* / TELL ME YOU HATE ME.

SHATTERED TEETH / BROKEN BONES .

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u know what time it is

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but what if i remake....

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@enigmazul / honey, it was me outside of your door ...

this looks so fucking good omg!!! *u*

thank you <333

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honey, it was me outside of your door with my heart in my hands & the stains on my cheeks / it was me who left those gashes in your door / my blood in those grooves / my moment of weakness you ignored. now i raise my walls to the heavens / titanium in its build / with an achilles heel only you can see. ind. supremely canon divergent dante sparda from dmc: devil may cry. abuse it.

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wAAAA, out of work, who wants love aka me in your inboxes

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Yeaaaah I've been watching cast.levania all day so AAAAAA oops

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I finished and i feel like murdering

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Yeaaaah I've been watching cast.levania all day so AAAAAA oops

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Sees his struggling with the mantel, “would you stop doing that? You are going to break your leg.”

❝     shuddap.     ❞  spongebob voice vc: 2 seconds later. there’s a snap and howling.

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.❝ ✦ ▒▐┆ID . KIRA !

 He can’t hide forever, she knows where he lives! It was supposed to be a surprise, but as an incentive to get him to sit down with her and sign for payments towards various bills, there’s a fender guitar she rescued from recycling, only a little scratched, with a new set of strings she had installed herself, waiting for him on the couch.

PERHAPS      A      HEART      COULD      HEAL;   gaze   set,   ‘pon   the   lounging   instrument   with   heavy   lids.  it’s   beautiful.   guilt   strikes   the   cords   of   his    heart,   tentative   touch   against   the    lacquer   worsens   the    feeling   as   he   completes   the   stroke.   he   always   wanted   one. a   knock   goes   unanswered,   it   was   his   vergil’s   place,   he   knew   were   the   documents   laid.   pen   moved   across   paper  the   curliness   of.   his   name   stains  paper.   a   silent   apology   rings   loud. 

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it’s   your   bitch   noir   here   who   is   way   too   lazy   to   make   a   fancy   promo,   but   hey   ?   like   and   /   or   reblog   this   if   you   want   to   mess   with   a   SUPER   canon   divergent   DANTE   from   the   shitty   reboot   that   i’ve   completely   rewritten   !

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'get back here, you lil punk! I need your signature on these checks!'

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while im making icons id just love to say that dante can’t have a fucking ethnicity beacuse he has No race besides nephilim

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Okay my loves, i do not have my icons since i got a new computer but guess which bitch is stepping her toes back into this swamp

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👁️

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so yeah im going on a tight ass hiatus here and moving to another blog with a different muse, lemme know if you want the url

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GROUP SEVEN INTRO

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.❝ ✦ ▒▐┆ID . ??? !

It was sudden the way he awoke. The intense unfamiliarity of his surroundings gave way to a haunting fear that soon proved to be more than lingering emotion from the nightmare he’d awoken from. Instantly he was burdened with the reminder of his time in the Institute where they shoved a terrible little piece of technology into the meat of his brain. That was gone now, his freedom of choice being earned from regaining his soul and earning the trust of of those he once sought to feast. Even as a wicked soulless thing, though, the fear of returning to that place to be collared and neutered again had become almost primal and now….

Spike peered around at his surroundings before him with the groggy haze that befell his vision. Drugged he would wager. Oh he’d get whoever did this to him. He looked back to the paper in his hand and the the bracelet at his wrist. The instructions were crumpled and torn in his fist as the nails transformed into his beastly state. Fear to fury. Oh they’d selected the wrong tool for their little games. He wasn't what they’d wanted for this. They would learn of their mistake soon enough. But first, for this stupid bracelet-or that had been his first plan until he’d heard other sounds. So too, then, came his senses informing him of other matters of life.

Dumpy, unimpressive surroundings bloomed into view like weeds clogging his way to what truly caught his eye. Jonathan’s shirt was snatched in his fist and soon their faces would be a hair’s breadth apart. “Hello Jonathan.” His accent layed thick over a dipped, low melody. And with that, Spike’s face twisted into a hideous visage. Brow grew bulbous and deformed that followed down to the length of his face, and his teeth sharpened into flesh-ripping fangs. “I think you have some explaining to do. Quickly now.”

A      LIGHT      TO      CONTINUE      ITS      SHINE;   eyebrows   twitched,   the   rumbling   within   his   chest   halts   &   the   scent,   the   sounds   of   a   place   unfamiliar   causes   eyes   to   roam   under   eyelids.   where   was   he   &   who   the   hell   did   this   to   him?   the   price   of   not   being   able   to   fall   under   human   aliments   meant   that   he   was   immobilized   by   something   hard   &   upside   his   head.   a   groan   leaves   him   before   moonstones   gazed   on   the   scene   in   front   of   him,   bracelet   adds   weight   onto   his   conscience   &   sighed   while   observing   it   through   the   haze.   the   gate   opens,   the   note   is   read   .   .   .   great,   just   what   he   needed.

❝       look   ladies   y’both   pretty   .   .   .     ❞      slurring,   gloved   hands   rubbed   eyes   &   rising   to   stand   to   then   to   stretch.   a   yawn   passes   lips   before   walking   over   &   observing   the   area   before   them;   he   has   seen   worse   in   limbo.      ❝       but   since   we   have   all   have   matching   accessories   .   .   .    ❞      pointing   to   jonathan’s   wrist   donning   what   they   all   were.      ❝       .   .   .   let’s   just   call   this   a   fashion   coincidence.    ❞ 

❝       name’s   dante   &   you,   johnny   boy,   are   most   likely   going   to   die   very   soon.       ❞      glancing   over   the   beast   before   walking   around   &   messing   with   everything   in   sight.   the   screaming   echos   in   their   containment,   once   again   having   the   nephilim   reminisce   about   the   world   trapped   in   between;   maybe   there   will   be   leftovers   for   him   to   chew   on.   fear   .   .   .   there’s   not   that   much   inside   of   him,   years   on   years   of   spilling   the   blood   that’s   half   of   him   on   any   surface   possible   leaves   much   to   be   desired.      ❝       so,   what   now   girlfriends ?       ❞