#does anyone read

[properplace]

Are you into swinging/sex parties/orgies?

Oh my god, do I try

[yes-this-is-not-ok]

This is really ridiculous. 

[lilahlavelle]

today my coworker remarked about me using 'big words' in everyday conversation

i said the storms looked ominous

[vladtheunfollower]

“radfems hate gender nonconformity” 

[snozzbear]

how I deal with stress: stay up till 2:30am catching up & crying over shoujo manga

[eiryl]

i was already unsure about my choice, but people keep telling me my future field of study won’t get me anywhere

honestly, who says stuff like that when there’s only one month left before school ends? 

[benefactorist]

Is it just me?

Is it just me or am I the only one that feels that no one actually looks at my Tumblr?

[ask-supreme-king-blog]

Haou's Castle

Many of Haou's servants scrambled about, absolutely horrified that the man had reappeared, screaming in terror. They had seen him dead, he had been killed. However, he was back; it seemed that the kind himself was... immortal. 

Haou scoffed, walking up to his room. The room smelled a bit, but there was no body, and his armor had been left. Thankfully they did not bury him in that, though he was sure one of the dark world minions was planning on selling it. He looked over the room, a blood stain still on the floor, everything just as how he left it. 

The castle was rather... quiet, many servants hiding out in there quarters, unsure what to do. Most were hoping that Haou would not kill them all, but Haou wouldn't waste his time with something like that. However, he would need to go a kill of another village to begin gathering more energy.

He laid there for a while, his mind playing over his short time as human. All he had were his cards, and perhaps Dartz. Dartz... The man that selflessly gave him a body, who took away his memories, who accepted him and kissed him and held him through the pain... He did care for that man, though Haou was unsure if it was love. Perhaps he just wanted it to be love, when he was a human... 

Yohan had talked to him, though he was mostly drunk. But he remembered last night. Oh god did he remember... Yohan had done quite a bit of damage to Haou's new body, just as should have. Haou rather liked the abuse, even now that he had regained some sanity.

Haou had also decided things such as marriage and families were a waste of his time, all he needed was his lover Yohan, his kingdom, and his deck. He wasn't suited for the role of a husband nor a father.