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[feralhe-blog]

DUE  TO  LACK  OF  TIME  AND  ORGANIZATION  SULLY  CAN  NOW  BE  FOUND  AT WITHOUTFAULT  WITH  MUSES  THAT  STRICTLY  FOLLOW  THE  SAME  PLOTLINE!

[feralhe-blog]

  WHEN  OUR  CHILDREN   will  ask  us  about  our  childhood.  we  will  tell  them  we  played  outside  in  the  rain  rather  than  the  sacrifices  we  had  to  make  at  such  an  early  age.               [    @savagehe  +  @cyborgaf  +  @undevelopedisms  +  @shadowedshe ]

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“   —-  WHERE  IS  THIS  EVEN  COMING  FROM?  “  his  voice  is  aggressive  as  he  looks  to  the  brunette.  he feels  the  sting  on  his  cheeks  before  he  shakes  his  head.  “  you  came  in  here  &  smacked  me  and  now  you’re  saying  i’m  THREATENING  YOU?  “  he  frowns  before  he  feels  his  voice  cracks.  “  what  are  you  really  mad  at?  look  at  where  we  were  raised.  you  do  anything  to  survive.”

[miserysthing-blog]

 A  VOICE  WHISPERED  TO  REMAINED  upset,  hold  onto  her  anger.  Arms  remained  crossed,  indifferent  to  the stinging  on  his  cheek.  Eyes  move  away from  him,  trying  to  remain  composed.

 “Costas  traded  in  Genie  for  Athens  like  it  was  nothing.  If  you  really  believe  that  it  was  for  his  benefit,  what  if  you  do  it  to  me?  What  do  I  have  to  offer,  Sully?  If  throwing  me  to  the  side  is  you  just  surviving,  when  am I  gonna  go?”  Despite  the  rigged  frame  of  her  shoulders,  her  voice  ad  grown  soft  -  a  wounded  animal  waiting  for  the  mercy  of  being  put  down.

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“  ----  HE  DID  NOT  TRADE  HER  IN.  “  he  sighs  heavily  before  his  fingers  meet  his  eye  while  his  free  hand  grasps  onto  his  hip.  "  he  is  with  Athens  for  the  benefit  of  us  all. "  if  he  had  to  look  like  the  bad  guy  he  would  allow  it  in  honor  of  his  friend.  "  she  has  connections  -  don't  think  that  genie  means  nothing  to  him.  you  mean  the  WORLD  to  me,  but  you  have  to understand  that  sometimes  we  have  to  make  sacrifices.  "

[feralhe-blog]

THOUGH  SELFISH  AND  STUBBORN,  THE  slap  had  even  had  surprised  her  -  it  was  drawn  from  a  dark,  angry  place  within  the worn  crevices  of  her  chest  that  she  thought  she  had  had  a tighter  hold  on.  Apparently  not.  Still,  her  feet  remained  planted,  cheeks  red  from  the  fury  that  was  birthed  from  their predicament.  His  words  sting,  digging  deeply  into  her  pores  and  causing  her  heart  to  ache.

“Is  that  a  threat,  Sully?”  Dark  eyebrows  stitch  together,  the  fury  ebbing  into  fear  -  fear  that  she  would  lose  him,  lose  this  ( though  Genie  was  worth  the  loss,  the  thought  pained  her ).  All  she  wanted  to  hear was  that  he  wasn’t  just  going  to  throw  her  away  as  the  king  had  done  Genie.

“   ----  WHERE  IS  THIS  EVEN  COMING  FROM?  “  his  voice  is  aggressive  as  he  looks  to  the  brunette.  he feels  the  sting  on  his  cheeks  before  he  shakes  his  head.  “  you  came  in  here  &  smacked  me  and  now  you’re  saying  i’m  THREATENING  YOU?  “  he  frowns  before  he  feels  his  voice  cracks.  “  what  are  you  really  mad  at?  look  at  where  we  were  raised.  you  do  anything  to  survive.”

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‘WHORE’  SET  HIM  OVER  THE  edge.  Whether  he  was  ashamed  of  Sully’s  lack  of  poise  in  handling  emotions  or  he  was  simply  unleashing  pent up  anger  against  the  blind  man,  he  wasn’t sure.   Anger  was  anger,  and  the  other  was  the  focal  point.  A  hand  shot  out,  a  perfect  right  hook  aimed  right  at  his  brother’s  cheek  -  eyes  ablaze  with the  ever-suppressed  anger.  It  was  one  blow,  and  though  his  arms  had  dropped,  hands  remained  in  tight  fists  as  expectation  of  a  strike  settled  in  his  chest.

“Don’t  you  dare !! Don’t  pin  your  goddamn  self-loathing  on  a girl  undeserving  of  it.  You  know  the  crap  we  go  through,  so  don’t  add  to  it.”  A  hand  shoved  Sully’s  chest,  urging  him  towards  the  door.  “You’re  gone.”

His once neat blonde locks have fallen on his face as he atempts to catch himself. he is in utter shock & now his jaw began to ache. he looks up at where he thinks his "brother" may be. his vision was always in the dark, but in this moment he didn't know if he was on the floor or where he had fallen. he manages to pull himself up before wiping his mouth. feeling a liquid on his tainted finger tips he can tell it's blood. he looks for the aura of anger before he frowns himself. " you're going to regret that, constantine. " he feels his chest puff out before pointing a finger. " i'm going to take this from you - and you're going to realize what you had. "

[gneerly]

hey friendly psa/reminder that with the seasons changing right now, a lot of people with mood disorders (and even people without them) can get all messed up and wonky from that so try to go a little easy on yourself if you find yourself spiraling or getting emotional a lot lately okay? youre doin your best. love u

[rafael-silva]

Chris Pine and Idris Elba film a charity video…kinda.

[ridleydaisy]

[savagehe-blog]

@feralhe

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DISGUST  CREEPS  ACROSS  HIS  SHARP  features,  a  hand  immediately  swiping  at  the  one  Sully  had  extended  -  a peace  offering  refused.  Power and  control  be  damned,  he  yearned  for  the stern  orders  given  while  watching  over  his  initiates;  the  steady  rhythm   of  the  day’s  activities.  Though  he  certainly  played  the  part  of  trusting  his  throne  -  realizing  the  effort  Sully  had  put  into  his  campaign,  the  necessity  of  his  ass  sitting  on  it  -  he  would  love  to  put  as  much  distance  as  possible  between  himself  and it.

“Genie  Kiltou  is  not  a  temptation.  What  ‘temptations’  you  fail  to  see  is  your  lust  for  this  goddamn  crown.”  He  spat,  feet  carrying  him  away  from  him.  “—-I  didn’t  want  this,  Sully.  YOU  DID.”

FOGGY  EYES  SET  ABLAZE.  he  feels  the  anger  eat  him  whole  as  his  hand  is  smacked  away.  he  had  cursed  the  girl  and  all  that  came  with  her.  the  cyborgs  and  the  human  were  in  the  way  of  his  plans.  “  ----  she  is  your  temptation  because  she’s  of  FILTH  when  all  you’ve  had  is  gold  and  luxury. i  don’t  want  to  HEAR  another  complaint  about  you  on  this  throne.  i  will  make  sure  you  be  the  best  king  and  not  an  embarassment  to  me.  I  did  everything  for  you  -  who  else  can  say  that?  not  your  whore  or  that  human!  “  his  tone  is  echoing  through  the  cracks  on  the  wall  as  he  may  be  creating  some.   

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IN  TWO  FELL  SWOOPS,  SHE’D  closed  the  space  between  the pair  fluidly  -  raising  a  hand  to  land  across  his  cheek.  The smack  accompanied  the  sniffle  hidden  beneath  heavy  breaths.  She  stood  there  in  mild  surprise;  surprise  that  she  had  both  wanted  to  do  it  and  that  she’d  actually  done  it.  Nibbling  on  her  lower  lip,  her  head  gently  shook  -  long  brunette hair  falling  over  her shoulders.

“I  know  where  you  stand  then.”  She  muttered,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest. “Just  gonna  wait  till  someone  better  comes  along  then,  hm?  I’m  just a  toy  till  you find  someone  with  wealth,  with  status.  How  about  I  make  it  easier  for you,  if  that’s  how  you  really feel.”

  HE  IS  TAKEN  BACK  BY  THE  SLAP.  he  feels  his  hand  reach  his  face  before  allowing  his  mouth  to  drop.  “  got  a  few  anger  issues, much?  “  he  wipes  his  lips  before  shaking  his  head.  his  eyebrow  furrowing.  “  when  did  I  even  say  any  of  that?  you’re  making  problems  where  their  shouldn’t  be,  “  he  feels  the  burn  in  his  face  as  the  guilt  resides  in  him.  he  knew  what  he  was  doing  was  wrong  for  even  he  and  his  friend.  he  never  thought  of  how  it  would  effect  Lis  or  the  others.  he  looks  to  her  in  a  fogy  state,  but  he  hopes  his  eyes  can  show  her  that  he  has  some  emotion.  he’s  not  a  monster  -  he  just  loves  his  family.  “  if  you  threaten  to  leave  me  -  it’s  on  you.  “

[savagehe-blog]

okay, so since I have a couple of muses (and I’m assuming majority of RPers here do too), I figured I’d share a trick to easily account hop without having to actually log out. honestly, it’s easy enough to do and it’s super practical and will make your lives 1000% easier

what u need: 

google chrome

for all of your characters to have google emails

Keep reading

[feralhe-blog]

CONSTANTINE. THE  FEELING  THAT  THEY  SHARED,  the  brotherly  bond  that  had  seemingly  been  amplified,  diminished  in  his  anger  -  swallowed  whole  by  the  fury  that  built  in  his  chest.  Sully had  always  been  the  smart  one;  knew  where  to place  his  pawns  and  when  to  play  the  right  cards.  Yet,  since  the  dirty  golden  crown  had  been  placed  on  Costas’  own  empty  skull,  he  steadily  began  lacking  faith  in  his  brother. “I  have  nothing,  Sully !!”  Here  he  thought  his  volume  couldn’t  rise any  higher,  it  certainly did.  “I  didn’t  want  any  of  this!  If  you  worked so  damn  hard  and  wanted  it  so  bad,  why  did  you give  the  throne  to  me?”

  HE  LAUGHS  OUT  IN  RAGE.  a  blind  king?  had  costas  even  heard  himself?   “  because  you  FIT  THE  part.  “  his  face  turns  vile  as  he  straightens  his  back.  “  you  have  power  and  control, Costas.  now  I  see  that  you  have  a  heart  too.  “  he  walks  over  the  heated  aura  before  attempting  to  search  for  the  man  he  thought  as  his  brother.  “  ----  i  will  do  everything  in  my  power.  “  he  pauses  “  i  mean  everything  to  prevent  you  from  ruining  this  oppertunity.  i  will  make  every  temptation  vanish.  “

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LIS. QUITE  AND  PASSIVE  AGGRESSIVE  WORDS  had  been  exchange,  free  of  any  warmth  that  her  tone  had  carried.  Long  gown  swallowed  her  legs,  though  the sounds  of  heels  on  the tile  below  were  the  only  noise  to  come  from  her  until  the  study’s  door  had  closed.  As  soon  as  it  had,  wide  eyes  turned  to  rest  on  Sully  -  disbelief  written  on  her  features.

“Oh, ‘feelings  of  a  teenager’?  That’s  what  you  think  it  is?”  An  upper  lip  snarled  at  him,  breathing  ragged  as  her  temper  flared.  “If  you’re  her  friend,  it  wouldn’t  be  so  damn  hard  to  realize  what  she  as  to  offer.  You’re—-”

HE  HAS  HAD  ENOUGH  people  and  their  feelings.  it  was  a  curse  to  feel  anything.  irasurgo  had  trained  him  that  feelings  meant  nothing  more   than  WEAKNESS.  he  can  hear  the  frustraition  in  her  voice.  “  ---- I  am  her  friend  and  he  is  my  brother.  Athens  has  plenty  of  contact  and  she’s  beautiful  as  i’ve  been  told.  he  can  forget  her  for  the  moments.  don’t  you  see?  this  is  all  for  the  image!  “  he  wanted  his  friend  to  have  the  best  of  the  best  and  their  red-head  friend  was  getting  in  his  way.  “  do  you  really  think  i’m  doing  this  for  myself?  “  his  voice  is  dripping  with  frustration. 

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“—-LEAVE  IT,  SULLY.”  It  was  a  sharp  warning,  a  the  first  and ( very  likely )  not  the last.  His  response  is  gruff,  mingled  with  the  rustle  of  papers  as  he  tried  to  tidy  his  mess  of  an  office.

  he  rolls  his  foggy  glazes  before  feeling  the  skin  drag  from  his  lips  by  his  teeth.  “  what  do  you  have  to  be  so  pissed  off  about?  “  he  looks  for  his  friend  -  the  connection  seeming  to  fading  as  it’s  caught  in  the  fire.  “  you  have  everything!  stop  being  so  ungrateful!.  “  he  knows  the  words  slipping  from  his  mouth  is  nothing  of  the  truth.  he  could  see  the  sadness  of  the  other.  sully  had  done  so  many  terrible  things  to  ensure  his  throne.  he  couldn’t  know.   did  he? 

[feralhe-blog]

  @shadowedshe    !

  he  marches  behind  her  as  he  unties  his  bowtie.  slamming  the  door  behind  him  he  can  feel  the  heat  reflecting  of  her.   “  -----   what  the  hell  is  this  all  about,  Lis?  “  he  frowns  before  throwning  the  bowtie  on  the  lounge  chair  in  the  study  room  they  had  found  themselves  in.  “  are  you  really  making  this  based  on  the  feelings  of  a  teenager?  it’s  probably  a  phase  let  alone  what  could  she  offer  him?  i  understand  she’s  our  friend,  but  he’s  my  brother.  i   need   him  to  get  as  far  ahead  as  possible ,  lis.  “

[feralhe-blog]

“—-LEAVE  IT,  SULLY.”  It  was  a  sharp  warning,  a  the  first  and ( very  likely )  not  the last.  His  response  is  gruff,  mingled  with  the  rustle  of  papers  as  he  tried  to  tidy  his  mess  of  an  office.

  “  ------  LISTEN  HERE,  SIR.  “   he  growls  before  slamming  at  whatever  was  near  him.  “  your  ‘KING  VOICE’  doesn’t  do  shit  for  me.  “  he  moves  closer  and  like  a  storm  that  ends  his  voice  changes.  “  this  is  not  us.  why  are  you  not  talking  to  me?  “

[feralhe-blog]

@savagehe       !!

  “  ------  WHAT  IS  YOUR  DAMN  PROBLEM?  “  door  slams  shut  behind  him  as  he  feels  the  breeze  stop.  foggy  hues  looking  for  the  other  as  his  cane  is  hitting  the  floor.  “  you   have  been  a  FUCKIN’  disaster  lately  and  people  have  started  to  notice.  do  you  want  to  lose  this  crown?  “