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tony - 17 - nowhere. you'll never be loved 'til you've made your own. [ indie oc rp blog. ]

[forcemeadowarchive]

                                indie. non-exclusive. selective obi-wan kenobi,    based mostly on the PREQUEL MOVIES/CW series & the ROTS novelization.

                                                       written by NOX.

[immortalisvita]

When you see him your eyes widened he looks awful crimson blood here and there, you take a deep breath and exhale through your nose, your nerves have calmed down a bit. You walk over to him and kneel down. “Hey Tony.” You say a small smile on your lips, not a happy smile no, a sad one just from looking at him you know he is in bad condition. You look down at the ground like it’s so interesting, you just can’t look him in the eyes, you don’t even notice that you are biting your lip so bad that it’s bleeding.“ Can you drink?” You ask while opening your bag and pulling out one of the cold water bottles, twisting the top off and handing it to him. You have another idea in mind on how you can help him but you don’t know if that’s the best way to go.

[nigricant-blog]

---- The look on Nep’s face tells you just how bad you must look. Like death, likely, and you choke on your own bitter laughter. You had it coming, this is fate; how many did you kill and how many did you not care for? Perhaps the cold God your dead parents preached of really existed and now... Now this was your punishment for carnage. 

     Nodding at her question, your shaky hand goes for the bottle and you bring it to your lips. It’s good, drinking water, but it hurts despite the fact it washes away the blood in your mouth. You give the bottle back to Nepeta as soon as you think more water will be damaging and curl up a little. “How bad do I look?” You laugh while you speak, shuddering a little, sounding weak. 

[heroes-get-made-deactivated2022]

Shout out to people with persistent nightmares, night terrors, insomnia, sleep apnea, disorders that disrupt slumber, and any other condition that makes sleeping difficult. You know the true meaning of being tired, and you deserve a good night’s rest.

[no1zy-deactivated20180815]

@nigricant pls dont die i love u ):

[nigricant-blog]

im onr hunftrf percent sure u dont love me but thanks 4 the messge

[immortalisvita]

The worry and anxiety feels like it is eating you from the inside out, you are so worried about that boy. As soon as you tell him you are on your way you practically jump out of your chair and head towards the closet in the hallway, opening it you grab a bag and start shoving health supplies in it until it’s full. Swinging the bag over your shoulder you run down the stairs and head towards the kitchen to the fridge, pulling that door open you grab three cold water bottles and do your best to fit them in the bag. You need to hurry go faster go faster go faster your mind is only thinking about getting to Tony, leaving the kitchen and making your way to the transporter you step on it and type in the coords he gave you as soon as you press enter you were there.

[nigricant-blog]

In your end, you are just sitting against a wall, in a calm little street of some serene neighborhood of a greater city. Your breathing is erratic and you feel pain every single time you inhale or exhale. A part of you regrets allowing Nepeta to come for you, given you are quite sure this is way too serious to be fixed with common aids. Holding onto your stomach, you let out a small whine, biting your lower lip.

You’ve always wondered what death really felt like but now you aren’t sure if you really want to taste it.

When the troll appears, you look at her with glazed eyes, your appearance dreadful -- paler than your usual, your lips devoid of color, your skin colored by a glistening coat of cold sweat. “H-hey, Nep.” You force a smile, but it’s hard to be convincing this way.

[nigricant-blog]

sadly i gotta go 2 bed bc its 4 am and all, but i’ll try to be on kik even tho i doubt tony will be in a good shape 2 reply to things. i’ll be back tomorrow 4 sure.

[no1zy-deactivated20180815]

wait. wh at

[nigricant-blog]

i’m dying and you are cute, c ongrsts (:

[immortalisvita]

ok thank you im on my way

[nigricant-blog]

a alright. 

[immortalisvita]

we dont know unless we try will we? just let me try I will figure something out you are going to bl33d to death if I dont do something now

[nigricant-blog]

alrig ht ok ill j ust [crds.txt] there y ou go 

[immortalisvita]

I can’t sit back anymore I don’t care what happens let me help you please

[nigricant-blog]

i dont kn oow what can help dude i dont know im just bleedingou thahah

[immortalisvita]

tony for fucks sake you are not doing well

[nigricant-blog]

iii really am not but idk waht can be done at thiss point

[nigricant-blog]

like shit dudde is there how to calculate how muchblood somoene can lose before they die??? of bloodloss

[ext1049]

[twee-lil-paws]

I, too, would like to sleep for nearly 3 months without stop

[nigricant-blog]

ok i  t hink im fuckedhahahah

[nigricant-blog]

ii. settlement;

---- The boy slowly gets up from his placement amongst grass and moss, needing support from his hands to straighten himself up. Heaving slightly, obsdian eyes lose themselves in the landscape while his brain works on where to go. Target locked on a random big city that comes to mind while he surveys this planet, he dematerializes, body undoing itself into specks of dark energy, as per usual.

      What is not usual, however, is that when those specks come back together to form one single being, the body formed feels wrong. Placing a pallid hand over his stomach, Antóine grits his teeth. Pain -- sudden and acute, it rips through his torso and it feels oh so unpleasantly warm. It feels like being cut in two, probably, and he wonders for a brief moment if this is what his many victims felt before dying. Thick liquid coming up through his throat like bile, he coughs and coughs again, lithe frame shaken by the violence of the action. When it’s over, he breathes in with difficulty and shudders, holding himself together by pressing his back against the first surface he finds.

       Opening eyes he wasn’t aware that were closed, he looks at his feet and there it is, there it is: blood. More blood, plentiful and dark, and the pain does not fade away. Grasping onto his shirt for purchase, he wheezes, tasting his own life on his lips, little drops of himself seeping away from his grasp. Free hand sliding over the closest wall, warm against his hypothermic fingers, he realizes how serious of a situation he’s been sucked into, all of a sudden.

       Anthony Archambault can hear the soft, deceiving steps of Death coming for him now, and while a small part of him is terrified, the most of him only deems this as ironic. Cruel deaths for cruel men; fitting, wasn’t it?

[craigslits]

[nigricant-blog]

ok you know what im gonna go get shit wrecked even if im allwrid and lighthraded, thats what im best at