down on my luck.

" one day you'll realize that i was the f r e s h air before your final breath. "

[ohmaybc]

i don’t even think anyone would remember this blog or if anyone still rps but i miss it here...

[ohmaybc]

well... after a year i may try making a comeback on here, just highly selective and on a new blog... possibly. i’ll keep u all updated. 

[ohmaybc]

write with me

hit my line bby

[ohmaybc]

why havent you come back?

well... it's been such a long time and i never intended to wait this long before explaining everything especially since there's really not much to say. i got caught up with school, and usually i make some kind of resurgence over my summer break but my nursing programran over the summer this year and i was able to graduate in august finally so that's something huge off my plate.at this point i don't see myself coming back because i've been out of the loop for so long. i've lost all of my partners, i feel like i've lost my muse for the characters on this blog, and i'm still busy working and finishing up some stuff before i start my bachelor's program so. unfortunately i don't think i'll be coming back. i wish i knew who this was because all of this information is not to say that i don't think of all the amazing ships and partners i've gotten to play with are forgotten. i think of you all quite often and my days spent rping here are met with fond memories. i just think i've been gone for too long.

[ohmaybc]

i miss you

it's likely that i miss you too. i never made the post that i intended to make explaining where i've been and why i haven't come back and i'm sorry for that but i still have the app on my phone and i still miss everyone here so. reach out to me. i don't know who this could be, but. 💖

[haenels]

[ohmaybc]

@aquiverre

[ohmaybc]

Jeremiah doesn’t really have sex dreams, his mind is filled up of much more important and fantastical things. He smiles as Simon laughs, liking the way it sounds and the way it looks on his face. It seemed so innocent, so pure, so real. It was a change from how he was being with his date. “Nah, I’m not mad.” he brushes it off, finding himself moving closer too, “It isn’t like… I mean it was only a one-night thing… right? Guess it doesn’t really matter.”

     simon hummed as his smile widened on his features, noting the way the other drew closer even in their solitude and proximity. “i don’t remember that being a part of the deal... i mean i didn’t sign a contract... did you?” the smaller boy was still cheeky, and ever-playful as he continued to tease the other slightly. his feet carried him closer at a steady pace, no quicker than the other’s as they drew nearer and nearer. “why does’t it matter?”

[ohmaybc]

         she is not afraid of his pompeii. it’s beneath his fingers but it’s been residing her rib cage for as long as she can remember. and it feels like being around his is setting it off. or something is going off. this is what mating calls of animals most feel like. a gravitational, natural pull towards another of like species. no knowing. purely instincts. this isn’t simple lust. doesn’t think a quickie in a closet or in the back of a taxi could fix her in. something is running wild in her. and she’s having trouble thinking of anything else but fucking him all night. and then some. 

and under all that heavy lust, is something else entirely. but she doesn’t even want to begin to process it. she knows herself too well. she’s got habits and she’s got rules – most of them go hand in hand. and they might be as natural as the animal urges towards him, but they were set long before he was around. at least, that’s what she thinks. 

she tries to stop herself. not as much as she normally would with someone else. but when he asks her to come to him, she disintegrates idea of clipping this moment before it really takes flight. and she moves in close again. snuffing out most of the space so there’s more room for pompeii like destruction. “—come to me.”

     their baiting was intended to be light but there was nothing easy about this interaction. anvils rested in his chest as he felt heavy, he felt so weighted in this situation. he couldn’t shake from it. this fate-like feeling that was unlike anything else. she’d stood out in a crowd, she’d lured him in as he’d been doing the same to her and was sprung. he wanted her deeper than he knew. a desire so deep it filled his veins and made his skin burn in the cool temperature of the night.       he didn’t wait for another come on, he didn’t want to play cat and mouse. it felt like two sharks circling one another, this feral feeling in his gut that lead him to her. it was only a few steps that closed the distance between them fully and he backed her up further with ease until he was crashing her back against the red brick lining the back of that old church-turned-cesspool. he didn’t kiss her though, not yet, but brought himself in close. the clouds of his hot breath transpired between them as he looked into her eyes, watching her mouth all at the same time as he felt crazed around her. he felt insane to be in so deep to someone who’s name he’d only just learned.       they were speeding cars playing chicken with locks on the steering wheels. like a bad game on the saw saga. but he wanted to crash. seven lingered a moment longer though he was sure he’d only been against her for a moment when he locked their lips together, feeling their anatomies melt and join as he used one hand to grip the back of her head, trying to guide her impossibly closer to him as though they hadn’t just come together. the only word he knew in that moment was more. more, more, more. 

[ohmaybc]

          a playfully punch is set right into his arm but the eye roll is nothing short of aggressive. sometimes she doesn’t know why she thought this was a good idea. running around like bonnie and clyde with him ( minus the violence, at least on his part ). in that moments of doubts, she’s usually annoyed with him. with or without proper reason. she can be mad at him for nothing at all. but the tension is never as thick as it could be. ian got it worse with her. he didn’t get playfully punches, he got nose bleeds trying to stop her with his mind to stay put. maybe seb is one nose bleed away of going away, too. and she knows this but her vicious behavior isn’t controllable. she’s got an aged temper. “maybe i should drive. i’m the only one who’s been to the moon before.” but she climbs into the passenger seat. knees leaning on the dash as the rest of her leans back low in her seat.

     once she was settled into her sat, he shut the door and hustled around to the other side of the vehicle before sliding into the driver’s seat and taking off. the blond shook his head as he watched the sun setting in the rear view mirror, casting an odd, orange light on everything around them. “you can drive tomorrow morning, how’s that?” he told her, not bothering to look in her general direction as he focused on the entrance ramp and got them back onto the highway, speeding off towards their destination. he stayed quiet for a moment, but there had been enough silence on this trip so far. he wasn’t one to pry and truth be told he didn’t even want to ask but he needed to. or at least needed to try. the only thing that filled the silence on this trip were discussions of next pit stops or choirs of moans and creaking hotel beds they occupied. “how long have you been running?”

[ohmaybc]

    another day. another shoot. another dollar. this was all very routine for the model and that didn’t necessarily mean it was a bad thing. it was a job she was familiar with and apparently extremely good at, so what did it matter if things got a little tedious from time to time? wasn’t that universal? the only thing that kept her entertained throughout the day was — no, not the blaring pop music that played throughout the studio — but her manager, seven jameson.     dawn was touching up her makeup with a ring finger when she heard the familiar voice sing throughout the room, and just like clockwork a smirk rose on her delicate features. “you tell me,” the brunette countered, rotating herself in the swivel stool to face the bombshell business woman. “photographer seems to like me, but then again, who doesn’t? said i’ve got the face that could be on any category magazine.” 

     she’d probably never admit it to anyone, but dawn wasn’t only her favorite client because of her worth or her bookings - but because she could see precisely why the entertainment and modelling worlds both loved her. she was fun. she was exciting, there was never a dull moment. there was something foreign and exotic about her look that was so welcoming and warm at the same time. and that little smile she flashed in her direction? cue the cavities.       “as much as i wish i could dash your ego just a tad, i’d have to agree with him,” the brunet replied as she looked down at the watch around her wrist. “they’re running a tad late but i can’t blame them for that. that’s just how it goes sometimes. but it’s going good, i’m sure they’ve already got the perfect shot from you, they just need to be sure.” seven looked down at the girl and reached over closer to the table where the make up artist stood nearby. she grabbed a gloss and began to dab it onto the girl’s lower lip to add a bit of extra pout as that seemed to be the look they were headed for. dewy. and it looked damn good on this bronze goddess before her. her index finger bounced softly on the girl’s lower pillow, and sev bit down on her own bottom lip in concentration before she moved her hands away. “alright.. thoughts? what are you gonna need after this is over?”

[ohmaybc]

              “you know burden of title but you have the privilege of a man that i will never know. ” it’s not enough for him to share his dislike for the whole charade ( though highly uncommon for a man not to want to be king and in that he does earn something ) . to understand her on a profound, deeper level, you’d have to understand the role of a female is heightened like the role of a man’s. there’s so much more he can do then her. he’s flexibility is envy worthy. she’s not sure about him. fast, he appeared to be different then the others, but it’s noticeable the way he was raised. 

“i’m not a person to them. but you are.. i don’t want to be a mystery. i want to disappear.” that idea goes against half the antics she does that flourishes her in attention. at least that’s the obvious given take of it all. but she does those things for something else. and at the very least, it wards off some suitors not readied for a princess liked to a fox to lay with. “i want to act on every instincts and never burying one of them.”

it had occurred so gracefully that she hadn’t noticed that he picked up his pace and she’s following him now. not that he’s terribly ahead of her. they’re almost as close as they were by the window. “do you know what it’s like to ignore you’re animal instinct in something? to not pounce?” 

     there she went again, catching him totally off guard. she was a kind of princess he had yet to encounter. she wasn’t sugary sweet, nor was she merely out to set her world on fire in a blaze of passion and desire and ultimately watch it fall to ashes. she was grounded, she knew what she wanted and unfortunately for her, the royalty wasn’t what she desired. but it wasn’t something she could so easily escape.       “you and i don’t have a solid grasp on one another. i will admit that i see the privilege i possess as a man. it’s easier for me to escape. why do you think you’ve not seen me until today? hunting trips. though truth be told, i don’t rightly care if we come back empty handed. i’m not in it for the hunt, i’m in it for the solitude,” he told her, releasing a sigh as he continued to traipse into the night with her following in tow.       seven slowed again, walking side by side with the brunette in the dim lighting casting in all directions around them through the foliage overhead. he wanted to listen to her more. he wanted to remain idle. “i do. i think the worst part is the variance in the things you can act on or avoid and the things you can’t. privilege invokes both sloth and pride one in the same.” he turned his steel gaze back to her and watched her face for a moment. “accompany me then. on a hunt. we don’t have to hunt. but come with me. escape.”

[dvffy-a-blog]

                          who fucking cares about ivan duffy?

[ohmaybc]

@ghostsofchristmas

        malik sat there and waited, getting on his phone and simply scrolling through his social media feeds before the other male quickly returned, eyebrows were raised as he chuckled under his breath at the words that followed. ❝ that was really fast honestly. but yeah, let’s get going. ❞ he replies as he shifts the gear to drive and pulls out back onto the road.

     stacey chuckled again at his own lame joke and settled into the passenger seat. the rest of their drive flew by and soon they were lucky enough to pull into one of the parking spots lining the beach side. the male hopped out of the car again and left his other items in the back seat before moving onto the sidewalk to wait for the other to join him. “doesn’t look totally overcrowded today.... maybe we can find a good spot.”

[ohmaybc]

tyler could feel the wetness from between her legs from the thought of her roommate touching herself in the same room as she was. sure, this had happened before but she never got ‘caught’ in the situation. “couldn’t sleep?” she murmured, trying to play dumb as she shifted slightly to look over at the blonde. “maybe, a little. but since i’m already awake. maybe we could tire each other out?” her tone was somewhat innocent, just testing the waters to see if the other would budge on her suggestion. 

     the air in their room seemed to thicken from the tension between them, even in the short distance between their beds. looking at the expanse of their room now, she should have known better than to try something like this as many times as she had. then again, maybe she wanted to get caught. who knew? the blonde sat up a bit more in her bed, letting the covers fall to her lap to keep her exposed half covered as she looked at the brunette. “i like the sound of that... what do you propose?” scarlett arched a brow as she watched the other, not wanting to jump the gun in assuming the other’s mind was as twisted as her own. but the thought of tyler tangled up in bed with her had definitely crossed her mind while she’d been fucking herself - why not?

[ohmaybc]

[text sent to: parky-park.]

PARKER: Lucky for you i'm about to pull into your driveway.

PARKER: Door open?

ELOISE: i'm very very lucky, daddy

ELOISE: yes, just for you. ♥

[ohmaybc]

SANDERS: i’ll take that as a compliment SANDERS: hm, okay. noted  SANDERS: fuck the notebook??? take that back right now SANDERS: i actually love the notebook SANDERS: fox and the hound’s still a tearjerker though

SCARLETT: “noted”... SCARLETT: so formal with me. SCARLETT: i will not take it back! it’s good but in the entire realm of movies? SCARLETT: not even top 100 for me. SCARLETT: that’s honesty.  SCARLETT: what makes you love the notebook?

[ohmaybc]

          biting hard at his lip to fight back a grin, he joined rauri in dropping against the mattress, curling his hands against his chest with his fingers lacing together. “oh!” ivan barked out a laugh, tipping his head back. “that was so good– you really hurt my feelings.” hardly, but stroking rauri’s ego took absolutely nothing.

     ruari beamed, grinning uncontrollably as he remained sprawled out on his back on the mattress. laughter spilled from behind his lips as he found the other boy’s company infectious and he was only ever full of joy when around the other. “the truth hurts, love,” he tried to cover though he wasn’t truly trying. somehow each dash to the other boy’s ego only seemed to swell it further. it was kind of frustrating if it hadn’t been totally adorable.