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butterofrp:


a guide on: roleplaying
today’s choice: regaining muse

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butterofrp:

a guide on: roleplaying

today’s choice: regaining muse

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// i JUST FINISHED EP 4 OF TWDG

i cAN’T



July 22nd4 notesReblogvia

Ya know what? Reblog this if you agree that online friends ARE real friends.  




// Lurking here, mostly on Blossom because she’s ruining Winter’s night with talk of Peaches and talking/hitting on her underlings XD

// Lurking here, mostly on Blossom because she’s ruining Winter’s night with talk of Peaches and talking/hitting on her underlings XD




// 100 FOLLOWERS ANNOUNCEMENT! 

idreamincrimson:

idreamincrimson:

So, it’s finally happened, I’ve hit 100 129 beautiful and amazing followers upon my Mary account! I cannot believe how I’ve achieved this, being as inactive as I have been and that this blog is so young!

As a prize I will record and Q&A mun + muse video once I return from my holiday (11th July - 18th July) so please send me questions for the both of us and I shall collate them together in to a video response! :D

I NEED MORE QUESTIONS DAMMIT! LOVE ME!




                                                           Killing  is  an   art

  When you enter the battlefield, let your knife be the brush.

                                                         And the ground beneath a canvas.

                       Use the {blood} of your enemies to create a terrifying….

                                                    Masterpiece.




sheriffxwolf:

Golden eyes shifted to the woman. He didn’t care. With a shake of his black coat he slammed into the door knocking it down with a satisfying crash. Then the wolf disappeared inside.

 [ Mary’s own gaze narrowed as the golden hues shifted to her and completely ignored her. Now that hadn’t be very appreciative of the work she was putting in here, keeping him from being trailed and allowing him to do as he pleased. With a shrug she underwent her own transformation, the sound of clattering glass and echoing hisses soon following as a bloodied form slipped into the now exposed apartment quickly and efficiently. ]




killthefuckxr:

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❝ You ain’t got a black heart, more of an empty hole in ya’ chest! ❞

   ”Now that’s just cruel. Even a bitch like me has a heart, Woody.”



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bip-bop-bam-lookit-this-lamb asked:
“Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.”

   ”Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing, think you’re all grown up. I think I should be saying that to you, dear.”

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daryl-my-brother asked:
"Whatever, I warned ya."

daryl-my-brother:

idreamincrimson:

   ”It’s abandoned, for God’s sake. Besides, I’ll kill anything inside, so there’s nothing to worry about. Or are you chicken because it was said to be haunted before the dead started walkin’?”

Daryl glares at the woman who dared insult him and his crossbow. Without another word, he starts trailing forward into the abandoned home. “Ya touch my crossbow an yer gettin’ an arrow to yer eye.”

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   “Such a charmer,” Mary commented casually, smirking as she allowed him to walk ahead of her. It was the only way she ever got a good look at the weapon he owned. Maybe, when he was finally taken down by one of the dead, she’d take it from him. Actually, in forethought, perhaps it would be better to fight him for it? Hm, so many options. Following casually, her eyes were open to anything and everything, though she focused a small bit of attention upon him. Just to be sure.

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firstbornwinter:

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 [ Winter tried to move her feet as fast as they’d be able to carry her, paws clambering over rocks and twigs as she knew she was far faster in her wolf form than she was as a human. Her main objective was to lose the woman on her tail, make her distracted long enough so that she could slip past and run home without her following. She had to warn her parents of the horrors that were lurking in the woods. They always took care of things when she was scared, so what made this any different? She made a sharp tun in order to try and get her away, till hearing the glass that could send shivers down her spine before she dived into a minuscule gap underneath a rock, grateful for her small stature as she curled herself up as tight as she could be to wait and make her escape afterwards. ]

   [ Mary was growing evermore impatient and rage-filled when she continually missed her change to capture Winter, whether it be for a sharp turn or a slight twist this way or that; the little wolf was using her nimble little body and speed to her advantage, and Mary couldn’t keep up. Hissing out her frustration, Mary pushed herself more and more in the hope of catching a lucky break, and it came when the little pup wrongly cornered herself in a gap beneath a rock. The twisted creature smirked, her head tilting as she slowed just outside the rock, crouching close to it. Bloody dripped from the wounds the glass embedded in her body had produced, and each movement sounded as though she were walking on cracked glass, but Mary was only focused upon one thing. Laughing lowly, she bared her sharp teeth and began to reach into the gap, feeling for the little pup, trying to drag her out. ]
   ” You’ve got no where to run now little dog ! “



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Bigby and Bloody Mary ✩ 

bigbyxwolf:

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“Are you sure you want to see it?” Bigby asked those words with a slight tilt of the head. But he knew that transforming for this battle was inevitable – – Bloody Mary was too dangerous and unpredictable of a fighter to remain in his regular human form. It would require everything he had to beat her, to kill her. This fight wouldn’t be like his earlier skirmishes with the Crooked Man’s other henchmen or even his first encounter with Bloody Mary behind the Puddin’ and Pie.

It would be a bloody and brutal battle to the death and he was glad Snow wasn’t here to see it.

“I gotta say – –” He clenched his fist and felt the telltale signs of his wolfish transformation taking effect. “I’ll be glad to finally be able to see if you fight as good as you talk.” And with those words and his transformation now complete, Bigby waited there in anticipation, eyes locked onto Mary’s approaching form. The way she moved toward him – how painful her steps looked as she took them one by one, the blood lining both her eyes and her teeth, the way she pulled a large shard of glass out of her head and seemed to momentarily enjoy it – everything she did was designed for absolute and utter torture.

And in a sick, twisted sense, Bigby almost welcomed the thought of fighting her.

   ”You sound like it’s a bad thing.” Mary hummed, chuckling lowly as her bloodied eyes watched every movement he made. The way he tilted his head was almost sweet. Almost. Mary, despite everyone’s thoughts and theories, respected Bigby and the power he possessed, although she was disappointed that he was nothing like he was during his former glory. Those were the days, or so she had heard and read. As dangerous as she could be, Mary knew better than to underestimate the dreaded Big Bad Wolf. He was a powerful adversary —the most powerful, when she truly thought about it— and deserved to be treated with caution.

   Things would not go as they did back when she first encountered him behind the Puddin’ and Pie. He wouldn’t be so lucky. Of that she would be sure. There would be much blood spoilt this night and a death would occur, and Mary would use ever available trick she had to be assured that it wasn’t her corpse they found scattered in little pieces about the place. An echoing laugh escaped her jagged lips when he spoke again, his sarcasm and mockery amusing her greatly. “Oh, I feel the same way, Wolf,” she purred, her crimson gaze scanning his transformed visual. His form didn’t require a sacrifice of its own, one of flesh and blood, like hers did. Pain was her sculpture and before him lay the finished piece.

   ”I’m going to enjoy this,” she hissed, momentarily pausing before she kicked back, a devilish grin pained upon her twisted features, her glass-strewn fingers clicking together. Little did he know that she had an army at her command, of which her signal had called to arms. Bloody replicas of the twisted woman before him made themselves known, and the real Mary vanished in a sea of identical faces, all hell bent on taking the Wolf down.



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// Draft spamming before jetting off onto Blossom. <3

// Draft spamming before jetting off onto Blossom. <3



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