the size of the moon

used to treat my mattress like the ATM, bond number 9 that's my      f a v o u r i t e scent,

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honestly, what are you on about? what are you on, period.

UNFORTUNATE  SOULS  CLOAKED  IN  GRIMY  BROWN  SHADOWS    ,   blech !  how  crude  .   feline  movements  complement  a  swish  of  black  skirts   a  blood  red  rose  betwixt   deft  fingers  ,   twirling  lazily  ,     ❛      there’s  a   saying   —  oh   how   does  it  go   ,    ❜     head  tilts   for  velvetine  gaze  to  stroke  over  the  other’s   form  .     ❛      pleasure  of   love   lasts  but  a  moment   ,   pain   of  love  lasts  a  lifetime  …   humour  this  old  woman  .   which  one  are  you   hmm  ?    ❜

                              DOCILE  CURL  OF  VIPER  TONGUE    over  roseate  lips.    he  roamed  like  a  fugitive,    (  his  wolf  held  him  captive,    even  after  all  these  years,    couldn’t  escape  feral  restlessness,  )    made  quick  work  of  town  roads,    he  moved  like  a  swan,    every  motion  gilded  by  delicate  elegance.    features  quirk  downward,    other’s  words  a  noose,    reel  him  from  his  thoughts  and  into  an  exchange  that,    to  him,    seemed  like  nothing  more  than  semantics,    the  blathering  of  someone  less  than  sound,      

                         ‘    pleasure  or  pain,    ‘    a  summary,    head  tilted,    canine  fluidity,      ‘  people  are  neither  one  nor  the  other,    i  consider  myself  a  touch  of  both,  ‘    teeth  bared,    mimicry  of  a  smile,    ‘    that’s  your  answer,    old  lady,  ‘

[rppanda]

I keep thinking that if i wait long enough I’ll see you again. So, i wait. And i wait. And i wait. And i wait. And i wait. And i wait. And i wait. And i wait.

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키드킹 (Kidd King) - fk wit nobody (Feat. punchnello)

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[eatsmoons-blog]

i will wrestle the milk out of your cold dead hands if you think you can take it from me.

robin’s never bought into retro charm. society progresses for a reason, and he much prefers whole foods to the decaying selection of produce they have on display at the ol’ mart grocery. still, there’s something comfortingly quaint about the establishment. it feels as though he’s on the set of a stephen king movie as he wanders the numbered aisles with a shopping basket in tow. and as he reaches for the last carton of chocolate milk, it’s only appropriate for the setting that he meets someone else’s hand there, as well. robin smiles.

“seven percent of americans believe that chocolate milk comes from brown cows,” he tells the stranger. “are you part of that seven percent?”

                          BEAST-EYED  GAZE  SET  IN  PRISTINE,        honey-wrought  countenance,    it’s  not  the  first  time  the  wolf  considered  himself  out  of  place.    regardless  of  the  silks  he  was  swaddled  in,    (    high  fashion,    brands  the  folk  here  could  barely  afford  to  pronounce,    )    he  pondered  carving  his  own  steaks  from  the  stolen  lives  of  the  animals  on  his  property,    yet  still  found  himself  in  flickeringly  lit  aisles.    slender  hand  remained  outstretched  towards  a  weakness,    whoever  said  chocolate  was  lethal  for  dogs  was  a  liar.

                     ‘      i  wouldn’t  consider  myself  american,    ‘    a  coy  response,    tongue  flicks  patiently  over  lips,    as  if  to  clean  the  mildly  accented  syllables  from  his  mouth,    ‘    nor  would  i  consider  myself  part  of  that  minority.    is  this  some  strange  method  of  validating  whether  i  deserve  to  have  this  carton  or  not?    ‘

[eatsmoons-blog]

hi there~ i’m foxe! i’m 18, from canada and i’m ready to fricken party. i have a small info page abt doha here but also some connection ideas under the cut to help flesh him out a lil more.

honestly, he caries himself like he’s modern art? elegant, smooth, always dressed up in silks and fine clothes. that could easily rub people the wrong way, or attract interest? 

he’s so fcking old. he’s seen a lot, he has a lot to offer, information wise (though he only gives up details in small doses bc he’s a little shit). anyone who is interested in the past would have a hay day with him bc he’s acquired so many artifacts and shit.

he’s had his little living arrangement here for a while, mostly to store things. he’s rented it out in the past, so previous tenants wouldn’t be unrealistic (maybe a ghost, ohoho)

he’s done some murderin. on full moons or not. if he thinks abt it too much it makes him feel sick, so if someone who was actually related to someone he killed confronted him, he’d probably clam up like the cowardly lion he is. (if u want angst here it fuckin is bois)

ex lovers, supernatural or not. (also angst bc he’s torn holes in ppl’s lives and had the same done to him)

pack mates? wolves who band together in the absence of family, a pack outside of their own.

frenemy. they could be friends, maybe they WERE friends in a distant past, but now they mostly argue and send passive aggressive texts.

hunters who want him GONE ! (mood)

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