#( Hello I hope this is okay c: )

[hercarisntyours]

TFONE SPOILERS

what if orion died when megatron dropped him and he never became optimus and then he haunted megatron for the rest of time being a little fucking shit and menace like heather chandler is to veronica sawyer in heathers the musical

[wastheheart]

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

@doctrcullen (hello & thank you!)

She releases a scoff, fingers curling into her palm with underlying frustration now bubbling closer to the surface. She's been considerably tame for a newborn; the destruction and chaos expected of one hasn't seemed to find her, but she's always reminded about her capability for death and despair.

Amongst both Carlisle and Edward's warnings comes a hazy memory of parents (whose faces she cannot recall) delivering warnings in much the same fashion, although these came with the threat of becoming a spinster. The antes are of considerably different value, but the familiar urgency in both causes a bitter taste to rest in Esme's mouth. She has yet to try human food again after her tranformation, but she imagines it taste much like this.

"I needed to breathe," she answers, painfully aware that such actions are entirely defunct. It's a poor excuse and she knows he'll naturally not believe her. "Something about the outside air calms me."

Flashes of rolling fields and chicken pens come back to her every now and then. If he needs to touch her, Esme recalls trees and broken legs. Yes, it makes sense she prefers the outdoors more than being cooped up inside like an unruly dog.

"Don't worry. If an unsuspecting human comes along I'm sure you'll have me by the scruff before my fangs can find their jugular."

[bleue-flora]

it doesn't seem like non sense I'm keen on decoding it now lmao like i feel like I've seen that kind of code language before

[context]

Omg yes! Please do, I’m so curious. Like I feel like if it was just nonsensical mashing randomly on a keyboard then why are there underscores and parentheses which require the shift key, ya know?

And I’m not sure if it has to do with the maps at all, but I’ve tried to go ahead and locate them all. Unfortunately, I can’t figure out #1 or #4 (highlighted in teal) Perhaps it is their lab? Their island?Also, while not shown on the large map, I think #6 is actually Techno’s house.

Looks like #9 is the entrance to the prison and #2 is adjacent. #3 is the Las Nevadas casino. #5 is… is that where the secret staircase is from the finale? #7 is L’manberg and #8 is Snowchester…

[worldhell-a]

Annie knows she's awake because it's as much a hell outside as it was trapped within her own subconscious. Still it's numb. She's here, but barely. Her body had never felt so weak, never had she not been alert and cautious ... she knows what she needs to do, as a warrior, yet she's dragging along without much reasoning. Ahe wants to go home, that she knows. But, she's also tired. Unable to ignore how each step felt heavier then the last. If they had the luxury she's sure she might just go back to sleep. Then again, the thought of returning to an endless slumber kept her awake. Maybe it always would.

The end is fast approaching, but she can't find the will to care. She never had much anyway.

At his approach, Annie barely lifts her head ... when had he arrived? How long was he standing there? She can't recall. It should have surprised her, and yet, there's nothing in her that recoils, doesn't jump at the shock she should have felt. Armin, huh. The early memories of him are less vibrant to her in comparison to the familiarity of the voice she'd become accustomed to over the years. Darkness ... and then, his voice. A cruel irony in it's own way. The greatest mistake she'd made was not killing him, time and time again. Yet, she clung to those visits like a lifeline.

“ You don't need to talk to me anymore. ” When she finally speaks, it's matter of fact. There's no ill-will towards him, barely any left for most of them. No. She doesn't really care what happens anymore; but, she'll do what is needed of her, like she always had done before. And, if this shitty world allowed it, maybe she would see her father again.

Gaze flickers towards him briefly before staring off into the distance, never setting her sights on anything inparticular. “ Though I suppose even you wouldn't have known I'd be able to hear you. Otherwise, it's not very smart of you to talk so openly to the enemy. ”

@witswords ➼ starter call.

[waterfallofspace]

I have finished The M/entalist, a tv show that ended 10 years ago, a show that I'm sure no one else cares about, but that I am about to make my whole personality for at least 2 weeks as I have hyperfixated on it so hard I can barely breathe

so uhhhhhhhh anyways if anyone knows this show take this as an open invitation, or if not then consider this a formal warning that i may be reblogging things and screaming "P/ATRICK J/ANE" in the tags <3

[strayslost]

Sigma has never met Kyouka before, but... he knows of her.

Fyodor didn't tell him everything. But the fact that there's a member of the ADA who used to be part of the Port Mafia - an assassin - is something he's familiar with. An assassin, at such a young age... whenever Sigma thinks about it, his heart twists with an emotion he finds it difficult to identify.

Maybe he can relate to her, just a little. Sigma by now has worked for more criminal organizations than he can count, and he can't imagine that the Port Mafia saw Kyouka as anything other than a tool to use for their benefit, either. But... there's one difference between them.

Because now, in theory... Kyouka is free from all that...

It's actually her who notices him first- by the time he becomes aware of her presence, she's already looking at him, though Sigma doesn't know for how long she's been doing so. He feels strangely self-conscious under her gaze, but forces his voice to remain steady as he speaks.

"You're... Izumi-san, right...?"

@starsoath

[ravarui]

@deceitfultrickry liked this for a short starter

"If your arrival means another alien invasion, can we reschedule? Best for a week at least. My wedding anniversary is coming up and I would hate to have that one ruined." Not to mention that no one would be safe from Peppers wrath if their day got ruined again.

[aaternum]

@generalzelgius said, "why are you so concerned about me ? [ hi there!!! ]"

How was she meant to turn her cheek to the stranger she;d nearly blindsided just a few moments earlier? Cheek pressed into her knuckles, her eyes flicker over his attire, nose scrunched in curious delight. A cloaked individual with a presumed injury felt like a mystery she needed to solve. “   Why’re you so quick to turn down help when someone offers?   ” A quick quip, brow lifted as she gestures to the supplies within her small satchel. “  If you’re worried I’m trying to swindle you, take a look at my supplies. They’re … loved–    ” Archaic would be better term, but she refrains from dating her methods at mending. Inside her satchel rests a small corked vial, cloth bandaging and a slim dagger amongst the coin she’d acquired.  “ –but hardly dangerous.   ” With a small laugh, she lifts her hands, hopeful to convey her sincerity on the matter. In her travels she’d faced a fair share of injuries and she’d grown confident in her patchwork over time. The least she could do was put the skill to use for the betterment of others. 

“  Plus it’s my fault, I did throw the thing. Didn’t it slice you?  Hard to tell with your mysterious cloak.   ” By ‘thing’ she refers to the fine blade she’d been propelling into a nearby tree, Etched markings line the bark behind him – evidence of her crime. He just happened to be an unintended target the moment she decided to take a blind shot. After camping out here for a short while with few travelers coming by she couldn’t of predicted the second she’d close her eyes she’d nearly hit someone! (Pardon the risk in doing it at all,) A sheepish, toothy beam splits her features as she gestures again to where she presumed she’d hit.

 “  C’mon. You look like you’re traveling. If you do have an injury, y’know it’s gonna be a pain to deal with later.   ”

[starwrote]

" this heat worries me. " candace keeps a strong tone, all the while remaining soft with choice of words. " the scarlet sands has harmed many travelers who are not accustomed to the high temperature, but even then.. this is not normal." purple and golden hues shimmer beneath the beaming sun- ready to cast hydro as needed. no entirely sure if she sounded reassuring than the latter full of anxiety, the woman's demeanor provided a sense of safety. / @firezuhur

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie! How are you doing?

Since I don't know if you'll get this request (thanks Tumblr!) I'm sending you the requests all together, you can pick the one you like best! Have a nice day!!❤

 “do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?” “go to bed.” “what if we already got married and have five kids.” “go to bed.” 

Conrad and Fliss

 “what if aliens think we’re the aliens.” “the hell are you talking about-” 

Chris and Josh and Ashley

 “i’m still worried about tomorrow…” “do you want to talk and try to get your mind off of it?”

Nick and Abi

"I'm just saying, close your eyes and picture it, okay: Cozy bungalow on the coast, skylights everywhere, a view of the water from the back deck so you're never worried about pirates making off with the Duke, one of those smart-fridges so none of our seven children run out of GoGurts - "

"I hope you're the one planning on pushing all these children out," Fliss murmured, laughing tiredly despite herself, "I really, really hope that's part of the plan..."

" - I was about to go into my sick 401(k) and my many, many successful investments, but I'm starting to get the sense you're not taking this hypothetical very seriously, and since both of our names are on that future lease, I gotta be real with you, Cap'n - "

"Connie," Julia snapped from the other side of the deck, her and Alex little more than dark shadows beneath the stars, "some of us are trying to sleep after nearly getting murdered, and I'm very, verrrrrry quickly reaching the point where I'd rather go back inside and take my luck with the freaking bioweapon over listening to...to...whatever you're doing right now!"

"I'm coping, JJ - ever hear of it?!" he pretended to snap back at her. "Now," Conrad sighed, setting his head back down on the wadded up shirt he'd been using as a pillow, "where was...oh, right, my amazing 401(k)."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[lunatrics]

She huffs blaringly with the smallest pout pulling at her lips. Really Inuyasha? Jeez. Can't he just accept her concern without making comments like this. ❝ Of course I was worried! ❞ Just who did he take her for? Kagome wouldn't act otherwise if she didn't mean it. Now let her put more of this ointment on you; he might heal fine on his own but she could at least try to ease any discomfort. ❝ I can't help it. I know you're this tough guy, I get it ━ but it doesn't mean you can't get seriously hurt. What if I went and did that, huh? Wouldn't you be worried too? ❞ @vancreux

[wastheheart]

@newbrn asked: "it's hard to know what was a lie and what wasn't." (hello & thank you!)

It has been months since Bree's addition to the coven. She has become settled (or at least Esme hopes); so much so, it's strange to even imagine a time when she was not here.

With her addition has come understandable struggles, but they are struggles Esme is sure can be solved together.

She isn't doing much of anything when Bree speaks. In fact, the young girl takes Esme by surprise. She doesn't voice it, but hearing Bree begin to speak more honestly is truly overwhelming. As well as she thinks she might hide it, Esme recognises familiar hurt in dulling red eyes.

"Victoria was a master manipulator." The woman's name leaves a bitter taste in Esme's mouth. "No-one can blame you for not knowing what is what. You entered this world in chaos— it's how she wanted it. For that, I am sorry."

Esme nods toward the chair in front of her. "But I can help you figure that out now... Would you like that?"

[lcstkey]

@soothsayd | Cont. From Here

Taking a rest at the Seventh Heaven, the keybearer heard the decorative trinket drop when the stranger walked past her and turned to find it behind her chair. A quick double take between the dropped piece and the tall Elezen stranger helped her connect the dots in her mind.

She's quick to grab it off the floor and dash after him.

"Don't fret, it's fine. I'm thankful that I was able to catch up to you." Selena answers, handing the star-shaped trinket over to him, "Mayhap a chain link came loose or something. I'm certain that one of the crafters here, or even Tataru can fix it."

[phantomuheist]

@eternalbxtterfly said: “Which way to the nearest library?”

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | Accepting

Oh, it's a new face. A new transfer student, even after what happened with Kamoshida? Shocking, but she must be pretty brave or lucky to pick Shujin Academy. Akira gave her a small glance, trying to study her face and hope this wasn't some elaborate prank set up by a bunch of idiots. Everyone except his friends hated seeing him. Perhaps this girl proved to be on the exception list as well.

"Uh, if you mean aside from the school library, there are plenty of bookstores in Shibuya and Shinjuku, but there's one I particularly like in Shibuya for its variety." Truthfully, he wasn't an avid reader, but tried to look the part. "I can show you where it is on my phone, if... you're okay with that?"

[feyrevelry]

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

⸺⸺ "𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 molded for such . . . " Gesturing, "primitive conditions! One night under the stars was more than enough for me, thank you very much!" Sylverian was amidst a monologue about how AWFUL everything was, completely oblivious to the Gnolls gnawing on some cadaver in a cave they were approaching.

"And a bath, my dear friend, is not a ' luxury ', it's a necessity——" Sylverian's tirade was abruptly interrupted by a sharp gesture from Vasco, prompting him to fall silent, albeit begrudgingly.

Then the diva ℒord heard them too.

Panic seized him, he froze, aquamarine eyes wide as they locked onto his companion.

@seeasunset / actions speak louder than words

[multirosa]

"Oh, well, that's a fair attempt...but I can't say I know what exactly this is supposed to be..." As Navia just said, it was a fair attempt at latte art on the girl's behalf, but she couldn't at all figure out what said art was supposed to be. If she tilted her head to the left it looked like some sort of butterfly...but if tilted to the right, it resembled a bird of sorts.

Compared to her own carefully crafted latte art, Navia doesn't exactly feel comfortable giving critique so she opts for some polite tips instead. "Would you like to start over? If this is your first time, it's understandable to have shaky or uncertain hands!"

WINTERFES ACTIVITIES / silver white winters ( @lethalramifications )