#aussiearson

[iwant-to-live]

“ now i know better; everything’s a living nightmare. ”

MARKIPLIER’S FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S SERIES sentence starters.

“What do you mean?” Kara looked worriedly at her friend. Until now, he seemed pretty pleased with his life. At least, she didnt give him any reason to doubt it (other than the whole coming from Australia thing). Now he was starting to open up to her more, and it was scaring her. 

[anathesniper]

“Are you talkin' to me?”

“I was, but were you listening?” 

[ridesagain]

💝

The Meme For People Who Love Happiness [x]

4. your muse tells mine ‘i love you’

           ❝ …right. ❞

Junkrat had the weirdest sense of humor sometimes.

[embrace-tranquility]

@aussiearson "As much as I recognise your genius, I would prefer it if you would remove the mine from my back."

[golden-masquerade]

☹

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured.Tw for possible blood and gore! Please be mindful of your partner’s possible triggers that might only apply to a couple of these.

13. Dislocated elbow

“AHAHAHAOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!” Mal cried out after she took a trip and fell on her right arm. “OW OW OW F$%^& F$%^ING F$%^&ER SON OF A W%^&*! I THINK IT’S BROKEN!” The fall wasn’t too bad to the average eye, but landing and skidding on her elbow did dislocate it. There otherwise wasn’t any visible damage.

[awkward-chemist-blog]

The art of bombs - Closed Roleplay

      Bronwyn staggered down the sidewalk, looking very worn, as she carried her multitude of books and supplies on her way home from class. She had no money for the bus and it was a long walk through downtown Sydney to her apartment. She silently cursed herself for not paying to stay in the dorms.                                                 -*-                                                                                                                                   It was the scent that caught her attention in the first place. The scent of ash and burning carbon. The police were huddled, looking lost. Several officers were herding people away from the rubble screaming that there wasn’t anything to see. Her curiosity led her to notice the various aluminum shells and detonators scattered around. Bombs. The smell of TNT and Potassium Nitrate filled her lungs. She wondered what the composition was. The police started roping things off and despite wanting to stay and investigate, Bronwyn left. The police were already watching her, she didn’t want to get blamed for something she had no involvement with.                                                                                                    -*-                                                                                                                                 The walk home from there didn’t get any better. The curiosity left her with so many questions. She hoped maybe if she took a long walk to the crime ridden part of Sydney that she would find the arsonist responsible. Her hand went to the pepper spray and swiss army knife, unclipping them from her lanyard. She needed to be careful, this was a very risky move and she knew it. Thankfully nobody seemed to approach her as she walked through the decrepit neighborhood. She could smell it now. The smell of gunpowder and burnt carbon filled her nose. She looked around frantically causing people to notice her. suspicious gazes were cast at her from every direction. This was a bad idea.

[ridesagain]

“You and me. Free as birds. You’ll see.”

talonWATCH Sentence Starters. [x]

         ❝ Hmmh, ❞ Roadhog huffed thoughtfully, scratching his cheek absently as he mulled that over. All in all, being in prison hadn’t been so bad. At least they had beds to sleep on and a guaranteed meal every day. But Junkrat was getting restless. And if he’d learned anything working for the younger Junker, it was that a restless Junkrat was a literal explosion just WAITING to happen.

The thought made him smile.

❝ So what’s th’ plan? ❞

[ridesagain]

"Are you still thinking about them?" (if you want)

Deep Ass Starters. [x]

         ❝ …sometimes.  ❞

His family was a touchy subject – so touchy, in fact, he’d not really mentioned them at all around Junkrat until they’d been partners-in-crime for a long while. It occurred to him then that he’d not really asked much about the other Junker’s family, either. Or much of anything about him, beyond what Roadhog needed to know to work with him.

❝ What about you, Jamison? Got somebody out there? ❞