The demon dusts the ash off his tight suit, the fabric having turned gray and a tad bit looser— they used to hug his muscles more tightly, tracing every line.
“I fell, you don’t need to be so aggressive.”
#taekookau
“Get off me.”
Jungkook groans in annoyance as he pushes the angel away, his rough skin accidentally scraping the latter.
“Chill— fuck you cut me.”
The angel growls through gritted teeth, eyebrows furrowed, eyes burning with rage.
The demon dusts the ash off his tight suit, the fabric having turned gray and a tad bit looser— they used to hug his muscles more tightly, tracing every line.
“I fell, you don’t need to be so aggressive.”
“I don’t give a fuck, don’t fall on me.”
The demon remains arrogant and displeased with the collusion; the accident having occurred due to an experiment gone wrong.
“You’re such a moron.”
The angel scoffs as he touches the bruise, hissing when the pad of his fingers meet his red flesh.
Jungkook looks genuinely annoyed, he always carries hate for Taehyung, but today is rather worse.
“It was an accident, okay? I’m sorry, damn, chill.”
As if the latter had heard the sarcasm oozing through the thoughts leaving his mind, he walked towards him with determined steps.
“Apologize properly.”
“Don’t touch me.”
He manages to take a grip of the latter’s wrist, pushing it away.
The demon scoffs at the ridiculous title given to an ill mannered creature.
“You think that just because you’re a demon, your rude behavior gets excused?”
“At least I have an excuse.”
“How about you stick that excuse up your—“
This time the accident worsens, their lips colliding along with their bodies. It hurts, the fall is rather painful, but all is forgotten when they notice it.
“I’m sorry— I...umm. I apologize on my behalf and Amon’s.”
Jungkook looks at the unbothered cat licking his paw.
His throat suddenly runs dry as he tries getting up, this time ignoring his dirty clothes— his focus lying on his burning ears.
“I will go now...yeah, bye.”
Taehyung quickly stands up on his feet, taking a hold of the black cat as he flies back home.
His voice echoes loudly in the witches castle as he tries to make sense of the situation.
“I don’t know...? I tried making a love spell that helps one find their fated mate, but then it blew up and the next thing I know— you and Amon were gone.”
It’s only then the angel with the messy hair, slightly bloody skin and busted lip understands what just happened. His worst enemy is his fated mate.
“Fuck you.”
will u continue the au??? i\u2019m just asking bc if you will, i\u2019ll add it to my bookmarks to check later aksneksnekdnx \u2014 The demon angel one? Nope bubba it was just a drabble you https://t.co/PRfNIV94SX
— manu\u2077 exams (@bisouvante) January 17, 2021
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"Pisar was one of the last people to speak to Maxwell, by phone, probably an hour before the chairman of Mirror Group Newspapers fell off his luxury yacht the Lady Ghislaine on 5 November, 1991." https://t.co/DAEgchNyTP
OK, so that's just a coincidence. Moving on, Anthony Blinken "attended the prestigious Dalton School in New York City"...wait, what? https://t.co/DnE6AvHmJg
Dalton School...Dalton School...rings a
Oh that's right.
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I'm not going to even mention that Blinken's stepdad Sam Pisar's name was in Epstein's "black book."
Lots of names in that book. I mean, for example, Cuomo, Trump, Clinton, Prince Andrew, Bill Cosby, Woody Allen - all in that book, and their reputations are spotless.
Where to begin?
So our new Secretary of State Anthony Blinken's stepfather, Samuel Pisar, was "longtime lawyer and confidant of...Robert Maxwell," Ghislaine Maxwell's Dad.
"Pisar was one of the last people to speak to Maxwell, by phone, probably an hour before the chairman of Mirror Group Newspapers fell off his luxury yacht the Lady Ghislaine on 5 November, 1991." https://t.co/DAEgchNyTP
OK, so that's just a coincidence. Moving on, Anthony Blinken "attended the prestigious Dalton School in New York City"...wait, what? https://t.co/DnE6AvHmJg
Dalton School...Dalton School...rings a
Oh that's right.
The dad of the U.S. Attorney General under both George W. Bush & Donald Trump, William Barr, was headmaster of the Dalton School.
Donald Barr was also quite a
Donald Barr had a way with words. pic.twitter.com/JdRBwXPhJn
— Rudy Havenstein, listening to Nas all day. (@RudyHavenstein) September 17, 2020
I'm not going to even mention that Blinken's stepdad Sam Pisar's name was in Epstein's "black book."
Lots of names in that book. I mean, for example, Cuomo, Trump, Clinton, Prince Andrew, Bill Cosby, Woody Allen - all in that book, and their reputations are spotless.
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This product has narrow appeal and, accordingly, is worth about as much as everything else on a 486 sitting in someone's basement is worth.
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The benign product is sovereign programmable money, which is historically a niche interest of folks with a relatively clustered set of beliefs about the state, the literary merit of Snow Crash, and the utility of gold to the modern economy.
This product has narrow appeal and, accordingly, is worth about as much as everything else on a 486 sitting in someone's basement is worth.
The other product is investment scams, which have approximately the best product market fit of anything produced by humans. In no age, in no country, in no city, at no level of sophistication do people consistently say "Actually I would prefer not to get money for nothing."
This product needs the exchanges like they need oxygen, because the value of it is directly tied to having payment rails to move real currency into the ecosystem and some jurisdictional and regulatory legerdemain to stay one step ahead of the banhammer.