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* // 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 : 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! a dash, mutuals & 18+ only, multiverse & multiship roleplay blog for zero ninety-nine, a fandomless original character worshipped by ASTRAË / ©
𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂 (𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆...) / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 / 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆
don't know if there's still anybody here but i remade months ago and am slowly coming back, for good this time. i've been writing again and i feel comfortable coming back, for real this time, as long as my brain allows it. find me over @rootkill
don't know if there's still anybody here but i remade months ago and am slowly coming back, for good this time. i've been writing again and i feel comfortable coming back, for real this time, as long as my brain allows it. find me over @rootkill
yoooooo, guess who's back ?
slowly remaking over there, won’t be active right away because of all the work i still have to do for college, this year is really kicking my ass but i guess that’s what happens when you study for a master’s degree...
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𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 by the name of abel arden. this blog explores the themes of girlhood & godhood, loss & sacrifice, loss of innocence / rebirth, and fighting for love. triggering content may be present. written by lea.
Do you want this? Can you handle this? Do you want the war that comes with this skin? Well, come here then.
— Shauna Barbosa, from “Self-Proclaimed Sad Boy,” Cape Verdean Blues
(i’m not built for love, i’m not good enough)
hiiii we have written together before in the past on and off and i just want to say i always appreciated how nice and kind you were to me,and others in general. you're genuine and sweet and incredibly talented and i will always admire your oc. she's always been one of my favorites and its nice to see you on the dash getting the love and support you deserve❤
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
hi i just want you to know that you're such a talented, sweet, and beautiful person with so much passion and creativity; you're such an inspiration! you're a beacon of light that deserves all the good and success in the world - keep being you lil cheeseball, i love you so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
I LOVE U SO MUCH. your writing is incredible, you’re such a good n supportive friend, and you always push me to b my best self both in writing & ooc. you truly are one of my favorite people and my favorite blogs on tumblr. <3
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
i don’t think we’ve spoken but i adore you & would love to plot with you! 🥺💜
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.
*breaks the law* *duct tapes it back together*
@soulfulmuses / mari
door swings open and mari can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat. god, she’s missed you. hands itch to reach forward, to grab you and pull herself right into the crook of your neck where she belongs. but she doesn’t. even now, vulnerability is as hard as ever. her cigarette is plucked from her teeth, a cherry tongue moving to wet chapped lips. she flicks ash onto the floor, shifting in her spot almost uncomfortably as ninety - nine’s shock splashes onto her like a wave. ‘ no — no hello, i miss – missed ya? ‘ a scoff, and a shake of her head. ‘ been locked u – up, you know me. ‘ a gesture to her hospital bracelet, and a nonchalant shrug. ‘ gotta keep th – things interesting some – some – somehow. ‘
all this time, & ninety-nine hasn’t realized ( or, rather, wished to admit ) how much she’s missed you / how much she fucking loves you — until now. &, as the initial shock fades away to give way to pure, unaltered euphoria accompanied by relief / she can’t suppress the urge to pull you into her arms / ( desperately ) holding you closer & tighter than she ever has before ( as if terrified you’d just disappear into thin air — again ! ). it very well might be the first time she’s ever let her affection towards you show in such an ostensible & gentle manner / usually burying it underneath layers upon layers of cold & often cruel apathy / choosing, instead, to lay her vulnerability bare, for you & the world to witness. “ what the hell did you do this time ? ”
tolast / ellie
teasing as a means of suppressing, denying as a means quelling the range of intensity, the fervor in their emotion, beating so soundly — no, rapidly — at the mid of their heart. “ pfft, good! ‘cause i was about to say — you totally look like you’re making googly eyes at me right now. it’s kind of — ” cute. “ — dumb. ” oh my god. even under the dim lighting, the gradual reddening to ellie’s cheeks is as bright as the setting sun; as noticeable as a ripened tomato — and they certainly hate the stupid plant all the more for it. did i… a sobering thought, unavoidable. (thinking is ellie’s worst enemy; thinking, overthinking… isn’t it all just the same?) really just say that?
i’m such a fucking idiot.
ninety-nine can sense it / that tension gradually filling the air / so thick you could cut through it with a knife ! yet she’s unable to pinpoint its source / unable to decipher its meaning / convinced that the feelings she has for you could never be reciprocated / her love, doomed to be unrequited. & so, she chalks it all up to her own discomfort / unwilling to see the truth even when it’s staring her right in the face. cheeks set aflame by undisclosed desires / her heart threatening to spring from her chest / she chuckles, again, even more nervously than before. “ i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, ” she outright denies / avoiding your gaze / terrified that her own might ( once more ) give her away.