#P)ELAse

[ballercollective]

guys we should ALL chip in a little evilness and draw @hexational's evil gradient. i've been doodling this fucker over and over again in my sketchbook please i need food im starving im going to die you wouldnt let me die would you/silly/nf

[ridgystacis]

IS THE FUCKING GASTER LETTER REAL HAS ANYONE HERE GOTTEN IT

[limblesstar]

DOES ANYONE HAVE THE AVERAGE GIRL ON HER PERIOD PHOTO WITH ASH WILLIAMS I NEED IT SO BAD

[serial-killers-hope]

icarus ronin .. p elase ejdsixad

A splendid idea my dear reader. ~ DP

CW / TW :

- Burning

- Religious Trauma

- Metaphoric Dysphoria

- Grief

SPOILERS :

- Gluttony Gods

- Killer Chat

Enjoy the warmth of the sun.

And don’t get too close.

Melting Wax Engraved In Bone.

Ronin wouldn’t ever admit that he had gotten too attached. After all, he never once spoke out about the struggles of being a archaic figure’s descendant who had been cursed to bear the struggles of their ancestor. But all he thought was how stupid he looked.

He eyed himself in the mirror, wings splayed out from behind him with a judgmental expression. He hated his wings, but at least he could hide them. It didn’t feel right in all honesty; how they tucked under his chest and practically melted into his skin.

Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it didn’t.

But Ronin never cared for that. He just wanted to be normal like everyone else. Beautiful and praised by the masses… something he never was. At least to himself.

He always hated how waxy his wings were. How they ruffled up when they were out and he was angry. How much he hated being the way he was. How he ignored the signs of burning from the goddamn sun that plagued his every step.

Ronin knew he was different, everyone said he was different. And gods did he hate it, he hated it so goddamn much. It drove him insane at this point.

Maybe Angel was right, that he’d always be trapped in his own mind and spiral of self-denial and his aching anxieties that screamed into his mind that he was being forced to be the way he was. All for some ancestor who probably didn’t even care about some random person who got cursed for their existence. It made Ronin mentally retch.

He folded his wings back in, wrapping them around to melt the waxy feathers into his skin. It stung, practically searing his skin as he hid all that was him… it made him feel oddly guilty. Even if it wasn’t much, it didn’t feel right.

Either way, Ronin shook it off with a soft sigh. His gaze on the floor as he shrugged on his shirt and signature jacket. Adjusting the rainbows on his wrists ( even if he was still lying to himself, he wouldn’t know why ) and fixing his beanie onto his head.

He had removed the horns ages ago when he got his wings, it didn’t feel right with them. Hell, it felt rude in all honesty. Even if it was for his own sake, people saw him as something to be feared. ( Even if he was a murderer, it wasn’t a good feeling. )

But Ronin shrugged the feeling off, looking over at a framed photo of him and a person he had known in Angelwood. Long before everything. Long before they died…

He still missed them. Halo and all.

[sm-baby]

I have returned from my deep slumber and arrived in this chaos, adorable animal family art, amazing Franny Sprite art, and most of all

MY SCHOLAR BABYS ARE GETTING BOTS? WHO ELASE HAS A BOT MUSHY I NEED TO KNOWWWWW /p

I miss Violet, Kilo... I miss her alot... Ill be back /ref Im so sad cuz I gave Violet a whole plot and everything!! I made her a mean boyfriend!! NOOOO!! THEY WERE JUST ABOUT TO MAKE UP!!!

Also we only have a Stephen Mine Bot for now :3 hes great

[prayers-to-hyliarceus]

Musharna mail! A nightmare. 

You don’t know where you are, or when you woke up. Time exists on a continuum and you are only privy to this moment, nothing more. 

You’re strapped down to a table, blindfolded and gagged, more a lump than a person. It’s cold and numb and the numbness is the worst part, if you could only manage to see a sliver of light or even press your fingernail against your thumb, you’d have some sensation to work with. But there’s nothing. 

“No eyes to see evil, no voice to cry suffering,” rasps a voice, and smooth fingernails trace their way down your cheek. You shudder, involuntarily trying to shift away, but nothing. 

The blindfold feels slightly looser now. As if there’s more room now. As if your eyes have simply vanished— which is impossible, your captor has to be getting to your head or maybe it’s drugs. Probably drugs. 

“No touch to cause harm,” and now there’s a razor thin line of something so cold it burns, traced along your upper leg. Is it poison? You can’t feel it. No, you can, there’s something like stone creeping up your body from the edge of the scratch like scales. You can’t stop it. What were you trying to stop? Why?

“No heart,” the voice rasps, “to feel the end!”

You open your eyes to a world with the inverse of color, where light is dark. You step forward. 

The thing has the inverse of a face, blank and pale like a mask waiting to be worn.  You reach out to it. You know what must be done. 

Zelda?

ohh gh n o n oonono onono onoo mkno p elase pelase pleas pelasleasepaselaseplease helpej ehelpe ehlepe helepme helpe me ehelpe ehlp me

we're here, we're to help.

slcaes

scale s

bod yd ins tmien isnt mine im faidng img gonigy to die i cnabt dje again heleprnrme i can t go bkadc

You are not going to die, little bird, and I will stand in the path of a raging sandstorm before I let that happen.

We will protect you, always.

always.

[umbreonstuck]

p[elase PLAEAASe long hair terexi plea

posted. thog get hair

[oh-gh0st]

A jolt rushes through him and he gasps, immediately snapping down into a bow- rigid as all hell. "I-im so sorry!! I-i shouldn't have assumed... oh god, p-please don't break up with m-m-me!!!!" He wails pathetically and launches himself at your leg, whines and whimpers raising in volume.

UR FINE.... GET OFF MY LEG P ELASE. THANKS

[lion-byte]

p elase splease pelaes pleas eplease pleas please pleas

[poconopaula]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Garage, Ava Tie Front Floral long sleeve crop shirt Blouse NWT.

[ardorburnt]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞    𝐡𝐢𝐦      ;                   a    man    of    trepidation     .         he    tries      &      tries      .         is    love    worth    the    hostility      ?         maybe    not    all    love    is    worth    the    bane    of    serpents      ,      but    she    is      .         she    is    seraph    kissed      !          but    he      —      he    is    the    devil      .         a    personified    sin      .          yet      ,      he    thieves    his    swain’s    attention      &      the    town    whispers    of    the    wrong    lovers      .         he    is    meant    to    be    the    moiety    to    her      ,      not    the    ophidian      .          so    he    will    try   again      .          he    will    beg    hell    for    clemency      ,      for    peace    ‘twixt    rivals      .          he    will    do    it    for    her      .                    ❝                    parker      ,      i    would    like    to    take    a    moment    to    apologize    if    i’ve    ever    seemed    impolite    or   ungracious     to    you      .         it    was    never    my    intention      .                    ❞                    tongue    bitten      .          he    chokes    on    vile    candor      &      spits    out    fabrications      .                    ❝                    jasmine    sees    you    as    one    of     her     closest     friends      &      for    her      ,      i    would    love    for    us    to    be    civil      .          i    would    hate    for    her    to    lose    you      .                    ❞

*          @unrotted      !

[postmakerkiwi]

P ELASE . DO YOU SEE IT TOO

anhyone feel up to checking the Mario Wiki's current image and confirm that i am Not losing my mind and their version of the back of Donkey Kong 3 for NES's American box indeed says "plenty og cocnuts" where it should say "plenty of coconuts"

[beaniegara]

given that

a) shane can unmistakably carry ryan and

b) ryan has his hand on shanes neck

i expect no less than 20 fics in the next two weeks involving shane carrying ryan bridal style and also a description of every touch involved, please dont disappoint me fandom

i might even help

when im not too terribly busy

but like

l i k e

thats what fanfics are made of 

[tvonq]

hyuck: if you get the question wrong then you need to eat it

mark: but what if you get hurt

hyuck:

[martini-police]

I'm listening to Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys (that's not the only song I know I'm #deep into them), and ohhhhhhh mannnn I'm so ready for their new album

I mean, I know it'll be different from this and AM and probably all of their other albums, but dhfughuhudsuhfsdfhu I'M READY I ' M R E A D  Y

[picklewednesday]

My name vee/silly /gen/nm, AND YES,, it's payjay u want righttt

OH sorry i wasnt sure if you were comfortable with me using vee so i just used luminary, but if youre comfortable writig t that ues p;elase