#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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hey babu. i know we dont talk very often but i love you a lot, from afar. ~*~stalker status~*~ and i would like to wish you a happy new year.
[ And I casually stalk you right back. I’ll never regret this fact either. We don’t have to talk often for me to know that you’re legit and absolutely wonderful. :) ]
[ A very happy new year to you, as well~ <3 ]
dirty-purple-suit replied to your post: dirty-purple-suit replied to your photo oh wow. i...
what seriously? WHAT PART DID HE PLAY?
[ OKAY SO do you remember there was this part sort of towards the end when two guys were trying to beat up a kid for stealing some food
but then selina came in and saved his ass
he was the kid with the apple !! ]
dirty-purple-suit replied to your photo
oh wow. i like this fc this fc is good.
[ RIGHT?? he's sucha cutie wow gosh ]
✉
Joker,
Quit asking if you can use the whip. It's never happening.
xoxoSelina
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[ DING DING DING. ]
Don't Try It at Home
She knew it wasn't his time. Easier though it would no doubt make her existence, every mortal had their lifetime to live, so it was with an exasperated sigh that she sent her consciousness shooting towards the Universal summons.
The cause of her summoning became immediately obvious. Shrapnel littered the inside of the dingy warehouse, and some residual sawdust had ignited in patches. With a flick of magic, she extinguished them before they made their ways to the remaining explosives piled in corners or on tables.
One of the tables in question- now probably not identifiable as a table if not seen within context- was marked with singes and splashes of red. The red continued in a wet trail to a point about ten feet from the wreckage, where the Clown lay in a pile of twisted limbs, having been blasted from his seat -another ruined pile of wood and fabric and plastic- by the force of the explosion he had caused.
She could feel Bruce Wayne getting closer. He had been on the Clown's trail for a while now anyway. It was just good that he would arrive when he did.
But he was losing a lot of blood. A lot of it. Sighing once more, she stooped, placing a hand lightly on his fluttering chest. A tiny bit of magic, just a drop, to keep him from bleeding out, or sustaining any serious damage.
His rolling eyes fixed on her. How interesting; still conscious, smile still stretched laboriously over his face.
"You really should read the warning labels on those things, y'know?" she quipped with a small grin of her own.
dirty-purple-suit replied to your post: i’m not sure i like them sitting there like that ...
lmao what are those?
little desktop buddies
i'm waiting for them to multiply and do more than sulk and hump the edges of my monitors rn
you can get it here:
http://madamateur.tumblr.com/post/36665017881/dr-doom-shimeji-downlad-it-here-here-is-the
