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4:48am August 23, 2014

My muse is undressing, knowing full well that your muse is watching. Send me your muses reaction to my muse’s teasing.

sethjormund:

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4:11am August 23, 2014

 Place One in My Inbox: Questions Edition.

  • "Am I dead?"
  • "Another one?"
  • "And what if I don’t?"
  • "Are you afraid of God?"
  • "Are you crazy?”
  • "Are you lost?"
  • "Are you really that shallow?"
  • "Are you sure it’s okay?"
  • "Are you sure there were no survivors?"
  • "Can I trust you?"
  • "Can we go now?"
  • "Can we not fight…
4:04am August 23, 2014

aktveit-the-stormer-revolution:

ave-aria:

borl2008:

Yup

okay, storytime. At a group sleepover, there’s this girl, the most innocent thing you’ve ever met, k? She nods off on the couch early on in the night. As everyone’s getting ready to play cards, one of my friends lean back and hears her mumbling in her sleep.

My friend motions for everyone to be quiet. The girl snuggles her blanket, smiles, and in the sweetest voice, says, “Go on, Brandon. You can jump. It’s only 30 stories.”

Oh my god.

My little sister once sat up whilst we were vacationing in Arizona, haughtily told me the CORRECT way to make a burger, then went back to sleep. She was 6.

4:01am August 23, 2014

My muse is undressing, knowing full well that your muse is watching. Send me your muses reaction to my muse’s teasing.

sethjormund:

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3:47am August 23, 2014
asktheredreaper asked:

contrarian-marion:

asktheredreaper:

contrarian-marion:

Send me a ♪ and i’ll shuffle my itunes and post my favorite line as a starter!

  • Shoot the Water - Austra

"Shame is your name. And desperate… desperate things can’t measure it." Whether she was drunk or just being cruel remained to be seen.

"My dear," Grell rolled his eyes, "Do you think a lady such as I has any shame at all?”

And still, the desperation part caused him to scowl.

Desperate? he thought.

"And the only desperate one here is you…”

She raised her eyebrows comically and took another gulp from her flask. “Oh forgive me, I forgot. No shame and no dignity.” But she too frowned at the word desperate being thrown back in her face. 

The red reaper simply let out a deep sigh at this, shaking his head as he gave a tut-tut sound with his tongue.

"She who says it, is it…” he responded smoothly, before gently prying the flask from her hand and taking a hearty swig as well.

"Now, now…" the red reaper grinned then, "Go on and get sobered up, or you truly will not have any of your so-called dignity left.”

3:34am August 23, 2014
asktheredreaper asked:

contrarian-marion:

Send me a ♪ and i’ll shuffle my itunes and post my favorite line as a starter!

  • Shoot the Water - Austra

"Shame is your name. And desperate… desperate things can’t measure it." Whether she was drunk or just being cruel remained to be seen.

"My dear," Grell rolled his eyes, "Do you think a lady such as I has any shame at all?”

And still, the desperation part caused him to scowl.

Desperate? he thought.

"And the only desperate one here is you…”

3:32am August 23, 2014

OPEN

annotatingarchangels:

asktheredreaper:

annotatingarchangels:

"I didn’t mean it…"

He often heard stories of things like him, stuck in endless loops of the same thing. He could only imagine what others thought of him now that he was a figment of the minds of many.

He never had believed in ghosts.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…"

He wandered the streets, alone, lost, afraid.

"Come back. I’m sorry. Come back… forgive me."

He had no idea anyone heard him.

As he trod down the dampened, dark, cobblestone streets, he pondered if it were to rain soon.

Perhaps it would, the sky had been due to weep for quite a while…

But I’ve worked so hard on my hair today…

Ah, well what did it matter anyhow? Surely the sky did not care for Red Death’s hair, and so why should he care for the sky?

Lightning flashed, and the grim reaper suddenly sensed a presence, and there lay a young boy, opaque in the wan moonlight.

"Fancy seeing you here, my dear," he simply said, his voice low and purring like the eerie groan of a door, as his eyes reflected the flash of lightning that brightened the sky behind Red Death.

"It’s been a while…"

A voice? Someone had recognized him? Thomas did not know anyone who could possibly recognize him. The thought of Grell being there before him had never once seemed a reality.

"Who…. are you?" the ghost asked, his mind playing tricks on him.

He knew no one. 

He did not have a need to.

All he needed to know was his book. Everything else had been forgotten by now. The sound of his brother, the face of his mother, the stories of his father.

The scent, the smell, the taste, the touch.

"While? How long….?"

His grin widened still at the spirit’s obvious confusion. But how could Red Death not remember this boy, his very first kill?

Why, it was as if it were yesterday the lad’s own split skull had spilled red out onto the snowy streets…

"A century," he answered promptly, "Give or take a few years." The grim reaper then dared to approach closer, as he heard the harsh whip of thunder crack behind him.

"Do you not…" he asked, a little more than a hair away from the spirit’s opaque visage, "…remember me, dear boy?”

3:26am August 23, 2014

Send me “Smack!” and my character will react to yours smacking them after…

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