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Are we here? Who knows
Is Az awake? Yes and hes... feral.
I hope you know we had everything And you broke me and left these pieces
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I know I haven’t really been around. Shit happened. Mental health and physical health are recently on the piss and a new job sucked all tge drive outta me
And when i finally have desire to write again… its for a totally different fandom and i feel like im abandoning friends again.
the-composer:
He held steadfast, both in mind and manner, as she went through the motions.
He’s only grateful she didn’t go for the other cheek.
“…” He looked upon her with open curiosity that bordered on wonder, but his thoughts remained under the surface until they finally broke with the breaching of the distance between them as Joshua boldly takes her face in his hands…
“She’s beautiful.” He leans down to plant a kiss on her brow, radiating a sense of warmth and sincerity only a handful of blessed people would ever receive – even if it’s brief, it’s no chance occurrence. “I hope I get to see her again.”
Fear rises as he suddenly closes the distance, and she wishes she could step back, but all she can do is stand still as a statue and try not to panic.
Then he cups her face and kisses her forehead.
The world suddenly feels like its very very far away, and the only thing left is them in the emptiness. There’s a voice in her head, angry and bitter and hurt, trying to yell that he’s lying that She is ugly and undeserving but for the moment... she ignores it.
For the first time in her life she feels seen and the sudden wave of relief that washes over her is enough to bring tears to her eyes, threatening to overspill. She grabs his wrists, holding him in place so his hands are still on her face and just closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling for the moment.
“You asshole...”
The insult is quiet, and suddenly she feels very tired and drained. She lets go of him, and tips forwards slowly, resting her head on his chest, her eyes closed.
“Only you would think She’s beautiful. “
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Fuck Leche.
Fucking changling I swear.
and you say you’re a fae :”>
I JUST STEAL NAMES I DONT CHANGE MY FACE A MILLION TIMES THANK YOU VERY MUCHLY YOU LITTLE FUCKER
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Fuck Leche.
Fucking changling I swear.
Oh also its my birthday next wednesday
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lurks here
i recently started a new job and my brain has all been wonky before hand because of growing frustration and stagnation.
but im ognna try and refocus here because i miss you guys.
Muses are being quiet rn though so I have no idea
abstractreign:
Wait, really?
He furrowed his brows and squinted, returning the other’s puzzled expression. “…That’s none of your business. But, hold on. Are you saying it’s possible that you won’t get in any trouble for this? Not even a little—” he made a flicking motion with his fingers— “on the wrist?”
Not that he was that surprised with the notion that murder was actually among the least of the Higher Plane’s concerns, but…
Joshua crossed his arms and started to pace about uneasily. “And,” he paused, still looking ahead of him, but pointing a finger at the other as he did so, “how certain are you of that possibility? That they don’t ‘care enough’, as you so put it?”
“They’ve yet to give me a ‘flick on the wrist’ if that’s what you’re alluding to.”
He gives a heart hearted shrug, wiping blood from his hands onto his pants. He could just make himself clean, or seemingly so, but it doesn’t bother him as much as it seems to bother anyone else.
He turns his focus back to Joshua as he paces, although he’s listening to the gentle symphony of the city about them more clearly then he could before.
“I have been doing this for.... a while. And they have yet to stop me. I do wonder if they’re curious about what killing your selves would do to an angel, seraph or not.
...Your city has a different song then mine. It’s beautiful.”
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abstractreign:
He took a step closer, cocking out his head in a rather bird-like manner.
Joshua was so well acquainted with death and violence that he could refer to both of them by their names alone. No, it wasn’t the gruesome scene before him that had troubled him— he had bore witness to countless scenes like it, even before he learned how to read.
No. It was the potential aftermath. He was not in the mood for another squabble of the Higher Plane variety. Not right now, no thank you.
“What I want,” he gave a long sigh as he pressed his fingers against his temple, “is for you to not make such a mess in my ward.”
“If you must go about—” he gestured loosely at the being— “whatever your business is, can’t you go about it less conspicuously? Or, better yet, why not go about it in a district that hasn’t caught enough attention from Them already?”
It’s actually a first that someone is reprimanding him for doing this instead of just reprimanding him for the very concept of it and he’s so confused and put off that he does turn, mirroring the composer in the head tilt.
He stands there, barely moving for a long moment almost as if he’d turned to marble, trying to process what was just said.
“...What else has happened here that got Their attention? I can assure you they won’t come down on you for this. They’ve yet to actually catch me yet. Part of me wonders if they actually care enough to make any movement in the concept.”
leoxcantus:
❝ Oh well, I was given some of these, but I don’t have much a sweet tooth for them. ❞ He replied, hold out a small beg with a couple chocolates bars in it. ❝ So I thought maybe you’d want em. ❞
“Ohhh! Chocolate!”
Her face lights up and she dashes over, taking the bag from him. She stands on her tip toes to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you~ You’re so sweet to me.”
THIS IS HALLOWEEN!
Playful spooky starters, I guess.
‘It’s called ‘carving a pumpkin’, NAME, not ‘brutal pumpkin murder’. Show some decorum and seasonal goodwill.’
‘Yes, well, the only thing frightening at the present is how you’re holding that carving knife.’
‘If it’s any consolation, I promise not to ghost you when the season’s over.’
‘Halloween is for five-year-olds, and overgrown ones too.’
‘Can too much candy corn actually rot your teeth or was my dentist just trying to drum up October business?’
‘How about I treat you to a dinner?~’
‘Why does every costume have to be sexy? I don’t want to be sexy, I want to be the reason why the night is feared, muhahahahaha!’
‘Don’t be afraid of him; he’s still a Chihuahua, even if he’s wearing a lion costume for the occasion. He just has loftier aspirations at this time of year, that’s all.’
‘Your neck looks delicious, my dear. I mean…uh…you look delicious.’
‘My dad still insists on trick or treating with me every year in coordinated outfits, and I’m a fully grown adult.’
‘You dressed up as Santa Claus last Halloween and told everyone that you were the Ghost of Christmas Present. That is why you’re not invited this year.’
‘Theoretically, do you think brewing up a pot of special edition neon-green slime is honouring the season adequately, or would that breach workplace regulations if I tipped it over the boss?’
‘Are you crazy?! I’m not answering that door! That’s exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and –’
‘It’s just a kid dressed up as a watermelon, NAME. Chillax, will you?’
‘The entire office are a bunch of vampires? Well, I know they like to gossip and suck the life out of you, but I think that’s going a bit far…’
‘I don’t see a difference, actually. You’re a clown for the majority of the year.’
‘Is it acceptable to buy a jumbo bag of trick-or-treat candy and eat the lot myself while cuddled up under a blanket watching Twilight? Asking for a friend.’
‘Woah, scary. Oh, you’re not wearing a costume yet? My bad.’
‘Has…has NAME really come dressed as the Titanic? I have a sinking feeling about this party.’
‘What would actually happen if you did say ‘boo’ to a ghost? I’ve often wondered.’
‘The scariest thing about this party is the dirt cheap alcohol, just saying.’
‘It’s fine, it’s just a spooky clock chiming at the incorrect time while all of the lights are off and there’s strange footsteps creeping up the stairs.’
‘Someone egged the house again, dear. The neighbour’s house, that is. Ours apparently deserved rotten tomatoes, instead.’
‘I can’t come in to work today. I’m a certified emergency ghost buster.’
‘Well, I also can’t come in to work today. I’ve been bitten by a vampire.’
‘Oh, very funny NAME. The white sheet ‘ghost’ trick only works the first time you do it, you know. NAME, that’s enough! Uh – NAME…?’
‘Holy macaroni!!! There really is a ghost!’
‘Some people take the whole event a little too far.’
‘NAME decided to dress up as Batman and follow all of the clowns around the neighbourhood, pretending they’re the Joker. That’s one way of handling that, I suppose.’
‘Ah, here we go: the yearly observance of Fireworks Week, right on cue.’
‘It’s ALIVE! …I mean, good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?’
‘Now the real horror begins: the hangover. Ugh.’
‘Here’s to surviving Halloween for another year!’
Brain has been [Bass Boosted Tales of Dominica by Lil Nas at full volume] basically all day.
@leoxcantus asked ; ❝ Pixie princess, You around? ❞
Her head pops out from round the backdoor to the storage room as his voice rings out in the shop. She hadn’t heard him even enter but she had been waist deep in a box.
“Oh, Mini-moto! What do you want?”
— Castle by Halsey