#ilrellia

[hellishmoth]

fever-sugar said: ♡ ♥ ❣ ❦ ❧ ✽ ✿

iolation said: ♥ ✿ ♡ !!

ilrellia said: ♡ // ♥ // ❥ // ❧ // ✽ // ✿

spiderinheels said: ♡♥❥✽✿ ☄:

huskofachance said: ♡: Your narration ♥: Your dialogue ❥: Your internal monologues (thoughts) ❣: Your descriptions ❦: Your details ❧: Your plots ✽: Your ideas ✿: Your characterization ❁: There's good sentence variation! ✤: Your figurative language

[hyacinthsgirl]

Send “#b” and I’ll shuffle my music player, and use my favorite line from the next song as a starter! | @ilrellia | Palaye Royale - Hospital Beds

     “I WANT to dance with you! Take my hand, and I'll show you a few moves.”

[medicaen-blog]

Sweeps him from the ground and picks up in princess-carry because he's strong, he can, he does what he wants and everyone wants him.

        “ I know I’m light, but really Yang? “ He’s trying not to protest too much but really. 

[hyacinthsgirl]

@ilrellia

     SHE HAD never seen him before, but of course she knew who he was. The golden speckles of the Abyss were all around him, even here in his world, filled with light and not drenched in darkness. She saw their dance around his body and knew. How peculiar, to be summoned by Glen Baskerville himself - the messenger of messengers, tied to the Abyss almost as tightly as a Child of Misfortune. The Hyacinth Girl towered over him and stared at him with a thousand eyes and no eyes. The top of the floral tower leaned down, as if to better look at him. On her surface, flowers bloomed and died. Their penetrating smell could have killed anyone on the spot, if only she had wanted to. But Baskervilles were immune to such easy deaths - and moreover she wanted to know more. 

     "̶͖͉͚̩̜̣̞̈́̄̑͛̒̎̚͝͝H̷̲̻̓̽̈̋̌̓͝á̵̧̨̻̗̫̪̪͈̠̦͍̙̞̿̃͒̆̏̈͛̓̃͜͝͝v̶̯̯̦̣͎͍͆̔̇͋̊̑́̿̀̽̈́͘͝͝ȩ̷̢̗͇͈̜̠͉̙̍̀͆̒͝͝͝ ̷̨̖̥̪͕̟̼̻͎̖̟̲͈̐͂͗̇́͌y̸̨̲͓̥̺̪̗̭̞͇͉͊̋̿̃̊͌̓̈̌͒͂̚͝ō̵̪̠͈̱͓̺̮̎̓̀̔͗ǔ̸̡̲̘̪͍̞̗̞̹͔̠̹̱̮͙͋͐̏̐͋͊͒̓̓͂̒͗̇͝ ̸̡̡̝̥̊͗̈́̏͗̅̋͂̿̇͛̌̅s̴͚̠̖̒̀̂u̶̡̩̤̱͉͎̒͛̉̋̈̏̋̔m̶̢̛̬̥̯̥̊̌̓̂̆̒͑̉̾͠m̸̫͍͙̮̯̩̹̣̄̎̓ͅͅo̵͉̦̹͕̱̭͑̎͊̽͒̌̔͊͒͗̾͝n̴̨̳̙̹͛́̓̃̒̾̓͒̑́̀̌̚e̵̟̾͌̀͌̾͑͛̂́̄d̴̢͓͇̞͇̼̰͉̻̽̔̊̓́ ̵͉͙̤̲͍̫̖͍̮̦̜͋̅͌́̎͠͠ṃ̷̿́̓̾ę̸͇̩̬̗̫͓̼̮̤͚̏͋͂̏̆̀́͛͜,̵̛͚̘͋̌̈͋̏͗̅́̕͝͝͝͠͝ͅ ̴̞͖͎̯̻̺͚͓̰͌̉͒̂̏̋͗̀ͅG̶̢̟͇̞͙̺͓̺̠̝̗͗l̸̛͓͓̼̟̗͇̼̼̠͌͒͜ę̵͂̿̀̋̊̔̕͝n̶͇̝̹̭̗͉̪͇͇̾̒̉͘?̴͙̯̬͉̰̝̹̘̮̠̻̠̔́̑"̵̙̲́̈

[hyacinthsgirl]

@ilrellia

     HE IS weird, the rebel who had handed her the envelope had told her. He’s a prick, lemme tell you. Consider yourself lucky you won’t have to deal with him for too long. Now, as she skated on the sandy ground under the burning sun, Hyacinth thought back of those words. Needless to say, they had only fueled her curiosity. She had always preferred judging people with her own eyes, even when others told her she better stay away from them. Ever so stubborn. It was frustrating to say the least, but no one could make her change her mind. 

     She stopped a few meters away from his house, mouth half-open in surprise. She pulled her aviator goggles down, letting them hang from her neck, and stared at the building in awe for long seconds. “What the...?” she muttered under her breath. It was unlike any other shelter she had seen before. She had seen a picture of a Japanese traditional house once, and to her it seemed like it had just popped out of that book. There was even a cherry tree next to it, although barely alive. It was so unusual that she wasted a good minute circling the house, looking at it from every angle, almost as if to make sure it was not a hallucination. “Wow,” she whispered. She would have something interesting to tell the guys when she came back to their shelter.

     The door was opened, thus she knocked on the wall. At first, only silence answered. “Hello?” she called out, stretching her neck to better look inside. “Is anyone home? I have a message for Sunshine.” A peculiar name for a man like him, she mused.

[hyacinthsgirl]

@ilrellia asked for a tarot starter || 18. STAR (Hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity)

     she loved walking down the city streets during the day, but it was at night that she preferred taking long walks. Sometimes she stopped in one spot near the river and remained there for hours, waiting for dawn to come. She waited and waited, too excited to fall asleep. Then, there it came! The sky turned from dark blue to a lighter blue, passing to purple, orange, yellow – till the sun rose from the horizon, chasing darkness and shadows away. Her heart never failed to grow wider every time she saw that. There was such a beauty in nature that Chris wondered how many people could not notice it – and how she, of all people, enjoyed it so much. She, born in ways which could not be called natural.

     She did not talk to her companion as the clouds above the horizon were painted with a (brush) of violet. She only smiled, lost in thoughts of hope and happiness.

[hyacinthsgirl]

[ *writes my url on a brick and throws it in your window* ]

Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

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