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[notesfromnayeshi]

“He stared down the row of brick buildings. A hazy gold glow radiated from above as a gas streetlamp ignited. Another lit up, and then another, all the way down the long, winding street. Jarring noises from carriages, and street hawkers ringing bells and shouting, came at him. He smelled roasting nuts for a moment. Then the strong scent of blood that clung to his body engulfed it....this had to be Basawar. Probably the city of Nurjima. A repulsed, nauseated feeling welled up in him. 

He had come home.

[jasonvtodd]

you’re the villain of this story

they tamed you and hung you on the cross matches pulled out, ready to light three punches to the gut four loaded guns to your head a sip of blood in your mouth your heart rotting inside your ribcage

you were a god, once in another life

they light the cross flakes of ash rains on my face

I think I fell in love with you along the way | r.m

[the miracle] here is you / a rifter playlist (listen)

[bcydbeaulieu]

The palace of the day in the kingdom of the night --------- The Haunted Ruins                                                                                       

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100+ RIFTER INSPIRED ICONS FOR THE RIFTER SERIES

18 icons inspired by john/jath’ibaye

24 icons inspired by kahlil/ravishan

18 icons inspired by laurie/loshai

33 icons inspired by ji and her witches

12 inspired by fai’daum (women)

3 general rifter inspired icons

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[jasonvtodd]

I loved you like an exit wound stabbed a hundred times bleeding on the floor collapsing from simply feeling too much

I loved you like a prayer falling to my knees at your shine whispered words in the hollow of the night holy, holy, holy -

I loved you until it hurt. | r.m

heaven’s touch / a rifter playlist (listen)

[bcydbeaulieu]

He had fought for what he believed in and awoken the Rifter’s divine justice. All the pain that he had endured in this life as Kahlil—all of the loneliness and suffering—had been necessary so that he could be here, now, at this moment. Both his lives seemed to converge to a central purpose. [The Rifter]

[bcydbeaulieu]

“As the woman got up, Kahlil stared in awe at her shoes. Like golden altars supporting her tiny feet, they were absurd and exquisite at once, exactly the kind of thing that no woman would wear in Basawar. He felt an inexplicable warmth towards the woman for owning such shoes.”

[bcydbeaulieu]

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #65