w o w i never thought i’d get to this point?? after rebooting my old blog and moving here i’ve made so many new friends and met all these lovely people, i wouldn’t have traded it for the world. so here’s a shout out to a special few that make my life a little brighter each day and those who sparkle on my dash!

full fledged guardians

pxrtisan // lxoyaltxy // basicallydragonbait // 

♕ dash royalty 

erasethiscurse // nastyhxbit // mxcken // littlelost-bxy // gonnahavealittlefun // easter-pooka // puerefrigus // fullmetalalchimista // persxus // secxnd—star // sanguisuuga // cuckooclxck // heartofthekxng // seto-kxiba // starkiisms // pugnaxus // boywithwebs // beschxtzen // redkens // erenrivaille845 // thefireguardian // coronianthief // xstarjunkie// inxquitous // narcxssist // edrord //

and these people are just amazing???

drakedomitor // ahbutimavillain // reprehendit // youweretheboy // lcrdtulio // lcrdmiguel // raxcity // ghouliish // kxzco // slitheringout // ofpipers // soldiierisms // markofwinter // greasedleather // darlingxson //

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      You’re being impractical, Edward.
      Will you, at least, think  sensibly?❞


                           “Like you’re one to talk— bet you
                            were thinking real practically when
                            you walked out on mom and us.”

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ϟ ϟ ——;;

     Only if you’re insecure.



                        “I'm not—!" Clears throat.

                        “—…I’m not insecure.”

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                                            Fʟʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɢ
                                     Pᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʀᴇɴs sɪɴɢ
                                            Wᴀʀᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴏᴠᴀ·s ɢʟᴏᴡ
                                     Aɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ  ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

written by nana — !

                                               F  A  L  L  .  

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       It doesn’t count as murder if they are human. 

                       “You’re not very good at making friends, are you?”

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            & the inebriated exhibitionist displayed

                       arguable looks; mostly lewd, lecherous & lustful ?

            Casually encompassing a firm, tender grasp, Gray  kept  his  arm  deployed
            around  Edward  and  issued  a  self  thwarted  chuckle  of  alcohol  induced
            indulgence.   Something   about  the  height  difference  between  them  just
            struck a cord with him. It amused him in ways not entirely understood. Than
            again, should such not be borderline  expectancy  by  this  point  in  time?  It
            would appear that so far, every conceivable aspect  about  Edward  amuses
            Gray to no apparent end. His quirky and straightforward persona, refreshing
            perspective, questionable prowess , and  even  his  unique  fashion  sense.

            Upon a barefaced declaration  from  the  other,  Grays  smile  broadened.  A
            single slender brow arched in voiceless inquiry regarding the look of  sheer
            enchantment   and  accompanying  allure,  Edward  had  the  impudence  to
            disclose. Composure still sustained, for the most part, he  needed  a  mere
            few moments to muster up enough nerve and logic to surpass his  drunken
            demeanor, so he can spout something clever in return. His  mouth  opened
            wide, lips detaching themselves far apart from one  another,  as  though  he
            was showing off his full set of teeth. His mouth  simply  remained  open  for
            an unwonted duration. Just  as  a  syllable  was  about  to  emit  —— ——  !

                                         That goddamn alchemist went and added
                                    the icing on top of the cake; undoing his braid and
                               whimsically shaking it about, until its inevitable graceful
                    descend would make his heart skip a beat. Even worse than before,
                saliva had hastily accumulated within his mouth, and a tremendous gulp
                    had to follow. Perhaps he could blame it on the alcohol. Perhaps he
                              could claim all which forebodes to their imagination and
                                    nothing more. Perhaps, perhaps. Regardless, his
                                            pursuit was now downright unstoppable.


                      Foresaw by none; not even himself, a haste, anxious, desperate
                      extension of his hung over arm would aggressively clamp down
                      on the others wrist. A devilish grin and  smirk  transpired  as  he
                      quickly   darted   back   a   couple   of   steps,   and  then  eagerly
                      whipped his arm in  the  direction  he  headed  in,  consequently

                      flinging the blond over the couches armrest  onto  the  cushions.
                      Without delay, he pounced and placed himself  overhead  of  Ed.

                                     “  M’ sort of a  —— ——  sore loser, y’know?  

                      Acting like an animal who’s successfully captured its prey,  Gray
                      attempted to restrain the other. Hands unhurriedly pursued  Eds
                      wrists as he looked down,  completely  
expressionless.  With
                      one leg positioned between the  two  belonging  to  the  other,  a
                      somewhat  leisure  movement  would  demolish  what  distance

                      had kept them from touching. Hence, Grays  knee  gently  began
                      to prod against  a  rather,  unmentionable  area,  best  left  alone.


                        Edward is obviously enjoying this— this teasing the
                        other. Perhaps it’s his heightened state of inebriation—
                        would he not usually go to such lengths as these? He
                        was always the type of person to jump in without
                        thinking about potential consequences, anyways.

                         Ed chuckles lightly at the other’s rather goofy expression,
                         opening his own loud mouth to make a comment on it. But
                         it is not until he feels that grip on his wrist that he blinks,
                         dazed, eyes darting down to the strong hand gripping him.
                         He does not expect such a volt of adrenaline to course
                         through him out of a simple touch. Perhaps it is the way the
                         touch is conveyed— aggressive, desperate—

                         Lips clamp together tightly as that redness returns to his
                         face, and, shooting even more adrenaline and want into
                         his system, he is practically thrown onto the couch like
                         some sort of…plaything. A sound exits his lips in surprise
                         as body hits the cushions— probably more akin to a squeak
                         than any sort of other manlier displays.

                                                       How downright embarrassing.

                          Like his dignity’s flying right out the window in a matter of
                          seconds, a rosy pink layer of blush makes its home on his
                          cheeks and ears. Eyes w a t c h silently— almost as if a trance—
                          as the other quite literally pins him down, and perhaps that
                          is the exact moment when he loses all traces of sense. He
                          wants to play back— make it seem like he’s still potentially in
                          charge. His mind races for ways to unravel Gray further,
                          unravel him into that red thread of fate which would surely be
                          tied at his neck some point in the future.

                          He has difficulty thinking as an immense heat continues to
                          grow in the pit of his stomach as Gray’s knee travels to
                          uncharted places, and he is certain his pants did not seem
                          this tight before. Mind struggles to hold on but he is quite
                          sensitive to touches like these, being quite easy to unravel
                          himself. His slender body worms unconsciously against the
                          other’s hold, back arching into his bare body as his teeth bite
                          down on his lower lip. Then, finally— he catches his breath
                          enough to even say words, voice strained in a single pant
                          as he cracks another one of his smirks.

                         “And I’m a good sport, Slushie. So how about this—
                           we just eliminate all clothing, and call it a draw, eh?” 

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