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01

Oct

Well I joined French club and became the treasurer in one swift political move.

you seem more awesome every day

if this is your idea of awesome then you are indeed following the right blog. 

my-terminological-inexactitude replied to your post “As I told my brother earlier, I think this is my first time writing an…”

I’m so proud! :D

my lil bro had a similar response!

(Source: c-mines)

gailsimone:

superasente:

Beautiful and flawless character designs by Jamal Campbell:

http://pryce14.deviantart.com/

REALLY pretty.

also is there anyone online that would quickly like to critique my story before i print a million copies of it?

As I told my brother earlier, I think this is my first time writing an actual sex scene and it’s ending in murder with a dash of cannibalism. 

30

Sep

ugh this story is not creepy enough.

sansaspark:


sansaspark’s top 100 fairytales countdown: #99
↳Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called “Little Red Riding Hood.”
One day her mother said to her, “Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don’t forget to say, ‘Good morning’, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.”
"I will take great care," said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him…

sansaspark:

sansaspark’s top 100 fairytales countdown: #99

↳Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called “Little Red Riding Hood.”

One day her mother said to her, “Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don’t forget to say, ‘Good morning’, and don’t peep into every corner before you do it.”

"I will take great care," said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him…


The Witching Hour: Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time a little girl with a cloak as red as blood ventured into a forest as old as time itself. It was dark and wonderful, full of spirits, monsters, and magic. The little girl carried a basket with ripe fruit and delicious cakes, her cheeks were pink and round and she laughed following the path and picking up flowers.Once upon a time a little girl met the beast everyone feared and warned her about and yet she was not afraid. She took the knife out of her basket full of fruit and cake, and cut the beast’s heart out.

There’s a howl inside her and she wants to let it loose.She knows these woods, old as time itself, knows their secrets for she is one of them.Her red cape is stained with blood. The hood conceals dark circles under her eyes, teeth bared white and sharp.She’s a scarlet mirage, an apparition trapped among the trees, and the huntsman always finds her for he mistakes her beauty for innocence. She smiles and hands him fruit and the sweet juice runs down his mouth and beard. She comes closer and whispers: “There’s a beast in my heart and it scratches and scratches, and it hurts to keep it hidden”. They both smile and his ax falls on the ground when she twists the knife, his blood dripping from her fingertips and into the cloak.

The Witching Hour: Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time a little girl with a cloak as red as blood ventured into a forest as old as time itself. It was dark and wonderful, full of spirits, monsters, and magic. The little girl carried a basket with ripe fruit and delicious cakes, her cheeks were pink and round and she laughed following the path and picking up flowers.
Once upon a time a little girl met the beast everyone feared and warned her about and yet she was not afraid. She took the knife out of her basket full of fruit and cake, and cut the beast’s heart out.

There’s a howl inside her and she wants to let it loose.
She knows these woods, old as time itself, knows their secrets for she is one of them.
Her red cape is stained with blood. The hood conceals dark circles under her eyes, teeth bared white and sharp.
She’s a scarlet mirage, an apparition trapped among the trees, and the huntsman always finds her for he mistakes her beauty for innocence. She smiles and hands him fruit and the sweet juice runs down his mouth and beard. She comes closer and whispers: “There’s a beast in my heart and it scratches and scratches, and it hurts to keep it hidden”. They both smile and his ax falls on the ground when she twists the knife, his blood dripping from her fingertips and into the cloak.

teal-deer:

Babe did you fall from heaven bc you seem to be a chaotic ever shifting sphere of eyes & wings making a sound not of this earth and I’m kind of hoping God sent you because this is terrifying