I'm not a soldier.

AUTOPLAY WARNING My name is Ayumu, and I'm just trying to survive. This is a Soldier Level blog. ABOUT || RULES || PROJECT STRIFE

[justasimplesoldier]

thinking i might archive this blog and remake ayumu .... still a strife oc, but with other aus n such as well, and give her a much needed update like i did the rest of the crew.

[oberonsson]

Dame Archer kicks McDougal’s Scots ass there in the rain at the Washington Midsummer Renaissance Faire - August 11, 2018 - Photo by Douglas Herring

[anarcho-wormism-deactivated2019]

😮

[garrettauthor]

Oh NO.

[treacleaergia]

me, a sheltered noblewoman: Pray who is that brave knight? Dame Archer:*turns around* me: gasp! *instantly in love*

[dirtyriver]

Alicia Archer

[ex-sang-uination]

my bi heart………

[ohmightysmiter]

I’VE NEVER SEEN THE ADDED PICS

[hrefnatheravenqueen]

[nyx-belial]

*dies*

[garrettauthor]

Oh shit.

[itseasytoremember]

about me

[hapless-hollow]

Oh this corrosive planet - spinning on its axle from hell. Hoisting a world of hollow souls and heart-eaten hatred. I can not help but feel sometimes, that you might do much better, to simply burn.

Helaena C Moon @ : http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via le-immorte)

[tackled]

via weheartit

[aureat]

you know that feeling when you’re out in nature at 5 or 6am and everything’s still quiet and the air still smells like night time and it’s fresh so you shiver a bit but then slowly the first rays of sun peak over the edge of the earth and everything is bathed in foggy, golden light and you just stand there watching the earth awaken.. if that’s not soothing idk what is

[justasimplesoldier]

mncrvs‌:

justasimplesoldier started following you

“H…Hewwo?” They’re a little quieter with this one, just testing the waters. 

“...?” What was that? She’s not quite sure what the other just said, but she does notice they’re extremely soft and fluffy. They look like meat! But talking! So they must be some other... monster? race? around?

“Hullo?” she replies, voice deep and full of uncertainty. There’s a little wave given. She means no harm! “Hullo!”

[stimman4000]

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[justasimplesoldier]

[softmonets]

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

[moldyjunk]

“It’s chaos. Be kind.”

[mywildloves]

We watched this the other day and I’ve never laughed and cried in one comedy special.

[combatboredom-deactivated201804]

“It’s chaos. Be Kind.” is my new life motto, honestly.

[bubbletea9420-blog]

[brownvenus]

Self love is constant. In every moment, there is opportunity. You can, at any time, make the decision to promote self care or do something that gets you closer to your goals. No one can be on 100 always but you can always begin again.

[tastefullyoffensive]

[justasimplesoldier]

masquerlaid:

    nature has much to offer ! he’s had his fill in all his life. hopes to gain more from it. to be raised around such nature and to be guided with the light of the stars and swell of moonlight has shaped lucio, even if he’s more like the sun. the sun has never guided him.   ‘    it is just lovely,    ‘   lucio replies, turning his head to peer at ayumu. it just is. he’s glad to take a second from looking. he always feels like the moon is watching, judging. jury and executioner.

She tilts her head a little, trying to let him know she’s listening while still studying the stars. It is lovely, absolutely stunning, and she wished she could reach up and touch them. What would they feel like? A prickle? A tickle? She smiles at the thought, head once more looking away from him so she could relax and contemplate the universe, completely unaware of much anything else besides his presence.

“I wish I could go up there, reach f’the stars. I wanna know wha’ i’s like, just t’be there.” She sits up slightly on her elbows, eyes locked on the large, luminous moon, "sometimes, I feel like there migh’ be someone on ‘ere starin’ right back a’ me... wonderin’ wha’ it’d be like if we switched places fer a day’re’som’in.”

[kintypethings]

Spacekin aesthetic To remind you of home

[justasimplesoldier]

“I dunno wha’ it is,” she hums, hands tucked over her stomach as she stares up at the sky. There’s stars starting to peek out from behind the moon among the darkening blue, “bu’ I c’n jus’ never get enough’a jus’ lookin’ at it.”