#yellowimpurity

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spookywillpower/yellowimpurity replied to your post: ❝ Oh Hal... I didn't have to do much to make you...

❝ WE did it, Hal. Together. Except, no matter what all your friends believe… we both know that I wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat, don’t we? ❞

❝ There is no WE. YOU did it. You-- I wasn’t in any drivers seat. I had to sit back and watch you pull at me in my own head. It’s your fault-- all of it. ❞

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Parallax and Predator: Cosmic Entities. The human forms.

Fear and Love.

“Out of all of our siblings, I want to smash your face in the least.”

“Funny, I can say the same about you.”

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Send ‘kiss’ + “someones url” and I’ll kiss whoever they are|Accepting!

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Carol needed to go out, she needed to let loose a little and have fun. Okay, more like drink the night away while she wallowed in the pain of missing him. Some nights it was just too much for the woman to bear. Tonight was one of those nights and the Frank Sinatra they were playing wasn’t helping her mood any. It seemed the bar only knew the sad songs to play. Carol sighed as she looked down at her drink then around the bar, blue eyes landing on a beautiful blonde at the other end of the bar and she mentally said fuck it as she picked up her drink and walked over to her, albeit a little tipsy. The woman smiled at the other as she sat down on the bar stool beside her. “You look just as lonely as I feel.” She started as she inched closer, eyes hazed over. “How about I make it a little less lonely for the both of us.” She all but purred as she reached out to kiss the woman passionately, not giving a damn that she had just sat beside her. She needed an escape and damn it, she had found one. She just didn’t know why the woman seemed eerily familiar to her.

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@yellowimpurity​ cont. from x 

❝ The DEAD don’t fear anything-- ❞  What DID they have to fear anymore in the first place? Fear of death? Their hearts stopped beating long ago. Fear of their loved ones passing away? Fear of not being good enough? Fear of no future? All those fears are robbed upon death. THE DEAD aren’t afraid. They don’t think. They don’t breath. Hearts frozen solid just like the ground around them.  But what was Reaper, stuck between constant death and life. Regeneration and DECAY. Emotions like fear died the same day that GABRIEL REYES passed away. The only thing keeping whatever dead heart beating was the motion of revenge and anger.  But it didn’t stop the mercenary to form a scowl when he feels something pull on his mind. The entities smile spread wide as Reaper tilts his head to the side like a cat.  ❝ And if you THINK I’ll be entertainment for you--- you’re wrong. ❞