#And voila

[isagaiia]

the herald's favorite

[divyasoup]

beach day

[kindred-spirit-93]

neoptolemus be upon ye

tried something new. at this rate i will literally teach myself how to sculpt & master 7 languages before finishing my studying goals omfg

[blueberry-ry]

Shuk'at

[shoo-KHAT]

Deserter (lit: lacerated person)

Typically used to refer to those deserters that end up becoming beggars, waiting for the war to be over and finally go back home.

[michelle-manips]

Bonnie Bennett Gif

[borealtwilight]

it has finally happened

the john halo order number

[cpyclopse]

"And maybe this is killing a part of me

But it aint called love without a little tragedy~"

[My Art]

[brasiliangp]

@f1blrcreatorsfest sprint 3: throwback - western

[thegreatbeyondmp3]

my work schedule disappeared for like an hour and it had me freaking the fuck out bc that's usually the first sign that you're going to be fired, but it's back now? so i don't know what to think

[theskeletoninthegarden]

😂 My hair is blue and green

[greenand-blue]

In the spirit of Halloween I have a fucked up idea.

TW for descriptions of violence and gore below the cut

(Edit I’ve decided to call it Pighead AU so that’s the tag if anyone’s curious)

Engineering student Martin Kratt has fallen on hard times; school is harder than he thought it would be and he promised his folks he wouldn’t do drugs when he got to college but how else is he supposed to stay awake to study? After being attacked one night after a small bender, he wakes up in an abandoned factory, his head trapped in a massive metal contraption. The puppet that comes on the TV says that he “wants to play a game.” He tells him that the contraption on his head will split his face open if he doesn’t slice open the dead body in the corner to find the key. As he stands up to get to the body, he hears a *click*. The trap is active and time is running out. Martin doesn’t hesitate to slash open the body’s stomach, desperately searching through blood and slimy flesh to find his salvation. Just as the last ten seconds began, finally, he found the key. The blood on his hands made it tricky to slip it into the lock but, just in time, Martin threw the thing off his head. It hit the floor and snapped shut. Shaking and crying and screaming, covered in someone else’s blood, Martin jumped when a hidden door opened. The puppet from the TV rolled in on a red tricycle.

“Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. I have a proposal for you; join me, and teach others the lesson you have just been taught. I have been watching you. Your skills are wasted on dime a dozen office buildings and gentrified neighborhoods.” Martin sat there and thought it over. What other options did he have? He stood and faced the puppet.

“When do I start?”

[aqpippin]

Six Sentence Sunday - 

goodecox au 🥐

(beach house fic)

Gigi is warm and golden, and Jackie can still feel the sand and taste the salt on her skin when she presses a kiss into the redhead’s shoulder. The evening is quiet, they move with ease, nothing needing to be said between gin and tonic refills and the occasional refresh of the grazing board between them. 

Gigi alternates between chewing on crudités and her pencil as she works through a little crossword book she bought at the airport, mumbles a little ‘fuck’ every time some condensation drips off her glass and smudges her lead scratchings. Jackie works through emails and invoices and Gigi doesn’t even have the heart or the energy to tell her to stop, just lets her do her own thing in an attempt to keep the peace that has grown between them. Jackie feels like Malibu sunsets go for hours, with the way the sun moves lazily away from the coast timestamped only by the changing of the tide rather than the shutter of Gigi’s instagram story. As much as she loves the city, as much as she swears she’ll never leave New York, she feels like she can live like this forever. 

[simquoya]

damn, ma

Lotus is sitting nervously in her living room, fidgeting with her hands as she waits for her mother, Eve, to arrive. She knows that Eve can be unpredictable and inconsistent, and the news she's about to share could trigger her mother's past addiction issues and emotional instability.

When Eve finally arrives, she greets Lotus with a cold stare. Lotus takes a deep breath and nervously blurts out, "Mom, I'm pregnant." Eve's expression immediately turns from cold to furious, and she starts yelling at Lotus, accusing her of being irresponsible and making a mistake.

As Eve continues to berate Lotus, Sami walks in the door and immediately senses the tension in the room. He asks what's going on, and Eve turns her attention to him, accusing him of taking advantage of Lotus and impregnating her for his own selfish reasons. Sami tries to defend himself, but Eve is too enraged to listen.

Finally, Sami has had enough and tells Eve to leave their home. Eve responds by saying, "See, it's already starting. He's pushing your momma out. After you have that baby, you're next." Lotus breaks down in tears as Eve storms out of the house.

[moth-like-habits]

(Pixlriffs lore in which I experiment with iambic pentameter)

It takes not mortal blood to trick a god

And as such “My name has been Pixlriffs”

Is not a claim made from a mortal tongue

The god of Stratos knows not who he meets

In truth the miss is not his fault alone

His immortality is not yet old

And memory seems not to serve him well

The past- a copper king and mesa home

Are lost in mist from rising to divine

The archeologist hopes the flood of power treated his friend well

Yet he remains under a spell to hide

How would how should how could he tell him now

This life is not the first that they have lived

How could he speak of humanity lost

The end of empires similar to these

The end of the world

This burden need not land upon his friend

Indeed the truth of time takes tolls to learn

For now, the god may believe in the lore

The emperor of past will watch him grow

And as such: “My name has been Pixlriffs”

Uncertainty within the tense he chose

His friend, his kin, his kind might yet unmask

An answer for a question he won’t ask

[haveyoumetmythief]

Girl who has never seen Breaking Bad, shittily vacuum sealing an oz of weed into smaller sandwich bags: Getting A Lot of Breaking Bad Vibes from this