I'm not good at art, this is my first Tumblr, and I make bad jokes..Don't judge me please.
What the hell does this even mean
I think this is a neat idea. :)
that’s why i reblog so many rps starters
Please do people
It can be- just give me a heads-up if you want it to be canon IC. :)
I’ve made friends this way!
Adoneia blinked. For once she was caught off guard. She had merely meant to ruffle her hair lightly. But with a small shrug she continued as the woman wished. Her expression briefly hinting at a small smile.
"Hnn.." Sae lolled her head to the side and made a happy rumbling noise. “‘m Sae..Any particular reason for… ?"
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
My perfect life is naught but a lie
I want to scream to shout, I wish I could die
I’ve tried a gun Bang..Bang
Nothing..I’m too scared to hang
This act I play publicly is some grand contradiction
My act ends, I come home and need act on a prediciton
Will he be good or bad?
Today, is he my abuser or my dad?
He’s big, strong, burly. But, wears a kind mask
Watch out those nights when he reaches for a flask
Alchohol is his drug of choice
and with it I’m so small I dont even have a voice.
No matter what I do or don’t
What i will and what i won’t
I stand as the accused
and fall as the abused.
My sweet mother is a defender
Of this man, my dad, this pretender
She says “He also had it bad”
That bullshit defense just makes me so..mad.
If you think you had it bad
Wouldn’t you get mad?
Wouldn’t you remember your dad?
Wouldn’t you change what you had?
I’ve googled, I’ve searched, I know all your signs
I try to stay within these constricting lines
But it will never be enough, I’m never enough
This kind of love they call tough
It’s tearing me up from the inside out
I’m not around to sulk nor to pout
I want out.. I want to scream, cry, shout!
This poem means nothing, just me having a bout..
Does it make you feel tough?
When you “need” to act rough
Do you feel that you’ve won
Standing over your injured son?
Well? Do you?
"your full name without an E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N"
My name would literally be ‘H’…
I forgot last name…
Jtt D ow
Wht th u!?
x h w
MY PARTNER’S NAME WOULD BE “XD HUG”
D Pug. fear me, mortals.
___ Vtt. My first is a blank..