♔Queen♔

{Indie and Selective Velociraptor Blog} {etc: 12/06/15} Online {x} Offline {} NSFW Themes WILL be included on this blog

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[velociraptcr-blog]

“People think that above all, war is about fighting. That’s not true. It’s about waiting… for the next attack, the next meal, the next morning.”

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velociraptcr:

// Follow my other blogs if you want to continue stalking  following me:

Max Caulfield  (Active)

Bucky Barnes (Active)

Sigyn (Semi-Active)

[velociraptcr-blog]

// Follow my other blogs if you want to continue stalking  following me:

Max Caulfield  (Active)

Bucky Barnes (Active)

Sigyn (Semi-Active)

[velociraptcr-blog]

// Okay well I guess it's time to delete this blog then - no one seems to care anyway

[ohdccr-blog]

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ohdccr:

                                  || STEP BACK IN TIME ||

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// Hey guys - yes I'm alive and god..I just don't know what to say. I'd hate to admit it but..I think I might be losing my Muse for Talon here? She doesn't get as much attention from both myself nor anyone else in this fandom any more and I feel like she is slowly dying out? I don't know what to do...for now I'm going to either be on my Max blog or my Bucky blog so feel free to check me out on them as well. Love you all ♥

[soldivr-blog]

;; outofwinter - Okay so has anyone played Life Is Strange? I REALLY want to make a Max blog but I also want to have a Chloe as well…anyone want to be my Chloe?

[velociraptcr-blog]

Okay, don't listen to that anon dear. Your theme looks amazing! I'm almost jealous tbh ;)

// I'm just a total noob at Photoshop XD I just wanted to know if it looked okay or not;; Oh well, thank you though! It's very sweet of you to say that! -hugs-

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no to the theme. it should be a velociraptor not a human, or a velociraptor /and/ a human

// Right...okay.

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// Okay changed my theme. Yes? No?

[crybabyfromhell]

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velociraptcr 

The mun of Velociraptcr just seems like some stuck up bitch to be honest. You’re not as amazing as you think you are honey. You’re crap. You’re dog shit. Just delete.

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// I'm not really bothered if someone doesn't like me. I've had all of this rubbish for a year now so getting hate like this is just...boring now. Sure you don't like me - fine. I don't care. 

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// Oh and before I forget...anyone on here good at making and editing themes? I REALLY need a new one for Talon here.

[trxckerjxcker]

Let her be everything, because she is everything. (insp.)

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// Okay so like for a starter cause I need this blog up and active again. We don't need any more fandoms dying out! I love you guys too much.

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GOD YOU'RE SO FUCKING BORING! DELETE THIS CRAP BLOG AND LET THE OTHER RAPTORS GET ON WITH IT. YOU'RE TERRIBLE AT A RAPTOR. YOU CAN'T WRITE FOR SHIT.

// HAHAHAHAHA.

No.

[ohneets]

As we approach what used to be the grand entrance, Gale points out something and the whole party slows down. I don’t know what the problem is at first and then I see the ground strewn with fresh pink and red roses. “Don’t touch them!” I yell. “They’re for me!”

The sickeningly sweet smell hits my nose, and my heart begins to hammer against my chest. So I didn’t imagine it. The rose on my dresser. Before me lies Snow’s second delivery. Long-stemmed pink and red beauties, the very flowers that decorated the set where Peeta and I performed our post-victory interview. Flowers not meant for one, but for a pair of lovers.

I explain to the others as best I can. Upon inspection, they appear to be harmless, if genetically enhanced, flowers. Two dozen roses. Slightly wilted. Most likely dropped after the last bombing. A crew in special suits collects them and carts them away. I feel certain they will find nothing extraordinary in them, though. Snow knows exactly what he’s doing to me. It’s like having Cinna beaten to a pulp while I watch from my tribute tube. Designed to unhinge me.

No one will fully understand — how it’s not just a flower, not even just President Snow’s flower, but a promise of revenge — because no one else sat in the study with him when he threatened me before the Victory Tour. Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, “I can find you. I can read you. Perhaps I am watching you now.”