#hello please

[partiallypoison]

[elishamanning]

[bakapandy]

I ALMOST SCREAMED GUYS. I CAN’T WAIT

[horrifichoodedfigure]

im gonna go on an art spree after i graduate high school btw so pretty please spam my inbox :D

[waffle-panda]

Me, taking to my roommate about the general rules of soul eater weapon types: you gotta pick something that usually metal and also usually considered a weapon

Him: a net

Me: nah

Me, looking up the soul eater weapon wiki, not seeing half of the ones from the manga or any of the background ones: what the fuck

Me: what if i rewrite the soul eater wiki 🤔

[histroniic]

OPEN TO: anyone CONNECTIONS: anyone who would be backstage while valentine is preparing/being prepared for a music show MUSE: valentine, an android created to be the perfect idol/performer who has developed independent thoughts and feelings. he hides the fact that he is “alive” out of fear of being shut down. PLOT: your muse has always wanted to speak one on one with val before but has never gotten the chance to. its only now that they’ve caught him half way through getting his makeup done that they’re able to talk to him properly. maybe they notice something strange about the android.

           alone. the feeling was distinctly ALONE. standing perfectly still where the make-up artist had left him to get a coffee for herself. it was there that he noticed someone approach from his peripheral. dark optics flickered up, registering and focusing on the other. he zoomed in on their ID tag, looked them over, smiled though the expression didn’t reach his eyes.     ‘ hello. ’     his voice was warm but   E M P T Y   . hopefully devoid of anything that could give away he was more than just a robot.     ‘ how are you ?? ’     keep it simple,   p o l i t e   . this was how humans usually start conversations. but he couldn’t help the sad glint in his eyes nor could he help the way his lips   t w i t c h e d   of their own volition. hopefully they weren’t too observant of things like that.

[softandsapphic]

nvm i hate college i’ve been emailing w the captain of a club for a tryout for a week and i FINALLY set a time but boy didn’t tell me WHERE & i think he’s mad at me