‘ —- MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! ‘
“ I prefer ABOMINATION. “
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‘ —- MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! ‘
“ I prefer ABOMINATION. “
indie fandomless rp birthed by lake private
‘ —- MONSTER! MONSTER! MONSTER! ‘
“ I prefer ABOMINATION. “
indie fandomless rp birthed by lake private
penned by: Lake
Indie vigilante oc!
Indie Canon Divergent / Book based Demetri Volturi. Penned by: Lake
basicley:
❝ —- you forgot that ‘movie magic’ spirit day was today, didn’t you. i spent three hours on these buns, three. all you had to do was wear a white shirt, black pants, and the vest i found after spending five hours at the goodwill in port angeles. i’m not mad, newt, i’m just — ❞ she’s hurt, but she feels bad about it because she knows how much he has on his plate and it’s just a silly school spirit day that nobody takes seriously —- but still. ❝ look, if you want, you can make it up to me by letting me come over for dinner. dads in tokyo, mom can’t make it home until sunday, and i’ve been living on take-out all week. like if your mom says no, that’s fine — how’s she doing by the way? ❞
@storybookishh || she calls him newt its canon
he wants to apologize. its on the tip of his tongue, but somehow he’s too exhausted to muster the energy to give her a proper sorry. lips are pulled into a soft but thin line a smile that threatens to tremor coating them with a fragile facade of genuine happiness, he was happy to see her -- she was the only semblance of normal he had left. “ -- jess i know i goofed. “ he did, truly. carrie had stayed out half the night leaving him and his mom wide away near dawn worried sick, they’d spent two hours in his truck cruising forks small surface area looking for her before she turned up. same clothes from yesterday and twigs all in her hair, she’d nearly given their mom a heart attack. “ she’s -- she’s good. hanging in there. “ its a short response before he feels a weak but real smile crawl against his mouth teeth showing, “ ugh yeah she’d love to have you over, i’d love to have you over. she’s making roast tonight anyway -- and cooking distracts her so she’ll love to entertain. “
basicley:
❝ lauren you literally look flawless in every single one of these pictures. i can get one of the yearbook guys to edit them, but they’re creeps. you know this. do you really want your pictures in their hands? ❞
@storybookishh || she’s just lookin’ out for u gurl
“ i know this. “ she states tone pointed as her dark eyes shift to give jess a long stare before a smile curls against her full lips, brows raising in a fake expression of genuine gratitude. “ not a chance, i’d like to keep myself at a standard even for jerk off material. “
Indie vigilante oc!
basicley:
❝ ohmygod oh my god, ange, i can’t breathe oh my god i just – i keep picturing how it went down – so tyler was – he actually tried to– tried– oh my god i can’t – he seriously asked out amanda? like — he does know that she’s lauren’s sworn nemesis, right? like she’s the superman to her lex luthor. he’s — jesus christ he’s either suicidal or fucking brilliant if he’s trying to get l’s attention. ❞ she wipes at her eyes, careful not to smudge her eyeliner. she hasn’t laughed this hard in a long time, so she’s having a hard time getting the giggles to come to a fullstop. ❝ you literally just made my entire week. oh, shit, shit i almost forgot — i made copies of all my notes from monday for you. i also got started on our lit project, i think i checked out like — ten books for it. why teachers insist on us using more than just online sources – like i get it, books are important, but still. ❞
@storybookishh || angela u killed her
lips are curled into a semi-sympathetic smile. tyler was the definition of desperate when it came to lauren, and for the most part reckless was a light way of putting his attempts of gaining her favor -- or in this particular case he wrath. “ i watched the entire thing go down -- i’m just waiting for word to get round to L. “ her remark is soft before her dark eyes look up from the book in her own grasp brows arching high on her heart shaped face, “ if you think thats good wait till tomorrow, amanda’s giving her presidential campaign and thats what tyler promised he’d help with. sad part is -- “ words cut off as lips draw back from her teeth in a worried snarl, “ he already promised he was gonna campaign for L. “ the book is snapped shut with a finalized sound only pushing her point further, tyler was going to get eaten alive -- and in front of the whole congregation no less. “ you’re a saint jess, honestly. “ she means it too, she’d been sick and while she didnt enjoy the fact of mooching off her best friend -- she was an angel where it counted. not letting her fail chem. 101. “ books have appeal, you just prefer them in movie form which -- to each his own. but what topic do you think we should do it on anyway? “ fingertips push her glasses further back on the bridge of her nose as she gives her best focused face, gossip was great and all but then again so was passing lit.
Indie vigilante oc!
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Indie vigilante oc!
❛ SHE IS THE KIND OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WOULD KILL FOR. ——- LIPS; A COLLECTION OF BLOOD DROPLETS. HAIR; GLINTING DAGGERS IN THE MOONLIGHT. MEN; FALL ONTO THEIR SWORDS AS SHE PASSES. ❜
gabrielle delacour: makes eyes @ oliver
Oliver wood: makes eyes @ gabrielle delacour
*proceeds to get bopped in the head by fleur for ogling her sister*
❛ stuffing your face , as usual . ❜ ❛ i gotta have a good meal . ❜ ❛ you’re going into orbit , you stupid mutt . ❜ ❛ i hate alarm clocks . ❜ ❛ i’m am hungry , i want some lasaga . ❜ ❛ enough with the chit - chat , let’s get some grub going . ❜ ❛ i ate thos food . ❜ ❛ now where could my pipe have gone ? ❜ ❛ ARE YOU THIRSTY ? ❜ ❛ do you want some bottled water ? too bad , i got warter . ❜ ❛ i don’t need friends , they disappoint me . ❜ ❛ i feel like a deer , in the headlights of love . ❜ ❛ honey , you’ve got a big storm comin ’ . ❜ ❛ can i ask you kind of a weird question ? ❜ ❛ i can see the statue of liberty from here . ❜ ❛ you could stop at five or six stores , or just one . ❜ ❛ we’re just blonde boyz doin ’ what blonde boyz do . ❜ ❛ here’s a one - way ticket to the blonde boy zone . ❜ ❛ i’ve got a couple of hobbies besides being blonde . ❜ ❛ i like to drink soda && hang out at the mall . ❜ ❛ i like to lift weights && wear sunscreen . ❜ ❛ spf - 100 ? i hope it’s in stock , ‘ cuz i rub it on my nips && the bell end of my cock . ❜ ❛ bought me && the boys some blonde hair dye . ❜ ❛ now i get the ladies wet like a slip n ’ slide . ❜ ❛ i’m just another blonde bro . ❜ ❛ as the hot one of the bunch , i tend to stay erect . ❜ ❛ if you’re thinkin ’ three inches , then you’re thinkin ’ correct . ❜ ❛ i’ve got the thickest yogurt - slinger of our bleach blonde dongs . ❜ ❛ enough about your cob , man . ❜ ❛ the sun was shining . ❜ ❛ it got real toasty . ❜ ❛ i need iced cream , or i’ll fry . ❜ ❛ my two lovely uncles - they went away , to blessed syria , for a holy vacay . ❜ ❛ a letter ? from the president of the united states of americus ? ❜ ❛ you got coleslaw on my adidas ! ❜ ❛ no dnt leeve me . ❜ ❛ i think i’m really dying . ❜ ❛ are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now ? ❜ ❛ i’m really into this pizza , though . ❜ ❛ uhhh , i’m not finished . ❜ ❛ oh my god , can you let me do what i need to do ? ❜ ❛ i look poor. ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me bitch , i’m not cute . ❜ ❛ whatever , fuck you . ❜
wistcrias:
Roasting meats on rickety carts fill the souk with the mouth-watering scent of marinated lamb, the flat bread the locals wrap it in enticing as it’s rolled and stuffed with spring onions and tomatoes and more than one person’s fair share of RICHLY seasoned slivers. Lara’s stomach regrets every inhale as she’s forced to dart between one cart and another, blocking out the sound of trampled wood and foreigns curses behind her, and focusing only on the steady bounce against her thigh. The golden artefact burns through the fabric of her cargos, the weight reassuring, though anxiety burns like stomach acid in her throat.
Ducking behind a wooden crate, she waits for her pursuers to pass by before scampering up its side and onto the top. A swear immediately leaves her lips. She’s SPOTTED! “ Damn, ” she huffs, starting to run again.
A drop into what at first glance appears to be a deserted alley sends her stumbling into another girl –– one as frantic as Lara is. A brief look over her shoulder tells her why. “ Damn, ” she repeats, heart thud.thud.thudding. like a giant’s lumbering footsteps in her chest. Dread floods her veins. They have to get out of there! “ Come on! ” She hurries the girl. There’s a rusted vent in the corner of one building. A sharp elbow jab might do the job. If not, they’re screwed.
“ Follow me! ”
&. @storybookishh for LARA & ADA.
Move. Move. Move. Its a mantra in her mind screaming over the shouts that follow behind her, keep going don’t stop. You stop and you die or you rot in a jail cell. She was proud to say that she’d never been caught, minor offenses once when she was younger -- but since then she’d been cautious. Careful where she placed her head for the night and wary about whose bread she took, every moment was well thought out just to keep her head from rolling. Timing is everything, a great staple to believe in for a thief or a con artist -- and somehow even the most careful can be caught and blindsided by another who was also watching. He’d seen her, watched her from the very moment her fingertips trailed across the rough wooden table and tapped along the gold pence. To the last second before the bag was slipped beneath her corset and a feverish kiss was left upon the lips of the man she’d swindled, but his friend was a snake.
A vile snake that flicked his tongue and saw the open wound to latch onto, and he’d done just that. Halfway out the door before his sly remark emerged in the air freezing her in her steps, ‘ Jorge you still owe me eight pence. ‘ It’d erupted like that of a geyser releasing itself, a chorus of deep bellows carrying after her as she darted beyond the threshold and into the throng of the crowds.
Slipping between bodies and moving as fast as her feet would carry her, a gift she’d gained from birth kept her faster than them. Legs toned moved her quickly attention everywhere all at once trying to keep track of their patterns and how they so desperate they were to catch her,owed eight pence -- what was the loss of 500! She’s light on her feet, bounding through alleyways and trying her damnedest to keep ahead -- and all the while her mind is focused on the shouts behind her does she slip and collide with another girl. Bodies fumbling to the ground in a splay of limbs and dust, but neither stop. On her feet she is gaze darting to look at the other without hesitation and following suit, her lungs daring to burst and heart screaming in her chest. A plan formulating in her head as they moved, is escape wasn't possible they’d have to fight. She knew she was more than capable of taking on four of them by herself, but by the sound of their pursuers there were more joining the hunt. Words are chopped and short as they draw closer to the vent, already dropping to a crouch she barks. “ Get up there now! “