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the-lonely-scottish-guy:

if everybody got a free miniature animal at birth that protected you, like a tiny elephant or dragon, the world would be a better place.

(via paralyzedhorse)

pumpkinlessidjit:

jadedgalvanizer:

timelordsatan:

ambular-d:

pumpkinlessidjit:

i want there to be an angel that descends from the heavens only when someone is being stupid

and the angel just gently places their hand over the person’s mouth

and whispers in a voice filled with heavenly beauty and love

“no”

ANABIEL

LOOK IT UP

IM SCREECHING LOOK LOOK AT THE ART LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS OH MY GOSH <33333333333

(via farareusis)

farasfamily:

pockethulksquish:

farasfamily:

Chrysanthemum’s wide eyes drank in the lush garden. It was a shock - how strange to find a pocket of health and vitality in a place of such death and depravity. She took a large leaf in her hands, looking over its bright surface. It had been so long since she’d seen anything so alive.

And the crystals! she thought, watching one twirl in the air, casting shifting rainbows over the walls. “Where did you find all of this?” she asked, then without giving him a chance to answer, continued with, “Does he know about this place?”

“There aren’t many things that go on in this place without Ithiano knowing about it,” Mikael told her, running his fingers carefully over the blooms of a calla lily. “I’ve found him here a few times, actually. He always leaves right away, as if he’s angry about my finding him in this sanctuary.” He settled himself on the floor and tried to force away the bitterness that crept up his throat. He knew Ithiano came here because this place reminded him of his mother, which meant that maybe, just maybe he felt the slightest bit of regret for her death. “For the most part, he leaves it alone. I did catch him staring at the door once, and his eyes…”

            Mikael stopped and shook his head. “This is a safe place,” he said again. “You don’t have to worry about anything while you’re in this place.” He reached up and plucked one of the crystals from the air and held it out to the girl. Before their eyes, it was reshaped into a small, fluttering creature that darted and weaved between their bodies. “Ithiano isn’t the only one here who has a bit of magic on their side.”

Chrysanthemum laughed, reaching out to the crystal creature. It wasn’t quite bird, not quite insect, not quite dragon either, and its wings flashed in the sunlight.

She cupped her hands for a moment, then opened them. A small, orange-brown sparrow sat on her palm. She blew a breath over it and it took off in a shimmer of magic. The two constructs flitted around the garden for a moment before the spells that held them together faded; the crystal creature morphed back into a gem and fell in Chrysanthemum’s outstretched hands. She looked at it with a smile on her face.

She put it into Mikael’s hands. “I’m glad you can do magic too,” she said, yawning. The bird, though a weak and simple spell, had taken quite a bit of her remaining energy. She lay down on the plush moss and closed her eyes. “Maybe you can teach me instead of him…”

Mikael smiled sadly down at Chrysanthemum, who had dropped into a light doze. He squeezed the crystal she had handed to him, and beckoned her hound over. “Take this,” he told it softly, rubbing the creature behind the ears as it carefully took the gem in its mouth. “Give it to her when she goes back to her room. The magic is still inside it, so she can activate it again if she wishes.” He returned his attention to the girl, brightened by the thought that she wanted him as a teacher. He knew that Ithiano would still try to teach her necromancy, despite her obvious lack of ability.

            Speaking of whom… Mikael glanced toward the single small window in the shack and caught a brief flash of white. Ithiano carefully opened the door and shut it softly behind him, frowning at the sleeping girl. He was careful, though, when he walked over and sat across from his father. “You are aware that she is also Mad, aren’t you?” he asked Mikael softly. “What happens if she turns on you, too?”

            “Hers isn’t quite so malicious as yours,” the Burned Man returned, pressing a hand into the moss on the floor. He remembered her innocent awe at seeing the tiny oasis, completely untouched by the seed of darkness that resided within her. “She can still be saved.”

farasfamily:

pockethulksquish:

farasfamily:

Chrysanthemum wrinkled her nose at the man. “You’re afraid,” she said. “What are you afraid of? I can’t even cast a shield, nevermind anything dangerous.”

She slid off of the cot and walked towards the basin. “Unless you’re afraid of the wizard?” she said, picked up one of the bundles, pulled at the ties. “I don’t blame you, he’s really scary.” The bundle unrolled in her hands. It was another dress, simpler, greener, and when she held it up to her body she could tell she’d have to tailor it.

“But he’s not all covered in spikes and walls,” she said, setting the dress aside. She started to wash her hands. “He’s got holes-” she held her hands up to her chest, fingers shaped like chinks - “holes in his armor. I’ve seen it.”

Her voice got quiet and somber, almost like she’d forgotten Mikael was standing there. “And I’m gonna get in those holes, and I’m gonna make sure he can’t hurt me anymore.”

The dark mood lifted as suddenly as it had fallen and she continued washing her scarred hands, humming.

Mikael twitched when the girl started sounding much too like Ithiano for his comfort, but settled again when her black mood disappeared as quickly as it had come and she started humming a soft little tune to herself. “The chinks in his armor are jagged and sharp,” Mikael said softly, giving Chrysanthemum a weighted look. “Be mindful that you don’t hurt yourself when you try to get in there. And I must ask you to be careful. He won’t hesitate to kill you if he thinks you’re becoming a threat, even with all the trouble he’s gone through making sure you stay away from his pets.”

The Burned Man shook his head with a soft curse. “Forgive me, little one. He’s probably not something you want to think about right now.” Brightening a bit, he gave Chrysanthemum a hopeful smile. “How about you change clothes and I’ll show you a place you can go if you’re feeling particularly sad or upset?” He nearly quivered with excitement as he got to his feet. “How do you feel about flowers?”

When Mikael opened the door to an unassuming little gardener’s shack set aside in the fortress’s courtyard, he beamed when Chrysanthemum let out a soft gasp of wonder. Inside, the floor was covered in a cool, plush moss that cradled the feet. The perimeter of the room was lined with planters and pots of mixed sizes and shapes, and housed innumerable different types of plants and flowers. Hanging from the ceiling and even set into the walls were assorted crystals and stones that bounced the light from the wall sconces on either side of the door. It was warm in the shack, and humid, and the life that bled from the place chased away the chill that permeated the fortress and those that resided within it. “I made this place in honor of my wife, and the family that I’ve lost,” he told Chrysanthemum, laying a gentle hand on her back. “It’s peaceful, here. Safe. And it’s open to you, now, whenever you have need of it.”

Chrysanthemum’s wide eyes drank in the lush garden. It was a shock - how strange to find a pocket of health and vitality in a place of such death and depravity. She took a large leaf in her hands, looking over its bright surface. It had been so long since she’d seen anything so alive.

And the crystals! she thought, watching one twirl in the air, casting shifting rainbows over the walls. “Where did you find all of this?” she asked, then without giving him a chance to answer, continued with, “Does he know about this place?”

“There aren’t many things that go on in this place without Ithiano knowing about it,” Mikael told her, running his fingers carefully over the blooms of a calla lily. “I’ve found him here a few times, actually. He always leaves right away, as if he’s angry about my finding him in this sanctuary.” He settled himself on the floor and tried to force away the bitterness that crept up his throat. He knew Ithiano came here because this place reminded him of his mother, which meant that maybe, just maybe he felt the slightest bit of regret for her death. “For the most part, he leaves it alone. I did catch him staring at the door once, and his eyes…”

            Mikael stopped and shook his head. “This is a safe place,” he said again. “You don’t have to worry about anything while you’re in this place.” He reached up and plucked one of the crystals from the air and held it out to the girl. Before their eyes, it was reshaped into a small, fluttering creature that darted and weaved between their bodies. “Ithiano isn’t the only one here who has a bit of magic on their side.”