Take Me, Break Me.

Noah Wisehart||19 Student & Mechanic.

[victoriabouvierarchive-blog]

"Please, you have a ‘part-machine’ type tattoo." Victoria shot back. "They’re roses, by the way." The long tattoo was one of Victoria’s favorites and the biggest on her body. She’d got it for her twenty first birthday and she had yet to begin regretting it. "And to answer your vaguely misogynistic and misinformed question: no, I don’t have a ‘tramp stamp’. Do you?”

[noah-wisehartx]

"It's still a flower." He pointed out, shaking his head. "And I'm an enginerring major. It's a bio-mechanical tattoo, sweetheart. Not some cheap, funky nonsense just drilled into my skin. It means something. And now, I don't because I plan on having a whole back piece when I get the money and the time." He replied simply. "Tell you what, I'll stop being a misogynist ass if you let me buy you a drink."

[evangeline-abrams]

B U R N // Noah & Evangeline

[evangeline-abrams]

Evangeline dug her fingernails into the skin of her palms, letting out a shallow, shaky breath. “Fuck off. Nothing’s wrong with me. Why do you think this is your problem?”

[noah-wisehartx]

"... Sorry sweets, but the second degree burns in your arm would probably beg to differ right 'bout now." He shot back. When she asked why, he sighed. "Fucks sake. I don't like help either, but there you were in the shop. Takin' on my own worst enemy. Well guess what, short stuff. Clearly you are your own worst enemy. So fucking talk. What's the matter."

[evangeline-abrams]

B U R N // Noah & Evangeline

TRIGGER WARNING: Self-Harm, Fire (starter under cut)

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[noah-wisehartx]

Noah wasn't sure of a lot of things. He wasn't sure of himself, his future, his life even. But one thing he was sure of was that sickening smell finding his nose. He went searching for it and when he found the person doing it to herself, the same girl who'd helped him with his father, he stood there for a moment in disbelief. At her shout, he blanched but shook his head. "I'm not fuckin' going anywhere. The hell is wrong with you?" He demanded.

[isadoragreene]

"Well, you can’t exactly help it, can you?"

[noah-wisehartx]

"Well if you try hard enough, you can. There's plenty of ways out the revolving door. I just hope it's interesting."

[anastasia-cohle-deactivated2014]

Asia rolled her eyes before she folded her arms over her chest. “I just don’t see the point in them. They’ll fade away over the years and when you get older, they won’t even look the same as they do now.”

[noah-wisehartx]

He sighed. "You'd have to get one to understand. And have to find something you give a shit about."

[victoriabouvierarchive-blog]

"Whatever." She replied, not in the mood to argue. "Fine." Victoria lifted up her shirt, showcasing the quote on her right ribs. She turned so that her left side was facing him now and most of her floral tattoo that ran along her rib cage to the bottom of her hip bone was able to be seen. She pulled her shirt back down. "I have two others as well. Happy?"

[noah-wisehartx]

The laugh the left him at her display was loud but he didn't mind in the least. She was pretty easy on the eyes, despite her attitude. Then again, he never really gave too much of a shit about attitude. "A girl with a flower tattoo. Paint me surprised." He mused, sarcasm dripping. "Yeah, I guess. Wait, is one a tramp stamp?"

[erin-walden-deactivated20141106]

Erin didn’t mind the display. She wasn’t exactly a shy person, and the stares were ignored. The brunette studied his tattoos, more like admired them, and eventually pointed to her favorite, “How ‘bout… What about that one?”

[noah-wisehartx]

He chuckled and looked it over fondly. "I'm Greek. I believe in what the Greek's represented when they were a powerhouse of elite forces. I believe that Spartans were God's among men for having to participate in the Agoge. And I respect where I came from." He offered, grinning at her. "So.... got ink?"

[isadoragreene]

"It’s not art — And you know how when you get old and your skin gets all saggy, your ‘art’ does as well."

[noah-wisehartx]

He chuckled and shrugged. "No one said I ever planned on getting old in the first place."

[victoriabouvierarchive-blog]

Victoria rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say I didn’t like tattoos. I have like four of them myself. I just said that yours are pathetic and stupid.” She glanced at his tattoo. “Point proven.”

[noah-wisehartx]

He watched her roll his eyes and found himself grinning. "Simply because you don't understand or appreciate Greek heritage doesn't mean someone else doesn't." He murmured. "So let's see yours."

[erin-walden-deactivated20141106]

The two strangers had been talking off to Erin’s side - with her not paying much attention. However, when a flash of skin and ink appeared, the brunette couldn’t help but to cut in, “Tattoos are totally art. Do yours have any meaning behind ‘em?”

[noah-wisehartx]

When the girl interjected, agreeing with him, he couldn't help the small grin that found his features. "Depends on which one you want to know about." He offered. In the midst of the crowd of people, he had no shame left in him. So he peeled off his shirt, exposing all the ink in his skin for the most part. "Pick one."

[noah-wisehartx]

Headcanon: A few of my favorite things.

Noah has quite a few tattoos. Some show that he's much more respectful of his ancestor's than one would even begin to believe. Others for his passions. His two most notable tattoos are his Spartan Warrior for his greek heritage, and his Bio Mechanical tattoo for his love of engineering. On both ankles, to honor his greek heritage just a tad bit more, he's branded himself with the Wings of Hermes, his favorite God among the olympian's aside from Ares, naturally. Just above his waistline, right on his hipbone is the word Adventure. His love for all things wild may have spurred this. Next comes his tribute to his Native American Heritage, a Wolf's Paw Print with the words: "For the Forgotten." A respectful tribute to those long past. And finally, the two bands on his upper right arm, simply because he just wanted to. 

[noah-wisehartx]

"Seriously... You don't like tattoos..." He asked, almost in disbelief. Having no shame, he lifted his shirt, exposing the many designs on his chest. "You can't tell me that's not art..."

[tsarchived-deactivated20150713]

Terra watched closely as he worked at her phone. She was awful with electronics, and frankly, she didn’t like machines all that much. Some were convenient, granted, others just helped humans in their quest for ultimate laziness. “Thank you,” Terra said, “And I will, once there is absolutely no more hope for this one.” She took her phone back and turned it in her hand. It’s been many years with this little gadget, and she felt attached to it; silly. “What was it you said about computers not being your forte?”

[noah-wisehartx]

He locked eyes with her, giving her a look. "They're not. I'm more into motor vehicle electronics." He replied. "I hate dealing with cell phones and computers. It's not what I wanted to get my degree for because I hate phones and computers. They make people sit in their houses all day when there's real freakin' work to be done."

[bartoneve]

"The fuck you’re doing? I mean- what? The fuck are… um… I’m fine how are you?" 

[noah-wisehartx]

[aurorabatealis-deactivated20181]

"Nice to see you again, tall, dark, and handsome," Aurora replied back, taking his arm with a smirk. She reveled in any sort of compliment, but especially when it came from someone cute. “For the record, though, I would never rip someone’s head off at a party. Nor would I ever rip someone’s head off in general!” A lie. He should have seen her during a rage spiral.

[noah-wisehartx]

He laughed as she took his arm, taking a sip from his drink. "I don't know about that, darlin'. You look like one of them fire types my Moms always warned me about." He teased, leading her to the bar, prepping himself yet another drink. "Can I interest you in some booze?" He asked looking over his shoulder. "Or is tall, dark, and handsome drinking by his lonesome?"

[abel-ginzburg]

            Looking at the computer coming back to life, Abel gave a little scoff of wonder. “This is a new low for me, I’ll admit. Lets not tell anyone about this, huh?” He snickered, looking over to Noah sheepishly. “You’re welcome, by the way. For fixing those complex technical problems on your computer.”

[noah-wisehartx]

Rolling his eyes, Noah pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Yeah... Yeah absolutely. Thanks." He muttered, logging in. "So, were you here for get your car fixed, pick up a car, or just to be entertained by my absolute fucking idiocy?"

[abel-ginzburg]

           Giving a slight laugh, Abel held his hands out in defeat.. “I’m as bad as a grandpa about machines and the like. I just wish I could help out more —” Abel leaned around peer behind the computer, seeing something. “Uh, should that cord be plugged in, its just laying there?”

[noah-wisehartx]

Looking round the back, his brows knit together and he grit his jaw. "Tell me two heads were not this stupid." He muttered to himself, plugging it in. As the monitor beeped back to life, he stood up, arms folded over his chest. ".... Fuck me, man. Seriously."