Clownzy My Disgusting Beloveds

Hi richard

There's a demon in you

was skimming through a muted Graces LP that I THOUGHT had no commentary in order to fact check some dialogue but instead I found this, I WISH Asbel had said this it would have cleared some things up sooner 😂

“Ace of Heart(s) - An intense desire to be loved”

yooooo fr All The Rain SLAPS and was the main song i looped when drawing this

Friend told me to promote myself as a writer so... Here?

I mostly write Alpharad content right now but you don't need to know anything about him to read the fanfics. Taking requests, I'll write just about anything, no fees or things like that because I genuinely just want to write more stuff

Sometimes I forget because I am charmed by him, but Benson is so viscerally terrifying in certain moments that you have to assume that it must've bled in a little beforehand.

Like, maybe Randy’s on a closing shift with him and, by the time they finish up, everyone else’s long since departed and even though it’s obscenely late, Randy doesn’t really mind, Benson’s his most adept, reserved coworker and his cigarette breaks give Randy a minute to himself. When it’s just the two of them working together Benson puts his head down and gets on with it--same as him--so there’s an infrequent calm they both appreciate. They’re both too beat to bother being sociable so it’s mostly Benson’s low grunts and head tilts and Randy’s answering nods, nothing to disturb the silence or the comfortable routine they settle into, the kind that accompanies mind-numbing exhaustion.

Then Benson’s got the keys out ready to lock up, and Randy’s got his jacket on, idle & half-asleep waiting by the door, holding it open even though he could already be on the way to his car, because leaving together completes the ritual of it all. Across the empty dining room, he watches as Benson flicks out the lights and in the split-second before his eyes adjust, in the immediate aftermath of 16 hours under buzzing fluorescents, silently awaiting Benson’s approach, Randy Bradley is the most scared he’s ever been in his entire, petrified existence.

I regret nothing.

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

you ever lake and laked till you loched and maybe till you lake or smrh lagoon

Kaito is, in fact, not a Virgo

I HATE MY ADHD SO MUCH. PLEASE. STOP HYPERFIXATING ON YOUTUBERS WHO HAVE A WHOLE THREE FANFICTIONS ABOUT THEM. LIKE, YOU DONT EVEN LIKE HIS CONTENT THAT MUCH??!?? YOU LEGIT ONLY LIKE WATCHING HIM WHEN HES ON OTHER CHANNELS, HOW IN THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU GET FIXATED ON THIS MAN!!!!??,,!?!!.,!

What is so good about a random American man who legit only posts bed wars content that you have to keep me up the entire night rereading the only ff that even labeled him as the main character (and even then he’s one of like 10 mcs) which was discontinued almost immediately. Why not just, I dunno, GET A NORMAL HOBBY.

Anyways, please kill me.

My life has changed ever since I learned the official Greek pluralization for octopus. No, it's not octopuses, or octopi, or even (and this is the one that surface level nerds think is correct) octopodes. ITS POLYPODES.

MULTIPLE FEET. POLYPODES.