Sep 14, 2016
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～☆ （*´▽｀*）
～ ☆ （*´▽｀*）
～ ☆ （*´▽｀*）
☆\（*´▽｀*） !! I caught it ari
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Denmark
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Armenia
seen from United States
（。ˇ ⊖ˇ）～☆
～☆ （*´▽｀*）
～ ☆ （*´▽｀*）
～ ☆ （*´▽｀*）
☆\（*´▽｀*） !! I caught it ari
@mortiuum
❛ … DO YOU EVER THINK THAT sometimes mice have feelings, too? i mean, they’re small, they look super dumb, too . . . right? but they run around all the time. they’re scared and stuff. a lot. ❜
yyOU AREN'T MY REAL DAD??? EXCUS EME ?? ???
this is still in my askbox and i’m laughing so hARD
FEROCITY FADES IN THE FACE OF HIS FALLEN FOE, AND HIS SENSE RETURNS TO HIM; perhaps momentarily ( for there would be more, there were always more ), but nonetheless, he is “himself” in this moment. hastened steps bring him to her side, hand outstretched, concern lining features that were more beast than man mere moments ago. from his mouth down, he’s bloodied. he seems to have forgotten it ( and what it makes him appear to be ). “ miss aylen ----------! “ // @mortiuum!
@mortiuum
❛ .....It’s pretty rare to find other people out here. ❜ It isn’t that presence is minded, this place belonging to not himself but men with guns and ships and money, but rather he finds himself curious as to how ( & why ) stranger finds herself wandering through dry valleys ----- surely there are better places to go sight seeing.
after weeks of rest she managed to find some strength, managed to do more for herself each day. but with each step forward, there were setbacks. at times she caught herself reaching for things with an arm she no longer has, and it was frustrating. she doesn’t ask for help either because the pride of a dragon to too big to swallow.
there’s a sigh as she reaches for her jacket, maneuvering her body as it’s slipped on. she needed to get out of the house, she needed fresh air or else she’d destroy it — something she’s sure her father wouldn’t appreciate.
as door is pulled open and eyes focus to the light, she recognizes a familiar yet unwanted face. ‘ if you’re looking for ruby, she’s not here. ‘ her tone is dry as the door is shut behind her.
palm cradles cheek ; free digits curled about wooden utensil , graphite worn & absentminded doodles line a note - littered notebook ( familiar masks / closeted skeletons ) messy sketches , smudged lead ❛ –––––– the bow ? ❜ hand stills , gaze shifts ; pygmy smile upturning feline lips ❛ for fashion , of course . ❜ / @mortiuum
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EAT MY ENTIRE DICKLE
dont you take that tone w/ me you whippersnapper