mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)

judt got home from a party at my ex bf's house where i drank so much vodka and proceeded to get into the pool and make out THREE times w this girl who likes the boy i am in love with (she swore up and down though that she likes me more), then my boy qlso made out w her and told me he's sorry bc he likes her (which ik bc i've been a part of Every single thing he's been thinking and he tells me everything) and the both of us kept telling each other we were sorry, then ny ex bf founf me crying in his bathroom whcih sobered me up completely back to a mom-friend type of person, and i had to parent the girl who kissed me before getting her into bed to sleep (while she kept asking me if she was gay), THEN took the boy im in love w home anf held him and texted his friends for him while very soberly promising him that everything is going to work out while i walked him through exactly what we wojld do now

You guys I’m posting so many polls to get my engagement up but it’s not like how it used to be before 😂😭😂😂 ever since even before March when i took that month long break for Ramadan, my notifs were so dry n dead and it’s just not how it was before and i wish i could go back in time when everything was lit and fun but i just don’t know what happened it’s like everyone tuned out and then when i took that break, even more people tuned out and no one came back 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Polycule idea except instead of love it's fueled by hate and they're constantly trying to kill eachother

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer or somethin

universe of constant spinning, every end a new beginning

“So, do you have an umbrella? That was like, your thing, right? At Claw?”

Ah—not again! He can’t keep zoning out while talking to people—especially his boss.

But… why was Reigen still here? It was late and he always got to work early. It wasn’t his job to stay and coddle his employees. “I—uh—no,” he stuttered, fingers twisting anxiously. “Mine was, uh, "is” broken, sir.”

‘Broken’ was a mild way to put it. More like it got destroyed.

[or, reigen gives serizawa an umbrella]

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current mood: thinking about the type distribution of chizuutan’s yumefan cd collection

Maybe you could do audiobooks while you paint, I know I love listening to podcasts when I’m doing things like that.

OoOOoO that’s a good idea!!!

An hc I've never really shared with anyone is about Kakyoin being a little hypocondriac inside, not the boring type, just pointing out small things and fun facts about illnesses

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The Babylonians are aliens but not because they came from another planet but because they came from the Sol dimension

I mean we don't know anything about the world they came from because we're never told anything about it, and there's literally a level in Rush Adventure called SKY BABYLON and it's a bunch of FLOATING ISLANDS and Babylon Garden was also a FLOATING STRUCTURE BUILT BY THE BABYLONIANS like there's no fucking way that's a coincidence

OH AND ALSO they were known to be thieves. And what are the main villains in Rush Adventure? PIRATES

THEY'RE PIRATES but like SKY PIRATES FROM THE SOL DIMENSION like just listen it all makes sense it all just fits

im dumb as hell tell me why i downloaded a full mp3 n clipped it n all but i thought u could put it into tumblr like that (typed the rest in the tags by mistake oops)

mother stop fucking with my hair challenge

anyways. new home screen just dropped. i Was going to try and start gathering materials for ayaka but i might save that for later tonight when im a little more braindead and in the meantime go through The Documents and Search.

Wearing an “I survived mothers day 2022 while hungover and im only now starting to recover from the weekend and becoming sentient again* T shirt atm

Stupid Harry Potter prompt

After a Quidditch win, the Lions get into the butterbeer. At some point, someone goes up to Oliver Wood, shouts "Here's to winning the next one!" and knocks on his shoulder a couple times. The muggleborns and a bunch of half-bloods piss themselves laughing while the wizard-raised wonder if there's something in the drinks.

> He is developing Bad Ideas. Hee hoo.