C'est La Mort

Assassin [uh-sas-in] noun a murderer, especially one who kills a politically prominent person for fanatical or monetary reasons.

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No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.

Clementine von Radics  (via wordsnquotes)

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Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son

[quotespile]

Loneliness is like starvation: you don’t realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.

Joyce Carol Oates, Faithless (via quotespile)

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Rules for hiring Kai;

She will not kill pregnant women or children and payments must be upfront or half before the job and the rest after completion. To short change or renege payment will cause your life to be up for forfeit. 

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— 〆 for a childhood story

Peek into my character's past!

 Kai frowned, brows furrowing slightly. Usually, she hated reflecting on her shattered and broken childhood, the jagged edges cutting at her heart until she ached and oozed like a reopened wound.

      Tonight was a little different, brandy warmed her and made her feel oddly nostalgic.

   “As a child I grew up in the middle of nowhere, wheat and corn fields as far as the eye could see.”

 Her hometown had been so isolated, the child had sometimes felt like there was nothing but it and the great expanse of blue skies above. Everything else didn’t exist really, not in this small world view. It was simple, and this made the assassin smile. How naive she had been.

   “My sisters and I, we used to sneak off into our neighbor's corn field and we would hide there, playing as if we were lost adventurers in some magnificent forest.” She sighed, eyes drooping closed for a moment. Kai could almost hear the chorus of giggles and feel that sense of togetherness again.... Just for a moment.

   “We got quite the lashing when we were found, but we never stopped going back. We would play like this whenever we could, scaring the farmhands on occasion and making up these silly made up adventures.”

[lycannalla]

Peek into my character's past!

[strickenveteran]

Send me a…

— 〆 for a childhood story — ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life — ⌆ for a story about their family/home life — € for a bad memory that still haunts them — ✢ for a good memory that makes them smile

Or…

Send me a name/place/event or situation from my character’s past and they will just talk about that one thing.

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libidine-sanguis started following you

                          “Hmmm.... Bonjour...”

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[balancingpcint-archive]

hate it when you try to kill someone and they dont die like how rude do you have to be

[roleplaymmemes]

The 25th icon in your folder is your muses reaction to having a gun held up to their head

[tornsavior]

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[emotionalmorphine]

Ferelden’s be like “we imprison all our mages in Circles so there’s no one really to heal you but here have you tried this pickled egg?” when you’re dying;

And “oh Maker, if there was only something that someone could have done!” when you dead.

[yallneedanders]

“can i offer you a nice pickled egg in this trying time”

[labors]

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

[auideas]

‘So,’ Death said quietly, extending its hand. ‘Are you ready to take a walk with me?’

The Never Book (via auideas)

[occultacultro-blog]

OOC;

*Hacker voice* I’m in.

{{ I lost all my shit OTL

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ooc;

[[ I live, I miss you guys

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{{ I’m alive, sorta }}