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All angels do is get high and dance to house music that’s why our lives look like this

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need more girls like this [x]

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most things can and should be heart-shaped

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its so fucked up that people living in the year 1337 didnt even know

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//Vivek is so funny bc he's bisexual but single but not because no one wants him, because EVERYONE wants this motherfucker. wants to kill him.

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//...........and they were roommates......

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[ KILL ] : sender kills receiver's attacker from Alura to Vivek ((I’m bored so sorry if I’m spamming))

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//you're completely fine!! ♥

Jesus Christ. Holy Fuck. Good God. And other such vaguely religious expletives he'd never dare breathe out loud. Even just thinking them is risky, but he's not exactly in the state of mind to police his own thoughts right now, the adrenaline (does he have adrenaline?) and excitement pumping to the max.

He really can't do much more than stare at the body. And then at Alura. And then back at the body.

His breathing's rather heavy for a guy who didn't actually do the killing, but shock can be a hell of a drug.

Was he... was he being accosted by just a normal human this time? Or... Did this girl just... kill a-

"What. The fuck." It comes out chunky, between huffs. "Did- was- ho- how did- wh-" So much for forming actual words, he's simply too baffled or possibly panicked to spit out any kind of full sentence.

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📐 + 5’0 for Alura

Send 📐 + your character’s height to compare with one or more of mine!

//You didn't specify who, so I'll compare her with the whole cast!

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Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

(Remember to specify which character/s. Click here for a height comparison tool!)

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//oughhh.......... abraxos glove worship.....................someone licking the blood off his gloves...........

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🩷✨

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"But of course~" He steps inside, almost gliding in the smoothness of movement. "Wouldn't want to waste it."

He does not bother to ask where the facilities are, seeking them out with precision, as if he already knows the layout of the building.

And he remains holed up in there for a while, leaving Azriel to ponder the bloodstain in silence while he cleans himself up, allegedly.

When he does emerge some ten, fifteen minutes later, he is still very very bloody. His hands- still gloved- have been scrubbed clean, as has his face, but the rest of his garments are still soaked. Or maybe it's just stains. It takes quite a bit longer than that to get stains like that out, after all. The deep warm red matches his eyes, though, perhaps it's an intentional fashion choice? He doesn't seem like the question answering type.

"Ah," He breaks the silence abruptly. "Where are my manners? Abraxos Drakuula." He opts to bow as a greeting, in place of a handshake. "You may consider me your 'neighbor'."

Azriel wasn’t one to be easily intimidated. He wasn’t particularly a violent person but he had the physical strength and mindset to be brutal towards others if he had to be. His indifferent expression followed the man’s gaze- looking at the blood stained grass before him. Although the man wore a smile- Azriel couldn’t help but feel as though this was a threat- a pure display of what this guy was capable of.

He didn’t flinch when the man got closer to him, his cold stare beaming down at him. If he wasn’t covered in blood and was just another ordinary person Azriel would’ve slammed the door in his face but he could sense that if he opposed- it wouldn’t end well.

Azriel didn’t reply right away, moving to the side to let him in. Why did all this weird shit happen to him? The guy couldn’t seem to catch a break with these sort of scenarios. Although this was the first where a man covered in blood and had stained his front lawn in it was at his door- he had been met with similar situations in the past.

“Try not to get blood everywhere.” He didn’t want to seem like a pushover. He wasn’t helpless or defenseless- he just didn’t want a fight.

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Send me ▧ for our muses to be trapped in a broken elevator together

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protective prompts, but make them actions!

[ FIGHT ] : sender physically fights off receiver's attacker.

[ TACKLE ] : sender tackles receiver out of harm's way.

[ PUSH ] : sensing danger, sender pushes receive behind them, sender becoming a human shield in the process.

[ WARN ] : sender, seeing incoming danger, shouts a frantic warning to receiver.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into a relieved embrace following a nearly-lethal fight.

[ INTERCEPT ] : sender takes a bullet/punch/attack meant for the receiver.

[ CHECK ] : sender worriedly checks the receiver for injuries after a potentially dangerous situation.

[ STEER ] : sender, sensing a dangerous situation simmering, guides the receiver to safety.

[ RECKLESS ] : sender yells at receiver after receiver endangers themselves unnecessarily.

[ CATCH ] : sender catches receiver as they're falling or collapsing.

[ KILL ] : sender kills receiver's attacker.

[ INCAPACITATE ] : sender knocks out receiver's attacker.

[ READY ] : sender prepares to fight for receiver.

[ DECEIVE ] : sender tells a lie in order to protect the receiver. (the lie can be directed to a potential enemy (e.g. "they went that way" "i'll take them") or to the receiver themselves.

[ HIDE ] : sender shoves receiver out of sight in order to hide them and keep them safe.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender tends to receiver's wounds.

[ WATCH ] : sender watches receiver after a potentially upsetting moment to make sure they're okay.

[ TOUCH ] : sender rests a worried hand on the receiver.

[ DEFEND ] : sender verbally defends and protects receiver from an enemy. (i.e. "if you want them, you'll have to go through me.")

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“the ethics of vampirism” well i just really like it and think it’s cool. What about that