You know, I couldn't stand to be without my legs

It’s been a while since I’ve been around. Moving away and moving back… Guess I can’t stay away from this city! (υŏᆺŏυ)  

THIS BLOG IS GOING ON HIATUS

Mega sorry, guys, but it’s Senior year for me and trying to run an askblog that meets up to my own standards of ‘good art’ is killing me! 

I might come back in the Summer, but it’s not definite. FOR NOW, I’ve made a garbage askblog with trash art you can interact with if you want?

ask858and855.tumblr.com 

"…I do. But if it is alright with you, I would—rather not share the information. The last person to know didn’t take it well and… I don’t want you to be upset." 

Especially not you.

Anyone but you.

He pulled out the sugar and began to fix 52’s cup of tea, taking a long pause before he continued to speak.

"I’m not… comfortable with talking about it, but…” He glanced to 52 again, briefly.

He looked back up quickly and studied A's face for a second.

"I think that.. All I really need to know right now is.. if you're going to be alright and.."

i doodled a bust of A in his alternate look for when his armor is sent in to get fixed and some new “skin” to go over the hole is being made

Played a game of Organ Trail with ask52, scavenger0168, and askfanpro0045

52, 168, and 45 were all infected. We were low on supplies. We were on the last level, and there were zombies everywhere.

A got downed

and by god

he got the fuck back up

because his friends

needed him

52 deserved to know. There was no reason for him to be denied the information, and… 52 was the only person left that A felt he could trust, even a little bit. He turned back to the counter.

At a loss for (organized) words, 52 managed to ask with a significantly paler complexion,