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それは驚きです~ ↳ : Noctis from Final Fantasy XV enters TEKKEN 7!!

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No one just starts giggling and wearing black and signs up to become a villainous monster. How the hell do you think it happens? It happens to people. Just people. They make questionable choices, for what might be very good reasons. They make choice after choice, and none of them is slaughtering roomfuls of saints, or murdering hundreds of baby seals, or rubber-room irrational. But it adds up. And then one day they look around and realized that they’re so far over the line that they can’t remember where it was.

Jim Butcher, Cold Days (via nemo-draco)

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『 ✩ ░ Ｃｙｇｎｕｓ is not a big fan of sour, spicy, or bitter foods.  She once visited Ａｎｔｉｖａ with her family ＆ the amount of spice used in a particular dish gave her the chills for many days onward.  Sour ＆ bitter are rather similar；it just doesn’t appeal to her． She knows she has to eat things she doesn’t like to maintain her health though.   

She’s very happy about receiving sweets, but after having a ｂｅａｒ chase after her in Ｆｅｒｅｌｄｅｎ during the middle of the ｎｉｇｈｔ ー let’s just say she’s not packing any. 』

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Bowling For Soup - Girl All The Bad Guys Want

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Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

(via aureat)

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@cxllen-rxtherford

Macklemore!Cullen ft. the lyrical genius of @moristair

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touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

015.   fist bump .

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praesiidio:

“There is– I just cannot afford to display my heart on my sleeve for all to see. Just because I am honour bound, it does not mean everyone else will be and so it is best, in my experience, not to display too many weaknesses. A kind heart is easy to take advantage of. I suppose… in that sense reciprocating kindness is difficult, yes… for who knows if other people’s intentions are genuine? Orlais’ Great Game puts too many doubts in your mind over the simplest things. All you can do is your best and protect against those who would take advantage of you and there are far too many willing to do just that in Orlais.”

❝Ｏｒｌａｉｓ？  I’ve heard of their...game.  I used to think it was a story told by parents to quiet their children and prevent them from stepping foot outside Ｎｅｖａｒｒａｎ soil.  As it turns out, it really is very similar to Ｎｅｖａｒｒａ’ｓ culture.  Although we make more of a quick ｏｕｓｔ of our rulers rather than wait around in nonsensical parties.  Your current ruler, Ｅｍｐｒｅｓｓ Ｃｅｌｅｎｅ, is she still in charge or has someone seated themselves at her throne？  Her family was quite popular at my great aunt, Ａｎｔｏｉｎｅｔｔｅ’ｓ, funeral ceremony last year.  She only got resurrected once for the party.  My aunt, I mean.  Shame, really.❞ 

@praesiidio​

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chocobruh-art:

diabolik-trash-heap:

“What the fuck is that sticking to your leg Gladio?  A fucking old banana?”

Gladio corrects you immediately. “No…it’s my DICK.”

“Oh..k.  How is this gonna work?”

“Watch babe and find out.

Gladio grabs the sprinkling can off the nightstand, and you give him the most puzzling of looks.  He tips it over his cock, and at first, nothing happens as the water splashes over his crotch and thighs.  But soon, something quite magical happens, and the fruit-like appendage begins to twitch slightly…first to the left, and then a bit to the right.  The water keeps raining down, and soon the movement is consistent, almost beautiful even, performing what seemed to be a phallic tango, and getting plumper by the second, much like a Ball Park™ frank sizzling on the grill.  You kind did want to put in a bun and call it a night, but I mean, whatever.  A few more shakes of the can, and soon Gladio’s dick was a magnificent creature, almost too intimidating to look at directly, and you nearly had to shield your eyes as it beamed its holy light.  He set the sprinkling can down back down, fists on his hips proudly as he gave a new meaning to “I’m a grower, not a show-er.”

“Wow, I guess you fooled me Gladio.”  You stare at his cock, licking your lips.

“Yaaaaaa.”

oooh, I thought you had one about shriveling

Oh no, I have this image of Gladio’s dick shriveling up and making a sound like a deflating balloon and looking like some old ass dried up banana and I am fucking done.

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holykniight:

                           bones still ached from the catastrophe that had become HAVEN. he had saved lives, yes, the smiles of the girls he had found bundled in the snow still beam in his mind, and yet he himself was almost lost once again — the chill still clings to his skin and while his lover would tell him not to venture far, to care for himself, he still did the opposite, guilt pulling him to prayer and confession for past sins, for the lives of those who were lost and the blood that now stains his fingers. the lovers words mean more than a god’s ever will, but it is comfort — a second sense of grounding, to be grateful for what he had, that others hadn’t.

                           he soon forgets this though, the hum of a song meets his ears and soon he is searching for the voice behind it. the usually stoic features of the holy champion soften into smile when he enters the chapel and sees her, knowing full well that the armour he bore would not let him approach in silence as not to disturb her, but he so tries to, anyway. his hands resting atop a golden pommel of a great and holy sword as he slowly comes to take a knee beside her to let her finish her song and prayer in peace. 

                            though unfortunately it seems to startle the boy as much as it startles the singer. lifting leather bound and armour clad hands palm open for a moment, before they come to rest atop his sword once again and he bows, ‘you have a lovely singing voice, señora, i am sorry for interrupting your song,’ monotonous in nature despite how relaxed he holds himself, and yet… he laughs, and it is REAL. he holds a hand out to her, an offering of a greeting as he bows lightly before her, ‘i will not tell anyone i heard you singing, i promise… your secret is safe with me,’

His hand: large, with ｓｃａｒｓ alongside it, then ｓｔａｉｎｓ of the lives lost.  Part of the recovery initiative for Ｈａｖｅｎ.  Dismissive of the greeting at first, she hardens her ｇｌａｒｅ, but then she turns to him, the ｓｕｎ’ｓ rays from beyond the window refracted onto him perfectly to reveal his face.  

Ｐｅｒｃｅｐｔｉｖｅ, as she was, she could feel no ill-bearings in his words.  Her hands were cold, but rather ｃｌｅａｎ for someone who had just done a bit of tidying inside． Ｄｒａｇｏｎ ｓｃａｌｅ armor she adorned had seen better days． It was nothing she couldn’t ｒｅｐａｉｒ herself.  The scowl had softened.  Ｃｙｇｎｕｓ’ hand outstretched to meet his, but hesitated. 

❝Ｃｙｇｎｕｓ.  Ｃｙｇｎｕｓ Ｖａｎ Ｍａｒｋｈａｍ.  That is the name I was given.  Might I ask for yours？❞

Leaving the question in the air, her steely eyes met his as she retracted the gesture.  Walking over the corner of the room, she picked up a bucket of ｆｒｅｓｈ water and placed it on the stool she had used earlier, then moved it between them.  A small slosh of the water inside created a few ｄｒｏｐｌｅｔｓ on the edges.

❝I do ａｐｏｌｏｇｉｚｅ for this might seem...ｒｕｄｅ of me, but I refuse to make contact with any － ｄｉｓｅａｓｅ or ｆａｍｉｎｅ as a result of poor hygiene.  Please．．．❞

She motioned for him to use the bucket to rinse off the rustic smell of ｂｌｏｏｄ and grime.  Likewise, she used a separate bucket for herself.  It was more sanitary.    

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Sanctum

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I came here to do two things: have sex and murder people

and I’m all out of gum.

//It’s ya boy Zevran Arainai, everyone’s favorite murderous latin lover. This is Molly, your captain speaking. I’ve been writing this elf since 2014, with minimal workplace accidents. So if you like going from shitposting to the actual depths of despair faster than you can say “antivan milk sandwich”, step into my office~ Oh, and, hit me up with a like, reblog, or follow if you’re interested in interacting. 

Selective, nonexclusive, friendly to twins, ocs, and crossovers. Blog may contain NSFW or other upsetting content. Everything is tagged. 

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lasaghilan:

From Here.

“Easily - I looked.” He decided to ignore the comment on his head, looking at the woman with both his hands holding each other behind his back. “I am not fond of crowds. Or being drunk, for that matter. But I appreciate the invitation, thank you.”

He left the mark on his forehead, at least while she was looking, to avoid a pointless discussion.

The tone of the room became a bit ｓｏｍｂｅｒ． Maybe it was the amber liquid running through her, but she had a hard time standing up.  Hobbling over to his table, she ｒｅｓｔｅｄ her head on her arms as her body sank to the floor.  Her fingers ｔｏｕｃｈｅｄ the carved edges of the table． She was starting to feel the effects of the drink, surely that was it.  

❝Ｓｏｌａｓ，are you using a spell to replicate yourself？❞

Her silver eyes half-lidded． Ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ into a slumber.

❝I don’t ｆｅｅｌ too well.❞  

The cool ｓｕｒｆａｃｅ of the wood under her fingers started to warm and with it, her own temperature.       

@lasaghilan

Wit

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Give me your heart and your soul

And I’m breaking out

I’m breaking out

Last chance to lose control

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welp

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“Oh yeah Aveline. She’s a really cool character.”

“I wish they had made her prettier.”

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It doesn’t matter how many times someone fucks me over, if I love them, I’ll go back to them and that is honestly the most unhealthy and toxic thing about me.