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“Yes, thank you for that… Fuck me. You didn’t answer the question.”

❛ I would rather pass, and you're on earth. Y'know, cos that's the only place you can be. In Europe, England? Are you high or something? ❜

#maestrx #{ v; da vinci }#axgustia #{ v; him }

lunahook-deactivated20160921

#terror & beauty.

maestrodartea

“Do I look fucking okay? Christ. Where am I?”

synthesiize

❛ No you're right, you look like shit to be honest mate. ❜

#maestrx #{ v; da vinci }

I WANNA MAKE A DONNIE DARKO THO!

#ooc

maestrodartea

”Well…. That’s completely unexpected…. What— Shit.”

synthesiize

❛ Uh. . . Are you okay? ❜

#maestrx #{ v; undertermined }

An orange glow was the canopy of the urban jungle that was the capital of England, London. The ambient noise of cars and the odd drunk was the only thing noticeable through the night's composure, and that was something that Ruben admired about the night, the peacefulness. And then you stood there, insight and lost. ❛ You lost by any chance? ❜

#mxltiply #{ v; hemokinesis }

gasolinx-deactivated20150813

synthesiize

so, there’s like a hundred of you fuckers which means it’s time for something i like to call logan being too lazy to do shit. basically, i don’t interact with the lot of you all that much (which needs to change like rn) but i still love u and want u to know that. follow forever’s always make me sad bc people always leave u out or something and ur just like why hyhyh so i’m here today to make a difference or like ??? idk make u smile or make u tear up maybe kill a prostitute what am i even——-

without further ado, i give u the amazing, the wonderful, the magnificent f o OLWLOWO FOREE VER

you guys are awesome. every last one of you. and you all deserve to be loved & followed forever. thank you come again.

( also u guys on the bottom are super cool i hate being put on the bottom like ” oooh last thoughts ” but u were my first follows so i love u )

#thank you boo

synthesiize

an indie oc. || mun has 4 years of rp experience. || nsfw/triggering. uses icons and occasionally gifs. || all writing styles welcomed. canon/oc’s welcomed. || fandom friendly. || selective. || skype available for mutuals. HOME || BEGIN || ASK || ART

#self promo

murderhxuse-deactivated20140902

❝Oh, honey. This was funny.. Now it’s just … boring.❞

synthesiize

❛ Wait, who are you? ❜

#murderhxuse #{ v; a h s }

unseenmockingjay

GIVEAWAY ;;

yes, it’s that time again where i am nearing my next hundred and i want to give back to you amazing people! as always three of you will win whatever graphic you want ; theme background, self promo banner, a url graphic, icons, hover-icon thingy or online/offline banners. what ever you want you get! all you have to do it like and/or reblog this, you must be following me and you must be a roleplay account. ends whenever i hit my next hundread!

theme backgrounds ; i / ii promo banners ; i / ii / iii graphic urls ; i / ii online/ offline banners ; i / ii icons ;

#giveaway

moonchildfromthespace

#terror & beauty.

[ scorpious ]

❛ How about you just shut your mouth and apologize instead? ❜ Scorpius glared at Ruben angrily, but shifted uneasily as the two stared each other down. He didn’t need any more trouble right now, and hexing him would get him into too much trouble to even begin to deal with.

❛ You wouldn't want to make a slyhterin apologise to one of their own now would you, when on earth has that ever happened in the history of hogwarts? ❜

Gentle sniggers left his lips as his fingers eased from his wand not intending to harm you, not today, but who knows maybe another? The reveal of his true house was intended to ease you as well as confuse you. Who knew why Ruben was truly a slytherin and why he claimed to be a Ravenclaw.

#scorpixsmalfoy #{ v; ravenclaw }

[ simon ]

Simon nodded slightly as the other got up to get himself something to drink, looking back down to his phone on the table for a moment before deciding to pocket it. It’d be rude to be on it in front of Ruben, in front of anyone really, doing the same with the action camera as the other came back over with two glasses. His brows furrowed before he looked back up to the man, nodding his head and smiling slightly in response.

❝ Thank you. ❞

His fingers wrapped around the cold glass, moving his fingers through the condensation and looking down to it for a moment. When the subject of his stunt videos came up, he looked to Ruben and nodded, bringing up the videos he saw of the other’s in his mind and replaying them.

❝ I do them all myself, actually. Strap the camera to a shoulder pad an’ start going from rooftop to rooftop. I film a lot, an’ I’ve more films on disk than I’ve uploaded — less than a quarter of my films are online an’ not all of them are of parkour. Just of different people. But I like what you do. The music videos are very creative. ❞

alcohol trickled down his throat as he gently knocked the glass back, it was a sharp taste but he got through it with a slight shiver that furrowed through his spine. when the words that proclaimed the super hoodie figure was indeed the shy guy, it was somewhat of a surprise that one could be so shy and perform such things. however it seemed rude to say that. ❛ shit, I didn't think it was you. don't take offence but you just didn't seem to be one to hop from rooftop to rooftop. but damn, you can run. where did you learn your craft of parkour then? cause it doesn't come naturally, surely? ❜ fingers motioned in a mexican wave like a manner, upon the wooden table, but as they did so they would get slightly stuck to the reminiscence of spilt alcohol and unclean tables. but what else would you expect in a cheap bar located within an estate like this? ❛ thanks, I didn't expect my music to be your taste. I suppose you're just being polite and well-mannered. probably the only cunt around 'ere who is to be quite honest with you, so this invisibility thing. you'll have to show me sometime. ❜

#vxilxd #{ v; hemokinesis }#this reply is repulsive #sorry #feel free to shorten it

inperfecti

Kyle’s brow furrowed and he watched the boy with that sort of look a dog gives someone when they’re scolded. It is a look of innocence— of confusion. Before, he wouldn’t have been able to hear something like that without getting all defensive over people who have hurt themselves, but now he was just silent. He’d done it once— there had been a scar on his lower leg from it. It had been after the first time his mother violated him, and he’d hoped that those who thought it released some kind of emotion were right.

They hadn’t been.

Now he no longer had that part of his leg— no longer had one of the scars that made him who he was— and so he even though he thought about the injury, he could no longer look at it. What he would see instead was the leg of one of his fraternity brothers who had skin that was more tan than his own and whose hair was darker. Kyle fiddled with the ends of his sleeves for a moment, a sigh leaving his lips. The witches and warlocks were ruthless sometimes. No one cared if they hurt someone’s feelings around here, and it made Kyle feel really rather uneasy.

“… You can’t… tell me? I don’t want… to do that.”

synthesiize

Eyes rose descended upon your body, from golden locks to pale skin, decorated with rose coloured scars. Whoever created, whatever created you did a sloppy job. But it's not like the warlock cared, you seemed to be the only one that he was able correlate with, the only person who could truly understand the twisted folded enigmas of terror and beauty in ones mind. ❛ So where is your girl, did she desert you again? ❜ Legs extended, taller than you now. Two pale fingers rested upon your pale skin. With a touch he could hear your heart pulsate vigorously in the atmosphere, and your veins becoming visible as the blood you owned begun to draw towards the warlocks fingertips. ❛ There's your answer. ❜

#inperfecti #{ v; hemokinesis }

inperfecti

synthesiize

Kyle has been the butler at Miss Robichaux’s Academy since the disappearance of Spalding was killed, and he’s quite good at his job. It’s getting better for him as far as speaking goes, but he likes being quiet so no one asks him about it. The kids are, for the most part, understanding about him, but there are quite a few of them who are a bit bitchy, to put things simply. They liked to torment anyone that they could, and while the larger scars couldn’t be seen when he was wearing his tux, the smaller ones on his fingers could, and they would ask him about them. He didn’t ever answer, simply going about his job in the way Spalding had. Despite being a complete freak, Spalding was pretty admirable when it came to the way he did his job. Protecting the coven was important, and Kyle knows it.

The school has grown considerably since Cordelia was crowned Supreme, and not only are there witches in these halls, but there are warlocks. It leaves for some interesting situations— as if the girls couldn’t be enough trouble on their own. Kyle doesn’t have much trouble out of the warlocks, and so he tends to linger around them more when Zoe isn’t around. It gives him a sense of brotherhood— the way his f r a t e r n i t y used to.

There is one warlock in particular who intrigues him. He has the gift of hemokinesis. Kyle is mostly interested in him because he’s unsure of whether or not he has blood coursing through his veins. After all, the pieces they’d used to bring him back to life had been drained of all blood. He didn’t really want the warlock to use his gift on him— the thought frightened him— but he was curious.

“Do… I have… b l o o d?”

synthesiize

warlock /'wɔːlɒk/

noun

a man who practises witchcraft; a sorcerer.

Ruben was never one to place himself in many social situations in school, and truly he didn't want to be there half of the time. Mostly because of the pretentious people, and everyone was dull. Nothing was exciting about being a witch or a warlock, and that was a fact. Although Ruben was the only one who was able to manipulate blood they way he wanted, the only one to obtain hemokinesis. It still changed nothing. He didn't obtain any other power, but Cordelia Foxx convinced the young warlock that he would soon develop other powers and that it only took time. He had no friends at school, and that was a choice that he made. He wasn't the sweetest boy you would know, but he was just down to earth. He spoke his mind and he did what he wished, that was it. You on the other hand, you were inimitable. You weren't a warlock, or a simple human being. There was something about you that could speak a hundred stories, the detailed scars upon your hands, and the heart that pulsated within the corpse that was you. ❛ Why don't you cut your wrists , it'll be easier for you. ❜

#inperfecti #{ v; hemokinesis }

schxzophrenicangel

He’s staring off into space, he’s listening to what the stranger has to say, his words spiraling through his mind. They made some sense, or maybe he was just confused as to what people truly thought of him.

Was he a psychopath? Was he normal? Or was he imagining the things people said to him?

He didn’t know.

“Beautiful? How so?”

synthesiize

Cigarette finally out, only ashes in the wind and litter on the ground. Emerald eyes would skimmer over your body like a stone did on the water, but soon drowned. You were a character in his story that wasn't planned, but maybe that was something that adorned his life.

Psychopath? Human? Isolated? You. ❛ If you're a psychopath as you proclaim, then your mind is beautiful. Able to create things non-existent, able to see what others can't. It truly is exquisite. ❜

#schxzophrenicangel #{ v; undertermined }

paradoxicalissue

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