papercitrus:

Me after Book 4 ends: I’m no longer bound to this earth by worldly desires. I have entered the void.

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flyingpokemon:

raddlest:

fantaween:

man bubbles is fucking metal

who is man bubbles

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Q
"Are you okay?" (Wanna-taka-bout-it)
Anonymous
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actualiceprincess:

actualiceprincess:

Send me an “Are you okay?” to find my muse in one of their weak moments.

Eska cupped her hands over her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I will be, I promise,” she assured her daughter, willing her voice not to shake. “I’m just… having a hard time right now. It’s not your fault.”

(She wonders if anyone ever said that to her—It’s not your fault—and if it might have made a difference if they had said it more often.)

(Because Eska worries that Taka might share her anxiety, but she’ll do her best to be sure her daughter never shares her feelings of guilt.)

"Of course I am. I’m very lucky you are here. I am grateful to whoever decided to let me have you in my life."

Taka smiled brightly “Well, I think i’m the luckiest, because you’re the nicest Mommy in the world” She giggled slightly.


Q
"Are you okay?" (Wanna-taka-bout-it)
Anonymous
A

actualiceprincess:

wanna-taka-bout-it:

actualiceprincess:

Send me an “Are you okay?” to find my muse in one of their weak moments.

Eska cupped her hands over her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I will be, I promise,” she assured her daughter, willing her voice not to shake. “I’m just… having a hard time right now. It’s not your fault.”

(She wonders if anyone ever said that to her—It’s not your fault—and if it might have made a difference if they had said it more often.)

(Because Eska worries that Taka might share her anxiety, but she’ll do her best to be sure her daughter never shares her feelings of guilt.)

Taka snuggled in closer “I love you too, Mommy…”

"Thank you," she said, still whispering. "I am so lucky to have you. You are a blessing."

Wasn’t that a word her father had used all of the time, though? “Blessing,” “blessed.” And he had been lying.

It doesn’t matter, Eska told herself firmly. I mean it. That’s what’s important. He’s gone. He will never lay a corrupted finger of his on Taka.

She’s mine. And I love her.

With her hands gripping to her Mom’s tunic. Taka looked up at her Mother with big eyes, and gave a tiny smile “Really?" trying to recall the exact meaning of being a blessing "Like… You’re happy I’m here?"


reblog if you’re an asshole

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kathuon:


Book 1 - Book 3

why

kathuon:

Book 1 - Book 3

why

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senpeep:

senpeep:

i haven’t drawn anything for ages /sigh

Ughhhh oops I flipped the picture before I saved it :/ Can’t be bothered to turn my laptop on again and fix it though

senpeep:

senpeep:

i haven’t drawn anything for ages /sigh

Ughhhh oops I flipped the picture before I saved it :/ Can’t be bothered to turn my laptop on again and fix it though

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teenagenicks:

just wait till the end

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Q
"Are you okay?" (Wanna-taka-bout-it)
Anonymous
A

actualiceprincess:

actualiceprincess:

Send me an “Are you okay?” to find my muse in one of their weak moments.

Eska cupped her hands over her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I will be, I promise,” she assured her daughter, willing her voice not to shake. “I’m just… having a hard time right now. It’s not your fault.”

(She wonders if anyone ever said that to her—It’s not your fault—and if it might have made a difference if they had said it more often.)

(Because Eska worries that Taka might share her anxiety, but she’ll do her best to be sure her daughter never shares her feelings of guilt.)

"It does," Eska whispered.

She buried her face in Taka’s hair, breathing in like she was about to dive underwater and this was her last chance at air. Everyone has a unique scent; her daughter’s was both comforting and humbling. I made this, and she’s real—this proves it.

And if I made this perfect little girl, I can’t be too awful, can I?

"I love you very much."

Taka snuggled in closer “I love you too, Mommy…”


Q
"Are you okay?" (Wanna-taka-bout-it)
Anonymous
A

actualiceprincess:

actualiceprincess:

Send me an “Are you okay?” to find my muse in one of their weak moments.

Eska cupped her hands over her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I will be, I promise,” she assured her daughter, willing her voice not to shake. “I’m just… having a hard time right now. It’s not your fault.”

(She wonders if anyone ever said that to her—It’s not your fault—and if it might have made a difference if they had said it more often.)

(Because Eska worries that Taka might share her anxiety, but she’ll do her best to be sure her daughter never shares her feelings of guilt.)

For a moment, Eska was still.

She’s seven years old. She shouldn’t have to be trying to comfort you. She shouldn’t have to worry about her mother.

No. Stop it, she told herself. It is how it is. You survived your childhood, after all; so should she. Taka will never have to go through as much as you did, and you turned out all right.

"That would be nice," she said softly, pulling Taka into her arms and holding her.

She hugged back tightly, and laid her head on her Mother’s shoulder, and giggled “Does that help?” Loving the warmth given off from her.