#quick warmup

[loserrsquad]

[butterscotchx98]

Step back!!!!

[theladyofshalott1989]

[gribbo]

“Horn moon, half-moon, huntsmoon—up!” cries Emmeline, and throws her giggling bundle of linens in the air again. In midair the baby—over a year old, now, with almost enough of her father’s nightsilk hair to comb—laughs and paddles her chubby limbs. Arnell says that she can swim. If he holds her over the washpail, she kicks.

“I could fly you like a kite,” says Emmeline, catching her. Babies listen, rapt, to any nonsense; they’re like little lawmakers in council. Balder. “By the leading-strings. Would you like that?”

The baby has words for what she likes: Mama, Ada, puppy. She reaches for her mother’s face. “Up!”

“Oh?” Emmeline bounces her. The ache in her arms is the pleasant, workaday kind. “You’d like that, Jenny?”

“Up!”

Horn moon, half-moon, huntsmoon; up goes Jenevelle, treading air, her leading-strings loose on the wind.

[lithpin]

truckin in the barren sea b like

[chellustrates]

myself in the @/brujo_ari_ artstyle

[ko2vo]

planttntt

[rukimakino-heirofheart]

Sometimes not even asshole candy magic can lighten you up