I think you should all know that I won’t be on here very often because I’ve finally started up the web comic I have been planning for the past few months and I’ll slowly be posting some of the panels on tumblr at loverschains.tumblr.com
I also have an art blog where I’ll be posting WIP’s of characters and other art that I’ll be doing which is bariansonparade.tumblr.com
also my personal blog is always open if any of you want to talk to me at gi-lag.tumblr.com
If you have any questions about my comic or my art, send them to my art blog. If you have any questions for me, or any questions in particular like wanting to start a conversation, send them to my personal blog. This blog is officially on a semi-hiatus~!
// Lysandre this is for you
rua-the-vulpe asked: "Now you just sound like some schoolgirl..."
He didn’t care what he sounded like, he was absolutely smitten with the white haired man. The red head giggled again, playing with his hair. ”I wonder if he thinks I’m still cute…” He giggled again.
rua-the-vulpe asked: "Books are Lysander's best friends~"
Castiel let out a loud, dreamy sigh; putting his hands on his cheeks. ”He has that smell of old books… But he also smells like lavender and vanilla it’s so… Indescribable how he makes me feel.” He giggled, a blush spreading across his cheeks
what are books
a--poetic--symphony asked: Awkwardly, Lysander attempts a soft smile "Hello Castiel....how....have you been?"
Castiel’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly. He stared for a moment, took in all of the details of the man before him. Was it… Really him? After all this time? He took a deep breath in, his breath shook as he exhaled. He bit on his lip to hold back tears. No, no that’s not what I want the first thing Lysandre to see after all this time; he screamed at himself silently. He walked over to Lysandre, remaining silent. The red head lifted his arms up and gently ran his finger tips over the other male’s cheeks, running them down from the tips of his cheek bones the the bottom of his jaw. Noticeably, his breathing had picked up drastically, shivering just being near the other after such a long time apart. He opened his mouth to speak, all that could come out was small whimpers. He gripped tightly to the fabric of the other’s vest he oh-so-commonly wore. Castiel slowly rested his head against the others chest.
He could smell the faint smell of old parchment, mixed with vanilla and lavender; a scent he dearly missed. Castiel tilted his head up, grey meeting with the mysterious golden and green. He slowly wrapped his arms around Lysandre’s waist, his body going fairly limp. ”L-Lysandre… I-I can’t believe I’m…” Castiel sniffled, his eyes stinging with tears. ”I’ve been… Awful, since you left. I’ve been a wreck…” He retracted from the embrace, twirling the ring on his left ring finger. ”I-I’m still wearing the ring I bought back in July, see?” He no longer held back his tears, holding up his hand to show the other. The tears silently slipped down the other’s cheeks. ”I thought something terrible had happened to you…”
and my side of the drama begins now
have fun guys
im about to start like 5 pounds of drama
sunflowerpearl asked: "Excuse me, deary!" Poesy called down the hall to the only existing person, as everyone else was probably in class. She shuffled up to him with a cheek to cheek smile. "Could you possibly point me on the direction of room 114?"
The red head’s eye twitched slightly. ”Deary? Really?” He whispered to himself. He needed a cigarette before he could help this new girl. He pointed in the general direction of it as he pushed the doors to the courtyard open.
The more I learn about Satanism, the less horrendous it seems. Not even kidding.
That’s cause non-theistic Satanism is more about worshipping yourself and sorta treating others how you want to be treated etc
satanism is actually really solid like the Fifth Satanic Rule of the Earth says not to make sexual advances unless you are given consent
satan seems like a pretty nice guy
This week on “I didn’t know I was a Satanist”
Wait till you hear the Nine Satanic Sins
5. Herd conformity
6. Lack of perspective
7. Forgetfulness of past orthodoxies
8. Counterproductive pride
9. Lack of aesthetics
That’s right. If you ain’t got no style, you be sinning.
oh damn, im worshiping satan