too rich for yo~

NEW MERCH

My niche is having these guys in average clothes. Dont put em in beautiful intricate ourfits stuff em in a hoodie, t shirt ans their PJ'S I NEEEED IT

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

I made this illustration in collaboration with @春醴记工作室 Studio! I never imagined seeing so much love and so many beautiful artworks celebrating Pierrot’s birthday! I’m truly delighted!

I also made another fun one as an extra little tribute haha!

By the way, some of you may have seen the earlier post where the symbol on Pierrot’s left arm had the wrong color. That was completely my fault, sorry about that hehe. I was so excited that I let that slip by!

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Yui genuinely enjoys the thought of being a Cupid. Although she may be shy about grasping the full concept of Love, she admires how a Cupid's love is heavenly and has always thought that a Strong and Loyal desire of passion was a beautiful thing.

Yui has studied the true potential a Cupid really has, she studied the classical mythology of a Cupid, until one day she woke and, and from there, she knew that it was her destiny to help couples that we’re meant to be in the future eventually fall in love. How exactly did she become a Cupid herself? That, she was unsure of, but she didn't mind it one bit.

Yui has always been an attractive Young Female, she carries with her a soft and pure luminescence that guided her all throughout her lifetime. Wherever she went, she would always have a faint smell of roses, a significant scent that matches her doll like appearance and her gorgeous natural rosy cheeks.

Yui although being a Cupid, she has smaller wings than the average sized Cupid. To match her adorable and shy personality, she was gifted with smaller wings, but without any realization, she didn't realize that the smaller her wings we're, the more power she will be able to withstand and obtain. She's as fragile as porcelain, and others may say that she represents a goddess. She has always displayed a kind and nurturing nature towards other individuals, and for that reason, she earned that title.

At first, Yui had absolutely no clue of whatsoever when it came to using or controlling her powers, but all she had to do was take her first shot with an arrow, and she was actually a natural learner. Her ability to navigate around unseen and flutter her wings we're magnificent in this Alternative. Surprisingly, she was awfully socially awkward when it came to socializing with other Cupid's, her first response to an introduction conversation was similarly to this: “Uhm... I'm Yui Komori.. please to meet you as well!” As soon as you get to know her, she's a very outgoing and optimistic person, but from first glance, she's a respectful, shy, and bright female who expresses her qualities wonderfully.

Yui would always follow this pathway that was lit with candles that smelled like Lavender, leading to a small garden. She will always have picnics in that specific area, reading her favorite books and drinking a cup of tea as the Moonlight reflected on her hair and onto the nearby river's waters. Sometimes, she will speak to the small plants that we're there, doodling them on the small corners of her Diary as she quickly jotted down notes of her environment, anything that she found unique, intriguing, or glamorous that caught her attention.

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shu falls for a sacrificial bride, who suffered the same fate as all the rest

warnings: mentions of death, gore and violence

— lonely is the room, the bed is made | shu

Sacrifices weren’t given funerals.

Sacrifices were scraped off the floor and buried in unmarked graves on unmarked hillsides. They ceased to exist as soon as their brittle, broken bones hit the cold, damp earth. Tasted, tested, forgotten. That was the way of things.

Why, then, did Shu feel like a piece of him was buried with this last one, out there in that forest, that haunted sea of soil and corpses?

He didn’t follow the familiar that disposed of her, nor did he mark the spot where she now lay. Too troublesome to stare at a heap of dirt, to know that the girl beneath is now just a mangled mass of sinew and innards and torn skin. There was no point in grieving that, was there?

But she would not let him seal this away like he allowed her to be.

Her screams cut through dreamless sleep, piercing over strings and sonatas. They rang in his ears as if the throat they were torn from still existed.

And every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Her gaze, frantic and fawn-wide as she was dragged away by her torn shirt-collar. Her quivering hands reaching for him, each finger joint taut with their own separate pleas.

He saw lacquered wooden door gleaming as it slammed shut, a plank of wood that he could have easily splintered to get to the other side.

But he did not. Would not.

That same door stood now, intact as ever, thrown open to the bowels of her last living moments.

The blood and guts were scrubbed away, the room combed over until it looked unlived in. There sat the same four poster bed with its creamy pink duvet, and the cherry wood vanity with the bite of nail marks along its surface.

It was the same room that a hundred girls lived and cried and died in. It was the maw of a beast, always ready for the next one to come along…

And it was stripped bare. There was nothing left, nothing physical, that belonged to her. Not her useless trinkets scattered along the desk or her cream-coloured coat that she kept slung over the back of her chair. Not even a whisper of scent remained.

Rain beat against the window, the wind howling and slamming against the glass. Shu opened it with shaking fingers, letting its icy tendrils spill over the window seat cushions and washing over him in rivulets.

She would be with him forever now, the memory of her.

He remembers her as the rain begins to seep through his cardigan. Her, with the sunlight gliding over her hair in the golden stillness of early morning. Her, warm and soft and alive in his hands, pulse ticking beneath his palm and blood velvet on his tongue. Her, broken and battered and unrecognisable, reduced to an aftermath.

This manor had never lacked for ghosts. This very place was a tomb… his, hers, what does it matter?

All he knew was that he had welcomed another haunting. This nothing-girl would follow him to the end of his miserable immortal life.

He could hear her voice on the wind as it rushed into the room. Branches careened against one another as the weather swelled and surged.

Thunder cracked in the distance. Frigid fingers, gnarled and soil-crusted, closed iron-bound around his neck.

How could you let this happen to me? a gusty throat wailed, mournful and accusatory. How could you?

Something knocked rhythmically in the night storm as he choked on tears he had no right to. It was a heartbeat, slowing towards an inevitable end. It was her again, crying out;

It’s been a heavy and painful time .

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those who passed away, The images and videos stay in my mind and don’t leave me,

I’ve spent many days crying and mourning.

But I’m back now .....

I still carry hope for a better future for my country ! my beautiful lovely country !

And who knows… maybe next time it will be me who dies ! I don’t give a single fuck about my life , I'm not better than the others , I’m ready for whatever comes to me !

Please keep us in your prayers. Ask Jesus Christ to protect us, give us strength, and stand with us during this painful time.

I just wanted to come back while I’m still alive, because Tumblr is one of the few places that brings me comfort and happiness.

I missed you all btw.