Well 2016 was quite the ride, but I’m adamant in ending this year on a high note! Thank you to all of you guys so much for being with me for this long. Especially considering the asshole I roleplay. What started off as a crack blog has become one of my favourite RP experiences on tumblr and to be quite honest, I did not expect to become so attached to a character like Giovanni. But it’s really all thanks to you guys, the people I roleplay with who’ve helped me discover all of the intricacies to his character and made even me appreciate this asshole. So thank you to all of you guys and here’s hoping that 2017 will be brighter and full of laughter!

Happy New Years to everyone! 

art credit!

Gross people: love you guys anyway.

@tsukiakari, @kingmenethil, @sombrc, @alabasti, @eyesofwater, @splitcomplementary

Pokehell squad: i guess you guys are cool.

@undinaes, @ofpalletown, @silvcrsoul , @starmarkcd, @skulliisms

Amazing peeps: we might not interact that much, but I still love seeing you guys on my dash and hope with 2017 we can have threads and other cool stuff going!

   yeah, it has been a long time. color him surprised to see him. after all the days and eventually weeks bled past and out of focus, he’d started thinking of him less and less. after you’ve been on your own for so long, and someone pops up into your life, you get used to the idea that they’ll dissolve. it pisses him off that that pisses him off. his anger is an ouroboros, devouring itself in an endless cycle of idiocy. when you’ve lived a life where you deserve your loneliness, you’d think you’d get used to it. then some fucker with a shit-eating grin pops up and ruins it all.

   when he approaches, when eyes take in the sight of him and his stupid, outstretched arms, delsin experiences something that shouldn’t actually even be possible. people don’t have their heart leap in their chest only for it to instantly descend like a stone. he shouldn’t feel any semblance of excitement. because he got away. he really got away from him for a bit, if at least only for a short period of time.

   the sinister air this vulture always has around him like a thick, heavy cloak keeps delsin at bay, keeps him from stepping forward. making any move at all. he looks him up and down with a tired expression. being used as an entertainment device yet again doesn’t sound like a fun game to prop his feet up to.

   “mm, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to run off to god-knows-where, buddy. i’m a complex kind of cannibal, and i don’t appreciate you doing the whole… you know, manipulation bullshit and fading out on me.” his words are clipped, and he turns on his heels. if anything, delsin can try to distance himself at this point. it’ll be easier than it was when they first met.

   despite everything. despite the rope that tugs when he thinks of their shared bloodlust. all these feelings, all of these… distractions that his twin had provided before–they’re the unwelcome family member who sleeps on the fucking couch, and they gotta go. self-preservation has always been his dirty little monopolization, and he’s gotta keep standing by it.