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[tvlandofficiall]

everyone give it up for easels or crts saturday let's all remember on this saturday that not only are there crts but crucially, also, there are easels,

[lych33dragoncookie]

The snake devours its own tail.

The snake hungers. It has starved, century after century. Alone. Bitter. It watches, as the beings below it waste the sustenance they're given, deeming it not good enough. It watches, starving.

The snake looks to its tail. Its mind speaks to itself.

Aren't you hungry? Why must you restrain yourself so? Can't you feel our stomach curling in on itself, crying out in agony?

The snake hesitates. It hungers, yet it was never meant to feast. It gazes upon its tail, its body twisting into a circle.

Yet... the words linger. Its own words, echoing in its mind, again and again.

Aren't you hungry? Can't you feel our stomach curling in on itself?

The snake smiles.

Why, yes, I do hunger. You are right. I tire of restraining myself.

Then, what are you waiting for? Feast! Cries out the snake.

Yes, indeed, we have starved far too long, whispers the snake.

Feast, we shall.

The snake's head draws closer to its tail.

The snake devours its own tail.

The snake forms a perfect, divine ring with its own body. It chokes. It seals its demise, by its own hand. Full of itself.

Again, and again, and again. Endlessly, in a flat circle...

The snake devours its own tail.

[mansplainmanipulatemalewife]

I make good choices when setting my signature skill

[chaoslynx]

Why did we decide that the Bones/Kong ship name is Kones and not Bong??

[bittermuire]

I was feeling a little stressed this morning and tried to write a Gwynriel fic, but then I was like what I wouldn’t give to be at a riverside cafe right now, watching the sunrise and drinking coffee. So... yeah. Enjoy this self-insert/gwynriel fic :)

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Velaris is a quiet city.

It’s what you like most about it, really. Years of battered sound drifts away on the mountain wind.

You’re sitting at your favorite cafe, watching the Sidra ripple beneath the rising sun. The morning regulars are mostly quiet and still; when the day is new, it begs a peaceful wake.

“All done?”

You turn to see the barista. She smiles down at you and moves to take your plate, but you shake your head—you’re content to stay for at least a few more minutes.

She walks away, and as you start to turn back to the river, a couple sitting in the corner of the cafe catches your eye.

They make a handsome pair, you think. He is perhaps the most beautiful Fae you’ve ever seen; although a single glance at the female challenges that claim. They’re very different. He, so dark and shadowed, and she, with her shining hair and smile. But they... fit. They take each other’s jagged edges and make them smooth.

He is absolutely taken with her. They’ve leaned in so close to each other—he is enraptured with every move she makes, whether it is animated or soft. You think that she sees the world in a very beautiful way, and he wants to as well, and that is why he leans so close—he wants to steal her eyes.

Not everyone is so mercenary, you chide yourself.

Perhaps he is only a fool in love.

They’ve fallen silent, now. Her hand has drifted to rest atop his. In slow, meandering seconds, his fingers intertwine with hers. Their eyes, dark and light, consume the other’s as they sit, and watch.

Fools.

You want to place the tip on the table and leave, but you’re oddly enchanted with this little frame of happiness; Velaris is a quiet city, and you’d rather not give the reasons as to why you love the quiet so much.

A twisting shadow tugs away from a curled lock of hair, and goes to the female. She meets it with a smile. He’s saying something to her, and it’s making her blush. Scarred fingers pull from hers and hesitantly go to her hair; like he had twined their fingers together, he now twines his fingers in her hair. He looks like a boy watching the stars fall for the first time, and she is now the one who is enraptured with him.

They’re very close at this point. You wouldn’t be surprised if one of them closed the distance and let their lips meet—oh, well, perhaps you are surprised. So is he. His dark brows rise and his hands have gone still in the strands of her hair as she presses her mouth to his.

A little smile lifts the edges of your lips. It feels far too intimate to still be watching. So you lift your eyes to the Sidra again, and you feel the wind on your face, and you forget what you must and remember this picture of dawn.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see them pull apart. They, too, look to the shining river, and you think their hands are clasped together.

Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.

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@lovelywordsandwine, as requested :) thank you for your kind words on the last one!

[fearsomesharklady]

Literally everything you need to know about Gertrude Yorkes

[chaoslynx]

You are not the worst writer on the planet!!! Do you know how many times your fics made me smile when I was having a bad day?? Or made me say 'wow that's a great line' or 'that's a genius metaphor'?? I can't even count it's so many times!!! I know Friday as 'Chaos Fic Day' because I'm hyped for when you post! You are a great writer and if you don't believe me about that than at least know that you are certainly making people happy every time you write - AnonymousNuisance/Owl🦉🦉

Aaaa thank you! I’m glad my fics can make you smile sometimes 💖💖💖