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Can you tell me your ao3 account?

Yeah! I created it like yesterday bc I didn’t actually have an account before that.

http://archiveofourown.org/users/Yuubie/pseuds/Yuubie

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#uhm #don't make your one black muse evil or a 'fuckboy' or generally not good when your white and lite muses are sweethearts #wtf it's not that hard to be decent/not racist lol

fyeahwaurel

#that intense stare #woah

money-in-veins

Dolce & Gabbana AW 2014 (Campaign)

#dorian; blog

awaywardmind

new genre concept: soft apocalypse

the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch.

people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.

as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.

aughtpunk

MAY I INTRODUCE YOU TO YOKOHAMA KAIDASHI KIKOU

A CHILL AF MANGA ABOUT A ROBOT LADY RUNNING A COFFEE SHOP DURING THE DECLINE OF HUMANITY WHERE EVERYONE IS SUPER NICE AND HAPPY AND IT’S JUST REALLY LOVELY

IT IS LEGIT ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCI-FI WORKS AND A HUGE INSPIRATION FOR MY WRITING

IF YOU LIKE A QUIET END OF THE WORLD PLEASE CHECK IT OUT BLESS

admiral-world

You know that does sound like an interesting twist on the end of the world scenario, might have to check this out

Wolfhunt | Open Para

The night’s air was alive with excitement, electrified and weighted with intent and purpose. Had one not been able to hear the occasional screams of the search party, the woods would have been able to tell them someone was out there – its trees seemed to quiver in fear, and the branches swept with a song of impending death dripping from their leaves. The animals were likewise talkative – or, rather, expressive in their silence. All but the wolves had stopped their midnight chatter, and the great beasts only sang in memory of their fallen brethren.

Three men in the guise of wolves had already died that night, been hung and left to nature’s devices with little concern. What did the search party care if the beasts were strung up? They’d caused too much damage, killed too many humans to be allowed the gift of life.

Never mind that they themselves had caused their own strife through the greater part of their existence.

The group, mostly composed of bumbling fools pulled straight from the mines and bars, crept along quietly in search of their next victim. It had been thought by the brightest of the village’s people that this was a lost cause. According to them, wolves in any form at all didn’t exist, and it was foolish to murder entire clans on the irrational belief that humans could turn into wolves. Silas was of entirely different belief – he’d seen the beasts, watched one tear his mother to shreds when he was just a babe. The memory had fallen away with time and become splashes of red and blood curdling screams, but he knew what they were capable of and that the species had to disappear to ensure human safety.

A war call pulled from the leader of the group, who held up his torch and source of light, alerting those behind him that one had been found. And, indeed, a wolf had torn away and was scrambling through brush in an attempt to get to a safe place. Their archer happened to be a little better than the beast – the sound of an arrow whistling through the air registered, soon followed by a pained yelp. The scout went ahead, gun in hand and intending to blow the head off of the beast if it reappeared. But, strangely enough, it didn’t and the night soon grew old, taking with it most of the men and convincing them to head home.

Even after they’d gone, Silas stayed behind the rest, faithfully continuing the search well into the night. It wasn’t until he heard a slight sound of pain that he’d finally rediscovered what he’d been searching for: the injured werewolf.

#open rp #indie rp #open para rp #indie para rp #tryin this