- warrior of youth ;

Isabelia "Isa" Barron || 23 || Jack of all trades "Call me Isabel, or Isa. I'm not your average girl, I'm weird, quirky and all together just different. I love music, sweets and cars. Drop on by and maybe we can have a nice long conversation about somethin'." Ship list [indie multiverse oc, please read about, verses and disclaimer, mun and muse are of age so nsfw will happen. FC: Phoebe Tonkin, Verses page will be up later as I gain rpers in different fandoms and such ]

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This blog has been remade; muse has been restarted and changed a little - so let's rp. Please Follow Isa's new blog.

Isabelia "Isa" Barron || 23 || Jack of all trades [indie multiverse oc, please read about, verses...

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               “Well, could’ve heard wrong, but I was told this was the place to get a mean slice of pie.”

     It wasn’t often Dean found himself back in Lawrence — preferred to avoid it if anything — but he figured he could stop by and see a familiar face, for whatever it was worth.

     A teasing smile plays on the older Winchester’s lips as he leans against the counter, forest hues watching the girl woman with faint interest. 

               “Hey, Lia. It’s been a while.”

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A long moment of silence stretched between them as the girl fiddled with her ring a little more, merely staring at him before a slight smile broke across her lips.       "You heard right, I do make a pretty good pie."   Things did happen to be a tad awkward with the two, given their past. But for the most part - It'd been long since shrugged off and forgotten.              Not that Isa could really forget it. Given the eight year old son of theirs serving as a constant reminder - the good that came from that time in her life.      Glancing to the clock; she fidgeted a bit. It was only two hours before Zander would be home, and if Dean planned to stick around for a bit; some things would have to be brought into the light.    "Yeah.. It really has, Dean.."  Four years since they last saw each other, and eight years of keeping her son a secret -- until now when undoubtedly -- Shit would hit the fan.     "What kinda pie would you like? Apple? Cherry? Some other odd kind like you tried that one time in Illinois - What was it? Blueberry-pomegranate or some shit like that?"

[dolcexantichristo]

            “Feels good today, I think I’m gonna go for a swim..”

[dolcexantichristo]

Well i'm unusually bored.

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             "Something I can help you with?"

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            “Feels good today, I think I’m gonna go for a swim..”

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            "Feels good today, I think I'm gonna go for a swim.."

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Send These and I'll Tell You The Songs That Fit My Muse When...

☹ - Sad/Depressed.

☺ - Happy.

☠ - Angry/Frustrated.

ஜ - Horny/Flirting.

✜ - ill.

✔ - Their sex song.

✂ - Lonely.

➊ - Judging.

ⅹ- Excited.

☤ - Depending on their type, how they walk into a busy room, when everyone looks at them.

✿ -Friendly.

₪ -Love.

↑ -Waking up.

♋ -Accomplishment.

∞ - Failure.

☭ - Drunk.

☪ - Tired/Exhausted.

№ - Bitchy.

ⓑ- Bored.

[deformographie]

[caraphernatalia]

Vic Fuentes + purple (x/x/x/x/x/x)

[inboxideas]

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

[dolcexantichristo]

resolving our issues | stisabel

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     Even with the replies he’d sent, Stiles wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was satisfied with them.  Maybe he shouldn’t have replied at all; just deleted the messages as if he’d never seen them and and leave things where they were lying.  Except she’d taken that first step, stirred everything up and out of place.  He could literally feel the unease seeping in as he padded the device against his opposite palm, hues grazing around the hall to grab attention of anything else but the blank screen he was just awaiting to light up.  They caught on one of those cheap black and white clocks, and he actually took the time into consideration — seven till homeroom would begin.

     The two were broken up, anyways, so it shouldn’t have even made him question whether he really wanted to see her or whether he really wanted to avoid her.  Well, he thought they were broken up.  From his eyes, she’d practically vanished from the town without telling him where she may be going.  At first he was concerned for her safety, until he saw the notes posted about her parents’ diner that they’d be gone for some time; only then assuming she was with them.  She hadn’t even told him.  That sounds like a pretty clear break up to him.  Yet, still, the question had been eating at him for months — maybe that was why he hadn’t officially dropped the label.  Of course she’d pop up just when he was ready to.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  I guess.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  You have five minutes.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  I’m not cutting.

     With you, he meant to add.  But he’d backspaced it before sending, slipping the phone back into his jeans to resist the urge to send that in as well, anyways.  She didn’t deserve that kind of cruelty — no matter how much he wished he could lay it on her.  Once upon a time, she was actually pretty decent.  Really decent.  Just because she left him to think through every possible conclusion to why she hadn’t reached out to him all this time for whatever reason she planned to convince him with, didn’t mean that opinion of her had faltered.  Not just yet.  Reluctantly, he swerved his sneakers in the opposite direction he’d originally been headed, slipping around stray students and to the nearest staircase to make way to ground level, curiosity and worry striking him that she might actually show this time.

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Nervousness and excitement were warring inside her, stomach in tight knots - throat blocked and breathing hard to come by. She felt horrible for the way she'd disappeared without a trace and she knew she had to explain herself or she'd lose him completely. And that was harder than the months she'd been away from him already. Because now she was back and she'd have to attend school with him - she'd have to see him daily; she'd have to watch him when he decided to move on if he hadn't already.. That thought hurt more than anything.

[ Text: Stiles ] Thank you.

[ unsent text: Stiles ] I missed you, I'm so sorry I screwed up.

[ Text: Stiles ] I.. I'll try my best to explain everything quickly..

She really had screwed everything up - hadn't she? Now he wasn't even willing to stay more than five minutes with her so she could explain and try to fix everything between them and hopefully get him back. Though the chances of that were slim and she knew that. Still didn't keep her from running over to where they were going to meet, and once she was there - she took deep breaths to try and steady herself, and rid herself up the way her hands shook. And she sat; on the little bench beneath the tree, looking down and her iPod and clicking to change the song every five seconds restlessly; green eyes firmly focused on it so she could remain calm and normal. Though she glanced up every now and then to look for him; chewing the inside of her bottom lip until it nearly broke and bled - she swallowed, against the metallic taste. Part of her figured he wasn't going to show up, the same part didn't want him to, didn't want to face the fact she had to explain everything to him and face him still possibly hating her. The other part wanted, yearned so badly to see him once more, wanted to beg for his forgiveness and understanding about her disappearance and she didn't realize how strong that side was until she looked up to see him approaching; and she nearly fell face first off of the bench.                        "Stiles.."  He couldn't hear her, mostly because she just wanted to say his name again, and when she stood up and flicked her hood back, pushing her bangs away from her face; she crossed her arms; shutting off her iPod after a second and pulling the headphones out. She bit at her lip and walked over; to meet him halfway. As much as she wanted to run and hug him, she knew she couldn't - she feared that she'd be pushed away and she honestly didn't want to face that.

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I have the reply tabbed and I'll probably reply later though because I have to go eat and get ready for bed >< this thread was not supposed to be so painful. -weep-

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you ran into an issue huh

[dolcexantichristo]

yES. oh my god two replies in and i'm dkljkjkkjkdkjfdk

[dolcexantichristo]

this thread has made me stop, stare, reevaluate my life and go 'well that didn't go according to plan'

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resolving our issues | stisabel

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     Stiles couldn’t recall the last time he was actually late to his homeroom — not since one of his larger distractions had been revoked.  Aka little miss Isabel.  But she was the last thing on his mind right then as he struggled to stuff one too many crinkling papers into his locker; avoiding the disapproving glances of what he assumed were cleaned freaks and kept on with the disorganization.  Usually he would have taken the time to make sure they were in order, but when your bag suddenly decides to freakin’ break in the middle of a school hallway, you kind of don’t care too much about papers looking pretty.

     The brunette slammed the locker close with a sigh, lucky that none of the pieces flew out with action — and that’s when he felt it, the irritant buzzing in one of his jean pockets.  He didn’t consider who it could be, and frankly his mind wasn’t in the place for it, but the moment he strew it into his grasp he almost found himself squinting at the contact name that popped up along with the incoming messages; unsure of whether he was misreading it, or Isa had actually reached out to him — finally.  Sure, she hadn’t let him know that she was nonchalantly falling off the face of the earth, but he was used to her not being around by now.  He was used to not expecting a conversation with her.  And he was actually uncomfortable that one was coming into play, now.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  What, no celebratory ‘welcome back to the planet’ party?

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  Hi.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  Or, you could just explain after class.

     On one hand, Stiles didn’t want to chance it — his excuse would be that he had some low grade he didn’t want to tamper with, but really, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to see her again.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to.  Something inside him churned lightly at the idea, and he found himself leaning a shoulder into his locker before sending another message for clarification.

[ text: Stranger Danger ]:  Meet me somewhere on campus?

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Her chest was still tight as she leaned against the railing of the stairs, bringing the cord from her headphones up to chew on it out of a horrible habit - her hands shaking even as she clutched them both around her phone. iPod playing some rock 'n roll loudly in her ears and she didn't care who or what it was - because her phone buzzed at the time the song blasted through her headphones.    And she visibly flinched at the first texts - Ready to type back a depressed 'alright' and head on into class; truth be told she didn't want to risk heading inside and seeing him somewhere making out with some trophy blonde or that red head he was always oogling ; Isa didn't even know her name and she didn't care.

[ Text to: Stiles ] I could, but I wanna explain it now..

She wanted it over and done with, in the past so if things were ruined between them that she could make herself move on; that she could try to forget and go on being a typical teen - blaming her parents for everything wrong in her life and biding her time until she could leave and travel and forget him. Because it'd be the hardest thing she'd ever have to do. Her heart felt like it broke just with the thought.

[ Text to: Stiles ] Is by the gym, alright?

[ Text to: Stiles ] No one'll be there.

[ Text to: Stiles ] So we can't get in trouble for cutting.

Truthfully, she just wanted to be alone with him - she wanted to have whatever went down between them - go down where it wouldn't and couldn't be turned into the talk of the school. Standing up from her seat, she took a few deep breaths; stomach in knots and her heart tight in her chest. Adjusting the t-shirt and sweater she wore with her jeans ; and the hoodie she wore over that. Zipping it ; because the sweater was the one she'd worn home after the first time they skipped; she'd never gotten to give it back and she wasn't sure she wanted him to see that.  Not until she knew he hadn't found someone else - because it'd look pathetic that she still wore his sweatshirt when nothing was between them anymore. Though - she knew he couldn't be cruel if he wanted to; it still frightened her to death.  Tapping the toe of her boot against the ground - she waited for his reply, bouncing in place nervously and still chewing the wire of her headphones.

[youngwildfreakx]

high school never ends

Six friends decided to reminisce the ultimate road trip they went to before high school graduation four years ago. Muse A and Muse B were always the IT couple but college drifted them apart, leaving Muse B heartbroken after Muse A decided to leave the state to attend a different college. Muse C and Muse D were the cat and dog of the group, they always bicker about the smallest thing, but during that ultimate road trip, Muse C shared to Muse D every secret he had never told anyone but then again, the day after that night, they acted like nothing ever happened although they can’t deny that there was connection between them. Muse E and Muse F are best friends, they went to high school and college together, shared clothes and all, are they admit that they’re in love with each other? Even if they’re the same sex?

Now that everyone thought they had moved on from old flames, would those love resurface? Are they ready to tell the world that they love each other? Or would doubt, confusion and scared of rejection take over?