LACONICBEES.

hi my name is shoe and i masturbate to the sounds of edgar dying

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I KKN OW HOW TO RUNN SHU(U) OK SHUT THE FUCKK

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d eEZZZ NUTS

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( hacker voice ) IM IN

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@sacresanct CAN SUCC DEEZ NUTS

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I MISS YOU DADDY

im not ur daddy >:(

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lies

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@requimis is a big spicy yiff 10/10 would yiff pes go follow while i convert this into a kou

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i love yuma cummies

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youngestsakamaki:

Wow. I am so honored that I have just now gained 700 followers. All you guys are great And you all made my experience roleplaying as Subaru Sakamaki very enjoyable. I know I have not interacted with all of you yet, since I am a shy potato, but feel free to come talk to me anytime. So home biscuits (I am quoting Harry Potter Puppet Pals), here is my Follow Forever (or Bias List) for 700 followers. This for for the people I have and have not interacted with, but I highly admire you.

Keep reading

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drags himself to the bathtub once more and lies down.

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          So this one wasn’t as  stubborn  as the divinity had firstly thought, but of course they said nothing pertaining to such a topic ( as it was rare that it’d be taken to kindly ) ; instead then adjusting the basket to hold tighter to their form, though still had it angled out so that the other could make sure of taking more if he desired to do so. He  did  seem to have a sweet tooth of sorts ( or mayhaps just hungry in general? though if that were the case he likely would’ve taken more then one right off the bat – unless it was him simply being stubborn once more ).  ❛ You can take more than one if you’d like. ❜

commentary unspoken hangs heavy in the air between them ( as the unfortunate eldest of their motley household, he is all too familiar with the jibes, the derision, the whispered MOCKERY that follows his every step ! ) ; lightless oculars dart to observe them ( there lurks neither malice nor malaise in the curve of their smile ---- if he were a greater man he'd wonder : what has he done to warrant such CHARITY ? ), and after a moment's consideration he shakes his head, attention turning to the sweet in his palm once more. nimble fingers soon strip it of its foil and soon he tilts back his head to drop the candy onto his tongue. moments pass in silence, then verdict is delivered in similar lack of volume, accompanied with a near imperceptible nod.

` ... it's good. ’

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                  「I. I kind of assumed as much, sir…」

           The repudiation of her tiny explanation catches her off guard; so she attempts to brush her embarrassment behind her ear along with the tresses of brunette hair. Clearly; she wasn’t supposed to be here, in this vast yet empty abode of his. Her voice grown wary and she crouched down to roughly his level (despite there being not much of a difference.)

                 「Would you mind telling me where I am, though? I understand it’s your home but - where exactly?」

' sir ' it rings dully in once - keen senses and he arches a brow as he peers up at her, halfheartedly attempting, if only the briefest of moments, to place her as one one of the leagues of UNFORTUNATE maidens forced to frequent their grounds. narrowed scrutiny soon yields nothing but a near - frustrating sense of impotence ---- soon to be drowned by the APATHY that dwells in what remains of his HEART. a chuckle slips through pallid lips and he shakes his head, rolling to the side.

` ... that's not what you should   be worrying about.’

menace ( venom dripping bitter from his every word ! ) laces toneless resonance ; even she, maiden untouched, will be rendered beyond reach once his peers become aware of her presence !

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SACRIFICE:

It was the usual. Get from her room to the bathroom and back. Try to move as quickly and as quietly as possible without being seen, heard, or caught by the boys. In the end, always getting caught be someone, no matter what she does. It always the same. Get caught, get bitten, cry, push fight but nothing would change. So when Yui felt slender cold fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her back she tensed staring at the older blonde.

“Y-Yes? What is it Shu-san? Wait…why do you look a bit wet….Were you in the bath with your clothes on again?”

broad shoulders quirk in a dismissive shrug ( her quest to comprehend -- no, TAME the beasts that surround her will forever remain LUDICROUS to him ; what reward can be found in soothing the hearts of the UNDEAD ? ) and his grip yields as he straightens his posture to drag her closer to him, visage eerily ABSENT of the mockery ( the smirks ; the jeers ; the sharp - toothed grins ! ) that ordinarily C R A W L S into the eyes of his brothers and HIMSELF upon arrival of their newest victim. 

` ... mm. ’ 

                      ( ` DOES IT MATTER ? ’ )

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I realize I never gave you a 'Reiji tho'. Forgive me.

bloodless. that’s alright – i understand that it can be easy to forget to send one in !!

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                                   “You’re a real sweet talker, you know?                                    Girls must be crawlin’ all over you.”

Try as she may to take pride in her own inhumanity, the suggestion she is anything less than someone is enough to make her blood boil. She snarls, giving a feeble attempt to remove her wrists from his grip, shoulders bunched up high ‘til her joints ache. Then, all at once the tension falls as she heaves a sigh and allows her arms to fall slack in his hold. Peering at him through pale hair clumped with blood and God knows what else, her eyes narrow. A tongue runs briefly over her teeth as she seems to consider something.

                                   “I’m a ‘who’ as much as anyone else in this                                    fucking pit. ‘s Carrie, darlin’, and I know for                                    a fact you don’t belong here.”

for the briefest of moments he TENSES, ( there is no measure for the haste he is willing to take to evade that VILE grin ! ) in preparation to either FLEE or throw her from his form, but his breath ( stagnant and tainted with the stench of stale blood that even untold masses of sweets and numerous other mortal fancies fail to hide ) catches in his throat and he is still, even as she collapses in his grip. visage contorts into a scowl ( bile rises in his throat ; the blood slathered over her form is dark and thick and the furthest from HUMAN that he's ever known ) and he glances to the side, to the FILTH that surrounds him, adamantly refusing to meet her eye and the TEETH that glint so sharply beneath him.

` ... hm. if you say so.’

                    spoken in a whisper trapped between revulsion and apprehension ---- he chooses not to answer her accusation, instead shrugging and digging the points of his fingers into her flesh.