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formatting. do whatever fancy shit you wanna do with your blog idc idc but if we write it’s kinda impossible not to read your responses and i am so so over excessive formatting. to a certain extent i can respect it, but if you use caps, bold and italics then underline or cross out, vary the fucking font size and do that low/high text with additional && (which i read as double and btw), i can’t take it seriously, i read it like one of these dramatic piano readings. it just disturbs my flow. i get people do it to emphasise or add a little spice but for me personally, it’s spoiling the content.

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“That attitude,” Marissa retorted, watching as the other woman slowly backed away from Spock and eyed the young Lab with a look of caution and -- was that disgust she could also detect deep in Zeini’s eyes?

She whistled, causing Spock to quit his advance on the woman. Immediately, the dog ran back to her. Marissa kneeled down to pet him, causing the Lab to groan slightly and press into her.

“He just wanted to say ‘hi’, you know,” she told Zeini, not glancing up to look at her. “I doubt he would have peed on you -- he’s never done that.” A pause. “Well, unless he really hates you, which tends to happen if you do anything to me.”

#zeichans #/v: w e r e a l l r i g h t n o w #{ooc: I love the icon! i'm fine with your usual ones if you'd rather use them}#{ooh boy things are going to be interesting between them}

zeichans replied to your post:They call him Amadi "takes things too literally"...

excuse me, don’t avoid the question

“Sorry all questions are fielded through my agent!”

#zeichans #too important for this shit #out my face

They call him Amadi "takes things too literally" Necator, amirite

“I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you. Why are you here?

#running from shadows; crack #zeichans #fight me m8 #i dare u #this the best u got put em up

zeichans replied to your photoset:not really karin related but~ here’s some of my...

MY DUDE

MY GUY

#zeichans #:3c #( ooc. ) ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ.#I TAKE IT YOU LIKE THEM ?

The August heat had persisted deep into the night. Thunder growled out over the kingdom threatening a downpour. While the ebony haired male proceeded down the street it felt as if he was trudging through an urban rainforest, yet still Amadi moved with an easy grace throughout the desolate streets, taking meticulous care to not come into any physical contact with the depraved souls that milled about at this time. He had breathtaking features though, and often it drew curious glances from those that happened across his path. He heard the sharp intake of breath from several shadowed alcoves; for his was not a common look, as he sported his raven locks daringly, and onyx orbs flickered with a midnight deviousness. It was a look that drew people in with the air of power that truly drew one in; It was hypnotizing. Amadi however wasn’t concerned with the looks or gapes of astonishment that surrounded him for his ease of gate belied the assured urgency of his steps, as if he had urgent business elsewhere. That urgent business being within the castle walls, where his contact sat idle in his barracks; stoic and waiting so as to repay a debt long incurred.

So with those thoughts carrying him forth the ebony haired male leapt; his frame little more than a blur as the silver orb hanging aloft in the sky let forth its bountiful light drenching him and the outer lying word in its abundance of borrowed light. Though instead of being a grand beauteous thing this light was irritable and problematic in nature; splintering, cracking, and casting shadows in various directions, it was only with practiced ease and deft movements that he made it over the wall undetected. But something was amiss for even though the lanterns had all but grown dark, he still sensed it, the soft rapid lilt of another’s breathing; the obstruction of a body as the moonlight pelted the Earth.