My friend confused, asked me how I keep taking & sending her photos, when both my hands are in the shots & I just responded with this photo, no explanation.

We can’t stop thinking about how this would be some dumb ass conversation between Zack and Sephiroth now, so I drew it. 💀

I dreamed about this scene, I wanted to draw it! I'm not great at making comics but tried my best. The scene takes place before the event of breath of the wild.

Hi Tumblr

Gold light, Smokers delight

Eve, on the porch,

Cigarettes in hand,

She takes the role of movie star

And makes the myth woman.

My girl, barely 18

With her brazen bra exposed,

Lights another one for the camera,

Sultry eyes closed.

And she’s alien to me,

My fresh eyes unfamiliar,

Yet I smell the scent so sweet

And sap rose,

Her soul is soft vermillion.

I know her yet I don’t,

My friend more or less?

I cannot place this woman girl,

She makes my head a mess.

She’s a universal feeling,

But empty nonetheless,

And as I search for reasoning,

the further I regress.

But I want not for answers,

For she’ll return again,

The smoke will linger on her skin,

My strange little actress friend.

I've just thought of soenthing and now anyone that sees this can cry too.

Loads of people think that mefusa has a blind girlfriend and like they live really happily together and I agree with that. I think that's really sweet really nice and it's what makes medusa happy after she was hurt by men and given the power to protect herself against them disguised as a punishment. So hoe am I gonna make you cry? Imagine this.

One day medusas girlfriend goes out to collect fruit and berries or food or something like that so she has to leave the cave. She leaves earlier in the morning kissing medusa lightly on her forehead and leaving her to sleep and rest in there shared bed nest thing. But that's where the bitch that cut her head off comes in. I forgot his name. He comes in and it's the classic tail he cuts her head of and flies off with it leaving medusas body limp injured and dismembered in the cave. What used to be a safe space a home a haven for the two women. When medusas girlfriend returns she walks in but doesn't hear the familiar echo of her lovers breathing or light jiss of her snakes. She knows she won't go outsid4 so she looks around and trips over but unlike when she trips over the statues there isn't a crash or a chatter of stone. Only a walm wet feeling on her feet and legs. She uses her hands to search around the floor before feeling the walm liquid and she's jit with the sudden metallic stench of ehat could only be described as blood. The girl's breath catches as the feels the familiar feeling of her scaly lovers skin. The shape of her sholders that's been memorised. But no head.

She gasps out the sir pouring out of her lungs as she cries her name as she screams as she begs and she drapes her body over her lovers corpse in grief and cries her name till she has no tears. No breath. No lover. No medusa. She falls asleep with stinging eyes and walm cheeks lying in a puddle of her lovers blood, her corpse and her own tears. She doesn't wake up.

Heartbreak changes a person. So yeah that's what I just came up eith twll me what you think :]]

My my! It's time to update my other book! Chapter 5 of is this fate or something? Is out!

open starter the daily grind ( café )

The sweet and saccharine aroma of fresh baked pastries mixed with todays morning brew saturated the air.

River took a small whiff, enjoying the comforting and welcoming smell that never failed to ease him. He hated mornings but he always looked forward to going to the local café. This was his favourite place in town, third only to his humble home and the forest.

He then promptly bought his usual purchase. A cold brew and a banana nut muffin. This order hasn't changed for the last five years. River liked to be consistent with things. He has a routine. He walked over to his usual place, a small booth nook with a metallic table that reflects the morning sun. It almost blinded him for a second.

"I hate mornings..." He thought with a deadpan look on his face as he took a seat, taking a small sip of his drink before staring through the glass pane. The window framing the quaint beauty of crescent cove as the town began to awake. The birds have began singing, a gentle cool breeze fills the atmosphere, the shops slowly preparing for opening, and the sun embracing this beautiful and magical town.

"I still hate mornings..."

His thoughts were then cut short. His attention diverting to the door as he heard the familiar ring of the entrance door chimes. Curious to know who it was.

bye this is my first time doing this whole rp thing

i have never posted on tumblr before....... AHHH

Cat.

Low-effort OC rule

Me (About to absolutely destroy my kitchen): Hmm i wonder if i can find a macaroon recipe online

Introduction (I Guess??)

Hello, this is Steg (@ /Memes4Corpse on bird app)! I created this account just in case bird app goes down in flames...since it seems like that's highly possible.

I've never used Tumblr before, I know that probably sounds kinda strange, given my age. But during the height of Tumblr, my parents didn't allow me to have ANY social media at all LOL. So I'm learning how to use it now.

Since I don't really know how this works, my account might seem a little more chaotic than on bird app. I'm not sure how I want to use it. Should I do what I did on bird app and just dedicate it to sharing content related only to Corpse Husband, or do I make this a little more personal?

Regardless of how I use this, I'll always share things related to Corpse because I want to stick with the community!

Riddle - |Mattheo Riddle| Under Revision - Authors Note (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1127396238-riddle-mattheo-riddle-under-revision-authors-note?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NurImanDlaila&wp_originator=3XRcdmGBfo%2F3A%2FUFDA9oSOsqIXJb5ajWIv9q%2FQP0Auc7D0XrpytiCtPwcIEtwtJRLwVRQ%2BsW42jW4%2B1nXqiYWO4UFFMqs6HTmm6G%2BxDO2KF2n%2Bfj5UEM5M2AK1ISB%2BVb Voldemort, the one person you're supposed to hate, to fear him. but his son is the one your heart desires most . the hatred of riddle and the stereotype of his family. y/n Malfoy beings in year 2 doesn't follow all of harry potter story line MATTHEO RIDDLE IS NOT MY CHARACTER HE'S @yasmineamaroo LORENZO BERKSHIRE IS ALSO NOT MY CHARACTER HE BELONGS TO @babynaomi Started- december 27th 2020 Finished- september 9th 2021 #1 in mattheoriddle- 06/23/21 & 02/11/22

I love this read it in three days and only 50 chapters I cant explain hw much I want to reread this again and again but then again I still have a lot of work to do good bye lovelies and anyone who wants to be call bitches 

My skrunkles <3

Even in your worst days sometimes all you gotta do is look up...

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My only purpose in life is to serve. I know that. And I comply. I serve my parents. My friends. My family. Strangers. I know this because I'm surrounded by it. I'm surrounded by the knowledge and self-awareness that if I don't serve, I'm useless and unlovable. I serve my parents. Because when they get home. They are tired and want to collapse in their bed. I serve them by giving them evidence of my achievements. Stupid, worthless certificates from school stating I'm receiving high marks in subjects and I try hard. They come home and I have cleaned the house, cooked dinner for myself, made them a coffee, made them dinner, helped my little brother with his reading and made my grandparents laugh and made them dessert. I serve them by achieving. I serve my friends by being a verbal punching bag. Sorties a physical one (not a lot, though). My friends will make jokes about my weight, how much I eat, how I should 'kms', how 'obesity causes cancer'. Their words. I know it's a joke, and I'll smile and try and laugh. I'll pretend I'm not crying the one time I go too sensitive. Other friends tell me they want me to stop hanging around them. But I know it's a joke, and it's not gone too far yet. It's just there idea of a joke. I serve my family by helping them look after younger cousins, by making there friends laugh and by entertaining them with my 'talents'. I serve and that's my life. I'm ok with it. Everything I I is for someone else. I'm not a real person. I'm a soul hovering over the sholder of some sad teenager. And I accept that. I serve. That's my purpose. When I don't s3rve that's all I am. A sould hovering over the sholder of a sad teenager. And that feeling sucks. So I'm happy serving. My life's good. My purpose is to serve.

Okok so I wrote this like 2 seconds ago when u was getting my art stuff out and I found some awards that I didn't give my mum and my dad's super tired and burnt out next door so I thought when he wakes up from his nap I'll give them him and he'll be proud. Then I got the idea of serving cause he's only proud of me when he has evidence, and the rest is history idfk. I refuse to read this back, so if there's errors or it gets personal, sorry, I won't be changing it 👍