;; exiled myself ;;

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         ( STARTER CALL )

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uncreatedtime:

                                           Whoever I am or wherever I am,

                                                I like to dress nice.

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okay we cool now we cool

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theme’s under construction, don’t look @ it

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goldignxs ;;

        ❝Ya both pale like milk an’ your names match way          too much. I didn’t say it was your looks; your name’s          are jus’ confusing.❞ She gave a roll of her eyes, in          reality she never paid attention enough to differ the          two apart. In fact. Their names matched into almost          identical. ❝Hey! It’s obvious BELLA ain’t that much the          same, she doesn’t have a giant hand.❞

      “ okay, do you honestly believe that the first thing i happen to look         at when i see someone is their HANDS? you both have the same         face- that is what i happen to recognize first. “ he scoffed, golden         pools rolling at her statement. “ which sounds more masculine?         nuaDa or nuaLa? perhaps you should think about it first, before         merely allowing yourself to call me by my sister’s name. “

[harteus]

i just downloaded some new brushes!!! so i decided to sketch nuada’s face again, straight forward.. like nothing we’ve ever seen before. i promise to have some worth while art up soon! i know i’ll have so much fun with these brushes.

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i’m so sorry for my lack of activity tbh

i’ve been over here and here doing things

so if you ever need me, you can always find me on those two blogs.

i’m going to be on tomorrow for a bit to get things queued up.

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hey bro

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brotein shake

brosef stalin

barack brobama

teddy brosevelt

don quibrote

adrien brody

gallilebro gallilei

napoleon bronaparte

brobo cop

leonardo dicapribro

broseph mengele 

bro nye the science guy

selena bromez

broey deschanel 

bro dimaggio

wolfgang amadaeus brozart

brohemian rhapsody

osama bro laden

mighty bro young

brodo the hobbit bro

broprah winfrey 

broby dick

abroham lincoln

what’s up

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       ( STARTER CALL. )

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( Wife: )

At the pull of his fingers at her hair, Anastasia let out a hiss before it melted to a moan. Of course she was still angry and he would definitely going to get punished but why not let herself have some fun? She let out a growl as he nearly stretched the neckline of her dress, dragging the opening down to her shoulders. 

He was getting carried away. Bruising her body was one thing but stretching this dress was not an option. It was a Zuhair Murad 2015! She bought it right off the runway in Paris! 

“Careful with this dress, love.” she reminded him as she dug her nails into his jacket, scratching at it in a weak attempt to push it away.

Yanking him away from her neck, Anastasia nipped harshly at his lips before she finally popped the last button on his collar. She pushed it aside and latched herself to his neck. Pinning him to the chair with both hands pressed against his shoulder, she settled herself more comfortably in his lap and then began to grind her hips. Moaning into his skin, she made sure to mark his ashen skin with bites as she ground herself against him in from hard and fast, soft and light, and everything else in-between. 

He was receiving no mercy tonight.

         her and her dresses- honestly, what was a hot, steamy           night of passion if clothes didn’t get TORN OFF, exposing           bare skin and leaving clothes in a tattered mess? but           anastasia was pretty adiment about not tearing her           precious gown, so he went for the next best thing, fingers           gliding across her back as he found the zipper and           unzipped it. it made it far easier for him to pull the sleeves           down- and it WOULDN’T stretch out the neckline. 

          a loud hiss left his throat, head tipping back as he           rested his head against the back of the couch.           she was a tease- it drove nuada mad but he did           this to himself. everytime he had been given the           opportunity to take the upper hand, to DOMINATE           her- nuada just gladly handed the responsibility           over to her like it was a gift. 

                              but no one ever said he was good at this. 

          women were forgien to him- even if he had been           married to one for centuries now. nuada still was           pretty clueless about all of this. which is why he           sat back and let her do what she wanted.

          his hands slid down, gripping her hips as she           grinded against him, golden eyes shut as he           bucked his hips back against hers, soft moans           coming from his throat as he felt her lips against           his skin. 

                  “ you are SO not fair “ he muttered,                                       gasping at her movements. 

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                     “ how did it–? ”                                                                      “ he. not it. “

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       * screams @ how nicely these are turning out *

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Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

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Sad/cute shippy sentences

There’s no doubt it was always you.

From the first time i walked you home from school you stole my hear.

It was always you.

It hurts to see your pretty smile fade.

I know there’s nothing left for us to say but it’s okay.

It’s okay-

There’s no getting over you.

I tried my best to tell the truth but the missing is tearing me apart.

Forgetting is the hardest part.

The thought of losing you is all too much.

I’m a long, long way from home… From you.

I’ll be back some day.

We’ll do it all, everything.

We don’t need anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, If I just lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Those three words… Are said too much. They are not enough.

I don’t quite know how to say how I feel.

Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told, before we get too old.

I need your grace to read my needs, to find my own.

Your perfect eyes is all that I can see.

I’m sorry for hurting you.

I’ll be here to hold your hand.

If only I knew what I know today.

I would hold you in my arms, and take the pain away.

Thank you for all you’ve done.

There’s nothing I wanna do to hear your voice again.

Sometimes… I wanna call you, but I’m scared that you won’t be there.

I’m sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn’t do.

I’ve hurt myself by hating you.

Some days I feel broken inside, but I just don’t want to admit it.

It’s so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this.

Would you tell that I was wrong?

Would you help me understand?

Are you proud of who I am?

If I had just one more day I would tell you how I’ve missed you since you’ve been away.

I’m sorry for blaming you.

Blame it all on me.

It was my fault – This wasn’t supposed to…happen.

Please forgive me.

I can’t stay… I really can’t –

I have come to talk with you again.

We need to talk…

Can we please just – Talk ?

I think we should… talk about… This – Us.

They know about us.

Oh come on – Look at us! Is this what we really want???

… I don’t think there’s anything left to say. 

Do you even know how to answer your phone?

I keep messaging you, but you never reply?

Never mind. It’s nothing. It never is. 

Can’t you just listen to me!?

I’m fine okay, can we drop this?

I’ve heard that you… Found… someone new?

There will always be things I can’t give you, things I can’t say – And I all I want… Is for you to be happy. 

It isn’t over – We are not over, yet.

I wish nothing but the best for you.

Don’t… Forget me – Please ?

I just want to forget everything about you. 

It hurts. It hurts so much – Don’t you understand!?

I can’t do this.

We can fix this.

We can’t fix this.

We could always…stop here and stay friends?

Are you sure that…we should – ? You know… do this?

I won’t ever find someone like you… You are special to me.

You are perfect.

We always were a thing, weren’t we?

[infinitecrises]

Poor poor Johann. It’s rare to find a comic with such realistic and believable characters as BPRD.

BPRD #49 and #50 - Mike Mignola, Guy Davis, John Arcudi - 2008

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                     “ how did it–? ”                                                                      “ he. not it. “

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