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orubor

#otp; it's time you evolved #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

bipolar--woman

#otp; it's time you evolved #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

itadxkimasu-archive

#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

itadxkimasu-archive

#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

lenw130

#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

kurisnyan

#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

deadacc-archive

Who else want to reread MTNN?

#This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue #otp; it's time you evolved

animestorm

#[ I LOVE this ]#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

kiyuta

#This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue #otp; it's time you evolved

kiyuta

#[ cries tbh ]#This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue #otp; it's time you evolved

barriss

"And I never thought I’d have a heart to break."

#This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue #otp: it's time you evolved

gpoymangacaps

gpoy otp: neuyako (nougami neuro x katsuragi yako) from majin tantei nougami neuro

"take care of this place while i’m gone, partner."

#This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue #otp; it's time you evolved

itadxkimasu-archive

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#PSA #outofappetite

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#outofappetite

thelittlestninja

#Mirror #This Queue is on the Tip of my Tongue

▼ Was there truly any point? If nothing in this world existed that could satiate his hunger... was there any prudence in existing at all? Or was the joy truly, as he'd hear certain fools proclaim, in the journey?

No. Without fruition and satisfaction as the goal, there was no point.

Was this what he was resigned to, then? An endless pursuit of a goal as lofty and unattainable as the stars by which man charted his course?

Or could it truly be out there? Had his patience simply failed him?

The sun cast a vast array of colors across the sky as it crept down beneath the horizon, more of its brilliant light disappearing beneath the guise of evening with every precious, passing second; all reflected against the great window pane of his office. The purple contrasted vibrantly against the macabre shade of his rouge desk: Troy. But such a thing went unappreciated in the malachite eyes of a demon in musing.

Another day passed.... hungry. Still hungry. Always famished, Never sated.

But then again, he considered... What would he ever do if he was?