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When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, ❝ C O M E. ❞ And another, a RED horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take 𝓹𝒆𝓪𝓬𝒆 from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sᴡᴏʀᴅ was given to him. #XBELLUM four horsemen of the apocalypse written by youngblood

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{ yo where the fuck am i }

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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 – ?

[xbellum]

{ 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.. }

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+9

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「 ; 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.❞

[xbellum]

「 ; 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 'Horseman' is a bit of   an outdated term, it seems, but, well, it is the most   accurate.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.❞

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「 ; 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]

xbellum:

{ im working on a new blog oops }

{ welcome…. its here }

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Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[xbellum]

{ 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 }

[xbellum]

             ❝Touch me again, and that hand’s coming off.❞

[zkbgns]

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[plsbuymepizza]

xx

[xbellum]

「 ; 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.❞

[santosbluebird-blog]

                         SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST,                          THE CITY’S OURS UNTIL THE FALL.

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                                         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.

                         ONE   |   TWO  |   THREE

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