blog hopping between here, Tony, Curtis, Bucky, Sybbie and Willow, hmu on any of those~

madame—ripper:

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"I’m not a child; I don’t need to be reminded. It’s just occurred to me… I have no idea what your reasons are, yet you know mine. But I don’t need to know — and I’d never judge you for them. Regardless, I already know I can’t be f i x e d.

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         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “I’ve told you my reasons. Do you not remember, dearest? I told you the day we met. Perhaps you are growing old, not remembering such things~” The reaper teased, a light chuckle escaping her lips. “I’m almost hurt— but I know how quickly you humans age, poor darling.”

mypeaceafterdeath:

Johanna-Jordan hurried over when she heard the doors fly open,pausing for a moment to take stock of Sutcliff as she came in. “Someone really thought you’d look pretty with your insides outside,didn’t they?”Motioning for a stretcher she bent down to the other’s side. “What got you?”

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “You say that like I don’t look pretty either way.” Grell grinned, fangs flashing between painted lips. “Hellhound. Oh I do hate them— demons you can reason with, well, you know, they’re intelligent little creatures. But their dogs, ugh.” When she pulled her hand away, there was a nasty bite on her side, and it didn’t look good. “I’ll be fine if you could stitch me up here, Jo-Jo, darling.”

madame—ripper:

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“Who said that’s what I’m trying to do?”

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         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “I’m just reminding you. This we’re doing—
                   you have your reasons and I have mine. But
                   I do hope you don’t think it’ll fix anything.”

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “——oof!”

            Grell came stumbling through the infirmary doors, pushing a rookie reaper out of her way with her free hand, the other clutching her stomach. There was blood seeping through her fingers, her usually pristine hair was matted and clinging to her face, and she was clearly breathing heavily. Once she saw Johanna, she waved her over, leaning back against the doorframe before her knees buckled under her.

                    “Come give a girl a hand, will ya?” She asked, wincing. “I think I might need stitches.”


oops I forgot to post this. Undertaker sketch commission for askcecewells, hope you like it bb~~ thank you so much again ;v;

oops I forgot to post this. Undertaker sketch commission for askcecewells, hope you like it bb~~ thank you so much again ;v;

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         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “You know you can’t bring him back, right?

returns after a couple of really hectic weeks—

          ——hello, I hope no one missed me too much~
          like for a starter
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ferreum:

okay so because things didn’t quite happen yet i don’t have my kitten yet (hopefully it’s the last time it has to be postponed) but i’m picking him up wednesday and he needs to be taken to the vet for deworming immediately.

that said, i’m opening sketch commissions for $5-10 each

ideally, i need to save around $50 to have something to fall back on, though I’m also willing to do a big, detailed, fully finished piece like this one for $40-50 (it’s negotiable, depending on the amount of detail)

here’s my art tag and my paypal is annekomc@hotmail.com. please please please, any tiny bit helps, even just reblogging and signal boosting. please and thank you!

i really want a plot where muse a and muse b both go to a private school and muse a is really studious and innocent like never been kissed type thing and muse b got kicked out of their old school for for sleeping with a teacher and one day muse b sees muse a in the hall and is like ‘i’m gonna make it my mission to corrupt them’ and yeah 

bureaucraticdeath:

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"If I’d had any reason to believe
that were the case, I would have
left you to your own devices. As it
were, you most likely would have
died with the mission incomplete
had I not intervened.”

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “That’s not true. You were
                     just making sure your trainee
                     didn’t soil your name. Contrary
                     to what you might think, I can
                     handle myself, зима.

aureaedevs:

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                Δ     Honour is a slightly dangerous word,
                                        but by the look of your face,
                                        danger is not foreign, is it?

                          I am who you want me to be, 
                                        swan of crimson. Unless
                                        you wish me to stay a little…

                                                                    …longer.

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “Oh darling, next to me?
                    Danger pales in comparison.

                    That is a very enticing
                    proposal, especially
                    coming from a complete
                    stranger. Do you offer
                    yourself like this to
                    everyone, or only to those
                    whose looks catch your
                    eye?

bureaucraticdeath:

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"You did not show so much as a
semblance of control. Perhaps if
you had, you wouldn’t be injured.”

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “It was a calculated risk.
                    Regardless, the mission
                    was a success— and it
                    would still have been a
                    success without your
                    ‘assistance’.”

tiightropewalker:

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                 ❛ thank  ye  miss  !!  ah,  i  never  noticed,   
                 uh, yer ‘air is real nice !! i like red.
 ❜ kind of. 

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “Oh, aren’t you a darling? Thank you!
                     And what might your name be?”

         ≺ ❤ ≻
                  “I had this completely
                   
under control.”