[ Which Type Of Nameless Ghoul Are You ? ] 🌀

Hi Nikolai :). I was wondering if you had some words of affirmation for me? I just got some insecurities about my body brought up by my ex about how I’m unproportional with my weight…

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Only a miserable, unworthy and pathetic person will use the way someone's body is to try and make another person doubt their worth. Do not listen to this disgusting ex of yours, they are an ex-partner for good reason. You should only worry about taking care of your body to keep it as healthy as you can, which is not easy already. None of the fools that cannot see your true beauty in the way you are right now matter, they should, as we say in Russia, пойти нахуй.

Come find me in my hangar and I shall prove to you that a real man knows how to appreciate the beauty of a human being, not a plastic doll with unrealistic proportions.

Also give me the name of your ex and their address. I think some of my comrades are eager to pay a friendly visit.

how to grow the fuck up

today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy

You wanna join him? Yknow what, I’ll even set it up so it’s live AND in person.

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It is very awkward to run into you here.

Hello.

😐

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Don’t tell on me.

-Vent Shadow

At least you get to enjoy it in 4K!

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It is very awkward to run into you here.

Hello.

😐

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Don’t tell on me.

-Vent Shadow

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Just wanna let you know bc of your last post talking about how you’re scared butcher Simon’s development sucks - NO NO NO DO NOT SAY THAT HOLY SHIT YOU ARE A ETHEREAL BEING SENT DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS TO BRING ALL OF US AMAZING WRITING!!!! DONT DOUBT YOUR SKILL AND AMAZINGNESS!!!!

I literally did not expect anyone to react to it it was just to voice my worries but your message almost has me in tears.

Thank you so much, I don't think you know how much this encourages me. I genuinely teared up over it. Stuff like this makes me want to write even more.

Also currently struggling with some bike logistics so if anyone is knowledgeable about motorbikes please help me. I need it to make sense.

Thank you nonnie I will reread this whenever I struggle.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a childhood friend Johnny truther. Like, the man is made to be your best friend growing up who’s in love (obsessed) with you.

But childhood friend Simon? Ohhhhhh bitch.

Childhood friend Simon who looked forward to seeing what colors your braids or pigtails were tied in. Little Simon Riley who played rock paper scissors with you across church. Pre-teen Simon Riley whose mum sent him to yours sometimes, and he always looked so drawn and anxious at first, but you’d do everything to coax a smile from him. Teen Simon Riley who punched a boy in the hall for grabbing your ass even though he’d catch hell from his dad for it.

Your best friend Simon Riley who is quiet and pensive, but has a heart of gold. Who breaks your heart when he admits with guilty eyes that he’s enlisting as soon as he’s of age. And you hug him tight, promising that you understand, that you’re proud of him.

Your favorite person Simon Riley, who you kiss that day he’s set to ship out. He gives you his last boyish smile and breathes against your hair when you hug one last time, memorizing the scent of you.

Simon Riley, who writes and writes and writes to you until one day he stops. Simon Riley, who you take a bullet for when they come for his family because they knew to come for you too.

Simon riley who isn’t there when you wake up in hospital, having missed the funeral. But there are daisies on the nightstand - you used to pick them together in your backyard.

They tell you Simon Riley is dead, but you see him watching mournfully across the street one day and storm up to him, his pretty brown eyes going wide.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize you with your face covered, Simon Riley?”

You drag him into a sobbing hug and he grips you tight. Lets you cry all the tears he can’t anymore. You still smell the same in the ways that matter - like his.

I was originally looking for a reference on Pinterest but I saw this and went, “Oh, hey, that’s the daily König sketch, yup.”