#will this do?

[evermorethecrow]

darkness warning >_< @catboychuuuya

[sierralavandulaart]

Another RWBY fanart inspired by @shadowdarkleonidascrusade​‘s Not So Hot With Numbers fanfic~! If you somehow have yet to read it...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22676893/chapters/54200731

Long story short, Summer took the pic and put it up on Instagram! 📸

Also thank you to @shadowdarkleonidascrusade​ for making this into an Instagram post! 

Here’s the full image...

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Can we have a teeny tiny snippet? Please?

Alas, despite her very best efforts, Lily continued to fall in love with James Potter at regular intervals.

She fell in love whenever she passed him in the corridor and he smiled and said, “Alright, Evans?” She fell in love with every terrible, unprompted joke (what do you call a deer with no eyes because i have no eyed deer) that he saw fit, inexplicably, to send her in a text. She fell in love with him whenever he stepped across her threshold, and every time he opened the door to his own. She fell in love with tremendous alacrity, and completely against her will.

[kurisu-uzune]

@ask-nik-nok-lee did the thing

Kurisu would be out and about, exploring some random new world in his human form. He had wandered into a town, looking for something interesting, but forgot that not everyone was accustomed to someone with white hair and clothes just strolling into town.

[nightflight-and-cloudraker]

Cloudraker sighs as he puts away the last glass and turns to look around at the empty apartment he calls home. He misses Night Flight already and she only left a few hours ago. Thankfully, not under the influence of anything and back to her own universe. She promised to be back in time for recharge though. She decided his place would be a better place for a vacation away from work. Cloudraker was lonely and hoping for someone to talk to. He walks back towards his berthroom and flops onto his berth staring glumly at the ceiling. 'Heh, maybe that mech was right about colors affecting moods.' He thinks as he considers the dark grey of his walls and floor and the solitary window in the main room. Then it occurs to him he does, in fact, have someone he can contact for for company. The small orange mech! At the bar! Whose name is.... ?? He could have sworn it started with an R? Oh well it shouldn't come up. He digs into his subspace and pulls out the napkin from last night and calls the number on it. @willnotgogently "Hello?" He asks tentatively. He hopes he's not disturbing the poor mech.

[boundedgold-blog]

@occult-district

Scylia sat at the large circular desk that acted as the entrance room to her hoard. There was no one else present at that time, no others sitting at the tables nearby. If it weren’t for the gentle music present, perhaps this scene would be rather eerie. “Good evening, Miss. Welcome to the Golden Scale Library. I rarely get an opportunity to welcome guests as soon as they enter, so do forgive my enthusiasm. If you have a specific book you would like, simply name it and I shall fetch it. Otherwise, I will lead you to where you would like to go, which sections you wish to search.”

The dragon smiled warmly, wearing the form of a human this time around. She enjoyed leading people through the library simply because the faces they made as they saw the vastness of her hoard filled her with a kind of selfish glee that only dragons could understand. That and helping people was the righteous thing to do. 

[drumlincountry]