#thehostishere

[edna-writes]

hi! could you write "what's up, fuckface' for me?

I kinda like seeing profanities written in a nice script, tbh :D

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I’m taking calligraphy requests

If you like my calligraphy, maybe buy me a coffee?

[egokilled-blog]

@thehostishere

      ‘   hosty, darling!   ’   wilford GRINS as he traipses into the room, his demeanor ever-bright and bubbly.   ‘   would you mind giving me a hand with some IDEAS for the new show?~   ’

[shatteredpromises]

“Oh you wanna trash talk huh? Well-uh–your lips–a-are really soft-looking–”

Dark smirks, shaking his head.

“MyMy, Host, what an amazing comeback.” He purrs, stepping in closer and trailing a hand down the other’s arm. “Surely you’re wining this argument, aren’t you~.” He teases.

[xmoonyxbunnyx]

YOUR ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD

Thank you so much! <3

[smallgayblanket]

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s making me hard.”

“S-Sorry!” Izekiel squeaks and apologizes and quickly looks away, still gnawing his lip but trying to stop. Pink dusted his cheeks. He certainly didn’t think his looking would arouse the other, or he certainly hadn’t intended it too. Keeping his gaze down instead and shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. 

[smallgayblanket]

ϟ

ϟ  send for my muse to wake up from a terrible nightmare, and for yours to witness this.

Dapper usually didn’t have great amounts of luck sleeping and tonight was no different, it was some time around midnight when he shot bolt upright, tears and cold sweat covering his pale fear-stricken face. White-knuckled hands curled tightly into the sheets as a silent sob escaped him. His chest heaved, breaths panicked and unsteady still half asleep as he tried to blink away the terrifying images. He curled his knees up, resting his head on them as he tried to settle his hitching breaths and ground himself, which unsurprisingly, was not happening with any speed nor ease. 

@thehostishere

[shatteredpromises]

"Yes, Master."

Dark smirks at Host, tugging him in closer by the lapels of his coat, and placing a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Good boy. Now come here, and let me help you to forget the pain.” He speaks quietly, almost breathing the words out, hoping to lure him in with his hypnotic voice.