#*blows a kiss*

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

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#im so proud of this page for some reason #thoam #issue 7 #rouge............ #blows a kiss #also haha finally we are ehre #my script just says 'omega gets fucking arrested'

[lungache]

"You also feel comfortable when you get close to wandering ghosts, and you especially love hiding dried fish in subterranean caves where corpses were hidden"

Guardian by priest, vol. 1 p. 55

#ty bean for sending me this picture so i can use it instead of my terribly highlighted one #blows a kiss #guardian #da qing #daqing #quotes #zhen hun

[femmestuck]

pcos jane is real to me

#homestuck #rose lalonde #jade harley #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #i just wanted to draw em all a bit more butch #blows a kiss #im tired now

[silverstreams]

I love getting my tiny raccoon hands all over ideas that are like ‘what if Caroline was like GLaDOS but worse’

#caroline portal #caroline tag #blows a kiss #because I often see it the other way around where glados is a more extreme version of Caroline #which is fair but I also love the idea of GLaDOS being the more tame version of the lady

[ivypond11]

i'm going to save her, and stop you.

#yall can thank cadi for this #blows a kiss #uwu

[bluefaewren]

uh so the first draft is done

this is even worse than snowfall (another long fic of mine). i'm so excited to reread the whole thing

(current) fic summary for anyone who's interested, but no promises on when this is getting published

At eighteen, Miles Von Karma escapes to the US with the excuse that he favors its education system over Germany’s. There, he meets Phoenix Wright, a talented painting major running from a life event that is slowly wrecking his career.

“You remind me of someone I knew as a kid. His name was Miles too.”

#blows a kiss #im surprised i am not feeling a greater sense of achievement right now but whatever #its done!!! im going to read the whole thing and see how i feel #my writing #my fanfic #aa #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #wrightworth

[damagecompilation]

mak I SEE YOU ....

#protcg #blows a kiss #;tumblr users lived together in harmony... but everything changed when mak made another new blog. (ooc)

[simlake]

#simlake #blows a kiss #simlake: aq #*edits #ts4 simblr #ts4 screenshots #ts4 edit #ts4 portrait #sims portraits #ts4 apocalypse #ts4 render #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #simblr edit

[birdclowns]

comm for @undercovercannibal 💕

I just think they're neat. thank u emily

#this was so funny dude #blows a kiss #my art #hannibal nbc #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram #birdclowns commission #haven't made an official post but comms are open <3

[endtown]

my room is nice and warm and cozy SOOO i'm gonna try to write. gonna start off replying to responses to this open!! i am still accepting them, or if you want something similar but this open doesn't work for some reason please let me know!!!

#blows a kiss #out.

[hisbattles]

@vmprre 👀👀👀

#ooc. #tbd. #not saying u should follow me but ........ #follow me :') #once i got my computer back and have ps ill make a promo ok #blows a kiss

[deathwarlock]

YOU'RE THE MAN FROM THE LOOK AT MY HEAD BOY POST

YES

IM WHEEZING RN

I HAVE THE WORST HUMOR EVER

BUT I LOVED THE POST LMFAO

these types of reactions always confuse me cause like. yeah its me you can click on my url on the og post and be at my blog. no dark sorcerer must weave this world for you to arrive here

#always nice to meet a fan of my work #blows a kiss

[mythologaze]

had a really great birthday yesterday, went to the renfaire with rio and friends and had a fantastic time and now im gonna lurk in my inbox and cause mayhem 😌

#ooc. #so send me memes so i can add to my arsenal #blows a kiss

[darkgifted]

𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 is extended carefully, followed by the first full smile she feels like she's conjured in weeks. it does feel overwhelming, their camp suddenly flooded with laughter and noise and a dizzying array of faces, even if it is wholly welcome. (it was all worth it, all of the chaos and exhaustion and fear, to see the tieflings safe & well & happy.) ❛ i'm coming to realize, ❜ her own glass lifts to her lips before arlis continues, ❛ that most of our odd little troupe hasn't the slightest idea how to engage at parties. i thought i'd be the one most unfamiliar with how to be, well, fun, but it seems i've competition between you and gale and astarion. ❜

her words are offered bemusedly, gently. ❛ you don't need to stand so far away from the rest of us, you know. you were a part of this, a part of the reason why we're able to celebrate tonight. ❜ her expression grows reflective. ❛ you did this, not your master. remember that. ❜

#v* : act i. #undyth #BLOWS A KISS

[deadwar-a]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU !

respond to the following prompts. include as much or as little as you want; you don't have to answer them all !

name / alias. rina

birthday. april 2

zodiac sign. aries sun, aquarius moon, pisces rising

height. 5'8"

hobbies. writing. i don't do much outside of that and work.

favorite color. purple

favorite book. i don't read.

last show. a.lways s.unny. i don't watch a lot of tv.

recent read. i don't read books but my last comic read was b.lack b.utler, im rereading that. but it's been..... a While since i picked it up.

sources of inspiration. characterization i use different media tbh. take a lot from the new and old games. some movies. as far as writing, it's almost the same.

story behind url. they've both died and they're in a war. i say it works.

name / alias.

birthday.

zodiac sign.

height.

hobbies.

favorite color.

favorite book.

last show.

recent read.

sources of inspiration.

story behind url.

#* ooc . #blows a kiss #blank under the read more ! #one thing abt it i don't have the patience for a book #but i'll read a comic

[driiven]

❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ( ˊᵕˋ ; )

@4freedoms ↳ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

the skirmish is a dull ringing in the distance, the rumbling underfoot now nearly gone, moving through time like he's rapidly blinking, witnessing the world in mere frames. bodies splitting and blood falling, everywhere, the smell of human and titan blood with metal and steam, unearthed ground long abandoned, overgrown and mossy― all of it so heavy and prevalent that it mixed into something vile. it stung his eyes, clouded with what he thought was tears, only to discover they were dry as stone, stomach churning― nausea prevalent not only for the acrid scent that lingered in his head as they made their retreat. he peered wearily off the side of his white horse and glimpsed a frame of it. she was coated; him and his horse, nearly saturated on their right sides, the tourniquet burrowing into his flesh and giving way as it hung looser, too thin to be appropriately used, the horse's movements likely undoing the hold. the gleaming emerald gem dangling from the tie dripping with scarlet. hardly discernable where torn flesh stopped and tattered sleeve began, just bright red and glistening, pouring his life out onto the battlefield.

placid. he knew; he no longer feared death. days marched on and his life, his title: commander of the survey corps, spat like a curse. it felt as though the world itself was pleading to pull him from it, to let him sink and let humanity surrender to the mysteries of the future. lay them to rest, buried, undisturbed, so that humanity may exist and never bleed again for anymore gambles. whispering against his neck, sweet and sickening, a blade against his jugular that promised a death quick and easy. every step and every expedition, bounds and leaps for the answers but still descending a staircase, one he could never turn around and go back up. would he die a dismal death ? would he be one of the numbers on the board, another heart lost for the pursuit of freedom, another fallen soul that would have half-hearted promises over a memento serving as a mock-funeral when they couldn't find all the pieces of his body ? a patch ripped from his uniform ? who was he kidding― they'd probably cheer. after all, there was barely a heart left in him, if you asked the glowering eyes of the parents whose children he lead to their death. maybe a dismal death is what he deserved, something quiet that wouldn't paint him like some kind of martyr.

eren was free. their mission complete. he could hear screaming, mournful tones and voices breaking through sobs, shouting and commands being tossed over his head that he no longer had the energy to acknowledge. he couldn't sit up. even despite those voices of urgency, he could feel a strange pressure in the air, a silence. no one wanted to talk about what they had seen. they had no idea where to begin, if any of it was even real. eren's command over the titans.

he wouldn't die yet. not here. he hadn't earned that silence. he had souls to answer for, yet. he had questions. decisions to be made. grey eyes that― he can only imagine when levi will see him. he knows he won't make it back conscious, thoughts rapidly decaying as the image of his captain burns in his mind.

chest leaned against his horse's mane, he felt a hand grasp his sleeve. he peered at one of his soldiers with sharp blue eyes that glowed against skin for how drained it had become. almost white. the reins were slipping from his palm, reaching emptily with an arm he no longer had. she was one of the 104th― those cadets brought forth a reckoning in power, resilience, in a fight to survive and the very same fight against humanity that caused all of this. reiner. bertholdt. all of these questions, a world turned by a group of kids that were meant to be like every other group before them. and yet they were so young, so human. he watched levi care for them, watched them laugh and joke, watched eren hesitate as the very same he'd slept and fought beside betrayed him and even still risked their trust. he couldn't make out the shock of her face: if it were for the blood, for the injury, for him― he wondered if she was scared. he'd only ever spoken to her briefly. his mind struggled to wonder anything else as she struggled to support his weight, mustering the last of what he had to help her, to sit up, even if just enough for her to reach him.

i’m going to get you out of here. he had nothing for her, barely enough to regard her from hooded eyes that wanted so badly to yield as his shoulders quaked with exhaustion. his spine rattled like an old stone tower, ready to collapse. the last he remembered was that they had stopped, his horse's reins in her hands, his remaining hand clutching the violently bleeding stump. she came to the side with his undone tourniquet, grasping the tie before it slipped, slick with blood. his fingers shook as drops fell. he murmured a demand, the last semblance of his command, hearing his voice like something far away, like a dream, like he was standing behind himself. he no longer sounded himself, and he remembers speaking with an urgency and hearing it deliver dull, blunt like he was bored, too tired to say more than two words: ❝  tie this. ❞ so he could continue on. so he could return to the walls with the rest of them. he couldn't remember anything else until he had woken up in a hospital bed.

#i jazz hands at you #here you go #it's not the best but #when you sent me that ask my mind immediately went to bronwyn helping him from when he got his arm McChomped #and so i finally kicked my ass into writing it #blows a kiss #i did my best #ic. #tbt. #4freedoms #i hope you like it <3