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boo.
“Come out, come out wherever you are…”
"...Cruelty in the most basic form."
ERIK! ERIK THE FISH! EHEHEHE *Throws a smoke bomb at*
-Grumbles from somewhere in the smoke about executions-
Ezekiel stared back, slightly uncomfortable. Oh, dear, what had he done? Was it something he’d said? Avoiding his uncertainty? What had happened to Erik? Was it the cake? He fidgets a bit in his seat, glancing away.
Erik made no sound until the first bite had been processed thoroughly, quirking back into a small smile at the other man. “You’ve been getting better.”
The Archangel chances a glance to Erik and smiles a little. “I suppose practice helps.” Never mind that he had two dozen various confectionaries sitting in the kitchen, half tucked out of sight.
Not one to pay mind to his surroundings when being fed by the angel present, Erik only continued on enjoying his cake until it whittled down past the half way mark, looking to Ezekiel with curiosity.
Watching with increasing disbelief that he’d finally managed to get the cherry almond cake right, he smiled when Erik looked at him, genuinely pleased. “You really like it?”
Erik couldn't dream of resisting the widening of his smile the look on Ezekiel's face, giving a slight nod. "I haven't a reason to tell lies to you, after all."
God damn you Erik...
I said most, Thor and Odin especially. My taste in comedy is not so lowbrow!
Is it, now?
… Why must you question me? *Strides a little closer.* Silly man…
It’d be a terribly uneventful day, the day I didn’t question you, dearest.
I suppose so. But you amuse me, so I am content with that. Now come, thy little demon awaits!
Oh goodness...As if the big demon weren't enough danger.
Ezekiel stared back, slightly uncomfortable. Oh, dear, what had he done? Was it something he’d said? Avoiding his uncertainty? What had happened to Erik? Was it the cake? He fidgets a bit in his seat, glancing away.
Erik made no sound until the first bite had been processed thoroughly, quirking back into a small smile at the other man. “You’ve been getting better.”
The Archangel chances a glance to Erik and smiles a little. “I suppose practice helps.” Never mind that he had two dozen various confectionaries sitting in the kitchen, half tucked out of sight.
Not one to pay mind to his surroundings when being fed by the angel present, Erik only continued on enjoying his cake until it whittled down past the half way mark, looking to Ezekiel with curiosity.
God damn you Erik...
I said most, Thor and Odin especially. My taste in comedy is not so lowbrow!
Is it, now?
… Why must you question me? *Strides a little closer.* Silly man…
It'd be a terribly uneventful day, the day I didn't question you, dearest.
He fumbles about in the kitchen, dishes clinking as he sets up a plate neatly. He returns and places a piece of cherry almond cake in front of the mutant, smiling and sitting across from him again.
He continued staring, out-right, at the other even when the cake was before him, remembering to smile only once he’d taken his seat once more and wasted no time in taking up his fork to indulge in the slice infront of him without hesitation.
Ezekiel stared back, slightly uncomfortable. Oh, dear, what had he done? Was it something he’d said? Avoiding his uncertainty? What had happened to Erik? Was it the cake? He fidgets a bit in his seat, glancing away.
Erik made no sound until the first bite had been processed thoroughly, quirking back into a small smile at the other man. "You've been getting better."
God damn you Erik...
Midgets in costume amuse most in Asgard, that is about as low as it gets.
…I can see how you’d fall for me, in that case.
You find that amusing?
Not at all, but you might.
I said most, Thor and Odin especially. My taste in comedy is not so lowbrow!
Is it, now?