to explore
✧ Player-driven story & real impact
✧ Unique factions and hidden secrets
✧ Politics, adventure, and character focus
✧ Freedom to shape your own path
✧ 18+ community
✧ Forum based channels
✧ Friendly, welcoming environment
✧ LGBTQ+ inclusive space
✦ ─────── CREATE YOUR STORY ─────── ✦
✧ A noble of Edavel, navigating power and faith
✧ A Cavoran warrior, forged in stone and survival
✧ An Eldran arcanist, chasing dangerous truths
✧ A wanderer, exile, outlaw… or something unknown
—or carve your own place in the world
✦ ─────── THE WORLD IS STABLE ─────── ✦
✦ for now ✦
The next chapter has yet to be written.
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become part of the story.
*through gritted teeth* the world is GOOD. people are kind. Humans are NOT inherently selfish. you will make it through this year. recovery is possible. people you don't know yet will love you. You are going to do things you can't even imagine right now. You are going to read a rlly good book. You are going to eat some rlly good food. You are going to experience joy again. Things can get better. Situations can change. You can choose to be kinder. The world can change for the better.
me when i see an animal that is known for being in my area
The Artemis II crew naming two previously undiscovered lunar craters (one after Commander Reid Wiseman's late wife).
getting mad at ao3 for being against censorship and allowing all kinds of dark and fucked up fics to be on their platform is like getting mad at a library for not banning books
MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION
sitting and pondering critters
Chp 68
“”Hermione, I’m tired.”
She looked up at him and saw it in his eyes.
The war had eaten him; there was so little of him left. The ghosts in his eyes, the war, it was almost all there was.
The other Death Eaters had retired from the war after the Battle of Hogwarts, but Draco hadn’t had the ability, had never been afforded the luxury. He had continued, because he couldn’t find her, because he’d made a vow to defeat Voldemort.
His best to defeat Voldemort.
His best.
Always his best.
Day after day.
He just wanted an endpoint to look towards.
“Draco… I—”
He took her hand in his, running his thumb over her ring. “I would like to say goodbye to you before you’re leaving.”
Her throat caught as she stared up at him. Her jaw was trembling visibly, and he swam in her eyes when she nodded slowly and buried her face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sighed.”
⚜ Manacled by @senlinyuwrites 4/?
Flashback chapters
It was like falling as the past broke free, surging up through her mind and swallowing her.
@senlinyuwrites and her amazing story Manacled— “Draco’s Rune’s”
The Unseen Still Flourish
Even the wildflowers, unpicked and unseen,
still bloom in the sight of their maker.
No hand must pluck them, no eye must admire,
to be worthy of sun, of soil, of sky.
They stretch toward morning, kissed by the breeze,
whispering secrets to wandering bees.
Though no one may notice, no voice may call,
they are cherished, they matter—they bloom despite it all.
-K.R. Helton
