#delicasin

[iimpiia]

" is coming in here, covered in all that... blood, really necessary ? " i hope you can make something out of this! ♡

♠     “Do forgive me for that but well. I didn’t want to wait until I got home since dried blood feels unpleasant on the skin. You wouldn’t happen to have a place where I can change now would you?” She would say the blood isn’t hers but. Well. The pretty sir doesn’t need to know that. So Lucia is keeping that particular detail to herself.     ♠

[commanity-blog]

          he does not like sweets. at least---------not MOST sweets, as his tongue has a pronounced preference for SALT & SPICE; more poignant foods that support growth of muscle, or a healthier lifestyle. but even as a child, he detested anything sweeter than a caramel apple, or the occasional bit of chocolate------------------even PICKY was he with every birthday cake his father bought him ( up ‘til the day the man DIED, ‘tleast. ) thus, how much a stranger he is to places like these, his CRYSTAL BLUE eyes falling ‘pon the establishments attractive signs and pastel ribbons with a sense of UNFAMILIARITY. why is he here? 

          there comes a time, though at unpatterned and unpredictable frequencies, that the CLEAN-CUT man allows his curiosity to roam leashless. usually, this only happens when he has the TIME for it, as erwin smith is the man to lose HOURS ‘PON HOURS in mental indulgence, despite the prominent illnesses from which he suffers. let it be known that no damage has been done to the LETHAL INTELLIGENCE of this learned man, though not much the same can be said for anything else of his. 

          the birdlike chime of the DOORBELL adds to the cheery air enlivening the unknown building, notes erwin as he releases the knob. long blond lashes bat as he employs a moment to take in his surroundings, SURELY this is no place where he’d normally be found, but erwin is sure enough of his masculinity that he does not feel embarrassed nor hesitant to approach the counter. though, VACANT is the space behind the elongated desk, piled high with sweet-smelling treats that had little to no effect on the war vet.

                    ❛  ah, hello?  ❜  WELL, the sign said open.

@delicasin.

[fearducts-blog]

( @delicasin | starter call. )  

      “ And this is gonna get rid’a them...? How? Naoooo, it’s just makin’ my eyes feel all sweaty... ”

[sxura-blog]

delicasin replied to your post “Why is tumblr being such an ass?? First it removes captions and now i...”

kisses u. welcome to tumblr hell i'll be ur roommate :)

I just wanna make my oc before i lose motivation is that to much to ask aaa 

[burdenreign-blog]

◕‿◕ slides this over slow af.....

send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair : accepting !

▊┆▸  @delicasin​ !!

          crimson hues stay averted towards the ground, staying quiet as usual.  the feeling of delicate fingers combing through raven locks felt strange  ; it wasn't a something that he was familiar with though he didn’t mind it either, in a way it was quite comforting.