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Okay, after a long while of thought, and possible crying over losing them- i'm scraping Matthew and Marcus. it's purely for my sake, for me trying to find them or try to do anything with them, i end up getting emotional, which usually ends up to me crying over losing the two guys. i apologzie if this inconviences everyone. should you still want to contact me, you can get a hold of me through Cain's blog.
After five hours, kinda fixed the keyboard. Gonna need to buy another soon. Unfortunately, with this stressing me out and the fact that i almost gave myself a panic attack; my Matthew and Marcus muse are gone. Cain's here, but not really. might be able to do small stuff on his blog, but we'll see.
-Wolf
My keyboards gone to shit, and I wont be able to get another for a day or so should I not be able to fix it. Hit me up on KIK: wolfycantle and Skype: caiinb if you wanna talk, but my skypes shit on my phone, so KIK is the way to go.
I hate having flashbacks about things I don’t want to remember.
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you were supposed to S A V E M E from myself
psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.
HEY YOU DORKS hello mobile here and yeah, expect pictures of random crap, tagged as "to be tagged;" for mine, and your convenience.
dhampxr:
❝It’s not my fault that you’re easily angered.❞ { rose was the same way, in truth. if someone even looked at her wrong, she’d be grabbing them by their collar with a fierceness in her eyes. impulse control was something she’d always had issues with. } ❝That depends. Do you know how to fight?❞
"And it's not my fault you're irritating."
Impulse Control isn't a part of Matthew's vocabulary, not does he care for it. Gut instincts are something he relies on, control unneccasary in most cases.
"Is that a real question?"
"Why couldn't the lifeguard save the hippie?" She pauses, and bounces on her toes excitedly. "Coz he was too far out!"
sweetheartsnark
"wai-"
"Dammit."
"That was terrible."
So i made a thing.
So i made a thing.
desaise:
“oh, okay — i’ll stop callin’ y’pup.” she’s doing her best to not laugh, so she purses her lips.
He's just gonna give her a look, squinting, waiting for her to try again, daring.
brokenisms:
❛ so, what brings you here ? ❜
"...--Nature, the forest, 'm always fascinated with mother nature."
desaise:
”But I like it, PUP. I don’t know, I kinda wanna stick with pup.”
Now a teasing smile appears, probably the last smile she will ever show if she keeps it up.
"keep it up, and you're losing an eye."
He's not amused, but irked, irritated, needing to hurt something.
brokenisms:
❛ hey, m’just trying to make some bar conversation. can you blame me ? ❜
"No, i can't. bar conversation is always welcomed."
gluttonistique:
"You want me to reveal that to you so easily?” His entire being reeked of blood, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. At the very least, this dog didn’t see him in his true appearance—though a part of him wished to reveal that. “What I am is a predator.”
"You know what i am, seems only fair for me to know what you are."
That smell, it had his mouth watering. it's been so long since he's had a taste of human flesh, and everyday he craves it. This thing wasn't just a predator, but something old, older than himself, and much more powerful.
"you are more than just a predator, you're something old." Matthew had never encountered something like this, nor did he ever wish to. this thing is most definitely something of superior strength, something that could end his life.
