#antibuttons

too lazy to link it but its a mun meme thing

3. my first muse was for the anime; naruto. it was the female version of sasuke. yes i was once a big weeb. don’t @ me on it. i’m embarrassed to this day. 

12. there’s a few, but i just feel like i wouldn’t do them justice. i used to rp as meredith grey from grey’s anatomy but stopped; i miss that muse. i’ve also want to write jackson avery from the same show  HAVE ICONS MADE FOR HIM just...havent made the blog. faith seed. etc. i just dont have a lot of confidence in myself to really go after any of those characters.

22. y’all gonna get some fucking love from me.

@badwclv - shanti. AN AMAZING WRITER! i’m so lucky to able to write with them! their jacob gives me fucking life. first person i ever got to really interact with in the far cry fandom ( if my memory is correct. ) and how lucky and grateful i am that you gave me & liz a chance to write with you! i’m so thankful. shanti literally has my WHOLE FUCKING HE A R T ! ! !  !

@antibuttons paige, my wife, the love of my life, the felix to my marzia. coraline jones is honestly a fucking amazing character and has so much development i cry anytime i see her on my dash. and y’all can tell paige puts her fucking heart & soul into coraline. like if ME & CORA WERE IN A BURNING BUILDING; SHE’D GRAB CORALINE IMMA BE REAL WITH Y’ALL!!! but, of course, my opinion is biased bc i fucking love paige and coraline and would honestly sacrifice all of u for these two.

@rabbitsolver - OF COURSE MY OTHER LOVELY WIFE!?!?!? YOU!!!!! whenever you get muse for a new character, you so quick to catch their personality and portray them so???? beautifully!?!?!? honestly y’all FOLLOW MY WIFE!!! F O L L O W!! you & paige have been with me since i started this blog maybe even before on my ellie blog from tlou. but like, you two will always come first??? because you guys have supported me, continue to support me and i’m just so lucky to have you guys here. 

@ennobledsinner - Z A F F ! ! ! !  ! ! YOU! ! !! OH MY GOSH! guys, zaff here? is a fucking MVP!!!! i’d give my life for YOU!!!! your john is the first one i’ve been so grateful to be able to interact with! the way you write? just has me in love! it’s detailed and just feels SO PERSONAL! really makes me want to just tell u to write ur own book imma be real. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR ART! it’s so beautiful and the way you draw anatomy has me crying scoobs. THE COLORING! OH! I L I V E FOR THE COLORING! I LOVE LOOKING AT YOUR ART AND JUST ADMIRING IT!!!! garsh scooobs!!!!! 

✨ @antibuttons welcome to the ‘america and europe tire me out’ show.

❝I hate the fact that everyone holds these pieces from the west as THE golden standard of art while thinking everything else is trash, even though that's not even the case. And, I'll be real with you, like, I'm totally, like, becoming totally blasé with it all. Probably because I’ve seen so much of it and then beyond this particular sphere? Like, sure. On a technical level, it’s all marvelous! Cultural significance, all that. I mean, not my culture. Has nothing to do with my folks. Anyway, the Baroque era was pretty bomb. Byzantine art’s neat, too. But, y’know, it’s just... Nice, beautiful. It doesn’t move me, not anymore.❞ It hasn’t moved him in years. Probably never would do so again for the rest of his life. Not like that mattered much! There was so much more to explore.

“  well  shit,  cor---- the more’a those cigarettes you smoke the shorter your life’s gonna be,  didn’t you know that ?  ”   despite warning,  smile threatens to break the tight seam of her lips,  arms  crossed over her chest.  sure, it looked super mysterious and sexy  to be shrouded in smoke, but you also reeked 24 fucking 7,   and   how  does anyone get used to  the  dry taste in their mouth ?   heather’ll never get the appeal.   (   that is,  until john travolta’s puffing on one of them and she suddenly wishes she’s developed the habit.  )     “   mind blowin’ that’a way before i get second hand  stink ?  ”

“Is that so.”

His hands shift slightly within his jacket pockets, eyes squinted ever so slightly as he glances over the younger woman’s face. The brief comment is not delivered as a question, his voice all but devoid of intonation as he speaks.

An empty stare, a shaky smile, restless hands and shifting shoulders—a patchwork of signs across her form, subtle indications of the sentiments that his initial query had produced within her. For a singular moment, he considers the notion she proposes- an absence of trepidation so absolute as to rob one of the very feeling of fear. Little thought into it is needed.

“I fear I do not believe you.”

@thetiredbitch,@iculltheweak ,@ennobledsinner,@antibuttons

The light from a street lamp cast an orange glow down the desolate street, a solitary figure standing some distance from the pavement with his palm outstretched. In the darkness, it could almost be interpreted that the shadows were spinning around his fingers, jutting off in different directions like clouds drifting in the night. At the sound of movement, his eyes look up, glinting bright green in the soft light. “You didn’t see anythin’.”