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Send for Thoughts my Muse has had for Yours II Accepting
He should be someplace saferIts dangerous on the streetHe’s very kindHe deserves better.
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Send for Thoughts my Muse has had for Yours II Accepting
He should be someplace saferIts dangerous on the streetHe’s very kindHe deserves better.
@dirsirvan ❤’d for a starter
"You know, Merasmus still has little idea about your lineage.” He started. “You mentioned supernatural, but even my honed senses cannot determine an origin.”
//We must find Kaplan--travel him across the great Retcon--and restore the heart of Reyes.
//how dare you XD
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“What kinds of things can you make other than pastries?” He rubs the back of his neck, cracking it carefully as they walk.
“As much as I could just eat that fried dough all day.”
@dirsirvan Reaper was angry, why was he sent here to babysit? Just cause he once was a commander didn mean he enjoyed it now. He looked at his new soldiers, the fresh meat he'd been given to work with. "This is Reaper," a scientist announced, gesturing. "He will be teaching you." At the word teaching', Reaper snorted and shook his head. Jo, he wouldn be teaching. This was called molding, preparing, making diamonds out of coal. Obedient diamonds nonetheless.
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Nathan could not believe he accepted the idea of being on a blind date. To be honest, this was his first blind date, let alone going on a date after years of not. Of course since he won’t know who his blind date is, he went a bit overboard in his style and appearance; dressed in a dark shirt plus matching pants with a blue jacket over it, slicked his hair back, and wore makeup to hide the scars on his face fearing they won’t enjoy the sight of his scars including his side grin.
Gloves fingers tapped against his lap nervously and he was trying to contain his bouncing leg underneath the table as he waited for his date to arrive.
19, 28?
Who Are You?
(I apologize for this taking me another day I totally forgot I had this T__T)
19) Which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?
Whenever I do those kind of quizzes I am always in Hufflepuff. I’m inclined to believe them considering the values are in fairness and stability. I value that sort of stuff so it makes sense to me!
28) on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
On a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the worst--on the internet I would go into the negative digits if I could. If being insulted was like having something thrown at my head someone sending me hate or insulting me via anything other than to my face you might at well be through cotton balls at me. I cannot care LESS about what some stranger on the internet has to say about me. Or even someone I know on the internet who doesn’t even have the decency to throw shade when I’m facing them.
Now in the instance of being to-my-face I would say its...3 in general comments and around 4 or 5 if you are specifically trying to insult my intelligence--especially in terms of ignorance that’s unwarranted. In general though if someone does get under my skin it doesn’t last long.
"I realize you don't know me, but please help me. I feel like I might pass out." (First-time Interaction)
Jesse immediately dropped whatever inquiries he had prior and rushed to the man’s side, concern etched into his features. “Well, hell -- I’ll help, but you need to tell me, what’s wrong? Are you injured?”