#dimmed light

[velvet-vesper]

[suckerforlover]

🌠🌠Dimmed light. Fluffy blanket. Great book. State of Grace (acoustic) on loop. Cup of tea. Ahhh that’s the stuff. 🌠🌠

[trickery-and-mimicry]

Neito was just sat on his bed. He had the day off, and while normally he was productive, he just sat there all day. He had laundry to be done, and he even was asked if he wanted to go out with friends. But he refused.

If he couldn't do simple laundry, how could he be the best? He didn't deserve anything he had. Not his hero ranking. Not his money. Not even his friends. Everyone around him was better. And that was a harsh reality he had to face. He was the worst.

Not to mention his quirk was terrible. It's inconsistency was frustrating and he had an over reliance on others.

Everyone was right. He was useless alone.

[the-candie]

Close-Up of Weary Eyes

A close-up photo of someone’s eyes, the light in them noticeably dimmed, possibly staring at a screen or into a mirror, with a visible weariness. Captured in raw style.

[photographybyjess]

[anthonyquinata]

Incredible vision of Haunted Harold

Incredible vision of Haunted Harold

In time, I came to understand that 4 of the spirits were trapped, and one of them was their “jailer.” I wondered, “Other than being malevolent, powerful, sinister, and manipulative, I wondered what was the nature of that particular one? Was it human at one time? A demon, as many have suggested? A djinn?”

Last night, with the help of my friend Chris, I conducted an investigation of the doll using…

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[askthespectralboy]

"I hope you know I never stop thinking about you---whether your glow dims or not. I feel as if this is my fault. I left you and you---you've become this sickening creature of the night. No matter what happens to you know that i'll never stop loving you---that's right /loving/ you. Please come back to me, my spectral boy. Please glow as you always promised. Become true to me again." --lionheartedkatherine (from personal blog but on ANON)

A boy lay on his side in the light he'd hidden himself in. Matchstick thin, with no armor to hide him in. His jacked soaked, his light dim. Black curled through his form, spreading out from six wounds in his shoulders and back. It covered near half of him now. Reaching across his chest, over his back, down his arms, a few tendril like reaches of it clinging to his face. A smear of the same white light that stained his jacket was brushed away from the corner of his mouth. What it had been now stained one cuff of his jacket.

Still such a wish made it to him. He smiled softly despite it all. ~Always!~ He promised, sounding strong but hardly feeling it.