#roxy aes

[leafmutual]

❤️Roxy Strider (Daveswapped) aesthetic!❤️

[sirensangel]

made myself an aesthetic

ok to tag as kin/id/me

[21ofspades]

Deadsea and Roxy Aesthetic

Because Everybody needs Somebody to Hate

who else will be there for you when you want to have a knife fight in a back alley at 3am?

[hskin-stuff]

Can I get an aesthetic for Roxy lalonde with skater girl vibes? I like pastel colours, mainly pink, but hot pink is fun too!

Here you are, Roxy! I hope you like it - let me know if you’d like anything changed!

(Art cred - ?)

-Mod Horuss

[21ofspades]

Roxy and Mal

These angry women, these dirty, desert women, watch out. If you hurt them they’ll say thank you. Thank you for the venom it’ll take to kill you. Thank you.

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[21ofspades]

TAGGED BY: my thieving hands

tagging: ya man we all kno I’m just gonna say anyone

famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked// tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago,// you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire// some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud,// and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love,// had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness //how do I love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream.// he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

[21ofspades]

Roxy's aesthetic: soft pink blush creeping down to soft pink lips, roses, flower petals, white lace on dark skin, clean and orderliness, old artwork of beautiful women in beautiful clothes, makeup on and off skin, a girl with dark eyes and dark hair with a sweet smile, the softest colors, freshly painted buildings, delicate things in nature Also Roxy's aesthetic: Blood, dirt, bones, gore and dead things, predators hunting weak prey, claws, teeth, guns and knives, abandoned towns dark and overgrown with decay and weeds, the deepest red, old paintings of death and execution, the harshness of the desert, the guts of human anatomy, holding a still beating heart in your hand as blood drips from it

[21ofspades]

v; Trailer Trash- Modern Au, Roxy Rockwell, High School drop out and Local Hitman

There’s only one gun shop in this small southern God fearing town, so why is there such a high rate of violent crimes? Of course so many people who buy from that shop get arrested but neither it’s elderly proprietor or young and charming assistant are capable of such crimes, right?

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