“——Did you need something?



outfortreasure whispered:

"this. this is one sexy ass blog"

where the hell have you been


posted on 02.09.2014 at 12:55 + 0 notes + reblog

juudaiyuukii:

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                 as if his expression wasn’t adequate in conveying the one
                 trick thought swimming about his intelligence. duel. 

                              duel.

                                        duel.

golden amber orifices fixated upon her goddess-like stature; 
a warrior in the presence of a dueling paladin himself, his
pearly-squared simper could only widen in her wake. he would
gain his duel with her. others doubted their friendship, yet despite
their precarious murmurs and ambiguous glances, judai’s bond
with the fem duelist wasn’t one that could be easy destroyed,
regardless of its brief life.

                    perhaps, however, it’d be better to bestow better attention
                    to the written exam situated on the wooden desk in front of
                    him; the one without even a name signed.

                          Scritch-scruff.

           Another test, another written exam to merely seize hold of
           mentality’s potential to wander into the likeness of what is
           and what isn’t. Perhaps grades, perhaps skill, perhaps the
           tidiness of one’s dorm or deck. Mayhaps potential duels that
           could rile a storm unlike any other. There was but one that
           seemed to hold any weight on a mind so unmarred by any
           unnecessary somethings.

                   And dueling gave a rush, a surge of a storm swirling
                   sulfur and the smell of rain midst eyes so lustrous
                   with ultramarine tincture. It was a pretty little habit
                   that she couldn’t kick during her free time.

                                       Or what wasn’t consumed by a particular coach.

                          Yet, in the lapse of what is considered the now,
                          attentiveness holds steadfast alignment to the
                          paper that a pen scrawls its ink across in penmanship
                          based on speed and accuracy alike. The answers
                          came with ease, exam finding and meetings its
                          end in what seemed to be no time at all. Thus the
                          statuesque physique teeters in reverse after
                          sending a writing armament back into slumber in
                          parallel alignment to the paper before her.

                                 The top neatly held one’s own namesake;
                                                                            Lightning.

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hiecaeli:

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                                     ❝  ——I'll take that as a no… You aren't
                                         from this time period, I take it.  ❞

          “Try looking at it on a broader spectrum.


posted on 02.09.2014 at 12:10 via hiecaeli + 4 notes + reblog

hiecaeli:

                { salutificator } Liked this post;;

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                                     ❝  Mn—— You’re not from the Surface.
                                                             Are you?  ❞

          “——The surface?"

After three fucking hours, my theme is finally complete. And I don’t even know how I feel about it.

saberedge said: WHO FUCKING CARES THOUGH. SHE WASN’T EVEN A PART OF IT.

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Anonymous whispered:

"Okay Taylor, lets not send ourselves messages now trying to make yourself look better or involved with Sky. You always have to be apart of the fight and you always seem to get related one way or another when the spotlight is on her."

Actually, no. Lmao. I didn’t. If I need to, I’ll prt+sc what I’m doing currently. But this message totally wasn’t a giveaway of who it was.


posted on 01.09.2014 at 10:21 + 1 note + reblog

saberedge said: Ok, that’s nice? Taylor and Mac weren’t even a part of that message. That’s not sketchy or anything.



Anonymous whispered:

"We only need you and Mac, not Sky. Any one would be sick of her disapearing all the time."

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Don’t drag me into this horse shit. Not my business, not my blog. End of story.

Reconstruction of theme is currently underway. Because I’m actually piddling around with the coding on this one, I’ll most likely have to get to those starters afterward. Maybe with the help of a certain ‘Jeel, I’ll be able to get it done in no time.

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