❛ ᴛᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ !

gta v based divergent immortalhd

[pyrocoyote-blog]

          ————   the devil , he’s at my door , && i know what he came here for. the kind of fun that i adore , i let him enter to make some more.  fire, it burn my skin– but i still want to play with it. like a shark fin in the swim , i cut myself && jump on in. 

                           baby boy , baby brother. we’re losing you to the gutter.

                  there’s a red light up ahead , i drive my car into it. i’m a little kid with a big death wish. i bite the lips, the lips that kiss. baby boy , baby brother — we’re losing you to the gutter.

[tokakiri-deactivated20140731]

Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

“Watch out!”

“You could have been killed!”

“Run! Hurry up, go!”

“Save yourself, I’ll hold them back.”

“Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it.”

“I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.”

“They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat].”

“I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“And let you get yourself killed?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I don’t trust him/her. They seem off.”

“I’m saying this for your own good!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!”

[fyrcoyote]

   ——–    //    «  cleanshots  »

kevin wasn’t unusually tall , standing at around six foot high , though he more often than not found himself looking down more than up when it came to socialising . he appreciated the other’s kindness , his fire - branding demeanour would most likely make one assume otherwise . kevin was mostly grateful for the fact some kid hadn’t just jumped him in the street for walking outside the door at an unfortunate time . he’ll then throw his hands into his hoodie pockets , fingers instinctively wrapping around the device that lay there as he gave a little half - shrug , “ it’s happened , it was no big deal . “ he knew he wasn’t going to be replacing it any time soon , seeing as though he wasn’t exactly welcome in the store it was ‘purchased’ from , so he may as well just deal .

he’s then slowly cutting himself off as dark eyes lock onto the board that had been slowly gliding across tarmac throughout the duration of their interaction , lips pressing together as he clenches his jaw ; he knew what was going to happen . without any time to react , the board was snapped in half and kevin could only bring himself to suck air in through his teeth , flinching at the collision . he’ll slowly glance over to the shorter boy , almost scared to see his reaction . shit , that’s gotta suck ! at this point he couldn’t help but feel bad for him , immediately rejecting his sudden offer . “ no way , that wasn’t your fault , dude ! the shit was like two dollars , don’t worry about it . “ a moment of silence , then he’ll add , “ that was an awesome board , bro . sorry . “

       fire kissed eyes set against the sun , squinting as he mulled over the fact his board was now roadkill. a bloodied hand brushed across his hair , momentarily peering into the reflection of himself upon the store window to situate his unruly hair ( it matched his persona perfectly , dark in the shadows && ablaze in the light ).         ❝   no, man , i have to. we aren’t debating about this , uh-- ❞ the boy ruffled the back of his own hair , shooting the snooping store keeper a dirty look from where he stood ,        ❝   what’s your name again , dude? i’m-- i’m aleks.  ❞  do not give out your name. do not pop names about like a big red sign that says ‘ i’m kootra’s son! come hurt me! ’. but this guy seemed nice && , truth be told , he’d enjoy a friend his age.

       although , it was short lived as he felt his phone panicking within his pocket-- && fear drained his face within seconds as he looked at KEVIN. pulling the iphone from said pocket , that familiar name blared across the screen. without giving away the anxiety that now brewed within , the younger boy muttered a hold on before answering the phone , turning his back && beginning his pacing.       ❝   aleksandr. where in the world are you?  ❞ came that deep baritone voice , making the boy lightly cringe before answering with hesitance ,        ❝   i , uh-- i went skating.  ❞ came a soft reply , brows lifting as he heard the distinct , exasperated sigh that followed ,        ❝   mhm. i see. informing me or perhaps asking first is what i expect of you , boy. now move it. i told you we had a situation that needed attention. warehouse , now.   ❞     the phone clicked off , && immortal felt the nerves in his body fringing. blinking , aleks turned back to kevin , offering a bashful smile before digging within his pocket , fishing a twenty before tossing it his way. he hadn’t stopped to see how much it was before he was stepping back , already beginning to pull his own body in the other direction ,        

          ❝   get your shit back , dude , gotta go.  ❞ without allowing time for questions , aleks began jogging towards the direction of the warehouse. he’d never make it in a time span jordan was pleased with-- && he was already pissed at him for leaving without telling him where he was going. now to add the fact he was without his board && whatnot-- the outcome was undesirable. damn , dude.

[fyrcoyote]

sb: alex!! alexander!!!

aleks: fuck off !!!! im going to strike a match and set you on fire !!

[curiousscientistkae]

50 Questions for your oc

[flamedwarrior]

curiousscientistkae:

(i got bored and made some questions to ask for ocs. Not much but something to get gears going. Ask away please).

Personal

1)      Age?

2)      Gender?

3)      Romantic/Sexual Orientation?

4)      Height?

5)      Race?

6)      What do they look like? (i.e, hair color, eye color, etc).

7)      Any disabilities?

8)      Is there a meaning to their name?

9)      What makes them, them? 

10)   What do they want to be when they grow up/what do they want to do with their lives?

Family

11)   Do they have parents? What are they like and how do they act with their child(ren)?

12)   Do they have siblings? How do they interact with them? If not, do they wish they had siblings?

13)   Extended family? Do they see them often?

14)   Do they like where they live? (Is it a safe place?)

15)   Where do they live? Are they wealthy? Poor? Middle-Class?

16)   Do they have a lot of expectations/pressure on them from family to do great?

17)   Do they have pets?

18)   Who do they look up to the most/are the closest to in their family?

19)   This there anything special about their family?

20)   Do they wish they lived in a different family/household?

Friends

21)   Best Friend(s)?

22)   Who was their first friend?

23)   What is their friend group like?

24)   Do they have a love/hate relationship with any of them?

25)   Do they consider any of their friends to be like siblings?

26)   Have they ever hurt a friend or lost one?

27)   Do they have a crush on any of their friends?

28)   Do they share classes with good friends?

29)   Whom do they go to the most when they need a shoulder to cry on?

30)   What would this person do without their friends in their lives?

School

31)   What grade are they in? If they aren’t in school, how come?

32)   Do/Did they like their teachers? Was there a good one? Bad one?

33)   Do/Did they listen to their teachers or are/where they goofing off a lot?

34)   Are/Where they a good student grade wise?

35)   Do/Did they need extra help?

36)   What is/was their school like?

37)   Do/Did they have bullies in school?

38)   Have they ever gotten into a fight at school?

39)   Have they ever done something stupid/embarrassing at school?

40)   How far do they plan to go with school? If they dropped out, do they want to go back?

Other

41)   Are they dating anyone? Do they want to date? Are the married? Divorced? 

42)   What is their favorite hobby? Do they keep it a secret?

43)   If they could have one thing in life, what would it be?

44)   Do they work? If so, what is it? If not, are they looking for one or even want one?

45)   Do they use social media?

46)   Have they ever been in the hospital?

47)   Do they believe in the supernatural, that there is more than the eye can see?

48)   What do they do when they get angry, stressed, or upset?

49)   Would they consider themselves as a good person, bad person, or morally grey?

50)   Does this OC have any part of you in them? (I.e, personality traits, similar background, etc)

[vaememes]

  ✧  (  sentence   starters     →    twin   peaks

 triggering mentions ;   death, murder, rape, violence, blood, etc.                                    please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

❝ She’s dead… Wrapped in plastic. ❞

❝ I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞

❝ Wanna know why I’m whittling? ❞

❝ Is it funny to you? It is not to me. ❞

❝ You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee! ❞

❝ You know, I think I’d better start studying medicine. ❞

❝ I hear that you’re real good at what you do. ❞

❝ I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back. ❞

❝ That gum you like is going to come back in style. ❞

❝ You may think I’ve gone insane… but I promise. I will kill again. ❞

❝ Can you hear me? Catch you… with my death bag! ❞

❝ Will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end? ❞

❝ You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen! ❞

❝ I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty. ❞

❝ I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults! ❞

❝ The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? ❞

❝ Something very, very strange in these old woods. ❞

❝ Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. ❞

❝ What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? ❞

❝ I’ve got one man too many in my life and I’m married to him. ❞

❝ It may appear as such, but could it be a clue? ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were ever my age. ❞

❝ Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world? ❞

❝ I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. ❞

❝ Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. ❞

❝ How much would you like to start with? How about three hundred? ❞

❝ Now I’m going to get the food and you’re going to get dressed. ❞

❝ I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones. ❞

❝ Why is it so easy to make men like me? I don’t even have to try very hard. ❞

❝ I think a couple of times he’s tried to kill me. But guess what? As you know, I sure got off on it. ❞

❝ Hmm, isn’t sex weird? ❞

❝ I don’t know, she seemed to have reached a kind of peace with herself. ❞

❝ I like to think of myself as one of the happy generations. ❞

❝ I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another. ❞

❝ Are you looking for secrets? Is that it? Maybe I can give you one. ❞

❝ I would assume you’re no longer interested in girls. ❞

❝ Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe? ❞

❝ Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? ❞

❝ There’s an epidemic of multiple gunshot wounds following this chick around. ❞

❝ It’s almost like when they didn’t bury you deep enough. ❞

❝ When you see me again, it won’t be me. ❞

❝ Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. ❞

❝ Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? ❞

❝ Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. ❞

❝ Seven is difficult to balance, but not impossible if we are able to divide. ❞

❝ It is happening again. It is happening again. ❞

❝ Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. ❞

❝ I mean, did he have a big, booming voice or what? ❞

❝ I believe you. I applaud your desire to do the right thing. ❞

❝ But you don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m mad. ❞

❝ If we’re not at the right place at exactly the right time, we won’t find our way in. ❞

❝ You and I have an appointment at the end of the world. ❞

❝ Want, not need. I don’t need anything. ❞

❝ When there are chances for reflections, there can always be two — or more. ❞

❝ ______, there are many cures for a broken heart. ❞

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

[fyrcoyote]

fireash:

    um i don’t have any icons rn but like this for a starter maybe ? 

[fyrcoyote]

    ——–    //    «  cleanshots  »

carefully positioning himself so that he was resting on his knees , he’ll flip his head a little so blackened locks reveal brown hues and he gives the boy a reassuring nod . the grimacing expression still lay upon normally soft features , though he held no malice toward the other ; if anything , he was glad something was happening today , at least . figuring he should probably speak at some point , he’ll return the smile , “ don’t worry about it , man , it happens . “ a dismissive shake of the hand , the sudden movement causing the blood on his finger to drip down to his palm , and he begins to stand upright with the help of the stranger .

he’ll flinch a little , the sudden pain in his leg kicking in from the skateboard crashing into it a few moments before . “ fuck , “ he’ll repeat , slowly wrapping his earphones around his cell before shoving it into his hoodie pocket . “ thanks . it’s cool , bro , seriously . “ his voice is a mere mumble , though he makes the effort to be civil .

       once his help was accepted , the young spitfire blinked deep lashes , now looking up at the other rather than down. shit , why the fuck was he so short? huffing to himself , aleks used his cleansed digits to sweep through the mass of deep bourbon locks , shaggy upon his dome. at the curse , aleksandr rose a brow , studying his features , seeing the miffed aura circulating within those deep iris.          ❝   sorry about your phone , man.  ❞     the boy paused , eyes gorging the area for this board. that was when he realized it had slowly rolling across the busy street , cars moving around it to miss. eyes widening , the boy started forwards , barely hearing kevin’s words over the sound of his board snapping beneath a vengeful tire.

       ❝   no!! FUCK , dude!  ❞ aleks’ hands shot up to ruffle his hair , the blood smearing in his locks ,            ❝   i just got that board. he’s gonna kill me.  ❞ the last part was muttered in a sorrowful voice , before he looked back to kevin with sad eyes , ignoring the fact he just lost the sickest board he’s ever owned ,    ❝   come on , i’ll buy your shit back , dude.  ❞

[sematriplesix]

[fyrcoyote]

     ——–    //    «  cleanshots  »

long legs pace down the sidewalk , dark eyes concentrating on the movement as he counts his steps . two on one slab , one the next , then two , then one , etc . white earphones peek from the inside of his hood , meeting at his chest in a somewhat tangled mess as he hadn’t bothered to sort them out beforehand , though this hardly bothers him as he approaches the store . living alone in a dingy apartment wasn’t something he was particularly planning on , even more so the thought of having to purchase his own groceries . he’d sadly realised this that same morning when he’d tried to gargle some milk from the carton , only to be met with two measly drops .

briefly glancing up from the floor to reach out a hand in order to push open the doors , he sets on for the dairy aisle , wanting to pick up some yogurt too . kevin wasn’t much of a people person , the other bodies in the store a mere blur in the corner of his eye as he refused to properly look at them . they’d know who he was , what he did . after he’d collected the necessities , he throws a five dollar bill onto the counter , shaking his head when offered change . at least , that’s what he assumed the cashier had said , given the fact that he couldn’t hear anything aside from his blaring music . taking his belongs in a plastic carrier bag , he makes for the exit . thank god that’s over with .

it’s only when he steps out the door that the earphones are roughly pulled from his ears , his phone sliding across the concrete alongside his milk and yogurt as he hits the ground with a heavy thud . he can feel the warmth on his chin as he’d harshly managed to graze it , reaching a finger up to confirm if the blood was there . it was . he reaches for his phone , not bothering with the freshly spilled groceries . a pained groan falls from his lips as he examines the cracked screen , “ fuck! “

          ❝   fuckin’ asshole , watch where you’re-- !!  ❞   the boy’s upper lip curls back as he feels his black sleeves sticking to his now bloody skin. blinking softly , dark lashes project over russet hues as they lock with the boy he’d ran into-- slowly picking himself up && watching the other curse over his cracked phone. the split dairy products are a mess over the ground , && aleks sees the mess he’s made. no , he should of watched where he was going , not the other boy who’s ruined groceries coated the rocky surface alike blood. the ire fades to black , replaced by a somber like persona , 

                 ❝   ah , dude , shit i--  ❞  aleks stammered , afraid of the other’s assured anger that would follow ,           ❝   i’m sorry , i’m a fuckin’ dick. are you okay , man?  ❞  his hand reaches out && aleks just now notices the blood that dripped from his right ring finger ,           ❝   shit-- lemme help you up--  ❞  his left hand rubs the back of his neck , blinking once more && offering a sheepish && apologetic , crooked smile creasing dimpled cheeks.

[fyrcoyote]

      ——–    //    «  @cleanshots​​ sc!!  »

       crisp , chill air whisked through deep bourbon locks , russet hues tiny slits as the boy focused his balance. the rollers upon the tarmac were in tune with aleksandr’s inner hyper-focused concentration. his form was crouched , black && white jacket hugging his torso. vans && black jeans also projected upon his style , && the boy appeared dark. the fire child was headed towards the skate park , already making quite a bit of ground from the warehouse. he was nearly across los santos by now. he was definitely building up his stamina.

       head turning both ways , there were cars coming but the boy hadn’t a care in the world. the driver’s horn blared , though aleks bluntly ignored the angry yelling that ensued , or the danger that followed. smirking , the boy flipped the middle finger over his shoulder && pushed his foot into the ground which caused the skateboard to jump forwards. a snicker left him as he continued down the sidewalk , past stores && weaving through people who sneered in his direction. thankfully there weren’t many out && about just yet. that was , until he saw the boy that was out && about.

       he stepped from the store too early , && the collision sent whatever was in the boy’s hands to the ground. both boys hit the concrete && aleks skidded a little on his elbows , couldn’t see what happened to the other. groaning , aleks blinked with watered eyes && whimpered softly ,       ❝   ah , fuck , dude...   ❞    he was rolling over , bright brown eyes simmering in the sun.

[fyrcoyote]

    um i don’t have any icons rn but like this for a starter maybe ? 

[dykespeare-deactivated20181228]

tropes that need to die: redemption arcs for abusive fathers

[faunmoss]

also: “I finally forgive him” arcs for the adult children of abusive parent figures

[niamhlincoln]

not to mention abusive relationships, where they forgive the abuser, because ‘they’ve changed’

[rppanda]

For the next 24 hours, my Muse will be forced to answer all and any asks they receive!

[fyrcoyote]

pxtrona ☭ jack.

                                              ‹  ARSONBOY  ›

                  A SOFT, INTRUSIVE cough escaped crimson lips ; it’s intention both to rouse  && agitate the shorter male, but also to indicate her own prominent and unexpected presence. ❝  YOU DO REALISE this is fake’s TURF, right ? ––– SO are you LOST … or off the CLOCK ?  ❞ 

                       ❝ ----Ах ебать! ❞ came a disgruntled response, crown snapping upward to meet enraged eyes-- her words ringing within his mindset as concrete footing remained still. ❝ n - no, i- uh- i just got turned around-- ❞ steps back, moving away from the women, fearful eyes averting && guilt ridding his YOUTHFUL features. clearly the seventeen year old was not where he belonged, && he knew it.

[fyrcoyote]

                                      cont. ☭ michael. @riotbcy

                     a step back. instinct nearly overriding the coding that lined his skull-- willing muscles to move against broken will. brows push down, a POUT perhaps, nose scrunching momentarily. the boy is aware of the fact michael can KICK HIS ASS, && he’s most definitely scared of him. scowling softly, aleksandr scoffs && offers an eye roll,

                        ❝ i'm not a KID. ❞ oh, of course he is.