#but ayyyeee

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

working on sword stuff is always harder then i expect t-t im so used to the balance of a staff

(he/they/she, its all g uwu)

[pickledbaklava]

three days hallucination free babeeyyy

[astra11]

Planning a comeback soon ouo

[bondedbyfate-blog]

muses being added !!

1. bruce robertson ( filth ) 2. simon newton ( trance ) 3. teddy lupin ( hp next gen. ) 4. scorpius malfoy ( hp next gen. ) 5. ryan jacobson ( the house at the end of the street )

[frzenfear]

 Needy. Needy and starved is what she sounds like, something torn between an insult and mewl that claw at him hungrily. Fucking her had been on his mind since the moment she’d smiled at him all those weeks ago, and it never left him. Day in and day out he wanted her, craved her in each moment. It came in waves, soft and ebbing and other days heavy and pulsing. John was never without desire, no by this point wanting her was like breathing and he gulped for air every time he looked at her. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek before rolling over the front of his teeth, he’d fuck her alright. An itch curls in the tips of his fingers and snakes itself up his wrist and burrows into his forearms. Flexing his hands he smiles ( an outright lie of the thoughts running through his mind ) before bringing his thumb up to press into her bottom lip and drag it down. “What if I want to torture you first hmm? What reward is there if I just give you what you want? “ 

@sunmcd sent: just fuck me already

[bythehourofnine]

Solo. Im not mad at it. But boiiii, i wanna talk about it.

[corncolby]

I did the whole art vs artist thing O:

[freakmagician]

Open

Evan closed her eyes tight and sank to the ground where she stood against the jagged, pale rock formation. She had been running for longer than she could remember... Her mother was finally winning, it seemed. 

She saw her father’s bloody, broken figure lying lifeless in front of her while her mom had sat and sobbed next to him. She was just as covered in his blood as he was. She remembered screaming, being chased... Crashes of things she had lifted without meaning to flying towards her pursuer. Gunshots and pain in the sidelines of her mind, her own blood spilling down her arm and creating a trail where she ran.

An hour into this madness, she remembered sirens. She knew one of the items her mind had plucked from the ground had hit it’s target. But she was still afraid, and her legs wouldn’t stop. Her mind couldn’t slow down.

She was awoke from these memories as she felt a hand on her shoulder, a shake of her body she hadn’t brought on. She screamed in terror as she stood, loose rocks and gravel forming a wall between her and the one who stood in front of her.