#hishumbleself

❝    UNDERTAKER    IS    BEING    MEAN    TO    ME.    SOMEONE    PLEASE    DEFEND    MY    HONOUR.    ❞

❝ What a weird question! Why would you need such detailed information about my habits?... I... I sometimes pinch myself... whenever I feel as if I’m not awake, but dreaming, I pinch myself. When the times are dire, I more often than not feel as if nothing is real, so I need a little proof. ❞

@brashir  Tony is one of the old souls of Tumblr, and a presence I’ve always had on my dash. Tony’s one of those people who I’ve seen grown so much since his beginnings here on Tumblr, as well as one of the one’s that remembers my own entrance into the RP world. We’ve followed each other through fandom changes, muse changes, all the changes, I followed him on muses of whose franchise nor character I had any idea about, but that’s something that never mattered to me because of the fact that I was just happy to be following Tony no matter the blogs he was on because no matter what, his writing is always what I adored. I remember the first time that we wrote together, and just how excited I was to write with him because I thought he was just the neatest person with such astounding writing, not to mention humble? He shares little tidbits of his life and that’s always something that I’ve cracked up over (especially the stories he tells of getting in trouble with his brother) and it really gives this feeling of familiarity that I absolutely adore. Don’t ever change, Tony. And know that I cherish the friendship that we have.

( @hishumbleself )

“Did you know that you bring a rather scary aura with those smiles you wear?” Violet was in a mood and crossed his legs as he sat in the shade of the gazebo. Chilled breezes bit at exposed skin: hands and face, as he looked to the Reaper. “But. good afternoon, all the same.”

Bor laid near the table where UT worked on the dead bodies, Except that optopsy table isn’t really a table! But a stove top. Fire sizzle and crackled the flesh that it comes in contact to it. The Undertaker happily singing while wearing an apron, they’re not sure what it says but they feel it’ll fit the mood. In the distance lay’s a groom’s suit tossed on the chair.

" I appreciate the enthusiasm, boys " Ron can walk away