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❝ Just leave me alone, will ya? ❞

#hemlock grove rp #opentvdrp #opentwrp #open rp #indie rp #[ starter. ]

studxmuffin:

❛ I don’t know what your talking about! Lay off the ear I kinda need it! ❜

❝ I am talking about how Scotty McCute is a freaking furry-ass werewolf. I'll let go when you stop lying to me, Stilinski. ❞

#studxmuffin #v; teen wolf #[ she's like cut the crap boy. ]

studxmuffin:

❛ What are you talking about? I don’t know anything! ❜

❝ I know about Scott. I know what he is, so tell me...what the hell is up with this town? ❞

#studxmuffin #v; teen wolf #[ poor bby haha. ]

xmutinous is now pinkiism

#[ psa ]

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open

❛ Would you ow. Would you please let go of my ear! ❜

pinkiism

❝ Not until you tell me what the hell is going on! ❞

#studxmuffin #v; teen wolf #[ oops poor stiles. ]

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#[ no ones exception ]

( ofloneliness )

❝ Excuse me, can I help you? ❞

#ofloneliness #[ thanks for the follow bby! ]

The pinkette took a pull of her cigarette as she leaned against the makeshift chairs that she and few of the other so-called rejects of Hemlock Grove High School made when they claimed under the bleachers. She turned to notice someone who seemed a little out of place.

❝ If you know what's good for you, you'd leave. This isn't your scene, sweetheart. ❞

#opentvdrp #opentwrp #hemlock grove rp #indie rp #open rp #[ starter. ]

iohai:

it takes her a moment to figure out that this woman is speaking to her, & even then her dull & heated face, forced into anger because she can hardly make sense of the markings, remains in that position. she looks back down at the papers, taking in a deep breath & letting it out in an audible sigh.

❝—- fortunately for me, then, i wasn’t trying to make art. it’s just some scribbles i —❞

well, that’s not something she’s going to try to explain.

As the punk looked up from the papers to the woman she took in her angered expression, she assumed it was because the artist had insulted the marking upon the pages. Her green hues looked at the lack of humans around them. As she took a drag of her cigarette she looked back to the brunette who didn't bother explaining the story of her scribbles or why she was analysing them like the pinkette did with her art work.

❝ You seem to be looking at them rather hard considering they're 'just some scribbles'. ❞

#iohai #[ my muse just faded but i was rewatching hemlock grove so it's back! :) ]

rudepixie

pinkiism

This is the most punk Christmas sweater ever

#[ wardrobe. ]#[ i could so see acacia wearing this during her punk days haha. ]

dcstiny-blog

+ xmutinous

the paper in her hands is held firm as she looks down at it. the only thing on it are a few sketches & scribbles, but she’s staring at it in public as if she can actually read it. a few seconds glance at the paper & she’s looking up at the scatters of people. her eyes zero in on a passing woman — hopefully she won’t notice.

pinkiism

The pinkette tie-die maxi skirt blew in the gentle breeze that often surrounded the town she was so desperate to escape. Her cigarette was burning as she noticed a load of sketches on sheets of paper in front of a woman. They weren't exactly the best of sketches but they were fairly decent. The punk-styled teen could've done better, in fact she knew she could. Art was her passion, it was as it it ran through her veins but it didn't the only thing that ran through her veins was a weak mother and a cowardly, alcoholic father..

❝ You know, if I knew nothing about art...which unfortunately I do, I would have said that those drawings were, uh, rather good. ❞

#iohai #[ thanks for the starter. i missed you. we rp'd on you other acc before my haitus. ]

so i know i haven’t been on in like over a month but i promise i will get back on soon. i found a newer and easier way of watching tv/movies. so as soon as i get my acacia muse back from watching glee and hemlock grove s1 bc tbh i miss you guys.

#[ ooc ]#[ i miss you guys too much . ]

canibale

you’re a beautiful dark angel

#[ no ones exception ]#[ season 1 ]

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Malia knew that Acacia thought she was familiar with a few famous people, but after all the coyote didn’t know how to explain this to strangers; what happened eight years ago to her and if she was honest she was lucky if she could keep the supernatural away from a while.

“Cool. Uh, I don’t smoke, but since the first two periods are maths we..I can simply skip them, right?”

pinkiism

So first she didn't know who the celebrities she shared her last name with were and now she didn't smoke. The only other person she knew in Hemlock Grove who didn't smoke was Letha. Acacia ruffled her pink locks and chuckled. Malia did, on the other hand, skip certain classes like she did. They both skipped maths, it was a boring subject that wasn't needed. Maths were only needed if you wanted to win a fields medal which Acacia didn't.

❝ At least you skip classes. Don't worry, I skip Maths all the time. C'mon come keep me company. ❞

#werkojote #[ i've seen 1d twice as well. bc i went to their tmh & wwa tours and 5sos opened for both :) ]

pinkiism

"i'm moving in"

pinkiism

dcstiny:

Home was where Destiny loved to be when she wasn’t doing anything social. Just as she always was — body curled against the side of the couch. Usually, her eyes were open, focused tiredly on the television — this time, her laying afford her no leeway to keep her eyelids open. They were, instead, shut loosely. Ears turned to every little noise around her: the floor below, quiet laughter and a ‘thank you very much’ every so often: likely to a customer who was not just going to use the product for anything MEDICINAL. The entire town of Hemlock Grove could be called recreational.

The familiar voice perked her up only slightly. Blinking her eyes open, the medium took a moment to glance around. They — she — must be outside the door. Carefully, she stood, stretching each small limb and trudging towards the door, drowsiness set in her eyes.

Her slow mind took a LONG moment to register who it was that stood outside her door, in tattered clothes and a look so sad and weary that she just knew she was affected by the tragedies in town. She herself was affected, though inadvertently — soon after all the deaths, Peter and Lynda had left town: had RUN, just as she’d wanted all along.

§— “Acacia, right? Come in — I wasn’t — I’m not busy.”

It wasn't like the pinkette wanted to just turn up at the so-called witch's apartment but honestly she had no other choice but to ask to stay with her. She'd lost her bed at her own home and she refused to stay at the Godfrey's house especially when they were separating. Acacia was a survivor and sometimes surviving meant asking for a little help and Peter had told her to approach Destiny if she needed any help since he had left after her best friends death. As she heard the door peer open, the teen looked up from her chipped black nails at the brunette female. The female offered the so-called witch a small hopeless smile. It was like she was a little girl who had lost her parents at a supermarket. How the hell was she going to focus on college if she didn't have a home? Her rebellious attitude had proved to be her downfall but then again, her nature had not been her fault. Acacia shuffled back and forth on her worn out boots and looked down at her bags and then back at the female who had looked like she was comfortable a few minutes beforehand.

❝ Uh. Yeah. Thanks. ❞

'Nice and social, Acacia.' She thought to herself as she took the female's offer and picked up her bags and walked over the threshold.