PSYCH(IC)

i'll be down in 5. i'm wearing 8 past lives and i smell like jasmine. you can't miss me. // indie oc. rp blog

[feraltyke]

                                          my soul was filled with crystal light,                                                      lavender ribbons of rain sang                                                ridding my heart of mortal fright

                                                                                         of mortal fright                                                                                                                     ( © )

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// hi i’m over here please come interact with me

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   ‘Good, huh?’ he asked fondly, reaching forward to take the joint in order to toke once more, nodding a few times as his eyes watered. After a quick puff of smoke out of his nostrils, he leant back in his rolling chair and sighed, feeling his limbs grow heavy, in a good way. ‘Don’t worry, it’s…it’s not too strong, or anything. Just sorta…takes the edge off.’

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take the edge of. ha. hahahah. why hasn’t she done this before. she’s basically all edges, sharp and nervous as hell. she laughs shakily and nods, hesitating before taking it back, carefully. she hopes she’s allowed to have more. she inhales it and practically sighs it out.

‘ it - it’s good, good. i - i could u - use the, the relax - relaxation. ‘

[phencyclidinc]

     a slight smile tips her lips, first at the newly found steadiness and then at that quiet laugh. 

“Fitting.” there was something… otherworldly about her. 

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she may or may not blush slightly at that, running a hand through her hair before chewing her fingers. she can’t help it.

‘ th - thank you. i like - like your name t - t - too, too. it’s -. simple. no - not in a bad w - way! ‘

[talentforlying]

i drank the blood of ANGELS from a bottle, just to see if i could call the lightning down. it hasn’t struck me yet, and i would wage my soul to bet that there ain’t no one throwing lightning ANYHOW.

[feraltyke]

                                          my soul was filled with crystal light,                                                      lavender ribbons of rain sang                                                ridding my heart of mortal fright

                                                                                         of mortal fright                                                                                                                     ( © )

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// me: has made 3 rp blogs this week, two of them being redux’s of older characters also me: why are there no harry dresden rp blogs. i can change this.....

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justbxfriends replied to your post:justbxfriends replied to your post “// the rumor...

the answer is yes

// good

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justbxfriends replied to your post “// the rumor come out, does leigh orion is gay?”

http://justbxfriends.tumblr.com/post/148913359638/the-rumor-come-out-does-doc-leonzio-is-gay

// ARE YOU S HITTING ME

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     - @contemplatiion.

her sign has just been turned off, no longer proclaiming that a psychic lives inside in bright neon lights. instead, it’s just a home, not a place for readings. not a great home, but whatever. she sits on the futon, flicking through her tarot deck. it’s really falling apart. maybe she can get a new one? she’d certainly enjoy it. still, first things first, she needs some air. well. a cigarette and some air.

outside the shop, she leans against the old brick wall, carefully lighting her cigarette. it’s funny, she’s so wrapped up in her own head (maybe for dinner she could treat herself. she’s feeling surprisingly good, all things considered) she doesn’t notice that she isn’t alone. psychic powers be damned, she’s thinking about making lasagna.

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// the rumor come out, does leigh orion is gay?

[contemplatiion-deactivated20200]

spring is approaching and christmas is long behind the people of hawkins and, along with the cold, the events that lead to the disappearance and reappearance of will byers have been left in the past. it’s now march 1984 and the hawkin’s town fair has come to town and everyone is out to celebrate the start of the warmer weather and the lack of strange things for the last few months.

a chatzy welcome to all fandoms and ocs but set around the events of ‘stranger things’.  

duplicates are welcome but if there is already a version of your muse in the chat then send them a message on tumblr to plan something out before you hop straight in.

please write in full sentences opposed to using the ‘/me’ function. 

godmodding or powerplaying will get you kicked.

just be nice and polite

use brackets to talk ooc

set your username as your muse’s name and then your url in brackets, i.e. ‘jim hopper (contemplatiion)

if your muse was ‘killed off’ during the events of season one then feel free to think of something that will warrant their return! this is just a fun place to explore new things!

please reblog if you decide to pop along and have fun!! i look forward to seeing y’all!

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an emotion: *happens*

me: Get Back Into The Feelings Box You Dirty Gremlin

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Sad Hopper noises.

no sad noises needed. she’s just skittish and never receives smooches. ever.

[phencyclidinc]

     “Orion.” she repeats, as if rolling it on her tongue in search of sharp edges. taking the offered hand, she shakes it, gentle but firm. “Are you the hunter or the stars?” living with a guy who called himself Ajax came with a lot of gratuitous Greek mythology knowledge.

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the shake is good, and her trembling finally subsides, anxiety fading as she lets out a soft laugh at her question.

‘ i - i - i’m. the stars. ‘

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contemplatiion replied to your post:// leigh would kiss hopp. i’d kiss hopp. where are...

SMOOCHES 4 U

// ahhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Hopper gives you a smooch!

PANICKED PSYCHIC NOISES

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Eleven had escaped and that’s all that mattered to her . Of course she knew that the bad men were after her RIGHT NOW , looking to drag her back to that lab , to that metal box , or even kill her . But the air around her was so new , so fresh - she was seeing things for the first time EVER . She was scared , and yet she needed to see more . Thoughts turned and turned in her head of what Papa had done to her , of what experiments she had been put through ; of the MONSTER that she had let out . Eleven was jumpy , squeamish , so when the woman practically pounced at her , the girl jumped away , afraid they had already found her .

It’s as if the other was almost talking NONSENSE . Too many words in too little time . She was speaking as if she knew what Eleven was feeling and thinking , though Eleven was sure she hadn’t said anything out loud , if mostly out of fear that someone she didn’t want to would hear it . Tears instantly sprang to her eyes , afraid she was about to be CAUGHT , but the woman was simply begging to help her . It was all very strange to Eleven , all very frightening . She had no words , so instead she remained SILENT , shaking .

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fear, fear and tears from the girl. she hadn’t meant to scare her, hadn’t meant to make her think she was one of them. she inhales deeply, trying to gather herself. she can’t scare her more, but she has to make her understand.

‘ you’re being chased. bad men bad women bad people - they want you hurt, want to make you suffer. i - i can prote - protect you. o - or at - at least i will try t - to. with my life. ‘

she smiles, shaky and nervous. she doesn’t want her to get caught again, and she doesn’t know how fast they’re coming. she just knows she has to get the child out of here as fast as she can.

the dawning sense of dread is beginning to settle in. they’re definitely coming.

the psychic holds out a trembling hand.

‘  i’m - i’m orion. c - c - c - come with me. ‘