We Duel At Dawn Bitch

dude my pfp is a bisexual witch

i'm having the time of my fucking life

You're getting married to your Tumblr pfp how fucked are u

the day you say sorry to the air is the day i die

i should say sorry to the air, i take too much of it-

im her sister and can confirm, i was gnawing at my enclosure and almost killed someone

i was casually doodling random shit on printer paper and all of a sudden my sister is blowing my phone with ao3 being down and now im tempted to draw a skull with a bloody arrow going through it and labeling it "me fr" (i cant draw for shit)

sadly my sadistic side hasn't made herself known yet

On tumblr.com you can be yourself, really messed up

thank you

I was once in a place where no one could hear my screams. My screams were loud once, loud and demanding and begging to be set free.

But they grew weak, growing weaker as my hope to be heard was lost. I was trapped, I didn't know where I was, time did not exist, and I was alone.

My children... my little twins... would they even remember me?

...

There is a small crack beneath my fingers. It feels rough, the first texture I've felt in so long. There is no feeling in the darkness, nothing to cling onto, nothing to cry into.

The crack grows and grows. I see flashes of violet and swirls of red-orange that highlight my palms, the first light in hundreds, thousands of years maybe.

The crack becomes so large that it breaks and two hands reach out in the darkness as the familiar burn of lightning and flames crackle on my skin, illuminating the shadows.

I take them and my screams are released; a small, weary, liberated cry is among them:

"Thank you."

if it can kill me, I'll drink it

if it gives me an extra limb, I won't drink it because I won't die from it

A tall ghoulish looking man with a green robe and strange symbols on his cheeks comes up to you and says "hey sexy. Drink this"

Would you?

holy shit

that was... hot

oh fuck, I'm doing it again

ignore this, just some sisterly drama, nothing spicy

any drama whores can leave now

@unholydisaster13 made fun of me so she has to die.

literally named this "blackmail.jpg"

YOU CAN NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE—

@dead-deadashell can't socialize for shit, pass it on

she communicates solely through combat and would rather dropkick a dude than ask someone for a napkin

totally not referencing myself—