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   Her hunger had gotten the better of her. What was supposed to be a pint of blood taken from the drunken stranger had turned into an entire drainage of the poor guy and as his body slid down to the ground with a soft ‘thump’, Indira let out a long, frustrated sigh. While she didn’t possess a DNA any longer for the police to track her down, she had developed a sense of morality over the last few centuries that made her feel guilty for killing someone: Artames would be annoyed at her too. She would bring the body back home to eat but that was too much of a hassle right now for her to do so.

    “He was a waster anyway..” Trying to justify the killing by criticising the stranger’s drinking habits made her feel a bit better and as she nudged the tip of her boot at the lifeless body, she tugged a clean napkin from her pocket. Wiping the leftover blood that stained her lips, the female spun on her foot only to be greeted by the sight of someone standing at the end of the alley. Had they seen what happened?

[cfkindness-a-blog]

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₡ Ridge is looking at her in surprise still, that is, until she mentioned why she was here. “Cu-Curious?” So his eyes travels down to his skateboard. “Oh!” With a clear of his throat, he picks up said board and shows it to her, “I was cleaning this guy up.”

          melody leans closer to inspect it, head tilted to the side a little. ❝  huh. l-looks pretty c-cool, r-really!  ❞ to be honest though, it looks a bit dangerous too. ❝  f-from-- from what i’ve s-seen, those aren’t e-exactly easy to-- to use. a-and one friend of-- of mine h-had one, b-but it was a l-little smaller. a-and he’d practice o-on it a lot but u-usually he-- he fell m-more often th-than not.  ❞

[distanceisbest-blog]

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The little abandoned shed, that was being held up by the tips of its nails, was recently discovered by Sam. He decided it was would be a good place to play with flames. He was right, it lasted for weeks, that was until he started a fire he couldn’t stomp out.  It grew across the side where he was messing around. Sam fell backwards, as he tried to get away from the fire. He banged his head against something metal, and he found him regretting more than the fall. 

Sam’s hazel eyes centered on the metal tank that dented his skull. By the shape of the tank, he knew exactly what it held. Propane. Even if the tank was empty even a drop of residue could turn this shed to ash after, of course, there is a mini, atomic explosion. Sam couldn’t stop the fire, but he could run. Immediately, he stood and moved as fast as possible for this tiny boy to move through merciless flames. The fire tore at his skin, but he couldn’t stop.

The white-haired boy busts through the door, ready to run for his life when he noticed a man right outside ground zero. Sam, directed his running towards the taller male, while saying “shit, shit, shit,” non-stop the entire time . About a yard away from the other male,  Sam yelled “RUN,” and reached for the stranger’s hand...

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nothingbutruins replied to your post “I reverted back to old bio pages as a temporary change and the text is...”

I use this one character theme if you look you can check it out. You can use that if you want, it's good for those who have multiple muses

!! Thanks I’ll check it out bc honestly I am terrible at picking themes it takes me like 4 hours to settle

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Many times throughout the year, Sora went on adventures. The destinations usually unknown until he had finally stopped walking. Most of the time he ended up deep within a woods or in a cave. As long as it was secluded and far enough away from his adoptive parents, he was fine. The reason he wanted to be isolated? He wanted to be able to practice his magic freely. If his parents ever saw it, he knew that he would have been disowned.  Walking down what had become a familiar path to him, the blond hummed to himself gently. The clicking of ceramic material echoed within his ears with each step he took.  If it was his first trip into the forest, he wouldn’t have brought anything, but now he knew better. He knew of a single person living in the area. While they weren’t close enough to be considered good friends, Sora couldn’t help but to deem their relationship as that.  With the “abandoned” house coming into view, a large smile crept onto his features as he picked up the pace only stopping once he was in front of the door. Lifting his free hand, Sora knocked gingerly upon the door before taking a few steps backwards. 

“Clyde, I brought you some things!” He could not possibly wait until the door was open to make his announcement. What he had brought? Different kinds of sweets. Ranging from cookies to cheese cake. Along with a few samples of jewelry he made and the raw materials to make jewelry as well. 

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✉:write a letter to your muse

Dear Nico,          You’re trash but that’s exactly why I love you. Hue. Please stop making young people fangirl/fanboy over your 34-year old ass. e A e. How can you be badass but a loser at the same time, I don’t understand. Also STOP OVERDOSING YOU DIMWIT. DO YOU WANT TO FLOOD THIS WORLD WITH MY TEARS IF YOU DIE. Omfg please don’t die. djshfjkhsfks. Anyway uh yeah. Don’t nag at me to do something else when I should be doing drafts. I will hit you. Work with me. ==;; SINCERELY,       YOUR TRASHY MUN <333