❛ ✞┋ғ ɪ ʀ ᴇ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ .

save me from hell

              ❛ if you like people or have a sense of how to use a blade. ❜

unfortunate

                a HEAVY sigh, shoulders sagged with it before a hand raised to run through his hair. the jab for all it was… it was true, king didn’t really bother with actual people a lot. 

                             ❛ it’s naturally wavy, i don’t do much with it. easier to comb it back. ❜

i LIVED in a church

@crxdus replied to your post: go 2 church y’all nasties

so did yukio

@crxdus replied to your post: go 2 church y’all nasties

look at us now

@purgatiio

                   “Don’t you ever, like—-   I don’t know,

                                                get cold- ??”

He looking rather pointedly at her clothing choices—— Or lack there of. Honestly, he feels chilly just thinking about having so much skin showing. Though he has to admit, he likes her ink.

“busy fooling around that is. there’s something i wanna ask you.”

      ❛  ------  ugh ,  god  damn  it  y'made  me  lose . 

              ❛ ….. is that all ? a haircut won’t change much. ❜

                his brows furrow.

                              ❛ WHAT would you suggest then … ? ❜

              ❛ my reputation and presence already serve do to that well enough. ❜                  fans offer though and he still hates it.

                     a  snort .

            ❛ ….. why ? it’s fine the way it is. ❜

                                          four words   (  accepting  )

                                         four words     (  accepting  )

      ❛  m’fine ,  kiddo .

                    her  words  were  countered  by  dark  circles  rimming  her  eyes ,  hair  disheveled ,  voice  even  raspier  than  usual .  but  she  was  fine ,  she  was  always  fine .  nothing  was  too  much  for  the  badass  shura  kirigakure  --  especially  not  in  front  of  marceline .  she’d  work  herself  to  death  before  allowing  herself  to  show  signs  of  weakness  ( when  she  actually  worked ) .

                    flashing  a  lazy  smile  in  the  other’s  direction ,  an  arm  draped  itself  over  marceline’s  shoulders ,  nose  faintly  burrowing  itself  into  auburn  strands .  a  rare  display  of  affection  that  was  also  a  sure  sign  of  her  fatigue .