Apr 11, 2016
Blondie sucks.
Yeah, well, how about you go suck on your bottle, you baby.
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Blondie sucks.
Yeah, well, how about you go suck on your bottle, you baby.
/kicks down door and says 'me'
Send me your URL and get some lovin!!
my opinion on;
character in general: As much as Kenny is portrayed as the bad guy, it’s only recently that I’ve realized how crucial he was to the plot. The things we learned from his existence and the dynamic he brought to the story changed a lot, and those last few panels of his still break my heart. You can bitch all you want, Kenny, you’re an alright guy.how they play them: Um…you’re only FANTASTIC AT PLAYING HIM? You make him so witty and give him so much personality that it’s hard not to love him. I have no idea what I expected when a Kenny Ackerman blog first appeared on my dash, but this was not it. Now you’ve got me invested in his and Erwin’s relationship-both canon and in our AU. I’m in hell, and I’ll gladly face the firey wrath so love as it’s this fun!!the mun: …where to even begin? First of all, I’m so glad I approached you and we became friends. You’ve kinda slowly become part of my daily routine, and I’ll happily keep it this way for as long as I can. Your love for not just your characters, bUT ALSO FOR MY OWN has really changed the way I play Erwin, and it’s only because of all your theories and thoughts that you share with me that I’ve become so invested in him. Even if you give me the feels on a day to day basis, I’m still hella proud to call you my friend, my partner, the one I run to when I have questions or need an opinion on something canon <3.
do i;
follow them: no, I unfollowed the first time you called Erwin blondie.rp with them: nah, never.want to rp with them: eh.ship their character with mine: no, but your sister’s pretty cute ;D.
what is my;
overall opinion: WTF WHY AM I SO INVESTED IN A KENNY ACKERMAN BLOG?!?!?!?!? WHY ARE YOU MY #1 TUMBLR CRUSH?!?!?! THIS IS ALL MADNESS. Nah, but, your blog has made a pretty significant impact on my own, so I feel like I should thank you a lot more often than I really do. Plus, your friendship means the world to me, and I’m glad we’re able to talk as often as we do. Quit crying over Erwin and drawing so much and come bother me some more because I miss this asshole, and I want him to bully me some more (don’t tell him I said that though). Overall, 10/10 blog, 10/10 friend, 10/10 loser, 0/10 please don’t follow this person they’ll slowly creep into your life and then you’ll live in hell for all eternity.
It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
{ SOUGHT FOR: (x) | CLAIM: A C C E P T I N G )
One is to inquire whether FAIRING knotted itself within power. Strength, no matter the type, inevitably formed.
The world is shaped into brand new eyes && this is only a meager pigment in a sea of colors. Crests, folds && tremors are yet to SETTLE within his conscious. As of current, this is only a fickle TEAR of what is to be shed in regards of knowledge.
T’was the strong to overcome cruelty’s rippling affect?? —he’s not to murmur.
Instead, an intuitive nod.
He may have switched out the sugar with fine salt while his little nephew wasn't looking. Enjoy your fancy teas, kid.
Brew readied && ceramic settled upon the receiving end of its contents. Collective — frigid dactyls wove ‘round to gather radiating HEAT, only momentarily so. Parting from warmth, reaching for a DASH of sugar && milk to ENHANCE its taste.
—however, he’s to soon learn that this particular reach was VAIN as the initial connection were to be spat in REPUGNANCE.
❝ …you shifty shit. ❞ —a murmur to thyself.
( there will be hell to PAY for this. )
⊗ /snorts
meme. not accepting. @foxengrin.
SLAM! CLICK. SILENCE.
The flat of palms slammed against splinted wood, blunt nails curling eventually to scrape shavings into fists. There was some sort of perpetual frustration he feels because of this man, it has . . . dissipated quite so in comparison to his younger days, watered down beneath the blood and rain, smell of loam and burning flesh heightening only to ebb away like a melting veil across his perception : clear.
“Bastard.”
He grunted softly to himself, gaze a - pool with silver - sharp thoughts dropped to the handle. Yet his tone held no such trace of resentment . . . or any emotion for that matter. Cogs whirred and one hand fell, jiggled the metal mound protruding with a brute strength so natural it comes with less effort than running. Air rushed in through teeth, echo of a burn in how cold it is lingered within his airway.
“Do you think, in that old head of yours, we have time for your shitty games?”
foxengrin replied to your post
( .. that is true. hopefully apologise for him as well. )
she would. also talk about all the good things he has done. ]
foxengrin replied to your post
( i feel betrayed– )
yeah but kuchel would talk about all the embarrassing things kenny has done like how can you pass up that? ]
❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞
the wolf among us || starters
She does not look at her brother, for once. Her fingertips are cold, frozen in the nightly air, the cold already seeping through her dirt stained clothes.
Her back is straight, body trembling ever so slightly (though, she can’t tell if it’s from the cold or the fear, or adrenalin that is the cause of it) and every breath she takes is unsteady. Weakess, she thinks to herself, Ackermans don’t show weakness. And yet here she was, barely holding it in.
“Maybe. But they are no good guys.“ Her voice is steady as she speaks, surprisingly. This time the soldiers of those living above had gotten close, too close. She could still feel hands gripping her flesh, eyes mocking her for not putting up more fight.
Hah! What honorable soldiers they were.