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moving her arm made sparks dance before her eyes, but she extended it until her fingertips reached the line of chalk, and there not an inch from chaol, the thick white mark separating them. 

and in that moment, somehow his face was the only thing that mattered. she stirred, and couldn’t stop her sob as her body erupted with pain that made her lie still again. but she kept her focus on his brown eyes, on his tightly pressed lips as they parted and whispered, “get up.”

requested by @fcyre ♡♡

“…Um can I touch ur hair?”
Uh I drew you and @juuria for no reason so here it is hope ya like it

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HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK JESUS CHRIST THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH CMERE LEMME SMOOCH U ON BOTH CHEEKS

Day 15 - Bonds
You all knew this was coming. Local woman screams in the corner about Firebirdshipping for seventeen hours straight. They’re so in love you guys, I mean, look at them.
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mixeurachakra replied to your post: Okay but yesteday I’ve suddenly been hit by the…

Holy potato but what about Rapunzel levels of hair? Everyday before class she braids it and tucks it safely but during the weekend/holiday she can’t be bothered. Imagine people tripping on invisible mass of hair. You try to sit somewhere bit accidently do so on her hair and jump when you hear a sharp cry. You want to grab something in the fridge but have to battle invisible oceans of hair. How did it even get here????

EM THAT’S THE CREEPIEST THING HOW COULD YOU MAKE THIS EVEN CREEPIER