* / LET'S GO !

RULES AND BIO

[softglimmered]

;; so I’m not sure where all you 13RW writers are, but I’ve made a Discord server  (linked right there) in hopes we can find each other and more writing partners! if you have either a 13RW muse or a muse with a verse, feel free to join! this also goes for multimuse writers. also, if you know anyone who writes for 13RW as well, feel free to pass them an invite.

there’s also a masterlist run by @bakedcookies / @acholas if you’re looking for more writing partners!

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I am more active on discord as life has been going from bad to like.. worst, if anybody wants it please let me know

[cyrus-the-punk]

Look me in the eyes and tell me he's not perfect. Do it. I dare you.

[anarchied]

I’m active / kinda! Been a rough few days now

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Y’all should follow @acholas /:

[girlsuggestion]

Big sweaters and lacy lingerie underneath

[anarchied]

ermmm, can we not whitewash tho

[anarchied]

“this whole school is a fucking 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆.”

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bakedcookies·

every touch is a new sensation, every second exciting and new. his hands are so soft, and you’re so caught up in it all that they’re all he can think about. you’re surprised when he pulls away, but it’s not until he does that you realise you need to take a breath. there’s only a second when lips are apart, but a breath is taken before mouths are connecting again, somehow even more intense than before.

and then he’s moving, and before you know it he’s on top of you, the slightest moan escaping as he straddles your lap. hands start at his hips, but it’s only a matter of seconds before they’re moving upwards. arms stretch over his shoulders, hands meeting at the back of his head, fingers sliding through his hair. everything’s intense, going off of nothing but instinct, every move based on a feeling rather than a thought. all just trying to get closer to him.

keeping their lips connected while he nibbled slightly on his bottom lip, he let out a slight groan curling his fingers into his skin. every part of him wanted to just be close, to touch every part of charlie before he even had any idea of pulling away. again his lungs begged for more air so he pulled away huffing pressing his forehead against charlie’s forehead. his eyes having darkened in color from the usual soft chocolate to a darker tone that matched black coffee. “..fuck..” he whispers under his breath. reaching up to swipe Charlie’s bottom lip with his thumb to clear away the saliva. a smirk slowly forming onto his lips. 

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cyrus was a victim to bullying throughout school, it wasn’t until the loss of his mother is when he began to get into more trouble. it started out little, ditching class, and ditching school entirely, before he began fights with students and lashing out at whoever tried to bully him mainly. he bottles up his emotions, and explodes. he didn’t want to be the burden in the household. so much had already gone on, so that is why he expresses himself in..fighting, rebelling, and going to mosh pits to let out the anger that he shoves down into the back of his head. 

cyrus does not just open up to ANYBODY and especially about his mother. right now, the only people he’s really told is ( charlie  @ bakedcookies ) and tyler. but that’s it. 

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softglimmered·:

💉 Maybe unsurprisingly, he’d gotten an initially confused expression. Not odd at all, considering the limited number of people Justin let himself associate with these days. Not that that was Cyrus’ fault - if anything Justin should have probably been more friendly. They may not have been in the same circle of friends, but they… also kind of were.

“Yeah, sorry, I… well, I got a bit worried after that protest… riot… thing. Heard some people got arrested and Tyler said he couldn’t find you. Guess you didn’t answer his texts either.” Saying he was also personally concerned felt more awkward than it perhaps should have, but that only stemmed from their lack of general companionship. Cyrus had been good to Clay, and considering how rocky things had been surrounding Clay in recent days, that said a lot if nothing else about Cyrus’ character. “So you’re, like, okay I guess? Did all your friends get out of that okay?”

“I..got away.” well, he sorta did. he did get handcuffed but that didn’t stop the punk from running away after kicking away the police officer and running off. he easily knew how to get out of handcuffs, he stared at the other for a moment. inhaling looking away shrugging his shoulders. “we..are all okay, maybe a few small cuts or bruised ribs.” he laughed looking back to Justin. “but everything’s fine..erm..how about you?” he raised his eyebrows slightly. 

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[rpmusings-galore]

                                          &&  i found myself  c r a v i n g  touch 

                                                        a c h i n g  to be held

                                                         if only for a moment

[rpsourcedmemes]

Ask my muse questions they don't want to answer, make them squirm!

It can be anything from their past, a thread or an au.

[anarchied]

so i’m rewatching scenes from season two and justin ‘i went right up to that little punk kid cyrus, i was sure he was the one who called, i grabbed him and started going off’ 

justin that is how you get yeeted to pluto. 

Edit: I meant season three oops

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@bakedcookies​ said: “ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. ”

sitting on the table, letting his legs dangle off the edge staring at the other for a good moment. inhaling turning his head to stare out of the window instead folding his hands into his lap. it was a hard discussion, he didn’t like to have deep discussions. he wasn’t the emotional type, and he didn’t wanna dive into it. chewing on his bottom lip closing his eyes. “okay.” he glanced over at him shrugging his shoulders. “i’ll try to talk more, and punch less. okay?”