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"Who's there?"
”Everything that happens to you is weird.”
Julian Lavellan | Independent Inquisitor blog
holy shit I haven't been here in at least a month I'm so sorry for the sudden hiatus
I'll likely drop some threads but if anyone wants to get something new going, my tag for open starters is simply #open ; so feel free to pick something from there! I'll likely try to post some more opens and memes in the coming time whoop
from The Waves by Virginia Woolf (via shakespearewasaunicorn)
tagged by: amidelaloi
repost this & tag ten people you want to get to know better.
t a g g i n g ; nah
Name: Jasper Nicknames: Octo, Jasp, Jazz Birthday: March 22nd Gender: demiboy Sexual Orientation: Homosexual, panromantic Height: 5'5"??? could be a little taller than that
Favorite color: blue Time and date at current moment: Thursday, 20th of November, 7:45 PM Average hours of sleep: six to eight Lucky Number: 7 Last thing I googled: .............................Eddie Gluskin First word that comes to mind: extort for some reason. Probably just looked at the x on my keyboard One place that makes me happy: Anywhere where it's warm and there's water (water is optional, but recommended) How many blankets I sleep under: one thick one, sometimes I add a thin one if I'm really cold
Favorite Fictional Character: Noiz from DRAMAtical Murder tbh. Not really anything that could top that. I just relate the most to him without having to reflect anything on him. Book: Bastaardsuiker by Arjen Lubach. It's Dutch and I forgot most of what happened in it but I remember it being really good. Definitely recommend it if you're looking for Dutch books to read to brush up on your language skills or whatever Animation: Gravity Falls yeee TV show: .............Gravity Falls lauGHS Favorite Beverage: chocolety milk Favorite Food: macaroni with egg and bacon??? hhholy shit Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas: Interstellar and I regret going to watch it I'm sorry Dream Holiday: sHOPPIGN IN THE US GGGGGGGGGGGG Dream Wedding: one that doesn't involve murder and is rapture-themed maybe but my preference is none Dream Job: maKE VIDEO GAMES
Piebaldism is a rare autosomal dominant disorder of melanocyte development. Common characteristics include a congenital white forelock, scattered normal pigmented and hypopigmented macules and a triangular shaped depigmented patch on the forehead.
Although piebaldism may visually appear to be partial albinism, it is a fundamentally different condition. The vision problems associated with albinism are not usually present as eye pigmentation is normal. Piebaldism differs from albinism in that the affected cells maintain the ability to produce pigment but have that specific function turned off. In albinism the cells lack the ability to produce pigment altogether.
Did you think I was lying about the whole ‘every protagonist is piebald’-thing? Because I wasn’t.
If you can guess them all then hats off to you, because it was my first time drawing most of these aha. If I got any of their designs wrong I’m so sorry ahhhh I just wanted to practice on them !!
(Also, coloring skin like this is very therapeutic 10/10 recommended)
(( whispers ship meme w/ jack yeee ))
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:
It is so amazing to me that so many people have taken in interest in my Elizabeth. It’s something I never expected to come out of this blog, especially in the pretty minimal time that I’ve been here. l said l didn’t want to do another one of these yet, but to hell with that. :’) You guys are awesome, and I want to make it known!
Just a real quick special mention:
seditiious ( lionheartedxlamb )- Gosh, Victoria. I can’t even tell you how awesome it has been to get to know you over the past month and a half. It’s been so fun to talk to you, make silly photoshop edits, plot, and everything else in between. You’ve been a truly incredible friend to me in such a short amount of time, and l don’t think there’s anyway to properly express how much that means to me. :’) Here’s to continuing our friendship for many more months to come!
Fellow Elizabi:
It is so exciting to follow and be followed by such a large amount of talented Elizabeths. You guys are brilliant, and I want you to know that it is so rad to see your characterizations on my dash.
afrxidofgod, cagedlittlesongbird, cxwyll, dervxgel, hopelessinrapture, impurelamb, lamb-led-astray, mielul, she-walked-with-lions, sonofprophecies ( i’m counting you here, i hope that’s okay! ), the-girl-of-columbia, the-infinite-elizabethx, tornchild, transorbitaire
Lastly, here are all of my favorite, most admired, or most interacted with blogs. These aren’t in any particular order because I don’t hate myself enough to alphabetize two lists. oops!
columbiacalling, chaiinbreaker, notakansasgirl, notaliberator ( + walknotthemiddleroad ), byrdxn, rondeursx, bookerdewitt-falseshepard, givenahxrdtime, iamnotaliberator, wxnand, rosalxnd, themanthatchose, stilltoday, carryinghercoffin, izhexs, schxnste, weelittlepatrick ( + subjectwyk & technicianthompson ), fauxsalvation, bookerjustdewitt, abrokenwalkietalkie, clementinehat, rapture-at-night
Your daddy was a farmer His back was burnished red and gold And every time he closed his eyes a rooster crowed He sowed a hundred rows of corn The summer you were born And wondered what your life would yield
(( eyyyy I updated my theme
thanks to chaiinbreaker!! you're a sweetheart omg ))
"Come on there has to be…something here!” If the other houses had told him anything, people left ammunition and snacks all over the place. Though right now it seemed as though this house was one of the few that just had…household objects within it. Normal and a bit more understandable, though he wished it would have been out of place like the rest of Columbia. Turning on heeled foot to move to another section of the house, he spotted the strangely dressed…person, jumping back a bit. There wasn’t anything for him to grab for a weapon, so he drew his fists, standing bent and lanky. "Don’t…don’t try anything!"
Damn. He'd been spotted. Jack quickly moved himself back behind the door, though he did peek at the other -- if only to see who he was up against.
No weapon to speak of. Good. But no way to tell if he was able to make good use of those fists.
The brunet let out a breath he didn't know he was holding ( relief? He couldn't tell ) and clutched the door, as if it was going to protect him from the intruder. For all he knew, the other would blackmail him -- but then again, breaking into someone's home wasn't exactly legal either. He guessed they were equally matched. "... What are you doing here?"
He could have guessed the answer to that question, but he still felt inclined to ask.
Can I kiss you?
It seemed like such a simple question, but it meant the world to Jack. He had wanted to kiss the Irishman for as long as he could remember, but he never was able to convey his feelings to the other even after they had established that it was mutual.
It was then that Jack could no longer wait to make the first move.
The next moment was a clash of soft, chapped lips, slow but filled with a kind of passion that Jack didn't know he even possessed, let alone was able to convey to others. It took his breath away -- quite literally, as he broke away to breathe. And, to speak.
"Anytime."
"I wish you were mine..."
He wasn’t paying attention. He never did pay attention any more. Splicers usually talked a load of nonsense at him, and it was habit to filter out their blabbering unless it was something that Jack deemed important.
But this. No splicer ever said this. Not to him. Not to their leader.
”What?" He turned his head to look at the other, hues narrowing as if to confirm that he heard him right. He didn’t have to, though, as was evident by the corners of his mouth tugging up and revealing teeth that were, although clearly neglected when it came to hygiene, intact for the time being. It was a sign he wasn’t as far gone as the splicers answering his every beck and call, but that didn’t stop him from shooting up as much as he could anyway.
He felt the rational voice inside of him slipping away. Good. It was better this way.
A bark of laughter escaped the splicer leader, and he moved a hand up to pinch at the back of Ronny’s neck playfully. ”Why wish I was yours — when you are already mine?”