#cataschism

[kaiju-lightning-art]

My tfa oc, Cataschism! She had a hard life </3

[absolventiia]

THE GREEN BROTHERS died in ways different from each other, and yet the same. some say they may have deserved it.

KING AEGON died by poison, PRINCE AURANE died by water, and PRINCE AEMOND died by the sword. they will be remembered in history as some of the worst of house targaryen. (psd.)

[kaiju-lightning]

PrismaArts on art fight drew this for me and i’m aaaaaaa

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[tridentide]

@cataschism sent in : "Who did this to you?" Ezz to his little finnick <3

the drugs have not been friendly tonight. they rarely are, but especially tonight, finnick feels himself growing sick. he doesn't recognize what esra is asking as his head spins the moment his mentor helps him to his feet ; he empties his stomach into a potted plant. finnick is seventeen. he's dizzy, and he's nauseous, and he wipes at his mouth. seventeen. one more year ! the man with the bright neon blue hair had said, when he gave him a champagne flute.

esra is staring at him, and is expecting a response. his white suit is still immaculate, this late into the night. no wrinkle in sight. impressive. " what ? " he asks. his throat is scratchy, and it burns, and there doesn't seem to be fresh air anywhere. " no one. i mean, i guess. " he feels crowded -- impossibly so. finnick runs a hand down his face. " is there something you want or . . ? " sorry, ezz. sorry, sorry, sorry. the drugs make him irritable, and angry, and also somewhat impatient. 

" look, just back off ! " esra hasn't said anything, or even stepped closer. finnick still raves as if he's had. the alcohol goes straight to the teenager's head. what was in that champagne ? " god, do you have to be around me all the time ? you mental fucking lunatic. " oh, he'll regret that come tomorrow. but for now, finnick is absolutely buzzing. " the games are over ! congrats to me ! do i get to be fucking alone, ever ? " finnick gets sick, but holds it in, instead leaning over the balcony with a huff. the air even tastes polluted, up here. how is that possible ? esra is still here. finnick can feel him, in the same way he can feel mags or lucas. victors have a sense for each other, didn't you know ?

[malxshrine]

Would Sukuna like Sleep Token, I gotta know

❝ yes , aqua regia &&. vore to be specific. the rest have a bit too much romantic whining for my taste. ❞

[insurged]

❝    peter... shouldn't you be in class?   ❞ with a brow arched questioningly, the sorcerer supreme's fierce gaze only emanates a silent disapproval that is all knowing. he is, by no means, trying to play the father figure but it concerns him that coming at the beck and call of the world's needs will quickly jade a young soul.

@cataschism / Ღ starter call.

[celestiae]

@cataschism liked for a started from ahri!

“ well, if it isn't the eye of twilight... ” there’s laughter in her voice, the slightest hint of a smile playing on her features as she watches the warrior through the branches of the tree she's perched in. golden eyes follow his movements, tails flicking in curiosity. the last time she encountered the kinkou order... the memories blur together, quick flashes impossible to differentiate, some her own and some from names lost to memory. the protectors of balance between the human and spirit worlds - what must they think of an unrelenting predator like her?

she slips from her branch, landing gracefully in front of the man who’s so roused her curiosity. what memories does his essence hold? sorrow? delight? regret? is it even her place to know? is it even her place to want to know? her fluttering tails slow to a stop, curling around her body as one, “ you’re far from your temple, master shen. what brings you so deep into the wilderness today? ”

[okkanai]

how exciting it was to be faced with someone versed in the same art, childish eyes bright in nature. the blue bird killer they called him ; doha all but laughed when he first read about him in the newspapers. after all, the killings done were violent in nature — horrendous, bloody, personal. the mere thought of it has him stiff, fighting back the giggle in his throat as it bubbles up to the surface.

he pouts, lips pressed firmly together to mask the way they seemingly curl just at the corners, suppressing a smile. it lasts for only a moment or so before he's doubling over, clearly delighted by their little interaction. " the snake was in the nest the whole time, how silly ! blue birds, blue birds — should have saw it coming ! " a gasp, elated. " is it time for another yet ? " / @cataschism, michel.