what oddly specific color palette are you? tagged by: @yareachlibrary tagging: If you must...
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"Absolutely not. I am neither a fan of clowns or little kid colours."
YOU ARE THE REASON
One Nice Bug Per Day

Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi

Product Placement
Xuebing Du

Andulka

pixel skylines
ojovivo

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dirt enthusiast
Peter Solarz
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER

RMH
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@tarnishedhalo
what oddly specific color palette are you? tagged by: @yareachlibrary tagging: If you must...
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"Absolutely not. I am neither a fan of clowns or little kid colours."

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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much

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~literally laughs for nearly twenty minutes~
I follow you for apricot...and mulberry {🍆🍆🍆🍆}
Day 18 of 31
@therealgamble @tarnishedhalo
The thing moved fast. A blur of limbs skittering across rotten wooden floorboards, fingers too long, joints bending in ways they shouldn’t. It tore through the abandoned farmhouse, shredding walls lined with faded floral wallpaper, and launched itself toward the two hunters.
Riley pivoted, shotgun raised. The flash lit the room in white for half a heartbeat, and then the pellets hit, punching into a desiccated chest that parted and split and stayed bone dry. The creature staggered, stumbled, and then righted itself with a shriek from its fang-lined maw.
Brian was already moving. He charged at the thing, a knife flashing once before sinking deep beneath its ribs. Dust spurted out, splattering across Brian’s forearm, yet the monster didn’t falter. It grabbed him instead, claws slicing through the fabric of his jacket and lifting him off his feet.
Without pause, Riley fired again. This time he aimed for the head. Another piercing scream as bone shattered, its gaunt grip retreating and dropping Brian to the floor. The thing shuddered, its gaping skull twisting almost a full rotation before snapping back into place.
Then the creature lunged.
Riley ducked left, sliding across the floor, shotgun clutched close. The thing followed. Relentless. Grasping hands and snapping teeth and one solitary gleaming eye. So focused on its prey until Brian launched up behind it, blade slicing through brittle spine and finishing the job Riley had started.
What remained of the monster’s head tumbled to the ground. The rest of it took one final step, black nails still reaching toward Riley, before slumping into a dusty heap.
Silence filled the farmhouse, save for the two men catching ragged breaths.
It was only as they drove away, a small bonfire glowing in the rearview mirror, that Brian examined the damage to his jacket. “Damn it. I liked this one.”
Riley glanced over, one brow raised. “Better the leather than your pretty-boy face.”
A loud snort escaped Brian. “Wasn’t me that thing was chasing around for a kiss.” He turned up the volume on Sally’s old stereo, filling the car with a classic guitar riff, and laughed as his partner flipped him off.
Beneath them, the road stretched on, putting miles between them and a burning corpse, and ever closer to the next case.

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I promise we'll be shaking the dust off here, soon-ish.
~*~ "I mean."
Quixotic
adj. foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action. capricious, decidedly unpredictable.
Dossier | Mail Call | Files
She says nothing, not a word. Just winks at him knowingly and with a cheesy grin on her face.
Spleen and Ideal || Accepting
"Game on."
"Riley's ideal woman? She's gotta be bald from the eyelashes down, else he's sending the plate back apparently."
"If you can't ignore a little garnish, you're eatin' at the wrong fuckin' place, pal."
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Spleen and Ideal || Accepting

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It's Sexual Sunday so...
send my muse inappropriate questions
flirt with them anonymously or not
try to make them blush
kiss them at random
send me terrible pickup lines
get my muse hot and bothered
Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy!