@blessedbyadevil

theregalblade:

As if on command she winced and swatted his hand away. “Yes…” She said threw he teeth. “Please don’t do that again…” And would it kill him to stop swearing?

"What, I’m supposed to stay away and not touch it?" Now Red Queen was just being illogical. "How else am I supposed to check what the fuck’s wrong?" Still, he kept his hands away, not stooping to forcing anything on the girl.

"Want a piece of advice on how being human is like?" He gave Queenie the evil eye. "If you don’t want to deal with consequences, you don’t do things in the first place."

Darckcarnival’s Computer has Died and she needs help! Please Signal Boost!

darckcarnival:

So, My computer has suddenly kicked the bucket which is absolutely terrible timing considering the conversations had recently. I would hate to up and vanish on anyone without notice, as I would feel terrible. And no one would know what happened to me.

So here is the deal:

My power junkie computer needs repair, badly. But we are short cash big time. And I mean legit big time. So my computer dying does not help this at all, on top of the fact that I use my PC for income. Without my computer and the files on it, I am at a complete loss. I have no income at all, no work, nothing. I do not exist without it, it’s how I manage to help my mom out now and then as well as survive the world. My PC allows me to make 3D models, mod objects on Second Life, create and sell things, and sometimes manage to make enough money to eat good food. And we all know how I am with food.

Without that computer, I sit here rocking back and forth, as pathetic as that sounds.

So, I know tumblr can help people in need. I am asking now, for your help, badly. Seriously need it. Without my PC I have no source of income. Nor do I have any ways of contacting my friends at all, as I have no cell phone nor alternate methods of real contact.

I am currently using my mothers computer at 4 AM to make this message since she is asleep.

If anyone can help, please, donate anything you can to the paypal Macronder@aol.com , this should come up and register as Lookin4Somethin. It is a business paypal, so I will get the money instantly and be able to drop it right into my computer fond at the drop of a hat.

If you can’t donate, then please, reblog and signal boost this. I am begging you. That PC is my current livelihood. Without it, I do not exist.

Thank you for your time, Sincerely, Darck-Mun

ssshowtime:

He nodded a little, feeling completely worn out now, and pressed a little closer. “Yeah,” he breathed, shaking now that the panic was beginning to drain from him. He did his best not to comment on how just minutes ago, that promise hadn’t been worth anything at all, but he was tired, and didn’t want to push his luck now that he seemed to have succeeded in convincing Nero to stay.

"Hmm." He rubbed Dante’s back in circles, staring right in front of him. Thinking. Did he really have the guts to ever leave for good? Better not think of that too much. The teen breathed in deeply, drawing in the other’s scent.

Some time’d passed before he realized he was staring at the dirty pavement of the streets. And Dante was sitting right on the cold concrete. And the clouds above were getting thicker, so it’d probably rain soon. He ran his fingers through the white strands and gently pulled on the tips to get Dante’s attention. “Let’s go get back inside, hm?”

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ssshowtime:

That right there, feeling the arm around his shoulders and hearing what Nero said, was enough to make him let out a dry sob of relief. “So don’t,” he croaked, hands fisting in the thick fabric of the other’s coat. He was still not calm, but his energy was draining; he just wanted to lie down now, even if it would just be on the sidewalk. “Don’t.”

Fingertips dug into Dante’s shoulder in a small attempt of reassurance. Why’d he even thought he’d be able to walk away and stay away? “I’m right here.” He shifted to press the sides of their heads together. “I’m still here. And hey,” Nero puffed out a short, noisy breath, “I promised I’d stay, right? All those months ago.” He sounded distant for a moment, lost in the memory. “I promised.”

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|| @thewildtailsiblings

thewildtailsiblings:

The redhead didn’t notice Nero’s expression when he said the Naturia Church.”Okay.’said Will as he goes to the direction where Nero nodded to. As he was at the end of the block, he looks around then nods to himself,”Alright Rippa.Thank you.”He said then turns to Nero.

"Ok.I think I know where to go,Nero. Thank you so much!"He said happily.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Nero waved his hand dismissively. A corner of the teen’s lip quirked up briefly, and that non-smile was gone a moment after. "You run along now and try not to end up in the criminal news tonight." That said, he turned to head off. He still had the client to talk to, and that could take a while.

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ssshowtime:

"I’m just tired," he confessed then, "of being held at an arm’s length, and seeing there’s something wrong, and … just tired." Shuffling a little closer again, he leaned forward enough to rest his forehead against Nero’s shoulder; all the almost-hyper ventilation combined with the panic and rush of adrenaline left him lightheaded and nauseous. Eyes clenched shut, he mumbled, "I’ve had enough of that, yeah. Of being tired and shut out. Not of you. There’s a difference.”

He tensed slightly, feeling Dante move closer. With what’d transpired in the previous half an hour, he was now almost ready to collapse and pass out. Even if he stood up and tried to leave right now, he wouldn’t get far. And if he were being honest…

The human arm wrapped around Dante’s shoulders, and Nero pulled the other closer. “I don’t want to leave.”

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ssshowtime:

He let out a sudden, sharp breath, as though the air had been physically knocked out of him; his fingers flexed nervously, and he tried to cup at Nero’s face, reaching for him again. “If-if it doesn’t matter anymore,” he tried, unable to keep the pleading note out of his voice, “then there’s no reason for you t-to go.”

He shook under the touch but didn’t pull away, opting to tilt his head forward, hiding his eyes from view. He swallowed thickly, tried to speak, couldn’t force a word out and swallowed again, chewing on his lower lip in thought. One of those thoughts made him wince, and he tilted his head forward even more. “Why the hell are you trying so hard to make me stay? … Thought you’d had enough.”

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ssshowtime:

Though reluctant, he let go enough that Nero could move away, but he stayed close, tugging on the sleeves of his button-down; getting one sleeve over the ball of his hand, he reached to carefully wipe at Nero’s chin, arm shaking all the way up to the shoulder.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, still breathing in short, shallow gasps, not calmed down yet. At this rate, he’d be surprised if he didn’t pass out the moment he was back inside the shop — hopefully not alone.

He looked up at Dante, eyes wide. Not moving away from the other’s hand, he opened his mouth, lower lip trembling slightly, and closed it without a word. ‘Are you kidding me?’ was begging to be said, but he couldn’t force it out. Instead, he shook his head, hiding his face behind the human palm; fingertips rubbed the bridge of his nose furiously. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll leave, and… and…”

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ssshowtime:

"I know," he said instantly, voice rough from panic, "I know you didn’t." Untangling his hands from the back of Nero’s coat, Dante slipped his arms more securely around the other, his movements stiff, muscles still tense. "I think I get it," he continued, quietly, "but you gotta help me out, okay? You have to— Please."

"What do you expect me to tell you?" Words were quiet, but came hurried, with the teen stumbling on them here and there. "That I’m fucking nuts?” Annoyed with the constant trickling, he licked the remaining blood off his lips, gagged, thanks to the thoughts the taste brought, and moved away from Dante, coughing.

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@blessedbyadevil

theregalblade:

She messes up his hair. “And your asking as if I know everything wrong inside me. Look it could be cracked or broken. I’d have no way of knowing since it would be my first cracked or broken bone. Not to mention this is my first humiliation. Well next to being set in for repairs at Fortuna…” Pausing to recall the horrors of those days. “But yes I’m confident that I’m not going to die. It doesn’t hurt as long as I sit still… So we have that.”

"I’m not asking whether you’re going to die. I’m asking if there are more injuries to work on, damn it," he hissed it just to stop himself from growling.

Not waiting for another string of complaints, he put his human fingers on that spot the girl’d showed him before, running them over the clothed ribcage. “Still hurts the same?”