☆ dian ☆

obsidian lauridsen, 21. a pessimistic, narcissistic, almost vain sort of realist. #obsidianlauridsen sidebar art by zenopic @ dA

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[[ closes my eyes. im back. im a day late but im back. i’ll get to everything tomorrow i s w e a r ]]

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[[ yo just so yall know i'll be gone till monday afternoon so I won't be on! I have everything in my drafts and I'll get to it when I get back ♡ ]]

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posting this as a picture post fucks up the quality (like there’s any to fuck up lol) so!!!

i drew my son. [ ref ]

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✎ ★ & ✦ !!

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❥

❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

He probably wouldn’t even ask properly. If he could stop kissing someone he may say ‘come back to my place’ but he’s used to just kissing them out of the door and into his car.

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✎✉♥

he thinks the devil horns and tail are a nice touch.

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☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc)

OH GOD DAMN he’d throw the worst kind of parties. There’d be loads of alcohol and everything illegal. He’d definitely throw it at the night club he works at. It’d be like a rave. A really really really fun and illegal rave.

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☼ Favorite time of day

He’s always been a night owl. I’d probably have to say somewhere around midnight. /o/

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send me a: "✎" and i'll handwrite your url

send me a: "✉" and i'll handwrite a little message for you

send me a: "✈" and i'll handwrite the one place I most want to go

send me a: "★" and i'll handwrite my favorite color

send me a: "♥" and i'll draw you a picture

send me a: "☀" and i'll handwrite my favorite season

send me a: "✦" and i'll handwrite my favorite animal

send me a: "☮" and i'll handwrite my tumblr crushes

send me a: "♪" and i'll handwrite my favorite genre of music

send me a: "♫" and i'll handwrite my favorite singer or group

send me a: "✂" and i'll handwrite something I find attractive

send me a: "✔" and i'll handwrite my favorite movie

send me a: "✮" and i'll handwrite my favorite food

send me a: "☾" and i'll draw something of your choice

send me a: "☁" and i'll write something of your choice

send me a: "♕" and i'll write my favorite line from the song i'm listening to

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like this post in 20 in minutes if u wanna beat down. (ง ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)ว

but no really, if you’d like to thread something with this jackass, like this or message me. I’m not sure how long they’ll be but there’s no cap bc I’m a piece of shit w/ no life.

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reblogging from myself in case anyone else wants one!! i've knocked out the original 3 likes on the post ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง fighto

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♜ Interior decorating aesthetic

Oh my god he’d have the worst taste in the world. He looks like he walked straight from an Adam Lambert music video 24/7 and his house would probably look like the set of one only nothing would match. There’d be gothic furniture in mismatched colours and posters on the walls that didn’t match the colour scheme he’d have and it’d be a disaster. 

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He was praying to every god he didn’t believe in that today would be decent for him. Apparently being a stripper and sinning 24/7 didn’t sit right with any lord. Really, he had horrible luck and he was stupid for thinking it would be any different today. 

All he was trying to do is mind his own business and avoid people at all costs. Sadly, on the way back to his apartment he ran into the very last person he wanted to see. That girl that nearly broke his nose and nearly cost him his job. He came screeching to a halt on the sidewalk.

“Nicolette.” 

Ah, dammit. He didn’t mean to say her name out loud. See, it wasn’t that he hated her or had anything against her, it was the fact she scared the shit out of him. Scanning the area around him he desperately tried to find the safest escape route that would be most likely to prevent another ass kicking. 

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What a nice day to walk around and explore the town around him. Not. Sure, he grew up in a pretty hot and humid climate but there was just something about this day that didn’t sit right with whatever controlled his internal temperature. He was sweating and he felt disgusting. 

He was a little preoccupied since he was focusing on not bursting into flame so when he walked straight into another human he didn’t even realize it until he was sitting on his ass on the sidewalk.

“Hey asshole, watch where you-” 

Oh. It was a little girl. A little girl with an...eagle in her jacket? What the fuck is wrong with today. No matter how weird it was for him to register what just happened, it was a child so he decided it was best to be polite.

“Ah, sorry. Maybe it’s me who should watch where I’m going. Are you alright?” He stood rather quickly, brushed himself off, and leaned down a bit, extending a hand to help her up.

@anepithymitos

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Socializing wasn’t something Obsidian did unless he was forced to. He absolutely hated socializing, but he was all alone in this giant city and he figured he better find some friends before he found trouble or else he’d be in some deep shit. What better place to venture for friends than a coffee shop? Everyone- well, most people- liked coffee. Even if they weren’t a fan of beverages, everyone liked free wifi, so there was bound to be a lot of people around. 

Boy, he wasn’t wrong. The place was packed full of people and from the looks of it there wasn’t an empty table in sight so he had no choice but to socialize and hope someone was kind enough to allow him to sit with them. He waited in line and got his drink of choice- coffee with 2 spoons of sugar and no cream- before scanning the building to find his prey new acquaintance (he hoped.)

His gaze stopped on a pink haired girl who seemed to be engrossed in writing something down. It looked almost like a music staff from where he stood. Sauntering over to her, he stood behind the chair opposite her at the table meant for two. 

“Place is pretty packed. Do you mind if I join you here? I won’t bother you, I just want to sit down.” 

Liar. He was planning to bother the shit out of her and he knew it. Gotta rope them in and then go for the kill. Hopefully she was kind enough to agree and not kick his ass into next week.

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domestic headcanons meme!

Send a symbol to hear the following about my muse…

☾ Sleeping habits ☼ Favorite time of day ☂ Favorite weather ¿ Term for the TV device, whether it be “clicker”, “remote”, or something else ↪ Internet browsing activities ☹ Response to a leaky faucet or other household problem ♡ What their wedding invitations would look like ☃ What they wear around the house ♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them ♨ Their cooking ability (or lack thereof) ✂ How well they do yardwork (or blow up the lawnmower) ♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em ✧ How clean their living space is now, and/or would be ideally ♜ Interior decorating aesthetic ♘ Any pets they might have ☗ What you’d find in their cabinets ⚒ What you’d find in their toolshed (if they’d have one) ▀ What they’d hide under the bed ○ What tune their doorbell has, if not a standard ding-dong ☺ What their welcome (or not-so-welcome) mat would say ☻ How late they stay up ♒ If they do their laundry in a timely manner ☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) ✓ What a typical Tuesday night looks like ❥ How they’d invite you home for the night (yes, it could be a pickup line)

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He laughed lightly under his breath once he heard him speaking in French. He paused for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He didn’t really speak French.. but he heard people speaking it around his office, so he decided to give it a try.. no matter how badly it came out.

“Uhh.. Non, non. Je parle.. italien?” Entiral replied, yet it almost sounded like a question due to him being so uncertain. He laughed quietly under his breath.

“Sorry, sorry.. I probably just ruined that whole sentence.” He mused, completely amused that he even tried to speak French. Entiral finally sighed, looking up at the dart board. He shrugged before shaking his head.

“Uhh.. no.. I don’t have any darts on me. Sadly, I probably wont be very good in helping you read this damn map. I’ve never really been good with directions, but.. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.” The man admitted in defeat.

Entiral was silent for a moment, wondering what to do. He was fairly tired already, and he just wanted to sit down and relax for awhile.. but with his luck, that probably wasn’t going to happen soon. Besides.. it had been quite awhile since he had talked to someone about something other than work.

“Maybe we.. should just walk around until we find what we’re looking for.. Maybe?” Entiral timidly asked with a look of uncertainty on his face.

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“Italian, huh? I’ve never met anyone who spoke that. Your french was good for someone who doesn’t speak it.”

It was such a horrible thing to hear that this random stranger didn’t have any darts on him. By this point he normally would have considered the other useless to his cause, but he supposed he might be handy to have around.  

“I guess you’re right. We both have no idea where to find what we’re looking for. Do you go on adventures like this with strangers often or am I an exception?”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pushed himself away from the lamp post and began walking in the direction he didn’t come from. With any luck he’d be able to find a sporting goods store. With great luck, he’d be able to find his way home. 

“You’re going to have to walk and not stand around if you want to keep up, you know.” He called over his shoulder, not bothering to look back to see if Entiral was still standing or in fact walking with him.

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     Next stop, the library. Rei Ayanami promised herself that she would take a look at a couple of titles Shinji recommended her read. Fresh reading material is definitely worth leaving her safe, warm, comfortable room.

  The pilot entered the _Statice _Library, and immediately started searching. Slowly she worked alphabetically through the library, enjoying the

quiescent atmosphere, something that she found rare to find in public. Rei picked up a book here and there, either being reminded of the title in which her fellow eva pilot recommended or simply having it piqued her interest. 

  After a good while, she was carrying two books too many in a stack, still searching for a final book that particularly stuck out to her from her to-read list. She skimmed through books, finding the section in which represented the initial letter of the author’s last name.

                                                        It must be here somewhere-

There. Out of the corner of her eye, Rei spotted on a spine of a book the name she was looking for. 

                              But now she faced a new obstacle. 

                                                          A tall man by far was standing directly in the way. He seemed to be examining the row on top of it, so Rei didn’t even have the opportunity to sneak in to steal her book of choice. Ugh.

Rei had time. She decided to stand there and wait, without any verbal indication. Of course, this did not seem creepy in any way to the first child.

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No matter how much time passed, he just couldn’t kick his old habit of reading anything and everything about certain subjects. That’s how he found himself in the library, scanning through books rather quickly. It didn’t matter how many times his eyes darted over the shelves, he just seemed to be unable to find what he was looking for. 

Was he just horrible at spelling? Was it gone? Did the library not have it? It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what it looked like- the main reason he was in here was because he remembered reading it in high school. The furrow in his brow grew the longer he looked and after a few minutes of standing in the exact same spot looking on the exact same shelf, he sensed someone next to him. 

He stood there a few more moments, waiting to see if the feeling would go away. When it didn’t, he shifted his gaze to the side and saw it was a young girl with a pile of book far too high for her to carry all at once. Her eyes seemed to be focused on a book the shelf below the one he was searching.

“Ah, sorry. Am I in the way?” 

He normally would have moved out of the way for her to get what she needed and they both would have gone their separate ways, but the pile of books she had looked rather wobbly and it would be embarrassing for them to topple to the floor in front of another person. He would know, it happened to him a lot in his youth. However, he didn’t point his observation out to her. Perhaps he’d offer his assistance.