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@icexshadow
Oops, a crack in dimensions...
Yes, I think today is the day I will begin thinking about this blog again.
Things will be changing, but hopefully for the better! I am a much better person now. And I know how to not be absolutely pretentious.
can’t help falling in love on a kalimba
This radiates calm
The annual Tihar festival in Nepal has a day devoted solely to the celebration of man’s best friend, dogs. (Source)
Another set of sentence prompts!
“No, you don’t deserve ice cream!”
“Please stop calling it your lair.”
“I want a lion.”
“I’ll be the guard dog.”
“Do you HATE happiness?!“
“Okay, I got a pla- oh."
"What are your thoughts on giraffes in turtlenecks?”
“ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY BONKERS?!"
"’We’re not going to die’? We’re not going to die?! Well it bloody feels like we’re about to die!”
“At least breathe in between bites!”
“You’re strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.”
“Who are these people?!”
“That was definitely my finest hour.”
“You are not going to have a good day.”
“Use the little scanny thing.”
“Ow, you shot me in the face!”
“Behind you!”
“Listen, it’s for science.”
“I didn’t even have to do anything.”
“Dude, this is romantic as fuck.”
“I’m in your mind…” “Great, just what I needed, more useless crap in there.”
“Anyone want to sing along?”
“I can save you.” “No, you can’t.”
“I don’t want to be rude, but you’re here to do an actual job.”
“Are you humming?” “It’s my theme song, I need it for confidence!”
“Let’s talk dirty to each other.” “Babe… we’re at work. Remember? Professional. Behavior. Please.”
“That looks infected.” “It’s fine.” “You’re dying.” “Well… that’s fine too.”
“Crickety crack, that’s really wack.”
Good mornin', whether i's morning or not.
“I’ll take it that means you’ve just gotten up,” Alexander chuckled, offering the other a grin. It was evening at best. Late enough that he was sitting at the bar drinking a whiskey sour, though that didn’t mean much for him. He would drink at nine in the morning and not blink twice. “If that’s the case, what better way to get your day started than to have someone buy you a drink, if you’ll allow me that is.”
@icexshadow
“A pleasure, Alex,” Wolf inclined her head slightly as she grasped his hand. Though her eyes moved over him quickly in unison, her solid black right eye seemed not to move at all, save a subtle shift in the reflection of light. The locals had gotten used to it and barely noticed it anymore, but she usually didn’t say anything unless someone else did. People will be people, Shilo helped her understand that. Picking up her glass, she tipped it toward him a bit then caught the bar tender’s eye and thanked both of them before sipping and continuing. “So, Alex. How do ya star’ your day, then? Must be long ta end up here, yeah?” While Wolf’s speech patterns are quite pronounced, her accent is vague; she masks the southern twang well with a wall of generic pronunciation and mild Irish. “Coffee? Tea? A shor’ race around the block t’ ge’ your blood pumping?”
Another chuckle left him and he grinned. “Well, normally, my days start with a cold shower and a cup of coffee, today though, it started with waking up next to the riverbank of this place, not knowing where I was,” he admitted. “I got on my feet and I figured out where I was, then found the nearest bar, hence how I ended up here. Been here a few hours now.”
@icexshadow
“A riverbank, how unexpected.” She slides just a tad closer, intrigue written all over her face. “I guess la’e starts by a river are better than no starts at all. Mus’ve been a wild night, though I guess ya don’ remember. Ya don’ seem like a partier,” Wolf remarks more for her benefit than Alex’s. “My sister is very much one ta play hard and sleep harder. Pretty sure she’s woken up in strange places as well, with less clothing. Or were ya butt naked?” She teased, then sipped her drink. Wolf was having a lot of fun already. Maybe fun wasn’t the word. A good time was definitely being had, though, at least on her part.
As the time went on, Wolf gradually started letting all other sounds flood her ears as well. While she may be off work and relaxing in her spare time, she couldn’t help but hear what others dared utter aloud. Mostly it was general babble, such as that which she did with Alex. Some of it was flirting, some of it was heated debate, and some of it was sob stories. Wolf loved it all, but she kept her mind mostly focused on her own conversation. Eavesdropping was jut too easy with hearing like a dog’s. She idly adjusted the band on her left finger and wafted her whiskey.
@sterlingsilvertongue
SO SORRY HERE I AM NOW
Good mornin', whether i's morning or not.
“I’ll take it that means you’ve just gotten up,” Alexander chuckled, offering the other a grin. It was evening at best. Late enough that he was sitting at the bar drinking a whiskey sour, though that didn’t mean much for him. He would drink at nine in the morning and not blink twice. “If that’s the case, what better way to get your day started than to have someone buy you a drink, if you’ll allow me that is.”
@icexshadow
Acknowledging his reply with her own lazy half smile, she sat on the seat to the right and sighed. “The mornin’ star’s for me when the sun begins t’ set. Or i’ does now… “ Wolf narrowed her eyes a little as she considered this statement. “Hmm. Anyway, I think I’ll take ya up on tha’ offer. I’ll ‘ave wha’ he’s havin’,” she turned to address whomever was making the drinks. Usually it would be her. For a woman with bad memory, she could name pretty much every one of the regulars during her shifts.
“Wolf,” she greeted, offering her hand. This was not her shift, and she clearly didn’t know who this man was, but he smelled peculiar, and she almost never turned off ‘professional socializing’ mode. It was a habit, to slip into the act of getting to know strangers, and Wolf liked to think she had a knack for it. Her curiosity was genuine and her smile authentic. For now.
@sterlingsilvertongue
The bartender went about making another whiskey sour for Wolf, and the man before her grinned widely, shaking her hand. As he spoke, his accent was thick. “My name’s Alexander, but you can call me Alex. I prefer it actually,” he replied before picking his drink back up and taking a long sip.
It had been a hell of a day, and really he felt like this was hat he needed. He was meeting a stranger and he could spin any story he liked. He didn’t have to be a creature as old as time. He didn’t have to be trapped like a bird in a cage in a body that was his prison. He could just be Alex, that guy from the bar.
@icexshadow
“A pleasure, Alex,” Wolf inclined her head slightly as she grasped his hand. Though her eyes moved over him quickly in unison, her solid black right eye seemed not to move at all, save a subtle shift in the reflection of light. The locals had gotten used to it and barely noticed it anymore, but she usually didn’t say anything unless someone else did. People will be people, Shilo helped her understand that. Picking up her glass, she tipped it toward him a bit then caught the bar tender’s eye and thanked both of them before sipping and continuing. “So, Alex. How do ya star’ your day, then? Must be long ta end up here, yeah?” While Wolf’s speech patterns are quite pronounced, her accent is vague; she masks the southern twang well with a wall of generic pronunciation and mild Irish. “Coffee? Tea? A shor’ race around the block t’ ge’ your blood pumping?”
@sterlingsilvertongue
Good mornin', whether i's morning or not.
“I’ll take it that means you’ve just gotten up,” Alexander chuckled, offering the other a grin. It was evening at best. Late enough that he was sitting at the bar drinking a whiskey sour, though that didn’t mean much for him. He would drink at nine in the morning and not blink twice. “If that’s the case, what better way to get your day started than to have someone buy you a drink, if you’ll allow me that is.”
@icexshadow
Acknowledging his reply with her own lazy half smile, she sat on the seat to the right and sighed. “The mornin’ star’s for me when the sun begins t’ set. Or i’ does now... “ Wolf narrowed her eyes a little as she considered this statement. “Hmm. Anyway, I think I’ll take ya up on tha’ offer. I’ll ‘ave wha’ he’s havin’,” she turned to address whomever was making the drinks. Usually it would be her. For a woman with bad memory, she could name pretty much every one of the regulars during her shifts.
“Wolf,” she greeted, offering her hand. This was not her shift, and she clearly didn’t know who this man was, but he smelled peculiar, and she almost never turned off ‘professional socializing’ mode. It was a habit, to slip into the act of getting to know strangers, and Wolf liked to think she had a knack for it. Her curiosity was genuine and her smile authentic. For now.
@sterlingsilvertongue
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Strangers In the Night
A young woman passes through town without even a gander at her surroundings. She knows where she is, she knows what she puts quickly behind her and to where she is headed on this drizzly evening. Eyes fixed forward, collar up, she steals across the street, splashing into a puddle made earlier by heavier precipitation. She catches the attention of a figure just gliding from view, a shadow beneath a street lamp; something isn't right. Two obscure figures catch each other's gaze, one meeting the sidewalk the other stands on. The woman approaches cautiously. Next, she's gone - no witnesses whatsoever.
did you know me? have you seen me on your tv? they’re still looking. do you like me when I have no face? hog tied and bound by black duct tape. i told him that I cannot breathe. he said I want you to scream for me.
ABOUT ME
Tag 20 people you want to get to know better :)
I was tagged @themadvigilantist
Gender: Female
Star Sign: Virgo
Height: ~5′6
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Favourite Color: Sea green
Favourite Animal: wolves
Average Hours of Sleep: 8 per night.
Cat person or dog person?: Dog person
Favourite Fictional Characters?: Oml you don’t want to unleash that can of worms. But let me give you some: Olivia Dunham, Astrid Farnsworth, Mika Bering, Walter Bishop, Jillian Holtzmann, Luna Lovegood, Dug, Air Bud, Donna Noble, Twelve, Clarice (F451), Clarice Starling, Hannibal Lecter. Ruby <3 (Duh, yeah). Dana Scully and Fox Mulder. Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles. Shadisa Faron.
Number of Blankets I usually sleep with: One, for my feet.
Favourite Singer(s)/Band(s): Coldplay, the Beatles, Panic! At the Disco, The Animals,
Dream Trip: Ireland trip, perhaps. Canada to visit my friends. Tennessee to visit my other friends.
Dream Job: Um. Forensic Profiler without the mindfuckery.
When was this blog made?: Oh no, don’t ask me to remember.
Number of followers?: 91.
What made you decide to create this blog?: In the Dark Ages of my RP career, a.k.a The Beginning, I made my personal blog a roleplay blog as well. I was just as inexperienced at quality blooging as I was at quality RPing. Eventually I wizened up when I ended up with three sidebloogles on my personal. Yep.
themadvigilantist
“Yes.” Einzelgänger responded tonelessly, pressing a button that sent an electric shock through the camera. “Focus or you’ll never get done.” She added then, crossing her legs before pressing another button that started to leak gas. “Scratch that, focus or you’ll die.”
“YIKES!” Wolf shot away from the camera, quite possibly propelled by the shock and powered by adrenaline. Jolting back to the present after a flashback as shocking as the electricity, she involuntarily whimpered while standing and collecting herself. After a few curses beneath her breath, the woman cleared her throat and continued to jog through. “I’m not afraid of death, bu’ I’d rather no’ die here. So wha’ all is this? I mean, did you build this stuff?” She was about to touch something then reconsidered, given what had happened last time she touched. Pulling her hand away, Wolf instinctively patted herself down for a writing utensil, preferably one that would work on skin.
“Just focus on living.” She bypassed her questions, only watching with a smirk when the girl was hesitant to touch something else. “At this rate, we’ll be here for years.”
“Ya think time’ll pass slow when ya wai’ for me, imagine how slow i’ passes when you’re heart’s racin, blood pumpin’ and the fear’s go’ your adrenaline spiking through the roof,” she retorted. “Your sense of echo location’s been thrown off by a sharp ringin’ from a few heavy blows ta your cranium, and the bastard jus’ keeps comin’ back for more. Blind rage, my disembodied voice friend. I’ has the power ta slow down the universe, when it is your universe.” Wolf wasn’t quite sure what inspired her to blurt that out, other than the vague flashback running through her still reeling mind. Usually she wasn’t so forthcoming about that stuff.
“Livin’ is wha’ I do best, these days.” With that, she sped through the test, bypassing a couple things meant to be obstacles by free-running through the whole thing, then hopped into a lift. “Beam me up!”
“Press the button.” She flicked the lift on, now becoming fully functioning for further use. “Only forty-nine more floors to go.”
She heard the hum of technology booting up somewhere within the facility and felt the elevator power on, then saw the lights flicker then shine. “Lovely. Le’s go!” Perhaps a bit overzealously, she smashed the button with her knuckles and watched the doors shut, then waited quietly for the lift to... lift her. “This beam is sure slow.” Well. Almost silently. “Isn’ there a way to jus’ install one lift for all 50 floors? Tha’s so much more efficient!”
The woman was starting to wonder how truly dangrous this could get, but wasn’t really worried. She’d seen some shit, it oculdn’t be too much worse down here. Plus if she didn’t get home before the next century, Shilo would probably be a little worried. Not much, 100 years isn’t that long. All understatement aside, Wolf really was intrigued, and hoped to write something about this experience once she was done. When the elevator stopped, she slipped out and looked around.
i arrive at dorian gray’s home
prostitutes: armed men: murdered dorian: bored
i am forcibly removed from dorian gray’s home
OUAT fans of all ships, this is a test
Please reblog this post if you think Ruby Red Lucas is very beautiful.
Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?
I am a baby and need reassurance that I’m not being too pushy by asking.
