#exsuperatus

[nctbrave-a-blog]

@exsuperatus

There’s a faint sound of an explosion somewhere far down the hall . It is followed by rumblings bricks clicking against each other . It’s too usual a sound for Morticia to really bother with at this point , it only earns a lazy glance down the hallway before she turns back to tapping at her phone .

“ Do - ” she pauses to swallow hard in an attempt to pause her stutter . “ Don’t wo - worry . It’s just Grandpa Rick ... doing something . ” Something for the president , again .

[damnprussia]

@exsuperatus

[text] just to clarify , will i be apprehended if i came to your office with a sword

[bascball]

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❤ 🧡💛💚💙💜🖤 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hhemeraa-a]

🔥 🔥 🔥

i’ll tell something distinctive about the way my character has sex

       + Apparently Myles really likes the thought of fucking his own clone – so much so that it’s one, if not the only thing, that Myles is embarrassed about. He doesn’t want to talk about it. 

       + Myles really really really gets off to your emotional trauma. Open up to him about some horrible life altering event and watch him sweat as he tries not to blow you on the spot. Do your scars have a story? Physical or emotional? Can he see them? Can he taste them? It’s okay, let him lick the tears from your cheeks while he makes you forget them all. 

      + keep your virgins, he doesn’t want them. He’s not here to be a sexual tutorial. 

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

@exsuperatus cont. from here!

Suspicions confirmed; angry mama bear instincts activated.

    If this were one of those hyper-cheesy anime shows, Victoria would have a dark purple, ominous cloud around her person. Perhaps with a few strands of her hair floating around for effect. Either way, it was pretty clear that she was not pleased with how Al was looking these days. The last time she reacted in this way, he barely reached her knee in height. Yeah, world’s gone apeshit so she could understand why- but they still had a job to fucking do regardless, and there was no way he was going to keep going looking like someone even she could suplex at a drop at a hat.

    “Al,” her voice was level and soft, “when was the last time you had a full meal?”

[sokrovennyi]

RusAme Summer Aesthetic

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[inchiavettare]

@exsuperatus [ continuation ]

“I’d give him a concussion, and I’m definitely not supposed to do that.” They were long past settling things the old-fashioned way. “Instead, I’ve been moving furniture two inches to the left after work and watching him bump into desks the next morning.”

      “I think that’s somehow worse than a concussion. Good job on getting creative, piccolo.” She definitely sounded impressed to hear it. Her revenge plots were always simple---except for the one time she made someone believe they were haunted. Those were dark times. “He may never think it’s someone else though, so no guaranteeing a change of heart that way.”

[picrrot-blog]

@exsuperatus – GREETER! 🌈🎈

    The mime mops at his sweaty hair, removing his beret to fan his face with it. Tracks of sweat streak through his pancake white makeup. “Hey, Aryan. Come here--hand me your shirt, would you? I need to wipe my face.”