#i hope this is okay :D

[livedtough]

@firejugglinghobo said: ' how do you know my name? '

↣ VARIOUS QUESTIONS

"It's my job."

He doesn't mean to be flippant, but that's the truth. It is his job. Knowing things, understanding them, that's what he does. Knowing someone's name is the least of them. He could get more specific, if the man wanted him to, but that's a long line of questioning and searching that was far less interesting in practice than it was in idea.

"Does that bother you?"

[naturiisms]

@xallmywolvesx // melissa, l'arte district art walk

the month of may in denver had easily been filed away in ayanna's favorites, much due to the art walk hosted each weekend. the rich art culture was among her biggest deciding factors when packing up and getting to the next town, and so far, it hadn't disappointed. walking up to a particularly large arrangement of paintings, ayanna stopped and hummed in admiration to themselves. looking over their shoulder, they noticed the presence of another, flashing a smile before returning their focus to the paintings in front of them. "i love how they're connected through the frames. like the artist is telling an amassment of small stories that all collect into one big one."

[deceivesthem]

@ruinedmyself liked for a starter

"i found him out by the road the other day," he explains, holding a small dog. "i've named him Goose cause that's what he sounds like. sorry if he tried to bite you, he get's excited when he sees new people." Goose has been a wonderful addition to his home life, but unfortunately because of his injury, the dog has gone everywhere with him and it makes it both hard and exhausting to deal with people (they either want to see the dog and force Oliver into communication or they want nothing to do with him and Goose is the one who forces them into communication. it's tiring.)

[showduo]

hello, @lovedew ! a one-liner starter for you. ♡

            " no way, are you serious ? this can't be legal under any circumstances. "

[loneewolfe]

@shadowbrn's aki sent: " pull ( sender pulls receiver’s hair gently ) " ( ' the five senses ' )

max is just about asleep, face in aki's shoulder as the other boy plays gently with his hair. it's quiet, warm, and it's easy for him to relax. in aki's play, he tugs gently on max's hair, and it draws a low, content hum out of him, head turning to kiss the side of aki's neck. "mm, hi."

[thagyann]

❝ not exactly a calming presence, are you? ❞ (for sukuna!)

HE COMES WITH MIRTH LICKING HIS LIPS TO COIL HIS TONGUE IN THE NAME OF BEDLAM ˇ˚ what had time said about him ? the devil was he , barbaric was his hunger . low bearing fruit on a tree of hellish bark . mouthing off to fate . and thus his teeth come on man . peeling faith to sit his laughter up against the knowledge that he ( THE WHORE OF RUIN ) was the truest image to their god. he goes to the boy body resting on a pedestal of bodies presuming themselves anything but fodder for quips. what he is an answer , day of judgment brought to a people that lie themselves to bed on holiness that turly shuns them. he , he , he , goes the world KNEELING ITS MOUNTAINS FOR WHAT IT KNOWS TO THE BE CURRENT OF THE END.

" why should i dim myself for the those that have never turly been anything ?? @hiircgi "

[hishouse]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYOU    FIXATE    ON    HER    BAVERY    -    BEMUSED    BY    HOW    SHE    ATTEMPTS    TO    ORCHESTRATE    YOUR    FALL.        timbre    ripe    of    rage    -    trying    to    skin    you    down    to    the    bone    ,    shuffles    skin    tight    on    a    decree    of    emotions    defined    proper    .        this    is    an    arena    of    a    man    and    a    sword    in    belief    it    had    found    a    tyrant    .        and    thus    you    build    yourself    over    -    slipping    lies    into    the    back    corners    of    alleyways.    an    imposition    of    sight    over    change        -    miming    you    a    god    in    decline.        and    so    you    fix    your    veneer    -        playacting    softness    when    you    are    rather        STRICKEN    BY    A    WANT    TO    SILENCE    HER.        you    are    not    a    man    -    you    know    that    but    why    expose    your    monstrousness.        why    tickle    the    fancy    of    something    not    quite    common    when    you    could    have    her    in    your    palm    ,    like    a    good    little    soldier    .        and    so    you    think    to    to    understand    her    -    to    quell    the    need    to    steal    yourself    away    -.        and    you    count    your    blessings    for    you    are    a    god    always    given    what    you    may    need.        and    so    you    take    this    as    you    took    the    stars    -    rotting    time    and    feeding    it    to    hope    .    OBFUSCATING        EVERYTHING    YOU'VE    DONE    AND    EVERYTHING    YOU    WILL    BE    .            for    if    she    was    here    to    unravel    you,    you’d    do    the    same    to    her.        

ㅤㅤ"    WHY    i    don't    know    what    you    @ow1et    mean    -    i    am    but    a    humble    man    of    no    consequence    .    "

[waterslit]

“ you were born under unlucky stars. “ / for nahar !

YOUR MOUTH SPLITS , IMPOSING LAUGHTER ON A DEADBEAT TEMPERAMENT. TONGUE HALF DAZED AND. PERCHING ON A UNEVEN FACE DISMAYED BY HER QUIP. - you tap your fingers against your wrist counting the thrum of your scattered essence in the body of a hybrid you currently possessed . you are in a settlement of choler - the green eyed breath of jealousy watching your heart turns your teeth to whetted demands.

your story open s out of itself. layering you in a tight knit of anguish. the fact of the matter was THAT YES YOU WERE UNLUCKY ! you had wanted and you had waged a war for it, only to come out having lost everything . body torn asunder in the pits of some distant water only to be drank down by a woman who'd come undone. and so you were in this fragmented body two-thirds of what you had once been chewing on your tongue as to not catch the attention of death. you had feasted on a era only to become times laughing stock. you are clearing your throat trying to make a place between the past and the present in which you. can MAKE A RETURN AS THE GOD-FIGURE YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN.

" and what of it my lady ( @vairuler ) ? do you have some remedy for this ill ? " '

you want to trace her boldness , to have it linger between your tongue and teeth as though both something sweet and something to ruin . how long has it been that someone has challenged you ? and so you put yourself up to face her eye to eye like a beast knowing it would soon be free.

[artofalassa]

The Lightning

Wolfwood lives. I said so. Here's part one of the AU.

Part TWO

[1071png]

me and the bestie

[livedtough]

@himbovillains liked this (for tim!)

"I told you to call."

He's ushering the man into his apartment, eyes glancing over his back to search the hall for anyone that might see them. He can't say he's unhappy to see him, but he's certainly frustrated. (Fear masked as frustration has always been easier to deal with than fear itself.) If they're going to do this, which Hawk thinks he would like to, he needs the rules to be followed. If they're not, then he'll drop it. Without thought, without hesitation.

"What is it, Skippy?"

[naturiisms]

@dadiism // kai, night and dine !

it was a long time habit of marco's to be earlier than necessary anywhere he was going. his father had always instilled in him that to be on time is to be late, and so, he was at the diner a whole twenty minutes earlier than the agreed upon time. he didn't find it to be a problem, though, instead delighted in the fact that he'd managed to get them a nice booth by the window so they could watch the cars pass as they ate their lunch. it had been some time since he'd had a chance to get out and catch up with a friend. the afternoon was one he'd been looking forward to, excited to relax and enjoy a good meal. marco shrugged off his jacket and got settled into the booth, pulling out his phone to shoot kai a text. "hey!" he started, "just got here. i know i'm early, no rush. got us a booth though! just head back when you get here." and sent it off, waiting for kai's arrival.

[wienners]

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon is gengar. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. he ate a baby. his animal motif is a rabbit. hes kind of based off donnie darko. he talks to his cats in a baby voice. he wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. hes 5'3. he hacked a girls tumblr blog. he added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. he named a chainsaw rex. he torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. his name comes from an animal collective song. theres a canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". Hes like ten tumblr sexymen traits rolled into one. His actor has gone on record saying heath ledgers joker inspired his acting choices. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like bill ciphers first year on HRT. For some fucking reason i associate the song cake by the ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

[thagyann]

" you'd better hurry! you'll miss all of the festivities if you dally any longer. " ( from hong yen to sylvia!! )

she      smiles            lazed      limbs            straight      ,            bringing      her      body      to      rise      after      the      other      toward      the      festivities      .            steps      quick      to      keep      after      the      concerned      -      as      though            she      were      something      fantastical.        like            a            cool      hand            to      bear      the      change      of      time.                  it      was      to      be      said      that                  she      was      delighted      to      be      amongst      the      rush.        𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎      𝚠𝚊𝚜      𝚊      𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖      𝚝𝚘            𝚝𝚑𝚎      𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍      𝚒𝚗      𝚓𝚘𝚢      ,         𝕟𝕖��𝕟      𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥      𝕒𝕟𝕕      𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥      𝕠𝕟      𝕚𝕥𝕤      𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥.          as      though      it      were      GRABBING      AT      STARS      TO       REST A   GOOD DAY    amongst      the      toil      of      everyday.                  yet      for      death      to      turn            herself      human      ,            meant            rebecoming      from      the      inside      out.                  she      was      not      like      others      for      whom          𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴      𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰      𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺      𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆            𝗱𝗶𝗱      𝗻𝗼𝘁      𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲   .                  she      would      go      out            as      she      had            always      done      a      bit      of      herself      and      a      bit      more      human            ,            but      things      had      been      different      and      so      she      had      tried      to      stay      hidden.                  but      to      be      asked      to      come      with      such      gusto      brought      her      out      of      herself.            maybe      it      was      time      for      death      to      deal      in      his      game.      

“                        i      am      coming      .      @auco            would      it      be      so      bad      to      see      the      lines      shorter      though      ?      “            she      keeps      her      rhythm            softer      ,                        following      after      as      though      she      were      still      light      and      lithe      ,            and      not      bogged      down      by      the      crassness      of      a      life      now      put      in      the      pulse      of      a      ever-effected      fate.            

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

[beaulesbian]

One Piece ep. 260 || "Even a monster like him isn't the leader of the group?"

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