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ablackwing replied to your post / i will brick you. your fran is be-yoo-tea-full. You mean...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:57:18 -0800

ablackwing replied to your post

/ i will brick you. your fran is be-yoo-tea-full.

You mean booty-ful //brick’d

boothiers-pants replied to your post: boothiers-pants replied to your post rebooting has…

I think if its become a chore, it might be an idea - it gives you the chance to do something new that you might never thought of when you first tarted your blog. and lol. Don’t worry. I was going to pester you to still be my Fran

Da, da, I will prolly do that.
Im going to close down some of the others while I’m at it so that should help.
Well I would hope so youre my partner in crime :I Literally :I

boothiers-pants replied to your post rebooting has been really good for my muse. I’m working on all...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:46:23 -0800

boothiers-pants replied to your post

rebooting has been really good for my muse. I’m working on all sorts of stuff for him at the moment - wanted posters, animations, layouts of the Strahl and her engines etc.

Mnh, I might do a partial reboot — if nothing else? New url and theme and such.

rapusodosu replied to your post

but I love your fran ;O;

I love her too, shes just become a large chore to log onto anymore.
~~This is regarding the fact that everyone has been hard to log onto.~~

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:40:25 -0800

Anonymously tell me a problem you have with my rp style.

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:28:33 -0800

Anonymously tell me a problem you have with my rp style.

2:33:18 PM Genie: I feel rusty 2:34:05 PM me: use oil 2:34:14 PM me: Coconut 2:37:41 PM me: low...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:43:03 -0800

2:33:18 PM Genie: I feel rusty
2:34:05 PM me: use oil
2:34:14 PM me: Coconut
2:37:41 PM me: low smoke point so be careful with the fire materia play and you should be good.
2:41:45 PM Genie: 8I

phantasmal-knight replied to your post: phantasmal-knight ooc; God, I wish I knew…even something to...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:26:30 -0800

phantasmal-knight replied to your post: phantasmal-knight

ooc; God, I wish I knew…even something to stop the shaking..

I took rescue rememdy and its helping and no one is in the house and thats helping and it should go away on its own i hope

phantasmal-knight replied to your post ooc; …..I wish there was something I could do D: T-thank...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:17:04 -0800

phantasmal-knight replied to your post

ooc; …..I wish there was something I could do D:

T-thank you Celesmun

phantasmal-knight replied to your post ooc; D: what happened? Its physically painful for people to...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:07:00 -0800

phantasmal-knight replied to your post

ooc; D: what happened?

Its physically painful for people to touch me, even people I care about anymor.e I thought I was doing better because it hasn’t hurt as bad to hug my friend and grandmother but my mom touched my shoulder and I started crying and my stutter became so extreme I couldn’t talk and I physically cannot stop shaking it hurt so bad and my skin feels like its on fire and I want it to stop I want it to go away

“A brand be kinder than ye touch.”

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:00:06 -0800

“A brand be kinder than ye touch.”

dragon scales and bunny hide

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 21:16:24 -0800

Purses where heavy if one cared to weigh them in their palm, their poised rattle from being dropped careless to the floorboards below muted by the clang of a helm being shed rapidly from silver crowned head. The Viera normally so quiet and calm in a rush for the current moment, taking supple person over to the dry sink to reach for the pitcher, splashing water careless into the basin as rough tongue lapped at the flow, easing the burn of a Silence spell’s effects ‘pon her throat. A grunt soft past umber lips is all that passes free, restlessness banished from her form as remedy and water worked in tandem, sanguine gaze drooping.

Her day had been long, hide and ears baked by desert storms harsh in the growing perilous cold of winter months that made her inner clockwork run sluggish. Her reward had been grand however, enough gil to float her comfortably through several more months of relaxation and planning, should her Partner ever rise from the depths of a down bed of chosen paramour. Yet it was not as high as a bother as it had been previous, Madhu banished from her presence as more care was taken to collect a glass of water for her enjoyment.

Teeth clicked with the clear sand compound as drooping lids finally shut, and ears normally so alert and perked rocked back in a silent sigh upon her head. The pirate draining water free before setting such aside, form stooping over to catch claws in fabric of coin purses and the straps of heels. The steel tossed to the foot of the bed, the gill tossed within the trunk next to it, and the heavy thunk of lid and lock marked the easy process of armour coming free from time told hide.

Rhythm of removal coming with practiced finesse, straps hidden beneath the wisp of travel teddy unlatched to remove the heavy supports for supple breasts, sigh of relief bringing forth carmine once more. The armour was settled careful upon the trunk, eyes roaming in latent inspection of her chosen room, the lack of lock on her door noted with annoyance mute. The Veena shedding yet another layer from her person, the clinging three quarters sleeve shoulder shawl cast over upper bodice in favor for warm palms against rolling scapula, back turning to the only point of entry and escape to the small square room. Yet it was then lax ears noted something her nose was having troubles catching, claws hooked in lower armour freezing as garnet gaze turns, feral lilt coming free atypically brighter.

“Sephi’oth?”

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Fri, 04 Jan 2013 00:30:31 -0800

Day 3: Center or justify the type

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 00:30:34 -0800

Day 3: Center or justify the type

"No one knows men like Fran does."

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 00:30:49 -0800

“No one knows men like Fran does.”

- Balthier - Final Fantasy XII (via the-seeress-yeul)

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Sun, 30 Dec 2012 14:36:35 -0800

warriormohawk: + theweaponsmaster Such bitter chills nipped against Connors nose, but causing no...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 13:10:07 -0800

warriormohawk:

+ theweaponsmaster

Such bitter chills nipped against Connors nose, but causing no shiver or flinch. Such warm presence could not be sundered under mother natures winds of gelid and frigid temperatures. But the woman before him, with such little amounts of attire on her was completely beyond him.

The assassin squatted on a branch in a tall oak tree above the ground, watching the woman as she walked around. Finally, the curiosity in him yelled to be sated once and for all. “You do understand that this is Winter, right miss?”

Beyond he, be it no matter. For it was not her concern of his needless worry about her person, umber hide so vastly bared for comfort and ease of mobility was furred softly with a silky hair just a shade lighter than skin beneath. It was like a gentle halo that held her thus, if the light gleamed upon her form just so, and the Veena was content. She would be warm through what would freeze even a Gria stiff, but that was little of matter now. Ears perched proud upon her cranium twitch finite, soft cone twisting subtly to the source of a pulse not easily disguised from the female hunter, and before he can offer speech she all ready spies him with that feral sanguine gaze.

“Aye. What matter be it, shall effect ye long before I, Hume.”

kitsuneleah: At the Great Crystal in Giruvegan. Fran’s gettin’...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 12:56:37 -0800

kitsuneleah:

At the Great Crystal in Giruvegan.

Fran’s gettin’ reeeaaal tired of your shit, Ashe.