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Watching a movie in school. I’m bored.. not sure if I should be paying attention.. what I wish I was doing right now..
closed starter for darius @oiympian setting: some bar in nyc
it's one of those nights where camille goes pub crawling with some friends , going from one bar to another and by the time they get into the nth bar she's already starting to feel a tad bit intoxicated , which is why she almost couldn't believe her eyes when she spots him across the room . camille could recognize that tall figure anywhere , even from the back , and once she manages to catch a glimpse of his side profile , she's convinced that her gut is right —— that's definitely darius suwan , and of course he's in the middle of the bar about to fight somebody , so camille stumbles on her way towards him , swiftly places herself in between the two before she turns to face darius , hoping that her presence could distract him from the other guy . “ thank god i found you , ” she purrs , followed by a giggle . “ it's a little crowded in here , don't you think ? ” one hand tugs at his arm gently , “ let's go somewhere a little more private , yeah ? ”
SOME ALLAN DRAWINGS MY FRIEND MADE...ERM.😍
(hoping this gets rebloged by official incredibox it's my friends dream 😛)
𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
- B.E.
AnoTHA ONE☝️ blurb leave me alone | again no use of names, just variations of “she” and “you”
A/n: did i get sad? Yes. Did i decide to make something out of it? Also yes. Is this projecting? Maybe.(Yes.) || I projected my tendency to literally run from home when i get too upset because i need to relieve my angrers energy into something thats not entirely destructive FHFEJJKS
i don’t know if this can be categorised as angst/comfort ?? But!!1!1!! (Its surrounded by comfort but whats comfort without the need for it)
Summary: You and Billie have been together long enough for her to see your vulnerable side, it didn’t take long to but it did take a lot of strength to. And this happens to be one of those times where you need nothing more in the world than to go home!
——･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─: *.☽ .* :─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.——
A blurry road ahead, a big blob of blended colours and shapes danced to the sound of irregular nose-huffs. Forehead sweaty and a hefty backpack bouncing on your back.
You’ve gone this path countless times, by now you can go there blind. Your body remembers all the turns and miles. Like your body needs to reach the destination.
You hadn’t realised just how tiring running this whole thing was until she came in the view - until you saw that short, long haired woman standing right outside, waiting for you, the woman that always knows what you need.
Strict hard nose breaths soon turn into open mouthed pants, bouncing bag thrown to the ground somewhere, anywhere off you, and you finally let your rivers flow.
A melody of countless “i’m sorry”’s spilling out your mouth as soon as your body comes in touch with hers, pairs of hands holding the other body like their own lives depend on it, mutual emotion being held and shared in and through both bodies.
She’s seen you this way a number of times, she has not once thrown a rejection at your vulnerable emotions needs, but thats not enough for your overworking mind.
The lock of arms around your waist and up your back giving you a squeeze, shushing hushing noises coming to caress your ears - “shh its okay angel, its okay. I’m here with you, i am here for you.” - caring the same like a mother would to her child, or maybe a person who’s not quite full when their sweetheart isn’t.
Words that go in through your ears, and circulate along your insides as if made to soothe you whole, whats a painkiller better than love?
“I’m sorry.” you sighed with the loss of a last deep breath. Composing yourself to pull away, managing to turn your head to face her, face red like a tomato and makeup running all along.
“Its okay,” she gave a small chuckle looking back at you, an affectionate hand reaching out to hold your face. “I know.” A voice just above a whisper.
For a moment while you look into her eyes, you think you can almost feel them. Like your burning teary face can feel the breeze and like the darkening evening sky suddenly shines all its stars above her.
While you’re focused on her eyes you lose track of everything else - like the fact that your breathing is now calm, your shaking hands have turned gentle. She noticed those though, taking your hand in one of hers and your backpack in her other.
“So what do you wanna do?” ..
“Im feeling a movie”
“So movie night it is!”
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uh...
7 days of skramz (and counting)
tagging: @niikaido @cutecapybarapics @olrvggio @cyan-the-fly @cosmic-rosa @lensaprastowo @onetwicemelody heh heheh
Tagged by @avitenshi thank you!!
~9 songs on repeat (recently)
Tagging : @ianxiety @aengela @nezu-mi @necrosisofthemind
bro my life feels completed because of this wHAT???
T H E verified looney tunes account on instagram said yupppp?! YUP???? AAAAAAAAAA 🤧💗💕💞 that makes my nerdy little heart so fucking happy LETS GO
MY TOP 10 SHIPPS OF ALL TIME:
Starker
TonyPeter
Tnpt
Ironspider
Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Anthony Edward Stark/Benjamin Peter Parker
Iron man/Spider-man
The Invincible Iron Man/The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man
That genius billionaire philanthropist playboy in armor with that superpowered twink from Queens
penis parker/tony stank
*cof cof* and one honorable mention to *cof cof*: stuckycherikdestielhannigramaziracrow..
~ mystisophia 🍒
A rare new strange Pikachu face
Him wee bit scared
“Ugh that damn ringing is pissing me off!”
Y/n Moodboard
So, I have some good news! One, I have an IPAD noww!!!! So now I can write and draw with some peace. Second, I have a key board that goes with my IPad! More WRITING YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYYAYYAYAYYYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Anyway, sorry I’ve been such a hiatus. Since my phone broke and just a lot of things has happen lately but I promise to write and get more done this year! ₍ ⸝⸝ ◠ .̮ ◠ ⸝⸝ ₎
TW- ED and bullying.
Since creepypasta was really popular in the 2010’s and late 2000’s I feel like I want to kinda show that in the fic. This is kinda something I wanted to talk about but would anyone will be willing to read my stuff if I made some characters have eating disorders or them being bullies or being bullies. I know that these things are pretty dark but those weren’t uncommon in the late 2000’s and 2010’s.
I remember when I thought about creepypasta for so long, I BOUGHT an old 2000’s camera just so I could pretend I was in marble hornets.
Um so I might’ve forgot to write the second chapter but I SWEAR I AM WORKING ON IT! 😭
Tried to draw Naomi but I made her blonde but I’ll live..
HERES TO MY FAV BIMBO OC- NAOMIIIIII
Its lowkey messy but it adds some authentic flavor to it..
Naomi- Y/n, if we were two bugs and a giant bug was going to eat me, would you protect me.?
Y/n- Naomi how the hell did you get inside of room and WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!
Y/N and Naomi technically both saw Slenderman but Naomi just simply ignores it and it’s so funny because Naomi will hear the buzzing and see Slenderman and just be like “Huh.. I need to sleep more”. Meanwhile, Y/N goes insane and turns into a poxy because of Slenderman.
The opening of a downfall
the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby
Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).
A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).
3rd person
The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.
This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.
The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.
Y/N POV
I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.
Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and her were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.
As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.
Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the light makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.
Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.
As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.
A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>•̀๑)
Y/N- *Doing Scene Makeup*
Naomi-*In the closet hiding and whispers* Green suits you more..
Y/n- *Looks at the closet with widen eyes* NAOMI!?
Bird Cage
For once, I felt free. I felt the sky. I felt the clouds. I felt the grass gently swaying at my feet. I felt as if I weighed nothing. I felt as if I was one with the flowers, dancing in the gentle wind. My eyes slowly gaze upon the sky, slowly my dopamine left my body. My hair swayed in the wind as I looked at the steel cage that awaited me. I step away from my freedom and slowly enter my bird cage. Although, it felt like a bear trap that I’ll never leave. Unless he desired me to, I stepped inside and felt my heart, liberty, and my dopamine left as quickly as it came.
“Don’t ruin my makeup, I didn't spend $40 to look like a pig.”
NOAMI ADDAMS MOOD BOARD!
She's y/n’s bimbo best friend but her heart is as big as her ego.
Being a teenage girl is randomly studying for your finals while listening to old animation memes in your ear while you daydream about writing fanfics with your old creepypasta crushes.
IMPORTANT!!!
So sorry I've been taking a break from writing but I have started another project! It is a small fiction between a dragon and a demon! So my post will be about the two and about the small story from now! But I have some WIPS about Desmonda so don't worry but this blog will change from the whole 7ds franchise for a bit!
Ehhhe
you can only reblog this today
ugh I want to write a poorly bad 2000’s vampire romance novel
Broken doll trend with Desmonda!
I love this trend so much omgggggg
Sooon I mightvee gotten too instersted into DND, I want to make a character but I need tips! She is a jester, half-elf, and a sorcerer! Any types of tips would be amazing, much love and thanks!
Ugh, I want to spice up my Oc
I need a color for her
Any suggestions?
I need a gothic and elegant color..