my edit blah blah

i made another child?…I know there are a lot of existing children for them already.

i designed her long ago and i really liked her design.she is a fell!palette x goth child and her name is nina.I have some of her personality down though I’m not sure if I should really provide her with a back story or something. i might redesign her next time.

i need to stop making more now.

Fell!palette belongs to @angexci Right?..

Goth belongs to @nekophy

So sorry for tagging both of you in this,feel free to ignore~

Life goal; sleep on Ashton, play w his hair, kiss his face and make him v happy all day ery day

selfie! :DDDD

What About Us - A KiriBaku Breakup Playlist

“A short playlist for a breakup KiriBaku fic I’m writing. In the start, it goes through bumps in the relationship as it comes to close, pointing out the problems and desperate attempts to keep the relationship together. Then comes the breakup, the avoidance/denial, the pullback, and then the solution“

1. What About Us - P!nk
2. Say Something - A Great Big World
3. When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars
4. Heavy (feat. Kiiara) - Linkin Park, Kiiara
5. The Weight - Shawn Mendes
6. Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) - Kelly Clarkson
7. Me And My Broken Heart - Rixton
8. Don’t Wanna Know - Maroon 5, Kendrick Lamar
9. Attention - Charlie Puth
10. Love Drunk - Boys Like Girls
11. Two Fux - Adam Lambert
12. TALK ME DOWN - Troye Sivan
13. We Are Young (feat. Janelle Monae) - fun., Janelle Monae
14. Break Your Heart - Taio Cruz
15. One Last Time - Ariana Grande

[Listen Here]

*banging fists on table* sMARTPHONE HOUR IS MORE THAN AN UPBEAT DANCE NUMBER IT IS LITERALLY RICH’S FRIENDS DOING EVERYTHING IN THEIR POWER TO T E A R HIM DOWN, AND WHY???! BECAUSE THEY LIKE SOME GOOD DRAMA, NOBODY GIVES TWO SHITS ABOUT WHY HE DID IT OR IF HE’S OKAY SO LONG AS THEY CAN GET A HAND IN SPREADING SOME GOSSIP AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S PRETTY FUCKED UP AND SHOULD BE NOTED

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THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS   →   BLOOD RELATIONS

The apprentice’s gaze slid to their reflection, and he squared his shoulders so that he and Ulla stood side by side, much the same height, their hair as black and gleaming as deepwater pearls.

“Look at that,” he said, and his reflection lifted a brow. “We might almost be blood relations.”

He was right, Ulla realized. It was not just the hair, or the slender-reed build that they shared. There was something in the shape of their faces, the sharp cut of their bones.