btw forgot to add that you're really pretty and that now I'm mega upset things hadn't turned out differently because damn queen. You're fabulous. Step on me. (Not, actually. My rep can't take another beating from you pfffft..) -Esp (last one for real this time lol I swear.) Sorry again for my being an immature asshole.
I shouldn’t have to be answering this ask but I’m so sick of this --
TIMEBURDENED. STOP CONTACTING ME.
You are allegedly a full-grown adult. You do not need me to explain to you why this is not okay. You are fully aware of your behavior online and you continue to harass and stalk me and you continue to chase after my friends in an attempt to drive them off this website. Your behavior and actions online are malicious, damaging and extremely toxic. I have made it very clear that I do not want to engage or interact with you and yet you continue to contact me via anon after I have had you blocked/blacklisted for months now.
ENOUGH.
I will not answer any further anons from you as they will be deleted without being read. You have not earned my forgiveness and by continuing to harass me you are making it abundantly clear that you never will. I don't want your fake praise or wish to get involved in your petty drama. I do not want you chasing me on other blogs sending me hate.
“Even if one could change it, that wouldn’t undo what you’ve already gone through.” Ricard mused gruffly. His eyes lingered over the thinness of Add’s shoulders, how the young man just pushed food around on his plate instead of eating it.
Frankly, he was amazed that Add was even up and moving. The boy had the look of someone who’d been starved for a considerable length of time. That, coupled with the ugly crash he’d arrived with, had left him expecting to need a healer in the morning. Either to fix broken bones Add hadn’t noticed right off or to bury the body.
Yet, here he was. Sitting at the table and giving off an air similar to a lightly sulking teenager.
“That being said,” Ricard took another sip of his coffee, relishing the slight rush of caffeine. “You can start by looking after yourself a little better. We’ll solve your... time traveling problems at a later date.”
send me a 💎 and my muse and mun will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10
@timeburdened
*note: Caius will be bluntly honest here. Insert mun’s vote somewhat too*
3-4/10
❝you look like a winter night… i could sleep inside the cold of you ❞ — deathless by catherynne valente
Going from physical feature which his pallid, gaunt figure seem proportioned to a skeleton, and the unusual properties of his eyes; which the blackness of its orbits and iris suggesting something grotesque. Which might repel most people immediately for being ghoulish in appearance than most. The apparent affliction of albinism , coupled with heavily scarred tissue, may be bewildering to most, who, by means based impressions wholly off physical appearances.
pros: least he is human and breathing, seems to have nice hair
cons: Albinism, heavily scarred on various regions of the body, quite thin, if perhaps emaciated, and the unusual eyes.
"You don't understand it now, but I'm trying to protect you."
protective sentence starters
He got that. He really did but that didn’t change the fact that Noctis was neither a child, nor incapable of fending off both physical and emotional attacks. Add thought that since they were in Niflheim and Noctis was now his husband, it was his job to protect him from the looks and remarks that the Niflheim nobles were directing at him.
It made him feel weak, vulnerable and he hated that feeling.
"Tragedy is when I cut my fingers. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die."
(Sassy sentence starters | Accepting)
“That hurts my feelings,” Noct informs him in a deadpan, voice so flat it could be used to level shelves. “I thought you had better taste in comedy than that. Honestly, I’m appalled.”
A pricked finger is, apparently, a perfectly legitimate tragedy.
“And yet, here you are,” Noct reminds him, tone a facsimile of cheerful. “Right in this sinking ship with me.” He claps Add on the back with the hand not on the steering wheel.
And yeah, okay, they’re maybe a little farther into the city outskirts than he had initially planned, but in his defense, he was pretty honest about playing hooky for the day.