#deftsledge

[lordofdevils]

❖ crybaby-prince ❖ fourthwielder ❖  vxvacious ❖ deftsledge ❖

                     —⊰⬥⊱— Glancing at the unexpected visitors, he was slightly surprised to see his guests were humans. Kcalb knew about their species; however, this was the first time he laid his eyes on them. He was aware of the existence of worlds where his kind and angels weren't present, but that did not explain why they were in the castle. Because he owned an anti-social and unfriendly nature, he wished Etihw was around to handle them.

                                                                                                   "How did you get in here?" 

[hitxkiri-blog]

deftsledge

nisemonoinu

albineus--draco

       ` — xiv 》His fingers traced the scar he received a few days ago. He did not expect the injury to become embedded in his skin. Every time he looked at it, he was reminded of the happiness he stole from the man who carved the scar on is face. He was certain he was going to end up mad if he didn't stop thinking about it.

                       Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the stranger standing in his path. Kenshin's sharp instinct kicked in before he could bump into the person. He gave them a quick glance before averting his lifeless eyes. "You shouldn't stand in the middle of the street." He took a step to the left with the intention to walk past the person.

[xswordmaster]

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;; meme ;;

[ No. 121 ]

      "Why yes, I am as think        as you drunk I am."

                    Hmm, nope that didn't seem quite right. Oh                     well, no use worrying about his speech now.

[xswordmaster]

Titus

Send me a character and I'll tell you;

OTP: tbh i ship him and life like reallyBrOTP: probably him and aladdin OT3: n/aNOTP: titus/death bc that was awful wow

[yesrichesandbitches]

♛

Your muse and my muse are baking a cake. Quick send a ♛ to see my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly throwing flour at them.

Timothy yelps as a handful of powder bursts in his face, some getting in his mouth and the rest settling in his hair, turning it white. He blinks hard as it dusts over his eyes, stuck in his lashes, making his vision look something like a snow globe. The spoon he’d been stirring fiercely with goes still as he looks up at the redhead. 

Who isn’t going to be a redhead for much longer if Timothy has a say in it. 

"Lenalee's gonna be mad if we don't finish this cake for Allen's birthday," he says--but then, without waiting for an answer, grabs two handful of the powder to douse Lavi in. As the flour floats through the air like a snow shower, the young boy snickers and puts flour painted hands on his hips. 

"Now you look like Allen!"