#frxternite

[bloodpride]

/ e x c u s e / you love me.

[bloodpride]

                    ❝-- Yes, I am not wearing a n y pants.❞

[bloodpride]

can i just put this out i really ship you with frxternite arno blog and i think both of you should do more things together because i really love this one roleplay your doing and it's like reading really good fanfiction i love you guys (totally don't stalk you)

[bloodpride]

❤ /HAHAHAHAHAAHHA

send ❤ for three pros, three cons of your character dating mine.

PROS:

simon is good in bed. {and croissants}.

two handsome assassins what else.

???? hot steamy sex ????

CONS:

take.

off.

the cravat.

[ofavarice]

/KICKS URL TO YOU/

→SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: HELL YAH

Why Did I Follow Them?: Hot Frenchie + mun for Jordyke

Do We Role Play?: You bet your bottom dollar

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: DUH.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Maybe something in a modern verse where Garrett steals his baguette or something hon hon hon

A Song For Our Muses: garrett be like

Do I Ship Our Muses?: iDK MAYBE IF THEY STOP BEIN DICKS

What I Think About The Mun: HELLA

Overall Opinion: Despite the fact that the game hasn't been released yet, I really like your interpretation! Not that I ... read..... some of your other threads..........but.......YEAH I LIKE YOUR WRITING.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[nigridiaboli]

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

TFLN.

{ txt; dorian } I also wore it home.{ txt; dorian } It's put up like a bloody fuckin' trophy.

[calisvol]

retrouvaille--; (closed rp]

     Chaos had run rampant since the earliest years of the Revolution. In a city, in a country, where the world's stage was centered upon them, the lime light its most radiant and galvanizing. There was little that could be done to escape, to seek liberation from the very thing that sought to topple the stability of humanity. Once, long ago, he'd been conjoined to them at birth, the Order of the Dragon but one of many organizations beneath their volition. How ironic it was that, once disgraced from God, he finally saw the error that had been his ways. And now, it was the first of all time that he would battle on part of the Assassin Brotherhood. For his standards were sullied and dark, the blackness of night and shadow from which he would work. This he recalled, this he knew, much time spent earning trust where it was so utterly unfounded. Once, but they needed him now. Needed the expertise of a one of centuries before. Their secret weapon; their trump card. These thoughts Dracula kept contained within his mind as his hidden blade, a Phantom Blade as it had been heralded, was gored deep within the breast of man whom compromised the guard of his target. A minor player within a grand scheme, but one who would possess the information he would require. Perspiration beaded upon his brow, countenance rife with panic, the blade within the chest of another whom soon slumped within a dead weight of garish regalia and crumpling limbs, a clean kill, a fresh one with burbling blood and waning life. Eyes of crimson, subdued of their hellish light, train upon another guard. Blue, red, white; red, blood, crimson, sanguine, red, hot, viscous. A fluid motion, inhumanly deft, Dracula adroitly maneuvering through a barrage of bullets delivered from their muskets, still too slow to have any effect upon the vampire. An elegant pivot, wine-red Assassin robes twirling an efflorescence of layered material, narrowly dodging a sweeping arc of a bayonet.    Dracula frowned as he sensed another presence, his assaulter subdued in a cuckold that would render him unconscious in mere moments; someone to interrogate if the need arose. Turning, hooded visage concealed partly in shadow, he regarded the other presence, unseen as they were. Eyes narrow, and he folds his arms, chin raised haughtily. "I believe this was my mission. Don't you have elsewhere to be? This is greatly important, and I'd rather not have to compete with one whom might prove possibly incompet," Dracula drawled laconically, eyes dully, partly hooded as he waited. After all, humans simply couldn't dream to best preternatural senses worlds above their own.