the only way the au i am currently rping could get more anime is if it turned out one of them was an alien or a witch.
#and then ravi to say #’wh-what is this feeling in my chest’
he’s going to say it
i promise you
‘what is this feeling in my chest’
‘is this—’
‘can this be…’
‘love’
and sakura blossoms all over the damn place for drama
From the Livestream. :>
【スパコミ】表紙描かせていただきました【ふらあさ】
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Member: つし子@スパコミ西1G61-a
(Source : lumberjackbeards)
I’m patriotic for you.
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He moves swiftly and then slowly, his stance and strut swing him through the room. There is no music for step, no beat for a skip, there is only Francis. He is the Flourish, a freshness that Alfred cannot help but to stare at. Be it a sense of longing to be straddled and struck, or savored and seduced, the young man cannot help but to see only him. The Target, the One Sought After, stuck in a song played countless times. Only one track to his stanza, and yet with Francis there is no need for added strings of melodies most likely tragic in nature. The Target and the Flourish strive to meet, and are met, by a single strand which connects them to a sought after fate. So silly whispers and sensual secrets are spread on the sheets, to be left within the threads by the next sunrise.
ALDKJGLKHJ I TRIED ///OTL
There are slender fingers stretched over his mouth, so that he cannot say what the Flourish does not want hear. Words that would spell so much misfortune upon the speaker, the Sought After. The Target.
alkdjlkgjslgkh I’M DIE
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