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Someone: Raising a family is hard

Necromancer: Not if they're buried close enough to each other

Someone: What?

Necromancer: What?

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EINS. Golly, I wasn’t sure this would be a decent number to do a bias list at but I really appreciate everyone sticking with me and joining me on my little monster. Several of you remember how hard it was in 2014-2015 to get her off the ground which eventually led to her inevitable hiatus. I’m sure most of you recall my blog disappearing off your dashes with no word, but the fact that many of you are still around makes me incredibly happy. The fact that so many new people in this fandom are following me and interacting with me makes my little black heart swell. This is just a small bias list of people I admire, have stuck with me, and those who I hope to one day write with. If I forget anyone I’m sorry! ♡ - Hamlet

ZWEI. @synthesiiized  /  @inflamcd   /  @thetiniestlang  /  @indecorcus  /  @shadcwpreacher  /  @perilist  /  @atonedsins  /  @loschen  /  @redsabcr  /  @rapierone  /  @umbrathea  /  @quiksilverfast  /  @clawinkitten  /  @whoslaughin  /  @cityinferno  /  @weided  /  @noctisiism  /  @lighttempted  /  @ourburden  /  @terrarise  /  @mcgnetic  /  @heartrendcr  /  @awokenapocalypse  /  @burnsthrough  /  @metalliferousx  /  @elemcntalism  /  @dushavor  /  @mcsche  /  @fcst  /  @xmarksthescott  /  @thirdlight  /  @unleashcd  / @avepravus  /  @magicxecustos  /  @ruinaa  /  @nottheteamsociopath

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               ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴜsᴛ ᴄʀᴏᴘ ‘ᴄᴜs ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ

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they  left  her  to  decay  in  the  PIT  OF  DEATH,      watching  her  flesh  deteriorate  into  flowers  that  BLOOM  with  beauty.      they  stare  :  looking  at  what  they  think  to  be  VAPID  sprouts,      only  to  witness  the  dying  corpse  of  a  celestial  body  WANISH  into  a  garden  of  pulchritude.       ❪    est.      march  1st.      reboot.      may  27th.      /  /  portrayed  by  marsh.    ❫

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)

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an innocent smileth spreads across her lips,  and thither is a subtle glimmer  in   her pupil,  ere  she looks hence, shyly. she wast not the  prettiest, at least not in her mind. the lass wast far  too whey- faced, or so they’d say. eyes squinched, thomasin examines thyrius closely. his ragged features, and not restful lids. she doest not respond for a minute. ‘ what about thee? thee  art  not  only madeth of                                                                     flesh.’                                                thomasin whispers. ‘                                                           i feeleth t. ’ the one handeth that wast not gripping his wrist, softly  touches the skin  beneath  his  eye.  wast touching too much. surely, if 't be true somebody hath  found  out about this, she'd beest lynched. 

‘ who art thee? ’

“I’m the one who’s going to chop your dick off, and glue it to your forehead so you’ll be the limp dick unicorn, thats who the fuck I am…But you can call me Thyrius…”

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Reblog if you don’t mind OC x Canon ships

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Reblog this if:

You’re a roleplayer

We can plot

We can be friends

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SHE’D BEEN A WITCH HERE ALL HER LIFE. AND ONE OF THE THINGS A WITCH DID WAS STAND RIGHT ON THE EDGE, WHERE THE DECISIONS HAD TO BE MADE. YOU MADE THEM SO THAT OTHERS DIDN’T HAVE TO, SO THAT OTHERS COULD EVEN PRETEND TO THEMSELVES THAT THERE WERE NO DECISIONS TO BE MADE, NO LITTLE SECRETS, THAT THINGS JUST HAPPENED. YOU NEVER SAID WHAT YOU KNEW. AND YOU DIDN’T ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN. ( x )

                          IND. SEL. WITCH OC                           WRITTEN BY KELLS.

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Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.

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an innocent smileth spreads across her lips,  and thither is a subtle glimmer  in   her pupil,  ere  she looks hence, shyly. she wast not the  prettiest, at least not in her mind. the lass wast far  too whey- faced, or so they’d say. eyes squinched, thomasin examines thyrius closely. his ragged features, and not restful lids. she doest not respond for a minute. ‘ what about thee? thee  art  not  only madeth of                                                                     flesh.’                                                thomasin whispers. ‘                                                           i feeleth t. ’ the one handeth that wast not gripping his wrist, softly  touches the skin  beneath  his  eye.  wast touching too much. surely, if 't be true somebody hath  found  out about this, she'd beest lynched. 

‘ who art thee? ’

“I’m the one who’s going to chop your dick off, and glue it to your forehead so you’ll be the limp dick unicorn, thats who the fuck I am…But you can call me Thyrius…”

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‘                             aye. i do. i love it. i slaughtered mine family for a reason. ’      

cue a bittersweet smirk. her small hand curls into  a  fist,  softly  she presses  it below her chin. ‘                                 and i love you. ’   

“ I admire your work. ”

“You admire carnage? Is this said to please me?” A brow arcs “Do I look pleased?”

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‘ thither is no needeth to yell, mine lord. thee truly                    seemeth like one scandalous wench. ’ the sweet bloom’s voice hushed,  eyebrows hath raised  in sudden  annoyance.  thomasin’s  small, whey, pale  hand gripped thyrius wrist kindly. that lady touch wast  fragile, as the lady  wast nothing but a blossoming deb. ‘ i  has’t  cometh  from  england.   peradventure tis that that hath both   of us troubled ?   the  tongue i speaketh, is far from foreign whither i cometh from. tis thy odd dialect that hath me abashed. wherefore                                                           art thou from? ’

‘ who art thee? ’

“I’m the one who’s going to chop your dick off, and glue it to your forehead so you’ll be the limp dick unicorn, thats who the fuck I am…But you can call me Thyrius…”

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« ｋｉｎｇ »

cue a sweet, shite eating smirk. thomasin had a  knack   for   sensing   piths,    &  something       about  him  tasted  of  absinthe  and  glint.

‘ i  wend  by  thomasin,  if ’t be true thee must                                                                 know. ’   

the tender bloom’s eyes now gazing  upwards, for twas  very  true  that  she  wast  quite small &  that  gent  wast  considerably taller than her.

‘ who art thee? ’

“I’m the one who’s going to chop your dick off, and glue it to your forehead so you’ll be the limp dick unicorn, thats who the fuck I am…But you can call me Thyrius…”