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@xwildheartedx-archived
“The fierceness of the Beast had laid within him.
But there was also a gentleness, like the Fawn.
And yet, his soul blazed like a grandiose Fire.
He truly did have the heart of the Wild within him.”
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; N O T I C E ;
okay, the new blog is up. go and follow this one, please. this blog is officially shutting down, so unfollow if ya want and go follow the new one. the theme is just in place for now, so it’s going to change.
i’m thinking about remaking this blog. been reaaaally givin it some thought, and i think i might. just want to start fresh and stuff. get rid of all the clutter and bullshit.
👙 [ whoever you want???? ]
“Are you aware this is the men’s dressing room? …and that you’re suppose to knock rather than just barging in?”
Ah shit, she fucked up.
She was so busy with trying on these new jeans that she didn’t think to knock. And she was so airheaded to not look up to see if she was going into the right dressing room. Damn, damn, damn, she didn’t know how to get out of this one!
“Y-Y-Yea’ well, I-I….” She was at a loss for words, before a small ‘shit,’ had left past her lips in a hushed whisper. “…jus’ don’t tell anyone, please.”
Mathias loosed a frustrated sigh and quickly tugged his slacks back on, fastening the button and sliding the zip as fast as was humanly possible before placing both of his palms on the woman’s shoulders and ushering her back out of the dressing room.
“…and whom would I tell exactly?” he remarked evenly, raising an eyebrow as he went to shut the door, “Now hurry up before you bump into someone.”
“I ‘unno, ya could be one-a those gossipy, bitchy types,” She says outright, not really minding her language once she was being shoved out of the dressing room. She didn’t particularly like how she was being handled, but she’s been treated worse. But still, it didn’t quite sit well with her.
“Maybe ya could, I dunno, not be shovin’ me, pal?” She asks, in that funny accent of hers, but it was teetering on the edge of something dangerous. Though, it wasn’t quite as serious. “I ‘ave two perfectly capable legs, thank you very muc- AH!” She let loose a yelp, once her legs were taken from under her by a misplaced seating bench.
And by reflex, her grip had tightened on the man, bringing him crashing down with her.
“When I say it doesn’t hurt me, that means I can bear it.“ ~ キルア=ゾルディック Kirua Zorudikku
got fuckin shampoo in my goddamned eye, goddammit
👙 [ whoever you want???? ]
“Are you aware this is the men’s dressing room? …and that you’re suppose to knock rather than just barging in?”
Ah shit, she fucked up.
She was so busy with trying on these new jeans that she didn’t think to knock. And she was so airheaded to not look up to see if she was going into the right dressing room. Damn, damn, damn, she didn’t know how to get out of this one!
“Y-Y-Yea’ well, I-I….” She was at a loss for words, before a small ‘shit,’ had left past her lips in a hushed whisper. “…jus’ don’t tell anyone, please.”
i would like to blame @ammazolie for inspiring and fueling my gulty pleasure for yandere aus, rip me
((yes I wanted to see more yanderes))
Noooo! Poor Mettaton!
reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.
reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.
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Does that say Doki Doki?
loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry
Beatrix O’Brien; Fightin’ Spirit!
Born to humble farmers on the outskirts of Alabama ranching lands, Beatrix was born on one hot July morning, where the heat was at its most intense. She was born with long, golden hair and the most beautiful blue eyes that anyone has ever seen. A beautiful young debutant in her childhood, she had grown up to be quite the rambunctious and free-spirited young woman she is today. Having a knack for sports, she is quite athletic and is muscular than most girls her age. She’s done everything she could in sports; from baseball to soccer, and even to football. But, she finds that wrestling and mixed-martial arts is what she loves the most. And so, she is quite proficient in hand-to-hand combat, from simple takedowns to the most strenuous of knockout moves, she knows it all by heart.
But, she had found herself growing bored on her small ranch in Alabama, finding no stake to lay down or even any reason to stay there any longer than she should. And thus, after many nights of fighting and arguing with her parents that she could no longer stay there, she had decided to run off into the night, decided on never again returning to that place. She needed something more, you see. With such a fierce spirit as her own, she wanted something more thrilling. Sports no longer appealed to her, besides mixed-martial arts, she found no comfort in the things she used to enjoy. So, hitching a ride on one of the buses, she had made her way out of state, and soon enough, she was left to hitchhike. She didn’t mind, if only to escape from her dreary life on the ranch.
And so, she hitchhikes from city to city, finding things she had never seen before, loving the sights and sounds she gets to experience. Staking no claim where she went, she was happy just traversing the country, with nothing but her backpack and her wits. Though she may stay in a city for a few months on end, she eventually finds it within herself to pull away once she’s gathered enough money. By doing odd jobs here and there, and even participating in a few underground MMA fights, she’s made a living off of beating up random strangers for OTHER stranger’s amusement.
When she’s had nothing else left to see, where would she go to next? What would she find, once she’s exhausted herself? Well, that is a mystery that is better left at the end.
