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PSA; so i've been around but not on my emo af pretty boy with mental health and anger issues topped off with his own swear jar blog for a while now. i thought muse would come back for him but it hasn't. and while i still continue to think he might i just thought i'd officially put a hiatus notice until that time comes. i know i have drafts and i do plan to continue them until my muse for him returns. if not, there will be an update, i've also been considering deleting his account if the need does arise. until then i'd love to keep writing on @decrheart until i'm available to write again. 🖤

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[ofthclight]

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seesgood​:

She snorts. Already, she likes the youngest Harlow the best. If she’d gotten stuck with him, they could at least have gotten along. But — as far as she knows — she got stuck with the most volatile of all of them. Even what little she’s heard about Roman makes him sound like he’s at least charming in his complete awfulness. Still, she can’t bring herself to say that she’d trade. Zayden is growing on her like a fungus, like one of those flesh eating types that slowly kills you and drives you insane — but he’s growing on her nonetheless. 

❝ I’m gonna pretend there wasn’t some super obvious subtext in that comment, ❞  Caroline quips, narrowing her eyes somewhat playfully at Emmett.  ❝ And calm the devil? Seriously? I don’t think anything would calm him down enough to play nice with new friends. Maybe a snapped neck, but, then he’d just be worse when he woke up. ❞

"Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Care.” Shrugged to her retort about his subtext comment, unlike his older two siblings, he wasn’t as much of a professional liar as they are. “True, my sibling has his trust issues, even if their my friends, he’d be skeptical.” That was putting it nicely. Emmett always had a positive twist on things. “I can’t really blame him... but...” It would be nice if his sibling was opened to getting help with his trauma, although you don’t really find supernatural based healing trauma therapists around any part of the world. “We’ll have to think of something despite that.” A bright smile sent her way. 

A chuckle left him, “Yeah, violence tends to be more so his choice than if others did it to him. But I’m sure Evie can lend a few ideas and a helping hand. So in a way, we’re one step closer.” There was still the matter of keeping Zayden far away from here, it wasn’t like he warmed up to Alex just yet. “Well, we definitely can’t tell him to skip town, he’ll figure something’s up.” But it was the only place he figured Zayden couldn’t ruin their plan if he wasn’t nearby. Again, optimistic. 

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seesgood​:

❝ Oh, just that I promise any money I take will be from Alex and Alex alone. ❞  And she will make no comment or assumption about where Alex got the money from.  ❝ You’re turning a little red, by the way. You should probably turn the grump down a few notches. ❞

It wasn’t registering, he could be the smartest person ‘alive’ — or the dumbest at any given second. “Fuck off.” Groaned at her last comment, it wasn’t worth him wasting anymore time or energy on this. “Fucking tell Alex that too next time about my damn swear jar.” 

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stonedgilbert​:

“Hey, don’t steal my thing. I don’t have a lot of things going for me, get your own.”

"Not my fucking problem, asshole.” Took the whole bowl of french fries, while it didn’t taste much to him since he had dead tastebuds, it was worth it for his ridiculous reaction.

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plot: on his bloodlust kick but this time conscious of his actions

   His infamous smirk grew, it had another meaning now. Fully aware of his actions, of how the limp body he almost drained dried sat upon his lap. Carefully licked off the mess of blood from his lips. Hardly had any morals to begin with but his main rule he never broke was to never feed from a human  ( even if they begged him ). His meal plan used to be covered by blood bags, it wasn’t his favorite, but he got used to it. Since his bloodlust, everything changed. Usually lost control, went feral, this time he was conscious. It was a new experience for him and he was having the time of his life.

   “I thought I was fucking done with you.” Dramatically sighed. If he hadn’t made it clearer before, he blocked all ties he previously had. Recently preferred company of Roman lately — the first hint something was wrong since he disowned him a century ago. Normally couldn’t stand to even be in the same room with his brother, much less same state, as him.

   “Guess you can’t take a fucking damn hint. I’m turning over a new fucking leaf to something better. Now leave before I fucking make you.” Threatened, dark gaze shot their way. Any and all traces of the Zayden they knew weren’t detectable anymore. Someone who wasn’t as close with him wouldn’t have noticed the subtle changes.

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plot: his instant healing abilities stopped working due to a severe injury

  Firmly pressed his hand against his wound, winced from the immense pain, “—Fuck off… it’s not… that fucking bad…” He huffed to the other, if it wasn’t, he would have completely healed by now. One of his many perks to immortality. Silently freaked out which could easily be read by those few who knew him too well.

  Concluded it must be something that prevented him to heal, something specifically made for his kind, “Fuck!” Squinted in pain, forced more pressure on his wound which grew worse. After a century, he had forgotten what pain felt like, maybe experienced it for a second if he was lucky. Never was it excruciating for this long, “—What… the fuck… is wrong with me??” Wearily interrogated, shoulders tensed, scrunched expression met their gaze.

[markedcnes]

       shoves my opens at you 

[butchfagminotaur]

i'm both dumber and smarter than you think so don't underestimate me because i'm actually smart about a lot of stuff but also don't be surprised if i'm dumb about some other stuff hope that helps

[baddingtonbitch]

emo drag king named Evan Essence

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                     @seesgood​

    Played music in the background as he cooked. Sweet and savory aroma filled the air accompanied by his rare humming. All of it was to annoy her like usual which boosted his mood. This time he had Sweet Caroline on repeat. A classic. Planned all of this for her arrival, “Bowl or plate?” Casually asked her as if everything was normal. 

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stonedgilbert​:

“Hey, don’t steal my thing. I don’t have a lot of things going for me, get your own.”

"When the fucking fuck did you claim eating as your damn fucking thing???” Took a french fry and chopped on it for emphasis. Just to rub it in his face more. Kicked his friends leg as he sat across from him.

[stonedgilbert]

@markedcnes​ , buffoonery starter call.

“I can consume food, okay. Hire me.”

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"—The fuck you think I can’t?” Scoffed, “What the fuck do you think I am?”

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   Snatched the others fist just before it made contact with his brother, Roman. A small sigh of relief left him, barely noticeable unless they knew him well enough. Despite disowning his own brother, it had been engrained in his head since he was a kid to protect him. It was an instinctive reaction, even if the other meant well, to put harm in Roman’s way was unspeakable. Fierce, sharp glare made sure that message was sent to the other.

   An awkward tinge at the corner of his lips, slightly tilted his head, the other was about to hear a lot from him, “Back. the. fuck. off.” Warned, swiftly moved closer, the other’s fist still locked with his tight grip, “We’ll. fucking. talk. about. this. later. Got it?”

[bifl3xible]

I could be sad about it, or I could take ten shots and pretend it never happened

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plot: your muse and zayden running into the person who forcefully turned him

  Pinched the bridge of his nose, frozen dead in his tracks when he felt an unwanted presence, narrowed eyes. Rarely was in his relatively good mood, and to run into the person who made a deal with his disowned brother who forcefully turned him would easily flip a switch on him. Even more so being in a public, crowded place on purpose enraged him even more, hated the fact he had to be careful and that she had planned it. For years, he attempted to bury his deep connection with her, an unlikely feeling other vampires had with their sire.

  She rose from her seat, hands upon the table, “—It’s Zayden these days, isn’t it?” His entire body tensed once she spoke, hardly acknowledged her comment, “Why don’t we catch up? Would love to meet your… friend.” She sent them a warm smile.

  “Drop dead.” Mused with a roll of his eyes, ready to breeze past her until she grabbed his wrist, despite her appearance she was older than she seemed and much stronger than him.

  “Amuse me.” She challenged, harsh gaze met his. She was one of the rare few that could stand up to him and live to tell the tale.

  Reluctantly obliged but declined her offer to sit, tension filled the whole restaurant, “You don’t have to stay for this shit, y’know.” Suggested to the other who came with him while he shot daggers at his sire, his intense gaze never drifted.