I LOVE THE TAGS ON THIS REBLOG AJSBSJSVSJSJ AHAHAHAHA

I LOVE THE TAGS ON THIS REBLOG AJSBSJSVSJSJ AHAHAHAHA

albedo rents an apartment pt 2

hell yeah fashion queen and an absolute cutie!!

You're getting married to your Tumblr pfp how fucked are u

《𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊》

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Somber and Solmen the night revealed itself to be. It was strange how he felt the darkness to come as soon as he stood up from the chair where the night's later events were planned. Although late time should have held a sort of ease and comfort, seeing as it isn't usual for the mafiosi to have a full free day set only for their pleasures, this single capo couldn't shake the heavy feeling of unexplainable dread off his chest. It made no sense, and yet, he expected it. He expected a moment where his paranoia would hold him captive. For the past ten years Risotto was so used to alway being on edge, never rewarded with the sweet release of reassurance. He could never be sure when a plan would go downhill, or when his men would deal fatal threat. Thus, so is the life of a capo. Unrewarding, and yet when the time miraculously comes, it's unfamiliar to the point of neverending fear and megalomania. It felt like tonight was just just enigma of what he'd wish to be a good moment. He knew that wouldn't be fully promised.

Step after step ahead to his office which he resides in, Risotto's head loops in on itself with infinity of questions. Would it make sense for fate to align so dramatically to form a path almost impossible? Or was he just too eaten up by this darkened life to the point of mental erosion?

Tonight was a night where he and his men would have to dress nicely for the first time in a long while. It was odd for him to search so deep within his closet. Some items would clearly need dusting or a good steam. Item after item, Risotto picked the only suit he has, with the shoes along with it. In a second, he has an idea as to why the night felt so wrong. He knew it. The night had promised itself to not leave this broken man without testing his fragile heart further. The sight of his older clothing sent his heartstrings collapsing in a second. It was this horrible memory that would haunt the rest of his week. He didn't even dare pick up the hoodie that once belonged to his late cousin. A shame it was that they were both too young to save themselves. An eveb bigger shame it wasn't Risotto inside that grave that would keep the mourners coming to cry hours on end for his lost, young soul. It would have been better. It would have been better than to live like this, with the shame of weakness and toxic strength that would remind him how accountable he's held for the incompetence of his proclaimed protection. This night wasn't ever going to try bettering itself for him. Not now, not in the next life. There was always a reason to make it worse.

i'm still not over the one that called my art akin to the flavor of marshmallows it's so sweet and I honestly feel like I gained like 1000 hp because of that

i think i speak for just about all content creators when i say that i level up every time someone reblogs my shit and adds nice tags

I have come to terms with the fact that I, in fact simp for Rook Blonko from the show ben 10 omniverse 2012-2014 created by man of action.

Melone in a dress has been on my mind for MONTHS now and i just had to doodle it

ong he is so pretty <3

why has nobody thought of this yet?????