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[landfiill]

HEYHEYHEY

so i know this blogs been dead for a while, but i just re-vamped and made a new one! Please follow & Plot with me!

[landfiill]

HEYHEYHEY

so i know this blogs been dead for a while, but i just re-vamped and made a new one! Please follow & Plot with me!

[mischixvous-blog]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S SERIES - sentence starters

GAME ONE

“ Hello ? ” “ I know it can be a bit overwhelming. ” “ It’s kinda a legal thing. ” “ Now that might sound bad, I know, but there’s really nothing to worry about. ” “ It’s amazing how the human body can live without the frontal lobe. ” “ Remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. ” “ I’ve heard he becomes more active in the dark. ” “ You might only have a few seconds to react. ” “ I’m not implying that. ” “ I’m sure you have everything under control. ” “ Hey, you’re doing great ! ” “ Most people don’t last this long. ” “ Hey listen, I had an idea… ” “ It’s best just not to get caught. ” “ It’s been a bad night here for me. ” “ It’s me. ”

GAME TWO

“ Now I want you to forget anything you’ve heard. ” “ Some people still have a somewhat negative impression. ” “ From what we know, that should be impossible. ” “ Problem solved ! ” “ But hey, you have a light. ” “ You should be golden. ” “ You’re a natural. ” “ See ? I told you you wouldn’t have any problems. ” “ Kids these days just can’t keep their hands to themselves. ” “ I wanted to ease your mind about any… rumours you may have heard lately. ” “ It’s just all rumour and speculation. ” “ It’s really just a precaution. ” “ These things happen sometimes. ” “ No-one is allowed in or out. ” “ What on Earth are you doing there ? ” “ Didn’t you get the memo ? ” “ Just make it through the night. ” “ Save them. ” “ Help them. ” “ You can’t. ”

GAME THREE

“ I promise it’ll be a lot more interesting this time. ” “ We have to make sure everything works and nothing catches on fire. ” ” For now just get comfortable. ” “ We may have overdone it a bit. ” “ Some of this equipment is barely functional. ” “ I wasn’t joking about the fire. That’s a real risk. ” “ Follow me. ” “ I have some awesome news for you. ” “ Welcome to your new career. ” “ Accidents / injury / death / irreparable and grotesque maiming can occur. ” “ Remember to smile ! ” “ Do not breathe. ” “ Please try to maneuver away from populated areas before bleeding out. ” “ Don’t. ” “ Questions about appropriateness / relevance should be deflected. ” “ Then it’s your own fault. ”

GAME FOUR

“ What did he do this time ? ” “ Don’t be scared, I am here with you. ” “ Tomorrow is another day. ” “ He won’t stop until you find him. ” “ He left without you. ” “ If you run you can make it. ” “ Don’t you remember what you saw ? ” “ It’s too late. ” “ You know what will happen if he catches you. ” “ You have to be strong. ” “ You have to get up. ” “ Why do you look so worried ? ” “ Stop being such a baby. ” “ Why are you crying ? ” “ Be careful. ” “ Please let me out. ” “ I don’t want to go ! ” “ Can you hear me ? ” “ You’re broken. ” “ I will put you back together. ” “ Perhaps some things are best left forgotten. ”

[historymcker]

Put a ♪ in my ask box && I’ll make our muses playlist

Our song

Our first meeting song

Our wedding song

Our drinking song

Our battle song

Our smut song

Our ending song

(original;)

[lokigodof]

What was your muse’s first thought when they saw or met mine?

[eundum-deactivated20140520]

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[thexdevilxwithxn-blog]

eundum:

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[landfiill]

anyone up to plot? I’m making my comeback now.

[landfiill]

whiskyiisms:

      The memories were hazy back then. Most of the time she could barely remember if she’d even gotten out of bed for work let alone someone she had a drunken one nighter with. Somehow she remembered him though. Maybe it was his face or the way he said her name. The memories of that one night came rushing back quicker than normal all in the moment his hand wrapped around her wrist.

      It was easier to pretend she didn’t remember who he was. She often did what was easier, worry always keeping her from going too far out of her safe little box. She’d pretend to not remember the guy she never called, too much alcohol, too many faces she’d seen that way before. There would be some lie she could dig up that would cover it. “I’m sorry, do I know you or something?”

      sebastian slowly let her wrist fall from his, a deep sigh escaping him and a single eyebrow raising as he takes her in. "July 14th, about two years ago almost." he sounded pathetic. "we spent the night in my apartment, and i made you breakfast in the morning--and i like...i forced you pretty much to agree that you would call me later on, because i felt right when i was lying with you." now, one thing you have to know about sebastian is that he is not one to hold back what he believes needs to be said.

      he, on the other hand, liked the difficulty that came with being blunt and honest. he liked seeing the confusion on girl's faces when he looked them in the eyes and stated what he wanted to do to them--but for the first time in the long time, he wants to look devon in the eyes and simply say ' i want to see more of you. i want to take you out, in the weirdest way possible. '

[landfiill]

whiskyiisms:

      It was enough of a surprise to hear someone pulling up to that garage, it was a whole other surprise when the person instantly started to call for him. He stood up from the bench trying to figure out who could possibly be calling him. The face was familiar from the get go but he couldn’t place it just yet. Something told him that he should remember who it was.

      “Yeah?” It came off with more attitude than he intended but the day had worn through his usually friendly disposition. She didn’t look like someone he used to sell to, or someone who would come looking for money he probably still owed. Unless she was just the decoy. He had gotten to be suspicious of everyone these days. “Need some help or somethin’?”

      her smile faltered the moment he responded with a slightly cold tone. issy was quiet during school-- even out of school, truly-- but, she didn't think she was invisible. but standing here now, she realizes that's all she probably was to someone who was on such a totally different level than she was back then. so the petite blonde manages a tiny shrug-- "um, yeah."

      “she's been makin' some pretty scary sounds, 'n i'm actually starting my roadtrip today, and.." she gives another shrug; an arm coming up to grip onto her other arm. her smile is all but completely wiped from her face now; a concerned frown pulling at the side of her lips. "you and i were science partners all through high school," the smile came back for a quick second, but drifted away when her eyes fell back to the car, "but, it's okay that you don't remember, really. you were just the kid of my dreams back then." she gave him a laugh and another small shrug before her pale hand rest on the hood of the hoopty.

[landfiill]

kingsofqueenss:

“i’m sorry that i loved you.” she spat

“i’m sorry you fell for the ‘i actually care about you’ act.” he replied quickly, shaking his head

[plzstic]

send ur opinion of me on anon

[landfiill]

biipolarisms:

     he stayed quiet for a moment as she showed him, seeing that it was easier than he’d anticipated (now he just felt like a fool – especially seeing that picture of himself.) he was quick to hit the x button to erase the picture, but then let out a quick laugh. “i’m definitely not going to be sending horrific pictures like that to anybody, but – i think i’ve got it! you’re a life saver.”

     "sending ugly selfies to each other is a sign of true friendship." she states with a happy laugh, leaning back against the bench with a shrug, "hey, no big deal, yeah? you owe me. i'm going to get my tattoo in a few hours, and i wouldn't mind a hand to hold?" the blonde's right eyebrow quirked; desperation flooding her eyes. "it'd give you an awesome story on your snapchat."

[landfiill]

violentsiilence:

when he opens his eyes, he’s instantly met with his distorted reflection in the broken mirror. shattered pieces of it are peppered around the sink & on the tiled floor. a hiss parts his lips when he notices his hands— grip tight on the bathroom sink while more remains of the mirror were stuck in his knuckles. he did it again. he blacked out. pressing his lips into a firm line, he breathes out through his nose, slamming a fist onto the sink. profanities leave his lips in murmurs, blue hues trained on what was left of his reflection. when he hears the soft footsteps come into the bathroom, he panics inside. he doesn’t want them to see him like this.

she hated being alone at these parties. jersey had dragged her here-- but he was her best friend, so she really didn’t mind. when she had looked up from her phone an hour after arriving, although, he was no where to be found. the girl trudged her way up to the second level, her sapphire hues scanning the faces of the drunk teenagers around her. after pressing her ear to several different doors-- and hearing many things she wish she hadn’t-- she heard his voice; and concern filled her small being at the sound of the pain in his voice,                           “ ‘jers? its me, i’m gonna come in, okay?” and that’s the only warning she gave before twisting the doorknob  and sliding the door open slowly.

[landfiill]

biipolarisms:

     “okay, so – how the hell do you use this app again?” he’s asking, frustration rolling over him as he struggles trying to maintain hip with the times. “i don’t understand the point of snapchat. it’s like – ridiculous.”

     “you just...take the picture--by pressing the button in the middle..." issy leaned on her tiptoes, reaching over to press the button for him-- the picture turning out to be a straight-faced, frustrated 'selfie' of him-- "now, you decide how long you want it to last when you send it to someone. easy as that."

[landfiill]

whiskyiisms:

landfiill​​

       It was one of those days working against Quinn in every way possible. Nothing seemed to be going right and the damned tools were just begging to be thrown across that half empty garage. Quinn wasn’t mechanically inclined sure, but he had learned his way around the garage while he worked there. They never got much business there most days anyways. 

      In a fit of frustration he tossed the wrench on the bench and sat back against the fender of the useless car. “Piece of shit junk. Should just torch you…” He was actually threatening the car.

she hated this piece of shit car. it was loud, and when she started it, it made a noise like a cat was being strangled. so, taking a pause on her roadtrip, stopped at a mechanic to see if there was anything she could do to fix it. isadora hated this town, and she could not wait to escape. her life had been a downward spiral since she graduated, and this was her chance to get her shit together and leave. 

so here she was, pulling into the driveway of a small garage and being greated with an exhausted male with an all-too familiar face. issy was out of her beat up  '78 Brogham and moving to him in a heartbeat, “Quinn. Quinn Shot.” it was murmured with a hopeful smile-- her old lab partner who always made biology decent. not to mention the fact, he was always the most attractive boy at the school. 

[landfiill]

“no way.” sebastian leaned over from his perch at the booth, an eyebrow quirking at the girl bussing the table a few seats from him. it had been a bad night. he hardly remembered it, really, but he did remember the soft skin of a certain girl beneath him, and the soft sounds she had made when he dragged his lips across her neck, and how he had begged her to call him in the morning. the boy’s heart had never beat that fast, and even know; he could feel it again-- his cheeks flushing, his heart picking up its pace and his stomach curling into knots. she was walking by now, and before he even thought what he was doing-- his hand was wrapped around her wrist;

                       “Devon....you never called.”

[landfiill]

naturaldisastcrs:

kyle watches her as she tends to his lip, eyes never once drifting from the way her hair shines in the light, or how the smile she’s offered is more than enough for him to know she doesn’t believe him. something like hot wires tighten uncomfortably around his chest, and that’s when kyle has to look away. he doesn’t cry. he’s learned not to, learned to just channel those feelings into something else, but there’s something oddly intimate about the moment, something he can’t quite put his finger on, and he just — he knows that she knows, and part of him can’t help but feel ashamed about this. his jaw clenches, and instead he tries to focus on their breathing; the only sound that fills the room as they both wait for kyle’s answer. “it’s not that easy, is.” he wishes it was, though. he really, really does. “i’m still here. i’m here with you right now. i’m fine, yeah? i promise.”

isadora leaned closer to him, and she rest her head on his shoulder lightly; pulling her knees to her chest. the blonde turned toward the boy as tears pricked in her own eyes, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek lightly while her head pressed to his cheek. “you’re not fine. i know.” she hates the fact that she can’t be honest with him, and he with her. a small thumb ran over his cheek bone when she starts to cry against him lightly, “y-you shouldn’t..this, this isn’t okay, kyle.” the mop of blonde hair burying itself into his chest, sniffing and attempting her best to keep herself together--but kyle here was exactly who she was a year ago; scared, alone, and hopeless.