#rcddler

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Want a robodog- Rcddler

YES!!!

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@rcddler continue from here

[text] well, i wouldn’t say i was fully there. [text] whatever you pumped me with did it

[mvtricide]

❤️ ( FOR LIS )

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[upirheir-blog]

@rcddler

The sound of booted feet meeting cold stone tiles echoed down the GCPD’s halls. Green eyes, nearly luminous in the dim light flicked around to look briefly in open doorways or those passing by. Every curious, the young Upir could not help but watch. Roman had not intended to come to Gotham- no one in their right mind would. However there was a need, and he was not about to ignore it.

As he neared his destination, the alluring coppery smell of blood became noticeable. He took a moment, steeling himself against it, and pushed forward. The door was slightly open, a simple tap with the toe of his boot had it creaking the rest of the way. Leaning against the door frame, an air of casualness that he currently did not feel.

“Messy job huh?”

[mvtricide]

♛ LETS TALK ABOUT ME???

BBY LETS U BAE 

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;  

my opinion on;

character in general: NYGMA IS THE SWEETEST MUST PROTECT BUT ALSO MUST WRECK THIS BBY BRING OUT THE MADNESS how they play them: i’ve said this before and i will say it again and AGAIIINNN. your version is flawless and i am in such awe tbh coz you nail the inner voice and the thoughts and torment but omg you get his nerdy cuteness so well too and FEMALE NYGMA OML SHE IS ADO–…..okay seriously, seriously you realise i could go on forever, right?! the mun: PRECIOUS BBY MY FELLOW TRASH ILY!!! and tbh i just adore how much we share our shippy, feely feels all the time ITS TOO MUCH FUN U R A STAR. 

do i;

follow them: forever and always! rp with them: like c’mon, i wouldn’t be able to stop if i tried! want to rp with them: only all the time. ship their character with mine: HAHAHAHHAA YES. OUR MURDER BABIES. 

what is my;

overall opinion: i think tbh a keyboard smash is warrant here. ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDSASDFGHJKL;LKJHGFDSA U QUEEN 

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rcddler replied to your post:

/slides my URL in with a $20

*praise to u I am trash*

LIES! I love you 

[oftheannex-blog]

  IDENTIFICATION; @rcddler

“ I know mom, I know. There’s no harm in trying though. He did seem sincere. “

The phone hung in between Kristen’s shoulder and head as she looked at the pile of clothes on her bed, trying to find something presentable for her date tonight. The very same date that her mother was trying to make her cancel. ‘Too many dates, Darling, too many boyfriends. Stop settling. Just wait for the one.’ her mother’s words echoed through her head even after she hung up. She might have been right on this one though, as much as it pained her to admit it. She didn’t know Mr. Nygma. She kept herself busy in The Annex. There was no need for interaction other than to give and take files. To say she had been surprised by him asking her out was understating it. But his eyes were hopeful and she couldn’t imagine saying no, even as the denial was on her lips. So a ‘yes’ slipped out in its place. It was not excitement that was making her heart beat so frantically.

Once she slipped into her skirt, a little shorter than something she would have worn at work, and applied a fresh coat of lipstick, she decided on a modest turtle neck. Nothing to make him too hopeful. A  little voice at the back of her head ,sounding suspiciously like her mom, said that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. There was not much time to linger on said thoughts whoever, for there was a timid knock at her door. Gathering her coat and her purse, Kristen took one last look in the mirror, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear, before she slowly ( as slow as she could without being rude ), made her way through the bedroom and out to the living room, where she opened the door to greet him.

“ Hello, Mr. Nygma. “

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@rcddler is new

“Excuse me, Mr.Nigma?”