#limclight

[magellaniic]

“ my - my  watch !  thats  my  watch,  oh  thank  goodness,  i  thought  it  was  gone  forever - oh  thank  you  so  much !  im  sorry,  could  i  please  have  it  back ?  it  is. .EXTREMELY  important  to  me ”

@limclight​  fuck  you

[ycmmy]

@limclight​

          There was something off about him. He was so pretty, and fashionable--- and tall for that matter, but when Bibi neared him he didn’t experience any sort of hunger. Oh oh! He wasn’t fleshy-- that was it. Bambi sometimes forgot to make distinctions between ‘robots’ and people. He saw something humanoid and his instinct was to feel hunger. 

Realizing that he’d been staring, the boy flushed more than his typical pink dusting and looked away. “I-- I like your face.” He meant I think you’re pretty, but that worked too. 

[goldencups-a]

❀ | @limclight

     “I think dancing is so cool. How do you do it? How much do you practice?” The prince looks at the robot, eyes glittering as he stared. He hummed quietly. “Are you just a natural?”

     Asriel could only pray that he would one day have as many talents as Mettaton. A piece of him knows that it would be useless to even practice. Resets were going to come eventually. They always did. A soft fear suddenly struck his heart. How much did Mettaton know about him? As one of Alphys’ dearest friends, always in the labs, did he see the notes about her experiments on him? Did he see her current notes about the treatment and therapy he was receiving from the scientist? He swallowed, and decided to keep the topic moving. He rolled his shoulders and pushed a peaceful facade onto his cheeks.

     “You’re good at a lotta stuff, huh?”

[fundermeister-blog]

                                                                                 ❀ ❀ ❀   ||  @limclight

                               “  Hey, man, you’re really beautIFUL !!!  ”

          Its no joke, no attempt at teasing the other or being MEAN, he genuinely           wants to compliment the other. He’s fairly certain he’s never seen anyone           with such pretty hair, not to mention the brilliant makeup job.     Telling the           other of his thoughts so  BLATANTLY  was automatic, something needed           to be said ---       though he couldn’t help the small laugh at the end of his           statement in the excitement of complimenting the brunet.    It was a habit.