that man is beautiful like ripe fruit to me and I am approaching him with a paring knife
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that man is beautiful like ripe fruit to me and I am approaching him with a paring knife
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Hello everyone! I’ve missed you all so much! I hope you’re all having a wonderful day. 💖
Hilarious to think Yana designed the gang with the most swag and diversity of all time, only for them to all die namelessly a few panels later in Modri’s tale.
She thought the fans would enjoy them and so she put her soul into them xDD
Recently joked about Undertaker being gnc af, but on a real note, it really never leaves my mind that he portrayed Ursula in that one fairytale extra, I know Yana did it because he is a villain and she is a villain, but it still never leaves my mind
Looked through my Twitter drafts and found this...
Tumblr's dumb link thing won't work so here. I posted a little fic. It's called A War of Resolve. Undertaker visits Tanaka in hospital. The grandfathers ask each other okay alright what the hell are we going to do about this kid. That's it that's the fic.
I watched this movie!!
Redraw of this twitter thing..
I love that the broken ceiling forms a halo
1980s Sebastian: Young master can I get a perm?
Demon hole, religious-themed adult toys…for this hellbeast, the line between scared and horny had never been blurrier.
What do you think the Undertaker's favorite fruit would be?
Othello
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I
New Undertaker drawings have me losing my mind, here's a snippet of a Claudiataker fic entry I'm working on for my Nightingale's Lament series
"No," Cloudia agrees with a nod. "I suppose Poe considered The Black Death a little too passé for the modern audience." She pauses and angles her head towards him, her eyes sparkling through the ornate mask, outshining any gem on her person. "Present company excluded, of course."
She has no idea how very right she is - unless, of course, she does.
He keeps his face impassive, his tone apathetic, but she is always seeing more of him than he intends. "Lady Phantomhive, if by some small chance the plague does make a return tonight, I can assure you I will have had nothing to do with it."
She hums doubtfully. "Ah, but what other reason might you have for attending tonight's soirée?"
"Other than spreading darkness and decay?" Cedric asks wryly. "The same as most here, I would think. I received an invitation."
"Did you now?" Her frown is hidden beneath her mask as she looks out again to the other guests, the couples who had begun dancing in a swirl of bright skirts and feathers, but he sees it all the same. "My, how curious. I wonder what other tradespeople may be among us tonight, unrecognized?"
"The thrill of a masked ball," Cedric deadpans, and her resulting huff of laughter satisfies him more than he might ever admit.
"I do not know how I could have ever doubted your enthusiasm for such a gathering, Monsieur, do forgive me." Cloudia turns to him, considering. "Although, in the spirit of the evening, I suppose we ought to leave titles at the door?"
And all decorum with it, no doubt. He might have expected this as soon as he saw her. "Ought we?" he prompts, slightly wary.
"Well, who is to say we recognized one another in our costumes?"
Only, they had. She had spotted him with an immediacy that unnerved him, for his methods of achieving obscurity were not limited to the masks and cloaks of their fellow partygoers, and Cedric…
Cedric feared he would know Cloudia Phantomhive anywhere.
New Undertaker drawings have me losing my mind, here's a snippet of a Claudiataker fic entry I'm working on for my Nightingale's Lament series
"No," Cloudia agrees with a nod. "I suppose Poe considered The Black Death a little too passé for the modern audience." She pauses and angles her head towards him, her eyes sparkling through the ornate mask, outshining any gem on her person. "Present company excluded, of course."
She has no idea how very right she is - unless, of course, she does.
He keeps his face impassive, his tone apathetic, but she is always seeing more of him than he intends. "Lady Phantomhive, if by some small chance the plague does make a return tonight, I can assure you I will have had nothing to do with it."
She hums doubtfully. "Ah, but what other reason might you have for attending tonight's soirée?"
"Other than spreading darkness and decay?" Cedric asks wryly. "The same as most here, I would think. I received an invitation."
"Did you now?" Her frown is hidden beneath her mask as she looks out again to the other guests, the couples who had begun dancing in a swirl of bright skirts and feathers, but he sees it all the same. "My, how curious. I wonder what other tradespeople may be among us tonight, unrecognized?"
"The thrill of a masked ball," Cedric deadpans, and her resulting huff of laughter satisfies him more than he might ever admit.
"I do not know how I could have ever doubted your enthusiasm for such a gathering, Monsieur, do forgive me." Cloudia turns to him, considering. "Although, in the spirit of the evening, I suppose we ought to leave titles at the door?"
And all decorum with it, no doubt. He might have expected this as soon as he saw her. "Ought we?" he prompts, slightly wary.
"Well, who is to say we recognized one another in our costumes?"
Only, they had. She had spotted him with an immediacy that unnerved him, for his methods of achieving obscurity were not limited to the masks and cloaks of their fellow partygoers, and Cedric…
Cedric feared he would know Cloudia Phantomhive anywhere.
happy pride month to people whose favourite character is grelle
Guys I think I finally figured it out!!! my big kuro theory that I've been working on for a long time is finally finished👇:
Claudia Phantomhive pegged Undertaker.