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[mythoughtfulwindow]

I’m throwing him in garbs

[starfall-spirit]

@elucienweekofficial Day 7: AU & Tension/Healing

A commission and excerpt from chapter 7 of A Warrior of the Mind.

Thank you so much, Bruna. This piece is absolutely stunning!

🎨: brunagarretart

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Ancient Myths Retold Masterlist

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“Lucien?” Elain stood before him once again, those warm brown eyes filled with more questions than he could ever hope to answer. “Lucien!”

His name on her lips was all it took. Whatever that witch had done to cloak their bond and foster doubt had melted away as easily as the spring sun claims a frost. “Elain,” he breathed. Her next step did not falter and the moment she closed the space between them he took her in his arms, letting his sword clatter to the stone beneath them at last. Ten years. A decade behind them and the feel of her—that delicate, intoxicating scent too—hadn’t changed one bit. “My Elain.”

“Ten years,” she gasped. “Nearly eleven. Our son—”

“A wonder I never dreamed of. He is wonderful, Elain. And you…” Every inch of her trembled against him, one hand steady over his thundering heart as the other rose to cup his face. “On the nights I dared to dream, my love, all I could see was you.”

[oliycs-art]

Currently on page 153 of strength of the few and I really hope we get to see more or at least hear abt the relationship between Lanistia and Caeror.

[atomic-lullaby]

uh i somt know what to trigger tag this as. warning for skinless man wearing his own pelt as a coat under the cut (for OG timmyheads: its mr capgras)

i miss these guys bruh.

@blanketmoss I THOUGHT U MIGHT LIKE TO SEE HIM BUT IDK IF YOURE OK WITH BEING TAGGED OR NOT SO IF NOT. MY SORRY

[whydoiwrite]

Fucking finally

[jcolezlocs]

Did they just throw ertz in there because they needed more than 2? Cause-

[hedorahtheblogmonster]

I recently picked up a port of War of the Monsters on PS4 for $10, and immediately tapped into my childhood nostalgia for this game. Maybe in another universe War of the Monsters is the big E-sports title, so on that note here’s my tier list for the various playable monsters. No I will not accept critisism

[seafoamsong]

Draft: Untitled short story

Genre: horror

Summary: The world is dying but not all of it is dead yet. A young eight year old named Anna is the only child left in her town after a ravenous plague took the lives of the children in the past. In the woods that surround her town, she is lured deeper into the west side where she can hear the screams of someone from her dreams. (Might change the summary in the future as this is still very rough)

Status: 1st draft writing

POV: 3rd person omniscient

Themes/tropes: colonization, environmentalism, apocalyptic vibes, way too young protagonist, good parental figure, class differences, eldritch horrors, deaf character

Tags: if you're interested about this, you can ask me to tag you in the future!

The world stopped being beautiful a long time ago. Gone were the days of fragrant flowers, towering trees, lush grass, and blue skies. All that's left sickly greens and yellows, bare trees, and skies that were always grey.

Anna does not feel loss over this. She does not understand what the elders of her town moan about. What do they mean? The grass has always crumbled between her fingertips, the trees do not give anything but wood that cannot burn, and the skies were never an unnatural shade of blue. How silly of them to fall into fantasies and the shortcomings of old age.

Crossing the ditch, Anna balances on the rocks, careful not to fall. The words of her father rings in her head. Do not touch water that is born from the earth. It is cursed and will kill you if it has the chance. Never touch it, it will kill you.

Away from the source of curses, Anna runs out of the woods and back into the town where she is immediately greeted by smiles and warm welcomes. A woman give her a biscuit, a man gives her a jug of water, and that strange woman gives her a strained smile. She accepts them all and does her best to touch their hands as she was instructed to by her mother. As soon as she’s done, she waves goodbye and runs back to her house where her mother would be waiting for her.

The hill is no challenge for her small legs. She’s lived there her entire life and the steep incline no longer bothers her as it did when she was four. She’s eight now which means she’s a big girl! Everyone says so, so it must be true.

When she reaches her house, she leaves the slingshot outside the porch knowing her mother will scold her if she brings it in. She removes her shoes and makes sure it’s left all tidy along the boots of her mother. She steps inside and runs upstairs, eager to show her mom what she found in the forest.

As always, her mother is in her room, back against the doorframe, shaking and making herself look smaller. Anna stomps her foot and like clockwork, she watches her mother stiffen and moves her hands towards her face. When she turns around, her eyes are brimmed red like always and the locket father gave her before he left is gone from her neck.

“Anna, you’re back,” her mother signs. “Where did you go?”

“To the forest. Look!” Anna takes the gemstone she found from the forest out from her pocket and holds it out in the palm of her hand.

A frown twists in her mother’s face but she takes the gemstone with light fingers. “Which side of the forest did you go to?” She asks.

“The southside. But I went close to the west.” Anna replies. “Why?”

Her mother makes no reply, mouth unmoving as she stares at the bright blue gemstone. Then she looks at Anna and starts to sign again.

“The sky was blue like this gemstone before. That is what the elders taught us,” her mother makes her child sit down on the bed and continues to stand as she signs. “In my childhood, the sky was not as dark as it is now. Perhaps what they say is true. But blue is a beautiful color, is it not?”

Her mother hands her back the gemstone and tucks it tight. Anna nods slowly, still doubtful but curious now.

“The sky changed?” Anna asks.

“There were times when the clouds would not block the sun. It’s harder to see the sun now.” Her mother smiles. “Go to your room and change into better clothes. I’ll make dinner.”

Anna nods and runs out to her room, throwing off her dust-ridden clothes and changing into the white dress that the seamstress gave her a week ago. It’s strange how everyone treats her so well when everyone else lives so badly.

The rest of the day goes as usual. Her mother makes them beef stew, she helps her wash the dishes, they set the machine outside to draw more water from the sky, and then her mother tucks her in her bed, pressing a kiss on her forehead before leaving.

Then Anna sleeps and she can hear someone screaming.