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@duckieruins
How It's Made: *literally anything*
me: :o
Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone
What ringtone my muse has set for yours:
What contact photo my muse has set for yours:
What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:
How quickly my muse responds to your texts:
How often our muses text:
How often our muses call:
Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:
Last text sent from my muse to yours:
END OF EVENT CHAT! Fireworks show!
Cute Starters
"I'm glad your home."
"How was work?"
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"Get back in bed."
"Hey, I have a cold sore! Don't kiss me!"
"My favorite character died..."
"What's your favorite flower?"
"I'm baking a cake for us!"
"Happy Anniversary, ___"
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
"Will you cuddle with me?"
"I had a bad day."
"Can't we just stay in bed today?"
"Please?"
"Don't make me use puppy-dog eyes!"
"Don't use the puppy-dog eyes!"
"Let's watch a Disney movie together..."
"Do you love me?"
"Will you marry me?"
"May I have this dance?"
"My back still hurts. Will you rub it?"
"Get up! It's morning!"
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"You look a bit tired, why don't you just stay home today?"
"I'll take care of you."
Liz smiled down at her camera, leaning over it to shield it from the light rain that plicked against the back of her head. She had taken several pictures of her newly adopted cat (still currently dubbed as “He-Man”), various plants around town, and some of the shops. The photographer had been reviewing these photos, choosing which ones to keep and which to toss, when a frisbee smacked against her forehead, causing her to nearly drop her camera.
Confused, Elizabeth looked up to find the source from which the disc came, only to find a dog barreling towards her. A dog!! Despite just having a plastic disc knocked into her head, the sight of a dog had not failed to bring a smile to her face. She grinned, picking up the frisbee from next to her feet and holding it out. “Is this yours, lil’ bud?”
Mitch gave a bark in response, as if to say “Yes! Yes It Is My Frisbee! Throw It!” and took off running as if she had already thrown it.
“Shit, I’m sorry ma’am, didn’t see you there. Is your head okay? I know a wonderful nurse a the hospital if you need it checked out” Jack shouted as he ran closer. His eyes pleaded to not report him, “I’m so sorry!”
She laughed aloud, waving her hand dismissively. “No, no! Don’t worry about it, mister!” Liz removed the camera strap from around her neck and carefully put the camera in its case as she spoke. “I’m not really that hurt, but I’ll probably have a bruise where I was hit. Nothing serious, you know?” Once the camera was away, the photographer stood up. With one hand she rubbed her forehead, while she held the other out to shake hands. Smacking somebody with a frisbee probably wasn’t the best way to meet someone, but it certainly was a way. “My name’s Elizabeth, by the way. If you want to, though, you could call me Liz.”
Kia
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(SHE IS VERY PRETTY,,, Liz really likes her hair and clothes!)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(Duckie likes hanging out with her and swapping clothes/outfits!)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(No thanks!!)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗(Well, she is pretty and nice… but in all honesty, she’s kinda like a big sister.)
Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:
[text] I need you so bad right now
[text] They know.
[text] I know everything.
[text] OH FUCK OH FUCK
[text] ARE YOU TRYING TO SEXT ME?
[text] Make sure you’re alone- I don’t want anyone else seeing what I’m about to sent you.
[text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!
[text] We need to talk
[text] I don’t want to talk about it
[text] The bed is definitely broken beyond repair…
[text] Delete my number
[text] Either way I’m going to make you scream my name by the end of the night
[text] Come over in the next 5 minutes, or not at all
[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone
[text] I th unk drink? Help me can home?!!!!! :xx)
[text] You free tomorrow?
[text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine
[text] I don’t think you understand just how big his dick is!!!
[text] Thanks to you, the new neighbours now know my name xxx
[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?
[text] What’s the dress code?
[text] Black, red w/ lace or sheer white????
[text] I know you said not to clean your room, but it was filthy- also for future reference, hide that in your sock draw and not under your pillow next him.
[text] YOU SAID THE BITES WEREN’T EVEN THAT VISIBLE?!?! MY BOSS HAS JUST GIVEN ME A SCARF TO COVER UP MY NECK FOR BEING “INAPPROPRIATE”
[text] I hear a celebration is in order?!
mi closed
Elek held his pose until Elizabeth cried out in alarm. “What? Mi? Mi!?” He rose and looked around, pupils narrowing into thin slits in apprehension. He stopped breathing to hear better and turned his head in either direction to pick up a sound. He didn’t hear anything out of the usual. “Liz,” he started, anxious expression fading to mild unease. “You good? I don’t hear nothing babe.” He stepped away from the dresser and stood next to her, giving the dusty room a curious glance.
“What did it sound like? A bird?” There were a few holes in the roof, and the small house provided pretty good shelter from the constant rain, there were probably other forest creatures living in here too. He heard the quiet chirp of something small and four legged against the wooden floor and smiled, bending down to rustle through a stack of boxes. “It’s just a mouse probably! See? There’s a small trail of-” Something whizzed past Elek’s ear faster than he could recoil and he froze, nails digging into the rotting floorboards as a loud thunk sounded somewhere from behind the both of them.
Elizabeth became increasingly nervous as Elek stopped speaking. “El...? A trail of what?” She slowly turned to look at him, but her focus was taken off of him by a flash out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes widened as she looked over at the source: light from the window reflected off the blade of a knife, stuck into one of the doors of the wardrobe. That certainly hadn’t been there before. Had it been thrown? Surely Elek hadn’t thrown it, but if he didn’t, and nobody else had been in the house, then who did?
As much as she didn’t want it to, a thought crossed her mind, and it almost seemed to make sense. What if it was somebody who was there, but couldn’t be seen? Duckie’s knees locked together, and she brought her hands up closer to her face. The thought of supernatural beings being near her with the intent to harm was terrifying to her. Perhaps if she simply didn’t believe they were there, and her friend didn’t either, then it actually wouldn’t be there, right?
“Ah... Um... Elek? You don’t believe in ghosts, do you?”
No photos allowed
Ah fuck. It looked like Charlotte’s ego had overclocked her common sense. “Shit, you’re not a fuckin journo. I mean uh… I’m real sorry. I thought you were a journalist. Y’know, taking pictures for some buil dust entertainment website. Shit like that gets me spewin’, know what I mean?”
In fact, as soon as the words left her mouth, Charlotte realized that this girl would have no bloody idea what the fuck she was talking about. She grinned sheepishly. “My slang comes through pretty thick when I’m riled up. Sorry about that.” She really needed to drop that habit, but years of people telling her that it made her seem even cooler didn’t help her kick that.
She paused for a moment and looked at the girl carefully. “Hold on a minute… You don’t recognize me or nothing? Just decided to take a picture because it looked good. I mean, I’m flattered either way, but you could ask first.”
Oh.
Oh dear.
Is this somebody she should have recognized? Maybe somebody she knew from high school, or a distant family member? Somebody famous, perhaps? Liz racked her brain, attempting to recognize the other’s face. After a few seconds, though, she gave up on trying to remember her, certain that she’d never seen her before. Duckie rubbed the back of her neck, smiling in a semi-nervous manner. “Yeahhhh, I’m really sorry about not asking you before hand. But I don’t think I remember seeing you anywhere..."
It felt rude to simply leave it at an ‘I don’t know who you are’ and not say anything afterwards. Perhaps she could turn the situation around and move off the topic of unauthorized photos. “Oh, but don’t worry- I could start recognizing you right now, you know?” Liz took on an attitude of optimism, quickly throwing on a genuine smile. Hoping for a handshake and an introduction, she stuck out her hand. “My name’s Elizabeth Ruins, but you could just call me Elizabeth! Or Liz, if you’d like!!” She tilted her head to the side a bit before asking “And who are you?”
((I will absolutely respond to all the things I need to today!! I apologize for everything being so late!!))
((Hey buds, today’s my birthday!! Because of this, I’ll likely be busy all day. I’ll do my best to reply to everything I need to tonight, though! I hope everybody has a fantastic day!!! ✿))
I think I found the duck graveyard
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Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
send me a symbol
웃: what my muse would leave to people in their will
♛: the pettiest thing my muse has ever done
★: five things most people don't know about my muse
☄: the last five Googles searches my muse made
✉: the last five text messages my muse sent
☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse?
☣: how would my muse fare in the hunger games?
☠: how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them
♂: three names my muse might name their son
♀: three names my muse might name their daughter
♫: my muse's five favorite songs
☤: the last time my muse went to the hospital and why
▽: the first job my muse ever had
☃: what my muse does when it snows
☎: the last person my muse made a phone call to and why
♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done
➹: what my muse would do on their 21st birthday if they had all the money in the world
☞: five things my muse is good at
☜: five things my muse sucks at
✄: what my muse would say to the mun if they had the opportunity