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salt and pepper squid 

they are in love

Estuary

Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth

Magic breathes against her, Arcana soothing her overwrought skin. The night is alive with Kaos’ winds howling like possessed things- like it’s time for the Oskoreia. The House trembles under her fingertips, walls bracing against a growing pressure, humming with power. Her nerves are raw, her ears too conscious of every loud rush of wind.

She moves on bare feet, silent as a shadow even in the confines of her own home. Guttering candlelight meets the shifting shadows of outside branches against the old tapestry on their walls, warping the home she’s known for so long eerily unfamiliar. Her heartbeat jumps with the first roll of thunder overhead, her hands tremble against the wall as she splays her fingers over the moving facsimiles of trees on the cold tapestry.

The House hums under her skin. Agitated. Like a current waiting to find expression. The hum of galvanization before something pops- sparks- releases.

Hitoka tastes metal.

Because I need the writing-juice in my rl rather than for fanfic rn but still want to stick with the story I'm working on I thought: let's make a moodboard (or sixty)

but then i tried to look up city rivers and just

...what is it with all your aesthetic pretty blue rivers making happy little bends around the city?!

Where is my murky, wouldn't jump into it, green, icky city river?!

His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.

Fucker.

Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.

by Kaz Watanabe

no time spent writing fanfic is ever wasted

'tis true though

Just checking!

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.