shout-outs of awesomeness

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

uhh this is where I show I don't actually follow too many fandoms... so i'll go with something i'm familiar with and say @plantamagicae writes a very good willow! i can really hear the character voice through the writing and all the interactions are fun to read!

💻 ― excellent writing

@light-imperfected or @sageshadowed or the now gone Ishmael blog (rip). i am not biased lune's writing motivated me to write more and get better for over a year now. it's got a good flow and just the right amount of flair. i frequently reread their threads and not just the ones we had together

📚 ― nice threads to read

hmm i enjoy many threads that come onto my dash... i suppose lately i have had most fun reading @amoirsetpacis threads! there's a big variety in vibes there and the writing itself is really good so i like to check them out whenever i see one on dash, sometimes even when i don't have the context of previous replies

😍 ― admiring from afar

@schleckermaul is the one that comes to mind. i don't think our characters would have much of an interesting dynamic together but i still enjoy seeing the threads and headcanons and whatnot whenever they are on dash!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@eusyram now that she's back, i have to give a shoutout to one of the funniest/most interesting oc concepts i know! give mary a follow or you hate fun

Send “🖊” for a quick doodle of your muse!

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺  | 046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

“No!”

“If you break the window, they’ll charge us for that and the taxi fare!”

“You know he’s not letting us off in the middle of the highway, right? With this jam, we’ll be stuck here for another hour, paying for nothing.”

“That’s why we can split the fare afterwards!”

“Might as well smash it and make a run for it now...”

“Stop it! I can’t let you ruin my dating prospects like that!” Mary Sue recoiled in horror. 

“Dating prospects? What are you talking about?” the other scoffed before wondering, curiously, if he should just mind read the answer for himself. 30 minutes a day wasn’t much time to use an ability, but it wasn’t like he was going anywhere anytime soon. 

Maybe one peek.

He took a look and—

God.

Pink. There was so much of it, he could feel it practically bleeding out of his ears and melting off his mohawk to sink into his skin. All right, maybe that was the wrong angle. What if he tried again and—

Static, this time. Some small, shrill thing in the background chirping like the voice he heard from her, but the words were muffled in contrast to the whatever it was getting in the way. The fuck is this?  He concentrated harder and—

“Hold up a minute,” She takes a double look. She shouldn’t be surprised to see HIM here. It’s not as if he’d magically have been sent home after whatever situation happened to everyone here. 

He’s been at it for hours. Just him and his sword, cutting away at air and nothing else. He’s been practicing his form, working on sharpening his mind, soul and body. He may be in training with Lady Reines, but when he isn’t training with her, he trains on his own. He can’t afford to rest after all. 

But damn...

Damn....he’s actually pretty exhausted. Maybe he should’ve taken it easy. 

Klaus exhales softly through parted lips and rolls his shoulders back. Just stretching ever so lightly. At least he’s somewhere quiet. Though he knows it can’t be for long. One day, he’ll have to train where there’s lots of noise. He has to be ready. But for now, it’s quiet. Just the way he likes it. 

except

There’s a sound. A scream. He doesn’t know where it’s coming from. Whether it’s from someone’s thoughts or not, but at the moment none of that matters. Klaus is gone in an instance, sword gripped tight at its handle and he’s ready to strike at whatever enemy is causing someone such pain. 

Send me “⚜” for an aesthetic of your muse.

Today, Byron was putting on the charm, making his enterprise seem more magical than it was. His clothes were well pressed and, with a handful of small, non-venomous snakes curled around his palms and arms, he was a sight to behold. 

And the unintended amusement small children got from the one snake who was loitering around his neck, curling about in his hair, and generally being a nuisance, was good as well. 

A little annoying, but any attention, regardless of if it had come from an intentional play, was good for a busker. 

He stood behind a small table, draped with a cloth reading, ‘BYRONS’. Varying sizes of bottles littered the top. Byron had a small crowd, ooo-ing at his apparent ability as a ‘snake charmer’. 

“For years, I have perfected the art of sssynthesizing poisons, and, their sssubsequent antidotes. Today I present to you poisons and healing medicaments created from the venoms of Ssspirale’s local reptiles! 

And what a scheme he had.

Certain that such a scenario couldn’t be true, not in this city, she hadn’t the certainty that his plan could truly be what it turned out, clear as day, to be upon his clarification that it was a bomb. He was... preparing something terrible. A horrific act that would cost lives of any number. Since birth, a strong sense of justice had been drilled into her by her father, her brother’s influence. They might not have been part of the world anymore, but they would turn in their graves if she didn’t act. She’d never be able to live with herself. “Hey...”

her voice began uneasy, in need of mustering the courage to do what her father would have, as his daughter. She owed him that much. “HEY!” From the hiding place behind the dumpster, she stormed, throwing down the bag and eyes ablaze. “What the hell was that about?!”