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shark vs the universe
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Not today Justin
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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One Nice Bug Per Day
if i look back, i am lost
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@z9-19-blog
TAXIDERMYQUEEN
I was taken out before the labor pains set in, behold the world’s worst accident! I am the girl anachronism!
A OC that is definitely besties with the local cryptid. Penned by Truckie & sideblog to onewiththeglow.
A dark silhouette, a towering man, stood across from the smaller synth as she inquired. He was backed by the burning, dreary sunset, swaying with the evening breeze on the outskirts of her settlement. Silver hair was pulled in wisps from his braid, caked with paint, long since dried, a deep wine that bled down the twist, over his chest. On his face, too, a sickly green pulled and split as a quick turn of his head centered his gaze onto her. “Does it see? There?” The question comes soft, a hiss through filed teeth, bubbles of violet oozing over his lips. He had looked elsewhere, a wordless gesture for her to look too, just at the horizon where a cloud rose, the lingering signs of a mininuke.
I’m not afraid of realism in threads. I’m not afraid of those moments where your character is less than gentle. I’m not afraid of threads where my muse may catch yours on a bad day. I’m not afraid of fallouts, ugly crying, rejecting kindness that they may need and grudge-holding because; who says that’s where our character’s relationship has to permanently stay? I don’t want every thread with everybody to be happy and come with peaceful resolution. I live for complexities. I don’t want to interact with someone who’s afraid of making their character be natural around mine. In fact, I’d be horrified to know if someone is bending their character just to appease me. Or if they can’t be themselves around me. So do you. Write out those moments of your character that you know would go down. Hit up my IMs so we both know what to expect. But basically, write your character the way your character is. And be consistent with OOC communication too: don’t just have shit hit the fan without saying a peep to a partner. Annnnd if you can tell somebody doesn’t want it to go this way. Just dump ‘em man.
@z9-19
its the circle of life
You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.
A Word To My Lovers (via thatantisocialbitch)
mood
Bleed into blue and it makes a nice Tyrian purple.
Words from a Heathen ;
“–– How does it think I makes the purple? Blood from the harbor, and blue. So much blue.”
I would do anything to protect you, even if I must do UNTHINKABLE things to keep you safe
–– @watchmeroar ; continued from x
“–– A HEATHEN, unclean. Unworthy of a name.”
"Here is something I have to say, fuck you."
The Maine starters ;
“––– If it comes any closer, I will fuck it. With Atom’s Judgement.”
"Don't tell me this thing is loaded"
Some starters I’ve forgotten ;
Prowler looks between Sarah and the sawed off shotgun clutched in his hand. Purple oozed down his wrist, dripping in slow trails down the barrel of the weapon. There was a quirk of his brow in question, then a curl of his lip, peeled back at the corner to show a set of filed teeth still stained with paint.
“–– Does this Heathen usually carry guns with no ammo?” His words were said in a quiet murmur, purple oozing down his chin as he points at her.
“That seems a dangerous, and stupid thing. Atom help it.”
‘ just act like a freak and sleep with everyone you’ve ever known ’
The Maine starters ;
There’s a flash of confusion on his face, pale skin showing in the cracks of dark paint that split as he furrowed his brows. He leans forward just slightly, breaking through the shadow of the corner he was sat in, brushing back his hood.
“–– Why sleep? I do not sleep.”
“Is this the only way to act like a ‘freak’?”
Is that your GEIGER COUNTER making that noise, or is it your local fog demon spitting paint from the shadows? Click the LIKE button to find out. mutuals only.
