#fukc it

[toukenramblings]

if you're gonna leave the water for the air

NO ONE ASKED FOR MORE MERDAN. THIS TIME MERDAN HIZAMARU

BUT HERE I AM

DELIVERING

dedicated to leah because she inspires me fufufu. also @10crm pls have some of ya mans. also highkey inspired by my love of fairytales...

Warnings: Uh...blood....don’t worry its hurt/comfort

Cherry against sunlit gold.

Deep red, dripping into the waves and fading into the foam – into the nothingness from whence it came.

You stare at the man with wide eyes, between his face and the human legs he now sported. He is still wet from the waves, bare and yes you would have run away but…

The crimson that dips into the ocean like how he once swam, alarmed you, gathered your attention and refused to let it go.

“What…happened to you?”

The previous expression he held – so happy, so innocent, so proud – falls. There is a thin line pressed to his lips, and he curls his legs closer to his chest, his hands trying to hide the streams of blood that ooze out of him. He opens his mouth, to try and explain but words do not appear.

Mute.

Plucked.

You stare at him, unsure of what to say. Where had his voice gone? Yes…he had difficulty forming words before, but this? When he tries to speak and nothing comes out? It made no sense to you. You kneel beside him, pulling out a small aid kit from your pocket, bandages and salves at the ready. “Let me help you, Hiza-“

He shakes his head, almost inching away; you quickly grasp his wrist, gently, running your fingers over his own and bringing them to your lips, a kiss upon the digits.

Like how he would always greet you and bid you fare-thee-well, at the secret little tide pools that only you two knew. It’s only polite for you to return the favor after all.

Hizamaru’s cheeks flush bright red, deeper than the blood you attempted to clean and cure. He buries his face in his hands, a gesture you have become accustomed to over the kisses you two share and experiences you two held. You can only chuckle softly; even still, he remains the cutest.

“Why are you even here, Hizamaru? Why…do you have these legs?” you gestures to them, hesitant to further…look.

So smooth, you want to run your hands up his skin, to see what expressions he could make and-

Now was…not the time.

He pauses, flinching when you two lock eyes. Hizamaru had removed his hands from his face by then, fiddling with his digits.

He presses his lips against yours, and perhaps that is enough to convey everything.

[fishinthewater2611]

Paños, Vicky, Falcon, Caro and now Kheira. I don't feel so good about the upcoming matches against Atleti.

[drowningrat]

my foundation rumbles and all my morals crumble

[myriadsofmayhem]

An adult voicing bowser jr is like if Michael Clarke Duncan voiced boo in monsters inc

I do not in fact know who that is (I barely know any celebrities) but yeah lol. Could have hired a person who could do a young boy voice, I suppose.

[maybeitskogayne]

once when my dad was wee some kid called ‘carl’ moved into a house on his street and him and his pals kept asking if he was coming out to play football. turned out it was a lassie called ‘carol’

[hextant]

when will it stop raining so i can mail out this package i hate the rain

[fiendcatfr]

i’m drawing yet another wraith w/ a skull face with complete and utter disregard for proper skull anatomy

[batarddusoleil]

negative w/e (do mobile users see readmores??? idk but if you’re on mobile don’t read this shit please lmao)

why am i even so mad lmao i’m not even fucking real & that’s why i don’t matter it’s bc i’m fake i’m a lie i don’t fucking exist i’m false it’s not real  nothing is real there’s nothing to be angry about because there’s nothing fucking there i’m worse than trash i’’m nonexistent lmfao it all makes sense now i jsut don’t fuckingg exist