with reused images

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Living World Season 3: Everyone Leaves Commander Alone And Worried.

I needed a commander figure so I put my rat here, could be anyone really. :’D It’s exactly my feels so far. *rubs face* Why must everyone run off, some to a certain death or big trouble. I’m itching to see if it’s intended and what moves Anet does have planned next.

I hope you like it, please don’t reuse these images anywhere.

Don’t touch me.

I don’t think you understand.

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BlazBlue + Tumblr text posts, part 14

back when I started this I briefly considered moving it to a separate blog but then I thought “haha there’s no way I could make enough of these to warrant that“

look at me now

ask-mischievousbendy  asked:

"Heya, this has been concerning me a bit but what are those lines on your arms? Forgive me if this is a sensitive topic." Mischief asked, concern in his tone.

“…..I Hurt Myself When My Creator Did…Horrible Things To Me…I Sorta Kinda Used Paint/Ink Thinner To Do It…Thought It Might Go Away!”

“…Clearly It Didn’t…Creator Was SO Mad But…I Kept Doing It…It Was The Only Thing That Made Me Feel…Good…Happy…For Once In My Life, I Found What Made Me…Happy.“ 


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anonymous asked:

Hi Keaton! You're a phenomenal writer and one of my favorites so I thought you might be the person to ask. I love to write poetry and have finally found my style so I love to write as much as I can in this style as I just personally love how the words turn out (who knows if it's any good haha). My only worry is that some of my poems are now turning out to sound similar instead of each being its own different creation. Does this ever happen to you? If so how would you fix this? All my love xoxo.

i don’t worry about it. sometimes we need to reuse certain phrases or images until we can get them out of our systems. besides, we don’t hold traditional artists to these standards of making every piece distinctly unique, do we? if picasso can spend years painting in only shades of blue to work through his severe depression, i can work through mine by writing 107 poems about making out with our lord and savior jesus christ in the back of a gay bar, and no one has the power to stop me. yes, i knew what i was doing when i said that jesus was covered in pink glitter and we were both sweaty and hoarse from singing along to beyoncé. it’s called an artistic signature, helen, and