#|| oops ||

[deviated-android-blog]

*DA4 gets announced*

Me, literally 0.2 seconds later: Welp, time to replay all the games I guess

[corvidics-blog]

|| The beast has awoken and it's 17:12 ||

[corvidics-blog]

|| I was wondering why i'm so hungry but then i realized I haven't eaten in two days ||

[honorablesacrifice-blog]

What's your favorite thing to /do/ with Cruella? ;D

— REBLOG IF YOU WANT SEXUAL SUNDAY ANONS

          “What isn’t my favourite thing to do with Cru.”

[honorablesacrifice-blog]

|| I have been immensely inactive here for the past few days; this is actually my first time going on this account today. For the past three days now, I’ve been very spontaneously working on a semi-secret cosplay. I normally record my progress on these things, and I haven’t even done that. (Literally all I have are a few photos here and there.) I should have it finished tomorrow, I think. Well, for what I’m able to do anyways, for not having certain things that I haven’t the money for. ||

[comicsansisms]

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!”

Sans jolted up, his left eye sparking blue flames, though it didn’t seem like he was fully awake. He stared at Frisk, seemingly dazed.

* ...Ch.....Chara?

[emmailen]

1920's Era AU

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

1. The 1920′s dawn darkly for Emma. With a father dead years before, felled on the fields of war and a mother dying from the fever raging in her body, the young girl counts the beats of the clock with sudden anxiousness, afraid what tomorrow will bring. A raspy breath signals her mother’s last even as the clock strikes twelve, ushering in a new era.

2. ‘Be a good girl, Emma’ her mother had said before dying. But good girls do not survive in a world where they are left with barely any money and no purpose. She tries to find a job those first day, tries to put her skills to use, but what use is a skinny, scrawny waif of a child when all she knows to do is lie and pretend? She gets a job as a nurse’s aid, which she loses soon after. After tending to her mother on her deathbed, being surrounded by the ill and the dying makes her sick to the stomach, memories too raw and fresh. She does not try again.

3. The first time she steals, it is an accident. Hungry, desperate, with the last money left behind by her mother given away to keep her home - small, tattered, in shambles but still very much hers - just a little longer, she sees the woman’s purse held a little too loose, attention given less to her belongings and more to the one which whom she converses. She darts, quick feet and small body zig-zagging through the crowd, sharp piece of glass cutting the cord of the purse and grasping it tight before disappearing in the shadows of backalleys.

4. ‘Be a good girl, Emma’ her mother had said, but good girls do not survive long on their own. A child blooms into a girl, not yet a woman, but close, red lips becoming fuller and eyelashes shadowing hazel eyes. She knows her assets and uses them, body swaying just right and lips pouting prettily as she fools those she comes across. By the time they gain their bearing, their belongings are long lost and they curse themselves for falling under the charms of a pretty face. She wanders from city to city, lies and steals, sometimes kills if the job takes a bad turn, always returning to her city to pay her taxes and keep her childhood home, but never lingering long enough.

5. She meets Rilla when she is 20 and she is besotted. The older woman is beautiful and dangerous, quick-witted and wild, with a smile sharp as a blade and a laughter that promises death. A hand is offered, a promise of companionship and Emma loses herself in a life more dangerous than anything she had ever lived before. Others quake at the mention of her name, paint her as murderer, bandit, robber, but she laughs and does not care.

( ‘Be a good girl, Emma’, the voice of her mother whispers in her memories. ‘I cannot, mama,’ comes the mournful reply as her finger presses the trigger of the gun. )