#sunsummon

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      there's something about her. something in her blood calls out to michael,       sings to him. it's an experience he has never felt before, and thus it has       him spooked. if something can lure an angel, what harm could it unleash       on mankind? he approaches her with apprehension, eyes constantly       searching for traps and concealed threats. ❝ who are you? ❞

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sunsummon replied to your post “sunsummon replied to your post “6: Do you write outside of roleplay?...”

still A LOT MORE THAN I'VE DONE except maybe my total accumulated pinterest boards for my ocs could match that :'))))))))))) pinterest is my excuse for wasting time

I try to write every day, even if it’s on here as either wonderful Kaz or either of my OCs. It was definitely an experience! I have faith that you’ll write one!!!

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sunsummon replied to your post “6: Do you write outside of roleplay? (Books/fanfictions)”

I CNNAANT BELIEV E YOU'VE FINISHED A BOOK I haven't even written 2 scenes yet how dare u

It’s 150 single spaced typed pages (12 font). Sorry, most people believe I’ve somehow cheated at writing one and must have giant font or something. But yes, I wrote one and it’s trash and I sincerely regret the attempt because my writing is so much better now!

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6: Do you write outside of roleplay? (Books/fanfictions)

Yes, I do! I’ve tried my hand at fanfiction (never posted it but I have some files of it) but I never thought I was all that good in comparison with a lot of the people out there. I do, however, write books and I actually completed one a couple years ago! I’m working on one right now, technically two, that revolve around my OC’s. I promise I won’t ramble on about them.

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playlist: go crawl back into that canal you dweeb

             mixtape! || always accepting

go crawl back into that canal you dweeb                        a kaz vs alina mix

war child — hollywood undead            them haters try to get their hate on but i’m too sexy i’m like oooooooh~

sour candy — carly rae jepsen feat. josh ramsay            oh your humor makes me, makes me nauseous

mug shot — MAX feat. sirah            so put your hands in the air, i’ll be the bad cop, dance ‘till we all drop

star boy — the weeknd feat daft punk            you talkin’ ‘bout me i don’t see the shade

kids — onerepublic            i refuse to look back thinking days were better just because they’re younger days

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HAHA

in other news, i could probably make an alar.kling mix...

[dear-darkling]

Alina makes his ice cream fall onto the ground, laughs, and leaves.

Taken from the Darkling’s diaries, as recorded by the Oprichniki:

I like to remember the little things. Her laugh, her hair in the wind, the sarcastic roll of her eyes. The days I would call her to my workrooms just to banter over meals, for I feel so much happier when she banters with me, and that day I was in such terrible humor and she so strongly disapproved of my breakfast. “Stress-eating” was what Ivan called it. I cannot even recall what I was so agitated over, but I had set aside my healthy plate for a pint of ice cream.

“You can’t do that,” Alina had exclaimed. “You’ll make yourself sick!”

I had smiled, despite my then temperament. “Alina…”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know, Grisha don’t get sick, but you can still feel terrible after. If I have to suffer through herring and rye, you do, too.”

“I’m the Darkling,” I had said. “I can do what I want.”

“You don’t do this every day, do you?”

I nearly said no, then remembered all the midnight cupcakes I had Ivan bring me, all the sugar-dusted cookies and the sweet rolls and the pies. I sniffed. “So what if I do?”

Alina’s expression tightened angrily and she did something I had never expected from her, although I find that I am constantly making the same mistake of underestimating her. She grabbed my pint of ice cream. At the same moment, I grabbed it, too.

Alina had a sharp look in her eye. “Give me the ice cream.”

I bristled. “No.”

We wrestled with it, pulling it either way. But my fingers were numb from cold and slippery with melted ice cream, and her hands were clean and ready.

“Give. Me. It–” Alina was practically seething when the jar slipped out of my hands. Alina was still pulling at it with all her might. The sudden release surprised her and the jar flew by, landing on the floor, the soft ice cream spilling out.

We stared at it, both of us stunned. Then Alina tossed her head back and laughed. I remember feeling torn between petty anger, humiliation, and a fascination with the way her hair tumbled as she cackled. Then she spun on a heel and left, still laughing, leaving me alone to mourn my ice cream.

Saints, I love her.

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@sunsummon ( x )

is that icon from a nsfw art is2g

GET OUT ME SWAMP.