#im so sorry gamer

[aimseytv]

im so sorry for yelling “duh” at y’all

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

[impossible-rat-babies]

I’m gonna be seeing her in my dreams…….

[hesbianyaoi]

misc. doodles that deteriorated in quality to satiate my hunger

[n0ahsferatu]

pov you are a locked chest or perhaps someone bleeding to death

[localapparently]

happy pocky day

[ksdesign]

Signature foods >:D

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 103(123): miscellaneous practice beasts

[cinnymonroe]

ok p03 i get it

I LOVE TWITTER IT GIVES ME SO MUCH INSPIRATION

[amaryllisoup]

scar being ever so grateful and reading donations, grian trying to let out his biggest “WHERE ARE YOU”, and imp and skizz giggling at grian like girls at a sleepover (perfection)

[poorlydrawnstickmen]

day 39

[hearties-circus]

She is literally so pretty who gave her the right

[dogboots]

boyfriend full of facts

[yuzuuu4]

if: high school

[evagora]

it's always "ohh foolish and vegetta would both be architects and work together." what about architect foolish x mechanical engineer vegetta. cuz let's be honest the tower vegetta built would fall off after a week,, but the mechanisms. the mechanisms.

anyways they both admire each other's professions. foolish rambles about the fucking house that he was contracted to design in some fucked up floor and vegetta complains about some pieces he needed that are not the correct size. vegetta likes designing buildings and helping foolish out but his constructions wouldn't pass an osha inspector; foolish straight up doesn't understand how electricity works and is amazed everytime vegetta just plugs something and it works.

they love each other very much ty for coming to my ted talk

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

HE COMES BACK TODAYY!1! :DDD

[ryukyuin]

continuation of this crumb, before i hopefully post the entire thing sometime later this week raaaahhh!!

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You thought alot.

Apparently, Chrollo thought so too.

You could feel his hands ghost over the strands of your hair, the curve and dip of your neck, and the fluttering of your pulse. Licking your lips (were they always this dry?), you only bit back the instinctive flinch you felt at his too-cold touch out of necessity. 

The memories of his reaction to your defiance still lingered. That was the thing about Chrollo, you mused. No matter how much he had, he still had to take. To plunder and devour beyond what he already had. 

Sometimes you thought about what would happen if he grew tired of you, of what would happen once he dissected everything that made up who you were. Not are, no- you already seemed like a shell of who you were before him, hiding away in the introspection of your mind to avoid the way the pinpricks of his gaze burrowed into your skin, the way he savored the simple ways you breathed.

Yes, sometimes you think about what would happen when all the fun there is to have is gone, when the puzzle that makes up your psyche is solved. Would he still card his hand through your scalp as he does now? Would he brush his lips against your ear, murmuring sweet nothings that you barely comprehended? Would he–

You yelped, hands flying to where he’d gently tugged at the base of your scalp, his eyes flickering with… something before quickly extinguishing, his gray eyes once more becoming the ashes of what was. 

The eyes very pointedly staring into you after he once more repeated whatever he had possibly asked.