Went exploring
I feel kind of called out by the quote, but overall I think it kind of fits.
LETS GET READYYY TOOOO RRRRRRUMMMMMMBLE
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No one talk to me my current fic obsession just dropped another chapter
His stomach lurched. His head swam. Am I dead? Shit. I must be dead. That had to be it. Because the Valkyries were gone. Legends. Long dead. They were stories.
The copper-haired one moved fast, so fast his sluggish mind barely tracked it, twin swords flashing as she blocked Solon’s next strike with terrifying precision. The winged one had her blade raised, defensive, to cover him.
Valkyries were lethal. They are going to kill Solon. Through the haze of blood loss and exhaustion, the words tore from his throat, desperate, frantic— “Do not kill him! They are under the Queen’s control!”
He was hallucinating. He had to be hallucinating. Because instead of ignoring him, instead of cutting Solon down, the copper-haired one nodded. They fought in a seamless tandem, matched each other's rhythm, Blades flashed, swift and brutal, locking Solon’s movements. Smoke curled around their ankles, but they stepped through it with ease, dodging and parrying until—
Solon went down. They had him pinned. He was alive.
Dorian slumped against the nearest thing that could hold him upright, panting, still trying to process what the hells just happened. Then, because he was either concussed, dying, or absolutely losing his mind, he managed, hoarse and utterly delirious—
"I’m either dead or hallucinating… either way, you two are terrifyingly beautiful."
Both warriors turned to stare at him. Twin glares, sharp as their blades, promising a swift end if he wasted another breath on nonsense.
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Please money cat, have mercy on my poor pitiable soul
Me too, but I'll take one for the team and take the federal nursing home with me.
killing myself if they’re banning AO3 next I’m being so serious
Remember if you live in state that are banning abortions, delete your period tracking app, delete your health tracking apps on your phone, and don't reveal your identity at any protest to anyone except those you came with. Stay safe and stay alert
This post aged finer than the Chianti I would pair with your liver
“If I had time travel I’d kill Hitler” “If I had time travel I’d stop my favourite politician getting assassinated” you’re all thinking way too small. If I had time travel I’d stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.
SAME GOES TO THE PEOPLE WHO PLAY THINGS OUT OF A BLUETOOTH SPEAKER ON CAMPUS. Fuck You guys, not everyone wants to hear your shitty music or podcast, especially not in the hallways and library.
i'm literally begging people to relearn how to use earbuds and headphones. i don't wanna hear your fucking tiktok while im waiting for my flight.
It's late, I've woken up twice, taken a melatonin but still can't sleep and the only ridge on my smooth brain of exhaustion right now is contemplating whether Hua Cheng would be jealous or proud of Yuuri Katsuki. I think if he was watching Yuuri on Ice as a show he'd be proud, but if he was meeting Yuuri he'd be jealous. Either way he'd relate to having a shrine of your idol.
Made a Hannigram Playlist to avoid Finals, send luck and caffeine.
Might fuck around and make a couple of playlist. Got to find the aesthetic for each of them first though.