nessa vanderbilt

vanessa tiffany vanderbilt nessa, vivi, 24, schizophrenic indie oc rp, possibly triggering mun & muse are 21+

[emrysharkness]

   Emrys looked at her drawing as she did it and raised a brow. “Hmm, not sure about that,” he replied and gave her a smile. “This one is going to go up there all of the rest,” he responded and looked over at the wall, exhaling slowly. He licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck as there was a loud bang from somewhere in the building. It made him jump and shift against the wall.

[nessavanderbilt]

    Emrys jumped, Nessa reached out and hugged him. She pressed her face against his neck and inhaled sharply. "Its okay." She whispered. "It's okay." She repeated. She lifted her head and rested it on his shoulder. "Its just Doctor Merlyn and Ms. Merlyn." She shrugged her shoulders then hugged onto him tightly, like he'd disappear if she let go.

[emrysharkness]

   Emrys looked at her when she asked him that. He wiggled his fingers back at her. “I drew you one last time. You said you were going to draw me one this time,” he replied and smiled a little bit, looking at her. He paused when he heard someone screaming down the hall before turning his attention to her again. “Go ahead now.” 

[nessavanderbilt]

    Vanessa pouted up at him then. She took the pencil from him and stuck out her tongue before leaning forward and starting to draw, humming as she did. She missed her paint set. They hadn't let her paint in too long. She rubbed her eyes with one hand then dropped the pencil after roughly sketching Emrys' face. She leaned back next to him and beamed. "You're better at ittttt." She said in a sing-song voice.

[emrysharkness]

    She was one of the few people that he allowed to touch him; he hasn’t really enjoyed the human touch for some time now. “Well, did you scold it?” he asked her seriously. “Want to draw me a picture, Ness?” He reached for her and kissed her finger. “There — all better.” 

[nessavanderbilt]

        She wrinkled her nose. She smiled when he kissed her finger. She leaned against him, as she always did, (considering Nessa was the uber cuddly type), and smiled brightly. "Can I?" She wiggled her fingers at him. "Do you like my pictures?" She smiled even larger. "I want you to draw a picture for mee!"

[emrysharkness]

     Emrys was sitting on the floor, writing something on a piece of paper on the concrete. He looked up when she came into the room; he didn’t think anything of it, she did it all the time. When she shouted, he let out a sound and jumped a mile high. “Nessa — I’ve said no yelling.” 

[nessavanderbilt]

     She looked over at Emrys. Her eyes wide with the way he responded. She got up and flopped herself down next to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him. "The light hurt my finger." She muttered. She closed her eyes and let out a whining noise. "It hurt." She held up her finger.

[swiftnetwork]

[nessavanderbilt]

       Nessa crawled into Emrys' room. She crawled up onto his bed and curled up onto his bed. She turned over and reached out to touch the ligh in the room. She stuck her finger out to touch the light bulb, then yelped loudly when it hurt. "EMRYS!" She shouted.

[nessavanderbilt]

Fun fact, TAYLOR SWIFT STARTED OUT IN COUNTRY. DESPITE THE FACT THAT SOME/MOST OF HER LATEST SONGS ARE POP, SOME ARE STILL FUCKING COUNTRY. THEREFORE, SHE IS COUNTRY. GET OVER IT.

[daenerystargeryan]

Taylor Swift at the AMCs 2013

[nessavanderbilt]

           She curled up in her room. She turned herself on her side and buried her face against her pillow, after just being beaten around by some of the nurses, all she wanted to do was curl up and stay there, misery setting in.

[targeryans]

[brokensrecords-blog]

[nessavanderbilt]

          "LOOK AT MY HAIR GOOOOOO!!!"

[tayloralisonswiftdaily]

[theasylumrp]

    What do you do with the insane? The people who aren’t in their right mind, and may never be? What do you do with the Schizophrenic? What do you do with the children with personality disorders, the extreme autism? Lock them away and forget about it.

    Malivolus Asylum was founded in an attempt to help those who couldn’t help themselves, to medicate and control the ‘insanity’ of people who don’t think like ‘the normal people’. But where is the line drawn? What truly is insanity, and what is ‘normal’?

    While the Asylum was created to be positive, in the idea to help others - the staff that have recently taken over have opted to be anything but helpful. They torture, abuse, and use the patients for their own entertainment. While the owners, those supporting the asylum aren’t around, the staff play. The patients are fearful from day to day - hoping for the best, will they be saved from the terrible staff? Or continue to live in this hell? Welcome to, The Asylum.

[agoldentattoo]

[countrymusicfan-13-deactivated2]

Taylor Swift at the 2012 Ama Awards

[newtorks]