nose-nippin-fun:

((Since everyone’s convinced Pitch’s robe is made of shadows, can you imagine Pitch singing his own version of Let it Go, flinging his arms out during the last chorus, and causing that robe to replace his Generals uniform XD;;))

wanderingpooka-april:

April’s brow stitched together as she sat up on the bed. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she tried her best to figure out how to answer to Rohano’s statement.  April crossed her arms and leaned in closer to Rohano, and smiled playfully. ”But that’s not the point, I’m afraid. You said like I looked lost and desperate when I was dying. And you know what? You’re right. I was desperate to not want to die a second time. I already had died once in my lifetime; it was equally painful and slow. I didn’t want to relive that experience again. You try dying twice in the same equally slow and painful manner and tell me how you like it.”

April pursed her lips and leaned in closer to Rohano. “And yes there’s a reason why I asked you to kiss me, Rohano.” She breathed, her playful demeanor dropping into a more serious tone. “Yes I was desperate to try and survive again, but I’m not going to go up to anyone and ask that either. You’re the closest male friend I have and I was running short on time.” April paused and leaned back, her eyes were being pricked by tears forming as she attempted to keep them hidden. “I thought you’d at least understand in terms of the condition I was in. And yes, for confirmation sake I was expecting the kiss. All my life my mother told me love was a powerful and strange force that existed between people. Call me naive or crazy but I was convinced, so I figured love didn’t have to necessarily be romantic to be true love. Any act of love would surfice really for at the time. But yes -you’re right- I said a kiss. Heavens forbid, Rohano!” She snapped in a rather heated tone she was unaware she was bottling up.

“But I suppose since I am so attached to the lifestyle I have as well the friends I made, I was all the more desperate to live. But you know what? What can be expected of a doe who grew up never really knowing what love truly is hmmm?! Talk about ridiculous, Rohano. Do you not understand that? I was desperate for an extreme act of love because back when I was alive I never experienced. Not once. You want to talk about love and desperation for a kiss looking odd? You try growing up where your father treats you next to nothing in comparison and would put you to the ground and scream at you while yanking at your bangs. Try living in a home where you had no say in your marriage and where your adorned twin did. And when you were married off to the mate your father chose, your mate turned out to be a complete jerk, and made you feel just as low as yourself as before if not more.And despite it all you put your best efforts forth only for everything to be violently ripped out from under you in a genocide. You want to still think less off of me because I don’t have a firm understanding of what love is; fine. That’s your choice. But I thought you’d be the most understanding.”

When she leaned in closer he simply smirked a bit more, watching her carefully. He was fully intrigued with her playful attitude, but as she got more serious, he raised a brow.

The closest male friend she had. In truth, he knew that was why. Who else was even around? And her frustration with it— with what had happened— that was coming out now more than ever.

As she went on, he raised his chin more, watching attentively. Eventually, he had leaned back, slowly more and more as time went by. Eventually enough to cross his arms, even. He simply stood there, face almost blank, arms crossed in complete stillness and his eyes on her’s, unmoving and unblinking. 

Her frustration was rising. 

an abusive family, a wasted life— she seemed to really see it that way, not to mention— and a struggle with everything related to life and death.

She was quite a bit of a mess.

He stood there in silence a moment after she finished, then dipped his head a little. “Mmh, that’s the old struggle, isn’t it. Do any of us really know what “love” is, darlin?” Well I’ve heard claim and claim again of what it means, ideas from all around.” He rested an arm on a support of the bed, averting his gaze now and then. “People stating they know what it means. Romanticizing their own lives; and using it as a base for their ideologies no less. Making reason t’ run away with somebody. Keeping people bound by blood relation. Marrying people off." And his last statement he looked to her again, eyes knowing. "I never lived in a pookan culture where anyone was married off, that I can assure you. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to sympathize. But violence and dismissal? Weeeell maybe I can. Our lives can seem so short, everyone’s rushing to make sense of ‘em. But, well…."

He stopped, closing his eyes briefly and putting on a bit of a smirk. “Look at us now, ey? What is this, d’ ya think? You allowed to wander as a spirit, and I— the rest of us— apparently just as eternal. In the same state. Wanderin’ around a planet that ain’t even ours.”

naughtylist-jack:

//oh god i made a personal

http://taconel.tumblr.com/

THAT’S WHAT THAT BLOG IS

naughtylist-jack:

of-the-pookan-race:

naughtylist-jack:

of-the-pookan-race:

naughtylist-jack:

of-the-pookan-race:

naughtylist-jack:

AYY HELLO PORN BLOG WHO STARTED FOLLOWING ME

are any of us surprised

im not in the mood for your fucking sass tonight roho 

*z snap*

"oh dear, I wonder what that could feel like, please excuse my ignorance."

you’re excused 

*glares*

*smirks*

naughtylist-jack:

of-the-pookan-race:

naughtylist-jack:

of-the-pookan-race:

naughtylist-jack:

AYY HELLO PORN BLOG WHO STARTED FOLLOWING ME

are any of us surprised

im not in the mood for your fucking sass tonight roho 

*z snap*

"oh dear, I wonder what that could feel like, please excuse my ignorance."

you’re excused 

*glares*