#barrelsofinsanity

[crownblaze-blog]

✝ –––– he’s more than happy to have a partner in this little endeavor . it seemed like more often than NOT these days , he was doing things solo . not that he minded entirely –– if he went at things alone , he could follow his OWN PLAN , and everything would be done his own way . but hb’s friend was always a good companion , and he was the overall SMARTS of the operation , so this duo was greatly appreciated . ❝ you readin’ that map right , abe ? ❞ he’s joking . they’ve been going down this tunnel for what seemed like hours , but hellboy had no doubt in the amphibious man . ❝ there’s gotta be a right or a left SOMEWHERE ahead , ❞

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[archive--not-completely-human]

CONTINUED FROM HERE 

Any time is the perfect time for good food. As in tastes good, because according to Connor, and she quotes, he wouldn’t call pizza lovely. Quite frankly, he sounded a lot like someone she used to know, and she didn’t want a lecture on why whatever it is that she’s eating is healthy or not. For the most part, she had nothing to worry about. This body is not flesh and blood. 

Alita already had her mouth stuffed with a big bite of the first slice of pizza, so her initial response to his quick second lesson on why it wasn’t lovely, was just a childish pout with her eyebrows knitted together. The scowl upon her features was enough to say she wasn’t pleased. Perhaps she could have ordered a smaller size but she was starved and it just looked so good. And smelled good. And tasted good. So she got a large instead. 

How anybody of her size could manage to finish over an entire large sized pizza all their own is a mystery, but, again, this body is not flesh and blood so maybe that had something to do with her appetite. This may not be the best choice of food for anyone to eat; even a total replacement cyborg. Ido always told her she needed proper nourishment for her brain. 

After she swallowed, she leaned back in the chair and then spoke back. “I don’t need a lecture on any of the food that I touch. It tastes great so, nothing else matters.” Not the best word of reasoning but it’s all she had. “I won’t let that stop me.” A wide smile made it’s return upon her lips, she shrugged her shoulders and took another bite. 

@barrelsofinsanity

[bersalah-archive]

❝Kill them! Kill them all!❞ The angered Poncle could be heard shouting, bouncing upon the top of a white wolf's head in a cricket like motion; steam practically billowing out of his ears. What the heck did they just call him? Bug? BUG!? He'd show them bug when they tasted his blade!

Well....it wasn’t every day a little bug shouted murder on a dog’s head, then again she never saw that every day so in response Lara put her flask away and just stared at the sight infront of her, clearing her throat.

“....You....you got a murder streak there, little guy?” Please be a figment of her imagination.

[tokodomo-blog]

Me: So did you have fun?

Friend: It was fun! I was at a flea circus.

Me: A flea circus.

Friend: It's a circus of fleas.

Me: Wtf.

Friend: It's not real fleas. It's a gimmick. A really tiny circus.

Me: I just imagined fleas playing cheap tricks and then expecting money and praise.

Friend: No, not quite like that.

[gasxmask]

There is a voice ringing through the Old District. It houses a strange accent, one not found commonly in that area and belongs to a tanned skinned young man. He's skipping down one of the empty alleyways, singing to himself in the language of his home. His bare feet press against the wet concrete with no complaint and he holds close to him a satchel that almost seems to wriggle in complaint. Passing by a large building he pauses, still singing to himself. Do you approach? - barrelsofinsanity

      A questioning gaze was cast in the boy’s direction, wondering whether or not he was the owner of that voice. It was almost as pure as his own, he felt, only the melody he was humming was more upbeat and cheerful compared to his own. It was quite a joy to listen to.       Were it not to have been for his curiosity, he wouldn’t have been leaning off the side of the roof in the first place. The weight he applied to one of the tiles (well he had to balance himself somehow) was the reason it snapped in half and he slipped, falling at quite an alarming rate. Eventually, he struck the ground a few inches from the boy’s feet. Were he to have stopped just a moment later then chances were he would have landed on top of him. Clear merely lay there for a second, letting his data catch up with what had happened. It wasn’t long before it did and the pain - though delayed - began to register.       ”Itai~~” whined the male, slowly but surely propping himself up. His voice resembled that of a child who had fallen off his bike. “Why is my luck so bad?” He wouldn’t dwell on it long, though, as he soon noticed there was someone standing a few feet away from him. “Ah~ Konnichiwa~”  he chirped, almost as if nothing happened. “I must have startled you. Gomen!”  

[dancelaesmeralda]

Rubber Ducky - Killian (hello yes I'm alive XD)

(ahaha hello love :3)

Her eyes widened in surprise as Killian moved into the bathtub, her hands instinctively moving to cover up her upper body, knees bending to use her legs to hide her lower body, a flush rising to her cheeks. “What are you doing?” she hissed, leaning over to rest her chin on her knees as she stared over at him, eyes wide and unblinking. “What if someone catches you in here?”

[dancelaesmeralda]

"You woke up screaming. I figured breakfast in bed was in order." - Killian (he's an amazing cook c:)

"I did?" she asked, her voice groggy from the sleepy state she was still in. Bringing her palm to her eyes  she rubbed them, notably added a soreness to the bags under her eyes. The nightmares seemed to be getting worse and worse, despite refusing to talk about them, or even think of them. 

"What is that?" she asked curiously, the smell waking her up a little as she sat up in the bed, blankets shifting over her legs slightly as she propped herself up, trying to look over at the food on the plate as she groaned. "It smells like heaven”