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— — — witherwinter (✷)
“c’mon, hic! you said. we’ll just stop in for a few minutes, you said. we’ll be FINE for the final tomorrow, you said.
neither of us remember a THING from last night, we’re 20 minutes late for the exam, i woke up in the bathtub, and you’re — you’re still not wearing pants.”
(ง •̀_•́)ง
Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours
witherwinter
Pitch rubbed his now sore cheek, he at already lost a tooth after being punched by the Tooth Fairy and he hoped that he would not loose another. “How dare your strike me!” Pitch snarled.
Fey glared at Jack, as he hand went up to her now split lip. She glanced down at her finger tips. She was bleeding. “Ya better start running boy before I break yer legs” she hissed.
witherwinter
[ u will cry either way tho ]
((That is very true. Tbh The Imitation Game is within reaching distance so I’ll probably watch that first))
Snow Flower
The sun shone brightly down on a large field as a cool, gentle breeze made colorless flowers dance to its rhythm. A tall woman with long black hair walked towards the flowers, her green dress pushed by the breeze. She held a paintbrush in one hand and a child's hand in the other. The child that walked hand in hand with the woman was a small boy with tanned skin, brown dead leaves falling from a toga made from more vibrant, lively dark green leaves. His eyes were a bright pink, hiding slightly behind grass green hair that held tiny leaves. "Evan, Mama has to paint these flowers for springtime," the woman said with a smile. "You can go play in the field, but don't drift too far from me, okay?" Evan smiled and nodded his head before Mother Nature knelt down and began painting several flowers. The young nature spirit began moving through the field of flowers, looking to see if there were any he could color. Then, something caught his eyes. A golden butterfly landed on a gray flower, flapping its wings slightly. Evan smiled and began moving closer, but the butterfly began flying off. Giggling happily, the young boy began chasing the beautifully colored butterfly. It always amazed him how Mama could make such beautiful creatures! The butterfly would flap just out of his reach, as though trying to get the boy to follow it instead of flying to escape. Soon, the golden bug flapped into a forest, lighting its way for Evan to follow. Without hesitating, Evan followed after it happily. "Wait, Mr. Butterfly!" he giggled as he followed the butterfly's glowing light. The butterfly began bringing him deeper and deeper into the forest, growing darker and darker. Evan soon reached a clearing and looked around for his butterfly friend, but could not find it. It was only then that the boy realized how dark the forest actually was. He whimpered and began looking around. "M-Mama?" he called out, to where there was no answer. "Mama??" When there was only silence, fear overtook the boy as he began crying.
[ ♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚ i meant to send this earlier but ///bruh///. you have this graceful way with words i can only aspire to have one day. i very much adore your writing, i always have <3 ]
Send a ♚ if you like my writing. Bonus points for why!
shadowspeak. aww, thank you so much!! it means alot to me, how my writing becomesan inspiration to someone. we’ve come a long way, youknow. we’re different from the roleplayers back then, when we weretrying to get a hold of the ropes, and, gosh, thank you forbeing a part of my journey, and thank you, for letting me be a part ofyours.
witherwinter:
“FEAR? pitch isn’t coming back, you know.”
❝ Pitch isn’t the only miscreant to keep an eye out for. Believe me, I should know. ❞
witherwinter.
and there. the elevator dings to a stop at the third floor. astrid hauls her two strollers through the doors and out of the tiny space that smells faintly of cigarettes. does her roommate smoke? maybe. aside from knowing that he’s a guy who has an extra room ( or bedspace —— very little facts were disclosed to her, okay ), she doesn’t really know anything about him. she looks down at her cellphone, at the three digits blaring at her from a white background: 319. the number is murmured under her breath as her eyes scoured the faces of doors. ah, odd on one side, even on the other. 313, 315, 317 ( loud cat noises from this one ), and there it is. a room in a corner. astrid wonders for a moment if the noises next door would disturb her from her sleep. no, not sleep —— studies. sleeping is a foreign concept to college students ( and, increasingly, to students who aren’t even in college ).
astrid stops in front of the door and knocks. in her head, doors open to thousands of possibilities; some are ridiculous, others are worrying. and she has nothing to do but stand there in the corridor —— what if he’s secretly a serial killer, oh my god —— and wait for the door to be opened to her.
witherwinter replied to your post:i am slowly roasting to death and it’s only 5am.
[ s aaaam e ;u; i’ve had to take two showers today smh. /fans at u though. ]
it’s only april. i don’t even want to imagine july and august. im gonna die this summer.
