十六夜 咲夜 x アレクサンド・アンデルセン
YOU WNNA BPLAAYYY/???
YES I HAVE NEVER ACTUALLY PLAYED WITH ANYONE I KNOW
For Follow Friday! Here are some quality fucking rp blogs to stalk. Not everyone I interact with will be included, naturally, and a couple I know are on hiatus. Those won’t be included either. If you do not appear on this list, don’t take it personally, and if you think you should have been on and weren’t, please message me and I will sort it out.
all-nuns-go-to-martyrdom✝ andthisisgonnahurt ✝ ariseasvictor ✝asinot ✝badass-barmaid ✝bitch-feathers ✝ blessedbetheland✝ bloodiedrequiem✝ bourbonandmint✝ brodycard✝ dragonul—rosu✝ fine—vitae✝ i-n-s-i-d-i-o-s-u-s✝ ironcladvalkyrie✝ littleheadofhellsing✝ make-me——tame✝ ponyridesanddarkness✝reinnainvittoria✝ sacra-et-profana✝ saevitiacinaces✝ sanguine—queen✝ schafschutze✝ tacticalxkiller✝ the-heretic-zorinblitz✝ the-soldier-of-fortune✝ thenightsplutoniumshore✝ theoperaofmydeath✝ turktseng✝ vampire-warrior✝ vi0lent——-j✝ volitivam
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The moment you know you’ve become an asshole
He lay curled in a half-circle in an out of the way corner, spines flat against his back, head rested on one set of folded arms, only a few eyes along his sides open and blinking lazily. Two metronomes and an old alarm clock were scattered on the floor near his head, filling the quiet of the room with a faint ticking.
The quills lifted slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps and a few of the many mouths scowled or muttered discontentedly at being disturbed. "You͝ ͘a̷re ̕l̨uc҉k̀y͠ th͜at I̷ h̕ave ̨ju̴st͟ b̷ee͠n féd," one of them said as a proprietary arm snaked out to lay between the clock and metronomes and his visitor. "I͟ ͘ám̴ try̵in͘g ̸t҉o̸ s̶le͝ep̴.̵ W̕hąt ͘d̨o ͢y͞o҉u want?̛"