exmortiis
exmortiis
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ex mortis ( n. ) [ . . . ] undead.
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exmortiis · 26 days ago
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MOVING TO @noctiium
alright i've decided to move blog in a way to start fresh ( i'm keeping some stuff so don't worry ). if you'd like to keep writing with me and my muses you can follow me over there and we can cook something together!
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exmortiis · 1 month ago
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MOVING TO @noctiium
alright i've decided to move blog in a way to start fresh ( i'm keeping some stuff so don't worry ). if you'd like to keep writing with me and my muses you can follow me over there and we can cook something together!
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exmortiis · 1 month ago
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MOVING TO @noctiium
alright i've decided to move blog in a way to start fresh ( i'm keeping some stuff so don't worry ). if you'd like to keep writing with me and my muses you can follow me over there and we can cook something together!
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exmortiis · 1 month ago
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MOVING TO @noctiium
alright i've decided to move blog in a way to start fresh ( i'm keeping some stuff so don't worry ). if you'd like to keep writing with me and my muses you can follow me over there and we can cook something together!
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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The Evil Dead (1981)
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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wanda maximoff. @illbringthechaosmagic
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A raise of a brow followed her words, despite the way the modified balaclava didn't let any of his expression transpire there was a flicker of amusement dancing behind dark hazel hues as his gaze was unblinkingly fixated on her. " Ain't I the one who should be askin' that? " An almost inaudible chuckle slipping past his lips. Despite the calm demeanor, each and every single muscle of his frame was tense like the string of a bow, ready to snap if needed. " After all, you’re in one of me safe houses, ain’t ya? "
A pause, gaze following her action before a shrug was offered, a glove hand coming to lift the front of his balaclava, just enough to show his mouth when a bloody grin was offered. " I 'ad a bit of a run-in with death. " Tongue poking at the corner of his own mouth. " I popped down 'ere to keep me head down for a bit, but ah well. " He pointed out gesturing at her. He wasn't one to enjoy company, but neither one to turn it down, even more so when it was obvious she was on the edge.
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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daisy duke. @cre8ed
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A ever so subtle tilt of his head while he listened to her, perhaps an apology was in order after her words, and yet, while also not seeing the need of such thing, Nick also knew it wasn't something she might have wanted. " I can always pretend that your mighty punch does hurt. " Teasing veiled words. " Perhaps I can even manage to shed a tear or two. " After all he was quite the good actor, wasn't he? The greatest pretender. A shake of his head was to follow. " Well, that is something to look forward to, isn't it? "
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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genevieve o'hara ‹ @walkeddeath › left a bloody note ; [ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face. ghost uwu [ x ]
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Simon's features laid bare under the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom. Scar tissue and burn marks scattered over pale and stubbled skin, some deeper than other, each and every single one of them telling the very same story. Fingers itching to reach for the familiar balaclava that was laying forgotten on the towel rack and yet, he didn't, letting Genevieve guide him to sit on the closet toilet, watching the way they removed the razor from his hand as if knowing that he wouldn't put up a fight or complain.
They weren't wrong.
The focus behind hazel hues while he watched their every move could have been compared to the way he looked through the scope of his sniper rifle during a mission; unbearable intense. And yet his frame didn't tense, their presence surrounding him with a sense of peace, warm and heavy, but most of all, familiar, as if the shadows of his soul had danced along their smudged light once before.
His now empty hands coming to rest against their side out of instincts when they used his lap as a seat. Head ever so slightly tilting back, giving them access to the last bit of stubble. Like a guard dog following his owner's command, " Wotcha doin’ this for? "
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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nikolas ravette. @mxrvelouscreations
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The familiar voice combined with the ever so gentle touch were enough to drag a shaky and almost painful breath from the witch's mouth. It was rare, unheard of, for Nick to let anyone see him in such state, after all he was all too well acquainted with the knowledge that the mere sign of weakness, of vulnerability could cost him everything.
And yet there he was, leaning into the touch. If only for a beat longer before he found himself giving a shake of his head. " I'm sorry, " A pause, fingers coming to run through his own unruly hair. " I didn't mean to wake you up. " His hand now moving to rest on top of his lover's one. " Or cause a scene. "
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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daisy duke. @cre8ed
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The raise of a brow followed her words and while the corner of his mouth curved into something akin to a smirk the chuckle that soon escaped from his mouth was almost dark in nature, lacking the humor it should have followed. " Well, you could always try. " The focus on the word try quite obvious. " There isn't much stopping you, isn't there ? " Oh, he was being an asshole, wasn't he ?
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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BRUCE CAMPBELL as Ashley “Ash” J. Williams
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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renato lyra 〃 @deadlykitefight
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Another low chuckle rumbling in the ex-boxer's chest at Renato's reaction to his words, even though in the far back of his mind there was a little voice telling David to stop fucking around before it was too late; before he messed up for one last time and the younger man would finally have enough of his bullshit. Such thoughts ever so often having such vice grip on his whole being, however it was so easy to dismiss them when the warmth radiating from Renato seemed to wrap around him like a blanket made of sunlight and salty breeze.
" Ah know ya do. " There was acknowledgement behind those simple words, in the way his tone was quieter than usual, even if David didn't want the other to put himself at risk for him. He braced himself for the familiar sting to make his teeth grit, and damn if it did but he could handle it, he always did. " Dis is yer payback, right? " The hint of teasing laced within his words before he let go of Renato's fingers, just so rough digits could move to rest against the other's cheek, cupping his face. " I never said it weren’t, sunshine. " The ghost of a half smile crossing bruised features. " But you make stuff easier to deal with, better. So I don’t mind gettin' a bit of a rough time. " Thumb stroking soft skin. " I’m ar’ight with it, anyway. "
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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tomorrow i got my last doc appointment for a while, which mean i will have more free time and more importantly i won't be as stressed as i have been lately. so hopefully i can get back into the swing of writing because i miss it and i miss y'all.
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exmortiis · 2 months ago
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You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats. God, that is really not fair. You heard his too? Oh, yeah. It's just adrenaline, I'm sure.
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exmortiis · 3 months ago
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“i’ve seen finer gods than you, child. / & i’ve swallowed them whole—”
— George Abraham, from “self-portrait as melting clock,” al youm: for yesterday & her inherited traumas
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exmortiis · 3 months ago
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𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷.
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