#reidosduendes

[infernointerra]

Ray's alarm goes off

Me: Hey... Pssst, babe...

Ray: No.

Me: -snORTS-

[chevaleau-archive]

                             Drunken people lying on the ground everywhere -- perhaps knocked out from their own stupidity for partying too hard and getting drunken over silly celebration called the New Years. And Serena ended up dragging a man twice her size -- she was hungry, could you ever blame her for being greedy?

[infernointerra]

OutOfHell; My boyfriend thinks I'm disgusting and creepy ayyylmao this is why I get dumped jfc

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lost-lyubit said: Your cheekbones tho ahhh ;u;  

Is that good? ; v;

rei--dos--duendes said: ;cackles into the night

You-- you.. You, person, you

quint-e-s-s-e-n-c-e said: YOUR FACE THOUGH. YOU LOOK /SO DONE/ IN THAT PICTURE xD it’s cute though ;paps  

I LAUGHED SO LOUD AT THAT THO, I WAS SO DONE THO

crimsonmadness said: Omg. ;clings and kiss your faisu.

O-oh geesus o //o)/

[restless--ness]

| This Is a Holdup |

The bystanders were in for a start here-- They'd definitely chosen the worst day of the month to come to the bank.  To the eldest brother's dismay, there'd been a lack of money in the household.  Seemed his specialized workers just weren't making the quota these past couple of weeks, and they'd need some cash to last them long enough for him to hire some new ones.  

So here the four oldest Burckers were, all dolled up in their fashionable yet concealing attire which they reserved for such occasions.  Their guns raised up at the random citizens who happened to become involved, it was clear that none of them were fucking around here.  

And it was especially clear when Archer, the aforementioned eldest and brains of the operation, shot his heavy gun at the ceiling in warning.  

"Everybody down on the goddamn floor or we're gonna paint the fuckin' walls red!"  

Oddly enough, he grinned at the terrified squeaks such a threat earned.  A flat out sadist if anyone had ever seen one.  In fact, all four of them seemed incredibly raucous and excited, one of the triplets occasionally tossing out a taunt to whomever their guns happened to be trained upon.  

"You," The second oldest (whose named happened to be Leon) sneered, pressing his pistol up against the skull of the closest person as Archer made his way up to the trembling receptionist.  "You're gonna give me the money you got on you while we empty out your account."

[veelelfen]

rei--dos--duendes said: ;puts u in a crib; shhhh

//omf g ;;crying

u forgot my pacifier, i'm cry harder

[darkkou]

rei--dos--duendes

     He hadn't wanted to come out at this hour. There was nothing for him at night, and he hated walking along dark, haunted streets. His favorite time of day to walk was dusk, but that had completely passed. So it wasn't his choice to come outside. No, he was out this late because of the stupid demon. It whined that their home was too suffocating, and finally, Kou couldn't take the complaints anymore. So here he was, walking along the sidewalk past midnight, tired and dragging along.

          "Hope you're happy," he muttered to the creature in his mind, stifling a yawn.

[veelelfen]

                                   He wanted that, no that one. Probably that one too. Florian was staring at different cakes on the glass display of a bakery. Perhaps it was because of the christmas season, most of the cakes and pastries were beautifully decorated and it made them more appealing -- at least they were for him. He only had a few cents with him and surely that wasn’t enough. But ugh the cakes — he could feel his stomach vibrating about, causing awkward grumbling noise to be spread around and as if gesture alone could stop the noise his stomach was making, the halfling brought a hand resting on it. But he wasn’t allowed in the bakery, he knew it. The employee had told him to come back when he had more money to spend there.