#dezerter

[stay-alive-again]

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"Ratuj swoją duszę" Dezerter

[jaszczur-pank]

Wow, ja i postowanie czegoś na tumblr.com???? O cholercia :0

Kilka istotnych postaci z świata polskiej sceny punkowej :D

Reference images i przypisy pod spodem!!!

Dariusz "Skandal" Hajn - SS-20/Dezerter

Eugeniusz "Siczka" Olejarczyk - KSU

Piotr "Vova" Wojciechowski - Nauka o Gównie

Tomasz "Siwy" Wojnar - Defekt Muzgó

(chyba) Jaromir "Młody" Krajewski - WC

Tomasz Bogdan "Dzwon" Adamski - Siekiera

Paweł "Guma" Gumola - Moskwa

[sheena1234]

Wypisuję się z tej cholernej rodziny bo...

Jestem głupi mam pierdolca

W uchu kolczyk w dupie stolca

Ciągle płyną na mnie skargi

Ciągle z ludźmi mam zatargi

Je je jestem wredny leń

[dance-world]

Pierre-Louis Dezert - photo by Jérôme Sussiau

[redd956]

Hypothermia Whump Prompts?

Yes, of course! I love cold whump (maybe too much)

Hypothermia Whump Prompt List

CW: Character Death Mention, Hypothermia

Caretaker/Whumper wrapping their coat around a shivering Whumpee

Slowly their body stopped quaking, and Whumpee felt a wash of relief mixed with exhaustion. Their legs began to lift less. Their arms shuffled stiffly at their side, and their eyelids struggled to remain staring. Maybe, I'll sit, for just a moment.

Caretaker trudges over the snow banks, cradling whumpee in their arms. "Stay awake." Caretaker begs, "Please stay awake."

Whumper is proficient living in the cold, one way or another. If Whumpee wants to survive living in the harsh environment they have to rely on Whumper. Enough is enough, Whumpee thought. They've escaped whumper, but will they ever escape the cold alive?

Caretaker's boot meets something solid in the snow banks. Brushing the snow aside, they're horrified to see whumpee.

Whumpee is so out of it, they cannot even speak, let alone recognize what's happening to them.

Multiple whumpees become trapped in the cold. Unable to stay awake, they gambled with the night. Upon getting up, Whumpee discovers that someone didn't make it.

Formal Caretaker/Whumper watched the heavy snowfall from in front of their cozy fireplace relaxing in a recliner. They sighed at the obnoxious rattling that nearly shook their front door. Their personal enemy, whumpee, sat at their doorsteps waiting to give their best pleading to be let inside.

Caretaker spying Whumpee stumbling and staggering in the middle of a freezing night.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker asked the shivering silhouette.

Magic/Nonhuman Caretaker continues to check Whumpee's vitals with the whisk of their hand, and they're growing concerned about the slowing heart rate.

"Whumper?", Whumpee's terror managed through clattering teeth. In their delirium, they did not understand who they were looking at.

[thigh-inspectors]

[alienorchids]

DEZERT - 「特製・脳味噌絶倫スープ~生クリーム仕立て~」

MFRD-001

2013

[jaszczur-pank]

Save me linoprint..

Linoprint

Linoprint save me

(Did i accidentally carve the writing on one of them the normal way and only later remembered that it will print as a reflection? Maybe. But its my first time doing something like this so)

[kuru121]

I adore Maya’s outfit here omg

[lizthedoll]

♡.Pinkk princess cupcakes.♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ⋆ ˚｡

[ragnar0c]

Today (August 31st/ Aries 19th) is Tank’s birthday!

Featuring his fav bar bestie Dezerte. Bro probably called her ex hot.

I don’t get to talk about Tank a lot— so here’s a bunch to make up for that. What they’d do on his birthday:

He’d keep his birthday a secret. And he wouldn’t have many plans. Unfortunately for him, Alope knows everyone’s birthday bc she checked the guild paperwork. Hana asked for his horoscope and remembered the date. And Enid.

Hana would ask him to meet her at Inver and give him sweets claiming they were extras. Alope would be there too, and would say happy birthday at the same time Hana gave him the cookies.

Then Tank would think aloud for a second: “Hey. Didn’t you give E ‘extra’ sweets on his birthday too?”

H: “I just happened to be making some.” T: “On all our birthdays, huh?” H: “If you don’t like that I can take them back-“ T: “Why would I let you take back my birthday treat?” H: “They AREN’T birthday treats.”

Alope would think it was really funny (and not understand that they were birthday sweets.). After they bothered him, Enid would be especially lax with him. Like they’d be the one to say “Let’s head down to the Bistro!” It’d scare everyone.

E: “You think I like being mean to him?” Alope and Hana: …. Hana: “….Yeah.” E: “You two actually suck.” (Wanted to call them assholes SO BAD but cannot curse AT people.)

At the bistro, Enid would actually drink too. (Drunk Enid jumpscare) Alope and Hana would have to take Enid home 100%. Tank would stay late so he could share his sweets with Dezerte and hear the tea.

When he was on the way home Ignis and Magnolia would catch him and gift him something fancy— Magnolia would feign offense for not “being invited” And he’d have a nice little chat with them.

Probably his least lonely birthday in 15 years.

[kusokurae69]

[2015mai24]

Miya (Mucc) x Aki x Sora (Dezert)

[dance-world]

Pierre-Louis Dezert

[redd956]

I love immortal characters who are in for the longevity

I love the drama, story, and implications they bring in

The horrific realization of their best friends looking down on a group photo where one obviously shines younger then the rest

The mortal lover looking at their wrinkles in the mirror, only to turn and see none on their partner

The pain of many wars. Enough wars that they can no long differentiate their contents. Maybe scars have built against their skin over each other, maybe they never scar leaving the immortal with only memories to tell the tale.

Outliving countries, laws, and cultures.

The despair of holding the last piece of their original life, an ancient piece of art, the feather of an extinct bird, a faded letter from an old friend

Their brain isn't able to handle the centuries.

Their memory becoming so full and clouded they forget decades and decades to make way for new memories. They know they won't remember the majority of life, it is all fleeting memories to them.

Or their humanity can't take it. They've seen more than any mortal could manage to in a lifetime. They've lost themselves a hundred times, become a hundred different people, and they will become a hundred more. Their sanity loses itself with each year they continue on.

They write books forever, learn every instrument, speak and forget how to speak many languages.

The immortal runs into the great-great-grandchildren of old comrades, and weeps at the constant mark they leave on the world

Life continues on, and so do they