Fangs, Immmortality, Wings, Greek Mythology, Choker, Dark Red, Glitter, Boots, Ripped Jeans, Short Nails,

We hail you, our allium Gods

literally where would we be without alliums. in hell, probably

I don’t but my mum does! So much so that sometimes I just find myself just randomly singing the theme tune.

My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious

If You Believe That There Is Absolutely Nothing Shameful Or Wrong About Being Gay-

REBLOG THIS.

I want to see how tolerant and open-minded our generation really is. 

And prove to my little brother, who is AFRAID that he might be gay, that there’s nothing wrong with him if he is.

Alright Legolas.

This sounds so awesome! That’s a really fascinating concept, I get the involuntary historical accuracy though, it’s a bit of a pain.

Me: is writing a book set in an alternate reality in the late 19th century but weird with werewolves and steampowered everything

Also me: When were lifts invented so I can make it historically accruate?

YOUR MAIN CHARACTER HAS A FUCKING MAGICAL ROBOT ARM, SHE CAN GET IN A FUCKING LIFT IF SHE WANTS TO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Pride!

Irene has the right idea, mint choc chip is supreme!

My current ice cream headcannons?

Kai: rum and raison

Irene: mint choc chip

Vale: coffee

Li Ming: Lemon

Ao Shun: licorice

Silver: vanilla

Catherine: white chocolate

Vale dreams of that day. Sometimes it’s all that keeps him going.

Silver: one day, I'm going to say "fight me" and someone really is just going to fucking deck me

Vale: believe me, that day is closer than you think

Gorgeous Ineeffable husbands!

big ol twitter doodle dump bc i never post anything on here oopsies

That really is navel-gazing, sorry but I just thought of that appalling pun!

Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible

"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"A what?"

"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"

"Of course. What did you expect?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."

"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"

"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."

"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.

"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"

"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"

"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."

"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."

"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.

"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"

"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.

"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.

"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"

"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."

"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.

"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."

"You are the worst."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."

"Says the man without a navel."

"Technically, not a man."