#worldendcreation

[worldendunit]

new nightmare content

[devilsxson]

@worldendr

[garibcldi-blog]

“ have you ever tried gianni’s gelato? i swear to god — i would murder for that gelato. ”

@worldendcr​ / mini call.

[heroheart]

"I know you know what I'm talking about."

meme.

                         ‘whaaaaat--?’      she likes to pretend she's good at this. and she likes to pretend that it isn't painstakingly obvious across her face, or that she's not the worst liar on earth, or -- in the galaxy -- but she'll claw at it with all she has left. pfffffffffft. he thinks i'm -- ? an -- ? pssssssssh.

       ‘oh you -- me? you think i’m --? an alien?!’     ohhhhh, this doesn't sound good. it sounds worse than not-good. this sounds like another leak, and her hands are fumbling way too much to plug it before anything worse happens. i know you know what i'm talking about. i have no idea! really, damien! i mean -- space is a big place, and -- i definitely don't look like a coluan... and i’m not astonian -- oh, no, he’s --... gotta be speculating. there's -- okay, to be fair to him, there's a large alien community in national city. but me?

                       ‘i think you’ve, uh. me? oh, no. no, i’m -- totally average. normal. absolutely... -- nothing out of the ordinary about me. just -- kara danvers. from catco.’

[sacrificas-a-blog]

WORLDENDCR → SC

         “Before we start, full disclosure, I’ll be recording this for my podcast” he crafts a smile, it’s simple, harmless “I hope that’s okay with you”.

[builtfcrsin]

hi mom!!

               mY SON!!!

[klarks]

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”

meme // accepting.

he's right. her head's throbbing, pounding in the temple and just behind her eye. (it's thick. dark. it drips down the side of her face, pools in the crest of her ear, and -- she's okay. she swears she's okay. it's just a cut.) the world's not as soft as she's used to; the ground is sharp edges in disarray.

                but there's a tightness between her eyes, and she blinks once. then twice. then digs twisted fingers into the soil beneath her. i’m okay. i have to get back. i have to find my people. i have to -- i have to warn them. (but it hurts. pulses. beats beneath her skull and rattles something inside her -- it hurts.)

                               ‘i--’      one breath. then another. for a second, she’s queasy, especially as her head turns to the sound of the voice. are you alright? she's always alright. she has to be. she balls up the hurt between her fingers and tightens them into a fist before she admits to anything. i’m ok. i have to be ok. i need to go.

so her answer comes as fingers dab at the lump. (she knows it's bleeding before she touches -- mostly because there's a cold trickle burning the side of her skin, sealing the bruises that line the side of her cheek and the underside of her eyebrow.) a wince. single and solitary as hesitant digits brush the injury.

                ‘--i’m okay.’     conscious. dizzy, and maybe the ringing in her skull won't quit any time soon, but -- i'm ok. i’ll be ok. i survive. and right now? right now, that's all she's thinking of. (it needs to be cleaned. staunched. solved before it gets infected.)

                                   ‘can i -- do you... water..?’

[foreruns-blog]

❛ Why not just say good luck or be safe? ❜

      crooked  kingdom .   //   @worldendcr .

lips  pull  into  an     easy   smile;  he  lets  a  few  moments  pass  before  he  responds.            ‘      .   .   .   not  really  my   style.      ’            blatant  lie.   another  few  moments  pass.            ‘       —  why  say  that  stuff  when  i  can  just   come  along   and  make  sure  everything  goes  fine  ?   i  had  a   slow   day.      ’

[mauveined-blog]

it  takes  three  knocks     and  a   painfully   slow  24  seconds  for  damien  to  open  his  door.   she  makes  sure  to  count.   when  he  answers,  she  greets  him  by  lifting  her  hand      (   fingers  curled  naturally  around  the  contents  of  a  paper  bag     ),      jiggling  the  bottle  of   cheap  whiskey   lightly.            ‘      you  busy  ?   ------ i  brought  booze.      ’

           @worldendcr   //   liked .

[bearblacks-blog]

aegerine c:

@worldendcr / CRYSTAL MEME (ACC.)

MY MUSE’S OPINION OF THE SUPERNATURAL: she’s not totally convinced the supernatural doesn’t exist, but a) she’s never met it b) as long as it stays the fuck away from her, she’s cool. mostly, she just tends to not care about whether it exists or not - it sounds like asking for the aliens, they’ve gotta be there somewhere, we just won’t ever know. so, like most things in her life, her answer is just one big careless shrug.

[hamndgirig]

‘ do i look like a satanist? ‘

          ‘ you look like an idiot. ’     she is nothing if not blunt. and she is nothing if not entirely too cognisant of damien peering over her shoulder with every move she makes. the story so far: damien is in trouble. damien has too many enemies that are far too powerful for him to take down on his own, and damien recruited her help because armansky owes her too many favours that she’s now got a running tab going instead.

             – shut up before i kick you out. (it wouldn’t be the first time. but eyes are too fixed on the screen ahead of her to even prise away to stare back at him. do i look like a satanist? she doesn’t care.)

       ‘ you could worship a three-legged cat with a dick on its head for all i give a shit. ’

meme

[worldendunit]

make you feel my love

[pantcno-blog]

wordlessly, a cup is set in front of the man, sinuous wisps of smoke rising from the liquid. “ here. this’ll help with those demons o’yours. ”

@worldendcr / mini call.

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temple garden

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fallen from grace, corrupted our faith

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little changes