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[cardedsoul]

dedicating this piece to @r-adio. their relationship is a nightmare (for husk specifically)

drawn by my friend @submanuts <3

[queenpiranhadon]

Hello 🍉🇵🇸

my name is Majed from Gaza. We miraculously escaped the ravages of war, and had to pay a large sum of money to escape💔. Today, my wife, three children, and I live in Egypt, but life here is very difficult and expensive🥺. We do not have a residence permit, and most of my family and loved ones in Gaza are still suffering in harsh conditions. I set an initial goal of raising $3,000 to provide for our basic needs. With your support, we can reach our goal. It is not just a donation, it is real relief to humanity in need, and a rescue for a family who is only a short distance from tragedy. Be the reason to change our lives for the better, and open the door of hope for us 🙏🏼. To help us, please donate via this link: https://gofund.me/f489e577

Oh my gosh I'm so sorry to hear that!! I wish I could help but I'm too young to donate...however I'm going to put this ask out there so that it gets the attention it needs.

[godconsume]

back home to yassifying this old man... and already debating hunting on pinterest again. everybody just be so YOUNG.

[mindsafe]

hc + ymir and historia's relationship.

@deiikara || from [ X ] || always accepting

headcanon || ymir + relationship w. historia reiss

846

word of the mistress's daughter reaches her ears, && ymir is CURIOUS. there is someone like her in this world: punished for the sin of existing. unlike her, this is a SOMEBODY masquerading as a NOBODY. if she wants to be especially heinous, that information can fetch a pretty penny. instead, she enlists in the military.

847

the first day is nothing but introductions && initiation rites. a handful of interesting personalities exist among the 104th cadet corps, but they are small fry compared to the one called ‘ krista lenz ’.

night falls && ymir notices two empty bunks: one belonging to ‘ potato girl ’ && the other to krista. now, what business could sweet, innocent, little krista possibly have after curfew? ymir is CURIOUS. she follows animated shadows && inane babble, happening across both missing comrades. it's nothing scandalous. not really.

ymir ends up being the one to carry a half-dead ‘ potato girl ’ back to the barracks, all while contemplating the best way to capitalize on her stupidity. that same night, she lies awake, trying to figure out why krista would risk corporal punishment for something as nonsensical as a ‘ good deed ’.

...

CURIOUSITY evolves: it grows legs && guides her to the mountains. ymir is less sensitive to winter's bite than most, but at the end of the day, she is HUMAN. her flesh is HUMAN flesh. krista is petite && doll-like; she is not built to withstand the elements for so long ― especially with dead weight on her shoulders. if they carry on like this, none of them will live to see the sunrise. unless...

pieces of the truth fall into place, forming a fragmented sense of understanding. this was never about saving a comrade on the brink of death; this was a swan song. ymir recognizes the melody. she has danced to it before && paid the ultimate price. she doesn't know why it bothers her so much. but it does. it bothers her enough that she does something foolish.

it's a gamble, but it pays off.

that night, ymir takes off her mask. it's only fair. precious secrets are exchanged under moonlight; a promise is whispered against the dying winds.

...

CURIOUSITY grows leaves, && blooms into something sweeter; fledgling camaraderie with foundations of stone. they sit together in the mess hall && share meals; it's an invitation for ( intimate ) conversation && heartfelt laughter; it feeds into a sense of belonging that neither believe themselves fully deserving of, while simultaneously trying to dissuade the other // they train together when possible, often sparring in the sunlight. it feels like a dance. ymir catches herself holding back ― she pulls her punches where she can && deliberately stays in krista's shadow. she tells herself that she chooses to stay out of the spotlight for her OWN sake.

850

the graduating class of the 104th cadet corps is two-hundred && eighteen units strong. they stand before the dais ― instructors towering over them, always stone-faced. the chosen ten ( krista included ) will likely go on to live in the interior && want for nothing; ymir will remain among the rest && find her own way in life, for as long as stolen time allows.

...

in the aftermath of trost, the ( surviving ) graduates of the 104th cadet corps stand before the another dais ― erwin smith addresses the crowd && doesn't dare mince his words. of the chosen ten, only annie chooses guaranteed stability. the majority walk away en masse to settle for roses && thorns; the rest offer up their beating hearts, krista included. like a loyal dog, ymir follows. CURIOUSITY grows wings && takes flight.

it might be her undoing.

[moidynvarrey]

@amantesmultorum : Elizabeth & Ciarnán

"You held me through my darkest days. You helped to take the pain away."

[hangtherules]

OKAY OKAY OKAY

I've been RPing for YEARS!!! legit:

And I wrote Elizabeth when I first joined in 2009ish, probably made Elizabeth around 2010. Even though I stopped writing her official account, she's been on my multimuse and having written so many types of muses over the years you've always shown up and I have THE BIGGEST RESPECT FOR YOU and love your Elizabeth SO MUCH!! I am always so happy to see that you're still around and representing the badass pirate king! I've recently been re-loving my POTC feels while writing a house of dr@gons fanfic with characters strongly correlated to Elizabeth and Will and people are so vibing with them (because we all love Will and Liz so much!) I am so honored that you followed me and I'm going to have to actually write up my sort of Padme/Elizabeth to Sabe/my OC character so it makes sense and hopefully we can write together soon!

Omg first of all, I am sooo sorry this took me ages to acknowledge, I'm so bad about checking my inbox here. And also I HOPE it's okay for me to post this publicly because it's so sweet and I want to add it to my save tag and keep it forever

THAT BEING SAID — WHAT THE HECK!! This message seriously brightened up my day. I've been struggling to do much writing here for a while now, but my love for Elizabeth is still going strong and it means so much to me that people still stick around and enjoy what I DO manage to create here. Thank you so much for the kind words, seriously, and I also hope that we can write together very soon!!

[cryopathiic-a]

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

Fear had failed to subdue him. Time and time again, he had proved to be immune to all that enslaved his fellow moons; be it the ever-present threat of the demon King's wrath or the greed to please him & climb the rankings. Dōma simply did not care for those things; they had not cared for anything in the world, until that fateful day, over a century ago now, when this mysterious man had set foot in their temple.

A fleeting happiness back then; but the first ever he had tasted. In that moment, Dōma had understood that there was no other option for him; that his fate lay solely in the warm hand of the man who brought him to life & gave him purpose. It was only through Kibutsuji Muzan that he would ever have a chance, a hope, of experiencing what had been robbed of him since his creation; emotions. Pain. Love. Life. All the things that had felt like mere illusions up to that point, were suddenly placed within his reach.

By those slender, pale fingers. The hand that feeds. His visceral despair urged him to scoot closer, crawling on the floor before his beloved caterer & sole ruler. Yes, fear had never worked to subdue Upper Two. But this? This... WARMTH, whatever it was. Dōma found it frighteningly irresistable.

❝ Master... please...❞ He mumbled, voice soft & tender, sizzling with something akin to desire. There was a fire blossoming in his chest; a newfound sensation, pouring through the blood bond. No, those were not his feelings. Those were Muzan-sama's feelings; and their heat was so overwhelming that they sent the oni's icy blood to a boil. ❝ Don't, oh, please, spare the STUPID humans. ❞ He moaned; a sound like nails on chalkboard.

A daring, clawed hand sought purchase on his master's robes, head tilting into Muzan's palm like some oversized feline looking to be stroked. Their porcelain skin sizzled & steamed upon the contact, sweat beads forming over their forehead which each heated pant. Little noises squeezed out between burning lungs; it was PAINFUL, it was utterly horrendous to have his insides blazing. But his heart had never fluttered so loudly before; and it was safe to say Dōma was intrinsically drawn to the pain.

❝ They knew no better than to cross you; they cannot fathom that you are not something to be stopped; your infinity is beyond their grasp, master... ❞ Every offering of a touch Muzan-sama would allow would be met with a deep rattling of the lesser oni's bones; a purr.

❝ Ah... So warm~ ❞ He cooed, prismatic eyes shining through their wetness. Thick, blonde lashes fluttered to release a sole tear; even though Dōma only looked utterly lost in bliss. A deep pink hue diffused in his pallid skin; a dusting of blush over his cheekbones. ❝ Mmm— Let them sleep tonight, content in their ignorance; and stay with ME, just one moment longer, please.❞

[cardedsoul]

this chewsday was amazing btw

@r-adio @xluciifer

[iilahalzili]

     Gotta love a smug shadow boi but also gotta love the shook™

[neuvillettes]

my toxic trait is wanting to pull for every event 5 star like they’re pokémon. i just wanna catch em all 💀

[akuryousafuu]

Tag Dump!~

♛ ┊ × ❝ A manmade monstrosity .. ❞ : visage! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Out Of Clownery ..❞ : out of character! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Such a beautiful carnivore ..❞ : in character! ♛ ┊ × ❝ I want to be a beast, I want to make you proud ..❞ : musings / headcanons! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Lucky me, lucky me ..❞ : memes / prompts! ♛ ┊ × ❝ If I fail, I'll fall apart ..❞ : verse - main! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy..❞ : verse - alternate! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Drinking like lovers do ..❞ : verse - modern! ♛ ┊ × ❝ Your mind is in disturbia ..❞ : asks! ♛ ┊ × ❝ I feel like a monster ..❞ : dash games!

[sugusshi]

Man I don’t wanna work today. I’m still trying to catch up sleep and also alhaitham comes out today??? Just lemme play genshin and I’ll be happy today 😭 cause imma get him no matter what I tell u. Know I’m not gonna break 50/50 but that’s okay cause again, imma get him NO MATTER WHAT

Anyway, I really want a donut now otl and coffee

[twistedstxrs]

if eddie and cassie had a kid <3?

✪↬✘ @depictedblue​​​​ ✘↫✪

If they had a kid meme

Name: Londyn Astoria Munson

Gender: Female

General appearance: Five two, slim, blonde, amber brown eyes

Personality: She's sweet but fierce, doesn't take bullshit from anyone. Isn't afraid to speak her mind and go after what she wants, she's stubborn but loyal to anyone she cares about. She can be a bit over imaginative and way to curious for her own good, as well as very straightforward but she is also very intelligent. 

Special talents: She's flexible, can eat whatever she wants without gaining weight, good at solving puzzles, good at coming up with stories and can draw well enough to put life to them. She also humorous, can make anyone laugh without trying too hard.

Who they like better: Eddie

Who they take after more: Cassie

Personal headcanon: At a young age, Londyn had found a love for gymnastics and cheerleading. Had swore that she wanted to become a professional cheerleader or gymnastic when she grew up, that goal changed when her love over making up stories and drawing showed up. But ultimately decided she was going to both when she grew up because who said she couldn't? No one, that's who. She loves sharing her stories with her parents, loves watching the reactions to her work. So they are always the first to get a glimpse at her stories and drawings.

Face Claim: Kiernan Shipka

[archivedthesun]

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[moidynvarrey]

"O! Graih my chree, O! vel oo marym? O! graih my chree, O! vel uss dooisht? As mannagh noym yn graih my chree marym, Sheign dou eisht geddyn baase fegooish."

Love of my heart, oh! art thou with me? Love of my heart, art thou awake? And if I’ll not get my own heart’s love with me, Then I must die bereft of her.