-face touched- ;///;(Tsuki: M-Morning Roppi-San… >\
much cuter tsuki omg let me touch your face if roppi will allow me
Truth hurts doesn’t it
Fack
It’s okay Snape. I pair you with apples when I’m thirsty.
Mmm~ snapple.
(Source: brainbubblegum)
Ah, but what a scribe, a weaver of tales who sat upon a throne of lies. Even as the raven-haired information broker shook his head, the man laughed. “Whatever I deem true will happen, dear child,” he replied cooly, “Any wish, any fancy.” The red fur coated man leaned forward, “Do you dream of love filthy human? Do you wish for belonging? Wealth?”
“I will not love that monster,” the informant growled.
The doppleganger wearing his visage laughed, pressing his hand to the informant’s forehead, “Welcome to your Psychedelic dreams, Orihara Izaya,” he smile turned cruel, “or should I say, Hibiya?”
And when the musician found out his lover was lost at sea, he shed his happy attire. All the bright, cheery hues and pinks cast aside for black and blues. His hair changing from the deepest, most lovely black to a sad gray. The magenta gaze turning blue in honor of his fallen lover.
“No one shall love me nor I them,” he declared as he left his castle home and his princely brother. “No one shall replace my Tsu-chan.”
- Me: -staring at phone-
- -hour later-
- Me: -staring at phone-
- Me: I must have upset them. I should apologize somehow.
- -twenty minutes later-
- Me: -in shizuo cosplay wearing cat ears- ... Maybe I should send them chocolate instead while sobbing and begging forgiveness for being stupid and hurting their feelings...
