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and i think i finally settled on a fc for Daniel...

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i want to make a return but... time constraints :( but maybe if we plotted... :) 🌹

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someone needs to delete this blog for me because my heart yearns for Daniel all the time 😩

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everyday i wake up missing this blog & daniel

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u know... the true dynamics / friendship test for daniel is: would your muse have come to visit him in jail; and follow-up, would they have helped break him out...

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deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

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"'m fine. it's fine."   he asserts, features half-contorted into a grin. the world is practically spinning, a bitter fragrance staining his person. he hadn't touched a bottle in a while, nor had he intended to, yet the incessant need to do so had eventually won out.   "had one drink, maybe two," maybe more. "but who's counting?" where he was previously leaning against the counter, daniel nudges himself up and forward, just a bit, now leaned towards the other, chuckling softly, "hey, hey. guess what? i'm falling for you faster than the price of stocks in 1929."

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okay but... daniel energy.

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give us an example of a chaotic thing he would tweet pls

ask and you shall receive

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how funny would it be if the general public was aware of the existence of the nations 😩

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—  i want a God who will save us all,    and one who will feel the little heat coming off the candle i lit in the grotto.     independent portrayal of daniel dimitrov / personification of bulgaria,    as originally inspired by the h.etalia franchise,    entirely written on the basis of headcanons.  permanent low activity.    as governed by doll,    she  /  her,    18+.  

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if your muse finds the smell of smoke appealing, they're in the right place bc daniel is an actual ashtray :/

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1913 , belgrade celebration after the first balkan war about 5 minutes before bulgaria and serbia got into a physical brawl over n. macedonia .

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Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory, DoP Pierre Lhomme

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vilavelebita replied to your answer: “oh -- ! i’m not a dog , don’t... “

cvita's just making jerking off motions

' is that jealousy i sense , dear ? '

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who's the best slav????? who's the best slav???? YOU ARE!!!!!!!!

oh -- !    i’m not a dog , don’t patronize me . . . but thank you , i know i am .

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RITSA .

“Daniel, don’t do that.” Eleftheria rolled her eyes, but she could barely suppress a smile as she marched over to the flower seller’s stand by which Daniel stood. “You put those roses back. All we came here for was to get vegetables for dinner! I don’t have enough vases in my house for that many flowers, anyway.”

❝  which ones do you like better  -  the lilies or the roses ? or should we get both ?  ❞    sweeping over her protests as if he hadn’t heard them , daniel was already taking out his wallet , eyes roaming over the colorful variety of flowers . balancing the wallet and a grand bouquet of blood red roses in one hand , he gestured vaguely to a display on the other end of the stand with the other , eagerly pulling eleftheria along with him ,    ❝  look -- these come in a basket ! they’d look lovely in your kitchen . although . . . i’m not sure how we’ll carry everything .  ❞