#fledglingsin

[atelophxbiia-archived]

miela; jae. the baby duck needs to go back to his family....... you can't keep him

                          his first reflex is to pull the baby duck closer to his body. a big       frown his quick to follow—with a vigorous shake of the head. 

                                         “ no. i’m his family now. there’s no going back. ”

[shewillblowusallaway]

☁ with arista?? (optional! ;v; btw you're the bees' knees)

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

a low irritated noise escapes her lips as she stares out the window , chin in palm as she watches the rain that appears as thought it was in a fury and kept falling. a flash, a couple moments later the clap of thunder and theodosia drags herself to sit up properly. “ did they ever say how long they think this would last ? ”

[atelophxbiia-archived]

💔💔💔 (you don't have to do all of them but ravi & eu, eu & emmy, or noy & tzvi?? )

↗↗ ♚ get fucking W R E C K E D ! 

                        je suis so sad why. why.

i linked each of the starters here, so it’s a little easier:

eu && ravi 

eu && emrys

noy && tzvi

[atelophxbiia-archived]

NUMBER 7: my muse accidentally fatally injures yours.

              “ M E R D E . ” 

                          it’s the first thing out of his mouth, but ‘ shit ’ doesn’t even begin to     cover what he’s D O N E . letting the gun slip from his hand, he hardly     pays it any mind  as  he  rushes  to  her  side—slipping  over the slick,     black asphalt;;

                 ( but whether that w e t feeling creeping is B L O O D or R A I N he doesn’t know )                                                  && he doesn’t want to think about it either                               

          all he’s focused on is keeping her A L I V E . his hands are pressed            over the wound as  he  tries  to  stop  up the bleeding—but he can           feel her slipping away && the pallor of her skin leaving her P A L E           against the pavement. 

                                   “ la vache—come on eu. you’re not going to let a stupid BULLET                                      kill you, are you? ” he whispers to her—D E S P E R A T E now                                      to keep her alive. 

                “ you can do better than that. ” 

[atelophxbiia-archived]

miela; puts a baby duck on jae's head

“ ———? ”

           the gesture is confusing at first, && it takes him a moment to even fully  C O M P R E H E N D what it is she’s doing. but when he does, a  bemused smile crosses his lips. 

                                 “ && what is this supposed to  mean? ”  he asks in just as curious a                                   tone as the expression  on  his  face.  it seems for the moment, by                                    the open attitude he has to this interaction, that he senses no dan-                                   ger from the other ** 

               ** ( for the moment, in A N Y case )

[adxchi]

sorry if you've answered a question like this before, but what is your favorite thing about adachi? ;v;

aaa I dunno...If I had to say anything I’d probably just want to say it’s the way he views the world? The way the things he says are evil, but there’s hints of truth here and there that can make you question whether or not he might be right. The whole ‘ignoring the truth so we can be happy’ really resonates with me, as someone who at one point was just so tired of being sad and wallowing in my own self pity that I decided I was just going to find a way to ignore it in the hopes that I would obtain some semblance of happiness. I still kind of struggle with it, and I’m really afraid of confronting my own feelings because of how overwhelming it can be- but drawing and writing for Adachi gives me a place to really put those feelings into perspective and understand the damage they can cause to oneself/the people around you.

also i just really like villains.....

[nottxbe-blog]

eu; ❛You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?❜

the lion king sentence starters. || accepting.

     You would think he had just been stabbed. The gasp leaves him in a bewildered burst and brings him to a full stop. “They’re not just – ” His voice carries in the mausoleum. It drops to a harsh, strained whisper. “Just royal dead guys. These are the bones of kings and queens dating back centuries and centuries! My ancestors! My ten greats grandmother and father! Much, much more than ‘royal dead guys’!”