Being Ellie’s Doll(y) Core ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

HEY! FOLK OF THE AIR FANDOM! GUESS WHAT? We have an album made up of brand new original songs all about Elfhame coming to you on June 9. Above you can see our beautiful album artwork done by @eerna as well as our full tracklist! 

As you can see, we’ve written songs about Jude, Cardan, Nicasia, and all your other Elfhame favs, as well as a special song for the Darkest Part of the Forest. If you enjoyed our Grishaverse album Sinners & Saints, then you’ll absolutely love this one too!

You can PRE-SAVE this album RIGHT NOW. Tumblr is terrible about links so please follow the link “our music” on our blog for that sweet, sweet pre-save link! 

We are not affiliated with @hollyblack we are just huge fans and wanted to celebrate our love for her amazing books.

defo a plan

tag yourself studyblr edition

 im cactus 

NEED A HUG!!!!!! YES.

breakie☀️☁️🍴

A wee thing from the Drarry Hanahaki thing I am working on! I’m not sure if I’ll ever end up posting it fully but I thought it was pretty cool!

General tw for hanahaki-related shenanigans, throwing up and coughing.

He breathes and it feels like drowning, in an ocean of leaves instead of water. He swallows and it feels like dying, a thousand lacerations made from a thousand thorns, the taste of petals bitter and cloying against his tongue. He used to hate the taste of blood but now he thinks he would prefer it. Anything over the scent of perfume, sweet and dry and overpowering, chalky against his tongue.

His ribs ache with the force of his hacking. The petals that fall from his mouth are different now, stained pink and damp, overflowing from his outstretched hands where he tried to catch them all. They spill down onto the floor like water and Draco tries to suppress another shiver as it claws from underneath his chest.

When the shaking stops Draco remains hunched over, each beat of his heart a throbbing reminder of the fire in his veins. When he manages to uncurl his body from the floor another wave of pain hits him and he has to clench his teeth to prevent a moan from slipping out. His mouth tastes like blood and flowers, life and death mixed together and he supresses a laugh at the thought.

Listen, I know Drarry is like "Enemies to Lovers" and all that shit, but you know what I adore? Soft Drarry. Just them being Soft. That stage of their relationship after the war where they don't know who they are to each other anymore. Don't know who they are in general. Sitting together in silence in an empty corner because they both want to get away from the whispers and the stares. Harry liking Draco's company because it doesn't make him feel special, because Draco doesn't praise him or pity him. Because Draco makes him feel normal. Draco feeling comfortable around Harry because it seems like Harry is the only one who's truly forgiven him, even after everything. Drarry contrasting each other is fun, but Drarry relating to each other is better. Drarry holding each other because they're both fucked up and when they're together it almost seems like it doesn't matter. Drarry being Drarry in the softest way possible.

i f r q c h a r a c t e r s h a d g o o g l e ft. cal, maven, and mare

"For someone who has spent the life too busy training with swords, you really know how to provoke men." He squinted at Jude, his voice dry.

She made a point of facing him, narrowing her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Make of that what you will." Cardan shrugged with a vague hand gesture, walking towards the bedroom.

"I'll interpret it the hard way then . Or come back here and tell me once and for all what you really think of me. If you have courage."

Cardan turned as if Jude had thrown something at his head.

"What kind of talk is that? Are we going to start a duel?" he asked indignantly.

"Maybe we should." She walked towards him, chin raised to look him in the eye.

"Maybe if you had a knife to your neck you wouldn't play games and just say what you mean."

"Are you threatening me?" He asked with a nervous laugh, raising his eyebrows.

Jude was unbelievable. This wasn't how he imagined wives acted. His wife wasn't like the other girls, though.

"Make of that what you will." She imitated him, her lowered voice still sounding menacing.

My English is terrible but I think that's the best passage I've ever written lol (I hope this doesn't sound like a 5th grade discussion 😭)

it’s like not even funny anymore how bad i need her