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I’m afraid [god I’m so afraid] that this is all there is to my [short, anticlimactic] life

Do you love me [even now after all I’ve put you through]?

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Smirk.

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R E D Petals.

Society6 | instagram

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People are things meant to be used and thrown away｡

ノイズ (Noiz) - DRAMAtical Murder。 (via llkiri-kao)

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Bc_1xTlAn2x/

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balsamina started following you

Come to think of it, he was feeling rather HUNGRY. The woman might do to hold his urges over for a few more months. Oh what was he thinking!?

He needed to introduce himself first. In this sort of attire, not so sightly.. Adorning a jacket, shirt,  and pants he’d gotten a LONG time ago, he approaches. Thankfully his time wandering allowed him to pick up such outrageous language. 

                “Alola.”

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Starter Call.

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Icon Template done, now for tags.

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updated theme graphics. woo.

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the image decided to shit the bed but here’s my unofficial permanent starter call! 

Like this post and a starter will be made for you at some point!

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Have you ever seen a giant baby before? If not, do I have the muse for you. He falls over on his face, he sleeps all the time, and is grumpy to his two dads. Like or Reblog if you’re interested in interacting with an Ind. Sel. Priv. Santana of JJBA’s Battle Tendency!

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ill get on my jojo blogs soon seriously i promise. i’ve been losing my muse and attempting to log on often, but i just sort of can’t.

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@caelifluus liked the starter call that’s months old listen im so sorry

“...” A wandering vampire. Of course nothing unusual. But the pillar figure felt peckish.  Perhaps a meal was in order. Darting through the shadows, Santana gets closer.

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The first thing that she remembered was minding her own business, a late night that led to her being out far later than usual. The next thing that she knew, unfamiliar figure sweeping her away faster than she had time to collect her thoughts and process, and only once she got a look around after stopping did she realize that she had been pseudo kidnapped and taken to a cave. 

Eyes directed upwards, in the direction of the voice that was speaking to her, and though it was dark, she could still make out some features of the man. “Pardon me?” She was dazed, and slightly confused.

“The sun.” A finger points outside to a now rising sun, the massive figure backing further into the darkness.  “You’ll burn up.” 

Did she not know how her own kind worked? Perhaps she was still young. Since many of the pillar men were killed. She may very well have escaped as a child without knowing the FEAR they lived in.

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Nothing but a menacing growl.