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Eyyy so as you may have noticed, this blog is pretty dead and I don't really know if I'm ever going to get back to it. I still rp on discord here and there, but my personal tumblr is @roxannetheillfigure

If you wanna message me there/ask for my discord, please feel free. I'll put this post in a queue for a bit then probably stop checking in here. Hope everyone's doing well and I'll talk to some of you later 🧡

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Eyyy so as you may have noticed, this blog is pretty dead and I don't really know if I'm ever going to get back to it. I still rp on discord here and there, but my personal tumblr is @roxannetheillfigure

If you wanna message me there/ask for my discord, please feel free. I'll put this post in a queue for a bit then probably stop checking in here. Hope everyone's doing well and I'll talk to some of you later 🧡

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Eyyy so as you may have noticed, this blog is pretty dead and I don't really know if I'm ever going to get back to it. I still rp on discord here and there, but my personal tumblr is @roxannetheillfigure

If you wanna message me there/ask for my discord, please feel free. I'll put this post in a queue for a bit then probably stop checking in here. Hope everyone's doing well and I'll talk to some of you later 🧡

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Eyyy so as you may have noticed, this blog is pretty dead and I don't really know if I'm ever going to get back to it. I still rp on discord here and there, but my personal tumblr is @roxannetheillfigure

If you wanna message me there/ask for my discord, please feel free. I'll put this post in a queue for a bit then probably stop checking in here. Hope everyone's doing well and I'll talk to some of you later 🧡

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                  IND. MULTIMUSE. PENNED && LOVED BY LAUR. SLOW ACTIVITY.

                                          ( Layout credit to anacommissions ! )

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you have no idea what it’s been like. ( diego to ben )

“you’re right, diego, i don’t,” he scoffs, bitter sound upon his tongue. he’s missed diego, all of his siblings, he really has, but to imply that ben’s had it any easier irks him. having to sit on the sidelines, unable to deter your own brother from wasting his life and accepting your own has ended? it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. “i have no idea what it’s like to grow up, to live a life that has meaning. all i have are regrets and bitterness that you guys got the chance to make it and you wasted it by being in a never ending pissing match against luther. dad’s dead and you still can’t drop your childish bullshit.”

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- Can you play?

- Dunno. Let’s find out.

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zombies don’t talk

a starter for @alwaysbecontaminated

The street was grimy and covered in ash. He left a trail of footsteps behind him. The silence was deafening as he rounded each corner carefully, making sure he wasn’t walking into anyone or anything. Every few minutes he would look over his shoulder and confirm his continued isolation. Gabriel’s legs ached. With every step, a 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐭 of pain ran through to his hips. He had to keep going though. Ever since he had started this solo journey outside his home, the fire inside him started. The only thing that kept him going was finding his father.

 He had been walking all day, the sun had faded behind the horizon, and darkness had set in. Gabe decided to stop somewhere for the night. He decided to make his temporary home among a row of shops. Most of them had the security gates still intact. He slipped into the one that had the least windows and slowly shut the security gate behind him. He didn’t bother to lock it though, ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑍’𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡. 

 He surveyed the room, it was a small drug store that had been completely ransacked. The pharmacy counter nestled in the back corner was smeared with dry blood. He walked through each aisle, his quiver pulled, arrow ready. Once he was sure the place was clear, he set his backpack down and loaded it up with whatever was left intact. A bag of chips, a snack cake, some bottles of aspirin. He slid over the counter to the other side. Whoever had raided this had taken all of the stronger pain medication, and left the empty bottles scattered with the trash “𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒚…” Gabe whispered to himself, head shaking  “𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒛’𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒙𝒚𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏.” he scanned each label quickly, grabbing what he thought might be useful. There was blood pressure medicine, diabetes medicine. He left the insulin where it was, it hadn’t been refrigerated so it had probably gone bad “𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆” 

He put his bag on the floor, and tried to push it to some level of comfort. He lied down and closed his eyes. Sleep didn’t come easy, it never came easily. Even when he did manage to sleep, it was always light. He was always listening, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙙. This night however not only did he fall asleep, he even had a 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. It was short, but he cherished it. It was a memory of his trip to Thailand, a beautiful elephant stomping across his path. When he woke up he couldn’t shake it off. The feeling of … 𝑛 𝑜 𝑟 𝑚 𝑎 𝑙.

The sun had barely managed to peek out through the clouds, he couldn’t tell what time it was. He gathered his things and shoved some loose pieces of gum into his mouth as a makeshift toothbrush. Today was the day he would make it to the hospital stronghold in Atlanta. It was the only building still left in the city. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. Gabe lifted the gate slowly, making sure the coast was clear. The signs along the road told him the hospital was only 10 miles away. He was sure he could make it in good time. 

He stretched, his arms above his head and yawned. That was the best night’s sleep he had had in awhile. He walked, and walked for what felt like an eternity before stopping for lunch. He had a healthy balanced meal of dehydrated mashed potatoes and tuna from a pouch. Better than nothing. After eating every crumb, and licking the bag clean, he started his trek again.  Every few feet he would silently sneak by a zed, at one point there was a 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝. He cursed to himself, as he detoured through muck filled alleys. 

 He knew he was close, there were signs of life everywhere. Large 𝐱’𝐬 spray painted on doors, windows 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 in, but not only on the ground floor. There was a truck sitting across the middle of the road, a small car behind it, forming a makeshift barricade. He climbed over the car and caught the hospital in his line of vision. He started a sprint, not realizing how dangerous that could be. They fired a warning shot he narrowly missed ❞𝙄’𝙈 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙀.❞ he shouted “𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑑! 𝑍𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘!”

most people seemed to lose track of the years, of how long it’s been since the world went to shit, but not five. five counted it down to the weeks, as though counting down the time left until he could be reunited with his family - even if he’s well aware that day wouldn’t be coming. likely ever. he found them the day he ran away, lifeless bodies covered in rubble with no explanation as to what exactly happened to them. academy destroyed, ruins pinning down their bodies, though ben and vanya’s had been missing. it gave him a false sense of hope at the time, that perhaps they made it through, that he still had family out there, but after years of searching, he found himself giving up. the hope hurt more than the acceptance, than allowing himself to slowly drift off into madness reginald has always warned him of. he’s surprised it wasn’t just an excuse to prevent him from time traveling for once. never would’ve guessed the man was capable of being truthful. at least he managed once before his death. good riddance, to be honest. 

five has been staying in hospital building for about a week now, convinced dolores has come down with something that only garnishes peculiar looks from those who have found refuge within the confines of the building. some doctors who had made a career here before the world ended and some psychiatrists who insisted they let five live his fantasy of being ‘married’ to a mannequin. fantasies are all some people have anymore, delusions of their currently cursed reality. the only way they’re capable of coping. he's just a child, let him have this, he had overheard at some point, shrugged it off easily enough. their opinions don’t concern him, much rather focus on dolores and some attempt to fix the mistakes the world had made. to fix the time line. the resources he requires are scarce, but that doesn’t stop his searches. or his desire to protect those that gave him shelter for the time being. so when intruder crosses into their territory, he doesn’t hesitate to give off a warning shot, purposely missing, yet aiming close enough to startle the man. warn him not to come any closer. lowering the rifle, five teleports before the stranger with an arched eyebrow. cautious. 

“zombies aren’t as dangerous, either,” he insists coldly, gun resting at his side, but finger on the trigger all the same lest any sudden moves are made. “are you armed?” he asks casually, eyes glancing from the man’s features to his hands. can’t be too careful. unlike zombies, the living are unpredictable, intentions not always clear. and he doesn’t dare chance what little he has to a newcomer. “try anything and i won’t hesitate to blow your head off,” he warns.

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he’s gotten better at communication since he was a teenager, doesn’t have much of a choice when public speaking comes with the territory of being the fire lord. still, announcements seem to come easier to him than one on one conversations, especially when he doesn’t know the person. practice runs are still played out in his head, no matter the simplicity of the awaited talk. he finds relief, at least, in the knowledge of typical peaceful nature of air benders, doesn’t expect any hostility so long as zuko himself doesn’t display any. years ago he surely would’ve, but anger in general has diminished from his being in his time as fire lord. doesn’t want to keep his father’s legacy alive after all. no, he wants a peaceful environment for his people - for the world. it’s what they deserve after all those years of war and unnecessary death. and he intends on providing that for them however he can. 

palm gently soothes the top of the dragon’s head as they arrive at the southern air temple, quietly encouraging druk to flap his wings and perch himself upon the grounds of the temple. beast’s head lowers then, allows zuko to step down and pat druk’s head with a faint smile. “thanks, druk,” he muses quietly, golden eyes examining his surroundings curiously as he cautiously wanders. even in serene setting, his guard remains up to an extent - partially why druk accompanies him, though he remains behind lest he wreck the place. that and the fact that it’s much less tiring than walking. he blinks as another form comes into view, zuko clearing his voice to draw attention to himself lest he startle them. “excuse me?” he tries, awkward yet warm smile crossing him as he does so. “i’m assuming you’re an air bender?” there’s that awkward ‘charm’ of his. who else would be at the air temple? “i’m zuko - of the fire nation. well, fire lord,” he mumbles a bit. nailed it. 

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have the season 2 promos for tua given me life? perhaps

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＂Ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ， ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｔｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ？＂

𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒉  𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒-𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.           𝐷𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.               𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑦. 

                                                   🖋𝒫ℯ𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓃 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

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🇽 ❞𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲❟ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚❞​

            𝚂 𝙿 𝙾 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴 𝙳 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.          

                                                        𝓅ℯ𝓃𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓃 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

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                                   there’s no peace up here  //  no happy medium that I’m looking for 

                            ��            independent . nmcu based frank castle . promo by bren 

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Hey friends, I'm really sorry I've been slacking. My mental health has low key been a mess. I'm feeling better mentally, but now that Fun time of the month is approaching and apparently it wants me to Suffer. I just wanted everyone to know I'm not ignoring you and I will get to things asap whenever my body decides to stop hating me. And feel free to message me about whatever. I might not respond right away, but I am around and pop in here and there 💜

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My favorite thing about my TUA children is that not a single one of them can wink properly

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Just to make it crystal fucking clear, all cops are bastards, black lives matter, and have always mattered. If you don’t agree with me, or want to cry shit like ‘but not all cops’, ‘all lives matter’, and/or ‘stop talking about politics’ (even tho human lives are not politics), you do not deserve my writing. Leave.