“What If Cordelia Has Changed Her Mind, And Says She Will Not Have A Minx Like You?”

Im literally crying

Asterin didn’t know a thing or two about death.

She heard murmurs about meeting the gods - she don’t believe in them, however, so she’s crossing that one off. In a few reverent whispers, she heard darkness and nothingness; death is an ocean of oblivion and it swallows you whole and deep. She thinks that one was more plausible so as light bursted through her veins, Asterin smiled one last time at Manon before succumbing to the beckoning arms of death.

All at once, she became everything and nothing.

The darkness, however, did not come.

She was plunging, instead; like a displaced entity in the vast universe, ripping through fabrics of whatever it is that makes up this damned world.

She was falling, falling, falling - through time, worlds, dimensions, everything. It made her feel cosmic, celestial but baffled.

Was this supposed to be death? She didn’t know. Does death means falling eternally?

That question was answered a few moments later when she was sprawled awkwardly in a grassy clearing.

It didn’t hurt - the landing. One blink and she was there, laid face-first and awkward but unharmed nonetheless.

“You’re back?”

Someone whispered reverently. It was a familiar voice that reverbrated through her; a deep, baritone that reminded her calm thunderstorms.

Looking up, Asterin believed for sure that she was dead. The hunter - her hunter, with his wild hair and bright eyes were staring at her with that same reverence that was solely for her.

There was a sob that clawed out of Asterin’s throat and for once, there was those warm arms holding her again through the tears.

“I do not love you as I love Cristina. I love you as I love you,” said Mark. He bent his head. “I wish that you could see my heart. Then you would understand.”

It seemed she could not think of Mark without thinking of Kieran, too. Could not see blue and gold eyes without seeing black and silver. 

 "Mark needs kindness,” Kieran said, after a long pause. “And so do I.”

“Hot faerie threesome,” said Emma cheerfully. “I can say I knew you when.”

It's kind of fucked up how religious men view women as temptation. As something to be avoided in the same way that partaking too much in alcohol is to be avoided. Women aren't people, they're something put here to test the morality of men and bait them into evil. Men fully believe that the apple Eve ate was passed down in each woman's stomach, and their job, as men, is to correct Adam's mistake by not taking a bite of the apple that's being "offered" to them.

WE WERE ON THE NEWS FOR THE POP UP I CANT “SWIFTIES GRAB BACK” THE IDSB CHOREOGRAPHY

one of my biggest worries about acowar is that, yeah, Sarah said that feysand is 1000% endgame, but there is notHING THAT SAYS ENDGAME MEANS ALIVE

aRz u HaVe a tUmBlr, g0 pOsT ur Sam Cortland sHiT 😂✨

and oh THIS IS NOT A SPOILER.

me, watching a battle scene: please not the horses. leave them alone. they did nothing wrong. they are the only innocent ones. they don’t deserve this.

reading ur old writing

Amazing 😍

Dorian and Chaol 👑

All this resentment was once love