Please— Please Please PLEASE- Tag Anything That Has Needles. I Have Trypanophobia(is That What It's

Reblog this if your muse suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

@iixesha started ♡ "death doesn't come to someone like me very easily,"

Taliyah paused her eating , Ekko's dramatic words filling her ears . Since when was he here ? The woman look up , wiping some spaghetti sauce from her face .

" Ekko ? When did you get here . . ? . . . Want some spaghetti ? " Taliyah smiled nervously , patting to the spot next to her on the ground . " Ya know I understand that , right ? "

i love herrr ;;

Say "I wanna slow dance with you" to walk in while my muse is playing an instrument and/or singing

Say "I've got the moves" for my muse to walk in instead!

hello! this is a new roleplay blog for Garen Crownguard from League Of Legends, coming back after a long hiatus from a different account.

please Like or Reblog if you’re interested in interacting so i can check out your blog!

@half-beast-bastard started ◇ ❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞

God of War starters ☆ Still Accepting!

This was all so strange . Earlier that day , the Shuriman woman heard people muttering in the streets . They were speaking of a man— no , a half man , half wolf abomination .

While she never really trusts words on the street , Taliyah always has been just a bit too curious .

The show was rather unnerving . Taliyah has a sensitive soul , and unnecessary violence was never something she enjoys . Most of the time , her face was covered or her eyes were closed . Can you blame her though ?

Going there was a mistake , she knows now . At the end of the brutal show , Taliyah was getting ready to leave . To forget this place ever existed , and continue to explore the magic lands of Ionia . However , a deep voice caught her attention .

Startled , the freckled girl turned suddenly . There , she went face to . . . Abs with a tall man . The one in the ring , presumably called 'The Boss' .

Taliyah stared at the Boss with wide eyes , hardly registering what he had said . Jesus , he's big . . . Clearing her voice , Taliyah's hazel eyes glanced up at the man . Vastaya ? You know what I mean .

Clearing her throat , Taliyah finally responded . " I am- ! Shurima is very different . Less . . . Bloodshed . " With her accent heavy , Taliyah sent him a nervous smile . Trying her very best to ignore the blood on his knuckles . " Are you hurt ? "

" But you want to name him Ludacris . . . Baby , there are some boundaries . "

"Baby... Baby, I love you, but you CANNOT name the child."

" I let you name the first one, you PROMISED you'd let me name the second one, dammit. "

Fuckin s a m e

i follow 2 final fantasy blogs and tumblr gives me 18

i dont even know that much about ff let alone play it lmao

My mood hasn't really been for role-playing recently. B u t, I have been in the right headspace for art! Who knew that actually using anatomy would make it look better? Still has lots of blush though.

Whenever Taliyah folds clothes, you might hear her mutter stuff while doing it

"Boyfriend clothes... boobie protection... towels 'n shit... who's shirt is this? It's mine now."