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@crashclive
still have too many followers on here
this blog will never accept that hair.
that’s an abomination.
right here
so if anyone wants to hunt me down, i will try to be there!
CALENDARESQUES, an open roleplay group for PERSONIFICATIONS OF MONTHS, HOLIDAYS and DAYS OF THE WEEK!!
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I NAME / ALIAS. Sarah / Blue II BIRTHDAY. 7th August III ZODIAC SIGN. Leo IV HEIGHT. 180 cm V. TIME. 19:30 VI. SLEEP. ,,,,,dont VII. FAVORITE BOOKS. Temeraire Series VIII. FAVORITE ARTISTS. BigB---- BT---- ...someone korean probably IX. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED. Deadpool X. COLLEGE. eeeeh XII. DREAM JOB. psychologist/psychotherapist or voice actor XIII. THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. he’s called gildarts clive and he crashes things
your hair is pumpkin color. white girls wanna drink it in fall
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tbt to when you raised your kid---oh wait
woops my hand slipped
"You don't age well, do you?"
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❝ —–jeez, the job requests are really not getting any more creative these days. ❝
Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!
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of ink, cases and scalpels
icedxflower:
It was odd to feel this happy to be standing in a morgue but for the dark-haired woman, the chilly room had always been a sanctuary. It was something that had belonged to her only for ages, the same way the swirling lines on her body were hers alone.
( And everyone needed to have something that could not be taken away so easily. )
Waving at a duo of assistants who were giggling over their marks, tracing the marks on each others wrists, she made her way to her small office space, running one hand through her hair as she reached for a report that had been left where it did not belong. Back where she had been on top of the food chain, she would have said something but not yet, not here. In this place, she just returned it to its designated place and told herself that she was using this to familiarise herself with the place.
She sighed, rolling her shoulders, as she looked around in the tiny office. It was a new morgue, for her, a new place she had to get used to — but she had appreciated the transfer because the offer had come at the right time. After all, she had left behind scorched ground.
Flipping through a report, she reached for her coffee, only to find it empty. “Oh, c’mon,” she grumbled as she got up and made her way towards the exit. “Page me if you need me,” she told the assistants as she moved her arm to open the door, only to collide with something.
a new post in a new city-- he had hoped for such a chance in quite a while and when it had finally come in, hesitance had suddenly ruined his joy. there had still been things he had felt all too attached to, things and people he would have much preferred not leaving behind. alas, he could only decide his own fate, and that seemed to lay somewhere else.
sometimes gildarts felt weary while thinking back to his first days, his current days and the days yet to come. he was a mess of a cop, efficient but chaotic; a nightmare for the suits and a treasure for the city’s safety-- its integrity not so much. he wandered through the station with a destination in mind, smiles passed around and light waves-- along with a handful of winks. on duty or not, there were few things that could truly restrict gildarts in regards of harmless flirtation.
he had been about to enter the office of a new colleague by the morgue, someone he had had no chance of hearing anything about, seeing as he had been called out for one emergency or another mid-conversation once again. his curiosity was present, but not overly grown.
a smile lingered yet on his lips as he was about to push open the door, a few giggles around the corner rapidly pulling his attention and swiftly resulting in a collision with someone. he turned, bowed his head lightly and gave a sheepish smirk, an apology already on the tip of his tongue as he recognized the face he was looking at. ❝ ---ur? what are you.. ? ❝
[ txt ] I cannot believe that you got me to sign up for this. [ txt ] I cannot believe I AGREED to this. [ txt ] this is going to be a minor disaster. [ txt ] … well, can’t be worse than the Bane thing.
[ txt; queen ] c’mon, it’ll be fun! [ txt; queen ] unless you’d rather ditch your match and go out with me ;) [ txt; queen ] nothing’s worse than that asshole though, i agree. :l