Hey I Don't Know What Writer Needs To Hear This Today But You Can Have Characters In Your Work Who Exist

Krs!cale came from a world where food was scarce and you'd probably die if you're picky...

Imagine everyone just shouting in shock when he drops a cookie and immediately squats down, looks at it for 2 seconds, and then pops it into his mouth.

After that??? They watch him like hawks because he's basically a toddler putting random things into his mouth... Like you can't tell me his old habits wouldn't kick in sometimes and he wouldn't dig up some random wild carrot or smth and just smack some dirt off before taking a bite. Ron would literally have to take it away.. and you know the little kid thing where the parents dust the dirt off the kids hands and stuff?? That.

Cale: I don't get why you guys are so against leaving me alone??? I'm grown .

Also Cale: (eating random bread off the ground)

Beacrox just , having a mental break down over how dirty it is and how many germs Cale must've ingested ...

I wanna write this fkdkfkdlg

I despise Venion so much omg

Oh no! They're gonna die if they keep this up, please stop removing us, Kris! This is for your own good!

Funky whatevee

CANON 2x!!

Alberu: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Cale: I'm sorry is this 'OUR' stab wound? Stay out of it.

I'm late, but Happy 4 years of LCF!! 🥳

To celebrate, I redrew one of the first pieces I've ever made for this fandom! Both the novel and I have come a long way TvTb

prompt 2591

Why didn't you just tell me that in the beginning?

I was afraid it would scare you off.

A concept in my head that been rolling around a lot:

Hanahaki, but instead of it being triggered by unrequited love, it's triggered because all the love you have for a person turns inwards because you're too afraid to show it.

So it kills you, not because someone doesn't love you back, but because you don't let it out and all that love you have stored, that could grow into something beautiful, turns on you and turns your insides beautiful.

Love is growth, and without any place for it to grow outside, it grows in. If you confess, reciprocated or not, the disease goes away because it's no longer trapped. It gives self-destruction a new meaning.

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

HEELLPPPP LMAAOOO WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOMINATION

Show him the fruits

You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.