this is war

multi-muse. multi-ship. mun is from south america so there will be spanish and english. ask box is always open!

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You literally have to reblog this when it’s Christmastime.

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it’s that time of year again!

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I’VE BEEN WAITING SINCE 12/25/13 TO POST

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this post has literally been waiting on my queue since last christmas

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As promised, here is my new blog! I’m setting up the characters’ pages now, but it should be up and running before 

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new indie blog! i'm leaving this one open as an archive, but i won't be interacting on it anymore.

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I decided I will be dropping this account and will start over at a new blog ; clean start. Muses will be regular humans but I’ll be open to do AU verses with them. I’ll go work on its theme and muses page, and will drop the link here when I’m done.

Thanks for reading!

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“Then don’t block the street.” Instead, an arm comes to swipe at the man, trying to push him out of her way.

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With a groan, Severus took ahold of her wrist and shook  his head twice. “Do not touch me.”

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“Hmmm— Damn, you lucked out friend.                              Vodka, please and thank you.”

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“Smart--” he muttered, reaching up to find the vodka bottle and pouring her a shot. “Have your way” he commented.

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brxdster:

      “I presume this is your first time here, huh?          You’re going to have to relax a little, I’ve done          this a hundred times; it’s not going to be the          most comfortable, but it’ll soon be over, okay?           — Now, are you sexually active?” Brody tapped         his pen off of the report, patiently waiting           for an answer; he was well used to nervous           patients by now, especially ones so young.

Clearing her throat nervously, 

Hestia looked at the other and shrugged.

“I- yes. It’s my first time. And no, I’m

not sexually active” she replied to the doctor

while licking her lips out of habit.

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            “I’m not making any promises—                        But if you don’t have beer I’ll probably punch you.”

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“I don’t have beer

I have whiskey and wodka. 

Pick your poison.”

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         { dailyprophett​ }

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      “ get out of my way. n o w . ”

“I do not take orders from anyone.”

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ANOTHER SUPER FLASH GIVEAWAY;

RULES;

• must be following me; • only reblogs count; • be nice and everything if you win!

PRIZE;

1 customized theme ++ promo && mobile banner!! EXAMPLES; ▲ ; ▲ ; ▲ ; ▲ ; ▲ ; ▲ ; ▲* ; * = still kinda unfinished tbh

ENDS TOMORROW (APRIL 23RD) @ 8PM EST

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gah, i’m tempted to go back to regular muses :c

what shall i do?

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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right place at the right time

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“I thought I did the right fucking thing, okay?” he snapped, more at himself than at her. Robin was pissed at himself, pissed at how stupid he was those two years ago. Sure, he had meant well, but he still hurt the one person he actually loved in his life. He leaned against the wall, shaking his head. “I was wrong.”

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Hestia was out of words, out of breath and out of patience, had she ever counted on that since she’d caught a glimpse of his face that day. She still could not believe he was there, standing in their living room where he was stood so many times before, so many years before, in such different conditions and situations. So unfair Hestia’s mind hissed inside her head; so unfair, he had his time, his time to come back, and now I’m moving on. 

Regaining her composure, the girl stared right ahead at him, though focusing on no particular point of his face. “Yes, you were wrong” she told him in the calmest voice she’d used so far. “I called you, I texted you, I emailed you and you didn’t get back at me. Your-- your time is over.”

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                                     ‧˚₊*̥   PURESTS ‧˚₊*̥

icon giveaway bc i can.  RULES:         i. you must be following me.        ii. only reblogs count.        iii. you must be a rp blog.       iv. don’t follow me and then unfollow me once the giveaway ends.        v. it must have at least 25 notes.       vi. the giveaway ends on april 30 6:00 pm PDT      vii. the fc you choose must have something to make the icons from.  PRIZES:         first place: 180 - 100x100 icons.         second place: 150 - 100x100 icons.         third place: 100 - 100x100 icons.  EXAMPLES: 

i’ll use a generator to choose the winner, and all. good luck, and that’s it from me. thank you :~)

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right place at the right time

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“Just let me explain,” he pleaded, cringing inwardly at how desperate and needy he sounded; oh, well. Anything for her to take him back, to recreate the wonderful relationship they had crafted so carefully together before he had so inconsiderately left her. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing and shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Hessie,” Robin said, looking at her intently. “Let me make you happy again..”

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“Explain? Fine, please, enlighten me! What made you leave, what drove you so insane about that you decided you couldn’t stand one more night? What made you pack your things at midnight and close the door silently so I wouldn’t notice until the morning?” she snapped one question after the other, taking one stroll toward him with each snark remark. 

“I don’t understand, I just-- I can’t understand why you think-- why I should take your words. For anything now.” she let out in a whisper, her voice cracking by the end of the sentence, making her come off a lot weaker than she’d intended to sound. “You can’t make me happy again, I don’t think you’re-- don’t think you’re capable.”

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right place at the right time

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Following her inside, he braced himself for the lashing he knew was coming for him. He held his hands up as she fired away, showing he meant no harm. He sighed, knowing it wouldn’t be easy to simply truce and move on. It didn’t hurt to try, though; he’d do whatever it took to make it up to her. Robin felt a sting from the way she said she’d moved on, but knew he deserved it. “I’m sorry,” he sighed finally. “I’ll answer anything you want, honestly, if you’ll at least listen. Then, you won’t ever have to see my face ever again, if it makes you happy.”

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Shaking her head constantly, Hestia clenched her jaw as he spoke. Oh, no, he didn’t. “If it makes me happy? You think any of this can make me happy? No, no, I was fine, I was good, I was-- I was getting there. I was getting to the point of forgetting you and starting over and now you show up and-- it’s been two fucking years, Robin, two! Where were you when I needed you? My-- when I needed a fucking shoulder to cry on, or someone to keep me warm at night where were you?!” she had started calmly but her speech had escalated quickly and she ended up screaming at him. “So no, nothing you say will make me happy because-- well, because you made me happy and now I have no faith in happiness” she breathed out, her chest going up and down quickly as she finished yelling. 

She had so much to say, so many ideas, so many memories she wanted and needed to relive, but at the same time he was there and she was missed him more than she would admit. He left she reminded herself, but-- but here was here now.

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