#fraying

[mimeo-tan]

a lot of making fun of powerscalers kinda is just being an asshole for the sake of it which sucks because powerscaling is funny. these things are jokes. it's posting

[dont-look-me-in-the-eye]

The Shadow Man - Masterlist

have you heard of the Shadow Man?

Origins: (Dr Facilier’s Story and Who He Was Before)

Pt 1 - Sleepless

Pt 2 - 1, 2, 3,

Pt 3 - Run Away, Punk

Pt 4 - The Bayou

Pt 5 - Dead or Alive.

Pt 6 - Stirring Shadows

Pt 7 - Ombre Sombre

Fraying

On The Other Side - Coming, But Not Anytime Soon (Takes Place After Movie)

Aight school's starting back up so I'm not posting every other Monday anymmore because I'm not tryna get stressed over writing fanfic for a fucking disney movie.

[alanitaperez]

mi amino en estos momentos :c

RESPETEMOS TODOS LOS SHIPS POR IGUAL MUCHACHOS >:”v

[finalsparke-arch]

> lux:  check  on  your  rather  ecstatic  friend.  //  @fraying​ 

                                    ❛❛  the --  ah.  outfit  of  your  class  is  rather  characteristic.  ❜❜     

                                    she’s  trying  not  to  giggle,  honestly.  but,  he  seems  rather  happy  about  it,  so  she  is  happy  for  him,  in  turn.  her  own  maroon  robes  were  rather  uncharacteristic  in  respect.  it  was  a  dress.  with  parts  of  the  skirt  cut  out.  fantastic.  sylas’  god  tier  might  make  him  look  a  clown,   ( and  he,  right  now,  is  certainly  acting  the  part. )   but  it  had  far  more  flare  to  it  than  the  seer’s. 

                                     neither  of  them  had  time  to  mourn  the  passing  of  the  other,  but  for  good  reason.  such  as  the  outer  circles  uncoiling  and  the  fact  that  they  never  remained  permanently  dead,  at  least  not  this  time.  sona  was  the  only  other  to  acquire  her  status  before  the  others.  the  ladies  had  claimed  that  feat,  until  sylas’  rather  untimely  demise  and  lux’s  foresight.  

                                     she  gives  him  a  moment,  before  firmly  patting  him  on  the  shoulder.     ❛❛  how  do  you  feel ?  ❜❜

[resurrector]

Quiet  is  the  voice  which  addresses  SYLAS  OF  DREGBOURNE,  the  speaker  having  heard  accounts  of  his  many  deeds  -  almost  all  of  which  are  distasteful  to  her.  Yet,  she  hopes  -  she  hopes  against  likely  possibility  -  that  rumors  are  simply  TALES  FOR  THE  UNKNOWING.  ❛  I’ve  heard  of  you,  ❜  Sage  begins,  biting  down  on  the  uncertain  quiver  which  threatens  to  break  her  voice.  (  Does  a  wolf  see  the  fear  in  its  prey’s  eyes?  Nay,  CERTAINLY  NOT  -  A  wolf  does  not  need  to  perceive  such  things  to  hunt,  to  catch,  to  feast  -  ) ❛  You’re  the  one  who  KILLED  THE  KING.  ❜

starter  for  @fraying

[oceanbrings]

               THE RIVERS HAS ALWAYS MADE HER THINK ABOUT MEMORIES OF HOME, her dearest homeland under the seas which she has promise to comeback one day. And she WILL comeback to her Mirai trible. Nami really enjoys the rivers because she always can put her feet ( when she's in her human form ) whenever she feels tired of walking around the dry lands. Lifting up her foot out of the cold water a few times, Nami heard some kind of NOISE and glared at its direction.

               ❝ Who is it? Show yourself! ❞

starter for @fraying​

[kindredhunt-blog]

❝ you could run, but you have done enough running, haven’t you? ❞  lamb, bowed over her quiver, laid the weapon atop the crest of her knees, looking onto the young, revolutionary mage with bold defiance in his eyes.  ❝ it is not yet time for your hunt, ❞ she adds, a curiosity in the well of her chest for the man who had so many things carved into the harsh line of his mouth, unspoken, death a whisper but still not loud enough to claim him. ( he should have died, once, but he kept fighting, fighting, fighting!  ). 

❝ he will be mine, ❞ wolf growled just behind her, a dark mist, hovering impatiently around her shoulders.  ❝ he might be yours, dear wolf, ❞ lamb answered, her palm fondly pressed against his nose as she considered, ❝ he has many things he feels unfinished.  ❞ many lives passed by, many wasted, many taken, unfair, fair, it did not matter. but this soul was patient: knew patience as intimately as lamb knew it, all for words that spoke of righteousness, of ‘revolution’, of -- ❝ he also hunts, ❞ wolf said, more sensitive than he knew, and lamb nodded. ❝ but not the hunt as we know it, ❞ lamb finished, straightening out to stand.

❝ aren’t you on a journey, sylas? you should move quickly. ❞ she lingered even as wolf paced: advice, for the mage who met them before the chase, before meeting them was less chance, more inevitability. ( the young mage who craved more than his own freedom, the young mage who once had hands much cleaner ). ❝ the winds will not always blow behind you. ❞ 

@fraying​ liked for a starter!