BEWARE OF THE DOG.

NICHOLAS BROWN. SELECTIVE/PRIVATE

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feelin' hella comfy on my yui blog so follow me over at vampyri!! blog is still in progress but heyyyyy i'll be there mostly

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would this icon match the theme I made???

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THE THREE PRINCIPLES

ARTICLE ONE: Twilights must not intentionally hurt humans. Destroying the overall balance by disregarding this rule is forbidden.

ARTICLE TWO: Twilights must obet orders directed to them by humans. However, orders that conflict with Article One are exceptions.

ARTICLE THREE: If the situation does not conflict with Articles One and Two, a Twilight must defend oneself.

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can we appreciate this work of art pls???

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elniian

     Surely, the still wounded boy was still a mess of both nervousness and a brain gone haywire ever since that ‘incident’, muttering inexplicable things to himself that just did not seem to make any sense to anyone at all. And the still throbbing pain in his heels was not helping his case, either.

     Still, he remained sane enough to know where he was and who he was with. The person who cut his heels in the first place, and remained awfully wary of him, keeping his eyes on him at all times.

     And luckily (for Mikhail himself) the straitjacket had been gotten rid of and he was given a blanket to hide under instead, seeing as being around people who were pretty much strangers did indeed scare him.

he kept a watchful eye on the kid at all times--- unless working, then that was someone else’s problem; and babysitting a mass twilight murderer was so far past the bottom of nic’s list of things to do that he had a hard time doing it at all. but a duty was a duty, theo had turfed the kid out once the wounds were dressed, the kid couldn’t walk ( courtesy of nic ) & the straitjacket had been more a precaution than anything else. now replaced by a blanket, mikhail looked as childish as he did crazy, and despite nic’s mild tolerance for kids, this one was high on his hit list.

                      ‘ he killed twilights, tried to kill us for fuck sake! ‘ he’d tried to argue, ‘ that thing’s more of a monster than us. ‘ he’d growled, to nothing but a barked shitty order to stay put and watch the damned kid.

all the while his mind was thinking of an abundance of ways to kill mikhail; but aside from breaking orders dished out by humans, he’d end up breaking almost all three of the laws in which his kind must live by.

sipping his coffee, nic watched the kid’s lips move to form inaudible words trying despite himself to make some sense out of them.

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DOWNER. I need to stop considering making blogs to rp with certain other muses. vana’s new judal blog makes me want to make an alibaba, rosyscars makes me want to make a yui komori. I already have my mukai blog partly in the works (but I don’t like the themes I keep making & there’s no art of him so I’m stuck). I should probably get around to doing something with my envy blog sometime soon too; plus revamping retsu... but mostly I’m having yui komori feels because vampires- I have like 2 url ideas already fuck.

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retiicents

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        “B-Benriya? What’s your business here?”

         in a wavering voice, ginger spoke out to the man before her, thumbs twiddling about anxiously. she was quick to recognize the man, but it did strike her a bit odd he was off without the Normal tagging along. 

for a twilight of higher ability than himself, ginger was probably the most bashful woman nic had ever come across in this area of business-- kinda annoying if he thought about it, eyes narrowing as he ran his gaze from top to toe and back up again with an air of nonchalance; casually tapping the hilt of his weapon to his shoulder to a tune only he could hear.

                   ‘ from the doc. ‘

was all the impression he gave in answer, free hand holding out a brown paper bag with the top rolled down, labelled across one side with PAUL KLEE messily scribbled in marker pen. ginger would know what it was.

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DOWNER. this new tumblr update... I can’t format/cut threads????? the one time I was actually thinking of doing things on this blog and tumblr decided to fuck with shit.

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Destroy My Muse On Anon

Provoke them, upset them, frighten them, make them cry! I want tears and regret and pain and just plain oodles of angst.

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Nic and Worick - what could have been vs. what was [colour scans / manga panels]

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Phobia Drabble Prompts

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.

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       QUESTIONS DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU HATE ME.

Have you received anon hate? What about?

DOWNER. actually yes, and it wasn’t a great experience. back when I was in the snk fandom, I was getting really frustrated with the amount of ooc stuff on my dash between two people discussing trans headcanons back and forth. I made the stupid decision to vague post about it, saying that long ooc conversations should be held over skype or something so that people’s dashes weren’t cluttered with trans headcanons.

the post wasn’t meant meant as an attack to the content of their conversation but more as a way of publicly identifying the individuals involved; but people thought I meant ‘don’t talk about trans headcanons’ whereas I meant ‘the people talking about trans headcanons should do so on skype’ so I got a few hateful anons calling me ‘cis het trash’ and stuff like that.

wow, I was so stupid back then. basically never vague blog, especially in a way that can easily be misinterpreted. 

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DOWNER. do not underestimate a twilight’s sense of protection over their human master. delico shot yang to protect daniel-- don’t think nic won’t attack to kill anyone that intentionally harms worick.

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questions designed to make you hate me

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Any fandoms that don’t appeal to you?

Have you ever unfollowed someone? Why?

Do you have a NoTP in [insert fandom here]?

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Is there anything you used to like, but now can’t stand?

Unpopular opinion about [insert fandom here]?

Have you received anon hate? What about?

Any fandom you’re ashamed of being in?

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firesmothered

          he was inhumane —— or ` least, the strength raging through his bones and flesh was so, powering him from inside out. force with which he reacted, wrath boiling within: all hidden underneath skin and appearance of human, she found the scenery beautiful … and disturbing, at same time. 

          ( a creature neither human nor homunculus, she wondered what under “ god’s “ sky could he be. ) 

          with a step – or better said a leap, backwards, her facial expression twisted: eyes narrowed and teeth grit against each other, claws retracting — she stands as a beast waiting to see if her prey was going to do anything but bare his teeth at her.

he leant on the hilt of his sword, the point of its blade wedged into a crack in the paving; blood also seeped into the crack and others like it, coming from him or her it didn’t matter. they’d both bled, though only the one still had the wounds to prove it. he’d watched carefully each time her flesh had torn & sewn itself shut again, catching glimpses of the glowing crimson within, that rock that was her core-- surmised that if the rock should break then so should she.

           but that might be a fight for another day.

his strength was dwindling, pain receptors down but there was a nagging sensation within that kept screaming at him to stop his antics. worick would kill him for sure, provided this beast of a woman didn’t finish him off first - tags meant nothing when dealing with real monsters. a fraction of a second later and he was moving, darting forward only to come at a dead stop inches from her face, gaze piercing, he considered speaking but his throat was done for the day. bringing up his hands, he signed:

                             ‘ we’ll finish this later. ‘

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