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wow this is a real fucking bummer, and i thought i was gonna be able to be active here but i’m not. things in my life are kind of a nightmare right now, and it seems like every time i try with this account things end up exploding irl. i’m not deleting but i’m on indefinite hiatus. sorry for getting everyone’s hopes up.

#; creative ooc tag #hopefully when i come back the fandom will still be here.

melisica

#; scenery

theselfloatheclub

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#; auditory hallucinations

i don’t want to be a cunt, it’s not something i enjoy however if i tell you that i don’t want to do a ‘twins’ verse or a sibling verse please understand that it’s not that i don’t like you it’s just that i don’t honestly see it working. i don’t mind other portrayals of don juan, she’s an awesome character but before you rope me into something please tell me about it. i don’t like being the last to know. and i don’t like people reblogging things meant for me with the idea ‘hey we can do a joint thing’ just. when in doubt come to me.

#; creative ooc tag #i hate being an asshole

butcherbcy i will give u firstborn.

#creative ooc tag

i need to make a promo, but all i have is fucking gimp. this is gonna be a whole lotta fun.

#creative ooc tag

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#; we're all that's left

Bus stops weren’t supposed to look malevolent in nature, however bus stops normally didn’t have a horse-masked lady sitting on the bench. Hearing footsteps come her way, those soulful brown eyes of her looked up to see one of the only ‘saner’ people in Miami. Who just so happened to be waiting for the same vehicle to arrive. “Well R o u v e n, it’s been quite a long t i m e, hasn’t it?”

#thatonebeardguy #; inner animal #oh look donatella's favorite cashier u w u

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uh, so... that’s cool. i didn’t even send a mean message and she deleted. am i s’posed to feel guilty or s/t???

#creative ooc tag #i really can't feel bad idk

corsdechasse

#; i am a mirror

Miami was nothing but a bunch of ghosts, echoes of friends, enemies and g u n f i r e at every turn. Figures forming at the periphery of one’s eye. Yet all the while, Don Juan expected something to happen. Tension thick like a fog covering her senses, and blinding her to the little things she generally paid most attention to. Of course, it’s in times like these, when one is oblivious that things tend to s t r i k e. With the quiet slither of a snake, and the stillness that was innately him; those large orbs met the butcher of the Russian mob. Awestruck, the masked woman took him in, mouth suddenly drying as she tried not to think too much of it. “J a c o b,” The word itself sounding akin to song.

#bloodstainedjacket #; inner animal #; chats #omg horus bb #i missed u #which is why this got long #oops