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[blueplaneto]

"Why are you staring at me again?"

The question breaks her out of the bubble of fantasy. She pulls herself upright, pretending that she has not been raking her eyes appreciatively across his figure. Oh, those muscles are delicious.

Though it’s unnecessary, for she somehow knows that this man will not buy her act. They’re both well-practiced liars after all. It doesn’t stop herself from trying to maintain her innocent image, however.

“Why, I-I haven’t been staring at you at all!”

[blueplaneto]

DANTE’S INFERNO TEST

REPOST - DON’T REBLOG

tagged by: @loudyetkindheartdoctor (thank you!! this was like 10 billion years ago tho omg im so sorry ahsfidkjd) tagging: whoever!!

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times.The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell!

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level. 

Purgatory Repending Believers                Very Low Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers    Very Low Level 2 Lustful                                          High Level 3 Gluttonous                                     High Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious                 Moderate Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy                     Moderate Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics             High Level 7 Violent                                           Very High Level 8 - The Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers Very High Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous                  Low

[blueplaneto]

"I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, Give me yours and watch what I can do with it."

Oh, she sees what the stranger is doing. And she isn’t going to entertain. “My, don’t you think you should tell me what you’re going to do with it first?”

[blueplaneto]

ready to ride the shoopuf?

“Isn’t that from a game?” How is she supposed to ride something in a game?

[blueplaneto]

🎅 here there little one I heard you been good girl so this year you will be receiving some clothes for Christmas ho ho ho!!

“Clothes? I hope they’re cute ones, Mr. Santa!” She isn’t too sure about being ‘good’ but if she’s getting cute clothes from a stranger, she isn’t going to complain about it.

[blueplaneto]

Leorio smile handing over an small present to the blonde "merry christmas"

“A present for me?” She accepts it with two hands, carefully staring at the wrapping paper. She has lived this long but she has never gotten tired of the joy of receiving gifts. “My, thank you! Merry Christmas!”

Though, she has to feel the slightest bit of guilt for not preparing a present for this man.

[blueplaneto]

blueplaneto:

   –A snap.

And the boy’s pitiful life is cut off. Later, she will tell the best friend that there has been an unfortunate accident. And she will look upon his grave with guilt–

No, that was a lie.  Her wrath transcends death.

Now I did warned you, Killua Zoldyck.

R I P Killua Zoldyck

[blueplaneto]

WE GOTTA RAP SOME POKEMON, YOU JUST DO THE SINGING, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE HARD PART

“You can sing it on your own.”

[blueplaneto]

*barges in here singing: FATHER KNOWS BEST*

“My father is dead.”

[blueplaneto]

so bisky you done your homework yet? independent studies are the worst huh

“Homework? Who does things like that?” Even beyond that, she doesn’t even have homework.

[blueplaneto]

leorio smile before handing over an apple to the blonde "it not much but happy thanksgiving!!"

“Ara, thank you!” She then pulls out an avocado from her pocket. “This isn’t much either, but it makes you look younger!”

[blueplaneto]

ignisxsicarius:

——-♜ Welp, if this is how Killua goes he might as well make it worthwhile.

          “W-what? You’re l-losing your hearing too? That face is r-really showing your a-age you know?” Killua grits out, smirk still evident. On his tomb will read ‘Killua Zoldyck, killed by brattiness’.

   --A snap.

And the boy’s pitiful life is cut off. Later, she will tell the best friend that there has been an unfortunate accident. And she will look upon his grave with guilt--

No, that was a lie.  Her wrath transcends death.

Now I did warn you, Killua Zoldyck.

[blueplaneto]

What is love?

“It’s the feeling you get when you see someone you love, and your heart jumps and surges...” She closes her eyes, letting out a happy sigh. “When you see handsome men, and their sexy muscles... That skip in your heart when they turn and pay attention to you...”

“That’s true love right there.”

[blueplaneto]

*Young man throw an balloon toward the blonde then start rummaging through her fridge hoping it distract her enough so he can escape once he eaten all her food*

She pops the balloon easily with a quick thrust of her finger and immediately catches the offender red-handed.

“Stealing is a crime, you know.”

[blueplaneto]

he should that kid really respect wing for his teachings and I bet he be more shock he learn that information from you

“What are you talking about? A teacher will have their own teachers. Why will that be shocking?”

[blueplaneto]

Need a foot rub?

“But are you good? I wouldn’t let just anyone do a foot rub for me.”

[blueplaneto]

did wing still have trouble tucking his shirt in when you was teaching him nen?

“That’s right.  He’s such a klutz.” Can he really teach well? Maybe she should visit him one of these days.