Oct 25, 2017
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Damascus handmade tracker knife
knifebound replied to your post: okay, but do you guys know what i am...
Lawrence & Jean having an argument, someone gets doused in water
plot twist: it was Chris
@knifebound ❤’d for a starter
THEY CAME IN THE DARKNESS, and they came in droves. The hoards of MONSTERS / HUMANS what were they exactly? What were they truly? They had to be humans or else SHE would not dare submit to them. SHE would not cradle them in sickening infatuation and whisper love’s melodies. THEY CAME IN THE NIGHT neons piercing the dark veil of twilight. She could have done it all her own, CUT THEM DOWN. There was but one, out on a mad search to KILL. Anri was caught off guard and she must have let out a loud yelp. Danger always seemed to find her. Raising an arm on habit to defend herself from the slasher’s attack she found that no such blade colliding with her arm. Anri looked up wearily unsure of what happened.
knifebound replied to your post: && ❛ okay, I’m not a big Sa.rumi-shipper at all...
THE FRIENDSHIP FEELS HURT ME
YES SAME !
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“Where could I buy a gun? Preferably illegally.” All his old connections probably still wanted him dead. Not that he went the legal route prior prison, but considering he’s a felon, waltzing in a gun show wasn’t much of an option. “If you’re with the law or some shit, then I meant a water gun.”
knifebound replied to your post: Happy Munday! I finally started working on my...
AYYYY SO GOOD
FJHIRGUHRG AHHH THANK YOU <3
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welcome back ❤️❤️❤️
outofcharacter; Ahh, thank you!! It feels nice to be back. 8′)
A day for picking flowers & he was generally not thrilled but when is he ever? He kept to himself though, meticulously selecting flowers from the field with colors that complimented each other as he decided to weave them together in an effort to keep himself /busy/. A flower crown was made, pale blues and royal blues in a pattern that was nice to look, oddly proud too. Unsure what to do with it, he just quietly scoots over to place the flower crown on his Captain's head. Very fitting.
An effort well made, he must say.
Despite the words lacking articulation pristine as devout hands proudly wove each strand of their work, what unruly stroke would harm truly bring if he failed to at least apply himself and try? Well then. He is pleased, truly, with knowing his unwavering and long since firm sense of faith in a certain Third in Command leaves nothing to be desired ( why, Fushimi-kun more than provides; every day in passing something new ) and never misplaced.
Only when a curious lining of particular floral arrangement finds perch upon his head does he turn an ever watchful and rather impressed eye.
Fitting indeed.
「 ♚ 」— ❝Yet another task befitting you, Fushimi-kun. Well done. Admirable results as always. It would seem I have an ample amount of time to spare. Shall I make one for you as well? ❞