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"Noo, Tony, stay." A hand caught the fabric of his shirt, of course she was trying to persuade him out of leaving or at least out of his shirt.
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@ofomerta || lms.
"Noo, Tony, stay." A hand caught the fabric of his shirt, of course she was trying to persuade him out of leaving or at least out of his shirt.
@ofomerta one for the bad times.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
She was screaming. Christ it was like there was no making her happy. She was screaming at Tony because she was livid with him. She had no tolerance for stupid mistakes or egos getting in the way. “Blyat!” she swore and threw a glass at him. Not directly at him, the wall behind, where it shattered, red wine trailing behind. She’d never been so angry with him, be she had been this angry before.
“No that Nicci know you want his head on a platter, where do you think that leaves us? You might as well pull the hammer back for him. You fucking idiot!”
ofomerta replied to your post:
and you give me shit for having so many blogs
listen here you whippersnapper, most of these i wrote on for at least a year or more before i lost muse :P and i was an excellent blog hopper back then that wasn’t so jaded about the rpc
@ofomerta one for the good times.
Yelena laughed a little too loud and quickly covered her mouth not wanting to way his sleeping daughter. She was drunk, her cheeks pink as they were in the coldest Russian winters. She was drunk and so was Tony and it had been a good evening. And an even better alibi. Through secure channels, they had taken care of a bit of opposition tonight, all while drinking, and dancing, and not having a care in the world.
“I love you,” she said unabashedly. It was the first time she’d said it and meant it, really meant it. It wasn’t a show for those who kept eyes on them, nor a proclamation to give validity to their relationship. She meant it whole heartedly and the cheesy grin that spread across her face told him so.
nekrikos replied to your post “id kill if someone had a muse with zak bagans as the fc”
Trust me I've thought about it
do it for @ofomerta and me, murph
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because even though we haven’t interacted that much (both OOC and IC) I’m such a fan to be honest!! fun fact it’s one of the first blogs I ever followed on this blog and probably the first blog with a mun I didn’t know beforehand.but also the muse - now muses, are so well written and well developed, like wow, I’m so jealous. everything is so well thought through and detailed - it’s an entire world (or well mafia) you get to enter! and the way you /just/ added Rosa into it all?!totally not saying I’m stalking your threads on my dash but I am and I just love how different the siblings are written and how they each have their own voice!