mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mi-mi-kaaa
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mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mika mi-mi-kaaa
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ive never seen human tiddies can u show me ur human anime tiddies :)
just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you’re worthy of jujo family tiddies
rp?
see bro interacting w/ ferid.
yuu: IM GO NNA FIGHT FERID
‘ i think you’d be more efficient in talking people to death than actually killing them. ‘
continued from.
HOW PITIFUL IT IS, he finds himself immersed in a bout of heated anger, blood boiling and eyes alight with loathing. How foolish is he, to think that childish folklore ( a stake through the heart to null a vampire’s existence ) would possibly rid him of his living nightmare, clothed in despair. If the words that left his lips weren’t so fabulously hilarious, he may have spent longer contemplating the next course of action, but in the face of his nightmare, he laughs; his arrogance laces the words that so feverishly long to leave his tongue.
With nothing short of a childish temper he rotates the weapon, still lodged inside of his victim, tilting his head with added curiosity. He leaves no room for mocking, no, he thinks too highly of himself for that kind of behaviour.
❛ You wouldn’t. ❜ You already have.
mika’s dream: for ferid to just... not exist.
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The smile that blooms upon her lips widens like a blot of blood, a shy venture, small and un-sure of the gaze being thrown her way. Did they require something of the Wayfarer? Her attention is rapt.