#devouring hive

Chocoholics unite~

chubbykanmuses Try very, very hard to go against it. ...or give up. devouring-hive Only two roads! Pull up the bootstraps, or slip on some sandals.

It’s a Gensokyan staple, to be stupid~

It’s a cold December night, the week of Christmas and the night of one of the most high brow art exhibitions in the realm, hosted by one Alexander Herst, a savant of nearly every style of painting ever created. The man is highly respected and practically worshipped but Cotton really can’t stand him. She stood idly beside her brother, who had dressed in a purple suit the same shade as his eyes with a black turtleneck, while she wore a black suit with a much more flattering purple turtleneck. They stood outside the exhibition, watching the snow fall gently onto the stone brick roundabout, the sides of which the cars of the richest patrons parked; Ferraris, Porsches, and other fancy cars. Many reporters stood to the sides of the red carpet leading into the large museum, the architecture old and gothic, giving it an ominous appearance, yet it carried a sense of opulence with golden pillars and gargoyles with gems for eyes, long flowing banners hung from the black tiled roof, one of which was ivory white with purple trimmings. Every artist who had their work selected to be shown had a banner styled after them. The white and purple banner was styled after Cotton, who was beginning to have eyes turn to her, she had already had to ‘kindly’ ask a reporter to, and I quote, “fuck off.” As of now, that is the second time Wool has ever heard Cotton swear. Many celebrities came to the event, many big names in the art world, Leonardo DiCaprio was said to have been spotted but Wool doesn’t believe that. For now, the siblings wait for the gals.

devouring-hive

devouring-hive How so?

Forget drinking blood, Flan drinks only pure saccharides at this point it seems!