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                                THERE   ARE   NO   TRUE   KNIGHTS  ,  no   more   than   there   are   gods  .   if   you   can't   protect   yourself  ,   die   and   get   out   of   the   way   of   those   who   can  .   sharp   steel   and   strong   arms   rule   this   world  ,   don't   ever   believe   any   different  .

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hello friends this blog will now become an archive because i fucked up my tags and was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. i took my drafts with me and am also taking the list of people who liked my starter call !

 i’m @hebelieves (original i know) if you want to follow !

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hello friends this blog will now become an archive because i fucked up my tags and was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. i took my drafts with me and am also taking the list of people who liked my starter call !

 i’m @hebelieves (original i know) if you want to follow !

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hello friends this blog will now become an archive because i fucked up my tags and was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. i took my drafts with me and am also taking the list of people who liked my starter call !

 i’m @hebelieves (original i know) if you want to follow !

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WHICH PLANET MATCHES YOUR MUSE’S PERSONALITY?

NEPTUNE.      like the planet neptune , you are enigmatic and ethereal . you seem to operate on several planes of existence at once  —  some physical , others spiritual ; some real, others dreamlike  —  and have thus been imbued with wildly creative energies . sometimes you feel isolated because others misunderstand you , but for those who take the time to get to know you , you are an irreplaceable presence .

tagged by :     @revoide aka void marshmallows  tagging :  i’m going to bed now pls, steal it from me

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* 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 .

       so i was checking my drafts and i currently owe @hdtvtits (2) , @hclistic (1) and @ljuuga (1) replies . but, despite being a slowpoke, i’d love to get more plots going ! if you would like me to write you a starter just give this thread a like ! if i do have any cool plot ideas i’ll let you know for sure through IM so we can develop on it ! and i hope you do the same with me because i’m terrible at communicating ideas and talking ooc in general . lots of love m’dears     ━━   coffee .

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#for science

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you know just bc im a robot doesnt mean i dot have feelings. look at my legs shadow. aren't they nice legs. don't i have nice tits??? aren't i sexy shadow????

                    dark eyes follow the curves of their body . they take note of the skin made visible to him . but he doesn’t take it as a gift . gifts ought to be given freely, without expecting anything in return . every inch of media seems to be there to FOOL HIM . distract him maybe       ━━      to bait him . his gaze drags across her waist slowly, unabashedly ; but shadow’s eyes only seem to spark with something similar to interest when meeting media’s own stare  . they were so used to WATCHING OTHERS , shadow couldn’t help but wonder if they enjoyed being seen . not watched : SEEN .        ❝   those legs aren’t yours .   ❞     the ex-con finally declared, remaining seated, staring at the god in his TV screen with a beer in his hand . he’d blame the steady beat of his heart and the lack of nervous sweat on the alcohol .        ❝  they’re nice legs .   ❞     shadow admitted , offering the televised thighs another glance . he blinked . when his eyes opened again they were boring into media’s . they were usually beautiful . the imagery they offered always aimed to please their audience . but they had no distinct form ; shadow didn’t know WHO they really were . media, to him, was a collage of every pretty image to ever grace a screen . kept together by glue , lacking a real skeleton of their own . JUST A COMBINED EFFORT OF NUMEROUS DIFFERENT TV STATIONS birthed into something that only looked like flesh . shadow shook his head .        ❝  but they’re not yours .   ❞    

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hdtvtits‌:

hebelieves liked your post:you all probably figured out what my brain was up…

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when shadow arrives back to his cell, his cellmate is gone. an unexpected transfer. on his bunk is a book and several coins sitting atop a small box. in the box is a grey leather collar and a note written in messy scrawl. 'dog that barks don't always bite, xx'

shadow stared at the piece of paper and gift waiting for him . he held the collar with the tip of his fingers, raising it to eye level as if there was a chance the object might be poisonous . he tilted his head, eyes squinting at it, trying to picture lowkey getting all of this ready, having a good laugh at shadow’s expense . slowly his hand closed into a fist, squeezing the collar tightly against his palm as he growled under his breath .   ❝   yiff in hell.  ❞    

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low key vc: who's a good boy??? YOU'RE A GOOD BOY

u use the dog filter oNCE !!! ONCE !!!

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💔 💔 laura & audrey

𝙰  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳  𝚄𝙿  𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : CLOSED

                  He might have gone mad . Nowadays Shadow didn’t know which way was up and which way was down . Every rule he had ever learned , every certainty he had worked to gain throughout the years had been ripped from him the moment Wednesday had peeled back the curtain which hid the strange bowels of America . Dreams often showed him bones and fire ; death and destruction waited for him in every motel room and car ride in which he allowed himself to fall asleep in . But that night , something had changed . Mr. Wednesday had insisted they stayed at a hotel . The biggest selling point of which was their “PENG ZU SPA” kept only a few meters away from the main building . It was in no way a FIVE STAR LOCATION but it was definitively the fanciest place Shadow had been in since stepping out of jail . Wednesday had claimed to know the owner . The old man owes me , trust me : One night sleeping here and you’ll feel like a fucking king        ━━       Shadow hadn’t questioned it ; he’d be happy to stay anywhere as long as he was allowed to sleep for eight full hours .

   After showering and crawling into bed , Shadow did his best to find a position in which to sleep in . His body hurt . There were always new wounds and cuts to be found , no matter where he turned . Something always seemed to be hurting . After two hours of frustrated tossing and turning , he felt himself finally letting go of consciousness . He wasn’t entirely asleep , but he wasn’t fully there either . It was in that place , between reality and dream , that he felt a familiar pair of lips kissing his cheek . Laura’s mouth felt warm . And for a moment Shadow allowed himself to believe THIS WAS REAL LIFE . That all that had happened before , jail , Wednesday , the car crash … that had all been a cruel dream . Shadow turned his head to look at his wife ; it only took a couple of seconds before they both leaned into each other . He had missed this . Shadow hadn’t felt this kind of softness in years . Now that Laura was there, beneath the sheets with him, warm and beautiful and alive, he felt as if the world made sense again . Her lips parted . Nothing about her tasted of DEATH . 

                           Just when Shadow was about to push himself up on top of Laura , the ex-con felt something clawing at his stomach . At first he thought it might have been the excitement of having his wife close to him for the first time in years … But slowly he came to realize that that strange sensation was happening above the skin . Right over his pelvic region . Shadow furrowed his brow and glanced downwards . A PAIR OF HANDS snaked their way out from under the sheets and travelled upwards , along Shadow’s torso . Desire gave place to PANIC but Laura seemed unbothered by the unexpected participant, focusing instead on Shadow’s neck .        ━━       The more he saw of the second woman, the more he felt his throat drying out . She hovered over him , as naked as Shadow and Laura had been , and let her locks of blonde hair brush against his face . It took him only a couple of seconds to recognize her face .                   

               ❝    … Audrey ?   ❞     Shadow whispered both perplexed and unsure whether talking out loud would break … WHATEVER THIS WAS . Her cold palms cupped his face as she leaned in for a kiss . Laura continued to lay next to him , following his jawline with her mouth , causing Shadow to groan . He didn’t know what to make of all of this ; this couldn’t be real . It was all just a dream . His subconscious was trying to find a way to escape the pain through fantasies he had kept tightly locked in a drawer somewhere in his mind . But it felt real . Their sighs and hands felt real . The breasts pressed against his chest and the legs tangled in his felt real . And the blood running wildly through Shadow’s veins FELT VERY REAL . The kissing became increasingly urgent . They were both close to him but not close enough . His hand sunk its’ fingers into Audrey’s thigh , pulling her in while his mouth looked for Laura’s , inhaling sharply when hearing her moans muffled against his flesh , wishing to hear more of her , feel more of Audrey , bury himself and disappear into both women for just a moment .

When Shadow woke up the next day , he was alone . The bedsheets had been left tangled on the room’s floor, exposing just how naked and lonely Shadow Moon truly was . No evidence of Laura or Audrey’s scent lingered , no taste, no shapes left upon the mattress , NOTHING . He got up to find that the soreness over his limbs had vanished and that some wounds had already become faded scars . Shadow got dressed and met Wednesday for breakfast . The old man looked energized and quite pleased with himself while feasting on blood sausages and eggs . Shadow sat down with a filled plate, feeling famished.

   ❝   So, did we sleep well?   ❞    

   ❝   Please don’t talk to me.   ❞    

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                  I GET IT .  i do .  ━━   you're an individualist . rugged individualism . it simply doesn't work anymore . brands . sure . a useful heuristic . but ultimately , everything is all systems interlaced , a single product manufactured by a single company   FOR A SINGLE GLOBAL MARKET .

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I’m all sorts, Shadow . THE SCREEN IS THE ALTAR . I’m the one they sacrifice to . Then till now . Golden Age to Golden Age . They sit side by side , ignore each other , and give it up to me . Now they hold a smaller screen on their lap or in the palm of their hand so they don’t get bored watching the big one . Time and attention , BETTER THAN LAMB’S BLOOD .

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Shadow are you aware that everyone around you trying to fuck you?

you mean FUCK ME UP ??? yeSS !!! veRY AWARE !!!