When you find that 𝙾𝙽𝙴 person who connects you to the ( ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ )
You become someone 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. someone 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. when that person is 𝚃 𝙰 𝙺 𝙴 𝙽 from you …
what do you become 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 ?
“ rumor has it that the white fang aren’t under your control anymore. couldn’t handle the mantle of leadership? ”
⌜♟⌟ ━━ Ｉ FEEL YOUR PULSE KICK - STARTING THIS LIFELESS SOUL ;;
❛ people must have a LOT to say about me… ❜, the man returns, pausing briefly to force a chuckle. laugh it off. it’ll annoy you less… or so you hope. ❛ i was never somebody with any real ( p o w e r ) within the white fang. i didn’t want to be… being unable to handle the white fang is what really happened. whether or not you feel like believing me…– well, that wouldn’t really make a difference, would it ? ❜
gravity, eden
(i’m sorry i forgot the title when i first posted!!)
missio // twisted
middle fingers / missio
i’m seeing a lot of people upset on the dash so here is a gentle reminder.... please take care of yourselves. eat something. drink something. get some rest. put on your favourite music or tv show or movie. hug your plushies. play a game. do whatever you need to do to feel better, okay ? roleplay can wait. the person behind the character is what matters most. don’t forget that.
❛❛ i’m filled up with love, i don’t want no one to take it ━━ ‘cause i’ve been FUCKED UP since the last time i gave it. don’t tell me you ( 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 ), don’t say it to say it. don’t ask me whohurtme ‘cause the ＳＴＯＲＹ keeps changing.
panfandom. tagged triggers. gmt timezone. please do not reblog this if you are not a roleplay blog. art used.
❝ We can change the future. ❞
⌜♟⌟ ━━ Ｉ FEEL YOUR PULSE KICK - STARTING THIS LIFELESS SOUL ;;
steady is his form as he exists alongside her in near silence ━ save for the existence of slow, deep breaths that possessed the slightest wheeze, faltering lungs BURDENED further earlier that day by yet another cigarette. she had frowned upon them in the past, for good reason, but habits ━ one of so few that brought him some form of twisted comfort ━ were hard to break, only grew harder with the passing of each && every summer.
with eyes free of their typical concealment, the capra stares down at her with visage displaying blend of surprise && heartache. despite all that she had lived through, how could she remain hopeful ? how could she utter such words, feel as though such could become reality somewhere down the line ? most of all, he wonders... why didn’t he ? was he the weaker of the true or was she a fool, the face of puzzling optimism perched upon her shoulder with a grin crudely etched upon its face ?
his lip quivers until they’re forced to part, vocals calm for the most part. he’s doing it for her. ( a n y t h i n g ) for her.
❛ if you say so, blake. ❜
fun fact of the day; some of my angstiest replies have been written while i’ve had meme compilations running back to back on my other monitor.
teeny tiny little headcanon because i can’t think of how to expand it right now. heads up, it’s about tau/ra/donn/a && generally might be uncomfortable ( talk of age difference stuff ) anyway so i’ll put it under a read more !!
catch me if you can // the eden project
im in the middle of class and I’m dying trying not to laugh at sergeant beansprout 😂
points at adam. leanie, “ meanie “ gigantic beanie.
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
⌜♟⌟ ━━ Ｉ FEEL YOUR PULSE KICK - STARTING THIS LIFELESS SOUL ;;
the redhead simply tuts in response, admittedly unsure as to what EXACTLY what expected of him in such a situation. was the stranger to be congratulated ? was he meant to give a damn about some ( p e t t y ) squabble that needn’t concern him && hadn’t until dragged into it in some way ? his bewilderment && mountain of apathy shows in a weak shrug of the shoulders && dulled stare through slits in his mask.
❛ should i ? really ? ❜
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
⌜♟⌟ ━━ Ｉ FEEL YOUR PULSE KICK - STARTING THIS LIFELESS SOUL ;;
now really wasn’t the time for jokes && yet, surely egged on by his inability ━ or mayhap a lack of desire ━ to understand the seriousness of the situation, the faunus finds himself drowning his pain in laughter. it’s so lively that one would not be at fault to assume he were fine, if it were not for the ( b l a t a n t ) external signs that insisted otherwise.
❛ …do you really believe that you can carry me ? ❜
please, sergeant beansprout. TOWERING as you may be, your unwillingness to care for yourself… feed yourself… has you lighter that one would assume.
everybody gets high // missio
