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[thetopichot]

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(🔄) = Reblog

(😳) = Suggestive warning ⚠️

(💬) = Response to an Ask

Auron's Bathroom Sign

What time is it, Auron?

A song that fits Auron's character

Auron's Gift to you

Auron General Headcanons 🔄

Auron's love for Theater

Auron's Secret Love Interest

Vampire Lord Auron, the pocket boyfriend 🔄

Auron's Jacket

Princess Monosuke & Vampire Auron

Auron being a asshole 🔄

Artist!Rook × Auron

Auron's Christmas Decorations

Auron's Fluff Alphabet 😳

Auron, but he's a father now

Taking Auron on a date, wish me luck 🔄

Spud's Hidden Thoughts

Auron comforting Rook 💬

Auron giving you hand kisses

Auron's Mom has got it going on 😳

Vampire Auron, the overgrown mosquito

Vampire Energy

Please punt me, Auron 😳

Vampire Auron is like a cat

Vampire Auron is low-key so fruity

Roman Empire 🔄💬

The Economy Is Shambles, Auron

Let's Take Ibuprofen Together, Rookie

Hunter fucking up Auron's Study

Auron fell first, We fell down the stairs 🔄

Wtf Auron got turned into a plushie?? 🔄

Auron in an apron 🔄

Tennant & Auron outfit swap

Cowboy! Auron, but I'm high on being sick

Auron's natural hair color 🔄

Auron's Brass Knuckles 😳

Late Night Phone Call P. 1

Auron, my silly pookie bear 🔄

IM RIGHT IM LEFT & IM LEFT & IM RIGHT-

Last Minute Christmas Letters

Rook in Rook sunglasses

Fuck you, we're gonna listen to some Vkei 🔄

YOU SAID DADDYS HOMEEEE 😳

BEWARE THE PIPELINE

[uglypastels]

hellooooo i am @boiolayficrec lol i already commented on the reblog, but babe I'm here all for the coments on your masterpiece. I've thought of many possible future events, but I have the memory of a goldfish so I dont remember them all, but last chapter made me think that MAYBE eddie and yn met in the past and (i might be very delulu BUT) the letter that she read was for her, but I thought "uhm but how doesnt ahe remember him" and then my conclusion was: the hit her head and had amnesia or they were very young, but after today's chapter I think that the "him" Steve says it's Jason Carver who was Eddie's collegue at the royal navy or smth like that (they worked for the rich as soldiers idk the oficial terms lol) and that also "stole" Chrissy, who had some romantic envolvment with Eddie and WHO HE WROTE THE LETTER TO AAAA

Yeah maybe I'm delusional and you are probably laughing at me rn BUT IM HAPPY ILUDING MYSELF

Also bear with me coming here to bother you

You are lovely bby ❤️❤️

i would absolutely never laugh at any theory and its not delusional at all 😆 this is a fanfic after all, literally anything could happen. and i wish i could say more but i also don't want to give too much away for the final chapters but i mean....

and literally never a bother. i invited you in here, stay as long as you like

Chapter 8 of Not Wholly Evil - OUT NOW

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Spin My Wheel and Vote in My Poll for FMK: Fullmetal Alchemist Edition (every character I could think of and find a decent picture for)

Reblog with who you got and what you chose in the tags!!

[soranker]

tomorrow :)

[lil-vibes]

late night swimming with narilamb :3

some yapping abt them under here + template

This takes place about 5-ish years after their initial battle so he's just well enough to walk on his own. Narinder sustained pretty severe injuries that took years to even begin mending and in that time they both discovered that he really enjoys being fully in water. Warm baths are a favourite activity of his and, in summer, swimming! It used to be only at the large lake near the cult bc thats how far Lambert was willing to risk taking him.

Swimming is good for him bc it's an activity he can do a lot of (relatively) without his whole body hurting and a way to build some muscle back. He only goes at night so he doesn't get ill from the intense summer heat.

Also his hut has many shells decorating it and Mere (incoming bat cult oc that became his friend on accident) has received some as well! He's still looking for a Pretty Shell tm for lamb, but they are just happy that he has a friend.

heres the template!

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[latenightsundayblues]

Draw Lawrence Gordon telling Mark Hoffman to kill himself….. and Adam in that one Jesse shadow shirt….

or I’ll shoot upu

😱😱😱😱😱right away boss

(It's in cursive. Because Lawrence isn't a savage.)

Also fuck you for this one in particular

[petricorah]

something something i will follow you into the dark (comic wip)

[lightbulb-warning]

cRinGeTobEr dAy FOURRR: angel x demon

[crustyfloor]

If I described Ivan's situation with his 'family' to a stranger, leaving out the fact that he's human I bet they would think he was the family dog or something 😭

[weirdbabs]

i JUST realized that a small bit of isabel's excess spectral engery is being siphened off to eightfold

[ratatatastic]

I'll tell you a story. I get to work early in the morning, so when I come in—Yesterday morning we had this big back of six TVs, and one of them has a network on it... and the banner is: If the Florida Panthers lose, is this the Biggest Collapse in Sports History? That damn thing is sitting on the TV and you know, you're waiting for—to roll it, people, let's move it! Fifteen minutes!...So I'm waiting by the door for my video guy to come in and say—...We have these banks, it's a new rink, right? All over it—"Get that network off our TV!" 'Cuz I'm sitting there going, "I don't like it!" and I'm 57! Well, what happens if you're 25? And you're going, "I gotta live 50 more years of being a part of the 'Biggest Collaspe in Sports History'..." So from the loss to the drop of the puck, something has to change, something has to get better, and that would be where I think, I worked. Once the puck's dropped then I was done working. And I liked our first [period] so that was good. That was good, I was at peace with it. I wanted to win, and—but we weren't scrambling around in the first [period] trying to find our game.

paul and his way with his words aka he felt exactly the same way i felt with the leadup to game 7 and how media reacted to it like yeah i was very upset at some point i just started sighing like eeyore till someone put me out of my misery

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 7 postgame | 6.24.24 (x)

[bungeepuppet]

Prompt: Hisoka is reminded of his mother. Rating: 15+ Words: 600 Note:  A drabble I should have posted on Mother's Day!

**Warnings for mentions of child neglect and allusions of human trafficking 💀

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Hisoka's eyes are staring at something. It is a sliced baguette resting in a basket, cradled in white cloth. His stare is intense.

In his memories, he can see a woman’s hand gripping onto a loaf of bread desperately. He remembers being hungry, but knowing that not a bit of that bread would be for him.

Hisoka is sitting at a table with Illumi in a very expensive restaurant. The restaurant is at the top level of a skyscraper, and has a sweeping city view.

Illumi is talking about nothing in particular, and hasn’t noticed Hisoka’s lack of engagement. Hisoka realizes that he zoned out, lost in a very old memory. It is such a disgusting feeling to him.

“Illumi.”

Illumi pops another bite of his dinner into his mouth.

“Hm?”

“...♠”

Hisoka glances at the bread again before looking back to his date.

“How much are you worth to your parents, do you think?”

Illumi tilts his head at the odd question, but gives it some genuine thought. He rests a knuckle to his chin while he chews. After a moment of contemplating, he finally answers.

“I can’t give any exact amount, but by quick estimate, my services to the family can range from anywhere to the hundreds of billions to tens of trillions of jenny annually.” 

Despite his curtled mood, Hisoka’s nose still crinkles to crush a smile off his lips. Illumi was always so literate.

“That’s not exactly what I meant. ♠” “I mean…” “When you were born, what was your value to your parents? ♣” “How much would someone have had to offer in exchange for you?”

Illumi is confused by the string of questions, but is intrigued nonetheless.

“What reason would they have to sell their child?”

Hisoka can feel his chest chill, as if icy tar is dripping inside him.

“What if your mother was hungry? If she had no money?” “You don’t think under dire circumstances, that she would trade you for a fortune?”

“Hmm…” “My mother?”

Illumi thinks specifically about her.

“No. I don’t believe that she would need to in order to afford food or anything else.”

“Why’s that? ♠”

“Well…” “She is an assassin too, of course.” “If in a situation where she had no assets or resources, and I was an infant, she would easily be able to work a job in order to afford what she needed.”

“Ah, I see.”

Hisoka takes a sip from his drink. He can see her dirty nails clutching the small stack of jenny tight with joy. There is a feeling on his arm; the tight grip of someone’s hand, much larger than his. Tugging him. Tugging him away from her. 

There was so much distress, trying to free himself and return to her. Did she even look up at him again after they gave her the money?

“So, your mother would rather murder someone else than lose her child?”

“Of course.”

Illumi answers like it is so trivial. Hisoka should have expected that of someone with an assassin’s mindset, but still…

“...”

He takes another drink, then picks up a slice of the baguette to butter. He casually takes a bite and drops the memory back into the well it came from.

“You have a good mother. ♠”

Illumi smiles slightly at the comment.

“Yes.”

Illumi continues to talk, this time about random insights regarding his family.

(“My mother worked as an assassin even before she met my father. She is just as skilled as he is, but prefers to watch over my younger brothers now…”)

[silverware-is-interesting]

WOE! object show doodles be upon ye!

idk some doodles and some ss redraws of object shows i enjoy

[tekitothemagpie]

all the time...

[whaliiwatching]

her throne is his lap