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triicksters · 3 months

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3-5 THINGS YOUR CHARACTER CAN BE IDENTIFIED BY.

01. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

Anger

Bitterness

Envy

Sadness

Love

02. COLORS.

Jet black

Violet

Obsidian

Midnight black

Charcoal

03. SCENTS.

Sweet smelling Cinnamon smoke

Nail polish

Blackberries (shampoo and shower gel)

Leather

Coffee

04. FASHION.

Long black trench coats lined with velvet./ Long coats in general.

Black jeans that are a combination of leather and denim.

Knee high leather boots.

Black leather finger-less gloves.

Black t-shirts.

05. OBJECTS.

Black Samsung galaxy flip phone

Snake bloody necklace (example can be found here)

A pack of cinnamon scented herbal cigarettes

A pack of black tarot cards

Reinforced raven headed walking stick

05.BODY LANGUAGE.

Fingers sweeping across surfaces to pick up any residual energy off them

Smiles that look more like sneers

Slouched posture yet his eyes are always high on alert.

His left hand gripping tightly onto the head of his cane.

07. AESTHETICS.

Shadows moving with a life of their own.

Busted mirrors covered in blood.

A murder of crows in mid flight.

Impenetrable darkness that no light can penetrate

Masks that cover people's faces.

Tagged by. @handgiven (thank you <3)

Tagging. @painmon @2dayze @thcmcnstcr @malka-lisitsa @bloodykneestm @spllcat @wcnka @neverscored @therelentless @tremblesigh @swede @brooklynislandgirl @pridefound @firststab @kingofthewebxxx and anyone else who would like to participate in this.

#/ feeder of pain and strife / ( introspection )#/ waiting for the spirits / ( queue )

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macdiari · 5 years

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Plucked from [ x ]

Gold swivels up to the ceiling at her initial response. Gaze rolling away in the opposite direction that she does. A bemused kind of chuckle, that might have been a growl of the deepest kind if given real form. Which only just so causes the edges of the dark to quiver. His head falling back between shoulders as she takes her stance behind him. Writes her ultimatum in the dirt and waits for his answer. Poised as ever she might be for it.

“Ye be givin’ me one chance be ye?”

And how utterly sarcastic that question. How dripping with tones of you don’t scare me wee girl. Not at all because he doesn’t think her capable–no she’s proven otherwise multiple times before–but to bait her. To toss back the fury and the frustration back into her face without pause to consider he shouldn’t. Because who does she really believe she’s talking to? He is no wooden boy that wishes to be real. He is no has been god-king, that over looked him for something lesser. He is darkness, and nightmares. He is everything that she has ever feared lying in the shadows. And seeing as she’s forgotten that…

Heels turn upon soil that has not seen the light of the sun in decades if never. The blackness around them thickening and weaving together in the wake of him. Snuffing out every source of light it can find. And in the suffocating void that is left, he is far more towering. Far more terrible in visage. Claws that grow from the hands of monsters. Teeth that fit him only because they are unnaturally accommodated by an increasing malformed jaw, and the bright gold of his gaze turns to something fire branded. Like the ninth ring of christian hell.

“Ye be wantin’ ta play, raicleach? Le’s play.”

And there is a growl in the wake of the taunt as he vanishes into the nothing of his making. Voice echoing and growing in volume, to help hide what the dark can not. So that quick, razor sharp claws might drag themselves across her back, taking flesh and blood with them. Harrowing laughter chasing back into the dark from whence he’d come.

#brooklynislandgirl #brooklynislandgirl 07 #Promises Promises || Beth and Lorcan #Guileless Son || Main Verse

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croinagreine · 3 years

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Early Morning Rescue...

Nurtured from [ x ]

rattle rattle rattle

3 A.M.

rattle rattle rattle

A head tilts up off the pillow. Sleepy eyes that peers through the dark. Blurry vision at the neon numbers staring back.

3: 04 A.M.

rattle rattle rattle

A hand that fumbles out from under her chin. Swims beneath the blankets and sheets as she inch by inch maneuvers herself out of the human made cocoon. Fingers wrapping around the phone, as she leans her upper body towards the side of the bed. The phone brought to her ear as she slides the answer button over.

“’lo?”

Brows knit as she listens to the greeting. A lagging brain struggling and hitching, even as it recognizes the voice. Green focusing in on the offensively bright clock.

3:05 A.M.

....I guess I’m a’ Suffolk County General.

Eyes go wide. Adrenaline rushing through her veins, as movement speed increases a little. Legs that shift to the edge of the bed as the rest of her sits up. Arm previous encompassing her slipping away to the mattress. Sleep rubbed away half heartedly.

“Are ye o–”

More words. Words that take their time in explaining what’s going on. Why Beth’s calling her at three in the morning. And the list of injuries keeps going. Bruised ribs. A broken ankle. A concussion. And by the time Beth’s begging her not to be mad--

Feet have hit rug. Have crossed wood flooring. Yoga pants have been hopped into, shirt and sweater pulled on without much consideration if they match. Socks on. shoes grabbed. A hand through her hair as she sneaks back out of the closet and out the door. Though a second later she’s coming back for her purse. A note left over the top of her husband’s phone: Beth. Accident. Went to pick up from hospital. Home soon. And she’s down the stairs.

Cramming feet into shoes in the kitchen. Keys grabbed from the dish on the island. The cold coffee from the fridge and poured over ice into her trusted travel mug. And the garage door is going up.

“What? No. Oi’m on me way, luv. Ye jus’ stay p---”

A clearing throat nearly ha her jumping out of her skin. Turning away from the back door to see her husband’s man leaned to in the door way. The only thing saving him from being dressed in what he was born in a pair of loungers. And it takes a second for her heart to sink back down into her chest.

“Chris’ ye gave me a start, Michaeline.”

Dinna mean t' startle ye. Is some thing wrong?

“Hm? Oh uh..M’afraid Beth’s gotten into a bi’ o’a mess. Needs a ride home from hospital.”

Care for me to fix up the car? Himself 'd make a rug o' me hide if I dinna offer.

“Oh no-no. Oi’ can manage. T’ank ye t’ough.”

And she’s out the door before he can continue to remind that Himself would lay an egg for Michaeline letting her go out this time of day alone.

“Beth? No. Jus’ Michaeline wonderin’ where oi’ were off ta. As I was sayin’ ye stay pu’ an’ oi’ll be roi’ght t’ere, alroi’ght?”

A quick good bye as she gets the car going. Hands on the wheel and ready to back out when...A breath. That’s let out with heavy frustration and a portion of defeat. Eyes to the ceiling before the car’s turned back off. Bag and keys dragged out and a kind of walk of shame back inside. Where her husband’s man is now entirely dressed and standing by the kitchen island.

“Oi’ve had t’rather sudden realization oi’ dunna know how ta ge’ ta Suffolk County General so...f’ye dunna moi’nd oi’ll be takin’ ye up on t’at drive?”

A smirk that she knows she definitely deserves, as a set of keys to a car he’s much more used to driving are dangled in front of her face.

#brooklynislandgirl #brooklynislandgirl 07 #tbd || Beth and Caity #Shipping Out To Boston || Modern Pocket AU #Collect Moments Not Things || Que

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whosxafraid · 4 years

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* ANSWER TWENTY - ONE QUESTIONS !

tag twenty - one people you’d like to know better.

some questions may be ‘ ??? ‘ instead of answered.

01. NICKNAME : Crow

02. REAL NAME : -Classified-

03. ZODIAC : Cancer

04. HEIGHT : 5'4"

05. WHAT TIME IS IT ? : 14:29

06. FAVOURITE MUSICIANS / GROUPS : Linkin Park, Mike Shinoda, Cryo Chamber, Warduna, The HU, 2cellos, Noah Gunderson, Daniel Waples, FAUN, Amber Run, Blacktop Mogo, Tommee Porfitt, Lindsey Stirling, Two Steps From Hell...

07. FAVOURITE SPORTS TEAM : LSU, GTech, N.I.N.F.T, R.I.N.F.T.

08. OTHER BLOGS : @croinagreine , @nolegacies

09. DO I GET ASKS ? : yes, some i wish i didnt but most that i love :)

10. HOW MANY BLOGS DO I FOLLOW ? : uh...i’d rather not...post that.

11. ANY TUMBLR CRUSHES : yes several but if i have to pick one...its actually not a RP blog..... @octomoosey because honestly my FAVORITE theme creator ever.

12. LUCKY NUMBER : 13/21

13. WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW : my new Ireland Flag tshirt and shorts

14. DREAM VACATION : Northern Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Norway, Sweden, I’d like to see London specifically in Britain.

15. DREAM CAR : I had a mustang when i was younger...i’d love to have it back.

16. FAVOURITE FOOD : House Salad from a specific Road House

17. DRINK OF CHOICE : Fizzy, Sweet Tea

18. LANGUAGES : English, bad English, trying to learn (Irish) Gaelic.

19. INSTRUMENTS : I’ve played a lot of different ones (Piano, flute, piccallo, violin, cello, drums, viola, recorder] but none currently.

20. CELEBRITY CRUSHES : ...i can hear some of you laughing with this one....

21. RANDOM FACT : I’m afraid of the sound Styrofoam makes.

TAGGED BY: @amarexestxanimas

#[post via mobile]#Out Of Fecks || OOC

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