HERALDING DEATH. @corpseradar - Tumblr Blog

im back

mental health has been sucking for a good week now so ive been immersing myself in video games so i probably wont be that active here for the next few days or a week so if u need me or still wanna plot im ali-gator#3625 on discord

corpseradar

sorry i havent been on :( needless to say my mental health isnt rly improving and is rather doing the opposite so im gonna probably be off for more than a week. im aware i have replies / starters to get to but it’s hard for me to put my 100% into writing when i’m in a bad state of mind at the moment — i’ll be back when i’m fully ready so consider this a hiatus for now

#out of corpses | ooc.

mental health has been sucking for a good week now so ive been immersing myself in video games so i probably wont be that active here for the next few days or a week so if u need me or still wanna plot im ali-gator#3625 on discord

#mobile #out of corpses | ooc.

achills-deactivated20160908

#they fell for her beauty then ran from her brain | musings.

nagiarashi-archive

psa;; If a roleplayer, for whatever reason, has decided not to roleplay with you, do not try to guilt them about it. Don’t say anything like ‘it was so hard for me to build up courage to ask you’ or ‘I wish you weren’t so selective’ or ‘it’s hard for me to gain rp partners because no one wants to roleplay with me’. This is emotionally manipulative behaviour, and it is wrong. Be graceful about it: say, “thank you for your time.” If you want to unfollow after they’ve said no to roleplaying with you, feel free, but do not try to cajole them or pressure them into roleplay with you after they’ve said no.

#out of corpses | ooc.#yeah

lyric starters.

lorde / royals

❝ and everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this. ❞

@nowails

#nowails #do what u will w this hehe :}#verse tbt.#good things come to those who wait | queue.

perserphonee

I like wearing your clothes. They smell like you and your scent is home to me.

#they fell for her beauty then ran from her brain | musings.

chaosblossomed.

Lydia’s vacant elucidation, however serene, seemed to carry an air of unveiled foreboding ———– a gossamer thrill of unmitigated dread that, despite Cheryl’s best efforts to swallow back her mounting unease, lured a cold, tremulous chill up the curve of her spine.

“ What exactly are they saying to you? ” she whispered, in swift riposte; An urgent susurration, far softer than the drum-beat of her pulse reverberating in the aching hollow of her temples. “ And for why? ”

squeezing her eyes shut in order to hone in on what the voices were whispering was futile. more than one had made a home in her head, their words barely perceptible as they were mixed in with numerous others. screaming wasn’t an option either, not when they weren’t where they were supposed to be.

❝ i don’t know, ❞ she confesses. it’s a reply she despises, an acknowledgement that lydia is obviously lacking in the banshee department. ❝ the only words i can filter out are six and soon — that could mean anything. ❞

#chaosblossomed #pretty girls don’t know the things that i know | main verse.#good things come to those who wait | queue.

lyric starters.

fall out boy / the kids aren’t alright

❝ all those people in those old photographs i've seen are dead. ❞

@scarfwere

#scarfwere #hello!! :D #pretty girls don’t know the things that i know | main verse.#good things come to those who wait | queue.

nowails-a-deactivated20210129

well , you’re just USELESS then , aren’t you ? ? ? ( sel . & priv . banshee oc )

#promo.#follow!!!

letscount.

it’s indicative of successful deception , the perception of his disinterest in literature — when it is , in reality , quite the opposite . knowledge for the sake of knowledge , and nothing else , is second nature to ethan . some might consider it an advantage to know more than all those surrounding them , under the guise of detachment .

‘ homoeroticism . ’

the raise of brow and perk of lip corners gives admission to his entertainment . now a full smile is present . digits reach and pluck the book with inhuman reflex , thumb dragging along the worn spine .

‘ well now i have to read it , right ? ’

lydia is a walking sparknotes, bestowing ethan with literary knowledge he hadn’t asked for in the first place. ❝ i’m sure the main character will remind you of someone we both know. ❞

an expression of subtle triumph crosses her face when he snatches the book out of her hands. jennifer blake’s introduction to the heart of darkness had piqued lydia’s interest in exploring more of classic literature. just in case another big bad decided to come along and quiz them in the future. ❝ it’s long overdue, if you ask me — but that shouldn’t stop you. ❞

#letscount #pretty girls don’t know the things that i know | main verse.#good things come to those who wait | queue.#it's okay! take ur time im in no rush

criedwxlf.

“it’s a conspiracy,” stiles huffs out dramatically, eyes wide as he looks at her. he’s been reading something on his laptop for the last two hours, spiraling through every and any page he could get his hands on. it’s not unusual, especially when he’s been awake as long as he had, caffeine mixing horribly with his adhd medication. “seriously, lyds. a conspiracy.”

stiles’ eyes are almost bulging out of his sockets, the dark circles beneath them difficult to disregard. it’s what first seizes her attention when stepping into his room. his weary expression wasn’t one she particularly enjoyed to see, especially after their junior year.

though shortly bewildered by his sudden outburst, she leisurely kicks off her heels and strolls to his bed, offering him a cup of coffee albeit his already lively countenance. she takes a sip from hers, eyeing the lipstick stain sticking to her drink. it was too early for this, yet she plays along. ❝ care to elaborate further on what this conspiracy actually is? ❞

#criedwxlf #pretty girls don’t know the things that i know | main verse.#good things come to those who wait | queue.#this is good tysm!!#i love their relationship so much

girlcoyoted.

a loud snap echoes through the library, malia stares that the pen that now resides in several pieces in her hand. not that she has any attachment to the pen, her concern now lays in the fact her claws are out on display for anyone to see. brow knitting together, she tries to retract them. nothing. malia shifts her eyes up toward lydia now, and clears her throat slightly. “uh, lydia — we might have a little problem here.”

her sheer focus clearly translates onto her organized notes, each term carefully written and each important fact bullet-pointed. except when a loud click reverberates through the library, all of her attention disperses. the starting line of her letter L drags down further than intended, her train of thought coming to a full halt.

lydia’s head shoots up, green eyes shifting from her paper to malia’s claws. like a knee-jerk reaction, she swiftly moves to throw her hands over ( as though such petite hands can mask protruding claws ) to cup malia’s, a forced smile replacing what was first fear on lydia’s face. ❝ let’s go elsewhere — preferably somewhere that has less of a tendency to echo, ❞ stealing another look at her claws, her face lights up as though a lightbulb had suddenly popped up above her head. ❝ do werewolf nails reject nail polish once they’ve been retracted? ❞