SOOTHSAYER (ap)

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sbahjed replied to your post “     i need somebody to angst with me”

me me me me

dOYO U HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT UR ASKING FOR

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Reblog if you’re the family witch

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qserasera:

otp sparring: nice

otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent

the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g: I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT

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     i need somebody to angst with me

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sermna:

sermna:

Rose, who lives on the barest of means, who speaks gibberish sometimes and who once stuck her fingers in a fire and pulled them out glowing red and next time her fingers were seen they were fine but for faint circles that look like they were left by tentacles? But that’s dumb, there’s not an ocean for miles-

I’m seriously invested in non-Sburb Rose, particularly a Rose who flirts with the vast unknown- a Rose who, for all her studies into the cosmically horrible, has no actual clue what’s wrong with her. Sometimes she vomits gallons upon gallons of salt water, and it’s only on closer inspection that she find that it’s invested with tiny, pearl-white eggs clumped together in sticky globs. She’s unclean, so horribly, horribly unclean, but nothing can stop the tirades of gibberish and visions. Sometimes, if the lighting is right, she fancies her skin gray and her eyes black, and there’s a stab of horror at how utterly alien she is before she realizes that no, no she is fine. She dabbled in black magic and in return became messenger of the Old Ones, the horrorterrors, but she has no context in which to know them, no reason to suspect they exist aside from the tentacled arms that sometimes thrash and thrive in place of her organs.

Rose Lalonde, a dark and withdrawn curiosity, slowly falling into the dark and brackish waters in which reside the gods she never quite believed in.

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Spades Slick ==> Aesthetic

❝ What are you WAITING for?

                              DRAW, SPADES. ❞

                         for spadecarded

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Dave Strider ==> Aesthetic

TG: well maybe i never wanted to be a knight of time TG: maybe id rather just be like TG: the dave of guy TG: you know just some dude

                         for sbahjed

[yovrstruely]

Send me a ☮ for a graphic of your muse’s aesthetic.

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boop boop goodmorning!! last night at like four in the morning i like. updated my theme and added an autoplay (finally) so u should check it out if u please. that is all

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I think the notion of me getting to sleep at a reasonable hour has become more fantasy than a world in which a gaggle of wizards hold council  ‘round a carved slate table and reverently stroke their beards.

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seaprinze replied to your post:     logs off of pesterchum for the night

are you no roxy rn cus… im on/have been on jane……………….. im js….

;) u bet

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     logs off of pesterchum for the night

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☀┋ seaprinze

propheticals ; 

     “ look, i’m sure this is some stubborn attempt to disheart me,     but wwhat           about paintin’ the sky black an’ wwhite provves to be a wwaste’vve time?           or just black in this case.                    givve me – it a shot. it could be fun. ”

     ❝ ERIDAN, I MEAN this with all the respect I can scrape      together from the remains of my slowly perishing desire to      continue this line of conversation, but I don’t think I’m the      stubborn one here. ❞

     Even now, a frown creasing the fine downturn of her      brow, there are no expletives, no anger. 

                     ----------- ( Only exasperation. )

          ❝ Fun isn’t the first adjective that comes to mind.              It mostly sounds exhausting. ❞

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cosmickidder:

 

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skarita:

Rose Lalonde isn’t a pillar of ice. She’s a glacier. 

When Rose is upset, you don’t see it. She doesn’t show it to anyone, you see. Anger or mild irritation? Yes, certainly. But sadness? Unhappiness, despair? No, those are hers, sealed beneath a wall of stiff upper lip and practicality. So when cracks appear in the glacier you don’t see them because they don’t happen on the surface first, they begin buried deep within the remnants of a frozen ocean chilled over by logic and an eternity of cocooning herself in a passive-aggressive attitude. 

When you finally see the effects of despair or depression on the face of Rose Lalonde you do not see elegant tears, you see the entire wall of ice as it slips into the goddamn ocean and you get frighteningly catastrophic results.

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propheticals:

                                              SOMEWHERE along the way                                                    you became a glacier,                                             carrying mountains in your skin                                                   and miles of tears carving                                                   your cheeks HOLLOW –                                       but the world owes you MORE than that,                                                       so do not rest yet.                                               Ice MELTS away eventually                                                            and surely,                                                     you are t h a w i n g

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[me, beatboxing really cool] like this for a tiny starter maybe??