A Gentle Reminder.

sandstorm can manipulate sand, as long as he has his relic nearby / on him. he does not need his bat in order to do so, however its much easier for him to channel out the magic through it

he tends to wander, hitchhike, and raid small towns, whether its for food or simply because he just wants to.

he does not speak much, save for short, raspy sentences if the conversation sparks his interest.

the ragged bandana he wears on his face covers up a pretty big group of scars covering his neck

the scars are from the trials he went through in order to get his hands on the relic, and once he'd gained possession of it a series of marks started showing up on his skin after he began getting a hang of using it

ekko has never seen the stars.

this multi will still be here but im moving all if my league muses

but yeah i took a break and im hanging out over here owo

ekko has been moved to his own blog, @denborae !!  lillia will get her own blog too, and kindred and neeko will be sideblogs to those two, respectively

s.quigly tags

“his eyes were oceans deep, and i was thrown into its embrace without learning how to swim; caught in the moment, though harmless, i remained still for it felt more like the shades of blue found in the sky than the dark, dwelling hues down below. his eyes were tundra which i ran across, frozen air and flakes of ice that pinned me down and held me in place. staring through to my soul my eyes were windows, open fully for his to adventure into; glued to the frozen ground i stand, those frozen gems piercing into mine and as paralyzed i should have been i stood still on my own; winter never did me any harm, nor would he. his eyes were forget-me-not’s and i was struck with amnesia as fragments of the person i was prior to his numbing gaze; parts of me died within those lovely shades of blue, a canvas splattered in hues only he knew how to paint; from winter to spring, summer swept by and created butterflies along the petals decorated in his smile, and i swore i saw heaven and earth at once caught in a moment of awe. his eyes were rain, falling further and further, closing in on the world he knew it as and yet no one seemed to look back up; no one ever asks why his head hangs so low, or why he traces the rain as if it is the only touch he has ever known; maybe his eyes were rain because summer came and passed, only to leave behind a dreary autumn colored in the humble shade of regret.”

— a blue eyed boy // b.b (via benjaminbentley)

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stinky rat man t.roy calypso tags

Garnet how are you handling Steven's behavior lately?

A leg that was kicked over the other twitched slightly. " Not very well. " Was the response after a long bout of silence.

"I'll come back whenever I want!" Steven for garnet

" Be back BEFORE 11. I don't want you eating COLD spaghetti. " Garnet states bluntly.

" Because whatever it is your BUILDING is bound to FALL APART eventually. However the use of TOOLS prolongs that inevitability by a LONGSHOT. "

“Who needs tools to fix something when you have ducktape and superglue!?”