#bombshell time

[blisterinballista]

For the word headcanon/drabble thing

tiny

From the comfort of his 'Safe Room', he clumsily admired the tiny candycolored horses that he collected so lovingly, yet beheld so anxiously. They were as good as bite-sized, next to the likes of Blitzer.

He awkwardly spins one about in one of his vastly larger hands, sometimes even in disbelief of his own ability not to ruin them, despite handling them with legal weapons of mass destruction, and pain.

And, yet, that feeling, could only linger for so long. After all, was the person he turns into when securely alone in here- even that same person that has broken, fucked, and hurt, AND killed, so many? That sounds nonsensical... Look at him.

He looks so small compared to all of the furniture here. He looks just like a child.

LOOK at him! He is wearing pastel blue pajamas with fluffy, sown-on clouds on them that cover his entire body. He has glow in the dark moon and star stickers plastered all over the ceiling above him.

Just, look at him. What a cute, tiny boy.

[ask-theshadowcyborg]

One of the girls got mcfucking stabbed in the killing game brutha 💜

“H-Huh?! What do you mean?! Who got stabbed?! Who’s dead?!” You seemed to have caught Alex at a bad time. He was in the process of taking Kaiji, Chiasa and the two puppies out to the dog park. Sensing his distress, Chiasa came over quickly. 

“Huh? What’s going on?” she asked with concern, her head tilted lightly to the side.