#but hi!

[percentstardust]

@heartsintertwine

Her fangs are in some man's neck. She's snuck off from some fancy party her father is throwing to entertain rich mortals for him to use and lure into his web of destruction. It was not hard for Abigail to lure this man away into some dark corner so she can feast on his blood. She should have been more patient. A nice afterparty after the event her father is throwing for the vampires loyal and true to him would soon follow where she could feed to her heart's content. She will probably feed again later. Her appetite never seemed to be satiated. She once thought she would grow out of that. It has been centuries since her turning. She has not. She senses someone behind her and she pulls away from the man's neck. Blood covers her mouth but she has managed to not get anything on the expensive attire she wears. Jagged teeth poke out from her gums as she stares back at the doll. Odd. But, she's lived long enough to meet the likes of Frankenstein's monster, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and of course, the Wolfman. Her head tilts to the side, etheral blue eyes staring at Chucky.

"It's rude to interrupt someone when they're feeding."

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

*walking in, as if I haven't disappeared for a few weeks due to crippling mental health issues as if it didn't happen even though it probably will happen again, sipping a smoothie* Hi what did I miss?

[gmanwhore]

Hiiii again, or whatever♡

-Anastacha<3

Hey kiddo!

[thatstonedwriter]

Hi! It’s been awhile, I was wondering if I could request reader doing the “leaving a plate of food for them in the microwave” with Fizz+Ozzie and/or Millie+Moxxie

(•^•)- <3 🎧

Howdy! Good to see you, hope you're doing well. Thanks for dropping in! I'm more than happy to write for you. I've added your prompt to the inbox post, but I just wanted to answer this and say hi! 💜💜

[the-pest1lence]

A wish

A wish is something we make when we are children when we picked up pennies that were face up and then we threw said pennies into a fountains. Or we blew out birthday candles and swore to keep our wish a secret. Or wished on stars, repeating a small rhyme we learned from someplace or another to make sure it came true. At least I did.

But as we get older, we lose that belief in the power of wishes. We no longer pick up random pennies, instead leaving them on the ground. There are no more birthday wishes since many of us don’t even think when we blow out the candles. No more wishes to the stars because now we know stars are just pieces of lights that aren’t even there anymore. At least I lost that belief.

I may have lost my belief in wishes but I don’t think society as a whole should forget about being that innocent. I don’t this we should forget about when getting a ladybug to land on your shoulder was a dream come true. I don’t think we should forget about when we would try to go to sleep faster on Christmas Eve because if we weren’t asleep by the time Santa arrived, we wouldn’t get any presents. So please remember that time and please, if you ever find a penny face up, make a wish. Remember that it may just come true.

-Pest 💚

[peacerainbowtiger]

💕 Hi!! I’m Genesis, I’m an 19 y/o transmasc n butch fanartist. I’m fine with any pronouns.

💜 I have one piece and red dead autism at the moment, but I also like Final Fantasy 7, Metal Gear Solid, Yakuza, Resi Evil, and a variety of other things. You’ll mostly see one piece here, though!

🌈 DNI: Proship, profic, and whatever else you people call yourselves. Just generally don’t be weird or hateful and we’re chill.

🐊 My art tag is #gennys silly draws and my textpost/rambling/shitposty one is #genny talks

💋 Always feel free to message me, I don’t bite!!

[flawsfatal]

#​🇫​​🇱​​🇦​​🇼​​🇸​​🇫​​🇦​​🇹​​🇦​​🇱​  —  a  roleplay  blog  associated  with  coloradohq  scribed  by  rook,  he/him,  twenty-three.  currently  housing  harrier  “hal”  brennan (matt bomer)

A  STUDY  IN  hope  amidst  desolation,  connection  and  isolation,  seeking  forgiveness,  recovery  and  resilience,  the  weight  of  regret,  stolen  moments  of  joy,  fighting  numbness,  desire  for  redemption,  the  cyclic  nature  of  trauma,  the  erosion  of  dreams.

intros - tasks - musings

[helianss]

a swift greeting :3

hello there!

Hiya! :D

[tev-the-random]

re: the mythicalsausage appreciation post HI!!!!! how's it going my man

HIIII!

Oh, it's going great! You know, trying to cope with the end of season 2, thinking of rewatching season 1 again like a masochist

Always glad to browse through the Empires SMP tag and see some good Mythical J Sausage. My guy is brainrot personified.

[c0nt3nt-d3le7ed]

GET MUTUAL'D!

wowzers!!! i’ve been mutual’d!!!!

[foxy-lisard]

the day i have to fight you is the day god cries 🫡

Ngl I read dies instead of cries and was 100% ready to just accept that

[huldrechaos]

@cyberneticlagomorph

uh...hi! how’s you?

[mymanymerrymuses]

@aerth said: "What do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?" (ushijima to kenma)

To start, there is only confusion. Yes, Kenma is well aware that he's expected to understand text talk, and he does, in fact, understand text talk, so it isn't an unfair expectation by any means.

It's just that he's also not the kind of person that people talk to, so confusion is quickly replaced by suspicion. Someone may have put Ushijima up to this.

Kenma spends a few moments peering up at Ushijima, scanning him for any sort of clue towards motive. He doesn't see any hints of anything malicious, so, after a quick glance around to check for any observers to this odd interaction, he decides it's okay to answer.

"Um, it's 'I don't know', 'love you', and 'talk to you later'. But, you know you could have just looked it up, right?" You didn't have to talk to me, being the part of that Kenma doesn't say.

[riddleboxez]

helloooooo im alive i swear

ive had a hell of a couple months lol

[shoesofthefishermanswife]

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful (if you want :))

hi north ily!!

[the-pest1lence]

A Rollercoaster

When I was younger, I often wondered how people live. How certain people made me feel like I was about to fly while others made me feel like I was about to sink. I often wondered why my head would spin around you, the same way it did when I was on a rollercoaster. I soon realized rollercoasters reminded me of you.

I was a little older when I realized that you only reminded me of the dread I felt before the drop, no longer the adrenaline I felt when I finally hit the drop. But by then, it was too late, I was already on the ride. And I didn’t have the opportunity to get off at the exit because you made me want to go on another loop… so I gave you my heart. My heart which you proceeded to use as payment for the ride… except you only used my heart. Not yours.

I was older still when I noticed that the rollercoaster had vanished… you went with it… but not before you threw my heart on the track and ran it over. You took what was not yours to take, gave it to someone else so you could ride with them without consequences. I’m older now but I’m still young. I don’t know much of the world. But I can now ride a rollercoaster without thinking of you. Because I took my heart back… by learning how to forget about yours.

-Pest 💚