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independent fandomless OC blog written by BINNIE

i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

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alright, let’s get this thing shaking! 

if you don’t mind a feisty male oc who happens to be a mercenary, can you give this a like/reblog so i can check you out and possibly follow?

please and thanks in advance!

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time to make a new oc even though i shouldnt (closes eyes)

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here’s just some short headcanons i couldn’t word the way i want to: 

stefan has no form of identification, only carrying around a faulty passport he convinced someone to make for him. he does this because he doesn’t want to be tied to anything that can be used to accurately identify him.

of course, this also means that he doesn’t have a driver’s licence -- and in turn he doesn’t have a car. he usually took trains or subways, but he is prone to taking taxis/ubers if he needs since money talks and they don’t ask questions.

honestly, if you want to get his identification, you have to get his fingerprints or some sort of DNA because he won’t willingly give it up. actually, he’ll go through lengths not to give up anything about himself.

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I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via aeoelu)

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╳┊❝ DIEBIN:

           ‘ I didn’t tell her.                Because if I did — she probably would yelled at me again. ’

            As it was the woman was after her and Rapunzel’s daily life was a struggle to figure out how to GET AWAY from her – for GOOD.

     “If you didn’t tell her, then what’s the problem? She won’t know unless you tell her, so keep quiet about it if you don’t want to be yelled at.” 

     How was that simple enough to understand? It seemed it was for him.

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@killercuties​

     “Mmh, that sounds really good.” His eyes flutter open once he hears the song come to an end, feeling the need to sprinkle praise where he sees fit. “Did you teach yourself how to play?” It sounds like she’s been playing for awhile -- enough to actually become good.

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@shxujobrave​

     “Are you always so cheerful?” It’s like she has a smile that’ll never cease; lips pulled up all the way to the corners only to never fall back down. It’s strange; Stefan never could understand these types of people who were happy all the time. 

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    THIS is the story of [Naruto Uzumaki] — 

                                                          Ａ ＨＥＲＯ.

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@shouxryuuxha​ 

     “Your hair is rather long.” The observation makes room for the most obvious of statements, curiosity lining him up for the next set of words he’s stringing up -- or questions in the very least. “How do you take care of it?”

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small starter call maybe?

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╳┊❝ RUHIG:

“U-uhm…” 

He mentally slaps himself as he stuttered, his voice not picking up volume at all. Why can’t his body cooperate with his mind once in  a while?

Yuuki takes a deep breath, his eyes still not meeting the stranger’s. His voice only rises slightly, but hopefully loud enough for the other this time. “My… my paper… It flew away and…”

“Uhm… Y..you’re kinda stepping on it…”

     “Did I?” He did hear a crinkle underneath his shoe when he stepped, but he didn’t think or care that they paper could be important. He thought it was just littered trash – paper just readied to be stepped on until someone that does care picked it up and tossed in the nearest bin.

     It just wasn’t him and probably never will be.

     “Ah, I’m sorry,” he says even though he isn’t, moving his foot to pick up the paper with shoe marks on it. The sociologist hands it over, feigning a look of apology on his face. “I didn’t think when I stepped.”

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╳┊❝ FEIGLING:

Tears start falling from her eyes when he touches her, rolling over her cheeks. Her expression doesn’t change, wide eyes fixated on his face, lips slightly parted even though no breath is coming out from them. He’s a monster. No concern, no fear, no regret into him, but quiet yet enormous pride, pride for what she said and for what she’s feeling.  Don’t touch me. That’s what she wants to say, to scream, but she can’t. She’s mesmerized  and paralyzed at the same time, and when she breathes again she can feel how painful it is. Terrifying.

Her words slid almost automatically from her lips, not that she wants to say them, no, she’d rather to stay silent.

“Ja.” She mutters, lowly, lips trembling. “Du bist beängstigend.”

     He can only watch as the tears make twin tails down her cheeks, no concern or sympathy anywhere in sight. His fingers only grow wet from her tears brushing along the tips of his fingers, lowing his hand to underneath of her chin instead. He tilts her head up with a finger to tilt her head up, green eyes getting a better look into those scared blue eyes – the same ones filling him with so much power as they glance back up into his.

     “Gut.” His eyes narrow slightly into focus; the smile still there as is the softness of his voice that’s completely misplaced. “Was macht dir Angst?”

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ANGEL

❝  ——  she isn’t your normal mage. she’s the brightest star in the darkest of nights. she’s a SABERTOOTH tiger, never forget she has fangs like the rest. she stands proud and strong like she should have long ago. they see galaxies upon galaxies in her eyes, and she speaks in rhymes from the book of heaven. yet she wages war with herself everyday, she destroys her mind at night into millions of glass shards. then she builds herself up before the sun rises, clean and exquisite like everyone expects. want they all want to see. what she wants to see. THAT is yukino thea aguria.   ❞

previously yukxno. written by nihi.

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     His fingers twitch as they uncurl and curl again against the comforter, breathing only growing more shallow with each suck and bob of his head. His lips part as he slightly tilts his head back, green eyes still trained on the other – locked in eye contact. His right hand moves from the bed and up to Hien’s head, stroking his head before twirling black tresses into his grip as his body just grows tenser by the second. Few groans drag from his lips as heat spreads all over his body, watching as Hien lifts his head as he finally speaks.

     “Cum on my face.”

     Stefan’s breath hitches as the words rap against his eardrum, using the grip on Hien’s hair to pull his head back down to thrust his hips back into his mouth. He rolls his hips over and over in a brutal pace as his cock brushes against the back of his throat, eyebrows furrowing as he grows closer and closer to the edge – precum dribbling over the head. It’s not much longer until he drags Hien’s head off of him, other hand stroking himself with a clumsy yet rough pace, movements jerky and fast as he comes in spurts. Cheeks, lips, tongue – everything being covered in white.

     His chest rises and falls as his body gives a small shake from the high of the orgasm, eyes still staring into those shameless blue eyes of his. “Swallow it,” is the only words that leave his lips in those few moments, tone almost commanding as he waits. 

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╳┊❝ TAYAKATA:

Saturday quickly rolled by, and Tayakata was looking forward to the weekend ahead. Oh, how she lived for such days. It was the first time in what seemed like months that she would be able to spend time at her own leisure - not at the hand of anothers. She ensured that her abode would look presentable for her guest ; the last thing she needed was to hear his bickering and snide remarks.

                                                              [ Text to; Theodor. ] Afternoon, sunshine !! I’ll be leaving soon. I got your details so I shouldn’t be too long. Make sure you’ve got all the things you need and that you’re actually ready to leave your house. I’ll see you shortly. X                                                            Send | Draft | Delete Almost an hour after leaving, she was closing in on his address. Sunglasses pushed up swiftly ; pushing back stray strands in the process as she eventually pulled up outside of his home, she briefly scanned the outside of his home before sending him a message. Tayakata was a nosy and curious woman, it was only fair to take a quick look.

                                                              [ Text to; Theodor. ]                                                     I’m outside - Black Range Rover.                                                             Send | Draft | Delete.

     Unfortunately for her, he keeps the yard of his apartment minimalist and his blinds closed tight to keep his living space separated from prying eyes. He doesn’t keep much stuff inside anyway aside from clumped papers littered here and there with holes in the walls, but he’ll never let anyone in as long as he can help it. Oh no, he has an image to keep and he wasn’t going to let himself be opened to scrutiny by anyone if he can help it.

     He snuffs out his cigarette in the ashtray once he sees the text message appear on his screen, fingers moving to hook under the handle of his suitcase as he moves to stand. The wheels roll over the carpet behind him as he walks over to the door, making sure to lock it as he leaves and heads over to the where her car sits. Black Range Rover, right?

     The sociologist turns his hand around and raps his knuckles against the door in a knock to let her know that he was here, opening the door with his eyes on her face – smile on his lips as he parts them to speak. 

     “Where do you want to put my bag, fraulein?”