#agh why

[creator-indy]

Im so embarrassed

[mxgicthot]

All the assassins games have novelizations which are in the point of view of that assassin... Except Connor.

Forsaken is literally haythams story with a few pages dedicated to Connors point of view.

[titusthetraveler]

What to do when feeling conflicted with two different art projects that are both equally as important???

- a frustrated stoat

[kittyandco-archive]

@mysterious-selfinsert asked: “Whose blood is that?” with Hux & good lord I need to stop writing about us getting beat up or almost dying. PLEASE (he is so mean to me in this idk what that’s about) 

“Damn.” 

She clambered into the chilly quarters at the end of the corridor, eyes fluttering under instant regret of that decision. She kept her eyes down, regardless of the attention she owed him. A troublesome warmth streamed down her cheek, staining pitiful white with vibrant red, trickling under the loose collar around her clavicle. She huffed again, wincing at the dull, incessant sting of the wound... and future consequences she faced upon the testimony of its origin.

Just her in the room. And the cat.

"Ah, Kitty."

She couldn't yet face him, fumbling about to find alleviation for the injury. "I... hi..."

Hux quirked an eyebrow, a soft inquiry to his step. He reached to twist her forward. And he paused.

"Whose blood is that?"

"M-mine. It's mine..."

"Who did this to you?" In his attempt for concern, he only appeared more angry.

"Doesn't matter." She huffed through her nose, closing her eyes through another tinge of pain.

"I'll execute them myself! Tell me who it is!"

Kitty flinched at his tone, the possible specks of saliva thrown in her face. One thing after the other... maybe all those names were true. He waited.

"One of your officers... I told him that he doesn't give me orders. Then I was on the floor!"

"I see." His face fell with convincing sympathy. It wasn't in his repertoire, but he had learned many new things with Kitty. Closing the silence, he gripped her hand, hauling her down the corridor again.

"Hey-"

"We're going to the medic."

"No," she said without conscious effort.

"What do you mean, 'no'," he snapped in return. "Would you like to bleed out, then?"

A strain in her throat caused her eyes to water. His harsh remarks were only of worry... right? It was becoming a chore to keep her eyes open, much less follow his stride. In her head were aches much fuller than anything before, and white stars formed in her limited vision. She seized his closest wrist, the strain twisting onto her features.

"We're almost there." He gripped her closer, masking the hurt in his tone. Right now, he worried. His only option. 

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

and now, an irrelevant tumblr post cuz no one in here cares about Flipline

I feel strangled by this simply because my current jam’s title is Amsterdam and I’m here like “amsterWHY do you do this to me ._.”

[theonyxranger]

I think I smell bad

[raresvtm]

i was meant to create this cute edit for vampire au of zahra and rares but got distracted with something else and now it's a mission for when i leave work

[bringles-man]

I wish jewelry makers had ways to make cheap metal jewelry not shit when the plating rubs off like yes I bought this 10 pack of bracelets for 3 dollars but I’m not here to reveal that I can only afford thinly plated copper that turns my skin green if I so much as think about sweating