unlawful.

what's a god to a non-believer, who don't believe in anything?

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Let's do a weird headcanon thing

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1. What they smell like: for his average, stéphane has the scent of white wines, mainly of this. along side this he regularly sports ambre topkapi. 2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): hands together over his lower chest; upon his back. ironically. 3. What music they enjoy: classical, however does dabble and enjoy ambient sounds. at times when curious he will listen to anything aside from anything focusing too heavily on percussion.  4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: an otherwise unsurprising hour if not less, having to only shower, adjust his hair by hand and place upon the pieces to his attire; regularly a suit. 5. Their favorite thing to collect: straight razors, medical supplies (mainly scalpels and the like. for. you know. science reasons), antique handguns and literary works.  6. Left or right-handed: right-handed. 7. Religion (if any): none. 8. Favorite sport: boxing and lacrosse. 9. Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: eating from the finest of restaurants, wine tasting. 10. Favorite kind of weather: foggy/rainy. 11. A weird/obscure fear they have: anesthesia. 12. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: carnival firing galleries champion eu.

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schreckliich:

            from what she could recall she’d taken a liking to             the sword long before her ability to walk. her mother             had raised wished to raise a girl when in fact she’d             been blessed with a savage. a bounty hunter, a killer             by heart. leaving a home which had never brought             much happiness to indulge in much darker fancies.             a head with a price meant business—- and the sooner             that head was in her hands the better.

            a fresh kill, one which still clung to the fabric of her              cloak and armor. the rogue knight’s blue eyes lifted             to meet the presence approaching. she forced the              head into a satchel before heaving it over her shoulder.             once she returned with this proof she would receive             payment. end of story. if this one didn’t get in the way. 

                “Ohh dear.”

「 Usurper 」;;

                     Upon the onyx toned mount all seemed inferior to him, even                             those that sported an attire which reflected an absent darkness.                             If Hell was other people, this being seemed to own a ring of the                             fiery realm itself. Dark orbs scouted the surrounding area with                             anxiety at the back of his mind; had she not been alone them                             courtesy would surely have been forgotten. With an odd accent                             that seemed to mix the north and east he spoke, 

                                                              ” You are in need of transportation ? ”

                            The acclaimed would never reach out for aid, but the clever would.                             Time spent on travel was a theft to what the aim of one is. Although                             he had all the time to slay kings and queens, the headhuntress had                             perhaps a schedule bound by chains. He did not extend a gloved                             metacarpus, merely awaiting a response with timeless expression.

[vadasultenfuss]

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「 Usurper 」;;

                    His existence was formed by the strife that his village                            endured. Realms upon lands of savagery unsuited to raise                            a calf much a less children; poverty striken and laced with                            lack of empathy. Though, in his early years of dabbling in                            politics he found the sword more suited to his untrained                            eye. Though he began with noble reasons to lift the steel                            blade, it soon turned into personal gain.

                           This, however, was not troubling to him. He had accepted a                            lack of purity and the hunger for superiority, to find his blade                            deep within the rulers heart and take what was rightfully his                            in gold. Although he had accomplished something of the sort,                            merely ending the life of a tyrannical king to a small sum of                            land hadn't fed his necessity fully.

                           Hand over reigns, he neared a larger prize.                            That is until a familiar scent of sanguine                            liquid consumed his senses.

                                                              '' ... ? ''

[mendelsohnben]

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"A version of me."

[katiazamolodchikova]

hannibal lecter meme → 1/7 cooking scenes ↪ breakfast from “mukozuke”