#langurorousness

-gladly hands you a crown.- ; v ;

awwww yis, my time has come. 

the ship has long since sailed

these idiots don’t realize it until it’s too late

exactly. like, it’s the kind of realization that slams into them while they’re laying in bed that night and there’s no going back from that. that’s the sound of hell freezing over.

bel’s the reason why the varia is 10x more fun

Shake It Off plays in the background

SOMETHING EVERYONE CAN GET BEHIND ON

[ Fran’s hair is serious business ]

{✘} » — There were a multitude of reasons that he disliked                his position in the Varia. For one thing, he was                fairly certain that his boss remained under the                impression that he was twelve. There was also                the resounding fact that their second in command                appeared to only have two volumes: loud and                louder.

               Lussuria often proved to be the most tolerable                of the lot, albeit in small doses, meanwhile Levi’s                existence in general skyrocketed towards the top                of the list. At least he had the luxury of being able                to ignore said existence in its entirety (even Xanxus                seemed to often forget they had Lightning guardian                to begin with).

               And then there was this asshole...

               The monarch of menaces, the creme de la creepy,                and most importantly, the perpetual thorn in his                side. Who he had wronged in a past life to be                sentenced to dealing with Belphegor was a                question he continued to ask his teacher, but to                no avail.

               He was lazy, arrogant, irritating; the absolute                epitome of everything the team rookie couldn’t                stand in a person (could he even be considered                a person?), rolled up into the most inconvenient                package he’d ever had the displeasure of receiving.                And, of course, he didn’t come with an option to return                to sender, which landed Fran in his present predicament                of actually having to put up with his partner.

               Verdant lenses seem to examine the door leading to the                other’s room before he enters without permission. The                way he sees it, there’s a knife awaiting him on the other                side regardless, might as well not accidentally give the                impression that he respects his superior officer.