Have You Drawn Fancy Victorian Ranpo

White boy no

i dont even like kunizai but hell yeah

They had a fight

Lovemail Preface

A tidbit of my very first letter: In a sense, I think the only time I’ve ever dabbled in a true taste of what love could mean, is with you. It was never clear to me whether you were meant to guide me and protect me, or lead me down a faulty path into my own destruction. Either way, I would happily follow you. From the moment I stepped foot inside that small auditorium along the back wall of the Museum of Pop, in Seattle, Washington, I was entranced. By you, the seemingly effortless way your fingers glide over the slender neck of your instrument. Your lack of outward expression, in both doubt, but also in recognition. You deserve all the praise that is thrown your way, and more. I can only provide you with so much. You will always deserve more than I can give you, and for that I am truly in pain. As soon as your name is spoken from someone else’s mouth, I tense. I know that no matter what they can give, it won’t ever speak to your true nature. They simply don’t know you, not like I do. And I will fight, through anything, to defend you.

i sell ketamine

I need to send them to the explosion chamber rn

yep thats pretty much how it goes

Day 260

@bandagesquandering

playing "frantic fanfic" with a friend.. uh.. idk man

......... me .........

Mizuki crawled out of the ocean, gasping for air. She loved oxygen, couldn't remember the last time she'd appreciated something so simple to this degree. Mizuki coughed, spitting sand out of her mouth, tasting salt and blood. Her throat hurt. She collapsed, exhausted. L had decided to visit the beach with his husband, Light. He was practicing the art of "touching grass", much to the chagrin of the assembly of Discord mods that always relied on his fearsome judgement. Looking out on the bay, L fully took in the wondrous view. So this is what the world was truly like, when you took away the collection of pixels keeping it obscured. Rolling up his pants and slipping off his shoes, L stretched his toes into the warm sand. An unpleasant sensation akin to small claws and teeth ripped its way up L's leg. I... don't like sand.

......... him .........

"ts pmo" L muttered. Attempting to ignore the discomfort of the sand, he began to walk down towards the water. Perhaps he could find he noticed an odd, human-sized heap at the edge of the water. Being a

......... me again .........

n alpha male like himself, he immediately spotted the maiden in distress. He ran to her side, and brushed the sand out of her face. She wasn't moving.

The next day L and Light held a funeral for the girl, despite not knowing her name or even anything about her. They buried her in their backyard, and never thought about her again.

Then they passionately kissed on stream. Yippee

I'll drown in you

the game of who needs who the worst.