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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be...
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She's got her hooks in my back
butcherofprague:
The paranoid atmosphere that engulfed Heydrich kept Gretel on her toes. Feeling as though there was some kind of encroaching doom, or that he had bigger plans than she could ever suspect. Of course it wasn’t her place to ask, nor poke or prod about such things. Instead she kept those stray strands of thoughts to herself, never to escape the idea consuming vacuum that was her...
Holy shit.
The last sentence. I feel so cruel.
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Fuck bitches. Get Money.
hitlered:
cupajo:
The light breeze stroking the border of his cheek offered relief from the coiled rage that sat in his chest. Burning it’s way around each organ and muscle, it fabricated the feeling of heart burn, or some type of acidic backlash from his stomach. The scenery that played out in front of his eyes being so peaceful, he nearly forgot about the reason for his anger. Nearly....
hitlered:
cupajo:
Adi, it’s doing that thing were it won’t let me go onto peoples Tumblr’s, so I’m gonna reply and hopefully it will work afterwards.
Wait what? Reply to our roleplays at long last or something non related to that.
Roleplays. I shall get them all done. I have the sudden urge to reply to each and every roleplay, right now. *Flips on music*
FACK.
Adi, it’s doing that thing were it won’t let me go onto peoples Tumblr’s, so I’m gonna reply and hopefully it will work afterwards.
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She's got her hooks in my back
butcherofprague:
The gluttonous attitude of the man before her as he fed off of her fear left her tired and agitated. Gretel tousled with her mind and body as she fended off the need to tap her foot and speed him along. Listening to him carefully, she crumpled her arms over one another behind her back, forcing her waist to crane forward and her shoulders to slide back. Giving a less...
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How Bad Can I Be~
Bleh.
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Ode To The Bouncer
~Studio Killers
Karneval Der Demütigung
hitlered:
cupajo:
The cacophony of shrill, surprised squeals of women, and staggered grunts of men, as partners collided with of others was overwhelming for Bridget. Fighting the urge to double over with sickened anxiety as each and every pileup of rear-ending bumps and thumps of intertwined bodies. Things had certainly spun out of hand, into a mess that she had no control over. The inability...
She's got her hooks in my back
butcherofprague:
Eyebrows jerking up, creating folds in her foreheads skin as he stepped forward. Her large, almond shaped eyes amplified their size with suspicion. Gretel couldn’t trust his movements, unbeknownst to what his intentions or plans could be, she had to stay on her toes. His voice was saturated with a falsely alluring and viciousness that told her to keep her distance as he spoke....
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hitlered:
cupajo:
Sitting there in mere anticipation of a reaction kept Joseph on edge. He didn’t appreciate the fact that Zoller remained comfortable at the edge of their table. The boys facial expression swallowed up with mild disgrace, but also, a stubborn resistance to every omen like passage that came from Goebbels mouth that pushed him to keep flapping his gums. The sharp glare Joseph...
She's got her hooks in my back
butcherofprague:
His reacting grin didn’t fail in shaking her ‘courage’, as much as she hated to admit it, he did terrify her. It was true, they did have a past, but much time had since passed, and not knowing what to expect from him kept Gretel apprehensive of the situation. Her bones aching as she fought the bile in the back of her throat, bubbling up with each nervous twitch. Inclining...
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hitlered:
cupajo:
Just when Joseph had thought the conversation was over, the impudent man child that sat before him continued his pestering. He was constantly disproving any assumption Goebbels had developed in regards to his nature, so determined in digging in deeper. At this point he was nearly certain the boy had some sort of vendetta against him, and had presumed a goal of a nefarious...
