#you utter fool

[idocommainfactcommalikedoggies]

wait, in ur pfp you have the demiboy and demigirl flags, so which is it??? are you a demigirl or a demiboy????????

my first victim...welcome to the Infinite Hell Dimension™

[dem0nic-child]

Me and my 6 year-old self looking at my current OC's

6-year-old me: Did you make them cool? (Current)me: Yep.

Made them go through dangerous situations?

yep.

made them experience multiple near-death situations?

yep, many times now actually.

Did it make them stay in that statewherethereconciousnessisslowyfadingandalltheycanfeelisinsufferablepainandthyereeyeslowlyclosingastheydontknowiftheyaregoingtowakeupagain?

...yes, yes I did.

(if you were wondering, yes my 6-year-old self was really interested in putting their favorite characters into more dangerous situations/near-death experiences, the first time they see them get hurt or nearly get hurt :) )

(also have exams tommorow, wish me luck :') )

"Good luck! Make sure you study for your next exams unlike Akuma!" Scrappy Mirabel yelled, waving.

"Honestly Akuma only made weird OC's long ago, we don't know what happened to them, even Akuma." Hollow Julieta shrugged.

Akuma the demon chuckled, slowly spinning their chair while crossing their four arms.

"Fool.." They grinned.

"My exam is already finished! HAHAHAHAHA!"

[drachenblood]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫  that  wraps  about  his  body  sends  a  shiver  that  he  refuses  to  allow  existence.  Coerthas  may  have  been  green  once,  beautiful  and  idyllic  and  full  of  life,  but  it’d  been  in  the  snows  and  ice  he’d  ranged  as  Azure  Dragoon,  carved  and  shaped  as  much  by  such  bitterly  cold  winds  as  he’d  been  in  battle.  The  mantle  and  the  armor  may  have  been  set  aside,  but  the  skills  and  the  memories  are  not  so  easily  shorn.  Garlemald  is  foreign  to  him,  but  the  snows  are  familiar  and  he  takes  to  the  flurries  once  they’re  free  of  the  city  and  the  chaos  that  has  befallen  it.  

He'd  not  been  fool  enough  to  expect  an  easy  escape,  but  he  hadn’t  expected  to  find  Gaius  bleeding  at  their  rendezvous,  hardly  able  to  walk.  His  battle  with  that  strange  contraption  had  done  him  no  favors  either  and  thus  were  they  twice  hobbled,  trudging  through  layers  and  layers  of  snow  in  hope  of  some  sanctuary.  An  abandoned  home,  a  cave  of  some  sort.  Anything.  Only  realizing  with  despair  that  none  could  be  had  but  what  he  makes  of  his  own.  

He  learned  the  way  of  carving  shelter  from  snow  as  a  temple  knight  and  done  as  much  on  several  occasions,  an  arduous  task  with  naught  but  a  lance  and  his  own  hands  as  his  tools.  A  crude  and  shallow  cave  is  what  he  manages  and  all  but  shoves  the  garlean  into  the  hole,  cursing  a  storm  at  the  weight  of  the  man  and  the  need  for  gentle  hands  with  the  warmth  of  blood  he  feels  against  his  gauntlets.  One  issue  dealt  with,  now  for  the  next.  The  impulse  to  slap  him  awake  is  overwhelming,  he  settles  for  pinching  his  arm,  mayhap  with  more  force  than  necessary.

❝ Shut  your  mouth,  you  old  fool. ❞  The  rising  growl  is  more  draconic  than  he’d  like,  but  the  wyrm’s  influence  still  slithers  strong  through  his  veins  after  the  battle.   ❝ I  didn’t  drag  you  this  far  only  to  leave  you  to  die. ❞  He  inhales,  the  air  coppery  thick  with  blood  yet  still  cool  and  crisp  in  his  lungs.  Would  that  they  hadn’t  abandoned  their  supplies  in  their  escape  with  naught  but  the  clothes  on  their  back,  he  could  do  little  to  treat  the  man’s  wounds.  He  looks  to  the  myriad  of  bandages  that  wraps  about  the  man’s  arms  and  makes  his  decision.  Whatever  reason  Gaius  had  for  them  they  would  have  to  suffice.  He  begins  quick  work  of  tearing  strip  after  strip  free,  only  stopping  when  he’s  certain  he  has  enough.    

Now  comes  the  difficult  part.  Treating  wounds  on  the  field  was  yet  another  skill  any  proud  soldier  of  Ishgard  worth  their  salt  should  possess,  but  that  came  only  with  the  right  tools.  All  he  had  now  were  the  bandages  and  what  little  potions  left  to  them  after  their  battles.   ❝ Take  these, ❞  he  shoved  what  was  left  to  him  into  Gaius’  hands.   ❝ And  take  off  that  damnable  jacket  of  yours,  I’ll  fashion  some  manner  of  tourniquet  to  staunch  the  bleeding. ❞ / @aterlupus​ continued 

[messiambrandybuck]

Quick! Cottagecore or Alt partner?!

*slams family fued button*

Both!

[van-just-van]

hihihi

i'm not fucking going to sleep

[clownwzrd]

genderbending one character in a mlm or wlw ship is gross and homophobic, if you want heterosexuals get another ship. even if the characters are bi or whatever it still completely ruins the same-sex relationship representation

[ghostextremist]

Absolutely no self-control

[detectif]

1) idk how or why people are still following since i’ve been gone so long sjgnkjg

2) i think it’s REALLY fucking funny that an anti-con.vin shipper followed me considering that’s like. the only ship i have for gavin.