“i complain about tumblr but i refuse to leave unless the site itself deactivates” squad

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Kiana Khansmith
dirt enthusiast

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NASA

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almost home
Keni
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Janaina Medeiros

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@vvenator
“i complain about tumblr but i refuse to leave unless the site itself deactivates” squad
↖ is now accepting curious anons.
ask anything you want to know about the muse(s)!
due to personal reasons I will be cheating death
The room smelt of ash and beer foam. The music played low and slightly out of tune, likely due to the bending records. The coffee by her side had grown cold by now. She was too concentrated on the map infront of her. Where could it be. The sound of a creaking door pulled her eyes up to see the man in the doorframe. An old friend. She kept her eyes on him as he moved nearer.
@racointeur
sorry I have been away had a phat depressive episode this week but je suis back
THE DEVIL WHISPERED “You can’t withstand the storm…”
THE WARRIOR REPLIED “I am the storm.”
art credit : kittrose
watched two hours of TLOU part II gameplay last night and holy fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk those graphiccccs
“That doesn’t look good.”
inquires || accepting
“you’re more than welcome to go grab some fast food for yourself than.”
her tone was only half joking. who was he to comment on her cooking? maybe it was too much of her to expect him to be thankful for a free meal or maybe she was being over sensitive about her cooking. either way, margot knew it didn’t look that bad. the sausages were soaking in enough oil to keep them from receding into themselves and over drying. the sweet potatoes were softening in the less than clean motel oven. most importantly, the salad had fresh vegetables in it. not canned. margot knew she didn’t want to scare off the only company she had had in weeks. she smiled.
“it’s all about the taste, not the looks. i promise.”
@dalisaid
brckenscn
Closing his eyes, Henry steadies himself, feet grounding on the wooden planks under his loafers as he takes a breath. His head is spinning as he stills himself, but even so, it’s a moment he needs to catch his own breath. He’s not sure how long until they’ll be fighting again. Any moment of rest was a moment to be on your guard.
It was just in that moment that he heard her call to him from the other room. Henry’s eyes flashed open as he started for the doorway to the back of the residence. ❛ I’m here, ❜ he responds when he enters, standing in the doorway. He’s by her side within an instant, reaching up to help her with the piping.
❛ Are you alright? ❜ Henry is finally able to ask her.
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The question he posed caught her off guard but did not slow her pace. It was something she should have been asking him. “I’m fine. Let’s get these in front room.” With piping slipping and tumbling between her arms, she struggled to carry so many when already out of breath. It didn’t matter, time was their enemy and the quicker they laid out some solid walls between them, the quicker they could move to the deepest part of the bunker. Margot drags the salt filled pipes to the edges of the wall, kissing the white trim.
“Lay ‘em out against the wall and door, it should keep ‘em out.” In truth, she didn’t know what them was. There was only the hope that they weren’t anything too strong, though from how out of breath this man was, there was no telling what could have been chasing him. She drops her final pipe, letting a huge huff of air escape from her lungs. “Can I ask ya’...” She spoke through bated breath, “what in the hell were you running form?”
Reblog this if your muse has family issues.
Sam and Margot Aesthetic
@stillprays
The "yes or no" game
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes or no.
supernatural character starters
splattermemes:
as requested by anon. Feel free to make any changes !
demon
“See you in hell.”
“I have a bit of beef with angels.”
“I’m only a little bit of a sadist.”
“Ooh, I can’t wait ‘til your soul is mine.”
“That’s not really how a contract works.”
“Do the right thing and just hail Satan.”
“Hey, kid. [opens trenchcoat] Wanna sell your soul?”
“I don’t know why people hate Satan so much. He’s pretty cool.” / “Oh yeah, Satan is the worst boss. Don’t tell him I said that.”
“Are my horns showing?”
“Hell is hot but so is Miami/L.A./etc.”
demigod
“And you thought you had daddy/mommy/parent issues.”
“This weapon is supposed to be holy.”
“I’m literally half god. How am I supposed to not be cocky?” / “You’re not cocky, but you’re a dick.”
“My family feuds have bigger consequences.”
“I thought that monster was supposed to be dead…”
“The difference between my parents and yours is that if I do something wrong, mine will send down a natural disaster.”
“[petting Hades’ dog] What? His name is Spot.”
“I’m just saying, Hercules/Achilles/etc. was a dumbass.”
“Kinda wish I was atheist sometimes.”
“It’s not MY fault all these monsters want to kill me.”
misc.
“You don’t know what I can do with these powers.”
“What? That? It wasn’t me.”
“I wish I could ‘come out’ as nonhuman but I don’t think that would end well.”
“So apparently I was ‘Chosen’ or something.”
“I’m not like other girls/guys/people. Because I could literally murder you.”
“[scoff] Mortals.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing. Even though I have been alive for a thousand years/have immense powers/read minds/etc.”
“Sometimes I wish I was normal.” / “Don’t be so Hot Topic.”
“Do you mind keeping…all this…a secret?”
“We are real. We just don’t like proving it.”
tohavelost:
@vvenator liked for amol starters
❝ this only works when people follow the rules. some of the younger generation don’t understand how imperative it is for our operation to remain a secret. ❞
“i get what you’re saying but nearly thirty isn’t considered young in this job. with a life expectancy of what, fifty? You’re basically midlife.”
margot is a bisexual hunter that just yearns to be a cottagecore lesbian