#im eepy have mercy

[vexter-the-comedian]

[Oh sick and nasty dawg :D

1. Vex is CONSTANTLY forcing himself to act the way he does around people. Basically, he has walls built up around himself that's been there for so long, it's kinda apart of him now

2. He has pedophobia. For those who don't know, pedophobia is the fear of dolls. And yes,he has seen Annabelle. And yes pt. 2, he nearly had a panic attack during it-

3. He doesn't like to admit it....but he sometimes likes he be picked up. Makes him feel taller and more powerful in a way lmao

@holly-the-fallen-angel @st0l2s @vally-the-x-angel ]

((Fun facts about E))

Her serial # (1302E) is actually my b-day :3 (my birthday is feb 13)

She has two other models made of her (1302A and 1302K, her brother and sister)

since she is the first of her model and a prototype, she has a glitch in her code

((Send me asks if you wanna know anything else!))

((reblog this with three facts about your oc))

((Tagging- @hailey-dust, @penguinmaster9999,))

[definitelynotarabbit]

So I've been wrestling with the whole High Cloud Quintet plot for awhile and initially I found it incredibly frustrating, because once you get into the nitty gritty there is so much canon conflicting information. However I believe I have found a unifying theory.

Excluding some specific instances of unverifiable details, such as whatever the hell is going on with the dragon heart, everything is true.

Bailu didn't dream of her past life. She does dream of it after meeting the Astral Express.

Yingxing is dead. His body is alive. Blade is a monster.

Dan Feng and Yingxing knew what they were doing and had good intentions. Their actions still made them irredeemable.

Jingliu saved the Loufu. She also massacred it's army and may or may not have been the person to doom Yingxing and make Blade. (Still researching for any details as to Yingxing's sanity post immortality pre Jingliu)

The preceptors did tell Dan Feng that he could save their species by creating new Vidyadhara. They didn't lie.

Dan Heng is Dan Feng, he is also his own person. Molting Rebirth is not even remotely the same thing as Hatching Rebirth, Dan Heng is still innocent of Dan Feng's crimes.

[y-eontan]

time is percieved differently it feels like i've been at work for like a whole day at least and my coworker said look it's already 3 this day was so quick

[the-6th-harbringer]

PLEASE READ

Hey. So. It's been a. while.

trigger warning: referenced suicide

So, if you haven't noticed, I literally evaporated for two weeks straight without any clarification on why or sign of actually being alive, unlike my last two week disappearance. Unfortunately, this unexpected evaporation does not come with a big "ooh more trauma more lore and angst for scara" thing.

This just happens to be my goodbye post.

I know, it's weird and kind of rude for me to dip for two weeks and then reappear like "hey fuckers im QUITTING hAHaA". Buuuut not only was my dad being annoying and hogging my laptop, I also barely have had time to myself for the past weeks. New family members have been introduced into my life, so now I have double the amount of little siblings to look after. (from 3 to 6. dont ask "how" thats a personal thing). juggling that with school, social stuff, fucking exams which are coming up in 3 months of my gOD, and other even more personal demons that I've been battling, its been. a lot.

SO, to make sure I do not pull the same move as Scaramouche did on the last day of his sakurarealm torture(iykyk), I'm taking a leave from tumblr. Don't know how long I'll be gone, don't know if I'll ever be back, but I didn't just wanna quit without at least telling you guys so you don't think I've been murdered or something.

On a more serious note, thank you all for all of the support and love you've given Scara and all my other blogs. While some of you are a handful, the majority of you are actually the sweetest and silliest community of people I've ever known. I hope you all have excellent lives.

Now, as for what happens to Scara, we're shoving him in another coma. which is entirely at the mercy of Wanderer's mod, because they're my friend outside of tumblr too and i trust that they'll use this as a major angst moment. Put an F for Cyrille and Scara guys

NOW: a few honorable mentions and thank yous:

@wandering-hat-guy : im not writing a goodbye type thing for you because i will literally talk to you tomorrow, but thank you for being an awesome brother-sibling figure. you are the wanderer to my scara :]

@an-active-rabbit : Thank you for being an extremely fun person to rp with. The puppets and the heart is a rp that wont leave my mind for a while yet. Many hugs for you! And I wont be forgetting Mikaven anytime soon >:3

@cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine : AUGH budddyyy im sorry to do this to you. But thank you for creating Cyrille in the first place. Cyscara my beloveds, they will always hold a place in my heart. Maybe one day they'll actually get somewhere. Im also willing to be your friend outside of tumblr if you wish because you're cool >:D

@dishonxsty : For also being a goofy little goober. My favorite rp with you was definitely the ouppy's and scara, and also kudos to you for making like 17 bajillion blogs and being able to manage them all at once somehow like???? go king go

Annnd @monsieur-neuvillette , who seems random because I havent rped with them in literally a century, but thank you for being the one to indirectly help me get over my fears of starting a rp blog AND being the inspo for me to start rping on tumblr in the first place. hugs for you too

Well, alls said that's been said, so I think I'll just end it off here, because it's been like 10 minutes since I started typing this and I am eepy.

Goodbye everyone except wandermod, and thank you for sticking with me through Scara's really out of pocket journey.

(PS: Rest in peace @the-tainted-blossom . I miss you everyday.)

[hcguesstheauthormessageboard]

i have no shame nor regret for what i have just done also no guessies yet thats illegal bro im so tired its so early for me

spoilers below

The little girl was curled up in Cleo’s arms. Never had a queen looked so small, so vulnerable, and Etho reminded himself that she was barely fourteen. 

“You killed my father,” Aconite whispered as Etho approached. Her blue eyes were cold, bitterly so, and no amount of soft brown hair obscuring them could change that. No, Aconite, with all her anger, was bitter. She had good reason to be. 

“I did,” Etho replied. 

“My people—” 

“Are free,” Etho interrupted. Her eyes fluttered shut once more, and Cleo held her close. 

“Cleo,” they introduced themselves softly, with far more care then they’d ever given Etho, “she/her, they/them, mix it up. And you, Aconite?”

Aconite shifted closer, a singular tear running down her pale, freckled cheeks. There was still a Rua Federation banner that ran down her back in the form of a cloak, shielding her from Etho. “I don’t want my name anymore,” she murmured. “I should’ve lost that right with my crown.” 

Cleo snorted. “Spoken with just as much drama as he would. Martyn would be proud.” 

Aconite glared at Cleo, but it was somehow gentler than that of Etho’s condemnation. “It means wolf’s bane,” she murmured. 

“You destroyed his empire,” Cleo chuckled. “I suppose it fits, doesn’t it?” 

Aconite was quiet. “I…” 

“I’ll go,” Etho interrupted. “I’ll go.” 

He turned, but it wasn’t quite fast enough to miss the quiet, “he/him, she/her,” from the small boy, son of a demigod and whatever universal powers had granted Martyn the right to a child for him to rip to pieces. 

Etho stood in the hall of the nørshuttle. The lights were not flashing red. 

Click. 

The Axeshot—the same one that Ren had been slaughtered with—felt heavier than normal in Etho’s hands, but the gesture was still familiar. 

Click. 

Cleo joined him, shortly, shutting the door. “Boy’s a wreck,” they announced. Etho shrugged. 

Click. 

“Can you blame him?” he replied. Cleo shook her head, leaning onto Etho’s shoulder, the most affection she’d ever offered him in one sitting. 

Click. 

Cleo pressed a kiss to the side of Etho’s head. “I’ll be in my room, if you can’t sleep again,” they said, softly, and Etho nodded. 

Click. 

He was alone once more. 

Click. 

“You killed my father,” whispered Aconite’s voice, replaying in Etho’s mind. He had half the mind to give the Axeshot to her and beg for a merciful death the way her father had in his last moments. 

Click. 

Etho slid the Axeshot back into its holster and opened the door to Aconite’s room. The boy slept peacefully, braids askew. Her cloak had been removed, folded neatly onto a chair. His button down shirt had been replaced by a simple one, too big, one of Etho’s. 

Click. 

The door shut behind him, and Etho turned to stare at it. “I’m not asleep,” Aconite said, her voice sounding like she was trying not to be afraid. Etho closed his eyes and simply sat with him.

Click. 

Aconite’s ring with royal insignia, and Etho’s of rebel origin—they clacked against each other in the dark. The girl laced her fingers with Etho’s and held on tight. He held right back to him. 

It would be a long, sleepless night back to the forests of Pyterzéro. 

—icarus

i eepy tired now ✌🏻

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[kipowolfton]

help. E im so tired Ive been working all day all day long I just wanna honk shoo mimimimim

Lord have mercy on my soul I have more to do tomorrow but my payment has been a Wolverine funko pop i am happy to work I am happy to slave just save Logan howlet in front of my face I will SLAVE AWAY⛏️⛏️⛏️

The uncanny x men one 🥰

awuahsu i eepy