Shadoweval - The Limbo Of The Chained Wing

Change my mind, if Layton were to, by some outlandish circumstances, want to commit a murder, he'd be the perfect serial killer

Giving your lawyer a heart attack 101

Sprunki OC returns...

You were saying? :3

*hugs*

No one ever reblogs those "Compliment prev" posts from me u_u

Got bored ig

*consider your work munched*

( Stalex Tuxedo AU ) I thought about them again

(first doodle on this account yohoo!)

headcanons :

Alex is a popular Irish-Greek singer and model, she sometimes looks cold and distant but is very flirtatious in front of everyone. Once Alex met Steve, she thinks of them as a friend at first and after a while she starts to like them and begins to have a soft spot for Steve, finds them magnificent and she adores them and is irrefutably loyal to them, she calls them her "darling"

Steve is just an ordinary person from Armenia, they're s gentle and kind, theyre shy and rarely socialize with anyone. Steve met her in a bar because they were interested in joining her concert and eventually found her attractive so they began to have a crush on her. But they are too nervous to admit that they love her so they show her love through gifts like a rose they took from their garden, and she accepts it.

They lived in 1930s

anyway thats it sorry about my awful english

Real

this is horrible

"You are the second place medal... you only shall serve to play the music your bloodline had the talent to make... Face it, Krieburg... you are an embarrassment to your own bloodline..."

(I may turn my oc's backstory of when they were alive into an AO3 fic, it's an AU of Identity V and stuff so yeah... Frederick dies in this one :)

"Something my old lover taught me was that-... sometimes, even amongst the stench of blood and the horrors we've endured... you just gotta take a step back and just watch the beauties that lie beneath the bruises. To just look up at the stars and remember that it doesn't always need to be technicsl or existential... that it's good to just sometimes... be."

Iosema looked at them, seeing the faint shimmer of their eye beneath the shadows of their mask.

"I'm... not sure that I follow."

The huntress removed her hat and rested her head on their shoulder with a contented sigh, setting the headpiece down beside her on the grass.

"What I'm saying is that you just gotta dig a little and you'll always find the goodness in things, no matter how ugly. Like..." She looked down at her own gloved hand before grabbing Dusken's, interlocking her fingers with their's. "I might've died... long before I met you. But I did come back. Did I not?"

"Well you did but-"

"Ah-ah-ah! No. No but's. I came back good as new. ...-If you disregard my eye but hey! I can still see. And I can scare the shit outta people with it too."

Iosema grinned beneath her gas mask.

"When you find yourself with a broken plate, fix it. But while you're at it, color the stuff you're putting it back together with gold. Because then," She looked back up at their face, "No matter how bad the damage, it can be turned into something more beautiful than it once was."