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All the things I did Just drown it out Just drown it out

“You are empty,” I said, my throat working, “and cruel.” “Ah. Yes, now that is true. Would you like to know the greatest secret of fairykind?” When I didn’t answer he continued, “We prefer to pretend otherwise, but truly, we have never been the immortal ones. We may live long enough to see the world change, but we’re never the ones who changed it. When we finally reach the end, we are unloved and alone, and leave nothing behind, not even our name chiseled on a stone slab. And yet—mortals, through their works, their Craft, are remembered forever.” He turned us gracefully through the crowd without missing a step. “Oh, you cannot imagine the power your kind holds over us. How very much we envy you. There is more life in your littlest fingernail than in everyone in my court combined.”

In this moment he was just a boy - brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.

@sixofcrowsnet heist: backstory - kuwei yul-bo “Kuwei’s father, Bo Yul-Bayur, tried to make a drug that would mask Kuwei’s inferni powers. Instead he created the dangerous drug jurda parem and, fearing it would be used as a weapon by his government, sent samples to Kerch, asking for asylum for him and Kuwei. Before they could be relocated to safety, Kuwei’s father died and Kuwei was attacked by the Drüskelle. Kuwei was kept prisoner in the Ice Court, and was forced to try and recreate the drug until he was broken out by Kaz Brekker’s gang.”

“Nina Zenik.” Hanne’s copper eyes were hard. “The girl who mained my father. The Corpsewitch.”  “Is that what the Fjerdans are calling me now?”  “Among other things.”

And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer.

sometimes the veil between the living and the dead grows thin. sometimes the dead speak to the living and lure them through.

People were messy. They were defined not only by what they’d done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse. And for better. It wasn’t easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.

Some people were matches, a bit of light and no heat. And some were furnaces, all heat but little light. And then, once in a blue moon, there was a bonfire, something so hot and bright you couldn’t stand too near without burning.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. “I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears.

check out the fic by @kirsbataar here; an art piece by @pinapleleeart coming soon!

what is below must be balanced by what is above, and in this is the precision of the universe. fire ascends from the earth, light descends from the sky. too much of one doth inflame the other, and in this is the extinction of the universe.

There are days when she mourns the prospect of another year, another decade, another century. There are nights when she cannot sleep, moments when she lies awake and dreams of dying. But then she wakes, and sees the pink and orange dawn against the clouds, or hears the lament of a lone fiddle, the music and the melody, and remembers there is such beauty in the world. And she does not want to miss it—any of it.

once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. then they betrayed her. S O  S H E  D E S T R O Y E D  T H E M  A L L .

Darklina + EVERMORE (Taylor Swift, 2020)

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.

the head is too wise. the heart is all fire.