NOT YOUR 'BABY'.

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so! this blog is going to be archived and moved – if you would like me to follow you upon remaking, give this post a like! 

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so! this blog is going to be archived and moved -- if you would like me to follow you upon remaking, give this post a like! 

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                 KIWI. i love one girl.. aka i’m revamping this blog at some point.

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trickmask:

       ❝ take it easy, alright? how about you just explain to me what you saw. ❞ / @maudired

                           ‘ i - it! ‘ she begins, gags on a piece of her own hair (it is a mess, strewn about her face) and is left sputtering once more; fingers are shackled to his wrist, ‘ it was -- totally! -- oh my god, it was so disgusting! ‘

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risenlotus:

          NOTHING  CAME  AS  a  surprise  at  that  point,  and  yet  he’d  still  raised  an  eyebrow  in  skeptical  bemusement.  he’d  been  foolish  enough  to  ask,  and  whether  he  was  truly  interested  or  not,  the  intel  could  surely  be  useful  later;  however,  though  he  wouldn’t  bother  to  pry,  he  sensed  something  underlying  in  the  tone  of  her  voice.  ❛  FINE  …  ❜

                               she is always left wide eyed when looking at him; there is something so innately intimidating about his narrowed gaze, his lowered brows (she wonders if she can capture something so vague; she doesn’t really understand him). ‘ o - okay, don’t.. freak out, alright? ‘ her arm extends, paint-like lines peeling from her forearms only to expand and jut out across her body; enveloping her body in a pure white light. eventually familiar features start to emerge; slight differences here and there (as expected) but anyone who didn’t know the exorcist personally wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. ‘ che? ‘

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looms over quite menacingly. says nothing.

                               almost habitually, she’d taken to falling asleep during breakfast; it was the same routine every morning - early training, cardio & endurance, (followed the consumption of an ungodly amount of food) and by noon she be snoring away in the main hall - unless, of course, a certain exorcist decided to linger a bit too close for comfort. ‘ o - oh! ‘ she jolts awake at the sight of him, innocence jutting upward in waves as if an electrical current had just been sent through her skin - she rubs at a single eye, the other avoiding his gaze as she settles, ‘ s - sorry.. was i snoring? ‘

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brand new starter call ♥

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                                ‘ oh, i - i was just looking, ‘ fingers splay before her form - the thief bearing no ill-will toward the young prince, but an ever-present curiosity, ‘ your bow; you seem to take really.. good care of it, th - that’s all. ‘ (@artisaen!)

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                                (@frostquexn) cyan claws coat her fingertips at will, footsteps rousing her from a half-sleep as she looks upon the other - a deep instinctual urge guides her free hand over a wounded shoulder, eyes wide like a wounded animal (ready to kill if need be). ‘ i - i don’t want any trouble -.. i was under the impression that this place was abandoned, that’s all.. ‘

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brand new starter call ♥

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                                (@risenlotus) ‘ o - oh, um, it’s just.. shape-shifting really; anything i’ve seen, anything i can remember clearly enough - it’s not much, but.. it’s something. i guess.  ‘ though she would have vastly preferred to remain home in Paris, away from the bloodshed and violence spread by the Earl and his akuma, she had no choice in the matter. ‘ i can change my appearance as well -- wanna see? ‘

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starter call! capping at 5 ♥

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you may have stolen my heart but that’s alright, I’ll make it even and steal a kiss.

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thiefmask:

                he’s everything he isn’t meant to be : limp, a disheveled mess of impermanent dye and gaudy clothing. it’s by luck they haven’t removed his mask yet. ( maybe they want to prolong this, maybe they’re giving that pleasure to his father. ) will his identity stay his father’s hand ? the ‘ thumps ’ of unconscious men rouse him, touch startling him awake. he blinks, staring before tension grips his shoulders. ❛ op —— gem ? what are you doing here ? ❜ his voice slurs, yet a sharp undertone cuts through. digits grasp for her wrists – firm, but eternally gentle – to pull her away, a glance spared to the unconscious guards and broken shackles. ( the answer’s obvious, isn’t it ? the same reason he’d be there, if their situations were reversed. )

        ❛ you have to go. right now. ❜ aloys releases one hand, the other guiding her to the door. it’s a minimal, but clever prison : no windows, no accessible vents, just a single door. armed guard beyond that, no doubt. ❛ did you clear an escape route before you came ? you must’ve gotten in somehow. ❜ there’s a bite to the words he tries to sooth, placing her safety over the scolding burning his throat. ❛ you’re going back that way. ansel’s still here. if he finds you, it’ll be worse. ❜

                               ‘ i’m not -- , ‘ a pause, she breathes in, ragged - already exhausted (yet her anger burns ever bright), a gloved hand now placed against her chest, her expression hardens, ‘ i’m not going anywhere without you. ‘ the fear is ever present, always there, bubbling up in her throat - her hands escape his grasp as she instead takes hold of his wrists, ‘ please don’t ask me to leave you here; you know that I can’t do that. ‘ a steady breath out; eyes rolling toward the ceiling as she gauges the distance - with kitsune’s help, she could get him out of here, but.. the process would almost certainly render her unconscious; aloys would protest to her taking his place, no doubt, but she had a better chance of escaping with her abilities than he did.

                              ‘ listen to me now, okay? ‘ her grip tightens and she shakes a bit, hearing the drumming of her own heart with every breath. ‘ there is an old storage room above this one - i can faze you through the ceiling; there should be a door to the roof. and i -- . ‘ she considers lying, but aloys knows her - possibly better than she knows herself; he can read her like an open book. ‘ i’ll meet you when i can - they’re after me, not you... i’m sorry that i -- dragged you into this. ‘

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❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

                             ‘ i know the feeling; sometimes all you can do is burn, ‘ the thief says and her head cants slightly - she pulls the gloves from her hands and fingers are bruised and battered, rough and calloused from years of scuttling in the shadows. ‘ not everyone knows how to love the sun. ‘

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@diiscordare / ‘ i didn’t expect to hear from you again after - you know, the incident, ‘ the thief rubs at the back of her neck - a soft blue aura encasing her fingertips, fazing in and out of her body as her hand pauses at her throat and she bite at lips slightly, ‘ um, sorry again.. about that. ‘ if she had known she was stealing from a dragon - a queen, no less - she might have reconsidered.. maybe.

                          ‘ so -- what do you need my help with? ‘

[johnnyssilverhand]

Hozier sentence meme

❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜