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I'm in a serious need for a very good fist fight. Whose down to get the shit beat out of them? I need to start training again.

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Z E L O ...from the Greek and Roman God Mythology “Zelus” whom was the god of rivalry.

This kid is as ruthless as it gets. Has beaten several of his opponents to death with nothing but his bare hands. Known for Grand theft auto, Robery, Smuggling illegal merch and Kidnapping.

Warning: Approach at your own risk Like | Reblog | Follow mirrored literacy | indipent rp | AU | Intro | +18 approach mun for plotting.

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I'm here. Alive, and here.

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Can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships? I’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

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                               Lim Zino - 27                 Straight - Single - Literate - Independent                             Reblog/Like/Follow

Hey my names’s Lim Sungbin, but you can go ahead and just call me Zino. I’ve been MIA for somewhere in the range of 6 months or so, so I’ve lost contact with a lot of people that I was tight with before.

I may look a bit intimidating, but I promise I won’t bite unless you as me to.

Anyways I’d definitely appreciate it if you’d give this post a reblog and follow me. I’m not a huge fan of just ‘liking’ it though, you feel me?

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If you are an AU or OC that actually threads with people and have a muse that isn't sexual ( not a porn star, prostitite, camboy, bdsm etc etc) and do not spam the dash with your fucklists aka biaslist, please reblog this. I am having a hard time finding actually roleplayers instead of horny teenage girls.

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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina (via words-and-coffee)

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Might seem like I give a fuck but nah

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Homemade Cookies and Cream Magic Shell

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I've somehow managed waking up.

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http://gunsammomilitary.tumblr.com/

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As soon as she realized she was not going to shake this man off is when the fear hit. Stupid, Ceit felt so stupid in this moment for not having a single thing on her. Usually she had a knife, a gun, her body guards, something. Today though, the only time where it would have really mattered, she didn't have anything to defend herself and brute  strength wasn't going to get her where she needed. Her hands moved to start shoving at his face when she felt his lips press against the skin of her neck, following it with that soft lick. "I don't. I don't know what you're talking about, but I am not going to make this easy. At all." Her voice was a low growl as she jerked herself about in his hold.

He grins, easily keeping himself bound to her — he is pureblood, after all, and in Hel, he was known mostly for his strength ( and then, of course, his dashing good looks ). At her words, he only chuckles darkly, leaning in to brush his lips along the column of her neck, stopping where her heartbeat is most prominent to press his lips to the skin there, speaking against it. “Oh, but you should care, my little love. You should, because it means I’m absolutely famished, and you… are the first neck that has been so willingly offered to me since I went down all those centuries ago.” Grinning against the skin, he slips his tongue over it slowly. “Come with me, and we won’t have to make this such a scene.”

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Really, she wasn't expecting this lunatic to already get in her face so quickly. Usually, from what she was use to, they beat around the bush before they got in your personal space so quickly. Her head jerked back once more and she was almost instantly trying to pry his hands from around her waist, her body tense and the cool skin not helping how cold she already was.  "Listen, you weirdo, I'm just trying to go home. Just trying to go home and rest after a ballet class. I don't care that you've been asleep for three hundred years or what fucking ever." Her voice was a low hiss, not trying to gain any more unwanted attention in the streets.

He chuckles at her reactions, a low hum rumbling in his throat. “You humans are so awfully funny sometimes, I must admit. You’ve definitely grown more of a sense of humor with the development of proper language.” Licking over his lips, he stands himself up from his bench, and leans into her space, an arm curling around her waist. “Let me assume that touching you isn’t a wise move either, hm?” He chuckles, cooing softly. “I couldn’t care less about wise choices, or moves, or what-the-fuck-ever. After three hundred years of sleeping in a coffin six feet underground, I’m quite enjoying being carefree as ever.”

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"Adorable?" Her voice came out a soft hiss when she felt that cool touch against her cheek, head trying to jerk away from the touch. She couldn't help the slight flush of her cheeks though when she finally met his eyes, her hands fumbling for a brief second before she took a step away from the already too close man. "I was simply stating. It's not a wise move." 

"Crazy?" The pureblood offers a wicked grin, fangs fully on display — he had no fear and no reserves when it came to being entiely whom he was, and it showed. Leaning in closer to her, he chuckles deeply and reaches out to brush her cheek with cool fingers. "How cute that a stranger would think I would care if she thought I was crazy." He suddenly settles into calm, head tipping back a touch as an unnatural gaze is settled upon her. "Adorable, really."

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I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.