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[offreya]

@beauiissms

[beauiissms-blog]

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.

ASK MEMES ;; SASS EDITION

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.

               ❛ sorry --- but who are YOU to tell me what to do ? ❜

[beauiissms-blog]

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.

ASK MEMES ;; SASS EDITION

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.

               ❛ JEEZ --- pipe down, ariel. i was just tryna say that your hair is the WRONG shade of red. ❜

[beauiissms-blog]

' Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy. '

ASK MEMES ;; SASS EDITION

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.

               ❛ nah, dude. anything that gets you HIGH is that proof. do you want some ? i have some in my bag. ❜

[beauiissms-blog]

♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

USELESS DETAILS ASK MEME

♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad?

already answered.

♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body?

beau’s physically pretty average. although he has to keep up a healthy lifestyle for the sake of his wolf, he can be seen as having a narrow build. mostly bc he’s so hooked up on dr*gs his wolf can’t fight it out of his system.

♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

he doesn’t have any yet, however he does plan on getting one done to symbolise toby, & also a memorial tattoo to remember his parents by.

[thorodinson]

[beauiissms-blog]

pandora.

     & with each word she could see the DOUBTS and fear flourishing upon his flesh, the guilt aggravated within his bones & the crimson that coated his bruised knuckles and pale hands. it was a GIFT & a curse, this empathy that floods her chest like a bottomless river, it would ENGULF you whole, devour mortals like a hungry snake. ❝ people don’t SACRIFICE their happiness because they’re selfish… they do it because they don’t think they deserve it. ❞ it sounds like EXPERIENCE, from the low & wavering pitch her voice drops to, curly lashes stopped their fluttering to embrace darkness; the memories rush through each corner of her MIND like a blizzard. ❝ my sister… you remind me A LOT of her. she died… on the way to pick up my birthday cake… and for a long time i couldn’t forgive myself. it doesn’t make sense, does it? we PUNISH ourselves, sacrifice our own happiness, for things that were beyond of our control… ❞ nimble digits grasp at the back of his hand, there’s a WARMTH seeps through her being, it was like a mermaid’s kiss that makes almost dying worth it, a burst of sunlight on your cheek & in an act of compassion, the wind sends a gentle breeze to mend broken hearts, ruffling through raven locks her doe eyes lift to meet him. ❝ i’m so sorry for what you’ve been through… and i know it HURTS, i do. —but it wasn’t your fault… and you need to allow yourself to be happy. you need to FORGIVE yourself…. because only then she’ll be able to forgive you too. ❞ not to say it would be EASY, but the good things in life, rarely ever were. & she would remain, there, so WILLING to guide each clumsy step into heaven’s gates. ❝ no mistake is big enough that it can’t be forgiven. it just takes takes a little effort… because you can do so much more GOOD than harm… show that to her. show it to yourself. ❞ now, plump lips finally allow a smile to bloom, it was a faint ember of hope, but it’s capable of KEEPING you warm through even the harshest of winters. ❝ and if you need a FRIEND, it’s pretty to find me. you don’t have go through everything alone. ❞

               conflict had RISEN in his stomach, a battling demon that was fighting, forcing him to do one thing but then TELLING him to do another. he could not think one thing, but a MILLION things. all the mistakes he had made & the mistakes he would indefinitely make in the future. he was a ticking TIME-BOMB, ready to explode at any minute. who would be the damage there after ? ❛ it’s funny. i used to believe that i DESERVE happiness, but looking at me now ... i can see that i never should’ve earned to right to it in the first place. ❜ sacrifice. a word which meant NOTHING to him until he had sacrificed his marriage. it was a daunting word --- it dared him to use it without even a SPLIT second thought. it was why regret could not be FORGOTTEN, only slowly being brought forth by the PAIN the memories brought him. ❛ i’m SO SORRY, pandora. never had a sister ... or any siblings. in a way, ROMAN is my brother. & so were the pack ... but you HAVE to understand that your sisters death was not your fault --- what i did was on my own back. ❜ his own words MOCKED him, as if he could never take them back. hands were WARM on his already heated skin, his wolf tipping it’s NOSE towards the light. as if the moon had come out FULL & was, in it’s own right, pulling it forward.  ❛ forgiveness ... she WON’T, that’s the difference between me & you, pandora. if you make a mistake people will forgive you because you are a good person with GOOD INTENTIONS. when i make mistakes, people push me away. they don’t CARE about whatever guilt i’m feeling, but people care about YOU. trust me, the world would be a better place without me. ❜ the same words kept RUNNING through his head, tormenting him --- oh, those bullies for words. they TEMPTED him. ❛ no ? but some mistakes are enough to turn people away from you FOREVER. no matter what you do, they keep pushing you away. because you HURT them & they will never get over the pain. ❜ her smile made one STRETCH across his own lips, although reaching his eyes was a bit of a feat. it was merely a gesture to show that he APPRECIATED her kindness, her softness. the fact that she deemed him WORTHY of forgiveness. ❛ thank you, pandora. that means A LOT to me. ❜

[beauiissms-blog]

nicklas.

Nick was starting to wonder if he should leave or not. He was sure a member of staff would chase him away eventually. Although he would feel bad about leaving him here all on his own.

“Not sure. A few hours I would say. You did quite the number on yourself.”

                beau bit his lip, trying to figure out WHAT exactly was going on _& _how he was going to fix it. he was withering --- WAITING to explode & destroy everything

                        ❛ wait --- how am i ALIVE ? ❜

[beauiissms-blog]

                ❛ you’ve been STARING at me like i’m gonna disappear. i’m still ALIVE, rome, you’re not a widow yet. ❜

(( @lcstwclf ))

[beauiissms-blog]

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? // ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad?

USELESS DETAILS ASK MEME

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?

he has a few select scars, however they’re only barely visible & line his chest. they are mostly from transitioning into a wolf, where he’s accidentally scratched himself & torn through skin so much that they weren’t able to heal. overall, though, if you’re not looking for them it would seem that his body is pretty clear.

♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad?

usually, whenever beau is experiencing any negative emotions the veins in his hands will tend to pop up due to the fact that he clenches his fists a lot. he isn’t a very violent person, however when pushed to the point where these emotions are too much to handle, these veins will show.

[toomuchtelly]

Ask Memes ;; Sass Edition

[there-is-blood-on-my-hands]

You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.

Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a prostitute for a hug.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.

You know, it only takes four muscles to just extend your arm and bitchslap the twat.

Congratulations on being an awful bitch who’s completely oblivious to the fact that everyone hates you.

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse.

I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times already.

I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you.

I thought I saw your face on my newsfeed but it turns out it was just a picture of a potato.

You want to walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it open for you.

I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.

I’m only single because I’m too sassy for everyone.

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.

I think, therefore I’m single.

Life’s too short to bullshit.

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

When in doubt, freak ‘em out.

I’d rather die my way than live yours.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.

If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.

[ericbrandonrp]

Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

[offreya]

           parted lips released a small sigh. near strangled by the sob caught in her throat. she HATED seeing him like this. she should of known. she should of been beside him, she should of been able to help. but she wasn’t. and here he lay, weaker than she’d even seen him and that churned her stomach more that anything right now. she was SCARED. scared that she was about to lose him. she couldn’t lose him. she wouldn’t. 

                     “ — stop.” 

          she whispered, her hand catching his before it could reach her face, not stopping him, but simply latching their fingers together like she has so many times before. like they were freya & beau once more, like they were together, she didn’t want him to hurt any longer she needed him to be okay. his skin was clamy and cool against hers, perhaps she was just warm, who knew but this wasn’t her beau, he was sick and she couldn’t fix him this time. it wasn’t simple.

                    “do not apologise beau. please, don’t.”

          her free hand moved, brushing against the skin of his jaw, her breathing ragged as she watched him. she couldn’t HANDLE his apologies, she just wanted to know why, why he felt the need to do what he did. was it her fault ? was she the cause of this ? maybe. maybe not, but even if she wasn’t she still felt the guilt that tried to strangle her because she chose to walk away. thinking he would be HAPPIER, but she was wrong. wasn’t she ?

                                           “WHY ?”

[beauiissms-blog]

               he HATED to see what this was doing to her. why was it doing anything to her in the first place ? he might as well of been a FLAME ---igniting everything that he touched. but that wasn’t it, was it ? he also burned, but except now it felt like he was scorching. scorching under the bright light of the hospital room, SCORCHING under the memory of his parents’ smiles, their laughs. scorching under her touch.

                       ❛ I NEED TO --- i should. ❜

               & he was. time could pass, years could go by & lifetimes could be lived. but NONE OF THAT would ever change the fact that he was sorry. more than sorry. his hand squeezed hers, & there was a twinge of hope in his stomach that PERHAPS, sometime in some place, they could be what they were. when he was hers & she was his --- when touches like THIS were not missed, given without thought. he just wanted to go back. if only he told her why --- if only he KNEW. would things have been easier ?

                   ❛ my parents, they’re ...                                    ... they’re dead. ❜

               & like that, his body shook with a WHIMPER that awoke his wolf, whining, pining, begging to return to them. they weren’t just his parents but also his pack. those who he TRUSTED & belonged with, nurtured when they were wounded & loved when they had needed loving. all of those NIGHTS in front of the television --- a wholesome family unit. conversations over dinner table. the day that he’d brought freya home. memories so VIVID he found it hard to breathe.

                       ❛ i --- when things got bad, it was because they disappeared. i didn’t want to TELL you because you were so stressed with toby, and-and i wasn’t THERE as much as i could’ve been. & it just made things worse. & i’m --- fuck, i’m so SORRY, freya. you can’t even begin to understand how sorry i am. i was such a shitty husband & you deserved so much better. SO MUCH BETTER. apparently i’m a shitty son too because i didn’t realise my mom & dad are dead. THEY’RE DEAD. ❜

[offreya]

           they had made MISTAKES, it was what they were good at, but their greatest mistake the one that wasn’t anything but perfect was toby. they had their ups and they were great, they had their downs and they were m a d n e s s , but that was a relationship after all, was it not ? but the one thing that NEVER changed with beau was toby. he cared. no matter what he felt for her, or what he did to her, toby was his boy. for good, he loved him it was obvious to her at least. “ — he’s doing really well.” she murmured, dainty pale skinned fingers reaching for a glass from the cupboard above the kettle, filling it with water from the tap before moving back to his side. “please.” was all she said. “we made a deal, he does decently in his class work, he can go to soccer training.” she continued with a smile. “if you sober up you can come with me to pick him up ?” she offered almost meekly, turning back to the small kitchen area, chewing on her lip as she shifted through her draws for a lid that would fit the near consumed bottle of liquor she’d taken from him. it became a habit to keep bottle lids around beau, something she had yet to shake. 

[beauiissms-blog]

               he always thought that the PAST would stay there, but with her the past just wouldn’t LEAVE. it kept coming forward, reminding, reaching --- reaching for something that might not exist any longer, but something he HOPED to exist. hoping that she still loved him, would forgive him, but it seemed like the only thing that tied him to her was that small human that he was SO PROUD to call his own. not only him, but his wolf. it had claimed his son & would fiercely protect him against any DANGERS. after all, he was his pack. ❛ that’s good. ❜ head tipped to one side as a silly grin was plastered on his lips, half because of the alcohol running through his system & HALF because of her statement. ❛ how does-does that work out for you ? ❜ once again, guilt had found it’s way through his EMOTIONS & made itself known. he should’ve been there. ❛ yeah ... that sounds nice. ❜ he frowned when the bottle was taken from his hands, but ended up crossing his arms & letting his forehead REST there. ❛ you must hate me, ❜ he mumbled, slowly lifting his head as he moistened his lips.

[stargczcr]

In this moment Nicklas was quite thankful almost nothing could put him in a state like this. A mortal’s body is such a fragile thing, it was certainly one thing he would never miss.

“Should I call a nurse?”

[beauiissms-blog]

               NO. for some reason, a nurse was the last thing he wanted. nurses required questions & he was not fond of ANSWERING them, especially in this state.

                       ❛ no, just --- how long was i asleep ? ❜

[evanparkcrr]

evan was still thinking of leaving the room as he had no business here, but the guy seemed a little confused and he just felt a little bad if he’d just ditch him as he only seemed to want a few answers. “i seriously thought you’d ask me if you were in heaven.” the boy chuckled softly, always tending to make stupid jokes whenever he was in some awkward situation. “but yeah, you’re in the hospital. you don’t really remember anything?” raising his brow, it did made an alarm go off in his head, knowing about all the supernatural creatures in this town, and maybe this guy had fallen victim to one of them. it wouldn’t be the first time that evan came across a confused person that might’ve been compelled or something.

[beauiissms-blog]

               his thoughts were ECHOING --- constantly repeated the words you’re parents are dead. your parents are dead. D E A D. died would’ve been easier, it means the past & the past he could move forward from, but dead meant now. as if it would never get any better, he would never forget the pain & it would never be diluted. ❛ i mean --- i REMEMBER passing out, & what the police said, but ... ❜ he bit his lip. he was speaking to a stranger, after all. was he really that affected that he just handed his trust to just ANYONE ? ❛ dude --- who are you ? have you seen my best friend ? what about my wi--- is freya around her ? ❜

[losthunt-deactivated20190905]

      eyes glance over the information on the chart for a brief moment,  committing it to memory before hanging it back onto the end of the bed and moving to stand beside the bed.  “you are in the hospital,  yes,”  she nodded.  “my name is dr. fields.  do you remember what happened?”  the questions were standard,  not necessarily meant to be cautious of feelings,  but to check for any possible neurological issues that may not have already arisen.

[beauiissms-blog]

               he COULD remember, however much he didn’t want to. the pain --- heartfelt kind of pain --- was like a rotten wave. captivating & all consuming, dark & with no compassion. it flowed & DESTROYED all that was good & all that he cared about. nothing would be the same ever again. ❛ the police ... they said --- they said my parents are dead, so i --- ❜ he glanced down at his arm, eyes furrowing in CONFUSION as he saw the needles --- though they weren’t any of HIS. ❛ am i gonna die ? ❜