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Believe me this move looks abrupt but ive been debating and ultimately decided to go through with it

Find me here if i can @ myself

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Believe me this move looks abrupt but ive been debating and ultimately decided to go through with it

Find me here if i can @ myself

@feverfingers

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Believe me this move looks abrupt but ive been debating and ultimately decided to go through with it

Find me here if i can @ myself

@feverfingers

[feverfingers-aa-blog]

Believe me this move looks abrupt but ive been debating and ultimately decided to go through with it

Find me here if i can @ myself

@feverfingers

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Ghouls🖤

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IM A PUSSY N IT TAKES ME A WHILE TO TALK TO PPL BUT JUST KNOW

I think you're all so rad my dudes.

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Ngl my url also makes me think of disco club w Saturday night fever, which is fitting bc abba

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i am this 👌🏾close to moving onto another blog. this 👌🏾close

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bitchenkitchen‌:

The clatter of cold metal almost made Ozone jump. Almost. He drew in a long, cold breath, before he turned his head, and oh fuck, if he even made one misstep here, he was dead. The ghoul almost had a foot of height on him and certainly a lot of weight- Ozone couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so tiny.

Another cold breath that made his nose tingle. He must have smelled the food, Ozone thought, and maybe that was a good thing- he’d made it himself, refusing to bring down the gruel that had been suggested. Even a prisoner deserved something better than a cold, chunky porridge, so he’d made a chicken soup from scratch, testing it himself. It was delicious, as were all his experiments.

Ozone gulped, trying to keep his hands from shaking and spilling the food. He looked up at the ghoul, green eyes glinting in the low light, and held out the tray, as if offering it. He wanted to know if the ghoul was interested before moving closer.

Pale eyes were glued on him. Tracking his every twitch. His every breath.

The sight of him treading closer brought an invasion of hands that breeched his mind as he was infiltrated with the memory of his incarceration. Coercers shoved him down into submission with the heels of their shoes, grinding the side of his skull against stone, and trapped both wrists and arms with metal that pinched into his skin as he tried to strain them apart now.

The might of his tail, wilder than an ocean’s will, was forced down, tangled around the cuffs in the most compromising position for the beast had fought, tooth and fucking nail. Whipped his tail with the fury of a mace and shattered a row of chairs and pews and legs of those who stood to close.

An untamed soul wasn’t meant to be kept under the confines of a sealed tomb.

Still, the cuffs refused to burst and he flared his nose in a disgruntled huff, though it sounded more like a stubborn horse than a Ghoul. A silent ultimatum reached his train of thoughts ; wither his strength away with this useless endeavor or accept defeat and bide his time. Seek an opening he had no qualms sinking his teeth into.

An opportunity like him, who he scrutinized with taut muscles that begun to relax. Visibly relax. A soft growl fluttered from Ghoul’s throat as he leaned forward, sniffing the air around his neck.

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cinnabaritebouquet

‘did it make a hole in the wall?"

  “If we want to get poetic⎯⎯No. Just a hole in my heart.”

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🇫🇷🍞   =   throw   a   baguette   /   this will be the closest we will get to baguette bc all i see is squares �� |  @justapawnx

   “I could have had a Philly Cheese sub with this.”

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🇫🇷🍞   =   throw   a   baguette   /   this will be the closest we will get to baguette bc all i see is squares   |   @mortemsisms

Caught this one. Caught it with the finesse of a man who has had experienced in the field of catching baguettes. Oh yes. There was a science to this. “Jokes on you, Madam.” He laughed, it was all in jest, pilling a collection of baguettes under his arm. “I plan to keep all of these.”

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🥖 where did it come from where did it go

🇫🇷🍞   =   throw   a   baguette   /   this will be the closest we will get to baguette bc all i see is squares   |   @girlharm

“Ah–” No time to Keanu Reeves this. It knocked him–––right across the face, and he winced as the collusion of the mask and his nose was not the most savory combination. “I’m going to knead you to cease and desist, please.”

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🥖 an old one

🇫🇷🍞   =   throw   a   baguette   /   this will be the closest we will get to baguette bc all i see is squares   |   @cinnabaritebouquet

  It took the rise of hairs on the nape of his neck to turn and dodge it the moment he saw it. Almost damn well skimmed the horns that adorned his mask too. “Well, good on you.” Omega breathed, straightening up. What a dismal end for stiffened bread. “For at least using a stale one.”

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Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse.

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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ok. so i’m a noob here, but like if ya’ll could like dis/rb if interested in nameless ghoul omega from ghost by nate/nato. gosh darn. i’m still setting up, but i’m trying my best.