#teeheeeeeeeeeeeeee

[therealcletuskasady]

screenshot drawings 😈

[withinstarrynightskies]

@apocalypta-secundus

How fun, how fun, how absolutely fun!

Sitting right on top of a corpse, scarred hands beat down on the face; maniacal laughter leaving the blonde boy’s lips.

The dead body’s face is no longer recognizable, nothing more than a broken, bloody mess- courtesy of the one sitting on top of them.

This is so exhilarating! Zenitsu doesn’t know why, doesn’t know how this happened- it doesn’t even matter, anyway! The only thing that matters is how amazing this is!

She doesn’t care if the person’s dead, this is just so fun! Absolutely, wonderfully, amazingly fun!

[groundgorehound]

me and my boyfriend's respective ships we should NAWT ship

[desiren-moved]

"Eve." Of course, she knew he was arriving. A man of his presence can't travel unseen — Evelynn would have heard the commotion his presence causes, the praises, the cries of surprise, all the way down the hallway. There are rules about contestants entering his chambers, but none about where he can go. He's the emperor, after all.

"We need to ... talk. About your behaviour." He gives the impression of a man who is doing his very best to hold himself still. "You seem like you need an outlet."

evelynn always knows — there is little to naught that can slip beneath the sharp, keen senses of being older than some of the selfsame stars distant within their sights but far out of reach. it's in the hairs that rise upon the nape of her neck when she senses the radiance of power burgeoning within a vessel almost too small to contain it, far before she hears the sound of his telltale footsteps bellowing above the hushed silence that falls in the aftermath of excited trills and shrill squeaks and cries singing the emperor's praises in a forgotten trail behind him. she doesn't bat an eye when her door opens, and his aura alone illuminates the dimly lit room far into the corners where the shadows retreat.

the thunder of his voice settles deep into every pore in her skin, sinking down into flesh and tendon and down into the bone where it resonates and rings loud and bright, the crisp sound of a bell at dawn and another at dawn, leaving a deep imprint into her body like a scar upon her soul. sweet memoria, blissful remembrance, scorched steel imparting blistering brands into her skin so that she could never forget the sound, the look in his eyes, the curve of his lips, the cut of his jaw, the shape of his hands.

she has no true need for sleep, but she finds herself peacefully reclined upon the bed and its luxurious satin sheets whilst dressed in sheer black lace lingerie, a thin floral print robe with fur cuffs and collars going down the lapels to meet the hem traveling loose around her waist. evelynn is never expecting anyone — it just so happens lingerie is all she enjoys for her own viewing pleasure, and kayn is opportune enough to look upon her in this moment, back pressed to the headboard with lithe, elegant legs crossed over one another while her arms drape light over her knees.

her expression is indifferent at first, though the faintest hint of curiosity flickers into her golden eyes. " my behavior? " evelynn repeats, drawing a hand up to her chest while a mocking pout toys over her lips in tandem with the playful incredulity running thick in her tone. " you're going to have to be a lot more specific. i don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about, baby. why don't you come over here and tell me? "

[wheeps]

I'm stressed

I'm nervous

I'm ready

I'm questioning

I'm eager

I'm waiting

I'm avoiding

I'm uncomfortable

I'm worried

I'm annoyed

I'm curious

but above all I'm emphatic

Welp.  I'm a lot of things right now.