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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sade Olutola
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@theartofmadeline
Jules of Nature
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JBB: An Artblog!
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ojovivo
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Cosimo Galluzzi

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
hello vonnie
noise dept.
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
NASA
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@xbellum
{ yo where the fuck am i }
usexdiscretion:
CAN YØU SAVE – ?
CAN YØU SAVE MY – ?
CAN YØU SAVE MY H E A V Y D I R T Y S Ø U L – ?
{ i literally just made a new blog and im considering starting a new one okay
i kind of want to make a multiverse patrick or turn this blog into that bc BELIEVE ME i have aus out the ass that i want to rp but at the same time…. war. my babie.. }
「 ; whiskcyeyes ; 」
Heart rate hitches && eyes widen as he spots the individual; their appearance gave him quite the shock. He put a hand to his chest, breathing heavily, && his expression turned from one of fright to that of anger.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Gloved hands fold carefully, resting one on top of the other on the handle of his cane as the Horseman quirks an eyebrow, entirely unfazed by the other.
❝You’re the one in a hurry, I was minding my own business. Relax.❞
「 ; brendonuriies ; 」
♫┊ xbellum !
❛ Ahh - are you fuckin’ serious ? You’re a what ? ❜
❝Oh, nothing special, really. 'Horseman' is a bit of an outdated term, it seems, but, well, it is the most accurate. I'm sure you've hear it before.❞
「 ; justdropundead ; 」
“Whoa, whoa. Calm down buddy, I mistook you for someone else. Okay?” Pete took a step back and put up his hands. “We good?”
Shoulders pull, shuddering slightly, as he draws in a heavy breath. Darkened eyes bore into the other, and part of him panics.
This is not his brother.
War grumbles, lips curling in a scowl, before his gaze turns away again. ❝Who are you, anyways? You’re not… who I thought you to be, either.❞
xbellum:
{ im working on a new blog oops }
{ welcome…. its here }
Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.
{ coughs wow damn sorry i havent been on ive been like. SUPER busy. yknow. doing stuff. heres some proof this is where i was like. two days ago yknow just. man so busy wow }
❝Touch me again, and that hand’s coming off.❞
(x)
「 ; aiintitfun ; 」
Hayley was entirely fucking exhausted. The boys were even starting to worry. She hadn’t trained this much in her life but– she’d never had a bigger reason than now. Every time she closed her eyes, they burned from staying open so long– long days.But all this didn’t stop her from being alert. She was constantly mentally present && aware of her surrondings ( despite what the boys said ). This meant she sensed the presence on her street corner. She bristeled, ready to hide behind her looks or fight, depending on threat levels. She turned, eyes guarded to see– Patrick? The fuck?
War breathed slowly, a prickling sensation skittering down his spine as his gaze shifted, and a gloved hand flexes as his side, briefly flashing hooked claws. He tries to gather himself, compose this poor excuse of a vessel, pulling this cheap costume tighter around himself like a jacket. Feet shift, and he knows, he feels the gaze pressed to his back, and for a moment he hesitates, unsure how to… address this little issue.
But he knows he’s more acute, and a smile slowly splits his features.
❝You don’t need to be so shy, you know. Sneaking around like that really isn’t going to work out.❞
SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST, THE CITY’S OURS UNTIL THE FALL.
And then, he rides in. On his horse made of bone, to sweep
h u n g e r and p a i n across the land.
What a pity. What a shame.
four horsemen of the apocalypse. F A M I N E as written by wolf.
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