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custose:

                                         RETURN TO DUST.

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krpkokawari:

“Smile Malcolm~💞” LOL 1hour drawing #1 Full smile @LoL60m

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hextechcalamity:

      Hand rising to run through pink locks of hair,       her grin only growing as silence gave slight       confirmation on the subject. Awesome a drinking        party with Graves! This is gunna’ be fun!

“Good! Then ya’ can’t say no.”

          Graves reaches into his mantle, pulling free a           concealed cigar. Tucking it between chapped           lips, the outlaw flashes the bruiser something           of a cocky grin. Graves thought to put some           flavor in his throat before washing it down in           a bit with drinks.

                                         It wasn’t like he currently low in his... supply.

      “ ‘Yer right, I can’t. But--! Th’ moment          shit goes south, I’m out. Got it, girl? ”

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notsogeniusgirls:

me @ all my rp partners

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‘Are you always a smartass?’ ‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’

Jim Butcher, Blood Rites

(via hqlines)

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sacredtails:

                                                                       “Don’t you trust me? “

~Indie Ahri Roleplay Blog

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flowering-mind:

Go fuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuck yourself

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linebecksart:

COME!

Join us in the chat as you watch me doodle and listen to me talk to ghostiepoots​ and MAYBE unkillableteacher​ and his gf if they decide to join in.

I WILL INTERACT WITH THE CHAT I DO PAY ATTENTION SO COME ON IN Y’GUYS you get to hear us talk and be dumb asses.

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disscnance:

indie orianna reveck. #disscnance written by litwick, writer of prcdigial and hemcglobin.

WHY DO THEY KEEP

      BREAKING?

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blackfairypresident:

OF MY BULLSHIT

GET A FREE 30 DAY TRIAL

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hooooOOOOLY SHIT IMMA BOUT TO BUST MY ILLUMINUTTI

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And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from. And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die. And on the day that you die, you’ll see the people you’ve met. And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been.

Life Like Weeds, Modest Mouse (via fiddlefordhmcgucket)

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jinxite:

WOAHAHAHAOOOAH–!!

     [ she screams, she’s laughing as loud as she can and she’s jumping up and down. as soon as that explosion goes off, that gorgeous display of gunpowder and whatever the hell else was in those shells bursting from his gun, she’s in absolute awe. she jumps up and down, clapping and cheering. she doesn’t care what just broke. she might later, but at the moment, that explosion is the coolest thing she’s ever seen in her life.

     at least, since she blew up piltover. she’s giggling, no, she’s still in full bouts of high pitched laughter, watching the destruction and chaos that was caused with just one of those shells. he glares at her, but she grins, wide eyed and excited, right back at him. ]

Do it AGAIN, Gravyboat! AGAIN, AGAIN!

     [ she jumps up, pumping her fist into the air and cheering. ]

AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN–!!

     Gods... She’s like a little kid. No, scratch that, she       might as well be one. But, Graves knew better than       that, to judge her by her cover alone. People are like       books after all.

                    Still...

                                                      Small or grown, Graves cared neither way. It’s                                                       completely unforgiven, the way she’d gone ‘n                                                       vexed him. Cocking Destiny once, its hammer                                                       slamming once with a thunderous click, a lone                                                       shell casing flies from the weapon’s body. His                                                       ammunition was still well in terms of count...                                                       But for how much longer? What shit--!

      “ No. No again, got that? Usin’ one of those         already puts me back enough. Jus’ be glad I         didn’t turn ‘n blast one on you. ”

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struttings:

             She nodded.

                        Yeah.

                        Of course she knew.

                        That bastard would keep showin’ up like a bad penny.

                        He obviously wasn’t finished with royally fucking up

                        her life, so why stop now?

                       Still, she wouldn’t look in his direction. she couldn’t

                       bring herself to do so. Throughout the years, Sarah

                       had gone through several emotions towards her

                       pursuer. First it was rage, blind and inconsolable.

                       At that point, she didn’t care about her own injury.

                       She had let it bleed out, her chest weeping sanguine tears.

                       Next, it was vengeance. For near a decade, her heart

                       was set on besting him. And after even that failed,

                       grief came crawling in. She had never allowed herself

                       to cry out, to grieve. The bounty hunter never told anyone

                       about the incident, never let anyone see her scars.

                       Fifteen years, she carried the burden.

                      “ Can I—

                             tell you something ? “

     Arching a brow, Graves knows better than to suspect her       of anything conniving. Not at this point. Not when she sat in       her own grief... pained, overcame. Clicking his tongue, he’s       in for a long night, he’s known since the moment he’d gone       and stepped foot into her quarters. 

      “ At this point, I’m pretty sure y’         can go ‘n tell me anythin’, Cap’n. ”

      Graves moves around in Fortune’s quarters, finding himself       a nice spot to rest his body. Against the wall, on the floor, or       even just a plain ‘ol seat. It didn’t matter, not to the outlaw.       What mattered? Well, let’s see, how about his comfort? He       might as well be, especially after the feeling he was getting.

             ‘ Alright, there we go... ’

      “ Now, what’s it that y’have t’ tell me? ”

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prcdigial:

    in silence he listened, in silence he surmised the events. there was only one good deed to come out of it. the end to the reaver king known as gangplank, the fall of his reign of utter terror on bilgewater.

        “ well i can give ya credit fer one thing. gangplank’s been utterly dethroned. whether he’s actually dead a’ not, he’s dethroned and that’s all that matters. bilgewater can’t be terrified by him any more. “

    after a moment of thinking further, ezreal stood back up, reaching up with a playful fist to give the other marksman a punch to the shoulder - light, jovial, joking.

        “ ya got that card cheater back and ya helped dethrone gangplank. i think that about more makes up fer th’ trouble ya caused. just… don’t do it again. because that was some crazy shit that went down in bilgewater. “

    Graves receives Ezrael’s punch with a renewed smile, a      heavy, hearty laugh escaping deep from Graves’s throat. It      feels good to laugh, especially after how tense he had let      himself get in front of a kid. It wasn’t like he was proud of      what he’s done, or what he’s caused, so he sure as shit      had no reason to do it again.

                                    [ To let it. ]

     “ Y’sure as shit are right on that one, kiddo.         Bilgewater’s at the best it’s ever been, or it         will be once everything’s calm again. Which         might take a while, but y’know, cities aren’t         made whole in a day, right? ”

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musicalredhead:

He grimaces slightly. “It can’t be still that bad right?”

“It’s been a couple of weeks since that uhh– now, what was his name… Anyway. Since that ‘Pirate King’ had burst up to flames.” He says, putting air quotes with his fingers as he says Pirate king.

“Surely the situation has improved… right?”

    Graves rolls his shoulders at the other’s assumption,      it wasn’t for Graves to know if that hole had gone filled.      He hadn’t stayed behind after all, the responsibility? It’s      Miss, er, Captain Fortune’s. Of course, Graves had been      interested in going back somewhat soon-ish.

     ‘ Gotta check if fortune’s            still favorin’ Sarah... ’

     “ Honestly? Hell if I know. It ain’t my place         t’ say, I had t’ get outta town as soon as it         all went down. Lost m’ gun, y’see... ”

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diaspoura:

DON’T F U C K WITH ME DON’T FUCK WITH ME.                    since YOU shipped my ass of to sea.                    i never knew where i was going ; i went where the water was flowing

                           I KNOW I’VE BEEN GONE A LONG TIME.

                           I’M BACK AND I WANT WHAT IS M I N E .