#onsilksheets

[aninsightfulpast]

What are your other ro blogs? :)

{☩} I currently have one other RP blog that I’m keeping active and on - an Indie one that is, because I am in RPGs, and that’s On Silk Sheets - Rose/Bela.

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

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//*squee and inhuman noises.* Really?! ohmygoodness.//

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

onsilksheets replied to your post: Oh... can I just say one thing?

Bby, IGNORE THEM! Really, ignore them.

Thanks, sweetheart! I am for the most part, but seems I am the one being ignored. Be nice to have a friend that sticks around though.

[custardandfishfingers11-blog]

Impossible Things | Bela and Eleven

"Um, excuse me?" The Doctor said, tapping the brunette's shoulder and shooting her a smile when she turned. "Hello, um, bit of an odd sort of question, but my usual hub for information is..." He made a face. "Cranky. Could you tell me what year this is?"

[poorthackerybinx]

[Inbox emptied. Drafts are weekend project.]

[poorthackerybinx]

Well aren't you precious. [Crouches to pet the kitty.]

Precious? I’ll have you know I’m just slightly too old to be precious.

[balthasnark-blog]

Hell and Back Again

Some of his siblings saw humans as nothing more than pawns, humorous playthings to be ordered about to and fro. Balthazar disagreed though, wind a human up, let them go, and their creativity and sheer contrary nature would confound even the oldest of his brothers. Plus it was much more entertaining to see.

Balthazar checked himself in the mirror again, a trip to hell, even if one was only visiting left its marks, sometimes deeper than one could see. Still, it seemed he had avoided any sort of major disfigurement for his vessel. He turned his eyes to the sleeping form of the supine woman on the bed and wondered if she would appreciate what he went through to bring her up. Probably not given what he had heard of her, but he didn't expect much more. With any luck she wouldn't recall most of what happened to her, it was usually best that way with mortals. To face the sheer existential horror and recall the unique experience of being trapped in hell was often too much for a human's psyche to take and still stay sane.

His brothers would probably question his decision to pull this one in particular from hell, but so many were missing, so many lost. They needed what help they could get, not to mention that throwing her into the mix would certainly be entertaining and vex his brother's little pet human to no end. He noticed a slight movement, either beginning to wake or feigning unconsciousness then. Good, because much longer and he would have had to start drinking the magnum of champagne by himself, and champagne like this was best enjoyed in company.

The resounding pop of the cork filled the room as he spoke, "Welcome back to the land of the living my dear! Have a drink, I believed you've earned it, also it helps with the whole not having a sudden urge to claw your own eyes out at the memory of--well, do try not to think of it."

[letsraisealittleperdition-a-blog]

Hello, darling.

Hello, bitch.