Leave me a face in my ask and I’ll tell you:
(◕‿◕✿) — My top 5 favorite bands
(｡♥‿♥｡) — If I have a crush
ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) — Something I’ve wanted for a long time
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ — What makes me happy
(✖╭╮✖) — What makes me sad
(。・_・。) — Something that is so horrible I wonder why it exists
(⊙_◎) — Something that drives me crazy
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ — What angers me the most
My followers are fucking sex gods
My followers are loyal subjects that I do quite enjoy spending time around.
“My followers are so sexy I will gladly have a massive orgy with every single one of them.” he grinned.
((OMG THANK YOU!!! <3333))
((UGH. EVERYTHING BY GOOD SMILE IS AMAZING!))
((INDEEEED *-* Now I want Madoka… TwT))
“No.” Loke said firmly. He always believed he needed permission to touch a princess, but sometimes, he /needed/ to hold them, even if they didn’t want it. “No, Lua. I’m not going to stay away. Not until you calm down.” Loke whispered.
Lua gasped at his words, and it was then when she realised she had actually stopped breathing before. Suddenly tears began streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t even remember when was the last time she cried, but she didn’t care, it wasn’t something she could stop. Her feelings were too overwhelming.
“L… Loke… I could hurt you. I’m not… stable right now, I’m dangerous. You have no idea about the things I’ve done, I…” she chocked with her own tears, pulling a hand up to her eyes trying to put them away, and breathing in short gasps. “I couldn’t stand it if I did something to you…!”
“Something? Lua, you could burn half my face off and I’d still like you… I don’t think you’d ever hurt me purposely, now, would you? Your worrying right now proves that point.” Loke stroked her back in slow, circular patterns. He grimaced, the gloom originating from Lua reaching his own senses. “I promise nothing will happen.”
“Purposely? Does that even matter??” her mood suddenly changed into a more upset one, and she snapped, turning back and facing him, her eyes still filled with tears and her face red from the congestion, her voice volume rising. “If I go psycho and attack you, if I kill you, then it doesn’t matter if it’s on purpose or not! Nothing will matter anymore! You’ll be dead, goddammit!!”. She shouted that last part, grabbing him by the neck sleeves of his shirt with trembling hands.
Loke winced, startled by the sudden movement. The words leaving her lips were shocking and scary, but he needed bravery to protect the people he loved. Though the fear could be seen in his eyes, Loke pierced through the feeling. “I’m not going to leave my best friend just over some worry that may never happen!”
Lua kept silent at that statement. Even if fear was reflected in his eyes, his words came loud and clear, not an ounce of doubt could be found in them. A few more tears rolled down her cheeks just before she let go of his shirt and her body went limb, strength leaving her as she gave up, and fell in between his arms.
"Just…. promise me you’ll run away if I start acting weirdly… okay?" she whispered, drowning her few tears in his chest.