#peridotswallow

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

"Gods have terrible fashion sense." It's for a muse of mine

often tru

the ask box isn’t open yet, im trying to get through a shitload of old requests

[amiableplants]

@peridotswallow At the sound of a voice, Wormwood straightened up to peek curiously over the wall, standing on tiptoes to try and see where it came from. There weren’t often voices in the rainforest, and it would be nice to make a friend with a voice. Especially one that didn’t laugh at him, like the rainbow tweeters.  The sight of another person who wasn’t a twirly tail was an exciting one and Wormwood popped up further, trying to climb over the wall in its excitement. 

“Hello? Hello! There’s woofers?” it asked, looking around for them with a small frown, “Not bring good belly stuff for woofers.. Will eat me?” 

[maxwellsdoor]

Look after yourself, bud. Get that help. Take all the time you need. Hope you feel at least a little better soon.

[aww thank you peri! ;; I hope so too, I’d love to get my energy back]

[theblueskyphoenix]

Behold, White Mage Wilson! 

(And a reference to one of my all time favorite games growing up.)

[woodlandsandwanderers]

You Need Answers (Starter with @peridotswallow)

    “Important question,” Lucy gasps, “Can we die?”   “Don’t know, don’t- AH! Don’t want to find out.” Woodie responds, moving to tear away a strip of cloth from their ruined clothes. It had turned out, like this, they were extremely bad at fighting, with two minds, meaning the ability to focus on two targets at once, but only one body to manipulate, as well as separate fighting styles, this last encounter with the constant’s creatures had, well, not ended well. Woodie had been put in charge of tending to their physical injuries, which, he was no doctor, but in truth, neither of them were quite sure what in all heavens they were doing right now. The way they worked was so off. For starters, neither Woodie nor Lucy knew what was leaking from their wounds at this present moment. The red-black substance was thicker than blood, off colored, and, to make it worse, from Woodie’s perspective, it moved. Not in the way liquid does, no, it pulsated and writhed as if it were alive. Occasionally, a few tendrils of black, the same kind currently rising from the edges of a gash on their arm, the same kind that appeared when Lucy came undone while hurt, would rise from the sickening sludge.  “Try not to think about it.” Lucy advises. “It freaks me out as much as it freaks you out.” Woodie nods their head in response, “Ready?” “As we’ll ever be.”  Woodie picks up a chunk of wood, positioning it between their teeth as well as he can, then begins wrapping the strip of cloth around the gash on their arm. Lucy in her part of their shared headspace, cries out. Pain was different like this, so, so, much sharper, clearer. How did mortals live like this? Once they’ve managed to get themselves in some semblance of order, they force themselves to stand up. Limping towards the direction of home. Hopefully, they’d made it there. @peridotswallow

[itstheblob]

these two poses look like they make a very short story

@peridotswallow @tex-studmister

the meme: http://itstheblob.tumblr.com/post/170514547691/itstheblob-agi92-i-love-these-expression pls dont sent in new prompts rn, thanks!

[undead-bobcat]

Continued from HERE with @peridotswallow

Lucy nodded as she listened, and once he was done, she stood up, turned to the cellar hatch, opened it and went down the ladder into the basement. As soon as the wooden hatch was opened, the smell of death reeked up out of the dark frame.

“Come on down.” she called up, still holding her lute and idly strumming it as she walked down the hall of bones, rotting flesh, and other horrible things. Going into one room, which was freezing cold and full of ice crystals, she use a telekinetic spell to lift a carcass of some poor animal up off of a meat hook.

“This is my freezing room, keeps things fresh.” she says casually as she turns the corpse midair, examining it before grabbing the tail of the unidentifiable skinned animal and leaving the room, “Shut the door behind you.” She says.

[twigsandembers]

  (Continued from here: https://peridotswallow.tumblr.com/post/165764404191/suddenly-winged )

   The amulet begins to glow, then rises off the ground, lifting Willow's body with it, and shatters in the air. Some of the larger wounds become smaller, the smaller wounds disappearing entirely. Willow gasps, opening her eyes, and she is dropped down again to the earth. She falls, failing to catch herself, unused to the weight of the wings, again facedown into the snow.

  Soon enough she manages to get her bearings, and opens her mouth to speak. Her voice has healed somewhat, thanks to the amulet, but not fully.

"Guh. What- what- where?"

 @peridotswallow