「The Story 'Life And Death Companions' Wants To Continue.」

VIKTOR

Claim

Dragon's treasure

Transcribed: [I can still feel it, the stench of this alien thing. Whoi gave you the right To put your claim on him.

Congratulations!

Pardon? You found something you wish to do at long last, I see

Oh how I wished to break that wretched thing right there and then

Now it matters little to me

Your blood, your body, your soul

You are mine]

im very late for valentines day but heres a comic about confessing

The way orv says even the most boring, cliche, convoluted story is worth telling if it is loved. The way orv says people are stories made up of everything they've experienced and everyone they've known throughout their lives. The way orv says I love you. You are a story worth telling.

URARAKA MY QUEEN!!

Having many ochako thoughts lately

cooking some leg studies ❤️~

Password

Dan Heng: How’d you guys hack into my Netflix account?

Caelus: Hack is a stretch. I guessed the password.

Stelle: Same, maybe next time don’t make it so obvious.

March: Even I figured it out, first try too.

You: *typing something on the computer* I’m the password?!

Dan Heng: STOP BREAKING INTO MY NETFLIX ACCOUNT!!

yakuza boss’s daughter!reader who lives as nothing more than your father’s bargaining chip. beautiful, young, and with a powerful family name, he wants to marry you off to the highest bidder. however, there’s a “curse” that seems to follow you.

on the night of your first wedding and every wedding after that, the groom ends up murdered. you don’t know who’s behind the murders or why; all you know is that this harbinger of death might unknowingly be your guardian angel.

when a young, bold new boss takes over an established group, this cocky newcomer wants to prove that he doesn’t shy away from challenges. it’s why he proposes to you, and more than happy to get rid of you, your father agrees. either this new kid gets killed or you finally become some other man’s problem. it’s a win-win.

tired of this life and the men in it, no one knows that you’ve been secretly finding ways to reach out to your husband-to-be’s assassin. on the night of your wedding, the hitman’s coming. this time, he’s taking you out.

only, the masked man who breaks into your room on the night before your wedding doesn’t come to kill you like you’ve planned. instead, he’s got you frozen in fear and anticipation on your bed as he stalks closer and closer to you, his steps slow and deliberate.

“i didn’t save your life all those times just for you to request for me to come kill you.” the deep timber of his voice sounds familiar. sounds like the voice you’ve heard negotiating with your father over the speaker of his phone…

he’s removing his mask as the bed creaks below the two of you; his knees sink into the mattress, his body above yours. even in the dark, even after all these years, you recognize him. it’s character, the young orphan boy you remember seeing in the halls, taken under some underboss’s wing. the two of you used to play together. he had been frail and starved, beaten and scarred. you had been dragged away from him and forbidden to see him ever again when you were caught with him, and ever since that day, you never saw him again. but it’s him, you know it’s him. he has the same kind eyes.

you whisper his name curiously, and he smiles.

“so you do remember me.” and he leans down, his face so close to yours. “surely death couldn’t be better than marrying me, right? after all, everything i’ve done so far was all for you.”

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