#holdonescards

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@holdonescards

Xemnas raised an eyebrow at Luxord’s unexpected question.  It was rare for the Gambler to seek out anyone higher up in the Organization, apparently content, despite certain comments, to exist in the relative simplicity of the lower levels unburdened by wider responsibility.

“No.  I gave no such order.”

A black box?  He had no interest in such a thing.  Or he had not, up until now. 

[lafemmedefoudre]

holdonescards replied to your post: She can’t leave any of y’all alone for just one...

you have no idea how happy Luxord is that she missed the show

And now she’s interested. “Care to shed some light, babe?”

[invertxgo]

@holdonescards​ Asked: 🥃 "You forgot where the bloody fuck you put the box, didn't you?"

Shots Or Answers || Accepting

He doesn’t even attempt to defend himself, or dissuade Luxord from further questioning. He just looks offended, and then pours himself another shot, instantly drinking it before slamming the glass back on the table.

Grumpy.

[kcystotheheart]

@holdonescards​ replied to your post: Momma’s worried about the kids.

The mouth is just another pouch. It's fine.

✧ “It’s not fine if you all get sick! Who’s going to take care of you?”

[ursaced]

@holdonescards​

      A new rule is posted effective that day and...

If you lick it then it’s yours.

" So is whoever and whatever else was on it. 

      The rule is just there as fair advice. I’m not stopping anyone further if they choose to ignore it. ”

Not his wielders, not his problem. Weed out the weak minded. 

[lightlorn]

Another misjudgment -- one of many, one too many -- proved deafening. When she thought her fangs were at the boy’s throat, he expertly dodged her venom. He’s a boy no longer, she thought. He could be called no one’s lesser now. 

That did not mean he was innocent. All he had answered was that her words were woefully tactless, unable to get at his heart. There was someone else who had mastered that tactic, a lifetime ago, in a World that was whole and without danger. Now, she stood looming over a different threat. 

Alcohol had never been to her liking. Acknowledging a loss of face was its own torture, and would prove a potent chaser. Still, there were expectations in this little game. Lifting the glass, she murmured irony --

“To your health.”

The liquid slid fiery down her throat, vision swimming unseen. The prophet had taste, at least, though her body was loath to thank him for his choices. 

“Do I keep going, or is it your turn?” // @holdonescards​, cont.

[verumace]

@holdonescards DOES THE WORLD KNOW I LOVE YOU COREY??? I HOPE SO.

[andallsoend]

@holdonescards | continued from ask

The pirates had landed on the island at sundown, and most now slept, snoring around smoldering fires. But there was one awake, one who heard his song.

His silver haired head popped up from the water, and his voice range out again. 

“My heart is pierced by Cupid I disdain all glittering gold There is nothing can console me But my jolly sailor bold.”

Ansem swam closer to the shore, knowing the light from his tail would shimmer ever so enticingly. Perhaps he’d have a meal tonight after all.