𝓗𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣𝔣

PSY●CHOM●E●TRY   the supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them.  [[indie oc rp please read rules]]

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[thesonsandtheheirs-deactivated2]

Noah’s smirk could only grow wider as he listened to the other male. The growl and the scowl doing little to discourage him. “How about this then, grumpy pants… You let my buy you a drink, give me your name, perhaps… And I’ll get off your tail?” For now at least… He added mentally.

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“I don’t drink.” He insisted, brow furrowing as his voice dropped into a rougher tone. Devon couldn’t discern what he had done to warrant the other man’s persistence, but his wolf was beginning to display its irritation. He wasn't certain if he could keep it suppressed for long. "So you might as well drop it."

[pettythieveswithpotential]

She scoffed. “Kai’s a pacifist.” At least usually… She’d seen him make exceptions where Ara was concerned. But Vivian was easily more qualified to handle this. “Besides, I’m still taller than Ara.” Not that it mattered much when the rest of their friends were all around 6’. Being both small and the only women ever around the warehouse were pretty solid bonding points for the two of them.

“Plans are overrated. If you plan too much and it gets messed up, it’s a lot harder to adapt.” Vivian’s ‘plan’ was always just wing it. “But I’m guessing you didn’t do a whole lot of research on Ara’s friends, did you?” Which was fair, given that they hadn’t told Ara anything about their pasts.

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"Being taller than someone that small isn't much of an accomplishment." He grinned, finding her spirit somewhat amusing--she had yet to try his temper, and the wolf couldn't help but wonder if she had a bite to back up her bark. 

"I find research to be overrated," The man divulged, dark eyes stuck firmly upon the woman before him. From the way she posed her question, Devon could only surmise she had a surprise she'd been withholding. He'd have to drop his curiosity in lieu of staying alert; this woman couldn't get between him and his quarry.

[singersonlydaughter]

“Is it selfish to keep you alive for the better of someone else? I  think it would be rather self-centered if I was the one to take  your life simply out of blind vengenance. Besides, if there  was someone who would like to do the honors, I’ll place  my money on it being Ara.              You’re not going to guilt me into killing you.  I’ve seen far worse than you, Pup.”

“–And to answer your question, a death suiting to you takes time to formulate.”

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“We both know the little mouse is far too meek to kill someone in cold blood. Even if I described to her what I did in full detail— even if I let her see the memory of the night I killed her mother, watched as she bled out—she wouldn’t be able to touch me. Isn’t that the way you raised her, after all?” 

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to formulate a “suiting  death”. You seem to be rather incompetent. I assumed  whatever you were searching for would be found by now.” 

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[thechildrenoflores]

The wolf gnashes her teeth at the other, one last threatening warning growl vibrating in her throat. So he didn’t want to play nice, huh? Good. Neither did she. Thorn leaps at the intruder, snapping sharp teeth and scratching with claws as soon as she’s close enough to possibly hurt him. She was starting to hate the Rowan boys. One was a killer and a jackass and the other took her brother away from her. Yeah, she had a lot of anger to get out, but if there was one thing Thorn was good at it was funneling her rage into fighting. She was a good fighter, could even kick her brother’s ass in human form and had done so several times. Like hell she was going to lose a fight to this bastard. 

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The wolf twisted at the first sign of movement, his enemy’s teeth and claws just barely grazing at his fur. His ears were pinned tightly against his skull as he scrambled along the ground, searching for a purchase so he might be able to turn the fight back on her. He’d been hoping to avoid detection until he had been able to achieve some real damage, but now he was praying the other wouldn’t be able to soundlessly alert the whole pack—he knew his strengths; he wouldn’t be able to take on numerous wolves and an alpha. Snarling, he crouched into position once more, awaiting another attack. 

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“Y’look like ya got beat up, mate. Need some ice for that?” Tristan asked, looking up from his sketchbook at the man. Tris held his book to his chest and looked warily at him, unsure of what he would do. “How’d you end up like that anyways?”

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“I don’t need ice.” His lip curled back in a snarl as he steadily eyed the other, displeasure clearly written on his features. “I got in a fight. And I won.” The wolf was quick to wipe his fist across bloody stains on his face, spitting onto the street with disdain. “Anymore questions?” 

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[sherlock-and-his-hedgehog]

He has been through the fire, and what fire does not destroy it hardens.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via demonbitch)

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Xara - Death

Send me a ship and a one-word prompt and I’ll set a timer and write a drabble in exactly five minutes. No editing, no re-reading, I’ll just post it.

She hated staring at the grave—she’s spend hours beside the grave, trying to discern the hard-packed earth from the boy she’d come to love; hoping that her steady gaze might somehow be able to pull him from his eternal bed. It never fully made sense to her, she could never understand how a small patch of earth could come to represent one person, how she was left with only a memory and a cold stone that proclaimed he had been a beloved son. 

Ara fell to her knees and began to tear at the grass in her anger, desperate to get to the wolf, desperate to know he hadn’t purposefully left her alone—her fingers clutched roughly upon the sheets beneath her skin, eyes flying open at the new sensation. With a half crazed laugh, she realized she’d been entrenched within another nightmare, her own memories playing tricks on her. 

The boy was beside her, safe and sound. 

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Remember

If I ever misread something in our thread and reply wrongly because of it; Tell me! 

If I ever fail to give you enough information to inspire your reply; Tell me! 

If I ever use a trigger word or event you feel uncomfortable with in a thread; Tell me! 

If I ever write a reply below my usual standards; Tell me! 

I am only human and will make poor decisions, forget information and struggle with things. If I can fix it I will. I love my threads and I love my RP partners. 

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little things that make me fall 4 people

having a nickname for me (not necessarily a mushy romantic one) 

using my name in conversation 

complimenting something I’m not super fond of about myself 

sending me pictures of stuff that reminds you of me 

listening to my music

recommending music to me

picking up little phrases I use and starting to use them