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Just started interview with the vampire and Louie and Lestat are giving me EXTREME will and Hannibal vibes. I’m so living for it 😋😋😋
Two of my OC's preparing for a date
Eli had been anticipating the date all week. Keith had asked him out six days ago exactly, and tonight was the night. Eli had been trying for hours to find the right outfit. He currently wore a band t-shirt, and jeans he had gotten on a trip to the mall a few weeks ago. Eli was standing in front of the mirror, judging the look. The jeans made his ass look fantastic, plump and juicy, perfect. The shirt though, Eli frowned. It made him look like a twelve year old boy. Eli slipped out of the shirt and glanced at the mirror again. He blushed bright red. There were hickeys trailing all the way down to his belly button. Keith had made them, the day he asked Eli out on a date. Keith had gently slipped on Eli’s shirt, holding Eli’s face in his hands and kissed him until he was breathless. Keith trailed kisses down his neck, sucking the skin and invoking delicate and hesitant sounds out of Eli. They hadn’t gotten far, and then Keith asked him out on a date, “To do this properly,” he said.
Y'all I just realized something
Kenma is in his 2nd year of high school right and hinata is in his 1st so when hinata is in his third year and they have a match against Nekoma kenma won't be there.....
Imagine, if you will, a world where you have a little creature to write your books for you. The creature in my head coming up with ideas is not enough. I need MORE. MORE CREATURES!
The Crown of The Unwilling
My crown is one forged of blood.
Blood of innocents, criminals, lives that could not be saved, It is blood all the same.
However,
This crown forged of blood, Was not forged by me.
Rather it was forged, Then forced upon me.I
could not stop it.
They said
"You alone are worthy of this honor, Now you must earn it."
I thought it was to help, That I would be given a title to live up to. Something like a hero.
I was wrong.
They sent me to kill.
To destroy.
They told me
"These people whom you must end, Are terrible, Horrible, Monsters that would kill us all if left unchecked."
And like a fool, I believed them.
They told me I was a savior, Stopping the world's end!
They told me,
"This is your reward"
As they drained me of myself, My humanity.
My innocence.
When I next awoke, A crown lay on my head.
I was propped on a throne, Unable to move, Unable to speak, Unable to do anything at all.
Like a statue.
I was trapped there, Until she came along.
She did not need to hear my voice or words, To know I was unwilling upon this throne.
She saved me, She ripped the crown from my head, And cradled my limp body in her arms.
She told me
"You'll be alright, I promise it.
You won't die in such suffering, You will not die here."
And I stared at her, Tears rolling down my cheeks.
I was free.
I hope she does not blame herself.
I hope she doesn't mourn.
She could not look at me, She just hugged me, As tight as she could.
I took my final breath,
And the quietest,
"Thank you"
Brokenly echoed in the hall.
She gave me my freedom.
Now,I just hope she lets me go.
the balcony
(TW for suicidal themes at the end)
The balcony.
My most prominent memory is of the balcony, Leaning against the railing and staring longingly into the sea of stars above my head.
A whisp of a memory from when I was an infant, My mother holding me, Standing on the balcony.
No matter what had happened each day, I always found my way back to the balcony at its end.
My fifth birthday, My sixth, My seventh, All the way through my fifteenth, At every party, The balcony was where I hid.
I met my best friend there, My crush asked my out there, My mother died there.
And that is where I became queen.
Now, So much time has passed, A cycle at least.
Of which cycle I cannot tell, But it is much time nonetheless.
I stay trapped here, On this balcony.
The balcony where my life began, I am trapped.
But I cannot leave.
If I leave they will be forgotten, The people of the balcony memories.
If they are forgotten, They never existed at all.
I am trapped in this balcony.
This balcony where my life began, This balcony where it shall end.
And as I lay there, Looking up at the stars, with the balcony just barely in view, I wonder.
And I hope this will not happen anew.
a thing that bleeds
Blood.
The liquid that flows within us, Proving that we live.
We are things and creatures that bleed. So that must mean that we are the things that live.
You have a beating heart, And blood rushing through your veins.
You must be a thing that lives.
You must be human, Or something along that road.
I had the same.
The blood that once flowed through my veins, Are now rubies upon my brow.
I sacrificed so much to get where I am, I've bled and given all I have.
Am I still alive? Am I even human anymore?
You with your heart of gold that bleeds, Tell me, Am I still me?
When I am no longer a thing that bleeds.
Trust made of dust and bones
Trust is like a chalkboard.
Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.
It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.
I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?
Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.
Its more permanent, It lasts longer.
I think I understand why we use chalk now.
Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.
It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,
But it's always there.
We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.
We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.
The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.
When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.
With chalk, You can just wipe it away.
Spilled ink is forever ink astray.
I am so sick and tired of being the second choice.
I talk to you and introduce you to my friends! And what do you do?
You only ever talk to them.
But when you have a class with me and not them, I suddenly become your friend again!
You leave me out of group projects.
Even when theys said 2 or more.
Nobody ever chooses me.
I am the consolation prize.
Now you may say "I would choose you!"
But you haven't.
And you wont.
Stop with the lies please,
It makes me hope.
Guys,guys I fell in love with another small fandom,again- and there's like NO gacha reactions I'm going insane
Yeah, so I noticed a couple days ago that the numbers don't add up....does this happen often on Tumblr? Are there many invisible followers? Am I being followed by an invisible blog? Point of this post = I was wondering if this happens often, and If the invisible follower of mine meant to be an anonymous follower or what happened?
I still can’t get over the fact that you’re gone. That I’m never going to see you again. It still hurts, though it’s been years. Death is unfair.
cute bunny girl for the soul
I think I may have cried when I saw this... I definitely wiped my eyes
🤔
It's been 299 years since I last posted so I returned with this
(Also hidden Among us in the pic if you can find it)
This is the pic without the blush
☆I was today years old when I was looking through pintrest and saw these...☆
(I'm so weird..)
Wow!!!!!! Forst time posting on Tumblr!!!!! yay!!!!!!
Hallo, my name's Uli (she/her), silly little person, history and art enjoyer, and I decided that I will try to post some of my art over here, even though I'm still not sure how everything works.
I usually draw in some kind of a cartoonish style that I'm still trying to improve, so if you want to see the process of improvement, you can stick around.
I usually draw.:
Hermitcraft / Life series
Own OC's
Soul eater
Random doodles that are impossible to tag
Feel free to suggest doodles, give your opinion about my art, and talking with me about anything whatsoever, I think it's really fun interacting with other silly peeps :)
Art tag → #uli was here
(Edited because art was not arting and I couldn't really post anything. Please believe in my motivation please please ple)
((also sorry for any mistakes, not a native english speaker))
I am not a beggar
I do not cry from my hunger
I bare down on an empty mouth with gritted teeth
I let holes burn in my stomach before I allow myself to eat
Consumption is a sin
To want is to waste
Like the monks before me, I know I can wait
I eat my sins
I gag from the taste
The more there is
The less I take
Because I know how much it costs
And I cannot pay
I got Captain Marvel, I am 100% f*cked
Even of she were a good mentor, we would NOT get along
Congratulations! You are the new sidekick to a DC or Marvel superhero. Spin the wheel to determine who your mentor is. (NO RE-SPINS)
Assume you will have a similar superpower or will learn a similar skill set (for the non-powered heroes) as your mentor or one of your mentor's canon sidekicks (dealer's choice) so you aren't completely screwed.
Current mood
So if the eternal library is supposed to be this place with all the knowledge and inventions from every country, every planet, every universe- then what if team radical is exploring it and comes across some super modern car or something and are just like "is it alive?" And then poke it with a stick
HEYYY LOVELY PEOPLE 💕
I managed to finish this comic today, both part one and two! I was in a hurry so it might look a lil wonky but I tried my best.
Anywayyyy this is somethingggg, nothing special just Wally talking his feelings out a bit. Love you all 💕💕💕💕
(Sorry if its a bit cringey)
Someone in the Amino community requested that I draw Chara like a ghost… So this is what I came up with…
Then she made another comment and Charablook was born… XD
Wattpad crack: We're unrealistic and kinda cringe
Ao3 crack:
