Rhenna2020 - Lyra Collins

Omg it me

Sylphs, holding all their feelings in a very beaten up cardboard box: Okay. This is fine. I just have to make it to the safe and then I’ll be good. No one will be around to see these and then I can suppress them! It’ll be okay! We’re all good!

A minor inconvenience, fluttering onto the top of their feelings pile and making the bottom of the box cave in and spill shit all over the floor: (:

Sylphs: Oh shit. Oh fuck. *scrambling to pick everything up and whipping their heads around to make sure no one’s looking, then hiding away in their room for 3 days out of embarrassment*

Oho boyyyy

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'

Hello, peoples~!!

So, I decided this account would be used for my stories and OC's. Since I'm still new to this, everything will probably suck. I'll try to post some art, and info about my OC's, and you guys can even ask questions and role play if you want.

Re: Volatile Times

So I’ve gone nuts and made a remake for that crappy old version. I doubt it’s less crappy now (don’t even try to object, I’m very dissatisfied and tired as hell), but at least more detailed and and stuff and oh god it’s almost 4 am here

I can’t say why I wanted this remake so badly, there’s never any logic in my actions :I

Oh and look, I’ve found this version of song

If you need non-text ones, look here

Now all I have to do is to decide should I put mature filter on this for DA heh

jane austen was right!!!!! i AM half agony half hope!!!!! if i loved you less i COULD talk about it more!!!!!!!! i WAS in the middle before i knew i had begun!!!!!!!

Joan had transformed herself at their instruction. She had ceased attending the village dances, refused an engagement, pledged her virginity to her mission. She cut her hair short like a man’s, dressed like a knight, learned to ride horseback, to wear armour, to use a sword. Yet despite this she maintained a female identity, renaming herself Jeanne La Pucelle, Joan the Maid. 

Anne Llewellyn Barstow, “Joan of Arc and Female Mysticism” (Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion,  Vol. 1, No. 2, Fall, 1985)

I don't think we humans are Space Orcs, I think we're more like Space Succubi/incubi.

We're a deeply hedonistic sex obsessed species, of which a not insignificant percentage are monster fuckers, alien fuckers, and furrys.

We're going to slut our way across the stars

I know this account is for my own stories, but I really wanted to share this fanart I did on here. I absolutely love Tales From The Gas Station and I wanted to draw Spencer, so I did.

Andarians

Andarians are beings of light and energy, and they live on the planet Andar. The race is mostly made up of females, and their blood can be any color. Their hair and eyes usually match their blood color, but can be different. For example, one could have green eyes, and green blood, but has black hair. Their eyes are the same color as their blood with all of them. They are mostly peaceful, but are a warrior race. They can create armor with their aura. The planet they live on is made with more colors than most, and fireworks are a naturally great occurring phenomenon, which happen every night. They have three transformations. The first one, being their natural form. In their second form, they have fang like incisors, their pupils slit like a cat's, and their nails become slightly sharper. In their third form, their hair becomes short and fluffy, their irises also slit, their nails turn more like claws, and all their teeth sharpen into fangs. Once they reach their early thirties, their bodies stop aging, and they can live for hundreds of years. They are more mature and their minds are more developed when they are born. They can speak any language, but prefer to stick to their own.

The Extended Zodiac as Horns Part One: Lowbloods - Rust, Bronze, Gold, Lime

Every one of these horns is free to use! I ask only for credit! <3

The extended zodiac pixels were made by quixotican on dA.