a little scene that came to me in a fever dream
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from China

seen from Türkiye
seen from Mexico

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Mexico
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Austria
a little scene that came to me in a fever dream
‼️ hey there ‼️
i’m rio, 21 years old, and i’m a she/they!
made this account again because i was confused with tumblr so here i am!!
i’ve mustered up all the courage and decided to write again <33 this will also help me with my future career
my english is not as perfect, as they may be grammatical errors here and there, so please consider that!
i will be taking requests soon enough, but in terms of writing, i’ll be slow! i am coming back to school soon and I might not post on time.
tomorrow, i will be posting my first tumblr short imagine/one shot, “Under the Stars”, an artem x reader one. hope that everyone will like it <33
for now, i will be only writing about tears of themis and genshin impact only, but there will be a few animangas in mind whose characters i can write with in the future!!
but of course, i have to explore my writing and my ideas more, if i want to give more content, so please wait!!
so there you have it! please do reblog and like my writing to your liking! please do not repost my writing, or else i will report you.
this post will also serve as my temporary pinned, since i’m new here and i’ll be focusing more on my writing before the aesthetics of my account.
thank you so much! please take care of me!
my twitter is @artemfilm too hehe
Scared dogs don't listen to reason.
What kind of a joke is heaven? I never understood it. Pleasure is a sin. I never understood it.
What kind of a promise is Hell, for us to suffer as a consequence of living -
desire is not a sin. It is the grit that keeps our bones from breaking beneath the weight of your so-called promise.
Can you promise me one thing? You don't have to keep the rest.
Don't remember me by my dying breaths.
Sharp hopes thrown like darts
with determined rage through the air.
One of them will stick.
One has to stick.
Shoot for the moon and aim for the stars,
but it doesn't matter how much you throw.
If you don't have the strength to launch them beyond the clouds, it's as if they were never released at all
and you sit
surrounded by sharp hopes
that pierce the cold ground.