28-29. Линии || Along The Line

Пока ты меня держишь за руки, у меня ничего не болит.

"As long as you hold my hands, nothing hurts"

элли на маковом поле — футболка

That's an old one, but I still love it so much

Oh lol. It was a really patho-esque experience when one night all of my skin suddenly broke out in suspicious red itchy patches for a mysterious reason. Doctors diagnosed me with chronic spontaneous urticaria, but I know for sure it is Sand Plague. The thing is still with me, so I guess Mother Earth just really hates me.

Anyway, fuck that healer. If they bring you a shmowder, share with me. If they don't, I am becoming the Plague's loyal ally.

I wonder if it’s a common thing for patho fandom to get at least one symptom of cold and diagnose yourself with Sand Plague. Like, it could be anything, but my Lines scream it is what it is. We know the truth, guys.

P.S. I would be indescribably grateful if you brought me a shmowder. Idk what healer didn’t manage to finish the daily task, but I already hear the Executor standing in front of my door.

Revised and edited version of an older work of mine. The best thing about it is that it was originally drawn for a quest where a writer is supposed to create a piece of fanfiction based on an artwork. So together with @slice-of-julysky we've created something I think is truly beautiful. Please read her piece I love it so much jvj

Found this collage(or whatever it is), I kinda like it, especially how the black strings connect both characters

hear me out i want to see Murky and Grace becoming friends

What if one day Murky asks Burakh to cure her doll? The Plague is unpredictable and extremely deadly, no wonder the kid is scared to death. But there is no panacea yet, Artemy is extremely busy running around the town, walking through the Steppe, only coming home late at night to brew tinctures and leave again. One day Murky goes wandering through the Steppe - she doesn't know much about the herbs, but she surely understands how magical twyre can be - and finds herself somewhere near the cemetery, where she meets Grace. Murky approaches her silently. She says nothing, only pokes Grace a little with a doll's rag hand to get her attention. Grace takes the doll in her hands, gently strokes her head, and starts singing quietly. Murky won't let one hold her doll for long, she'd wait a little and suddenly pull it back, as if she's been struck by electricity. She, then, turns away avoiding eye contact and asks whether the doll answered. The doll looks over Murky's shoulder with her button eyes, hanging her head to the side. Grace wipes a tear from her cheek and doesn't even know what to say. A toy is just a toy, but this is not a simple one, like Murky herself. No one has ever approached her with anything like this before... She stays silent… she lives, then, - Grace guesses the reason for Murky's visit, - is she was dead, she would tell me... I promise that if this happened i would care for her, i would give her milk and sing her every night Murky didn't listen. Relieved, she ran away back in the Steppe. She will come to Grace tomorrow again. Just to check everything ia all right with the doll.