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[hedjeroo]

GIRLS' NIGHT ✨✨

[steel-forged]

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This Game Isn't Real | Metroid: Other M feat. @ozimulmakesartwork !

[sortableshelf19]

Drew something real quick for @ozimul-reacts‘ birthday. Hope you’re having a great day! =D

[hedjblogr]

Janos headcanons?

realistic: definitely an adrenaline junkie. this is kind of normal for ancient vampires but i’m talking did stupid shit like jump off his aerie and not open his wings until the very last possible minute just to frighten people. secret bastard man

hilarious: feathers fluff up when he’s surprised, angry or offended, to varying degrees between “ruffled” to “wings are just full out”. his hair actually does the exact same thing. also head bops. he’s basically just a blue cockatoo

soul-crushing: he’s still alive in the demon dimension :) (janos got sent to superhell before it was cool)

reject reality: when sir dan unsealed the shadow demons in medievil janos also came out because the demon dimension is what connects gallowmere to nosgoth in this essay i will---

[tokcku]

🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?

He tries real hard to be a loner but he’s found more recently that being alone feels awful. He’s not meant to be. There’s few people he’ll actively seek company from though those he does, he does with frequently. (cough @mraudio-the-audacious cough)

He’s... extremely grateful of anyone who sticks around him despite his being kind of thorny and abrasive at times. Though he’s also pants at showing it, but he’s getting better.

Granted, he’s still not the kind of person to purposely reach out to as many people as possible like Sunny is, but it kind of happens by accident. (See: him sharing his problems with and bonding with @stetsuwuninu, something I never would have expected from him at blogstart??)

[ruinfell]

💫

[SHUFFLE DRABBLES : ACCEPTING]

Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look backAt the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?All those words came undone and now I'm not the only oneFacing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

All I have, all I need, he's the air I would kill to breatheHolds my love in his hands, still I'm searching for somethingOut of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe againI'll breathe again

It all happened so fast. One moment, he was tending to the flowers on the dresser. The next, sirens and heavy footfalls drowned everything out. He couldn’t make out the words, but he knew they were words of command, and he feared for his life-- and for the lives he had taken in.

And for the life that had left, that he had hoped would return before now.

The declarations were made, clearer now. Hunt them down, kill them. Grind them into dust. Don’t let them escape. He didn’t look back to see who was making them. He grabbed who and what he could, and he ran. He didn’t look back to see if he was being followed. He ran, and ran, and leapt into shadow, and ran and ran and stumbled and ran.

He didn’t answer them as they asked what was going on. Sunny and Clawbite were clueless. Reset and Jitters had an inkling.

Sleazy had no idea what was going on.

He only stops when he leaves the shadows again, when he’s some ways away from where he landed when he teleported. It’s a different Waterfall. His ribs heave with the effort of catching breath he feels like he needs all of a sudden.

And only when he stops, and starts to catch his breath, does he look back.

It’s dark, and it’s cold, and it’s damp, and it’s empty. He doesn’t even feel like he’s there. He feels like he’s far away, at least in part, and he doesn’t entirely exist here anymore. Some part of him is back there, and some part of him in a far, distant place, looking for himself.

He already misses the warmth of the hearth. He already misses the safety of those walls.

He still misses him.

[ask-kalista]

📔

SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

I can think for myself today. For the first time in... Must be a decade, at least. It’s impossible to say. All I can say is that the dark clouds are stretching further and further toward the horizon every time my mind clears. The Mists cling to my mind like they do the Isles, black as night and thick as my regrets.

I think my lucid episodes are growing further and further apart. Faces swim in my memories, people I should know, names that refuse to clarify. Last time, I tried leaving something behind, something that should have jogged my memory. Clearly, it didn’t work. 

I’ve tried everything. Written reminders, trinkets, fleeing the Isles, hunting and slaying the traitor... We will just have to... to.. We are... I am slipping. 

I am losing myself again. I thought there would be more time. If anyone finds this, keep it safe. It contains information that might be able to fix my mistakes. Or at the very least, stop the spread of this hatred. 

I am General Kalista Inkalia.]

And I am sorry.

[pichudaily]

Pichu with a soccer ball?

Send me requests for me to draw left handed

how about as a soccer ball