liz holmes

indie fandomless oc || a bitplaycrs production

[johnnyssilverhand]

Hozier sentence meme

❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜

[ofthieveryandaddictions]

Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[unrelentinghunter-blog]

To Be Used

[easilyfcrgctten]

[ ? ? ? ]

Seemed that his first impression was right, the way that color flooded her cheeks. It was rare that he came across women that liked it the way that he wanted to give it but not a single one of them would be able to handle him fully. He still had to withhold some. Unless he was planning to off the woman, which right now he wasn’t. As the other male retreated back to the barroom, Victor could feel himself relax a little more. There was no threat to his current claim. He could focus on her alone right now and blow off some steam.

As she wiggled and moved, he realized she was working on removing fabric from her body. A large hand trailed her torso, dropping from her hip to pull up her skirt. “That’s a better attitude to have.” His hand didn’t ease any pressure on her throat, seeing the way that she was enjoying it. “Knew you were liking the rough treatment.” A finger moved along her folds, feeling the wetness gathered.

She tensed as his hand moved along her body, a muffled gasp escaping her as he tugged her skirt up, and again when his fingers moved along her, flushing darker when she realized how damn wet she already was- she was fucking weak, was what it was, should have had more fight in her, shouldn’t have been just begging him more.

But she couldn’t help herself, the small gasp becoming a faint whine, and if it wasn’t for those claws of his, she would have been begging to have his fingers buried in her. But even as her mind cautioned against encouraging it, her hips rolled towards him, head tipping back a bit, pressing her throat a bit more into his touch. “Yeah, I do. Y’don’t got a problem with that, though...do ya?”

[unrelentinghunter-blog]

To Be Used

[easilyfcrgctten]

[ ? ? ? ]

Interesting, she was lying to the man when she could have caused more trouble like she promised. He wasn’t sure if it was the hand around her neck or something else. The whimper that had come from her was different from terrified and Victor against his better judgment found himself intrigued. Maybe she wouldn’t be such a bad quick fuck after all. That had him remaining glued ro here, not going after the man that was threatening so close. He would let the young man live if he walked away. Which at the moment he didn’t seem keen on doing.

“Now you’re willing?” He chuckled a bit, low and dangerous sounding. “Mhm, lucky for you I would rather have your cunt than your throat. More in the mood for a fuck than tearing you to shreds. And I think you actually are gonna like it like a whore aren’t you? Can smell the hint of arousal when I grabbed your throat. Let’s see if you’re worth the money I’ll toss your way.” He glanced back towards the other finally.

“Gonna stand there and watch boy?” The challenge was clear and if he didn’t want to leave Victor had no problem making him.

Her chest heaved slightly as he growled, not wanting to admit that even the fear she still very much felt itself was likely to get her going. The prick of his claws against the delicate skin of her throat was making her breath hitch, a flush starting to spread across her cheeks, and she was flustered, frustrated that she couldn’t hide it- worse that he could apparently smell desire. How was that fucking fair? How was a girl supposed to keep secrets if guys started being able to smell lust?

“Barty, get inside. Promise everythin is alright, sugar!” Again, her eyes didn’t leave the mutant as she called out to the other man, and as she saw him reluctantly head inside out of the corner of her eye, she managed to start wiggling her panties down, from under her skirt- it seemed safer than leaving them for him to tear off of her, as much as she would probably have liked it.

“Y’can have whatever y’want, anythin at all. I can be real accomidatin, ya’ll see.” Letting the skimpy fabric drop past where her fingers could reach, she kicked the scrap up with one foot, intending to catch it and tuck it in her pocket.

[revelationsrph]

REBLOG IF YOU ARE AN INDIE SOA RP BLOG, POR FAVOR.

That’s right, I’m rebooting the masterlist. You can be canon, OC, crossover, multi-muse, etc. Just got a verse? You are more than welcome here.

[easilyfcrgctten]

[ blondie mcMC ]

  Jax was putting in time in the garage today, well as much as he ever did. He tended to do the work when Clay was looking, have a beer or smoke a joint when he wasn’t looking. But, he did know his way around cars, even if bikes were more his thing. He was trying to figure out why a volvo’s engine was knocking when he saw the hot blonde get out of her car. He always noticed the hot blondes.  Going over to her with his usual Jax Teller strut, he couldn’t help but smirk in her direction.  “Um hey. Well that’s not really that informative, but let’s see what we’re looking at. He wiped his hand on his work shirt and he nodded. “Start ‘er up darlin. Show me what we’re working with, other than those sounds you described so well.”

          “ Ya got it, but I’m tellin ya, I’m good at noises. That’s the noise it’s makin. I mean...I ain’t Gerald McBoingBoing or nothin, but...” Her voice trailed off as she settled back into the car, turning the key in the ignition, which was more or less all she knew how to do with the thing, and winced as something in the engine area made a noise more or less exactly as she had described, only worse, because it was metal on metal. Leaning out of the car, having left the window open, she raised her voice to be heard. “Toldja, blondie. Just don’t tell me the whole thing’s broke, cause I ain’t got time, or money for that.”

[unrelentinghunter-blog]

To Be Used

[easilyfcrgctten]

[ ? ? ? ]

Fear was never, ever a scent that he would tire of. It poured off of the woman now that she was coming to the realization that she wasn’t in the position that she thought that she was, that he was right about the fact that no one would miss her. There was a reason that he often chose the women that he did. Not that he had a problem with picking and choosing but the ease of it made his life a little less complicated. The more he remained off the radar of the non mutants, the less he remained on the thoughts of those that wished to have his hide. Self preservation more for the sake of the groups that hunted him rather than the rather pathetically equipped police squad that he would face here.

Hand left her mouth to move to her throat. She seemed a little more amicable now. “Now, you still wanna make some money?” Before she could speak though, the sounds of footsteps approached and a man’s voice calling out what he presumed to her name. God damn it. Why couldn’t he get one damn moment that wasn’t interrupted by another? A growl left his throat as he glanced in the direction of the other man. The gun held, currently facing the ground did little to unnerve Victor. They never did. He never died.

Not her throat, not her- fuck.

Her eyes had squeezed shut in frustration, a small whimper almost strangled, mere seconds before the sound of a voice calling her name echoed off the alley walls, and brought her crashing back to reality, all the more keenly aware of his hand on her throat as it pressed her back into the grit of the wall behind her. It was the bar owner’s younger brother, a sweet idiot who fancied himself some sort of local good guy, but was honestly going to get himself killed one of these days, and the effort it took to drag air into her lungs in order to reply to him left her shuddering slightly. But she managed, eyes not leaving the man who was holding her to the wall.

“We’re all good, Barty! Me’n the big guy here’re gettin to know each other. Nothin to worry about, s’all real friendly. I’ll catch y’before I head home, ok, buddy? Save some Jack for me.” It wasn’t the first time she had blatantly lied to Barty Walsh, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she liked the guy enough to not want him involved in this if she could help it. 

When she spoke again, her voice was low, and not directed at the young man still lingering by the door. “We’re good, right, bud? A good fuck is whatcha really wanted, right? Well, I can do that, too. Sorry about before, my brain to mouth connection don’t always work so good. Ma always said my mouth’d get me killed some day, or at least beat near to death. Butcha don’t want that, do ya? Y’want a warm, wet, tight pussy wrapped around that nice dick’a yours, don’tcha?”

[easilyfcrgctten]

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“torture” meme || @italianexoticbeauty || accepting !!

          “Jesus H Christ,  Mare,  y’actually scared me            for a second there! Don’t DO that! I seriously            thought  that  one  girl  in  my  English  class            finally  decided  to  beat  me up or  somethin’.            Not funny!”

[rpmememaker]

Torture my character sentence meme

[objectivelyhot-a]

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“Annoying? Me? Annoying?”

[easilyfcrgctten]

hit the heart for a starter - likely something in her modern/main verse unless you shoot a message asking for something else specifically.

[askboxmemethings]

Send me "♥" to see how my muse reacts when your muse suddenly kisses them.

Bonus: Add a bit of tongue action.

[neverlandswriter]

Drop these in my inbox for any of my muses

[text] Are you stupid?

[text] Night, I love you.

[text] We’ll talk again tomorrow.

[text] Ha, that’s not funny.

[text] Wanna hang out?

[text] I’ll be there in ten minutes.

[text] Open the door, I’m here.

[text] SOS!!! I’m in trouble!!

[text] Remind me, why are we still friends?

[text] Morning, sunshine!

[text] Where the hell are you???

[text] Can’t stop thinking about you.

[text] I just came up with the most amazing idea.

[text] Are you still up? I can’t sleep.

[text] Are you coming to the party tomorrow?

[text] Bailing on me again? You suck.

[text] Get me out of here.

[text] Don’t get too drunk tonight.

[text] It’s official, I hate you.

[text] Can’t talk now, call me later. What’s going on?

[text] What’s with you and all the smiley faces?

[text] Have you finished your homework? I need a hand.

[text] Don’t be late tomorrow.

[text] Missing you. Call me?

[text] I’m sorry.

[text] I sense a heartfelt conversation coming up.

[text] Don’t get sappy on me.

[text] Sweet dreams!

[text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

[hearapianofallmixes]

bedroom hymns iv - bdsm edition | a sex playlist for when the conventional isn’t enough and silk sheets, flowers, and soft caresses are replaced with leather restraints, blindfolds, and hard surfaces. and as always, claws marks are bruises are a bare minimum sign that you did a damn good job

breath control - recoil | personal jesus - marilyn manson | dyskrasia - kidneythieves | corrupt - depeche mode | mr. self destrut - nine inch nails | hammering my head - garbage | deep six - marilyn manson | rev 22:20 - puscifer | bbb - how to destroy angels | son of a preacher man - collide | bloodsport - sneaker pimps | voodoo u - lords of acid | s+m - kidneythieves | ruiner - nine inch nails | love song - snake river conspiracy

[ listen ] because my muses fell down a rather particular gutter and refuse to get out of it. also because fuck 50 shades of grey

[sexologymagazine]

[traenenfaenger]

And in the end I’m alone, again.

(via missinyouiskillingme )

[easilyfcrgctten]

[ @redwoodteller ♥’d ]

          “ — hey, blondie!” The fact that she had managed to get the car as far as she had, all the way to the local mechanic shop, without it falling the fuck apart was something of a damn miracle. It was making a bunch of weird sounds, but her understanding of cars went exactly as far as she put the key in the ignition, turned it, and it went vroom vroom. Anything more complicated than that was blank look territory. Frankly, even having the thing was almost unnecessary- she could walk from her apartment to the club, and there was a grocery store and so on within walking distance as well. It was only the fact she was unwilling to give up her ability to bolt at a moment’s notice that kept her from just selling her hunk of junk for scrap. And fixing the damn thing wasn’t exactly in her budget, but she was going to have to make it work, somehow- because sadly, in spite of the fact she was aware that Charming’s local criminal element- a motorcycle gang- excuse her, club- ran the shop, she was pretty sure trading lap dances and or favors for work on her car wasn’t exactly going to fly. All she could do was pray it wasn’t going to be too painful. “Got a second to help a girl out? Somethin under that hood is going clunk-a-clunk. Maybe even clunk-a-eeeeeer-rer-rer-clunk. Don’t think it’s supposed to make that noise.”

[tastylikecherrycola]

Hottest three seconds i have ever seen.