Funny old man

The prefect was lucky not to end up propelled into the air...

I’m still trying to find my apology speech

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"woe is me, so cute, so tiny and little, so huggable, I'm just a little guy, how could you"

"Now where did that little cutie go..." Lilia murmured, searching around for his little Tsum. He enjoyed this little game of hide and seek, the way that the mini-Lilia sought to be as mischievous as him was by no means an accident. It was getting rather late though, and far be it from Lilia to miss his gaming session because the Tsum decided to stay up and find victims to its games.

Lilia checked around every hiding spot imaginable - leaving one building unchecked. Ramshackle. Upon entering the dorm, he called out your name to no avail.

"Hmm... Are they not here? Strange indeed," the fae hummed, taking a look around before knocking lightly on the door he knew to be your bedroom. After calling your name had yet again failed to give a response, he figured just a little peak wouldn't hurt... (What a perv! You would cry out, but he knew you'd never actually mind. You were rather used to your lovers antics.) Upon opening the door revealed an exhausted prefect hugging his little look alike, in which also seemed to be at peace within your grasp. His eyes widened at the sight, before a smile creeping onto his lips. The way you curled up with the Tsum tight in your grasp and cheek squished against its plush head, Lilias heart SOARED.

"Kufufu...so this little Tsum thought it could take my place, could it? How mischievous, indeed!" Lilia considered waking you up and insisting you switch the knock off version of himself with the real deal- but something about seeing you resting at ease whilst holding the previously restless Tsum, he couldn't help but snap a photo and quitely sneak out. Lilia knew you were working hard and under so much stress as of late, that to see you at such tranquility brought some consolation to know he may have been able to provide some comfort. Albeit...the plush version of himself. Nonetheless, he believed in the sentiment.

He'd call dibs the next day, though!

I just need to put this image in y’all’s head

Lilia owning this bed but in hot pink

no cause this is still the funniest twst ss to ever exist

Jealous little Malleus envious of Lilia's fatherly affections.

LILIA WINS THE SERVING CUNT WAR

Gen Lilia

Mitsuri!Yuu AU

Mitsuri!Yuu: I’m hungry...

Malleus: I would let you eat me Mitsuri!Yuu :)

Lilia: Like in kinky way?~

Malleus: *completely serious* In a cannabalism way

Before:

After:

Given that octopuses spit ink to defend themselves...Azul?

Happy b day sebek !

Bring me to life -

Under the dark blanket of night, a man prepares to commit his crime. He isn't looking for jewels or valuable belongings, this man, whose shadow almost disappears into the mist of the terrifying night, is looking for a soul. Not just any soul, but that of a noble spirit unable to rest, for between him and his undeniable death there is a constant agony that will not allow him to rest for all the eternity that surrounds him. The ghost of a cowboy long forgotten between the land of the living and the world of the dead, and yet the tortures that prowl his mind like a worm devouring his brain are nothing more than the constant reminder that his soul will never have any rest for his sins committed and his failure to protect those who should be protected, such as allowing his brother to be murdered right before his eyes.

The ghost of the cowboy, calloused and bereft of his senses, asks himself and the wind, the only one that accompanies him in his dreaded solitude, if this is the punishment he deserves, and in the background, he can hear the wind whispering "yes, you deserve" in the deep of his mind.

In his tatters, he can't even feel the physical pain of loss, only the agony that runs through his translucent soul, leaving a hole in his intangible chest.

The awakening is near, he feels it, he feels the wind on his cold, pale skin for the first time in a long time. He feels someone's presence, he feels the whining and blasphemy that sully his ancient tomb.

The air changes.

He is free once again.

lilia