#lxdysforza

[niightroad]

@lxdysforza replied to your post: it seems as if valentine's day is coming up fast,...

“You’re a priest we don’t /have/ Valentines.”

          “But the chocolate...”

[whimsical-immortal]

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Is that so?” Alucard asked with an unpleasant smirk, “You’re either very foolish or very brave…though, often, there is hardly any difference between the two.”

[niightroad]

@lxdysforza replied to your post: Lady Caterina has returned!!

*squints* “…You were saying, Abel?”

          “I was saying that it’s such a nice day out that we should            LEAVE and enjoy the beauty while... it... lasts?”

[nonamedevil]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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muserpt (meme re-blogs)

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[turbinegodparasite-blog]

❝ everything has its consequences. ❞

His daughter, his wife, his whole family. His home, oh his home. How he misses it, this holy war there is no end in sight. Everything blurrs but he must focus, because if not his daughter will die, sickness or not. 

  “Of course.... but remembering now will only weaken   moral.”

[sxintguillotine]

@lxdysforza

   “Anderson. Father Alexander Anderson.” The man spoke softly, his hands clutching tightly to the books under his arms. “Section XIII member.” His eyes closed softly and a smile tugged at each end of his mouth. “I myself found a particular interest in the Rise and fall of the Holy Roman Empire, a wonderful read about a strong time in the life of our faith.” His eyes reopened, and his head bowed toward the woman. “I wish you good fortune for today.”

[iamclearlyawizard]

☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK

Edward sat in his ‘guest’ room in the vatican.  “Oh, the big woman herself brings me a drink?”  He asked.  “What is this for?  Is this for something special.  What is the special I have going on hmm?”

[iamclearlyawizard]

💀

“I love you. I mean, I’m still gonna kill you, but man, oh, man, am I gonna feel bad about it!”

Edward looked at her with a  laugh.  The assassin that was sent after him as he took a trip to the vatican was dead on the floor.  “Ah!”  He laughed.  “I love you, I’m still gonna kill you, but man, oh man, am I gonna feel bad about it.”  He held his side, closing up his wound.  “Your damn people still resist my calls to war, but, hah, you save my life, ripping into that guy like that.”  He laughed.  “Cute.”