#pilotry

[fluxydrawings]

Throws the pilot and snake down for uhhhhhhh 42 if it’s not been taken favourite number. You know who this is I’m hiding. Whateva

In the middle of darkness after everthing's gone/She'll be lookin' back at you for the dawn

drop the guillotine - peach pit

what if we were both dimension travelers who couldn't get back to their original world and we got infected by the same Eldritch parasite and we were both sorta-boys 😳

(send me a number + a character and i’ll draw somefin based on my spotify wrapped!)

[takaradical]

pilotry replied to your post://i have really dumb childhood headcanons for this...

{[ i w an t/?? ?? if you do not mind of course!! ]}

//GOD OF COURSE I DON'T, I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS NERD, sOMEBODY HAS TO

I'm not going to go into much detail, but basically, I think the reason why he's like this today, is because his parents were two ENORMOUS sticks in the mud, like wow. All grumpy and professional, pretending to be some kind of royals and stuff. So they weren't exactly the best people to become parents, but oh well. 

So Takarada grew up having to withstand their pretentiousness and the seriousness, so of course he fought with it his whole life, this is why he's so lighthearted now, he can't stand serious people. 

Plus they were REALLY STINGY with their money. Which he did not understand at all, IF YOU HAVE IT, YOU OUGHTA SHOW IT. 

And his mother made him ate all this LUXURIOUS STUFF, novelle cuisine, oysters, foie gras, caviar, all cold and slimy. Which is why he tries to make it up now and indulges himself on various junk food and meals on street. He just wants to eat something that's warm and good. 

So of course, over the years he grew tired of his hopeless folks, planned his taking over the conglomerate, sent them off to permanent vacation on some Hawaiian island and now he's leading the takarada conglomerate into golDEN ERA

well no, actually, no, satsuki showed up. 

WELL THOSE ARE THE BASICS, I HOPE YOU LIKE, IN SPITE OF ALL THE MISTAKES BUT ITS LIKE 4AM HERE, SORRY

[temerxrio]

[crying thing] Asuka peers down at the black haired boy, her expression softening for a split second before she spoke. "Do I know you?" Her voice is not harsh or mean, but rather soft and kind, for Asuka, anyway.

My muse runs and leaps into your muse’s arms, hysterically crying- what does your muse do?

Akura pulled away, trying his best to control the sobs that racked his shoulders, but to no avail. “N-no,” he managed to spit out between his tears. “I – I just –” He simply sobbed harder.