the wordsmith

DARK days in the summer. A million ways to tow the line. Can't wait holy mother. Might as well be the seventh son. Ooh, it goes hand in hand with fear for the afterlife. Ooh, how can we FIGHT it? Fight it if we don't even know why?

[bethxbenton]

“My head is a mess. I feel like I’m spinning I don’t know what to do,” the girl breathed, the panic clear in her voice. “I feel so torn… and so confused. And it won’t stop. This feeling won’t stop,” she held her head in her hands, tears pricking her eyes. 

[ofpentopaper]

“Like-- like a migraine?” Victor laments with the other in sympathy. “Or... anxiety, perhaps? I-I don’t want to diagnose you, I mean-- I just wish I understood  more.” A beat. “If...it makes you feel any better...” His voice lowers to a mere murmur before he sheepishly admits. “I suffer from it. B-But you’re strong, Beth.” 

[ofpentopaper]

YALL!! i got a contract with the agency! im so freaking HAPPY!  on another note, I will be replying to more fullmoon starters tomorrow and might be up alllll night coz i so hype over all this amaziing stuff going on but YEAH!

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ladyxclaudiax‌:

Claudia’s eyes watched the man in a mixture of annoyance and interest. His nervous ticks may have been endearing… though she found them rather off putting. Too sickly sweet. Too fragile… but utterly fun to mess with. “Look at that smile,” she said, leaning forward to straighten his tie herself. “Darling… if darkness scares you, then you’re in the wrong town.” Her eyes flickered over him. “Imagine being in a time with only candles and men had to learn how to use a sword… sweetie, you are too precious.”

“W-What’s that supposed to... mean?” He inquires, brow knitting together. “Sure it’s a bit, uh... quirky... but-- I find it to be pleasant.” A brief pause. “W-Well that...  was hundreds of years ago. Gee-wiz... I couldn’t imagine living six hundred years in the past. Surely, I’d have been dead before twenty-five. Heck, even... younger? No matter-- ‘least we didn’t  have to suffer through it.” He chuckles a bit, twiddling his thumbs.

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ladyxclaudiax‌:

“Do not worry yourself, dear,” the vampire smiled, though her eyes held her usual mischief. “Hmm, I can tell. So nervous,” she patted his cheek gently. “You do not like crowds?”

Nervously adjusting his crooked tie, Victor nods in agreement-- he should enjoy the event. That is, until she’d mentioned his lingering nervousness-- causing him to blink thrice behind his spectacles. Now, as a hand draws close, he finds himself resisting the urge to take a step lean back in avoidance. However-- he takes the nonchalant gesture from the brunette, a crooked smile forming upon his features, brow furrowed with a single laugh. Victor then clears his throat and parts his lips to speak-- though his voice cracks. “No, n-no... I just, uh...” He murmurs, trailing into silence for a moment as he shakes his head. “I try to get home before the sun’s finally headed down... I-I’m a bit.... paranoid, if I’m being honest.” A beat. “I think I’m just, uh-- adjusting to the whole-- big city mentality.” 

[ladyxclaudiax]

“So who has no humanity and plenty of imagination? Me,” the vampire giggled, glancing around her. She was proud of her party, there was not a thing out of place. “Maybe I could mess with that cute little couple over there. Drama.” She lifted her drink to her lips. “Kidding. Welcome though, darling.”

[ofpentopaper]

“No humanity...?” Victor narrows his eyes in confusion. “W-Well-- I’m more of a, uh... guy that avoids conflict.” He chuckles nervously, gazing about the manor with doe-eyes. “Thanks... I’ve gotta’ admit, though-- I’m-- a bit out of my comfort zone, here.” Of course, nightfall had always been something the lanky bespectacled man had deftly avoided; but this would be a good way to meet more people.

[ofpentopaper]

hey rp fam! c: big news. i am auditioning for a bigger agency tomorrow for my acting career and wowee im super nervous? i JUST got my sides TONIGHT??? I have literally tonight and the morning to memorize this crap and ugh im so nervous so keep me in ur thoughts??? basically, won’t be online til tomorrow night. <3 bless up

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natbenton‌:

“The pleasure is all mine.” She chuckled softly, walking into the shop. She moved her blonde locks behind her ear before looking at the other, giving him way to come into the store. “Oh, I see. Well I know I’ve got a few pots here and there, but I think I do have a wider selection. I can go look in the back for you. I think I might have some Aztec or Egyptian ones lying around somewhere.” She hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember the last place she saw them. 

Victor follows her inside, expression softening as his eyes wander about. “Sounds interesting.” He takes a few steps toward a display, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers and craning his neck to take a look. “How... do you get your hands on all this kinda’ stuff?” He murmurs as his gaze wanders. “I mean-- I’ve been to my fair share of... antique shops... conventions... but I’ve, uh...” He straightens his posture and slowly turns to face her. “Never seen an individual owner with-- this-- many bits and bobs.” He offers a crooked grin and exhales through his nose. “Impressive, really.”

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natbenton‌:

Natasha smiled softly, nodding her head.”Alright, only if you’re sure then.” She hummed, her heart finally beginning to slow. The girl let out a light laugh, nodding her head.”Of course, Victor. Plus, what kind of shop owner would I be if I didn’t let one of my favorite customer’s browse privately.” She teased, picking out the right key as she turned herself around and walked to the door. “Is there anything specific you’re trying to find? Or just taking a look, because I do have a whole new collection I just got in.” She noted, looking back at the other as she pushed the door open.

“Your favorite? I’m honored. Truly.” Victor glances down at the pavement for a moment, smile playing upon his features. Adjusting the strap to his messenger bag over his shoulder, he follows her toward the door. Giving a light shrug at her inquiry, Victor narrows his eyes in thought. “Hm. I was really quite interested in, uh... getting some pottery. I’m sick of staring at the plastic that my house plants were bought in, and... well...” He trails off quietly. 

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arinthedark‌:

Aria listened, although she felt like she had a ticking time bomb in her back pocket. “You almost sounded convincing in that response.” She joked, walking backwards on the beach. “Me? I am… fine. I’m always up to something, i’ve always got… a plan.” She sighed. “Maybe i should teach. I could do with a whole summer break.” 

“Very funny.” He exhales through his nose, a bit of a crooked grin lingering. As she begins to walk backward, Victor casually follows, allowing there to be more space between them.  “A plan, huh? What, uh... what kinda’ shenanigans are in store for today, then?” A pause. “Well-- aside from the ten hours trapped indoors.” Victor shakes his head  with a small laugh. “N-No, no... believe me, you’ll spend the remainder of the year pulling at your hair.” 

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natbenton‌:

Natasha realized who it was rather quickly, and in turn felt even more guilty as a small blush ran over her cheeks. “Oh, Victor. I’m really sorry, I just didn’t even know anyone was behind me.” She hummed softly, playing with the keys in her hand, trying her best to hide the rush of blood to her cheeks. 

His question made her look back at the store, nodding her head. “I am, but I can open up really quick if you’d like to browse for a second.” She offed, pointing towards the door. “I mean, I don’t have much else to do, and it could be my way of apologizing for being so careless.” Her blush had slowly began to find, but the thumping in her heart was very so still prominent. 

“No need to apologize. It’s fine, really. No harm done. I should have... spoken up.” Victor offers her the kindest of smiles, clasping his hands together. He raises his brows at Natasha’s offer. “Oh? Are you certain? I-I’d hate to keep you.” A beat passes as his gaze wanders to the door, and back to the blushing blonde. He clears his throat before speaking. “Well-- if you wouldn’t mind, then-- I’d certainly appreciate it.” 

[natbenton-blog]

Natasha stood at the door of her shop. She had closed it down for the day, just wanting to give herself an off day. The girl smiled at the building, proud of what she had built.. A soft sigh left her lips as she turned, running straight smack into someone. She let out a small cry of shock. “Oh, my god, are you okay?” She asked quickly, looking at the other. “I didn’t hurt you right?”

[ofpentopaper]

With his glasses in hand, Victor’s left squinting at blurry passersby as he gently uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe off a faint smudge on the thick frames. He manages however, to avoid running into anyone-- or anything-- by taking careful, slower steps. Just as he ambles toward the storefront, he begins to make out a figure with blonde hair just before slipping on his frames. He parts his lips to speak, though nothing comes out as the woman before him turns. Instead, he’s met with Natasha’s shock.  “I-- I’m alright.” He chuckles with a bit of a furrowed brow, taking a small step back to maintain his balance. “No! N-No, not at all. I, uh--” Victor uses the knuckle of his index finger to adjust his specs. “I was just stopping by. Are you... closed?” 

[humorblr]

#on a date

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arinthedark‌:

Aria smiled, recognising the man from the coffee shop. “Hey… yeah. I’m Aria. I remember you. Are you settling in okay?” She tilted her head, trying her best to be welcoming and nonchalant. From her memory he was human. But who knew if her memory could be trusted. 

She looked out in the same direction he had glanced, before returning her eyes to him. She nodded. “Yeah… just like a morning walk before my shift. See the sunlight before i’m inside for 10 hours.” 

“Ah, I suppose so... I mean, yeah. What can I say? I’m, uh-- really enjoying it here.” He nods, a crooked grin forming upon his features. “Gotcha’... Thank god for summer break, on my end.” Victor exhales, brows raised as he gives her a once over. “How’ve you been, though?”

[arinthedark]

Aria held the necklace in her hands, she was no witch. But she could feel the power from it. She couldn’t quite bring herself to slip it around her neck. This one movement… it could change everything. It could change the very core of who she was. She didn’t know if she was ready. She didn’t know if she ever would be. She hadn’t told anybody about it. As soon as Cailan had brought it, she slipped down to the beach to use it. She wanted to be somewhere private. Somewhere she could cry if she needed to. 

She hid the necklace as she heard someone approaching, although any supernatural being would easily sense the level of magic held in her back pocket. “Out for a jog? Or a walk… or whatever healthy people do at this ridiculous time in the morning huh?” 

[ofpentopaper]

Victor hardly expected to come across anyone this early in the morning-- and yet, here he is-- treading closer toward a figure near the shore. As soon as he’s close enough to recognize her, he offers a kind smile, calling out. “Aria-- right?” A brief pause ensues as Victor tucks his hands into the pockets of his fleece.  “W-Well, yeah. Kinda’. Always been a bit of a, uh... morning bird.” He chuckles. “You, um--” Victor glances off, squinting at the sunrise fr a moment before allowing his gaze to return to Aria. “doing the same, or...?” He trails off a bit sheepishly. 

[ofpentopaper]

hi, hello, wowee. it’s 1am and im ready to write tbfh so hit me up if you want to plot!!!! i’ll be posting a starter and replying to some soon. 

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purelymotherana‌:

The smile on her lips was just a little more genuine, he was very sweet, and it was nice to see it in this town. “Just a mind blank, I get them too in my old age.” She confessed, laughing softly. “You know, maybe one day you’ll learn my secret, not today though, today I’m making sure it remains a mystery for you.” She said, a soft laugh coming from her. “Anyway, if you keep complimenting me like this my head will most definitely swell.”

“Your old age-- if you say so--  but I’ll have to kindly disagree.” Victor can’t help but smile at her laughter. “I’d, uh... rather not spoil the fun in the mystery.” He too, chuckles softly. “Well, we can’t have that happening now, can we?” Victor offers her an apologetic smile as he adjusts his glasses with nimble fingers. “It’s just difficult not to, is all.” He admits with a gentle shrug of the shoulder. “I’ll do my best to, uh... to reel it in, though. For your sake.”

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theoldhenrikson‌:

Tomas sighed, gesturing towards the door and holding it open for the man he was now reasonably acquainted with. “Ah well, you know how small towns can be. Cost above sense i’m afraid. Although i am pleased to say nobody has gone wandering off of the cliffs lately. However, I suppose that would depend on your definition of lately.” 

Feeling slightly unsettled, Victor clears his throat and averts his gaze. “Well-- what’s your definition of ‘lately’?” He inquires, stepping through the threshold of the door.