#staring at the wall

[takami-takami]

Do you know how difficult it is to train Keigo out of his habit of touching himself when he goes down on you?

Wonder if he'd take well to a chastity cage.

[capybapybara]

just finished the Magnus archives, what the fuck was that

[ragtagravenart]

mmm games that make the characters and player both have an existential crisis, my favorite

[unriliable-narrarator]

Holy shit. So I just watched that fern episode...Fuck I knew what was gonna happen but that shit was brutal-

[hayakawalove]

Thinking of that queer man again (suguru)

[stickerblog]

Kewpie stickers

[v4vile-a]

⠀ ⠀LYING SPRAWLED across an unmade bed,⠀ ⠀mold creeping over and clinging to the ceiling above⠀ ⠀——⠀ ⠀chris hums a tune to himself.⠀ ⠀he holds a bic ballpoint to his inner left arm,⠀ ⠀intricately doodling any picture or words that come to his mind.⠀ ⠀YEAH,⠀ ⠀SEX IS GREAT BUT HAVE YOU EVER FUCKED THE SYSTEM?⠀ ⠀chris finishes it up with a smiley face.⠀ ⠀he then rolls over,⠀ ⠀his head falling against jade's chest.⠀ ⠀and absentmindedly,⠀ ⠀he begins to draw on her too.

FOR JADE DOOM N’ GLOOM, @psych1cwound.

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ when are you gonna put me in your zine?⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀chris doesn't pause to stop drawing,⠀ ⠀but carries on as if he'd simply asked what the time was.⠀ ⠀this is what chris and jade's life looks like on most days while he is in los angeles,⠀ ⠀surfacing only around mid-noon to get ready for a gig that they may or may not have forgotten about.⠀ ⠀chris knows he has to snap out of it. but between jade and the beer and the marijuana,⠀ ⠀IT IS HIGHLY UNLIKELY.⠀ ⠀❛⠀ i've always wanted to be someone's muse⠀ ❜

[robbierottenisagayicon]

(logging onto tumblr on my break at work) oh boy i love doing 6 hours of labor with 2 more to go. i love 5 am. i sure hope there isn't any weird news about the franchise i was into when i was 12

[generic-whumperz]

Sorry I can’t come, I’ll be working on my story—staring at the wall and disassociating, replaying one particular scene over and over again in my head until 2 AM.

[walpu]

The cave she walks through is vast and dark. The echo of her footsteps are her only company, while shadows dance across the walls, increasing the feeling of being watched. The silence is oppressive, interrupted occasionally by the sound of stone fragments crunching under her boots.

"Bunmi...?"

Her words echo like a ghostly whisper, distorted and amplified across the vast space.

"I got your message" Each syllable seems to get lost in a maze of shadows "Where are you?"

"Here!"

She smiles weakly, feeling relieved for the first time since she came here.

She closes her fist thight around her sword and quickens her pace, following the sound of the voice that dives deeper and deeper into the confines of this unsettling place.

She advances cautiously but confidently, but her steps falter as she comes across a hidden opening in the rocky walls. That was where the voice was coming from, so she approaches and enters the new cave, whose magnitude of size makes her hair stand on end.

The flashlight in her hand was not strong enough to illuminate here, not even a third of it, but it was enough for her to continue exploring without getting confused or taking false steps.

She walks to the center of the cave.

"Bunmi, where are you?"

*Drip*

'What?'

*Drip*

The white coat beneath her shoulders absorbed the blood falling from the ceiling like a sponge. A thought pops into her mind, but she decides to don't hold on to it in hopes that it's just an unfounded fear.

The flashlight moves upward, illuminating the ceiling as far as it can reach.

Her vision becomes blurred, her previously rapid heartbeat seems to have stopped completely, and the light emitted by the flashlight was barely able to focus on the image as her hands tremble.

Her eyes wided in horror.

Hanging by a rope was her friend's body. His body was full of bites and several pieces of flesh were missing. Not bites from any dental arch of a any Propagation beast, nothing less than human bites.

His face was forced into a macabre smile, and his skull had been split in two. Adesina would barely recognize him if it weren't for the clothes and equipment he wore, created by the genius mind of the one she called her brother.

And above all, the unmistakable symbol, which had been carved into the skin of his chest just below the symbol of the Putrid Devourers, the symbol of Primis's old royalty.

(Memory Bubble: "The" Princess and the Prince").

🌺 anon

I think I actually went pale when I saw the word "blood". Ngl if I were Adesina I would fucking lose it, like it's not just any death but so cruel too dear lord??

[forestdudes]

Just stared at the wall for 45 minutes. How’s your day going

[takami-takami]

Thoughts on scara????

Firstly hes my adorable cutie patootie who i love dearly

Secondly HIS BACKSTORY AUGHHHHH HIS WHOLE CHARECTER AHSDHIWJSBDHWJS

He as a character is very complex and between him and keigo (cuz i can never leave my babyboy keigo out of anything) its very "vessel"-ish (if that makes any fucking sense whatsoever)

...

"Him and Keigo are very vessel-ish" sentences that change your entire brain forever. Oh my god. Oh my god you are so right.

[sparkleshakes]

how i stare at the imaginary camera everytime i see someone do stupid shit

[boo-moved]

[dougielombax]

The ancient art of wall staring.

[djevilninja]

Norah Jones: Tiny Desk Concert