dungeon meshi fans should all kiss me on the mouthh i make realu shitty meme redraws :]
image id: a re draw of the 'hey girl i mean they' meme with falin touden. the text is replaced with 'hey girl i mean elf' and is cropped poorly on purpose. her eyes are barely open and she looks smug. end id
second image: a redraw of the 'wine guy' meme, resembling a twitter post made by the wine guy. on the left is chilchuck taking a selfie and the right is a wine bottle in the bisexual flag colors. the caption reads 'Nothing better than a glass of #RedWine... Except maybe #Men #Yep #ImBisexual' all the hashtags are light blue. it has a date and 'twitter for dungeon' written underneath. end id
third image: a redraw of that twilight picture where edward and jacob are edited to be holding eachother instead of bella. laios is in jacob's place smiling and chilchuck is hugging him from behind. chilchuck looks a bit pissed off and is also like half laios's height so it looks goofy. end id
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do you guys ever think about how out of them all farleigh was the next real thing. felix haunted the hallways of saltburn with his electric rays of light of naiveté, not malicious but borne of wealth and shelter, and oliver reached for that light like it was the sun. the cattons were adjacent, fantastical islands of that pool of light, and oliver was a drying plant that never saw the real thing and mistook a lamp for a life. an insidious parasitic vine, it's his nature. he offered felix the attention, the quiet adoration, he offered the other cattons the stares, the touch, the longing. and felix was a fantasy, a ghost since day one, a promise of warmth.
but farleigh was there. he was real. he was burning with anger and rage and boiling just beneath the skin. and it irritated oliver, it made him feel something that he couldn't control, and he couldn't control farleigh because he had nothing to offer him: not attention, because farleigh could see right through that front, not control, because you cannot control a 20-year-old incessant fire, not the surrender of it because power and wealth has been a low-hanging, spoiled fruit for farleigh, he yearns for and despises it, he has no desire for it.
killing off a lamplight is painfully reversable, mundane, easy; switch on and off at will, you will not feel a moral dillemma. it is in oliver's nature. but farleigh was real. and what can you do, accustomed to imitation of heat, when met with the raging warmth of life? do you guys think that alive and angry, farleigh was the next real thing. do you think he must live because oliver must know that there is a life at all. do you think
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