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[nosignofwings]

To the prince we offered twelve thousand flowers, ⸢Blooming⸣ in an untouched field.

15 days of FatT | twitter ↳ day 12: blooming

[driftlight]

Hands fixed into my pockets, I stand and watch as a Kingfisher dips into a pool, rising to remove something scaled and gleaming in the jaws of their beak. I catch the silver of the fish's eyes, as The Kingfisher swallows it whole; his plump breast a beautiful orange gold, not a drop of red cast across his throat. Its death was quite unlike, the deer I found smeared across the road; Gurgling for air After it had stumbled Blindly into the headlights of a car. I watch hands pressed helplessly Against my sides, As it labours for breath. I can't look at its glassy eyes, when the rising of its chest Eventually stops. The driver is tired, shaken, And angry about damages. He rubs his face in remorse. I'm shaken for different reasons. I think about the bird and the fish, Aware of how I've romanticised struggle; When life and death aren't so kind and  Delicate.

[morganapendragon]

Make Me Choose: moodysapphictm said: charlie or jo

[hinatashoyyo]

“What’s wrong little red?”/ You breathe deep. Think hard about  not dying in the woods somewhere./You talk fast, sweat beading at your back, tongue and teeth pressed to throat. /“I don’t know.” You swallow. “Everything.”    “Head or heart: which is prone to collapse?”/ You piece together a smile. Think about writing an essay on how you are head and he is heart and you have both been breaking./ He is brother, blood to your body./ You fidget as the question sits: you want to ask her about saving.  She asks you what is feral?/ "Wildness that you could have been killed by.“/ You say, deciding to hesitate. You would have liked to be ghost so as to have been less of body/ but not as much than you would have liked her to have been/ you wanted a more tangible haunting/ something more than your father breaking.  "What do you dream?”/  hospital visits/girls with no eyes / a bathtub of hair/ eating well beyond full/your body breaking/ a wolf howling as you run/ you trust him and he kills you/ old memories;;/ you reach out too late and he burns/ before finally, you wake in arms knotted for safe-keeping./Your tongue sticks. “I don’t.” Finally you answer, bleeding, soft.

For Molly @bitlinski  

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[holyhael]

spn ladies graphic challenge | @holyhael vs @nosignofwings | lilac

[nosignofwings]

What I once used to dream, I now dread If he finds me, it won't ever end And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head...

raoulstine week 2022 ↳ day 1: dreams/nightmares

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Christine Daaé and Raoul de Chagny, holding on to each other in front of a blue stage curtain background. Christine is wearing the navy blue Wishing dress with frilly white trim and Raoul is wearing a black suit. End description.]

[nosignofwings]

Masquerade! Paper faces on parade...

[Image Description: A paper cutout minimalist art piece of The Phantom, Christine, and Raoul, in profile, wearing the outfits from Masquerade in the Phantom of the Opera (2004) movie. End description.]

[nosignofwings]

Oh! Clues!

Detective Squad for game group's noir 'Resistance System' hack: Detective Dustin "Dusty" Dormer (he/him), Bruma Pall (she/they), and Catriona Phrike (she/her) ♡ ♡ ♡