This Pic Is Inspired By Billie Eilish - Bad Guy

So, yeah. I was a bit bored and made some Keisukes with this one App “MakeU”. We have ordinary Kei, Mario Kei, Detectiv Conan Kei and Pokemon Trainer Kei! Keisuke Gekko is from the Story “Catch your Breath” by @cyb-by-lang. It’s a really great story, so if you have the time, go check it out!

Hope you like all the Keis, Lang!

tag who you are. obviously im carg

I can’t believe the Small Giant is actually KageHina’s love child lmao

Devine love

I was an angel, who didn’t break even one rule,

But then I looked into your big blue eyes,

and I broke the biggest rule: I lost my heart to you

I fell from the wast sky and you caught me,

And as I wanted to die, because of my destiny,

You kissed me, and everything was alright

“Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red. Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache. Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid. Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered. Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling. Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have. Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do. Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely. Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you. Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising. Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering. Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.”

— My Thoughts On The Signs (via rosyscorp)

I don’t want to be photographed, don’t want other people to see me, for I am weak, I was strong for too long, I broke

she transformed her enemies, or those who offended her, into wild beasts // Circe by Wright Barker (1889)

view from my balcony right now. Clear sky vs storm over Paris.

When Catelyn suggests “Sansa” he agrees, because there hasn’t been a Sansa Stark in years.

“She was a Princess,” Catelyn says shyly. “The Princess of the North.”

At first Eddard remains solemn. “There aren’t many Princesses in this world,” he tells Catelyn. “And none above the Neck.” Nevertheless, he agrees with this lady wife and buries his uncertainty in tradition.

Eddard Stark names his first daughter Sansa, to honor his wife’s wishes and his family’s history. His Sansa is the true Princess in the North.  In her name he feels that he honors his brave and noble father, and his fallen brother, who had been the  first one to proclaim their sister, Lyanna, the Princess in the North.

“Here she is,” Brandon had exclaimed, loud and exuberant, the day of Lyanna’s birth.

“The Princess of the North!”

His father’s bannermen had roared and toasted, cheered along with Brandon, their future Lord. Lyanna was their Lady. Karstark, Royce, Glover, Umber, and Flint alike had cheered to the new Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

When he introduces Sansa, his princess, there is that same roar. She is the symbol of happiness after such a dark time. She is the token of peace, after the war, after the North has lost their Lord Brandon and their Lady Lyanna.

His Sansa holds all the hope of the North in her, and she is perfect, and regal, and lovely.

Eddard’s Sansa is everything Brandon and Lyanna would rage against, and that is exactly what the North needs.

He says a silent prayer to his gods, the gods of the North, that Sansa might grow up strong, and sweet, and kind, and fierce– all the things that a Stark Princes should be– and Eddard revels in her.

Sansa is his Princess. The perfect combination of his Northern solemnity and Southron grace, even in just her first year, and Eddard knows she will bring nothing but praise to Winterfell.

His bannermen fight for her hand–each one presenting some new trinket or skill that makes them worthy for her, but none are. At just one, Sansa is a Princess, stronger, lovelier, and more clever than the best of them.

Catelyn says she will be Queen, and Eddard feels a pang, because Brandon had said the same of their sister, as he held her and rocked her, and loved her perhaps more than a brother should.

And when Arya is born, red-faced. grey-eyed. and squalling, exactly as Brandon and Lyanna had been, Eddard feels naught but panic. He remembers his mother holding Lyanna, her pride and joy. He remembers his mother telling Brandon, “Love her. She is yours,” and Brandon taking those words to heart, and riding hard to King’s Landing.

It gets worse when Jon sneaks into the nursery at night, when Catelyn won’t see him, and when he thinks Ned isn’t there, and gathers Arya up.

Ned braces himself for Arya’s screech, but in Jon’s arms she is content, just as Lyanna had been with Brandon.

“Sansa, is Papa’s Princess,” Jon says to the small babe. “But you are mine.”

There is a part of Ned that is broken that day, as he watches the incarnations of Brandon and Lyanna commit themselves to each other all over again.