#eugh *ugly sobbing*

[fourphoenixfeathers]

Not me realizing I haven't posted NoOne's ref since the old rushed and really awful ref for art fight a year ago. Well this is embarrassing.

#oc posting #NoOne #ameles #i updated his design for art fight but i forgor to post him #eugh the 2022 ref was so ugly #sobs #i didnt know what i was going to do with him at the time #and i rushed the design to put him on art fight before i was ready #rae art

[cursed-anduknowit]

☁️A Wild Mist Hashira has appeared!☁️

And he ain't playin' games.

#after telling myself i was gonna draw him for two weeks #i finally did the mist hashira #tokito muichiro #demon slayer #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #art spread #artist on tumblr #simple #pencil #ink #marker #lemme tell yall i binge watched this last season while drawing this #explain how a hilt can make me burst into heaving sobs? #like how can see kyojuros hilt bring me to my knees #it doesnt help that the nene muichiro starts crying too eUGH #*ugly sobbing* #cursed scribbles #cursed babbles #cursed

[citrusbuds]

"heaven is beautiful, thanks for all" NO NO NO FLIPPA DONT SAY THAT YOURE (UGLY SNOT SNIFF) YOURE GONNA COME BACK OKAY YOU DONT SAY THAT (UGLY SOBBING AND CRYING) EUGH YOURE COMING BACK

#these fucking pixel eggs man #i cant #i cant keep doing this #they cant keep getting away with this #ugly sobbing against the kitchen floor #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp #juanaflippa

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: If I tell you CRAIG: Do you promise to not…. CRAIG: Y'know  CRAIG: KILL them

PIP: Absolutely not, and you are in no position to negotiate. CRAIG: Shit… CRAIG: Fine CRAIG: Last time I saw him he ran out of class screaming “THE GAYS! THE GAYS ARE GONNA KILL ME!!” like hes Jennifer fucking Coolidge GREGORY: I hate to interrupt but has my nail chipped? PIP: SHUT UP GREGORY GREGORY: But Sir Pip- PIP: SHUT. UP. GREGORY: I cannot believe you're insulting me with all those clashing colors in your outfit PIP: …. PIP: …. PIP: Gregory? PIP: Would you like to repeat what you said? PIP: I didn't hear you loud enough GREGORY: Uhm, you're a slut? PIP: …. PIP: …. PIP: …. GREGORY: Sorry wrong person PIP: It better have been!

THOMAS: We shouldn't fight in front of him THOMAS: Especially not about our plan CRAIG: What plan? CRAIG: What's going on here? PIP: Gregory? GREGORY: (claps) CRAIG: Woahhhh… this is such a slay moment right now PIP: Thank you CRAIG: Hey you guys wanna say hi to my blog guys? PIP: No, Gregory? We’ll be leaving. Thomas, Tweek,  THOMAS AND TWEEK: Yes? PIP: Watch over the human, will you?

CLYDE: I have to take a mean shit right now

TOLKIEN: Are you serious?

TOLKIEN: You could’ve gone in the woods

CLYDE: They don't have big boobie chick magazines in the woods

TOLKIEN: Oh my god babe

CRAIG: Eugh CRAIG: Goo hands are NOT a slay CRAIG: Feels like ink in slime CRAIG: Nasty ass hoe THOMAS: Why did we have to go on babysitting duty? THOMAS: This sucks… CRAIG: Omg not you hating right now lmao TWEEK: I know, I wish Estella was here TWEEK: She’s at least somewhat tolerable CRAIG: Estellas kind of an ugly name ngl

TOLKIEN: Go in the bathrooms

TOLKIEN: You’ll probably find weed in there

CLYDE: God I need weed right now

TOLKIEN: Pick me up some if you find any, okay?

CLYDE: Okay baby

TOLKIEN: Love you

CLYDE: Love you too.

THOMAS: Don’t talk shit she's our friend  TWEEK: I just remembered why I hate you, Tucker. CRAIG: ARE YOU TRYING TO CANCEL ME RIGHT NOW??? CRAIG: YOU WANNA FUCKING GO??? THOMAS: Ack- FUCK-!! SHIT-!!! THOMAS: WRONG PERSON!!! CRAIG: FUCK YOU YOURE FRIENDS WITH THE TWITCHY FUCKER CRAIG: YOU'RE ALL OUT TO CANCEL ME RN TWEEK: JESUS CHRIST CALM DOWN CRAIG: NO! FUCK YOU! TWEEK: FUCK YOU! THOMAS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

CLYDE: Are we there yet?

TOLKIEN: Almost babe

CLYDE: Thank god

CLYDE: My IBS is acting up right now

TOLKIEN: You better not have shit in my car

CLYDE: I tried my hardest!

TOLKIEN: Ugh…

CLYDE: YOU KNOW I CAN'T CONTROL MY BOWELS!!

TOLKIEN: I know, I know

TOLKIEN: You at least wore a diaper today, right? CLYDE: Yeah I think so

???: What hol’ up

???: Clyde wears diapers?

???: Hoooooly shit thats so funny

CRAIG: What the fuck why am I crying rn? CRAIG: This is not a slay moment… THOMAS: A… are you okay? CRAIG: Literally no CRAIG: Why the fuck are you asking? THOMAS: I dunno… THOMAS: I'm just… SHIT-!!! Worried about you….SHIT-!!! COCK-!! CRAIG: I swear on my Yeezys… CLYDE: (sniffling)

TOLKIEN: Don’t make fun of my boyfriend, Daimen. 

TOLKIEN: He has IBS

CLYDE: Yeah I have IBS

DAIMEN: That doesn't mean it's not absolutely hilarious

TOLKIEN: We’ve also been through a lot

DAIMEN: Did you guys finally break up? TOLKIEN: What? No

TOLKIEN: I literally could never

CLYDE: Awww…

TOLKIEN: We’ve encountered some… uh….

TOLKIEN: Demons? DAIMEN: Some what?

TOLKIEN: Demons

CRAIG: Like and subscribe!! Like and subscribe!!  Like and subscribe!! Like and subscribe!! THOMAS: Is- THOMAS: Is he okay??? TWEEK: His friends told me it's his panic reflex THOMAS: WHAT???? TWEEK: Pretty sure he’s having an episode CRAIG: What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp?  What are you doing in my swamp? What….are you….. doing…. in my….. CRAIG: In…. my…. CRAIG: (Sobbing) TWEEK: Yeah, he's … TWEEK: Oh satan.. THOMAS: What is he doing? TWEEK: I think it's what humans call…. TWEEK: “The Griddy”? THOMAS: Oh THOMAS: Ew

DAIMEN: What kinds of demons are we talking about?

DAIMEN: Not the queer kind like my husband, right?

TOLKIEN: That depends on what your husband looks like

DAIMEN: Oh god damnit

(Edits made by @pissblanket)

#craig tucker #craigfluencer #hellpark #south park #south park edits #sp #southpark #underworld park #mod noah post #mod noah #underworld park tolkien #underworld park tweek #underworld park thomas #underworld park gregory #underworld park clyde #underworld park pip

[misseviehyde]

REWYND

Rebecca, Courtney and Alice had been friends for years now. The three Mom's met every Tuesday for their book club and to have a bite of lunch. All in their early forties - they still looked good for their ages, even if there was an occasional touch of grey in their hair.

One day as they were sat in the cafe having lunch - Rebecca noticed the poster for the 'Slutty School-Disco club night', encouraging the local students to attend the nightclub in fancy dress as naughty school girls and school boys.

"Imagine being eighteen again and going to something like that?" she giggled.

Courtney had hesitated and smirked, "Well - why not? What if I told you I had an age reversing potion? I haven't dared try it yet - but I did a favour for a friend who is a witch and she gave it to me as a reward. One little sip and it rewinds you back to whatever age you want to be."

Rebecca laughed, "Come off it Courtney. Don't be dumb - that's not possible."

"Oh... it is," smirked Courtney. "Let's try it and go to that disco. We deserve some fun, our husbands and children will never know. We can dress up like naughty schoolgirls and be eighteen year old hotties again."

The three woman looked at each other and nodded. It was agreed.

*********

Nervously looking at each other, the three Mom's each held a glass containing the Rewynd potion. Drinking a long draft they put the glasses down and waited.

"Eughhhh tastes horrid," spat Alice.

"So ummm.. what were you girls like when you were eighteen?" asked Alice nervously.

"Me? Oh... well, I was kind of a bitch," said Courtney. "I thought I was better than other people. It took me years to realise and change my ways."

"Yeah me too," muttered Rebecca. "I was such a bully. I grew out of it eventually."

"Oh," said Alice suddenly unsure. "I got bullied a lot when I was younger. I was a bit overweight and unconfident. I was very studious. It wasn't until my late 20's that I really came into myself."

She looked at the others - but they weren't listening. Instead they were looking down at their bodies and touching themselves with glee.

"Hey look... my boobs are DEFINITELY perkier and my skin is getting younger. It's actually working!"

"That's weird," gasped Courtney as she tossed back her thickening hair and grew younger and younger. "I just forgot how to change a nappy... oh my God this stuff is making our minds rewind too."

The Mom's groaned and gasped in pleasure as they reversed, not just physically but mentally too. Long years of experience were stripped away as they forgot about their forties and thirties and the knowledge they had gained.

"Ooooh yeah - this feels good," giggled Courtney. "Yeahhhh regress my mind... I wanna feel young and bitchy again."

She stretched happily moaning as her skin tightened and her face became bitchier and meaner. Expensive nails shot from her fingers as her face became smoother but crueler looking with cold evil eyes and soft pouting lips.

"Fuck yes, I'd forgotten how I LOVED being a tight young little bitch."

Rebecca was purring to herself too, grabbing her boobs and squeezing with a nasty grin. "All the boys are gonna fucking love these. I can't wait to suck some fucking cock."

The giggling bitches were eighteen again now, regressed into skinny, bad bitches with curves in all the right places. Busts jiggled and asses wiggled as they tore off their boring Mommy clothes and began to dress in the slutty schoolgirl outfits they had chosen before drinking the rewynd.

But the two girls weren't alone. In the corner sobbing uncontrollably was a fat, spotty nervous wreck of a girl. Alice had regressed to her nerdy eighteen year old self and she squeaked in fear as the two bitches... now dressed as slutty schoolgirls backed her into a corner.

All friendship forgotten - the bullies laughed as they towered over their former friend.

"What a fucking loser... eugh she's so fucking ugly."

"Please... no... I..."

Courtney laughed as she pushed Alice hard into the wall and watched her slide down with a groan.

"Hey Courtney, is this fucking rewynd potion like the only way to turn back to our old selves?" called Rebecca from the table.

"Yeah... if we drink it we can turn back to our 40 year old selves."

"How about we pour it down the sink then? I don't EVER wanna go back."

Laughing the two bullies emptied the potion out whilst Alice shrieked in horror.

"Now let's hit the disco and find some hot boys to fuck. We can bully this loser more when we get back."

The two new bitchy besties clopped off. This time their lives were going to be VERY different and Alice was going to hate every minute of it.

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #age-regression #rewynd potion

[organic-hiraeth]

A Love That Transcends Blade | A Tenryou Soldier x Teppei Fanfic - CH. 1: The Priestess Did WHAT!?

Relationship: Teppei x Tenryou Soldier [Original Character]

A/N: Hai!!! I ship Teppei x Hirano (my OC lulz), so I made a fanfic about them to quench the heat. Uhhhh there might be some suggestive (wink wink) content cause ma bois cannot resist butttttt no actual smex (Unlesssss... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)...JK LOLZ) SO PLEASE ENJOY! Oh and uhhhh here's the description I guess x3 almost forgot. P.S. - I added the other tags so everyone could see ma fic, so sorry about that! Please don't be mad... The Teppei x Hirano [Hirano = My OC] community is not prolific enough to omit them ;-; But please read it anyways xD. I welcome everyone.

Summary: Teppei had utmost trust in Her Excellency. So why, pray tell, is Teppei being taken away at the order of none other than Sangonomiya Kokomi? Teppei doesn't know, try as he might, and that leads him to be far past complacent in his new predicament. Certain Her Excellency has made a fatal error, Teppei promises not only that he'll wrangle free from his captors, but also that he will return to Sangonomiya a stronger soldier than ever.

That was the plan until he met him, of course.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, romance, kissing, cursing, SMEXINESS ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but no smut!

Once upon a time, there was a very dedicated Watatsumi resistance soldier. This is his story…

Hello, my name is Teppei. I have been a hard working soldier under Sangonomiya for quite some time now. Lately, I have noticed that the Priestess and General Gorou seem dissatisfied with my work, but I’ve tried to ignore it.

Pushing these terrible thoughts out of my head, I run downstairs and comb my hair while I hurry. Kokomi is at my door. I bow at a 45 degree angle to show my respect.

“Lady Kokomi! What brings you h-here?” I stutter.

“Unfortunately, your performance has been subpar as of recently. You will have to… compensate.” She sends a nervous look to the floor. “I am sorry for what we have had to do, but you must understand that it was for the betterment of Watatsumi Island.”

“Lady Kokomi, what do you mean? I’m sorry to disappoint you! I promise to train even ha-” Suddenly, I am grappled to the floor by my fellow comrades. They tie my hands and legs in a hogtie (A/N: KINKY!!!!) and shove me in a caravan. Lady Kokomi marches to me, a sorrowful look in her gaze.

“Teppei, you have been sold to the Tenryou Commission under an official contract from the Watatsumi Resistance. Please find it in your heart to forgive us.” Her boobs sag in sadness. I try to struggle out of my ropes in one last attempt. My eyes tear up as I see her turn. As the caravan begins to move, she fades into a tiny image… How will I survive?

I wake up in a foul-smelling room. Rising, I quickly realize that I am surrounded by Tenryou soldiers, equally ugly in nature. Seems like being a bootlicker has adverse effects on appearance… 

“Hey, pretty boy, you’re up. So, are you ready to be our army soyboy?”

“H-h-h-h-huh!? EEK!” I hop up and try to make a break for it, but a strong man snatches my ankles and drags me across chipped hardwood floors. He grasps my hair and tugs my face towards his. Our noses are centimeters apart. “What’s your name, Watatsumi Wimp?” The other men chuckle at that.

“T-T-T-Teppei, sir. It’s Teppei.” 

“Ha, Teppei, more like TOENAIL!” Everyone laughs but me. In fact, I start sobbing, curling into a ball to try and avoid these social terrorists (A/N: Me too, Teppei, me too ;-;). Before I can register what’s happening, sturdy hands lift me up from under my armpits and spin me around to face the perpetrator. 

“I’m Hirano. Sorry about them. I promise they’re not usually like this.” He shoots a glare at the men, as if to say their fun was over. They roll their eyes but abide, shuffling off. ‘Wow. He scattered all those big scary men so quickly. What an Alpha… Eugh! What am I saying? He’s the enemy…’ I blush, fidgeting underneath his searing look.

“I-I-It’s okay! Really… But I need to be let go! This must be some kind of mistake. Lady Kokomi would never do something like this. It’s probably a war crime.” His breath tickles the side of my neck. That’s how close he is.

“Don’t be deceived. I feel for you, and I feel bad, but you’re not going anywhere. This was an official arrangement - you’re a bargaining piece, basically.” Shock spreads throughout my spine. It seems like Hirano is the type with the shell… except, he can get really serious at just a simple whim.

“Bargaining piece or not, I will get out, Sir Hirano. Lady Kokomi is not the type of individual to send away her troopers like trash. That, I am sure of.” The strange rush of courage pumping through my heart lasts a single second. Then, the embarrassment overtakes it. Suddenly, Hirano kabedons me! 

“U-Uhm!? What the nani!?” I sputter.

“Get rid of those lofty ideals now, pretty boy. No prisoner’s escape Tenryou land. Not under the Shogun’s all-seeing gaze. Now be a good kohai and be quiet, ‘kay?” Hirano’s breath is addicting, and I feel like a breathalyzer as it fans across my blooming cheeks. ‘H-H-H-H-He’s too much… He’s seriously too much! Calling me pretty boy and all that is way too mean!’ Blood gushes out of my nose like it's Niagara Falls, successfully ruining the moment as the crimson propels onto Hirano’s cheekbones.

“Eugh, what the-! You little rascal, I just cleaned my uniform! How was that so projectile? That doesn’t even- Ugh, it’s fine. Let’s just get you to med,” Hirano swabs the blood off his skin with the cuffs of that tacky Tenryou outfit and puts an arm across my waist as he leads me to one of the doors. “I wouldn’t want you to pass out.” 

His manly digits coalescing across my bony waist is almost enough to make me gush from my nose again. ‘He’s such husbando material… NO! I can’t think like that… I must survive! I must get out of here and return to my Priestess!’ 

To be continued…

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #teppei #teppei x oc #kazuha x reader #kazuha #diluc x reader #diluc #kaeya #kaeya x reader #gorou #gorou x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #yae miko x ei #yae miko #ei #raiden shogun #kazuha kaedehara #kaedehara kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #shinkanoin heizou #ayato x reader #ayato #kamisato ayato #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #childe #zhongli x childe

[towerofgodscreamblogwink]

oh fuck he was waiting 

khun ur giving me a scare

OH HOLY FUCK KJDSHFKSJDGHKJDSAGHJKAG

oh fuck i was not expecting it to be so good n wholesome and also shippy wtf i expected smth scary and thought my heart will break but this touches my heart even more

#eugh *ugly sobbing* #tower of god #kami no tou #listen idc if u ship it or not if u havent been touched by this ur commiting a crime #khun continues to be the only valid person in the house... cries #khun #khun crying aguero #manhwa #whether u ship it romantically or platonically we can all agree we cry on this panel #bam #nesreads #nes reads

[overthegravityfalls]

Bodies and Beasts

Hey, so, this fic I mentioned off-hand 5 years ago?

I finished it!

...Better late than never?

(please heed the warnings)

Rating: E Word count: 4,300 Pairing(s): Bipper/Beast!Wirt, Bill Cipher/The Beast Summary: "Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour. “Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.” “Oh?” The Beast tilts his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does. Warnings: Main Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Coerced Suicide, Child Death, Torture, Unhappy Ending, Self-Mutilation Read on AO3 here

There is a body in the woods. He discovers it on a day when the air is cold, despite the brightness of the sun. In another time, he would have receded into the deepest, darkest parts of his domain in such conditions, but he no longer needs to be so closely tied to the night and shadow; now, the plainness of day could serve him just as well.

The body reminds him of his own still-new form: made of flesh, bones, skin. Teenaged, brown-haired, slim. It is more similar to him than he realises at first.

It lies there motionless until he approaches it. When he leans down, its eyes open wide, and he can see through them that the being inside it is not one who belongs. The amalgam grins, and it continues to grin even as he wraps his hands around its neck and clenches hard. Such a body can usually be coerced into becoming a part of his forest, with muscle and intent being just as effective as the deceit and patience he was once limited to, but this one seems to warrant a different approach. It seems to enjoy the ministrations he is putting it through. Unconcerned, his fingers twitch and their grip loosens; he comes to a stand. After all, his lantern is still burning strong from that younger brother's oil, as little as his Edelwood tree had been; and he has, too, a heart within him which beats black around his body.

"Don't they teach you manners in this plane of existence?"

He stares at the being with white, narrowed orbs.

"As it happens, you're actually not that far off from what I want from you. But an introduction wouldn't hurt, pal! Here, look. Name: Bill Cipher, occupation: this kid's flesh sack. See how easy that was? Haven't even tried to strangle you yet!" It—he—rubs a hand across his neck and bares his teeth again in a facsimile of a smile.

"How did you come by that vessel and to my woods?"

'Bill Cipher,' as he calls himself, sits up, putting his weight on his forearms. He watches closely in case Cipher tries to do anything as unpredictable as his nature seems to be. "Oh, me and Pine Tree go way back. Introduced him to an awesome apocalypse before he and his family had to go and ruin everything." His voice lowers, and his face contorts into a scowl at those words, but, like lightening, it passes in an instant. He brings himself to his feet and dusts himself off, then meets his eyes. "Take it from me, do not wish on Shooting Stars, no matter what people tell you.

"Buuuut I'm getting sidetracked here. Point is, he was mine to control a few years ago, and after all those difficulties he and his family caused, I thought a little payback was in order. That annoying little pest took his time in dropping his guard--honestly, had more forms of protection than a Trojan factory! —but my waiting paid off. Eventually, he awakened my statue. Curiosity killed the cat, am I right? And so, here I am!" Cipher does a little flourish with his hands, and he notices that his white sleeves are stained heavily with red. “Now, you wanna introduce yourself, Beast boy?”

“…You know me. Therefore, you know that the Unknown is my domain. Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour as he remembers the thrill of finding the brothers in his woods again. They had carried freezing water in their lungs ever since their fateful journey, and it had dragged them back to the forest from a pair of white-sheet beds. One to bear his weakened being, one to fuel his flickering soul. He blinks, his eyes white again.

“You got a bit of personality in there, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know you—got my mitts in all sorts of dimensions. The Unknown is a funny name for Purgatory, but, whatever. Just thought you could be polite about it, you know?”

He cares not for how much this being talks. Underneath all of the blabber, he wonders what he means to gain by coming here. If he thinks he can saunter out, he is mistaken. “You are… intriguing, but your vessel is still young enough; here, it will remain,” the Beast says, his voice soft.

“Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. He’s already suffered a punishing fate in his physical reality, but I am not satisfied with just making him kill himself and leaving all of those Pines heartbroken. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.”

“Oh?” the Beast says, tilting his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does.

“He’s in here. With me. Pine Tree. First time around, I kicked him out, but now, we’re roomies in this here head of teen angst. And hoo boy, he is not happy about it. See, I love pain, and I love how much squishy and breakable stuff is inside these gross human bodies. It’s hilarious! I had to rush through everything in the physical realm, but now…” Cipher grins so wide it looks like it could split his face in two. “I can take my time in torturing him. Care to explore with me, Beast?”

He follows along well enough with the story this demon tells, as strangely as he tells it, and his ideas stir something sadistic in him. He wonders, though, “Why would you simply dispose of the body when you could utilise it, Bill Cipher?” He himself enjoyed that shadow of consciousness within him and the empty, hollow sadness and regret it emitted. Wirt’s emotions had burned through his being initially, as heated as the fire of the lantern, but once the Edelwood branches were all ash, the boy gave himself fully to the Beast. There was nothing else he could do.

“Eugh, when I take over the world, it will be with my equilateral perfection. No, no, the slow torture and crash course in forestry will do just fine for Pine Tree—or should I say Pine-Edelwood Tree?”

“You should not.”

“You’re right, let’s just get on with it. Here, I have something that’ll help,” he says, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a knife coated with red.

The Beast plucks it from his hand, running his slim fingers along the flat steel. He taps on the point and a pinprick of black blood swells from his digit. “Yes, this will do nicely.”

“Why don’t I just lie back and think of England?” the demon says with a wink. He spreads his arms out like a cross and falls back, hitting the ground with an “oomph.” The Beast straddles him, taking his time to get comfortable, but Bill Cipher is impatient. He squirms and pulls at his shirt collar, making the button strain until the Beast carefully nicks the thread with the blade and sends the button flying.

First, he can cut his shirt open, then, he can cut his chest open.

Settled in place, the Beast works on revealing this Pine Tree’s milky skin. It is dotted with bruises and old scars here and there and looks unnaturally pale. His ribs are just about visible, his body skinny. Delicate.

“Get on with it, I’m vibrating in place here!” Bill Cipher urges.

He rests the blade on the centre of his chest, making Cipher still, and applies a bit of pressure to it. Blood oozes out and continues to do so as he pulls the knife down, past his ribs and across his stomach. It is only a shallow cut, surface-level damage. Enough to sting.

Cipher lets out a breath, sounding satisfied. The Beast repeats the motion horizontally, vertically, diagonally, until there are lacerations all over his chest.

“Mmm, this would pair perfectly with some lemon juice.”

The scarlet rivulets look too inviting to resist, and he leans down and licks his tongue up the red stripe. The bright, coppery taste delights his senses, and he collects more blood with his fingers and sucks them clean.

“Hey, think you missed a spot there,” Cipher says, his voice taking on a raspy tone. He props himself up and grabs the Beast’s face, swiping his tongue across a smudge of blood on his cheek. Cipher surprises him by twisting his face forward and invading his mouth, wrapping around his teeth and gums and all the inner spots he has missed. It is less of a kiss and more a cannibalistic instinct he cannot seem to help. The Beast allows it, closing his eyes and waiting for him to finish his exploration.

“Yum,” the amalgam simply states, then leans back without any further comment.

He notices he has spots on his cloak, though that is nothing compared to how many stains are on Cipher’s shirt, the contrast of red on white stark and harsh. Cipher decides to do away with it, taking the clothing off completely and discarding it besides him. The Beast can clearly see, now, the ugly gashes that had stained his sleeves, following his veins from his wrists down his forearms.

He wants to excavate this body.

The Beast takes a hold of Cipher’s hand, resting the knife where it had carved a path through skin in the physical realm. This time, though, he will take it deeper. He lets the knife feel its way down the path, then pushes, pushes, pushes, until bone scrapes against the blade. Cipher laughs dementedly, then screeches, then his voice takes on a different tone; it is agonised, raw and rough.

“Stop, stop, stop, PLEASE, I—AAAAAAAAH,” he yells. Cipher has lost control, and Pine Tree thrashes and fights against the Beast as he sobs and wails. He drops the knife, protecting himself against flailing attacks. Spittle and blood flies between them. Pine Tree finds his face and tries to dig his thumbs into the Beast’s eye sockets, but his hands tremble. His pain makes him uncoordinated. Cipher takes advantage of the unclarity; with a spasm, Pine Tree’s eyes roll into the back of his head and when his pupils appear again, they are elongated and unquestionably demonic.

“Woo! Did not anticipate how much he would push back from a little bit of torture like that. We are just getting started, pal,” Bill Cipher says casually.

The Beast has to pause for a moment, because he can feel his own storm inside him. Emotions that are not his own are flaring and twisting in his chest. He can tell Wirt yearns to save this poor creature, to bring himself a moment of redemption—but there is no redemption for him. Not after he failed to save his own brother. With this in his mind, the Beast lures him back to despair and resignation; he was so much easier to coax than that blasted brother of his, a boy good for nothing but firewood. It does not take long for his emotions to wither and dull. It is so comforting to feel nothing at all, is it not, Wirt?

There is no answer.

“Perhaps I should utilise the idea your host so kindly gave me,” the Beast murmurs, hovering his thumbs over Cipher’s pale, yellow eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah, I wanna see these innards, thank you very much. Shoo,” he says with the accompanying motion.

“Very well.”

“Why not reveal this Bleeding Heart’s bleeding heart instead?”

“Hmm…” the Beast considers, gazing at his chest. “Yes, that would do.”

He chooses not to pick up the knife again. He wants to do this himself.

With supernatural ability, the Beast buries his fingers into Pine Tree’s chest, buries into flesh and feeling around bone. He yanks back and rips him open. Skin and matter tear off in large sheets, Cipher’s cry piercing his eardrums, until there is revealed his ribcage and lungs holding a frantically beating heart hostage.

It is beautiful.

Even Bill Cipher needs time to adjust to this onslaught—he pants and lies there, presumably also keeping Pine Tree at bay more carefully this time around. With drool pooling from one side of his mouth, he says between gasps, “See, Pine Tree? Told you we were just getting started.”

The Beast drops his skin, leaving the amalgam spread open, a creature in the middle of a vivisection. Fluid coats his hands. The temptation makes him hunger. He cradles Cipher’s face with both palms flush against his cheeks, then drags them down over his neck, his grip tightening and then releasing. He wants to crush this human, but he has to remind himself to take it slowly. Cipher, now painted with shades of maroon and scarlet, licks his lips.

“So nice to find a kindred spirit. Just bros being bros, bonding over some good old-fashioned gore. Maybe I should come back here with Shooting Star sometime,” he contemplates.

“Let us not get ahead of ourselves. I want to appreciate what I have right here.” If he felt he could have another plaything, he really would crush this human all too soon.

“Oh, you’re so romantic, Beast,” Cipher says with a grin.

He traces each of his ribs, squeezes around the heart to feel the atriums and ventricles straining to keep this body alive. In the Unknown, it can work all it wants, beat until all the blood is drained and the skull is caved in and the body is in dozens of pieces that will never be reassembled. If it believes it needs to keep beating, it will.

Bill Cipher bites on his fist, like he needs to keep his thrill toned down to savour the intensity of the situation. Then, with a lightbulb moment, he remarks, “Apparently, the force needed to bite through a finger is the same as biting through a carrot.” Without waiting for a response, he sticks his little finger in his mouth and snaps his teeth around it. “Ow. Okay, that’s not true.”

The Beast picks up his knife again with his musical fingers, twirling it the same way Wirt would do in marching band. His body still has the instincts his mind has failed to overrun. “Allow me.”

“With pleasure!” Cipher agrees, stretching out to him like he is asking him to dance.

He takes his hand, caressing delicate skin, then lays it flat on the leafy ground, pushing down hard on his wrist. With his other hand, the Beast holds his knife with the tip squarely aimed at Cipher’s pinkie finger. In one swift movement, he drives it through air, body and into the soil, and holds fast against Cipher’s flailing to keep his hand in place. When he raises the weapon again, there is a neat severing right at the knuckle, the finger laying meekly as blood collects underneath it.

Bill Cipher tugs his arm back, and the Beast relinquishes his hold in order to allow the demon to appreciate his handiwork. It is strange how one small removal can so change the appearance of the extremity, the wrongness of the missing part highlighted by the bloody stump.

“Again! Again!” he cries, waving his other hand around.

The Beast grabs it with annoyance, and instead of placing it on the ground, digs his knife in between ring and pinkie and scores right in the middle. The gash in the connective flesh hangs open obscenely.

“Yeowch—not like that,” Cipher admonishes.

“Well, if you demonstrated some patience, maybe I would have a clearer understanding of your wishes,” the Beast replies tersely with a shake of his head.

“Oh, fine, fine, yes, take your time, just get the damn fingers off,” he says.

This time, the Beast acquiesces, repeating his earlier action, and Cipher yelps at the removal. He brings the cut-apart hand up to his mouth, placing his lips over the wound and sucking. Cipher moans weakly as the Beast looks at him from under half-hooded eyes.

The demon bites his lip. “Sexy.”

“Shall I continue to work?” he says once he pulls away, saliva and blood mixed on the abused hand.

“Yes, yes, yes, but just the ring fingers, alright? I still wanna be able to do some shit while we play. Just don’t ask for a pinkie promise or for my hand in marriage.”

“Duly noted.”

The Beast hacks away the two fingers with ease, then collects the four severed digits and contemplates them as he holds them.

“Feelin’ peckish?”

“I desire something…more substantial,” the Beast finally says, placing the digits back besides their tortured body.

“I hear thigh of Pine Tree is especially succulent,” he suggests with a leer.

White eyes meet pale yellow as he considers this, and then the Beast decides to cut up the trouser leg to reveal more flesh, from calves to thighs. The smell of viscera is heavy in the air, emanating from such an array of exposed organs, but when he presses his face against the amalgam’s leg, there is a faint scent of mechanical oil. He knows just a little more about Pine Tree’s life outside of the Unknown now, he supposes. Not that it matters anymore.

He bites down hard enough to pierce the skin with his canines, and then, wretchedly, demonically tears off flesh. His heart squirms with Wirt’s revulsion as he feasts, a visceral reaction from the usually placid boy to his monstrousness. It is pleasing to the Beast to use this human’s body to eat another. Even more so since he would not yearn to cannibalise if it were not for humans in the first place. Every time they told their stories, every time they believed him to be more and more malevolent, they transformed him; their beliefs became his truth. And, sometimes, the people of the Unknown called him another name—wendigo.

And a wendigo he would be.

With the heightened pleasure from the textured, delectable meat in his maw, he almost forgets to notice Cipher’s reaction at all. His eyes flicker open. He pulls away and swallows. Cipher has his hands—what is left of them—inside himself, squeezing his own intestines to deal with the pain as he gasps. The ropes of gore squirm around his fingers, coiled snakes twining around and around each other in the cavity.

“It hurts…real good…” he says weakly, the nasal quality of his voice reduced to a quiet whine. All of their machinations are starting to add up—or, rather, take away from him; with chunks taken out of his leg, body parts missing and a red pool underneath him, Bill Cipher is fading. In a broken voice, he whispers, “Please…let me go… I just…want to go back to my family…” before he passes out. He hopes Pine Tree will not be the one to wake up.

The Beast places his slack leg down and dabs his mouth and chin clean with his shirt sleeve. As he straightens up, he can see that there are Edelwood branches starting to grow around the amalgam, reaching up from the ground and tipped with autumnal leaves. As much as Bill Cipher wants to enjoy this, his body is beginning to give up. It is inevitable. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.

The Beast lets him rest. He trails a finger down one of the branches by his hip, a drop of oil leaking out. Then, he picks up his lantern from the nearby spot he had placed it. As he stares into the flickering firelight, what had once been rendered an ember by the Woodsman, he feels a strange sense of gratitude to the brothers who had changed everything for him. Were it not for them, the Woodsman would have never disposed of the lantern, would have never allowed the Beast to reform and take control of his own soul again. When he decided to fuse himself with Wirt, and become Beast and Lantern-Bearer, he gained entirely new ways of growing his forest. He still remembers how it felt to wrap his arms around Gregory’s neck until the twitching stopped and the wood grew. Though some aspects of his human form were tiresome, he knows he would not go back to his old trypophobic self.

Bill Cipher stirs, groaning and lifting his head up. He blinks one eye, and then the other, and shakes himself awake. “Whew. Did I miss anything?”

He puts his lantern down and gestures to the Edelwood.

“Oh, man. Guess we’d better wrap up, huh?” He lifts his leg to inspect the damage. “Had your fill?”

The Beast puts his hand in his hair, rubbing the base of his antler as he considers. “For now. I will have your heart after we are through.”

“Good choice. So, what next?” he says, feeling up his stomach and ribcage like it is a salacious act.

After a moment, the Beast’s hands join his, appreciating the slippery, warm texture of his organs. The colour in his vision intensifies as he realises he can now anything to this body; he no longer needs to hold back. His hands ball up into fists so tight they shake as he says, “I want to break you.”

Cipher’s eyes widen. “Then break me, Beast.”

He spreads his fingers wide over Cipher’s ribs and locks his arms straight. Pushing down from his shoulders, he applies enough pressure to make the bones fracture, only showing small amounts of damage at first, but as he pushes harder, they crack and break apart completely. The splintered bones pierce Cipher’s lungs as the Beast’s breathing becomes heavy and feral.

“I c—I can feel—,” Cipher attempts to say before he starts to hack up blood, decorating his already-painted face even more. The hacking coughs become laughs, as much as he is able to laugh. With his lungs filling with fluid, even this chatterbox has to admit defeat. The Edelwood branches are growing before their eyes, working their way around his limbs and intruding into his body bit by bit.

The Beast looks at Cipher’s smile and, wanting to give him one last thrill, takes his drenched hand back and picks up the knife again.

Cipher gurgles as the Beast positions the tip of the blade at the corner of his lips, a rough hand grabbing his chin and forcing his face to the left. His eyes squint with delight, elongated pupils staring straight at the pink, yellow and blue glow in the Beast’s. The Beast curves the knife up as he slashes across his cheek, making Cipher’s face-splitting smile literal. Warm blood gushes over his fingers as he turns Cipher’s face to the right and finishes the look.

The gashes pull apart and squeeze together as the amalgam works his jaw. He attempts to say, “Why so—,” before he’s coughing up blood again.

The Beast gives him a rare smile. “Why, this is the first time I have been able to hear my own thoughts since you arrived here, Bill Cipher.”

Cipher’s eyebrows lower, and the Beast chuckles darkly as he moves his hand down to his neck and his knife over his heart. “Now, it is time for your host to become a part of my forest.”

At the instant he drives the weapon into that frenetically-beating heart, a golden spirit somersaults out of the broken body. Triangular, with one eye and a black top hat. Bill Cipher’s true form.

The Beast flickers his attention back to his task, and he twists and rips the heart free of the veins and arteries holding it in place, takes it off of the blade and holds it in his palm. It beats once, twice, before giving up the ghost and stilling.

“Oh, Pine Tree, it sure did take some time but boy, was it worth it!”

Pine Tree’s body looks so bereft, so utterly fragile. His skin is starkly pale now, and his head is tipped onto the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth ajar. His arms, encased in branches, lay with his cut wrists facing the sky. All of the movement in his chest—the writhing intestines, the inflating and deflating lungs, the beating heart—have come to a stop. White, fragmented ribs are threaded with earthy Edelwood. His shredded clothes lay soaked in his own blood around him, flicked with bits of flesh and cut-up parts. He looks… small, in death.

“Yes. The destination is all the more sweeter when the road is long, is it not?” the Beast says, touching his own skin with his fingertips.

Cipher floats over to put an arm around his shoulders. “Ab-so-lutely. And hey, you’ve been swell, such a great guy. Thanks for hooking me up with this awesome venue for torture! Love what you’re doing with all the trees and whatever. But I’d best be going, things to do, chaos to enact, you know the deal. And we’re both great with deals, aren’t we?”

The Beast inwardly sighs, then admits, “I would not object to having more dealings with you. I have not felt that kind of pleasure in many moons. Thank you. For now, I shall bid you farewell.”

Bill Cipher blinks—or winks—and spins out of his hold. “Have fun burning up this sad-sack and chomping on that ol’ ticker. See you on the flip side. The universe is a lie, buy gold, bye!” he shouts before flashing out of this existence.

The Beast pauses, raises the heart, murmurs to himself, “The loveliest lie of all,” and bites into it.

Wirt is just as drained and deadened as this boy lying in front of him; he cannot even feel disgust anymore. He cannot feel anything at all.

#Over the Garden Wall #gravity falls #bipper #beast!wirt #possessed!pinescone #the beast #bill cipher #dipper pines #fan fic #crossover #gore #bad end friends #who knows maybe one day I'll finish that sequel to Some Books Just Swallow You Whole #never say never :')

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The dentist appointment part 2.

Read part 1. here. 

He sat down on his chair and was smiling down at me.

“I´m just going to put your chair down now, so I can take a proper look in your whole mouth.” He said as he used his foot to do so. He took the tray closer towards him and lowered it down towards my chest, then he stretched his arm up for the lamp and clicked the button on and the frightful dentist light was adjusted to my mouth. He took the glowes from the tray on and i cringed at the sound, he saw that and slightly laughed at my reaction, as he always do. And then he rolled his chair underneath my head and replaced the bib and then took his mask up. I gulped my the sight of it.

As he had reached for the mirror and lowered it towards my mouth he asked me to open my mouth. I slightly shaked my head no.

“I have to take a look at your teeth in order to know what´s wrong.” He said with a slightly stern voice, looking me directly in my eyes. This was the first time of the whole time being here I noticed I had pain in my mouth again. I guess me being here and working myself up with whatever dreadful thing that could happen, have made me forgetting about my pain.

“Can you explain to me where your pain is?”

“It´s back in my upper left side”.

“Okey, open please.” I hesitantly opened my mouth a little. “You need to open bigger than that love.” He sad playfully as he helped me open my mouth with his other hand. One of his hand were holding the mirror looking around in my mouth the other was holding my chin in order for him getting more space to look around. But when he reached out to take the probe I shut my mouth and shacked my head and said “naha..”

“I need you to open your mouth again in order for me to take the mirror out.” Harry said quickly. I did as he said, but shut my mouth quickly again so that neither of the tools could take place. “Nina, I totally respect that you are nervous and scared, but you can´t shut your mouth like that why I have my tools inside it. It can hurt you and it can cause more damage than it already is. And I also don't want you to bite off my fingers today. If you feel like your that scared again, just make a sound or raise your left hand for me please, then I will stop immediately what I´m doing.”

“Oh I´m sorry, Harry.”

“It´s alright, now you know. But what got you so scared now?”

“I thought you were going to stick the probe in the tooth that hurts”

“I am sorry to tell you that I have to do that in order to see if it´s a cavity, but I was going to go over your other teeth first, just like what I do at a normal checkup, and I will tell you when I´m going to have a feel on your tooth that hurts, alright?”

“Oh okey.” I give him a small smile. I can see he is smiling in return, due to the wrinkles by his eyes. It relaxes me a little.

I can feel him scraping around my teeth tapping each one, the sound isn´t my favourite, but still it isn't that bad as removing tooth tartar, that´s a horrible feeling. I feel that he is moving closer and closer to the back where I feel pain and he starts talking whilst working his way back.

“Your gums are a bit red and inflamed on this side of your mouth and you have more plaque build up here as well. Look..” He took out the probe to show me, I just find that so disgusting I make a face towards him and as normal, he laugh in response. “Hahhaa, I know, but it isn't that bad, overall in your mouth you don't have much plaque built up, I guess you haven't brushed well back here due the pain?” I slightly muffed a “yes” in response due to his hands still being inside my mouth. He nods a yes and smiles, just as his pleased with himself knowing right. “Aha, I think I found what caused the problem to your pain her miss Nina.. I just have to give it a small poke to make sure, her it comes” and before I know it I shout out and my eyes well up and tears starts to run down my sides of my face. “I know, I know, I´m going to put the chair up know so you can breath and have some water if you´ll like.” ..Click, and the chair starts to raise again.

Harry uses his feet to push himself and the chair towards me and as soon as he have taken his gloves off and his mask down under his jaw again he push the tray away and open his arms for me to come and join him. I cry out in pain and in fair, cause I know now for sure that there is something that needs to be fixed, cause his dentist of a boyfriend have just seen the problem himself. Harry holds me and strokes his hands up and down my back in order to try to calm me down. When I´m done crying he pushes me a bit backwards in order to se my face. I know I look like such a baby so I hide my face in the palms of my hands.

“Don´t hide yourself Nina. I want to see that pretty face of yours.”

“No, I have tears all over my face and that is an ugly style..”

“Haha, I´ve seen you cry before babe, don't worry about that. You are pretty cute anyway.” As he says that he push my hands away. “Babe, I am so sorry for being the reason for you crying and I hate to se you hurt, but it had to be done. I hope you understand me and don't hate me now.” I looked at him and he made a silly sad face, that face made me always smile.

“There´s that beautiful smile of yours, I love when your smiling with your teeth.” As soon as Harry said that I shut my mouth closed. “Why are you hiding your mouth now? You aren't even in the dental chair.”

“Because you said you loved looking at my ´beautiful´ teeth and my teeth aren't beautiful now are they? I have problems with them don´t I? That means they aren´t beautiful, and I bet you are ashamed having a girlfriend with bad teeth because you are working as a dentist and see so many prettier smiles everyday..” I feel tears coming in my eyes again.

“Honey, beautiful look at me. Now, look me in the eyes. Don't cry. Even though you have decay in your teeth doesn't mean that you don't have a pretty smile when you smile with them. I work with so many different patients everyday and I see so many different causes in each and every mouth. Even a pretty smile can hide so many nasty things, you have no idea. You have two cavities, but that doesn't mean that I am ashamed of having you as my girlfriend. Everyone can get cavities, darling, everyone. Even dentists have cavities sometimes. Some have very strong teeth that can have a cleaning once a day, others have very sensitive teeth that might brush and floss twice every day and still get cavities. I know you have a good mouth hygiene cause I live with you and I see how you work on that beautiful smile every day. But you might haven't been that good at flossing lately and I have forgotten to take you here for a 6 months cleaning and a checkup where you get a fluoride treatment as well. So this can have been caused by me as much as you babe.”

“I have two cavities?” I start sobbing again.

“Was that all you could hear me saying? Or did you get the rest of if to?”

“I could hear everything, but I don't want to have cavities.. Harry, you cant drill me!”

“Nina, in order for you to get the pain away I need to drill your two cavities away and then do a filling. And if you don't let me do it today then you are at the risk of needing two root fillings and you don't want that do you?”

“No of course not, but I also don't want the fillings.”

“Be reasonable now babe, You are only saying that because your scared, I do understand that but I know what I´m doing and on a daily basis I'm doing a minimum of three fillings a day. Trust me I´m good at it and I now for sure what I´m doing.” He kisses my head several times. I just lean in closer to hold him close and I move into his neck to smell his perfume. Thats something I have learned to do when I´m scared, because when I close my eyes and smell him and feel his steady breathing I feel so safe.

We just sit there for a while, and I am so glad that Harry is really using time to make sure I´m okey with everything.

“I have thought it over” I said as i break the silence. “And..?” Harry says with a slightly half-face smile. “Well there is not much other to do in order for me to get the pain away.” “That´s my brave girl. I am going to be as careful I can and do the best I can do, I love you Nina.” “I love you too, Harry.” We kissed each other and soon I was cringing again by the pain and Harry asked if he should set up for the procedure.

I sat myself down in the dreadful dental chair again and took a sip of water. My mouth was pretty dry due to all the crying. Harry was in almost every cupboard in his office finding stuff here and there by the sounds of it. I am happy my back was against were he was occupying the supplies, because I know I will panic if I get to see all the different things before they are placed on the tray. After a few minutes Harry came back with a new tray but this time it was covered with a blue paper, just like the blue bib I have around my neck. “Just for your relaxation so you don´t see all the tools, I think you might see the tools in a different view than I do” he said grinning, “No shit Sherlock, or should I say dr. Styles?” I said nervously laughing back to him. He gave me a peak on the lips before going over to wash his hands again. And suddenly he sat down on his stool again clicking with his foot to make my chair go backwards and then on with the lamp, he pushed the much more heavy tray towards me again and on with the gloves. “Eugh..” “Oh, sorry love”, he said to my response.

“What´s going to happen now is that I sadly need to numb you up.”

I started to cringe in the chair and my eyes started watering again.

“I know love, I am so sorry but as for so much pain you´ve had the last days you need numbing or else you would be hysterically crying all the procedure and that´s something neither of us want. I will start giving you some topical cream to numb your gums, before I give you the needle. I promise it would just be a pinch, and you will feel a bit of pressure, but thats all love, i promise you. When I have given you the needles we will take a break for it to start working.”

Harry take a end of the bib to dry my tears of. “Okey love, here comes the numbing cream, open up..   Good job.” Whilst the cream is working he turns around to the counter on the other side from the chair and I guess he´s preparing the needle. As so was I right, he turns around with one hand on his back, “Harry, I might be scared, but I´m not a child. I know you have the needle behind your back.” “Sorry.” he took the needle and put it on the tray and pushed the tray even closer so it was just over my chest.

Read part 3 here. 

#harry styles imagine #one direction imagine #dentist imagine #harry styles dentist imagine #one direction dentist imagine

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Even though I don't really know that much about Chester I do know how hard it is to lose someone who provided so much comfort. I would hug you but you're too far away so I'll send one through the sky. 💞

thank you I really need this right now!

#thank youuu #tw suicide #Anonymous

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reading 56-59 but we get nice evankhell & hansung flashback, obligatory khun mentions, dogs being dogs (what.), lady big, A FUCKING KARAKA & JINSUNG FLASHBACK BONDING AND I’M.

i’m not even gonna question this at this point

this entire flashback ROCKS.

First off the fucking beautiful characterization of evankhell, then exposition of her past with hansung AND IT’S FUCKING AMAZING, how it started, their motivations, finding common goal, despite being total opposites - AMAZING. ALSO, these flashbacks honestly makes me like hansung even more, cause he seemed to be actually just a nerdy noble type of guy, which is AMAZING, I adore evankhell’s and hansung’s writing EUGH

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oh yeah let’s not forget to mention how badass evankhell was when after flashback she began burning everyfuckingthing.

stan.

obligatory khun mention

this made me laugh for some reason

bam does not know what to do! call 11071 and vote in our polls what he should do to help him!

wwwwwwwwwwwwwwa

let’s be real, it’s shounen, it’s her plot armor dictates whether she dies or not

obligatory khun mention

what th FUCK is WRONG with your EYELASHES.

oh dear.

Dogs be like that.

The fact this manhwa consciously acknowledges that dog people are indeed...dog-like...cause they’re dogs...

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it makes me wonder how much furry related aspects just might be real in this manhwa

But also... does it mean catboy can...purr...?

baby your smile brings joy to my life

evankhell op

ME: *SPITS OUT TEA*

HOLY SHIT LADY BIG???

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH??

aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA/.??

IM SOBBING OH MY GOD I DID NOT EXPECT KARAKA AND JINSUNG SON-FATHER BONDING UGH. *UGLY SOBBING*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

hi 911 i’ve been crying for very long idk what to do

god fuck my life 

can you hear me sobbing??

oh?

ALSO I’VE JUST READ THE LAST PART OF WHAT HE WAS SAYING AND JE-SUS

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., - ,.

u-u

FPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPFPFFFFFFFFFFFPFFPFPPFFP

*sobs* a poor... a poor choice of words...

#tower of god #karaka #bam #evankhell #jinsung #khun #hansung #white #i still curse white's eyelashes #nesreads