#throws this down

[asks-n-trolls]

Amir, what did your ex do?

He kept me locked away, hidden away from the world. I didn’t really mind much at first, after all I was being pampered and had everything I could ever want, and all I had to do was make dinner and dote on him when he came home.

Then I found out he was going around and cheating on me the whole time, acting like what we had never existed. To him I was just another shiny thing to hold onto until he got bored of me. 

[inkblccded-moved]

 -“THE WEAK WILL DIE AND MAKE WAY FOR THE STRONG.“

PANTONE AESTHETIC BOARD FOR RYUUNOSUKE

[deathslaw-blog]

LOUDER THAN GOD’S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY.

IMG SRC.

[pelagaios-a]

actually you know what ??? fuck it. this is a starter call --- no current cap --- for anyone interested ( indie or citta ). stuff will be small but I want to interact with more of my followers then I’m currently doing so tada

[absoluteprotector-blog]

He blames the train. Had they been in their own world, Jakob wouldn't have asked. It wouldn't have been his place, completely inappropriate, and pointless to boot. But here, even kings were reduced to pawns, riffraff. It's been twenty minutes, and Jakob has spoken of tea for about ten of them. He blames the train. "Albafica...you mentioned before that you'd been here at least a month. You obviously hail from a noble house. Why play at humility and wear garb so beneath your station?"

It was how he held himself, his good skin, his detachment--all traits found in the Nohrian nobility. Even Jakob had taken the time to maintain his uniform, always the professional. So why should this person invite potential jeers from those who might desire to feel higher than he? Was he running from something? ...not that Jakob cared one way or another. It was only a passing curiousity, nothing more. He blames the train.

@dilitiriasi

[corditeheart]

@prideanddiscipline

It's taken a long time to find him, and when she does, Sarah checks the slip of paper with his address on it against the map on her phone for the sixth time since she's parked her car.

Nope, this is apparently the place, this trailer shoved away in the middle of nowhere like its occupant wants as little to do with the rest of the world as humanly possible. The paper gets shoved into the center console, the phone into her pocket-- long fingers drum the steering wheel in a staccato beat, anxious at the prospect of what might happen the second she leaves the safety of her vehicle.

This can't be right. This is... This is like the kind of place that a horror movie starts in, where the pretty blonde girl gets killed in the first five minutes.

But, she supposes, while she's blonde and reasonably attractive, this is her brother, and if nothing else, he might not shoot her on sight.

It's worth a shot (bad pun, she realizes a second too late, but by then, the keys have left the ignition, the door opened, gravel crunching beneath her shoes.)

The distance between reliable car and the terrifying unknown of his door is far shorter than she would have predicted, and soon there is nothing left to do but close seaglass eyes, breathe deep, exhale, knock.

[itakeaftermymother]

@legacywebs:

          Wait. She knows that mind; the tone the thoughts take, the unique combination of word and image, the feel of it, as exception as a fingerprint and as familiar as the face of an old friend…

          Rachel’s steps slow. Fear and hope she knows is foolish twist in her chest. She turns her head, green eyes gazing back down the hallway. All thoughts of her students vanish from her mind. There’s only that mind, and her own desperation to see who it belongs to. Her legs carry her back the way she had come, but she’s too anguished to probe the thoughts any further; terrified of what she might find, and even more of what she might not.

          Her hands shake and her heart pounds. Her mouth is dry. There’s Kitty, talking to a new student…

          No, no, no no no yes please please please.

          It’s her. 

          Her knees buckle; she’s going to be sick.

          No, no, no she isn’t. She’s still walking, pace quickening into a lope, the lump in her throat suffocating her.

          Kitty has seen her coming. She’s frowning.

          Rachel stops in front of them and manages to get out just one word, choked and hoarse, “Mayday?”

[pelagaios-a]

 event starter with @musrattus​ !!!

  ♆                This was not a part of the city he had explored before ( looking at it now, he wondered why not ). Around him the ocean swirls, buildings rising above his head speaking of other issues. What in Zeus’ name... He kept thinking back to the stories of Atlantis. Part of his mind immediately comparing it to his father’s palace, though it had been well over a year since he had seen it. The imitative skyscrapers rising above a curious site.

This was certainly not where he remembered last being. The scientists at it again. Slowly spinning around he tried to take it in --- nagging feeling in the back of his head. Something was certainly off. Percy mulled it over for a moment before he was off ( this was a world, at least, where he felt more able ). Gliding forward, gaze flickering over buildings and streets --- heat vision ??? or whatever it was for once coming in handy --- but finding it oddly empty.

Maybe that was why the sudden noise had him shooting off without a thought. 

Breezing around a corner everything came to a stop. That... that looked like a fish but was clearly a pokemon. It was also kinda big swimming right at him. Styx.