Tonight there's a fire inside you (So let the flames begin)

my mother looks at me & sees my father’s mistakes (plural noun; fragmented families don’t know how to coexist). my father looks at me & sees everything i used to be (noun: innocent & soft hearted). my brother looks at me & sees the worst of my parents (verb; shaking, hurting, burning); he looks at me & sees the only thing in our family that might get out alive. i look at myself & see a monster (noun; blood hands & a venomous mouth & a failing heart).

[sterlingwarne]

ghculking:

“Or I could just give you a ride,”  Malachai offered, charitable as he was, sweetness practically oozing from his words. His signature smile was a nice cherry on top, only that this time it wasn’t as much faked niceties, but general amusement over the predicament the poor guy was in. “Everyone deserves a chance to sit in a proper car at least once.” 

Sure, he hadn’t exactly planned to share his baby on the first night they’d be reunited, but if that meant giving him the chance to make a fellow racer, a competitor even, as uncomfortable as possible, who was he to pass up on the opportunity? “What do you say? It’s a once in a lifetime kind of offer,” he pushed further, raised brows punctuating his words.

    he looked at the other man in a faux horror, the very idea of leaving his baby in the heart of the south side terrifying him. his car wasn’t the most inconspicuous, or the cheapest. the price was hardly the reason for his concern though, the real root of his concern came from the fact his heart and soul had been poured into every detail. “a proper car?” he scoffs in disbelief, slamming the hood down and hopping up onto to perch on the edge of the car. “he doesn’t mean that baby, you’re as proper as a car can get!” he patted the smooth paint work, the action almost soothing . “absolutely beautiful”

    “i suppose i don’t have much choice but to accept your offer, do i? unless i want to walk all the way home.” there is reluctance evident in his voice as he agrees, for multiple reasons but the biggest seemed to be a pulling up outside his family home with someone who looked like malachai. “how ever will i repay you? because i’m sure you expect some form of repayment. no one does anything nice for free”

[sterlingwarne]

offlcdged:

      At first it was random cords his fingers ran along before it turned into a song. One of his favourites to play. Electric Feel by Henry Green. It’s a fun tune to play and easy song to learn. Then again he is quite a good guitar player but he would never admit such a thing. He’d call himself decent at best. Along with his singing too. He’s doesn’t do much of that either. Here and there he would use his vocals but he left it mostly as lip singing. There’s also the fact that he’s playing in a park on the Southside. He wouldn’t sing if it means snakes would hear.

      the southside, surprisingly was where sterling preferred to be. northside always felt so false to sterling, fake smiles and constant facades. it was also much easier to score this side of the track, as the clear plastic bag tucked into the front pocket of his backpack proved.   the man caught his attention, the music cutting through the other distant sounds filling the park. “let me guess, you’re the prick who plays wonderwall at camp outs?” he questioned, eyebrow quirked upwards.

[sterlingwarne]

coreyxbcrton:

Corey was… slightly upset. It wasn’t the fact that he’d been awakened from his short, relatively early slumber by the sudden, jarring rapping at his bedroom window. Nor was it because he had no idea he was going to be receiving visitors at such an hour. No, he phrased his discontent as soon as he slid open his squeaky glass window, face slightly scrunched up as he spoke to the individual shrouded in shadow who had apparently couldn’t wait to get his attention for something, one of his hands rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as his voice croaked.

“Um… hi. What’s going on? And… why are you dressed so terribly? It’s cold out… you’re gonna get sick, love.”

A silent prayer was formed in the back of his mind in that moment, for the last thing he needed was any potential noise waking anyone else in the house.

      desperation, adrenaline, the slightest hint of fear - it all bubbled under his skin as he sprinted through the riverdale streets. during one of his late night walks he‘d come across a group of boys beating into someone. while sterling’s own moral were confused, he felt the urge to intervene and that’s what he’d done. now he had three boys chasng him though, and while he was quicker, he definetely was not stronger. 

      there was no way he’d make it if he kept running in hopes of reaching his car, and that could also risk damage to her if he was even a second too slow. so he took the next best STUPID option, turning the corner onto the next street as fast as he could to get out of their line of sight and frantically knocking on the first window he came across.

      he didn’t bother introducing himself clambering through he opening the second it was available to him and pulling the other boy to the floor to conceal them both from the thugs he could hear shouting on the street below. “hi, this is weird yes but please don’t call the police” he greeted through uneven breaths/

[sterlingwarne]

ghculking:

Sweet fucking freedom. One of those many things no one really seemed to appreciate unless they lost it for a while. And fuck. After months of juvie, Malachai couldn’t help but notice how sweet the night air of Riverdale smelled. Of all the things he had missed, the artificial neon street lights were definitely way up there. 

Number one was his car. Without a doubt. In fact, he was just on his way to pick it up, making his way through the dark streets by himself, gleefully appreciating how little had changed while he was gone. This was still his town. And of course, being the benevolent monarch of Riverdale, he couldn’t shake the need to help his people. Especially not when they were stranded on the side of the road, clearly struggling with their car. “Need a hand?”, he asked, the hint of a smile on his lips as he strode towards them.

      sterling warne cared about his car more than anything on this planet. she was in top condition. every night as he pulled into his garage he was quick to begin the dail check of everything that could wear down with use, in theory, she should never breakdown on the side of the road. except there was one thing he had overlooked, possibly on every check he’d ever done. the battery. 

      the sound of another voice approaching had him finally looking up from under the hood, gerease smeared hands resting on the edge. “not unless you happen to have a spare battery or a jump kit on you” he remarked regretfully, a heavy sigh leaving him as he did. he’d probably have to call for a tow truck to get her home and fix this problem. 

[sterlingwarne]

queenxfhearts:

All Cheryl wanted was a nice, cool bottle of cherry cola, her usual order at the diner and a good enough distraction from her mother’s business as any. Sadly, there was something about Pop’s retro atmosphere that seemed to attract all kind of shady folks once the sun went down and even this night did not seem to be an expectation. Tonight, however, did seem to be just a tiny bit special. At least Cheryl thought so when she spotted a person alone in a booth who might not have been a complete waste of space. In fact, the redhead figured she might just be able to get something out of this. And would she really be a Blossom if she didn’t at least try?

“Do you mind if I sit?”, Cheryl asked, a sugarcoated smile on her lips as she slipped into the booth, as usual not even allowing them the time to reply to her question. After all, their answer would hardly have stopped her. “Why don’t you let me buy you a milkshake?”

      a booth in the back of pop’s - it’s where sterling could be found most nights before a race. he was a creature of habit after all, and this very booth, laptop open infront of him as he rushed through homework due in the next morning . cheryl blossom, however delightful her presence may havebeen, broke that routine. he glanced at his watch, before letting his gaze flicker towards his screen in attemot to guage how much work he had left to complete.pwards to settle on the girl. “you were clearly going to take a seat no matter what i said, so why ask?” he questioned, deciding that the forty minutes until the race were enough to carve out ten minutes for her.

      he quirked an eyebrow upwards at the offer, he had just slurrped up the last of his mikshake moments before she’d appeared, so after a skeptical look thrown in her direction he nodded. “uh yeah, sure. i could do with another anyway. thanks”

[sterlingwarne]

ncrthernheart:

“It looks worse than it is, I promise,” may as well have been Archie’s famous last words lately. There wasn’t much else he could say about the bruising on his jaw or the swell of his cheeks despite his avid attempts to minimize the brutality of what he’d been claiming to be an emergency wisdom teeth removal. For the most part, that was exactly what it was.

Events as of late had been somewhat of a blur following the merger, of which had easily fallen to the back burner in lieu of Veronica’s family drama. Sitting next to the Serpents in history class had gone from marginally obnoxious to largely gratifying in the sense that at least, with enough supervision, the Southsiders invading their school bore less threat than unmarked food vans and black-hooded resurgence.

“I’m really beginning to think that purple’s kinda my colour, you know?“

      the discolouring was prominent, he could hardly be blamed for the way his gaze had snapped down to the mark almost immediately. his initial response was to scoff at the red head, the mark looked painful - although sterling had a low pain threshold and found himself wincing at the slightest of injury, everything looked painful to him. “i know this might come as a suprise to you andrews, but it is not the entirety of the town that spend every moment concerned about you and your wellbeing.- although, with a face like that, everything is your colour”

      there was a beat of silence as sterling reached into his pocket for the the cardboard carton, pucking a cigarette free and placing it betweeen his lips. “how’d you get that anyway? didn’t picture you as the fist fight kind.” he added cassually as he sparked up his lighter, inhaling a sharp drag of the harsh smoke.

[sterlingwarne]

below zero temperatures, a bottle of beer in hand. perched on the hood of his car while looking up at the pitch black sky. the perfect night. 

      everyone kept reminding sterling to stay indoors, respect curfew, how the town was more dangerous now. it didn’t feel more dangerous, it felt peaceful and calm; the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, the chill of cold air on his skin, the stillness of it all.  and even if there was a fear growing under his skin with every moment that passed, well this still felt a hell of a lot safer than the warne mansion was with his religious extended family paying a visit. 

      the idiocy of his decision hit only moments later, his heartbeat racing as he heard footsteps approaching. he always tried to be fearless, bury his emotions deep below the surface like his father taught him - if all else failed sterling could consider a career in acting because he was good at it now. so with one shaky breath, he managed to right his demeanor, taking three large gulps from his bottle of corona before beginning to address the approaching figure. 

       "i still think about the greek myths while stargazing, just the idea that you could impact the world so much that a god felt the need to put your image in the stars?” he refused to tear his gaze away from the sky as he spoke, dragging out his own paranoia in the process. “it’s a pretty cool idea, right?” 

[sterlingwarne]

Is that [ ELLIOT FLETCHER ] roaming the streets of Riverdale? Oh no, turns out its just [ STERLING WARNE ], the [ 18 ] year old [ STUDENT ]. People say they are [ CHARMING ], but from what Ive heard, they can also be [ VITRIOLIC ]. I wonder what it is that they are hiding.

so hello hi everyone i’m phe and i’m super excited to be here. this is my angry lil bean, and i love him. ive been playing him on and off again for a while  but he’s usually a uni student or graduate so i’ve never actually played him pre huge character building events in his life and i’m actually really excited to see how this works out. i’m rambling anyway, so i’m going to jump into actually introducing him but if after reading this long rambling intro you want to plot, just like this and i’ll message you or just message me and i have some generic starting points to expand on HERE

okay i will now shut up and talk about my boy

 He’s born to a wealthy family here. They are more neutral than anything, they didn’t mean to mess up their children but it’s the cliché of a father who works too much and a mother trying to find validation in anything she can which left sterling and his older brother left to be your cliché neglected trust fund babies.

The reveal that he was trans at fifteen was a blow to both of his parents who loved the picture-perfect image they’d built but slowly they educated themselves and accepted him for who he was and supported him through the beginning of his transition. He’s still the black sheep of the family but that’s more the constant comparisons to his older brother who is an accomplished doctor and not a lazy borderline drug addict who keeps fucking up his life so there is that??? anyone who knew him before fifteen would know he use to be amy but like PLEASE never refer to him as that i’m begging.

 He began getting involved in illegal street races last year and he’s damn good at them and rarely loses a race, and it’s kind of his addiction at this point, the thrill of going way too fast down a deserted road in the dead of night and getting a handful of cash at the end of is a plus.

He’s just an angry little bean half the time, always ready to throw a punch I apologise in advance but also super fragile and always contradicting himself with what he claims to want

okay but he doesn’t like people but if you bring him an iced coffee you’re automatically going to have him acting sweet

Lowkey drug addiction but that will be denied forever

 Super passive aggressive and sarcastic

Cares more about his cars then his friends, spends most of his time in his garage keeping her kept in pristine condition and working on mods.

Never leaves home without his notebook of hand-sketched car designs and engine specs and modifications and his LIFE basically

 He makes his own music but he doesn’t write, he can manage a few one lines but lyrics are not his things just bad ass beat drops.