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Peter Solarz
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Love Begins
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Claire Keane
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‘ is he looking at me? ’ ((0_0 I'm so happy right now!! XD))
A lacquered fingernail tapped the champagne glass sitting between her elegant fingers. She peered over Juli's shoulder to the man in question.
A storm brewed underneath his skin as some poor soul, clearly lost in all his excitement in the neighboring conversation, bumped against his elbow. The man in question glared at the wet stain on his tux.
"No... although I think someone is going to be murdered tonight"
"I’m alone. I need help." ((I missed you so much!! xx))
Juli looked at the woman with empathy, though she wondered if she could be trusted. The world around her was manipulative and full of tricks. Against her better judgement, she took her hand off the gun that rested in her holster. She knelt down to take a good look at the woman, eyeing her to see if she can trust her or if she will leap out any moment. In her short time in the academy she was taught to be vigilant. But in the time she was with, them, she was taught not to trust anyone.
"Who are you? How can I help?" She asked gently.
((*internal happy squees* I missed you too!! <3))
It never occurred to her why she asked this woman for help; a stranger in this strange land. A world that was so familiar yet alien to her. Laura managed to muffle a whimper with a shudder.
Desperation. That was it. Desperate to know where she was. WHY she was here. A kind word and a gentle smile seemed to be a divine gift that she was eager to grasp at this moment.
Laura wondered if there was a difference between desperation and despair.
“I-”
Who are you?
“I’m... Laura.” Blank. Why was it so difficult to remember?
A strange girl in a strange place in a strange time. Yet was more a stranger to herself than the one before her. She felt like laughing... but her heart ached.
“Please, miss,” she begged again. “I don’t know where I am. I’m... my head is so fuzzy. I can’t think straight.”
((I really missed this blog. I missed Laura...))
Laura Victoriano
a little evil within laura
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
* first blood starters
first blood is a novel by david morrell. tw: guns and blood.
‘ you shouldn’t be walking around. ’
‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’
‘ you’ve got to rest. take it easy. ’
‘ how did i get here? ’
‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’
‘ leave me alone! i mean it! ’
‘ we have to stop the bleeding. ’
‘ keep your fucking hands off me. ’
‘ all right, play it tough if you want. ’
‘ let me be. ’
‘ i don’t feel a thing. ’
‘ but it’s the little things that make a town what it is, that you can watch to make it safe. ’
‘ you’re not tired. you’re afraid. ’
‘ i’m just not happy unless i get miserable every once in a while. ’
‘ that’s the last thing you have to worry about. ’
‘ i just was sorry. ’
‘ who does? ’
‘ try and remember. ’
‘ that’s very funny. ’
‘ hold still. ’
‘ what the hell’s going on? ’
‘ i have bandages under my clothes too. ’
‘ where’s my shoes and socks? ’
‘ you have to promise me. ’
‘ i didn’t want you to think i don’t care what happens to you. ’
‘ stand the hell up and identify yourself. ’
‘ you didn’t pull out the pockets in your jacket. ’
‘ is that plain enough for you to understand? ’
‘ get your dumbass away from the entrance. ’
‘ the gun’s not loaded. ’
‘ look at that sun. ’
‘ been waiting long? ’
‘ stay out of it. ’
‘ what the hell was that? ’
‘ sit down here on the floor. ’
‘ that isn’t necessary. ’
‘ i’m alone. i need help. ’
‘ no, but you promised yourself, and that does count. ’
‘ christ, what’s the matter with you? ’
‘ i don’t sleep much anymore. ’
‘ wasn’t even a chance to go home and grab my rifle. ’
‘ you can’t leave me. don’t leave me. ’
‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’
‘ well, you sure put one over on me, didn’t you? ’
b e a u t y
by fox killer
- BMTH, Throne
by fox killer
Oh my dear I'm so happy that your mother is recovering and it's getting better, I have dealt years ago with my grandma passing away from cancer and it was something I don't wish for anyone, so it really makes me happy to read that she is better now, and that you are trying to be in a better place too. Thank you for trying at your best to still be here, I care about people even If I don't mucho more about you, I wish you only good things, really ♥
((You are so lovely. Like.... everything you have sent in the past has really stuck with me. I’m forever grateful for your kindness and thoughtfulness. I don’t know who you are, but I seriously hope that everything good goes your way.I’m so sorry to hear about your grandma. Cancer is an absolute bitch. Thankfully mam is doing so well. It’s been a.... really rough year. I just finished college and got my degree for hairdressing. Getting help and trying to recover. Haven’t written anything in a while - couldn’t strike up any inspiration or motivation with everything going on. Trying to get back into things tho!But I really am thankful that you cared. I can’t express how much of a big deal that is. I don’t know if you’ll ever see this - the blog has been dead for so long, so it’s understandable. But I really do wish you all the best. Thank you, and I love you. <3))
Hi, it's been a while since you posted, and I writing to say that I hope everything is fine in your life and you are well ^^ Have a nice day/night.
((I don’t know when this was sent, and I am so sorry. I’m doing well! I hope you are too!))
dance
by fox killer
Converted Laura’s dress for TS4. This one was actually a pain in the ass… and I’ll probably change the uv map again.
Please
commission
There in the darkness, with only the phantoms of my mind to comfort me, to taunt me, I nearly lost myself completely.
But then I saw her.
