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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@okwahkon
outofchara. find me . . . here.
hopethefangirl.
when u Achilles com home and make hte spagheti
iseektheholygrail.
➴ it is better to have faith in something than none at all.
maddragcn.
FRIENDLY REMINDER that mun doesn’t equal muse. thanks. :)))
bannerless.
@okwahkon
‘ feet off the coffee table, please. ‘
paternal instincts still run rampant. ratonhnhaké:ton—or, connor—is younger than some, older than others, but still young enough to be his son. he does not mean to belittle him in any way, but rather guide him in a fashion akin to a father. jack has no children. he does not need any when the youngest member of his team is only 19. this fatherly consternation extends to every member of the resurgence.
‘ if your cybernetics ever wear down, torby is the best engineer you’ll ever find. he’ll help you. ‘
ogling skyward ❪ a ceiling so . . . austere ❫, hazel maneuvered downcast at unclad feet preceding their removal. laconic vernacular seized his tongue -- secrecy a machete connor clasped to his HEART. ❝ . . . tor-- . . . oh. ❞ hard frown substituted his neutral visage. apprehension already published, the cyborg s e l d o m pushed open gates to unmask himself to everyone. toes curled & uncurled; left hand resting on correspondent knee, other lethargic on his seat. ❝ as of now, nothing has malfunctioned. the doctor necessitates a ten-year check up: i have another eight years to go. ❞
he exhibited no apparent conviction in the team, his presence among them reasonably new. yet communication decelerated to a comprehensible level around jack -- GRADUALLY, the boy will learn.
element1414.
New digital portrait ♥
Hope you like it! :3
acdaily.
Initial concepts for Connor’s rope dart glove and combat blade by William Wu.
HEY NOW UR A ROCKSTAR GET THE SHOW ON GET PAID
And all that glitters is goldOnly shooting stars break the mold
It’s a cool place and they say it gets colderYou’re bundled up now wait ‘til you get olderBut the meteor men beg to differJudging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thinThe water’s getting warm so you might as well swimMy world’s on fire. How about yours?That’s the way I like it and I’ll never get bored.
i realize now that it will take time, that the road ahead is long & shrouded in darkness. it is a road that will not always take me where i wish to go – & i doubt i will LIVE to see it end. but i will travel down it nonetheless. this is my compromise.
aquilaofarkham.
It makes me want to go home -- Could I ever call this place home?
senuaofficial.
(insp)
senuaofficial.
Assassin’s Creed III Appreciation Month! ❤ → Week 1
Favourite Overall Character.
deathrife.
invictus.
ivory gleam of fangs ; crimson blooms on snow
personals do not reblog
firaja.
On this land, I am torn.
esteljune.
My enemy is a notion.
Not a nation.
“nothing can hurt me now.”
five word prompt → ❪ closed ❫.
tawny orbs conveyed no implication of affinity to the lady’s PROCLAMATION, visage profoundly impassive notwithstanding perceived emotions. hands ruined by tree-climbing & confrontations perpetually chiseled into his cognizance adjusted leather brace, HIDDEN BLADE veiled by sullied robes. an ❪ intentional ❫ steady inhalation of air – upper lip twitched whilst jargon materialized from intimate thoughts.
❝ – however, it is a divergent sensation, buried deep inside. ❞ flashbacks to WILDFIRE – oh, how wood & plants & life diminished to cinders ! form shifted & the assassin stood, emitting mammoth-sized shadow visualized as a WOLF. ❝ rejection of surrounding feedback – presuming naught can change you, will only compel a cracked visage to come forth. do not internalize all your emotions: you won’t be able to RECOGNIZE YOURSELF when you gaze at your reflection. ❞