#reblogging ig

[rosees3ray]

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

[eldritchsquared]

because i’m curious

^ for reference

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𝕼 ` 燽 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝟭𝟭.𝟭𝟭 ׅ 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗂́𝗈.

𝕱 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂.

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗇 ゜𝟮𝟰

𝖭𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫

𝗍𝗋𝖾̂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 ➜

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝓵𝓵𝖾𝗅 感覺.

mood──bios

[deedala]

ian x mickey + being little domestic bitches 🌜🌞

[eddiethehunted]

[sheerakk]

[danikoshi-doodles]

The Assussination of Julius Caesar (1805)

Repost of my art from this thread! Happy Ides, everyone!

[jinx-blackout-84]

just found out that most kids didn't eat tide pods when the challenge was a big deal

Me finding out my experiences aren't universal: wow I need to make a Tumblr pill about this

[jonahmagnus]

In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.

There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.

There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.

She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.

But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.

What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.

She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.

Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.

He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.

“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”

A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.

“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”

[e-clisus]

usernames ⧸ 古老的

amareflos antiquaques acreflos antipoels

bellarius bellatrixes belarium befolieus

caeclus ciprous dispearus deapoella

eraclius erestie fluora fuelarius

gardenies poetalla spolous vierasis

vetana g-hoelis f-mortelis spotus g-blimer

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" amores et passiones est quod sentio pro vobis "

[tagetto]

"TURBO" - The horror of 1987!!!

idk coming year 2002 or something directed by Michael Bay to ensure the crash scene has lots of explosions and that turbo's kart is a transformer.

anyways this thing was loads of fun to do, not something I usually make by any means but @/randomalistic's incredible analysis video inspired this piece weeks ago, I had the most vivid image of this Turbo in my mind based on the way they described him and HAD to get it down on paper. I originally was concepting FNaF designs and had some YouTube videos on for background noise but this video had me HOOKED, I opened a blank canvas and here this thing came lmfao.

TW HORROR, EYESTRAIN & BLOOD!!!

wip/alternate pics.

BONUS TEST VRCHAT CLIP SINCE YALL LIKED THE LAST (turbo avi will be release soon btw, i wanna make some twins toggles for him and hue sliders for OCs + fix the visemes. im using face tracking & gestures in this clip so it looks like poop rn) 😭 TW SCREAMING AGAIN!!

okay bye tumblr im so sorry for the wall of text, etc.

[dendroculus]

at this point the house should just go for a new record. how many did they have to do in 1856? 133 rounds? we can beat that. it would be hilarious

[versps]

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖠𝖭𝖮

Nome para destaques:

𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗻𝗼́𝘀 — 🌴

𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈 ᐯᗴᖇᗩ̃O

# 199𝟳

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 🌤

ᒍᗴITO, 𝖽𝖾 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳 .

𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗝𝗔, 𝟫𝟫🍻

𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𖦹 𝟸𝟶𝟺

𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝖽𝖾 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧 🌪

𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗢 :;

COMENTE "PG" SE POSSIVEL COM O SEU USER DO IG

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/𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋**

𝖽𝖺𝗒¹ ─ 𝒂 ' 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋. uma flor originária das ilhas distantes localizadas em meu coração.

𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗎 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼.

𝟳% 𝟢𝟦:𝟢𝟢𝖠𝖬 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅⁴

http://⠀⠀𝟭.𝟱𝟯⠀⠀⠀ㅤ𝖼𝗆.ㅤㅤ✿︎夏ㅤ

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗍𝗎&𝖾𝗎ᕯ

𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺̂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌ꓼ 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.

𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 ── 𝘃𝗼𝗹¹

𝖽𝖺𝗒² ── 𝗈𝖼𝗍 , ✿︎皃. "my heart becomes a private island, just for my love for you to inhabit"

𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗆, ♥︎弱い ╲ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌.

"eu construí o abismo; a ponte, e a velas para iluminar seu caminho até o meu coração". 23052024

random──bios

[kaarnalaiva]

long time no see 🥹 hi

[woliefairr]

𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘇𝗮𝘀 ㅤ🍒ᰰ̸ㅤ 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗌

elegant e— sophisticated [...]

beautiful as 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 ✿︎𝄒ㅤblossoms, pale 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 and rosy skin.