#something easy

[elitecabela]

Griffon sona :)

[asirensrage]

If you ended up dropped in a fictional world, which one would you want it to be? And which one would it most likely be?

[1phoenixfeather]

Prompt #5

Hero guilt was unbareble, they couldn’t live like this. They had made a promise they couldn’t keep and even betray villain had been too much. Not only the people of this city. What right had hero to be called a hero? The cities hero...

The edge of the cliff was close, right at their feet. If they lost balance they would fall down to their death. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, for once maybe take the easy way out. 

One step out and it would be done. “Maybe it will be for the best...”

It was the easiest decision hero ever had made when they took the step, that was before they heard steps and someone grabbing their arm. “Hero don’t!”

[frawgs]

should i just give myself another tattoo rn i need to do something what should it be

[elefseija]

HPHM Fictober Day #6: “Friends”

Fandom: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery Prompt: “Friends” Characters: Rowan Khanna, Aisling Baskerville Genre: a little bit of angst, character study Rating/warnings: general audience Word Count: 912 A/N: Uh-oh, I thought it would be easier to stick to the schedule but seems like I’m busy again and I can’t focus properly on my writings ;; I’ll try to finish everything, November will see me still writing 8D 

@hphm-fictober

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The glass was cold against her fingertip. Aisling cleared away the frost, mindlessly drawing circles and lines that followed the path of her finger. She could still see snowflakes slowly drifting down - and then rest on the layer of snow that was covering the grounds. It was dark, but she could perfectly distinguish the white cloak that covered the landscape with its silent magic. It was peaceful. It was soundless. Aisling liked it. A reflection on the window caught her attention: a sharp contrast to the darkness of the night, at first she saw the light coming from the now open door of the dormitory, then a silhouette. Aisling lazily moved her gaze away from the falling snow – more details came to her eyes, as the dark skin and black long hair, glasses that reflected the dim light in the room. A figure taller than her, and slender – their movements were careful and measured. (Perhaps they were wondering whether Aisling would go away or no.) The Irish knew whose voice she was soon going to hear. «Aisling!» it almost screamed as Aisling’s eyes met the reflection now gazing at her. She tilted her head a tad – almost instantly a smile curved her lips: it was natural, despite being not so noticeable. But her first and best friend could recognize it. «Rowan. I thought you were going to spend the entire time studying in the Common Room.» A weak laugh, Aisling turned her head, her emerald eyes finally meeting Rowan’s. «I was. But after the second scroll of History of Magic I decided I could do something else.» Curiosity – Aisling’s finally decided to step back from the window. She sat on her bed, legs crossed. «Oh, like what?» (Her chirping voice sounded quite teasing – Aisling could not help it.) «Like staying with you.» Rowan did not come closer, at first. Aisling appreciated that – Rowan leaving her some space, although Aisling could guess her friend was willing to sit near her. Like old times, when they would spend hours talking and laughing. (And being their weird-selves.) It was a blessing they were alone in the dormitory – the other girls had gone back home for Christmas holidays. It gave Aisling the chance to slowly start opening up again with who had helped her first. Her smile was now wider, the shadow of that lovely mischievous side of her lingering on her lips. She lightly shook her head towards her bed, a mute request for Rowan to join her (a silent scream for help Aisling could not voice). A promise she would not snap at her – she had no more strength to do it. «I was worried for you.» A deep, deep sigh. Rowan smile did hide a painful shade of sadness – Aisling felt a sting in her chest at every single word. (It was her fault, wasn’t it?). «Were you?» And her gaze suddenly fell to the soft blankets. (Shame. All she could feel.) She felt the ever so light shifting of weight on the mattress – a gentle pat on her shoulder, a kind caress that did not leave her. It was warm. Aisling like it. «You barely talk to others. You spend a lot of time alone. You even avoid all of us whenever you can.» Aisling bit her lower lip, muffling a sigh. Her hands were clenched in fists, not because of anger: she was so used now to this weight pressing on her shoulder, to all those thoughts filling her mind and making her tense as if something horrible was going to happen soon. It was like a curse – the sense of doom that was now her constant companion. Not her friends. «Your mind is always somewhere else. All this is consuming you.» Rowan got closer – Aisling could tell so by the sudden shift on the bed, again. (Her eyes were still focused on the tartan pattern that decorated the blanket.) «You don’t sing anymore.» She did not answer, but her eyes widened in surprise – her voice could not tell how right Rowan was. How she had almost forgot her friends’ voices. How she would eagerly hold onto her memories with them whenever she was alone, but could not bear the thought of making new ones because it was dangerous. Following her was dangerous. «… I… have things to do, Rowan. You know it.» (Yet she still wanted to stay with her friends. To hear them laugh and joke. To get angry at them and then make peace. And start all over again.) And her voice sounded defeated. Tired. The smile on her lips was almost vanishing – as tired as her voice. «We miss you. I miss you. When was the last time I could talk to you like this?» Oh, it seemed like ages. Moments that were blurry in her memories now – hidden by all her worries and thoughts. But she could still feel the fuzzy yet warm feeling in her heart – it was there, screaming at her to listen to it, for once. «Aisling... don’t push me away.» A snort, she shook her head. – Aisling’s first reaction. And she chuckled, as she looked back at Rowan again. As her smile warmed up. As she rested her hand on Rowan’s hand. Yes. It felt so warm and pleasant. «Only when you are going to tickle me.» It was natural. It was easy. «Is that so?» (That night, Rowan definitely tickled Aisling. And she felt a little lighter. A little better.)

[sparrowposting]

if yall could spare a prayer for me (or some good vibes/thoughts if that’s more your jam!) it would be very appreciated

today has been....difficult...

it’s end of term burnout, i know im just beyond exhausted and havent slept well in weeks (idk why), but it’s affecting my already shitty concentrating abilities, i didn’t go into campus today, i sat in bed and did sporcle quizzes for 3 hours instead of working on my paper, studying for next week’s latin translation exam, prepping for tomorrow’s presentation....or yknow anything useful...

and im just like??? ready 2 drop out bc im exhausted always, but i know it’s probably The Depresh and i’d be exhausted either way

my mother also left a message on my cell and i called back and spoke to my youngest brother (which was nice!!) but i almost started bawling and i couldn’t explain to him, he’s only 10, how guilty i feel for /abandoning/ him and that i stay in collegetown not to be away from him, but from our parents, and for my own health and sanity

he always asks ‘when are you coming home?’ not understanding that that place is no longer my home, never was really

im going back for 9 days around easter, but that’s it, the dread in my chest wont seem to leave

i’ll be okay, i just feel guilty, exhausted, tired of the prof i work for asking if im okay/sick bc no amount of concealer and bright lipstick can fix this

[b0is]

followers pick my lunch because i’m an indecisive piece of shit

[taakitz]

feelin depressed, lads. what’s an activity i could do rn????? :v