follow my new blog, this is now an archive! i hope to get to writing with you all soon!
follow my new blog, this is now an archive! i hope to get to writing with you all soon!
so i’m most likely gonna scrap this blog and make a new one because ya know, i’m trash and idk i feel like i should get a new start because of how different of a person i am now. idk if that all makes sense but once i get another blog up and running, i’ll post the link here and what not. i hope everyone’s been doing well.
- kieran
test muse || serial killer plot OPEN TO FEMALES ONLY
Warm blood running down Jackson’s face wasn’t even his. He didn’t have a scratch. Still playing with the knife in his hand he started walking to the scared girl in the end of the room. She was looking at him like he was some kind of monster. A little smile appeared on his lips when their eyes met. “I wouldn’t let him hurt you.” He started moving closer. Just a minute ago he killed a guy that was obsessed with her, the guy that was planning on raping her that night. “I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” Jackson was mysterious guy, they’ve never really been together, but they had a strong connection. She was the first person Jackson didn’t want to hurt, didn’t want to see in pain. “You’re safe now.”
Tiana was shaking, he was...covered in blood. It was EVERYWHERE and there was a body...on the floor in FRONT of her. Biting down on her lip, she was trying her hardest to not cry, at least not in front of someone who had just KILLED someone. “I...” Words weren’t coming easy, not now. Not for the girl who was always conflicted about how little she understood about people. But this...FEAR. She understood that. Ebony fingers ran through long dark hair and she tried to steady her breathing. “I...thank you.” Jackson wasn’t bad. He had seemed okay enough but...this was different. More than anything, she didn’t want him hurt or in trouble so they needed to...make this all DISAPPEAR. “I...why did...” Her brain wasn’t letting the words make it out of her lips.
“Artie, I promise I’m fine.” She spoke to the taller male while dusting herself off. “I’m sure they didn’t mean to shove me, I’m pretty short so they probably didn’t see me..” Who was she kidding? She obviously knew the stranger saw her and decided to shove her out of the way, causing the tiny female to fall and scrape her elbow in the process. She just didn’t want him to get upset.
Artie was absolutely livid. Green eyes flashing as his fist stayed clenched at his sides, teeth grinding together inside of his mouth. It was like all he was seeing was red and he wanted to make sure that red spilled onto his hands and got absolutely everywhere. That prick deserved it. He saw the smirk that had been shot in his direction after she’d gotten shoved and he was trying his best to not charge after the asshole and kill him. Realizing that his little one was hurt, the taller male immediately directed his attention towards her and turned his anger into concern for her injury, making sure to inspect it and frowning immensely. It took him until about halfway done with his mother henning that he realized words were coming to him. It was like he couldn’t...speak. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before holding her close and just breathing in that she was okay, that she was right there in front of him. “I want to kill that guy.” His voice was gruff and almost like a growl.
i really want to interact with people and i’m sorry for being gone so much, finals week just hit in uni and i’m stressed the fuck out but i really miss everyone i rp with and i hope to be back for good soon.
i wanna make hunger games au’s and that kinda stuff and i want more plots and idk i may try and scrap this blog but also so lazy.
Apathy in general; people who are not standing up for what they believe in because somebody’s got a louder mouth than them; it doesn’t make any sense.
i really wanna make a jay park muse. like he’s such a cutie.
JUST LOOK AT HIM.
SO FUCKING PRECIOUS
A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living (via itcuddles)
( CHARACTER AESTHETIC ): single dad.
I just wanted these in one place.
I wasn’t going to write anything in here, but I feel like it needs to be said that this goes for relationships too, not just careers & things. You can give everything that you have, put it into a relationship and still lose it. It doesn’t mean anythings wrong with you, it doesn’t make you weak, it doesn’t make it your fault.. It’s just a part of life, and you’ll be okay.
She’s tracing idle patterns over the denim covering her thigh; it’s a nervous habit she’s never quite been able to shake. As his hand comes to rest on her knee she reaches for it almost instinctively, lacing their fingers together in one smooth motion. “I don’t want you to have to deal with any of the crap that’s going on with me…it wouldn’t be fair. It’s not your problem. I’m not your problem. What could possibly be the point of me unloading all of my own stress off on you?” She lets out a small chuckle of self-deprecation then but as much as she wants the sound to pass for something casual, it’s laced with all the tension she’s feeling. “I just want to be good for you, that’s it. That’s all I want.”
“The point being that you won’ have to take it on all by yourself because you’r not alone.” His voice was strain, his thumb brushing back and forth along the back of her hand, “You’r not alone and neither am I, I know it’s hard and I know you want to be good for me, love. But a problem shared is a problem cut in two.” The way he saw it was that if they could actually talk and actually try and help one another, things would hopefully go smoother. “And you’r right, you’r not my problem, because you aren’ a problem, love.”
“I’ve got a nice cup of tea and a pack of chocolate biscuits, I’m done with all the work I had to do today, my hair’s actually co-operating with me for the first time in what feels like forever and my bra matches my panties. I don’t know what your concept of happiness is but I’m honestly, honestly, completely okay with everything right now.” She tries to shoot him a flippant smile but it comes out as more of a grimace and she doesn’t even bother looking up to meet his eye. She’s lying through her teeth, obviously, and the slight waver in her voice at the end of her statement is a dead giveaway. “There’s nothing to talk about, Artie, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
Artie hated this. He hated that she felt like she had to lie to him to make him happy. Rolling his eyes, the larger male gritted his teeth together and scoffed as she finished her sentence. “Bullshit.” The word was simple enough and green eyes flashed as he crouched down to her level, knowing that she wouldn’t look up at him. “I just...I care, Edie. You’re allowed to be not okay around me, love.” His usually gruff voice was soft and sweet as he gently put a hand on her knee.
hello, hello! here’s 288 400+ roleplayable lauren jauregui icons cropped by yours truly. none of the original gifs were mine but this did take some time so i would appreciate it if you would like or reblog this post if you plan on using any. coolio bro, hope y'all enjoy.
I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Go big or go home
“you can’t just BLOCK me out and act HAPPY, edie!” his voice
was higher than usual but not just a yell yet, almost a GROWL.
“we...” trailing off, he blinked a few times before growling out loud,
trying to focus himself. “we need to actually talk if this is going to
WORK! just tell me what i did WRONG!” + @onyxedideas