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why are you even writing mark blackthorn? he's clearly not the character for you. plz stop.

❛  what a disastrous butchering of the english language you swear fealty to, my conjecture driven adversary. shall we perhaps provide a thesaurus to rid you of such mundane compulsions? ❜

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your mark is annoying

❛  as is your existence, small sphere with glasses but i thought it impolite to voice such an opinion. ❜

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MARKKKKKK I AM COLD

                     ❛  that simply — will not DO. ❜   fae fated features turn towards his unseelie prince as hands go to slide towards him. every fiber of his being intent on waning the cold from kieran. his own heat preparing to radiate off and away. igniting the boy with a warmth from his own. he wanted, and was willing, to share every part of himself with the sullen fae, INCLUDING his own body heat.  ❛  please, allow me to right this injustice and betrayal of your own body, kier. come here.  ❜

[as1eslav1dasup0ng0]

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night night, mark. in my bed, preferably.

❛ and if i refuse? shall i be punished, kier? ❜

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is this meant to be a joke?

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healingair.

…there’s  all  men  in  the  wild  hunt.  so  i  don’t  think  you’ve  seen  enough  women  to  compare,  truly.  still..  keep  speaking  eloquent  to  me,  it’s  very hot.

i have seen enough of this world --- enough faces without names. enough eyes without capture to realize just how enmeshed my very soul is with yours, tina.

[wolfiecindyxo]

[rosecrwned-deactivated20181027]

 casual  reminder  that  women  aren’t  allowed  in  the  wild  hunt  cause  they’re  too  god  damned  vicious.

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Mark don't call your cousin a driggle draggle. Call him a flapdoodle.

❛  then is yaldson appropriate, as well? ❜

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i was told to tell you 'night night'

❛  the golden haired jobbernowl and the teasing temptress have misinformed you. BLED               FALSE INFORMATION INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD. BESEECH THOSE WORDS, YOUNG ONE. ❜

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healingair.

cristina: sits on. TELL ME IM PRETTY, MARK.

you, my lady, remain to be the most prepossessing woman that my gaze has ever befallen.

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alienpepes.

Night night mark

do not start with me, herondale jr. or would you much prefer the title of diet coke?

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me: you need to go the hell to sleep, mark. mark: i must request that, as the mundane children say, YOU LET ME LIVE LIGHTWOOD JR.

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" want to ride my motorcycle pony? " [ kieran ]

❛  UNLESS you are prompting a sudden visit to windspear, i must request that                                  we take this time for me to ride something else entirely, my beautiful.  ❜

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dumps water on mark. " i heard you were thirsty. " [ from kieran ]

❛ i was, forsooth. and yet — now i am merely…WET. ❜

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lips brush on the boy's neck before his palm gets hold of it and forcing his head against the grass, the rest of his weight on marks. not leaving him space to move too much. '' I don't think we are going anywhere for now. '' his leg between the boy's ones. the prince would definetly make it into a long yet pleasurable night.

                                                        a force to be reckoned with is the sensation of capable hands along his body. a calculated and well understood grasp told tales of knowing. kieran’s touch is demanding and it sets contrasted skin alight. fire erupting low from within and his hands reach up, trailing the length of the boy above him. a light whine of acknowledgment and hunger pushing past already parting lips. grin splits apart any apprehension as back arches, fingers ticking up the warmth of the fae’s thighs with a need much like he was used to every time kieran tempted him this way.  ❛  if you are awaiting a complaint, my love — you will meet nothing BUT disappointment. ❜