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I don’t care if it’s the start of september, I’m doing my halloween theme now. The main sister is Kneesocks and she’ll a nurse this halloween. I’ll be back in a week to start this blog up again with the new theme in tact.

writtenbymadeline:

A tool to use for find Synonyms: Synonym Finder.

This is a great, unique little tool I found by browsing for writing resources. It’s name speaks for itself: it’s a synonym finder.

The site is clean cut, has soothing colors, and to-the point results for any word you look up.

For example, when I look up the word “romance,” I get this:

Synonyms: romance, romanticism
Definition: an exciting and mysterious quality (as of a heroic time or adventure)

Hypernyms: quality
Definition: an essential and distinguishing attribute of something or someone
Usage: the quality of mercy is not strained—Shakespeare”

I had no idea what a “hypernym” is. Apparently it’s a word with a more general meaning that a more specific word fall under. Like, color is a hypernym for green.

On the right corner there’s a button to make graphs! So you can trace each synonym from it’s root word, and see how far the other synonyms connect in comparison to others.

I really like it, so I’m going to definitely bookmark it on my writing tools list.

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velvetroomofmuses:

"What I refer to are Hunters of the night. Humans arrogant enough to believe that we beings of the night are filth, and therefor must be expunged from this world. If I ask of you, would you rid me of the pests? You may use any method at your disposal. Such work would normally be beneath one such as yourself…but I can see in your eyes that you are very experienced at ridding the world of a few pests."

Humans—of course. The curvy devil bowed her head in acknowledgement, allowing the back of her head to focus on other matters. Humans were known to be insolent like that; always attempting to be a hero when there was no need for it in the beginning. How they attacked blood suckers and flesh eaters for eating them, while still preying on smaller, or dumber animals was beyond her.

greenpunchingbag:

Chuck was suddenly yanked away from the couch he was on and was held up in front of the devil’s face, she looked angry. He had seen that face on Stocking when he would eat one of her sweets and it usually meant he was gonna get pummeled.

Chuck just stare back dumbly at Kneesocks and started to drool slightly.

The fury quickly extinguished itself to an irritated glare, followed by a raised eyebrow. What nonsense was this? Had their pet any brains?

"You’re not going to attack me?"

Welcome to Daten City: Scanty

Another dead hit.
Her marksmanship really couldn’t be criticized,
at least,
not when it was dart guns.

Another long glance at the angel-plastered target set the path of the next dart, this one landing in the 2D mouth. Now if only it were real.

Scanty huffed under her breath, leaning back in Daddy’s chair. The last bit of work for her today was to wait. As if that was an easy thing to do. Her wandering eyes met the new documents tossed across her desk. She’d sneer.

A new assistant was hired as of today, and as a matter of fact, they fell right under her jurisdiction. Apparently, her sister shared the same fate, but it wasn’t the same person. Pity. They didn’t require that much assistance anyway. Even if they had failed time and time and time again, they still managed to wreck orderly havoc; that was as good as it was going to get with those putrid angels around.

Scanty fell out of her trance at the light thud of the door, jumping in her seat.

"Ah, come in."

Satan give her strength.

Anonymous said:
I was not prepared for this level of cute

First of all
how dare you

Anonymous said:
Ms Daemun! Um, what are the name's of your faceclaims? Because they all look really unique!

I don’t do miss/ms. very well. Just call me Daemun.

Or if you want to get into titles, I’ll do Beauty, Duchess, Countess, Queen, or Princess. Ms just makes me hella uncomfortable.

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      Pepe Lima

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   Radical Edward

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   Atsuko Jackson

These are the 4 I use the most.

powerlech:

                                      EVERYBODY IS A BOOK OF BLOOD—-
                              WHENEVER WE ARE OPENED, WE’RE [ R E D ]
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powerlech:

                                      EVERYBODY IS A BOOK OF BLOOD—-

                              WHENEVER WE ARE OPENED, WE’RE [ R E D ]

♥: Indie Hisoka blog from Hunter x Hunter.

♣: Private and selective in following.

♦: Eight years of writing experience, one and a half on Tumblr.

♠: OC and multi-fandom friendly.

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As Roleplayers we have the RIGHT TO

queenofheavens:

REFUSE TO RP WITH ANYONE THAT MAKES US DO THINGS WE DON’T WANT TO DO. 

REFUSE TO RP WITH PEOPLE WHO WANT TO FORCE SHIPS

WHO MAKE OUR MUSES(BABIES) UNCOMFORTABLE 

Without Context

housesharil:

Order — every directive he signed off on, every action he took was geared to the maintenance of an order and the preservation of an idealized ‘peace’ they seemed content to believe he could hold. Sitting there, amidst men and women a generation or more his senior, he laced his fingers beneath his chin and mustered what patience he had to listen. Their ideas were not wrong, but they were far from right, from the intangible perception of justice that danced eternally out of their reach. Every suggestion sought to bring them closer, though each resulting action only ended in frustration.

This, the young man decided, was not order. Neither was it what their people deserved. He supposed even painted smiles had some iota of genuine sentiment behind them.

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Not too soon, the meeting adjourned and he was left to his own devices, to wander the municipal building or the streets outside it as he pleased, to pass the time as he waited for a particular member of the Ministry of Defense. To each their own, he thought as he nodded at the departing officers before retreating to the space designated as his office. A musty space, utilized on occasion and only as a formality, Cline glanced across the remnants of research for a project long since shelved.

His chair echoed the sigh from his lips.

Patience was a virtue.
                                                                                      But not all were virtuous.

"Dear sister, please tell me what you’ve done."
"Please Kneesocks. Patience is a virtue.”

As if she had right.

The younger one would simply glare and watch her sister’s merry-making, which at this point, made absolutely no sense. They were a pair, bonded by blood, power, status, and lust. Keeping secrets from each other was unheard of. And yet, the situation came in an instant and thundered down a barrier between them; a barrier that no scythes could break.

The elder delighted herself in Daddy’s spinning chair. It wouldn’t be of use to him anyway anytime soon. Besides, she had business to do, whether it seemed like it or not. It all started out with a small digit or two.

She’d soon be caressing her phone in hand, typing out a number to keep the ball rolling, leaving her sister to keep her determined glare at bay.

"Hello? To whom am I speaking to?"

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       Groan.