inkskratches:
“Come on… Come on!” Eridan screamed, tearing at his clothing. His chest heaving, he reached for his gun. It was inches from his fingertips. He drove his feet against the floor as hard as he could, skidding on the tile, reaching…reaching…
…
Just some Buried Hatchet junk.
dONT REMIMD ME JGKDAG TWJ
homestucksontumbler:
heyitspj:
Eridan Ampora
- Likes Military history
- Hates land dwellers for their polution
- Is friendly with Karkat
- Pompous
- Likes Fef romantically and just Fef
- Thinks Faygo is ok
- Friendly with Kanaya until he kills her
- Feels bad when Sollux dies
Not Eridan Ampora
- wweh
- nyeh
- forevver alone
- Hits on anything that moves
- Wants to be everyone’s matesprit
- Has a crush on Sol
- wweh
- wweh
- wweh
- wweh
- He has never once said wweh
A friendly reminder of what Eridan is actually like.
- V
wweh
tbmulr:
221bec:
sabrinagrimm:
EVERY CHARACTER HAS FLAWS PLEASE REMEMBER THAT
PLEASE
PLEASE
excuse u but I have an objection
i really really thought that was going to be a character that benedict cumberbatch has played and i dont think ive ever been so relieved to see the first line of my immortal in my life
fUCKJ
mayu-suzumoto:
morishige-sakutarou:
|| Im not really complaining but
i cant help notice something about these icons ||
|| Nowyouknowwherepocarisweatcomesfrom ||
(( Shige has fapping issues omo is he looking at ponies again? -shot dead of stupidity-))
|| NOPE. MAYU’S CORPSE. ||
uopp:
*gets on one knee* will you couple cosplay with me
akiyama-himori:
morishige-sakutarou replied to your post:
|| Doesnt matter as long we have a partee—- *SHOT* OTL ||
{ PWAHAHA Kusanagi should bring Bar-chan with them so they wont get starve HAHAH }
|| HEAVENLY HOST HAS CATERING SERVICES NOW. FINALLY ||
|| Im not really complaining but
i cant help notice something about these icons ||
|| Nowyouknowwherepocarisweatcomesfrom ||
|| I just really cant use this icon even if i wanted to
because
look at dat expression man
he’s caught fapping ||
homrabartender
“Mn…?”
Well—Izumo couldn’t say that this was the first time someone looked like they were having a breakdown in his bar now. It was just more or less a miracle that it wasn’t over HOMRA not being able to help them, a failed clansman candidate rolling around on his floors while trying to extinguish Mikoto’s flames from their body, or (and his personal favorite) normal humans who thought they were obligated to do whatever they wanted just because things weren’t going their way.
This though? It was different. Definitely different. The hell had happened to this kid that made him practically double over in terror? PTSD?
“Ah—oi… oi…” the bartender’s expression soon tendered into something more worried. At this point he was actually just a little scared that perhaps this kid might end up doing something drastic or hurting himself.
“’s just nothin’ important now. Y’know what? Go sit down,” Izumo gave a warm (and maybe just a bit motherly) smile. “I’ll get ya a glass a water.”
…And what was with that friendly gesture? It strangely took him aback. First one he saw in a while. Back then a few minutes ago, everyone was desperate to find a way out of the school. Well, a few of them. The rest was just rather…determined. Yeah, that’s probably the word. Determined. Determined that they can find the exit and wish things would go back the way it was before.
But things were never that easy. A lot of people died. He saw corpses, took pictures of it. He had proof that they went through hell. It was literally hell. The coldest one a person would go to. And instead of burning in flames, they suffered heartless torture under the hands of restless and vengeful spirits, especially the girl in red. One would be lucky to encounter souls willing to help or guide them around. They are the few whom theirselves aren’t eaten by the darkness of the school. The hopeful ones, who, even after death, are still praying for the safety of those who are fighting on to live.
They didn’t have any food or water at all… It was excruciating. Those who were desperate to feed themselves resorted to eating, mostly the case, their only companion/s. Turning into cannibals, for short. Gladly Morishige didn’t encounter one….yet, or became one whatsoever.
So when he was offered something to drink, he got more confused, more or less a bit frantic. The deprived student was not yet sure if he can trust this guy or not, staring at that warm smile of his. It reminded him…
…Mayu
That thought slowly calmed him down. It was the only thing that would most likely would do the trick…. He can’t just stay here. He have to keep moving. A pale hand gripped tightly on his phone. “M-Mayu…” he feebly mumbled. Before the blonde could go off and do anything, the boy insisted himself to ask one thing. One question won’t get him killed right? Morishige was not one to depend on others when doing his thing, but it looks like he has no other choice now.
Meekly flipping his phone open, he shifted it to the photo viewer and opened it to the image of his childhood friend, a petite girl with hazelnut hair, beaming so brightly to the camera when it was taken. “Do y-you…know..?” he began asking, showing him the picture, but just ended up in an incomplete question.
mayu-suzumoto:
morishige-sakutarou:
// if anyone still remembered the time where our muses confessed to each each other x3 //
|| sjsjwwhyisthisback omfgn >///A///> ||
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