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moving psa

it is upon me. tomorrow, aka thursday, i will be moving houses. aaaaagain. and unfortunately, this time, we are unsure when we’ll be able to get internet hooked up at the new place. hopefully it wont take any longer than a week, but if i suddenly disappear for longer, y’all know why

i’ll be lurking on discord and my blogs until i physically cant keep my eyes open tonight, though. pray for me.

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D. Gray-man HALLOW 06: Allen & Road

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                           soft screaming from the dream dimension

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                           “ There really is no problem a cute smile can’t solve. “

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i was writing stuff and then my power went out its back now but,,,,,, my draft,,,,,,,,,,,

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quench

violent sentence startersquench: my muse forces way too much liquid down your muse’s throat

                        “Come on. Drink drink drink!” Despite the obvious care in her words, Road’s actions reflect nothing of the sort. She cares not for the way the young woman gags, nor for the blood drawn from roughly forcing the glass’ rim based pinched lips. It may as well be an attempt at drowning her poor latest captive, most of the water splashing messily down her chin to soak the frilly dress the Noah had oh so lovingly picked out for her. 

                        Sitting back heavily on Ranmao’s lap, she visibly pouts, eerie narrow pupils fixated on the other girl’s face. “You can’t get dehydrated, you know? Nobody wants a doll with shriveled, dry skin.”

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He must’ve seen it here. Seen it? Yes. Their real bodies. The real identities of the artificial apostles.

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A-Z Meme for Aggressive & Violent Muses Sentence Starters

!! Contains violent & potentially triggering content !! 

arm: my muse breaks your muse’s arm

blood: my muse draws blood from your muse

chin: my muse grabs yours by the chin and forces them to look at mine

digest: my muse forces your muse to swallow something that isn’t meant to be eaten

ear: my muse slices your muse’s ear off 

finger: my muse breaks one or more of your muse’s fingers

groin: my muse harms your muse’s groin 

heart: my muse stabs your muse right through the heart

intestines: my muse wears your muse’s intestines as an accessory

jaw: my muse breaks your muse’s jaw either with their fist or a heavy blunt weapon

kidney: my muse skewers your muse’s kidneys

leg: my muse severs one or both of your muse’s legs

muscle: my muse uses a mallet and a chisel to hack through your muse’s muscle

neck: my muse strangles yours

organs: my muse harvests your muse’s organs

pupil: my muse plays a game of darts with your muse’s pupil being the bullseye

quench: my muse forces way too much liquid down your muse’s throat

ribs: my muse breaks every single one of your muse’s ribs 

scalp: my muse rips every single hair from your muse’s head, either individually or in chunks

tonsils: my muse removes your muse’s tonsils

ulna: my muse rips out the ulna bone from your muse’s arm

vein: my muse injects something lethal into your muse’s veins

wrist: my muse shatters every bone in your muse’s wrist

x-ray: my muse ensures all 206 of your muse’s bones are broken

yelp: my muse damages your muse’s vocal chords

z: your own prompt here

add “+ reverse” to reverse the roles

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                 Uh oh. Her latest lollipop may or may not have found itself stuck to someone’s head. Oops.

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takes her hands since she's so smol and makes her do a dance o3o [ ron has a death wish ]

                     What’s this? You want a puppet? You want a doll? After indulging him for a few moments, she abruptly transforms, hanging limb in his hold.

                    “I didn’t think you were the type to play with toys!” She sounds delighted.

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                     when it’s daddy’s birthday but he aint here.

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gcmeovertime‌:

This place was an absolute mess–did dispatch really think he would be able to get all of this done by himself and still have time to attend the corporate party? Ronald has half a mind to think they’ve done this to him on purpose…

Flipping irritably through his list, he stamps the latest corpse. Muttering something bout overtime before he is approached by…

“Little girl?“ And how could she see him? And walk among the corpses emitting that poisonous gas unique to akuma massacres. Great. Another weirdo. “I don’t have time to play. Don’t you see I got a job to do?” He revs the motor of his scythe and tries spooking her by pushing it in her direction. “Run along now!”

                    How cute. The girl hops back gracefully on heel clad feet, eyeing his little toy with no small amount of interest. An odd thing to wield, all things considered, but certainly not the strangest she’s seen.

                    Wide violet eyes stare up at him in mock surprise, clutching her parasol tighter as she lets her lollipop clatter to the ground unceremoniously. If he wants to view her as a simple child, then she’ll gladly play the part, confusion feigned with a subtle furrow of brows and a pout to her lips.

                     “A job?” She parrots, voice tinged with disappointment while she files the information away; A job implies responsibility, but to who does he report? How organized are these scavengers? “Doing what? Everything’s broken here.” There’s a pause before her next words, face lighting up as though she’s found the answer-- Not that it’s correct. That much she’s well aware. “Are you here to help rebuild?”

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@avellaturortem is an unwelcome guest.

                      “ Why, you’re a long way from home, aren’t you. ” She’s not blind; Power radiates from the being in front of her, bright & stifling & utterly divine. It disgusts Road, even knowing this thing is the furthest from a Christian god as one could get. 

                      “ Japan belongs to the Lord Millennium. Your kind isn’t welcome here. ”

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@gcmeovertime came to the wrong neighborhood

                  She’s far from surprised to catch a vulture lurking at the edges of the Earl’s latest conquest. The Noah’s glimpsed his sort before; All well tailored suits and eerie green eyes watching, waiting for their turn with the many corpses left in the Holy War’s wake. 

                  Had they interfered more, perhaps there’d be a headhunt put in motion; But as it stands, whatever business they have with the dead has yet to interfere with the Lord Millennium’s plans. It does little to sate her curiosity, though.

                  Parasol resting casually over one shoulder and candy in hand, Road approaches the rat with an air of nonchalance entirely unbefit for the wreckage surrounding them. “ Do you need help? “ An openended question- Best to let him draw assumptions before revealing anything herself.