Origami Around
Kiana Khansmith
Discoholic 🪩
KIROKAZE
Show & Tell
PR's Tumblrdome
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Not today Justin
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON
NASA
art blog(derogatory)
Interview Vampire Daily
Doug Jones
gracie abrams
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Mexico
seen from Canada
seen from Indonesia
seen from Vietnam
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Hungary
seen from Indonesia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from United States
@everyxvice
“I ought to set fire to her ethical little Prius. That’d give her something to cry about.”
(Locke & Key starters)
"I can't help but wonder if that might be... a little more aggressive a response than the situation deserves. On the other hand," she added with a grin, "I can't help but think it would be funny."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Locke & Key: Crown of Shadows / Keys to the Kingdom sentence meme
C r o w n o f S h a d o w s
“Don’t ever have children, _____, unless you’re ready to be afraid every day for the rest of your life.”
“Sometimes I swear the shadows in this house move around on their own.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you forgot about me.”
“Once upon a time, I was such an unhappy person. But I’m all better now. I’m never sad, or lonely. Not anymore.”
“I’d like to feel that. I’d like to be wanted by someone for once in my life.”
“Your soul was one enormous empty space.”
“You destroyed me. Nothing would make me happier than returning the favor.”
“Even a soul can be destroyed, _____. Yours wouldn’t be the first I tore to shreds.”
“I think if you cheat in an ethics class then there’s really no hope for you.”
“You’re saying it’s a trick. It didn’t seem like a trick.”
“Excuse me, but what do you imagine you know about me?”
“You stuck your head out a window and nearly threw up on me a few weeks ago, but other than that, we’ve had little contact.”
“I want to ask you three questions, which you have to answer truthfully.”
“The truth is always more scary than kissing someone for the first time.”
“It’s always hard to figure out what happened in a situation where there were no survivors.”
“What’s got you worried? Besides the big ‘Unsafe’ sign?”
“I’m not questioning your bravery. I’m questioning your intelligence.”
“None of us are all right. This is serious fucking trouble.”
“I wouldn’t know crazy if it bit me in the face.”
“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
“So you’ve got no ride, and no way to get in, and no money. Boy, this sounds like a helluva night.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was a dare.”
“These guys are pushovers. They’re like most monsters… only scary in the dark.”
“When I walked in this house I thought I was going to find you dead. In a few minutes, you’re going to wish I did.”
“Dare I ask how you got yourself bloodied up?”
“What exactly were you trying to accomplish?”
“…so sick of all the broken shit in my life. Time to get rid of it. All of it.”
“I didn’t think I was that drunk.”
“Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m crazy. Like I’m pathetic.”
“You’ve got nothing to threaten me with.”
K e y s t o t h e K i n g d o m
“You ever think people would be happier without their secrets?”
“Teenagers! What the heck is wrong with them? Just when you’re trying to get a good snowball fight going, they have to ruin it by talking about relationships!”
“Scientists never study the important things. Like why some animals appear to have evolved the ability to gloat.”
“None of this is your fault. How can you even think that?”
“Great. That’s just great. How am I supposed to inspire fear and dread like this?”
“I have to get in there. Either of you have any idea where I can get a grappling hook and some rope?”
“Aren’t they cool? Cell phones? The internet, e-mail, iPods… the 21st century is gnarly. I mean, really. Fuck the ‘80s. I love it here.”
“White. It’s white.”
“If it cheers you up, I think a couple bruises make a guy look dangerous. In a cute sort of way.”
“I didn’t have you over for a bunch of talk. I want to do something fun.”
“What happened to you? You look like you lost a cage match with a pile of forks.”
“You and _____ broke up? Oh, that’s… so dreadfully… wonderful.”
“Fuck him. Whatever he wouldn’t trust you on–whatever he was afraid to do–I’d do it. Twice.”
“…it’s like opening the door to the Batcave.”
“I kind of hated the old me.”
“I am currently torn between the desire to laugh and the certainty that I will scream.”
“I’m not afraid. Of anything, anymore. That’s not bragging. That’s just… what I did to myself.”
“I can’t believe you’d just drag them into this without telling me!”
“I ought to set fire to her ethical little Prius. That’d give her something to cry about.”
“Maybe the best we can do is be willing to forgive each other.”
“I’d sell a kidney to have your happiest thought in my head for a day.”
“Even by your standards, _____, this is a new low.”
“That’s what happens in war. People die. The rest of us have to carry on.”
“The enemy I’m talking about lives in the same house with you. He’s not what he appears to be.”
“I love you, and I’m not afraid to say it.”
“So what was it like, being in a coma?”
“This house isn’t safe, sir. You’re in enemy territory. I would retreat.”
“You shouldn’t do that, you know? Shake hands with a guy you think maybe murdered a few people. Not when he’s holding a knife.”
“Why didn’t you let me stay dead? You were safe. I couldn’t hurt anyone any more.”
“I’m going to send you back to oblivion. Just like I promised. You taught me that, _____. How important it is to keep your promises.”
August didn’t respond at first. He was still a little numb to the touch of the world on his skin, the ache of separation deep in his bones. He blinked at first at the woman in his way, staring half at her. half past her at memories that taunted him in the back of his mind.
A normal human reaction seemed impossible, with all that had come to pass.
“Better than I deserve,” August said, smiling all the while (at least, he did his best to), “can I help you, miss-?”
She was pretty. Too pretty, almost. It occurred to August only after he’d been caught chasing the colors of her eyes that he realized that this woman was too beautiful to be allowed. There was something supernatural about the way she looked at him, the way lights danced behind her eyes. They were enchanting, almost, as if everything was pulling the universe towards this girl, as if this stranger on the streets of the City of Angels was the center of Creation, and the planets danced on her strings.
Christ Alive, that was terrifying. And yet, August didn’t look away. He dared to keep his eyes on her. There was no harm in seeing where this was going, right?
Better than I deserve. An interesting--and wonderfully promising--choice of words.
“Rosanna. And you,” she added, a teasing lilt in her voice, “sound like you’re the one who could use a little help.”
He was staring, blue eyes wide. They always stared.
“And... your name?” she prompted.
dash commentary
Certainly took Dresden long enough to spit it out. Why are you even bothering with him, Tessa? I could have told you your breasts were lovely the moment you took your shirt off.
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
(popular text posts)
“…dare I ask what your husband’s done this time?”
summerscythe:
“You’re beautiful when you’re devious, my dear. Yes, that will work well, and I have a few places in mind that would benefit greatly from our intervention.” Tessa smirked. “Depending on how preoccupied my wonderful husband is, we might be able to supply all of them.”
"I could say the same of you." She batted her lashes, teasing. "But really... disruptive as your husband's little stunt was, it's only fair we repay him in kind, I think. And it will take him time and resources to arm and armor his Squires again--and one can only hope that will keep him out of our hair for a while."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Send a sexual scenario and my muse will tell you whether or not they’d be into it. Anon or not.
Cringe meme: Rosannas crushing on Dresden
…You’re getting a little warmer there, I think.
Please no.
Good thing for both of you that I'm in no way interested, then.
moodboard / not my pictures
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
(popular text posts)
“…dare I ask what your husband’s done this time?”
“Remember how we were cultivating a little ghoul nest in that town just outside of London? Somebody ‘accidentally’ tipped off a Warden.”
“Accidentally. Of course. After all the work we put in…
“Are they all gone, then? What do we do now?”
“It was hardly even near any place of his, too, unless he’s suddenly taken up an interest in farming. At this point he’s just doing it to mess with me.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “I wonder if I should feel flattered.”
She frowned, her fingertips resting just on the surface of the scrying bowl, and squinted. “A few infants survived, but it’ll be half a century till they’re useful.”
“Be flattered if you like, but that’s still… disappointing. The damned Knights give us enough trouble as it is; there’s no reason for Nicodemus to add to it. If he won’t work with us, the least he can do is leave us be.”
“No reason aside from his all-consuming ego. He pretends he’s so far above us, Mr. Big Plans, and then goes right ahead and pulls petty stunts like this when we’ve done nothing to him…
“Well, that’s going to change.”
“Mm… is it, now? Sounds like you’ve got some big plans of your own. Do tell.”
“Oh, I do. I wonder how much use he’ll be able to get out of those Squires of his once he finds that their weapons supply has been… diverted.
“On a completely unrelated note, what would you do if you suddenly came into a very large supply of semi-automatics?”
A slow smile spread across Rosanna's face. "Well, I couldn't do much personally... I can only use so many at once. But I'm sure there are all sorts of people we could find who'd make much better use of them than Nicodemus's cronies. We pass them onto the right people, then sit back and watch the fireworks...
"That sounds like fun."
@everyxvice
To think of having no home to return to was the most painful part of August’s exodus. He’d been driven from the only place he’d ever known as home, the only town he’d ever lived, by the people he’d loved-still loved. It stung, it ached, and it made him want to scream, as if that one violent exhalation could get all the pain out.
It hadn’t worked two states ago. It wouldn’t work now.
California was at least a place to go while he figured things out. He had cash, he had time, but he had no ideas. He was a lost soul in a big, dangerous world, with something he didn’t really understand.
August, for the first time ever, was alone.
Rosanna yawned and stretched--arched her back, rolled her shoulders, and settled back onto the metal bench. She was growing bored. The waiting was always the worst part, and there were much more interesting places to be in Los Angeles at this hour than the bus station. But wait she did. With Magog gone, they required another set of hands for their work, and she would find one.
A scowl twisted her lips as she thought on it--the loss still smarted. Five years of work down the drain... a Coin at the bottom of a canal, and its host whisked away by the Knights of the damned Cross. Awful.
I’ll need to pick a better one, this time, she told herself. Give them a better Coin, too. Magog was powerful, certainly, but he was brutish and not terribly bright--clearly not enough so to keep his host in better check. She had just the one in mind.
Now, the trick was to find who to pass it onto. She had a feeling this place--this dull, dingy terminal--would yield results. Departures were the most likely candidates: somewhere, surely, was at least one sad soul slinking home defeated after dreams of Hollywood stardom had been ground down to nothing. Who'd do anything for an opportunity to be something great--
A group shuffling into the station from a newly-arrived bus caught her attention. Somewhere among them, a practitioner's power--she could feel it, even at a distance.
She stood, ambling toward the little cafeteria across the way--it brought her closer to the small crowd, but not quite so directly that she looked to be walking toward them specifically. She cast her senses about as she walked, searching for the one among their number whose magic she'd felt. Where, where...?
There.
The boy stood near the back, bundled in clothing just a shade too warm for Southern California. He was perhaps in his late teens, and terribly troubled. It was written all over him, in his eyes and in the set of his shoulders and the line of his mouth. Rosanna could see these things--she'd had centuries of practice looking.
And inwardly, she grinned. Young and wounded... this would be simple. And powerful--oh, she'd found a prize.
"Excuse me... are you all right?" she asked, stepping into his path. "You look a little lost." In truth he looked lonely, like he could use a kind word, even if from a stranger.
Rosanna could do that.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
sinnamon roll
(cinnamon roll meme)
"Oh, good. That's exactly the intended effect."
send me which part of the cinnamon roll meme you think i am
looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you
looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll
looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you
sinnamon roll
I MUST KNOW, FRIENDS
becoming a demon seems like a good career option
rania benchegra @ next
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
(popular text posts)
“…dare I ask what your husband’s done this time?”
“Remember how we were cultivating a little ghoul nest in that town just outside of London? Somebody ‘accidentally’ tipped off a Warden.”
“Accidentally. Of course. After all the work we put in…
“Are they all gone, then? What do we do now?”
“It was hardly even near any place of his, too, unless he’s suddenly taken up an interest in farming. At this point he’s just doing it to mess with me.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “I wonder if I should feel flattered.”
She frowned, her fingertips resting just on the surface of the scrying bowl, and squinted. “A few infants survived, but it’ll be half a century till they’re useful.”
“Be flattered if you like, but that’s still… disappointing. The damned Knights give us enough trouble as it is; there’s no reason for Nicodemus to add to it. If he won’t work with us, the least he can do is leave us be.”
“No reason aside from his all-consuming ego. He pretends he’s so far above us, Mr. Big Plans, and then goes right ahead and pulls petty stunts like this when we’ve done nothing to him…
“Well, that’s going to change.”
"Mm... is it, now? Sounds like you've got some big plans of your own. Do tell."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Blushing Meter: Whisper something in my Muse’s ear to make them Blush, doesn’t matter what is said. A Rating from 1 - 10 will be given on how hard it makes them blush and flusters them..
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
(popular text posts)
“…dare I ask what your husband’s done this time?”
“Remember how we were cultivating a little ghoul nest in that town just outside of London? Somebody ‘accidentally’ tipped off a Warden.”
“Accidentally. Of course. After all the work we put in…
“Are they all gone, then? What do we do now?”
“It was hardly even near any place of his, too, unless he’s suddenly taken up an interest in farming. At this point he’s just doing it to mess with me.” Tessa rolled her eyes. “I wonder if I should feel flattered.”
She frowned, her fingertips resting just on the surface of the scrying bowl, and squinted. “A few infants survived, but it’ll be half a century till they’re useful.”
"Be flattered if you like, but that's still... disappointing. The damned Knights give us enough trouble as it is; there's no reason for Nicodemus to add to it. If he won't work with us, the least he can do is leave us be."
