OKAY SO, in a panic earlier when i couldn’t get this tumblr to work ( fixed it now after doing a whole bunch of shit when it turned out i just needed to clear my cache / cookies smh ://// ) i made a new blog for kostia. i’m still gonna move her over there because a few posts over here blew up and are wrecking my activity, so hmu over at the same url !
OKAY SO, in a panic earlier when i couldn’t get this tumblr to work ( fixed it now after doing a whole bunch of shit when it turned out i just needed to clear my cache / cookies smh ://// ) i made a new blog for kostia. i’m still gonna move her over there because a few posts over here blew up and are wrecking my activity, so hmu over at the same url !
OKAY SO, in a panic earlier when i couldn’t get this tumblr to work ( fixed it now after doing a whole bunch of shit when it turned out i just needed to clear my cache / cookies smh ://// ) i made a new blog for kostia. i’m still gonna move her over there because a few posts over here blew up and are wrecking my activity, so hmu over at the same url !
OKAY SO, in a panic earlier when i couldn’t get this tumblr to work ( fixed it now after doing a whole bunch of shit when it turned out i just needed to clear my cache / cookies smh ://// ) i made a new blog for kostia. i’m still gonna move her over there because a few posts over here blew up and are wrecking my activity, so hmu over at the same url !
* &. –––– my head was warm, my skin was soaked. i called your name til the fever broke. when i awoke the moon still hung, a night so black that the darkness hummed. an awful noise, filled the air, i heard a scream in the woods somewhere. a fox it was, he shook, afraid. i spoke no words, no sound he made. i raised a stone to end his pain ( what caused the wound? how large the teeth? ) i saw new eyes were watching me. the creature lunged. i turned and ran, to save a life i didn’t have. dear, in the chase, there as i flew. forgot all prayers of joining you. ( my dearest love i’m not done yet. ) how many years, i know i’ll bear –––– i found something in the woods somewhere.
OKAY SO, in a panic earlier when i couldn’t get this tumblr to work ( fixed it now after doing a whole bunch of shit when it turned out i just needed to clear my cache / cookies smh ://// ) i made a new blog for kostia. i’m still gonna move her over there because a few posts over here blew up and are wrecking my activity, so hmu over at the same url !
preview 2 the angsty jasper gifset im making for spencer ;))))
"It's nearly two in the morning, what are you doing up?"
MEME. NOT ACCEPTING. @OKTVA.
* &. KOM NOUKRU. ———- barely a week under the thick stone of the bunker and already kostia longs for the sun. the warmth of it on tan skin, the shine that seems to bring everything to life before her eyes. though they try to make it home ( the next five years are going to be so very long whether it is home or not to her, ) the bunker feels cold. empty and hollow, even with life filling it to the brim. tensions have already risen some now that the adrenaline of the beginning of praimfaya have passed, and kostia had gone to sleep long before octavia returned to their bed. when she stirs, the leader beside her has her arms wrapped loosely around the healer’s waist, face buried in the crook of kostia’s neck and she smiles.
a moment taken to press a kiss to octavia’s forehead, smoothing back still braided hair, kostia takes care to slip out of bed without waking the other. so many burdens and responsibilities weigh heavy on her lover’s shoulders now, she sees fit to leave octavia in the comfort of her sleep and leaves their room, pulling on an unfamiliar jacket as she does so. second glance as she wanders along the halls notes that it’s one of octavia’s, from on the ark. as kostia stops by one of the engineering farms, the whir of electricity and machinery humming low in the background, fingers clutch the collar of the jacket and brings it closer to her face, a soft inhale invites the smell of her lover.
she doesn’t know how long she’s stayed in that corridor, listening to the hum or longing for a world they won’t see now for half a decade but she’s startled from her daze with a hand on her shoulder, russet eyes settling on familiar jade eyes and slightly wild, braided hair as she turns to face octavia. the woman she loves, who’s come from being the girl under the floor to the leader of wonkru, who’s survived through everything life has thrown at her. who saved kostia from the brink of despair in her grief, found a new love blossoming between the two. concern has taken home on the warrior’s strong features, and kostia steps forward, cups octavia’s face in gentle hands and presses a kiss to her lips, tender and wanting. she may not have the sun, or the winds, or the forest – but she has her heart.
❝You don’t understand me.❞
* &. KOM NOUKRU. ———- ❝ bullshit. ❞ brows have drawn in frustration as the line of her jaw sets, the edges of choppy hair roughly shoved from her face. jasper has tried to succeed in pushing everyone away, monty, harper, octavia, herself. too bad kostia’s just as stubborn as he. hands let the dagger fall down to her side as the grounder steps closer to the other, up in his personal space, russet eyes piercing and focused on his own, a darker brown than hers, hiding the horrors he’d witnessed and grieved over. heartbreak always left an ugly scar, never visible on the outside but painfully there, scraping and rough. left you wishing for the dark and yet sleep always elusive. ❝ i notice most things jasper, i’m very observant like that. you’re pushing everyone away, blaming them when the person you hate the most is yourself. ❞ beneath the harsh edge of her voice, there is compassion, born of empathy. a kindred spirit. someone with a desire to help him try to heal. ❝ you’re trying to hurt them, but you’re only making yourself suffer instead. needlessly. ❞
Why is there a fruit called grapefruit when there's already a fruit called grape?
“chloe bennet can’t act” aka biggest bullshit ever told
kostia in her modern ( non poppy ) verse: when the fuck did my house become a stop in for every delinquent within twenty miles and their friends?
sb: is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy -- oh its a knife kostia: :))))))
THE LION ISN'T SACRED when not sleeping near the lamb, it is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned, all the children painted diagrams of G O D upon their hands, hoping somewhere on this shaking earth they could find a place to stand. it’s a T Y R A N T to the foreigners who've never seen the land, they feel safer than a statue when they’ve got a spear in hand, it is pregnant with the FURY that the pain in life demands. yes, it’s fear–but it’s a fear that understands. and what’s left is a heartbeat, speaking, “hands off your fate, child, you'll bury yourself in mistakes.” like a dream that i had of lost faith it fades away but still thunders onward. every pulse was a hand with its palm up, fed withBODIESand bread soaked in BLOOD. somewhere, someday, it’ll leave but tell me, SOMEONE, WHERE DOES IT GO? // indie. sel. commander leksa kom trikru. as penned by chuck. mutuals only. 18+. modern and teen wolf verses.
