#sdlfkg

[pxppinmolly-archived]

i hc angel dust and molly both have adhd, but idk about niss tho

That’s fair and understandable tbh!

@slxrpindust‘s Angel has ADHD !

As for my Molly, I wouldn’t say she does at all.

Which is a little funny looking back on it with how much I DO tend to project some stuff on Molly, ADHD is not one of those things lmao.

As for Arackniss I wouldn’t say he has ADHD, either. I don’t think it’d very much fit with what little we can gather of him, but, who is to say I suppose! Never know.

[bushmundy]

(yank)

symbol meme | accepting

“There ain’t no need to be so--” Victor tried to scold Ashe for grabbing him so roughly ( he would have appreciated it any time but now, not when he was focused on a target, dammit ), but the sudden crack of a rifle and the distinct sound of a bullet hitting wood was an indication that perhaps he should be thanking her.

Not that he would.

Stubborn pride.

Or something.

( stubborn as a ram, his mum would call him, and he was knew that wasn’t the correct term but they were sheep farmers, and he wasn’t going to correct mum and -- not the time for this. )

He bristled silently, sparing a moment to glare over at Ashe from his place on the floor. Eyes slowly closed and his brow began twitching in irritation as Bars’ voice came over the comms, telling them the enemy sniper is down, don’t worry about your heads anymore.

Slowly, Victor sat up, avoiding all eye contact as he adjusted his crooked glasses, reached for his hat that was now covered in dust and dirt and wood shavings, thank you Ashe.

“So,” He said, making no effort to actually thank her or acknowledge that she’d just saved him, “How ‘bout I grab my knife and we head down there? Give the boys a hand, yeah?”

[ambitioux-blog]

@litcci

Crouched over a boiling pot of foul smelling liquid, Gaila watched in awe as dark, mud colored bubbles began rising from the water... and spilling over the side to make a mess on the ground. Smoke began rising from the pot, a sure sign that the potion she had been concocting was either going to explode, set her room on fire, or both. In her experience, it probably meant both.

Grabbing a bucket, the mage rapidly paced back and forth from her sink to the pot, refilling said bucket with water then pouring it into her potion repeatedly. In the midst of her poor attempts to quell the rumbling pot, she barely caught the sound of her door opening, and called out over her shoulder to whomever was entering her room, pleasant surprise in her tone.

“I’ll be with you in a moment! Make yourself at home!” The mage grabbed a nearby bowl of soil, tossing it into the pot as well, eyes widening when the flames roused worse than before. “Oh.” She blinked, peeking into the bowl with a thoughtful expression. “That was... probably a mistake.” She turned to her guest, voice calm and composed. “We’ll have to make this quick unfortunately, so go ahead and tell me what you came here for before that blows up. Did you come to make a request for something? Poisoning? A curse? Looking for directions? Whatever it is, I’m happy to help as long as it won’t kill anybody!”

[midongsuji-blog-blog]

uhm i just saw that other anon about following you and fangirling about it too.. i do that with my friends too! we all think your blog is awesome and we talk about it sometimes (pretty often actually omg) haha

yoU GUYS ARE LITERALLY MAKING ME CRY OH MY GOD