#threadsandwings

ʚ   A POSITIVITY MEME - accepting!

😊 : a blog that always makes you smile

they're not a roleplay blog but an art blog i follow. listen, i fucking love seeing @ritasanderson's stuff whenever she posts art. it's ICONIC STUFF. like, she's the reason my Amnesia: The Bunker obsession has lasted this long (and why i write both Henri & Augustin on my blog) and they got awesome taste in media!! i'm always peeking at her blog bc her art makes me smile. i strive for that kind of aesthetic she's got because the horror vibe she has is AMAZING

also go watch Ersatz if u havent already, she's got so many pieces of art for that too

🌈 : a blog that always brings fun vibes

@dreamrcven is always posting about their OC and I LOVE IT!! i love their aesthetic posts, icons they make, and gifsets they reblog. they got a bunch of AUs for Masuyo and i cant help but go HELL YEAH. promoting OCs in this economy is hard work and they're killing it right now

🍀 : a mutual you feel lucky to know

"wonder how you can get rid of an annoying asshole? You stab 'em."

@threadsandwings - [Technically. I was helping.]

Technically they caused at least twenty thousand dollars in property damage... all on SDN property, all on their dime... so no one was going to get too upset considering the damages Viktor had done was still being estimated.

The only difference was, no one knew it was him.

Viktor had been tasked with interviewing Phoenix program team members for a convoluted story his boss was sure to drag in readers. Much to his own dismay, SDN had obliged his request. So of course he was asking about his own handiwork.

"This shit ain't cute!" Mordecai stormed in with Talon on his arm, the poor bird's crest covered in fake feathers of various colours that honestly made him look like a clown.

Reads then nods, but Blazer has to remind herself not to express any budding resentment and annoyance.

a slender finger reached out to brush a fleck of what The Watcher could only think of as food, off the young girl's face. there were various other...stains on her face as well. were humans always this messy when they ate? something akin to disgust passed through them, but that did not stop them from trying to find a napkin.

"I am aware you have not eaten in quite some time, but please remember to breath inbetween bites." and maybe chew and swallow and take your time and not be so messy. they almost wished they'd gone somewhere else while the girl ate. "Think of what your enemies would say if they found how if that is how you died." they wouldn't quite believe it. Audrey: died by food chokage.

It might have been somewhat comical in any other situation - the soaring item perfectly arched mid-air, colliding with the chosen victim with the poise and grace that such a throwing arm would have intended. Knives paused in his playing, fingertips hovering over the keys of the old piano [the instrument having absolutely seen better days]. The melodic song ceased just soon enough for the object to send its own harmony as it collided with the floor behind him, a sad squeak and a 'pang' upon the metallic floor.

For a moment, even the room seemed to inhale a breath to hold, nothing outside of the natural creak and moan of such places - as the air moved in and out - broke through the tension.

Knives did not cast a look over his shoulder like would be his due, to observe the perpetrator of such rude interference. Instead, his fingers lowered and picked up the song where he left off, a smooth enough transition in spite of the interruption.