a nevermore tragedy

AU where the tragedy never happened. Icon art by surfacage, edited by mun. sidebar art is also by surfacage.

[zielen-blog]

YOU KNOW WHY I CONSIDER THIS TO BE MY SCARIEST LEO ICON?

LOOK AT HIS MOUTH.

SHIT, LEO.

YOU COULD STUFF A COCK IN THAT.

[crimson-incuse-deactivated20121]

A COCK YOU SAY?

[zielen-blog]

oh my god

[zielen-blog]

incoendium replied to your post: YOU KNOW WHY I CONSIDER THIS TO BE MY SCARIEST LEO...

ONLY ONE?!?!

i dont know if you mean only one dick or only one scariest leo icon

either way

yes

[zielen-blog]

YOU KNOW WHY I CONSIDER THIS TO BE MY SCARIEST LEO ICON?

LOOK AT HIS MOUTH.

SHIT, LEO.

YOU COULD STUFF A COCK IN THAT.

[corvus-numquam-deactivated20150]

MY QUESTION IS.

WHY DID WE STARTED NIGHTBLOGGING AT 4 IN THE MORNING?

WOULDN’T IT NOW BE MORNINGBLOGGIN?

NAH

WE’LL JUST CALL IT BASKERBLOGGING. THAT WORKS BETTER.

[zielen-blog]

GOD FUCKING BLESS.

[zielen-blog]

because erica told me to

HI GUYS, MY NAME IS ______! but call me leomun. uwu

I live in fucking KANSAS WHERE NO ONE ELSE DOES. NO ONE LIVES NEAR KANSAS. NO ONE LIKES KANSAS. I HATE KANSAS. Kansas sucks so much we don't even have animanga cons. Someday my prince will come and fucking carry me away to somewhere better gOD

also im irl leo baskerville no deny

im books. i love books. books are fucking everywhere in my room and my family is immediately pissed off at the mere sight of them. no one in this household likes novels as much as i do, w-wah!

im leo baskerville

i am not talented at all, in.. anything? people say i have a good singing voice but idk. and my writing sucks tbh haha--

i actually

have no idea what to put here

because i don't even know myseeeeeeeeeeeeeelf

ok bye

[zielen-blog]

so i woke up at 3 am

and what the hell is going on

[accursed-being]

[zielen-blog]

i don't even want to think about the day i'll have to use my rotting revis icons for this leo

such as this one

[accursed-being]

The silence was almost choking him. Revis knew he wasn’t much help — after all, things changed with each and every Glen; each and every vessel. Not to mention it was the first time he ever saw a Glen-to-be without a red-eye’d child by their side. Naturally, Leo would be curiously dying to know all there is to know. It just saddened the white-haired man that he barely remembered due to his slow transformation into Humpty Dumpty — after all, when he was floating aimlessly, what need would he have for such knowledge?

The bandaged man almost spoke up in the mist of the silence — that is, until another question was asked.

“I’ll take Jabberwock when I’m twenty, right? And have all five chains for twenty years, like the Glens before me?”

“Hmmn…” he noised lightly, lolling his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips in a way of thinking. “It’s hard to say,” Revis spoke, growling under his breath the tiniest bit. “It could be twenty. It could be forty. Since you have no misfortune’d sibling… we simply don’t know,” he concluded, turning his face toward the raven as his eye narrowed in sad frustration. It was the truth, after all. This time around, the cycle was incredibly messed up.

Sighing, he turned away, not wanting to watch (or sense) the other shiver and jerk so. “Anyway…” he trailed off, blinking aimlessly. “I’m terribly sorry that I’m not much help. Though, I might be able to answer different questions,” he informed Leo, nodding in agreement to himself. Or, at least I can try.

[zielen-blog]

Leo simply sighs at that. How... irritating, really. Possibly only a few more years. Or a lot longer than that.

A lot longer. Years and years and years of waiting, to find one damned person with dangerous red eyes that would end up being destroyed by his very own hand, despite of their relation.

Craning his head up the sky, Leo sees the magnificent flight of a bird, how it circled about then dived out of sight, hidden by the cover of tall trees. It was odd, how free and careless it was, when just below emotions were quite different. Impatience, anger, worry... A curious thought at the sight of it. Was it like that, for the Winged Chains? Did they not care about how their Contractor felt and how their personal world was, seeing as they were free and not completely bound against them?

It was their job to Contract over and over again. Never to be rejected, never to be destroyed. Did they care at all about how their Contractor would end up? Sitting in a pretty garden with most likely poisonous flowers and rotting away slowly and painfully and thinking about questions that they, even as previous Glens, cannot answer. Just like the man before him.

Suddenly the raven haired male wants to get out of the place before he starts screaming. Possibly in temporary insanity, possibly not so.

"I-- thank you for the offer, but I really must be going now--"

And so he does, scrambling off the bench and running as fast as he can, as if his very life depended on it.

[watashi-no-koe]

[zielen-blog]

why do people eat the leftover turkey

i save mine until christmas

[whippcreame]

[whippcreame]

[enmeichiryou-blog]

“You… Are you going to betray me, Gilbert? “

[littlelight]

[jabberwocks-contractor]

[zielen-blog]

"You won't betray me, right ...?"

[zielen-blog]

corvus-numquam replied to your post: GUESS WHO GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL EARLY?

WELCOME BACK. Oh I have something I should tell you.

hmm? want to send me an ask or fanmail?