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[it-becomes-us]

Got a bunch of new bracelets courtesy of toby :)

[seraphimankh]

What do Fiyero's tattoos look like?

You’re in luck cuz I recently did a pic to map out his tats heeh

[seizethedeansofproduction]

Yeah community is good but Pierce was not put in nearly enough Saw traps

[sylvleon]

last mo post till i sort out some stuff for her

[proteuus]

I got this journal to be next semester's bujo and I got it in this weird shape just to be funky

I got it w watercolor paper so that I could you know. use water color in it. and wow this paper is So nice it doesn't feel like it should be a bujo. It's so thick and it has that classic cold press water color feeling it feels so high quality

[iironwreath]

Candlelight [Surina]

"Thava?"

Surina's call was met with silence. The hallway was dark with no signs of life, the only light the candlestick in her hand. She swung it left to right, illuminating the shadowed corners, paintings, mounted swords, and taxidermy of her home.

"Thava," she called again, sterner, adopting the tone her father used. "It is time for bed, do not hide."

This wasn't the first time Thava had stayed up late, and it probably wouldn't be the last. It reminded Surina of when it was only her and Kaladan breaking curfew, but she needed to set an example for Thava, a model daughter and older sister. 

She crept down the hall, pushing doors inwards as she passed them and holding her candle aloft to sweep the room in its glow. She huffed an impatient sigh, wisps of frost escaping her nose. Their father sent her and the sooner she found Thava the sooner she could sleep, too. Thava wasn’t old enough for the drills Surina and Kaladan were subject to and thus exempt from the same exhaustion that came from strict physical training. 

Surina cracked open the door to one of the studies. Her light shimmered off silver scales and curved horns. Thava was curled up in an armchair in the corner with a book open, its covers resting on her knees and the pages inches from her nose. Her hand hovered by her mouth in concentration, eyes fixated on the words. 

Thava was reading. In pitch darkness.

“Thava,” Surina scolded, and her sister started, glancing up from the book.

“Suri,” she said. “Were you calling me?”

“Yes,” Surina said, stepping into the room proper. “What are you doing?”

“Reading,” her sister said, but almost phrased it like a question, as if it was obvious. “I did not hear you, I was - it is really interesting.” She held up her book. 

“It is pitch black,” Surina observed, gesturing to the room and its candles that had long since burnt out. “How can you read?”

“You can’t see?” Thava asked, quirking her head. 

“No,” Surina bit out, also as if it was obvious. She squinted. “Can you?”

“Yes?” Thava asked, and her expression flitted into one of worry and fear. “I thought everyone could see in the dark.”

Surina lowered the candlestick to the nearby desk and strode around it. She plucked the book from Thava’s hands. It was an adventure novella, fictional but taking place within the Imperium. She marked the page to Thava’s quiet protests and set it beside her candle.

“It is time for bed,” she repeated, weariness removing the edge from her voice. She extended her arms. “Come.”

Thava crawled towards her, still forlorn, and Surina hefted her into one arm. She retrieved her candlestick from the desk and butted into the hallway with her shoulder. Thava’s hands tightened around her neck and she shrunk into her side.

“Am I in trouble?” she whispered.

“For staying up past your bedtime, yes.”

“For reading in the dark,” Thava clarified.

“Oh.” Surina didn’t know what it meant. Her sister was always a little odd, but that oddness never manifested in anything physical before. “I do not think so,” she said, but wasn’t certain. “It does not sound like you can stop it. It is not a curse, I think, but a gift, so long as it does not come with a price. Many of us would like to see in the dark.”

Thava nodded, her face pressed against her shoulder.

“We will tell mother and father in the morning,” she said. She hesitated, then planted a quick kiss to the side of Thava’s head. “Perhaps you breaking rules will be overlooked for your..eyesight.” 

Thava giggled. “Does this make me a superhero?”

“Do not push your luck.”

“Sorry.”

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Tree of Life has 2,859 words of actual, proper story that I just binge wrote in like two hours o.O idk what it is but something about this story has really got me going, man. I’m really going to shoot for 100k for this fic. And if i make it, it will be my first book length story. The longest thing I currently have is about 35k I think.