#also helloooo!

[asktheangryheir-blog]

@ask-karkat-peixes​

WHO TH–E FUCK AR–E YOU AND HOW TH–E FUCK DID YOU G–ET H–ER–E? 

[griimarch]

@spllcat​ liked for a starter

Gemma had been home for a few days now, she was slowly growing bored of the silence. Jobs lately had been slow to come in, maybe it had something to do with the people with 'powers'. She figured sooner or later it would pick back up. It also didn't help that she had to fight against people who would kill someone for cheap, but you get what you pay for. Raising the bottle to her lips she took a long drink and shook her head as the liquid passed her lips down to her stomach. "Let's see if there is anything worth even a fraction of m--" Hearing something move from outside her house head quickly snapped to where it seemed to be coming from. Slowly rising from the desk chair she grabbed the pistol that had been resting beside her.

Creeping through her house she knew she had not ordered anything and was not expecting visitors. Standing near where she heard the noise she called out "okay, I'm going to give you a chance to plead your case... So make it worth it. Got it?"

[hook-and-chains]

"We pledged ourselves to each other in the middle of a tavern brawl. The whole place reeked of vomit, sweat, and blood... It was so romantic~" ((Also, hi :3))

Rules Read, Thank You! (I’m guessing? XD)

“How charming…”

@rebelliousfighter

[bxfur-blog]

"Smells like corpses." [ insert rabbit noise wrinkles ]

[Halloween/horror/dark sentence starters] 

“And you’d know what that smells like, would you? Who would’ve guessed!”

His attempt at levity was doubtlessly going to fall flat, but the situation was by this stage so unnerving that he was blurting it out as reflex. Of course Bilbo had been right: there was an unmistakable tinge to the air which turned the stomach and, now that he considered it, the crunching beneath his boots was probably not the leaf-litter he had hoped it to be.

Difficult though it was to see in the gathering darkness, it took no great deal of intelligence to know that they had wandered far from the track they needed. Bofur greatly slowed his pace now if only out of a reticence to discover the source of the smell and cast his friend a sidelong glance. “Fancy we should go back or press on?”