Avatar of the Whore

currently it's The Magnus Archives but it'll change Moon/Griffin; He/Him multi-fandom blog

[worstgirlintheworld]

girls im going to keep it real with u im getting worried about my spotify wrapped already

[minimoefoe]

did you find out prince philip is dead through a tumblr shitpost or are you normal

[unicornhornsanddragontails]

[jupiteronic]

wait do this!! i’m a scorpio moon + “me pre bpd” LMAO

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Math lovers discuss

[archipithecus]

@itcanthink

[mrkanman]

theyre really awful at this game.

[lliliiarts]

MAG 179: Accomplice 

[juliaaadoodles]

I made this in between schoolwork because I’ve been thinking about them and Hozier’s As It Was

[catchymemes]

[toastbutteregg]

2013 is that “year” for me

[womensenthusiast]

formal apologies from the mechanisms who aren’t that sorry

[boingoalive1988]

fellas is it gay to turn 17?

[dankmemeuniversity]

[punkfistfights]

“You know, I can’t help but wonder if you can even hurt me,” Gertrude says, her thick eyebrows furrowing.

Agnes shrugs and doesn’t say anything.

Gertrude huffs. “That was an invitation for you to try, darling,” she says.

Agnes reaches out to touch Gertrude, her hand trembling slightly as she does so. She has a brief moment of hesitation before Gertrude’s own hand darts out and firmly grips it. Agnes stares at her, expecting her to start screaming any moment. She doesn’t.

Gertrude smiles then tugs her closer, keeping their hands intertwined and resting her other hand on Agnes’s hip. “You’re very warm,” she says, matter-of-factly. “But you don’t hurt.”

A tear wells up in Agnes’s eye, then immediately evaporates. “I’ve never really touched someone before,” she says. “My touch kills even other Avatars of the Desolation.”

For the first time, Agnes sees what she thinks might be genuine kindness in Gertrude’s expression. She releases Agnes’s hand and cups her cheek. “The Mother isn’t ready for me to die yet. She tied us together for a reason.”

Agnes leans forward until their lips are barely a breath apart. “What is that reason?”

“I don’t actually know,” Gertrude admits before closing the distance.

Agnes sighs and winds her arms around Gertrude’s waist, burying herself in her first embrace.

[theweirdwideweb]

[insomniac-arrest]

*advances your plot by being gay for you*

[milfkarlmarx-deactivated2021081]

its sad bitch hours boys