#destroyeroftime

[orestesisfasting]

"The Milenium Earl is going mad" • • Real talk, I am so excited to cosplay this little dollop of destruction one day (hopefully soon!) #dgrayman #dgm #neadcampbell #dgraymancosplay #dgraymanhallow #destroyeroftime

[museforeveryoccasion-blog]

"I don’t belong here." ~destroyer-oftime

 🔨- “You know that’s not true.....” 

[i-bookmans-apprentice]

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

; { 悔恨 } ;❝Don't be screwing with me, Allen....❞ Lavi grunted, his teeth gritting hoarsely, his fists clenching tightly until his gloved knuckles turned white. ❝You can't just say shit like that and expect me to stay calm about it!!❞ he exclaimed, his voice breaking slightly as he tried his very best to remain calm, keep his composure --- but it just wouldn't work.                      Lavi was going to break, sooner or later. Was he truly acting as a Book-Man inheritor anymore? Allen--- he considered the Fourteenth's vessel as a friend, and now this---❝Allen, you---❞ Lavi couldn't finish, as a sharp pain scratched his mind. Deak was probably going to take over at this rate, as he felt his mind and heart slowly sink back into it's cold restraints. But he couldn't allow that-- not now, that he had Allen here. He needed to know that, this wasn't all a lie. Their friendship was real, wasn't it?

[blindfoldedchinadoll-blog]

      On these rare days that the child would step outside, the Red Light District that knew of him would feel their lives much lighter, the sun a lot brighter and warmer, and the sky much clearer. It was that small presence that brought so much popularity to the female-run inn of Luka’s, that small presence that brought so much delicate curiosity.

      Pressing his silver flute to his lips, the child had seated himself on a small hill off to the side, body curled in a comfortable seating position. His flute playing was beautiful, yet nowhere near perfect. However, it seemed to have overpowered the usual hustle and bustle of the marketplace that showed during the day in the Red Light District.

      It seemed that this mere child had enough power to, if he wanted, silence the entire grand island nation of Japan. His mere presence alone had caused many a man and many a woman to fall silent. The sound of crunching, dried grass behind him signified someone’s arrival. The flute fell from his lips, final note fading in the delicate breeze.

        "May I help you, sirs or ma’ams?"

[obscurus-materia-blog]

"Who are you?" ~destroyer-oftime

"Who am I?" She smiled a bit, trying to keep the twisted personality hidden. "I am Dark Matter."

[lustful-memory]

"Quit talking to Timcanpy Noah, you're upsetting him" -destroyer-oftime

"kindly stay out of this Allen. I'm not upsetting him. The one he loved already did that, I'm simply offering him a way to make sure he's never hurt again and that others aren't."