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draronsamul

“W-what is it you want, exactly?”

dreamsofdrowning-blog

“Sleeping pills.”

The man says, words maudlin in tandem with watery blue eyes that seemed clouded by an unseen horror.

“.... Evenings have been restless for me lately.”

#//OH HI THERE. hope this is cool!#draronsamul #- v: the crawling chaos -

blackindiedude

#- daydreaming -

suohiisms

suohiisms:

PSA || RPING WITH MY CHARACTER

just because your character wouldn’t fit in with my character’s canon verse, doesn’t mean we can’t rp. au/crossover things are my life, you guys; i will be more than happy to either fit my character to yours’ canon verse or to make up an entirely different verse for both of them to interact in. it’s a great outlet for creativity and it’s just a lot of fun to throw two characters into a world they’ve never canonically been in.

basically, when i say i’m a multiverse blog, i mean it. just come talk to me, you wonderful people, and let’s make our loser muses live in a medieval world or be spies or live in space or something.

how about it?

create a new universe with me.

#//this.#- psa -#- ooc -

bold what applies to your muse: angst edition.

3) in a life-and-death situation, your muse would; save themselves first | risk their life for someone else | risk their life only for someone they care about

4) has your muse done any of the things mentioned in the third question (above) and regretted it? Yes | No

#headcanons

wnq-writers

I am an old soul without any of the wisdom, and with all of the bitter regret.

jackietran (via wordsnquotes)

#- musings -

Teagan: (on a date) So… how do you feel about mermaids?

Date: Well, they're just fairytales, aren't they?

Teagan: (stuffing breadsticks into his briefcase) I'm sorry but I have to leave right now-

#//ACCURATE #rapturessweetheart #- ooc -#- crack -

quotes-for-reference

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Charles Baudelaire (via quotes-for-reference)

#- musings -#- of teagan -

sunflowersandhappycolours-deact

#- daydreaming -#- the surface -

person: calm down

me: no i'm gonna keep complaining and be bitter about this, thanks

#- musings -

rosyofthevalley

I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.

Charles Baudelaire (via rosyofthevalley)

#- musings -

thegxtherer

♛ | Personality Disorder Test

dreamsofdrowning-blog

criminalroyalty:

Used this test here.

#headcanons

rapture-at-night:

The handshake is returned with equal enthusiasm as he smirks a bit more to the words. “I’m no stranger to forgetting things myself.” He pulls away to rest his hand over a knee now while remaining comfortably leaned back on the bench. He can’t help but frown a little at the description of this so-called relationship his company had been in. Not a pleasant one by the sounds of it. “Ah… One of those types. Bittersweet, I suppose?”

Ronny glances away to instead eye the greenery around them as his thoughts swim about. This was a pretty personal topic, but it did not seem as if Teagan minded sharing it with him. “That’s a shame that it was not a better companionship. Sometimes things just don’t work out how you expect them to. I’m well aware of that fact. I’ve been single for quite a while, but I was engaged.” He clears his throat without really noticing it himself and he leans an arm over the back of the bench. “She was murdered the day before we were to be married. Life is full of surprises.”

Their chat was certainly on the less than positive or happy path, but it was still nice just to talk. Strangers or not, he enjoyed the company. “I’m sure that you’ll find someone better and healthier for you.” He looks back over to him and offers a reassuring smile.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be quite the authentic experience without a bit of agony involved.” Teagan gives a light shrug of the shoulder, his tone in question laced with indifference. As pernicious as the thought was, it had proven itself true many times over throughout the young man’s life— and as this point, was anything but surprising.

“In hindsight, such departures happen for a reason.”

But what was to follow next, caused any warmth left in the young man’s expression to snuff out completely— condolence painted in the way his brow furrows, and in that moment he cannot help but feel overcome by guilt. Here he is, going on about some frivolous love-scorned fairy tale... and this man, who he hadn’t known for more than a couple of hours had experienced the repercussions of murder. To think of loss on such a level resonated within him— of something so treasured abruptly torn away by the workings of harsh reality. Teagan lowers his gaze, lightly placing a hand on his companion’s forearm.

“My deepest sympathies. I’m sure you must be heartbroken.” A wistful sigh escapes him as he draws away once again, blue eyes falling on the ground below to trace broad leaves of the creeping emerald foliage.

#//-shows up late with pizza-#ic #raptureatnight

toparadiise:

&&. would you please kindly reblog this if you don’t mind being sent questions for you/your muse ? and if you want to specify in the tags what kind of questions are your favorites ( to be answered by the writer or by the muse, for example ), that’d also be lovely ?

#- psa -#- ooc -#//anything really