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kreasura:

❛ … wh… ff … d…  ❜

head tilted up, pallid face cupped into their hand. black eyes stared blankly at the stranger. his disorder sentence expressed in a rather muffled, and the rest of the missing words were pinned down in his throat. krost unable to react back and neither his frame could carry out a motion — he felt a heavy pressure placed on top of his body. unmercifully crushing him. the poison he got inside his body, rushing through his veins resulted in a knife deeply cut on the surface of his skin when he tried to fend off an abrupt AMBUSHED. raven hues shifted — trailing the green-haired though until his head halts to its limit. unable to completely followed the man. the stiff body that his savior had carried to him was one of his attackers who gave the ghoul all the new wounds. his figure was in a seating position, and deliberately in any point — his upper body would eventually lay against the filthy ground. the dark alley was filled with quietness and stillness. no one would brave enough to stupidly wonder and put themselves in trouble. after all, this place was notorious for HOMICIDE incident. everyone would know. except, perhaps this stranger — who probably somewhat found themselves in this unforeseen event. krost could hear the sound showing something being inspected. and he perceived his savior was the one. a feel of relieved, letting out a heavy breath. just by the concept of  ‘ POISON  ‘  the man able to comprehend what they supposed to do.

a low moan of AGONY escaped from his lips that painted with blood. eyelids shut down as warm fingertips parted his lips, shooting the ghoul a surged of pain, and leaving a twinge in his mouth. a cough interrupted after an object shoved forcefully down his throat.

raiden pulled his hand out of the others esophagus, he didn’t care that his arm was covered in a mixture of blood and saliva-- his whole body was already drenched in the ghouls blood. dark eyes glued to the other, he waited patiently for signs of life from the dying body. gurgling noises emitted from krost’s throat, it was safe enough to say that raiden could move the body to a warmer condition. ‘ok buddy, let’s get you somewhere warm. one, two, three’ he struggled with the weight of the dead weight for a moment but regained his balance. raiden swung the unconscious body over his shoulder and headed for the tree house. 

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‘zaku’ an angry whisper emitted from the door. ‘zaku wake up, idiot’ raiden whispered again, a little louder this time. grey eyes fluttered open, an angry voice replied ‘what the hell, it’s three in the morning.’ the green haired boy threw zaku’s blanket’s on the floor and hissed ‘just, get over here.’ they stood together in the small bathroom, aimlessly staring at the bleeding man in the bathtub, unsure how to go forward with the situation. ‘we have to clean him, he’s filthy’ raiden thought to himself out loud. ‘it’s you’re mess buddy’ zaku replied, unwillingly helping the situation. 

raiden began carefully peeling off krost’s dirty clothes, trying everything not to be weird about it; trying to preserve his masculinity he made zaku stay with him the whole time. he turned on the hot water and began to wash the ghouls wounds gently with a washcloth, the towel ran over endless amounts of scars. raiden examined them for a moment, curiously. when the ghoul was finally clean, the two bandaged him up and placed him gently onto raiden’s bed; which was the bunk under zaku’s bed. raiden lied on the floor next to krost. he couldn’t sleep, he was so curious; he wanted answers. dark eyes peered over in the darkness over at the unconscious creature lying in his bed. he waited patiently for any sign of movement, but there was none. his eyes began getting heavier and heavier until it wasn’t worth fighting. the solider fell helplessly back asleep on the carpet. 

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Ian held the sharp weapon in one hand, rich colored blood dripped off the end of it. He distanced himself as well, looking up at the tall beautiful blue haired creature. The masochist heard passing rumors about the mercenary and her tragic past, but he wanted get to know about know her on a more personal level. “They did say you were strong, but I didn’t know the half of it ” he replied amused. It was if the gash in her leg was an experiment in it of itself. Ian ignored her voice-- her soul, but gawked at her skin-- her features, her body. He wondered how much her meat, hair and skin would sell on the black market, or maybe she’d be more money alive. A hand extending out to touch the alien, he’d never seen anything like it. 

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summer 2013-winter 2014

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Heyo Egg here presenting my lil oc Annette. She’s an average lady with some angel blood that gives her a few interesting quirks. She’s a sweetheart despite her temper, please come love the lil angel. This blog is private and selective! There will be dark themes and nsfw, since I’m up for writing most genres, just so you know ahead of time. A few key points:

Annette Belmont is a foster child

she honestly believes she can lift a couch with ease because of her healthy lifestyle

kinda hot headed

works in the fashion industry 

that mom/big sister friend

please like or reblog  if you’re interested & I’ll give your blog a little look-see!!

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Happy New Years! Thank you for writing with me. Your muses are cool and your writing is stellar, keep it up! I hope 2018 treats you well!

I’m so happy you like them! I wish I knew who you were so I could say the same, I hope you have a wonderful 2018 as well <3 xoxox lots of love.

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sycophantiques

Oh, what a buzz kill. Lorenzo wasn’t asking for too much aside from playing some random tricks on the passerby’s and he had chunks of packed dirt, that had solidified due the cold, in his hands. He was going to plant these small packs of dirt into pockets of strangers that passed him by and he wished someone could join him in this charade. Sadly, the other didn’t seem like they were up for it. Sighing, he juggled the lumps in his hand and then fails to catch them so that they collided with the concrete ground below him.              ❛ Lame. It’s no fun if I do it by myself but suit yourself, dude. ❜

‘how is this fun for you?’ he laughed softly. he couldn’t wrap his head around lorenzo’s thought process, why go through all this trouble to inconvenience people. the green haired guy scooped up a chunk of dirt into a fist and flung it at the other. ‘idiot’ he said half-jokingly. ‘let’s just get going already. we are going to be late.’

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Corbett really hadn’t meant to spell the other. He was trying to subtly get a leaf out of their hair that was bothering him and he had accidentally hit them with a gust of wind so hard he had knocked them over. He gasped with shock before rushing over. Kneeling beside them and reaching a hand out to help them up, “Are you Okay?” Concern lacing his voice as he spoke.

the air pushed out of her lungs as she landed on her back against the hard ground. thank god her fall was cushioned by the snow or else she could have been seriously hurt. at first she was overtaken by the shock, but then she started to laugh from the relief. she lie there for a moment. even though she didn’t have magical powers like the other, she wanted to do something similar. rubbing gloves together mixed together with the dry cold air, when she went to go touch the boys hand she transferred a shock!! to him. 

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kreasura:

with a dignified step each time he took, his posture carries the air of an archaic and humble manner. as a pureblood vampire, he had been walked the earth for centuries. to him, it was a problematic commission in adapting to his surroundings that he momentarily lived in. 

the lean figure made his way through the crowds until a faint force of being pulled from the back by his sandy overcoat. turning around, bloody hues meet with ashen orbs staring back at him then to his clothes, ❛  — yes, dear? ❜

zaku noticed the beautiful figure passing among in the large city of people-- the city of dreams. grey eyes darted toward the mysterious creature, eyes locked on the other figure. zaku aspired to look as amazing as the man before him, as beautiful and powerful, but they weren’t even close to that level yet. coming to this city zaku barley had anything to their name except their large dreams of working in the fashion industry. 

something fell out of the mystical creatures long jacket onto the floor. zaku pushed his way though the crowd and grabbed the wallet off the floor concrete. without thinking, the red head brushed their hand against the vampires arm, asking for his attention. “here. you dropped this” their small voice cracked. 

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