#classic demolition

[classical-crowbar]

"i'm glad to know that my level of maturity has, if anything, decreased over the years."

@classic-demolition

A laugh, high and reedy and so happy, bubbled out of Rory’s mouth, accompanied by the gentle, rhythmic splash of long arms keeping a body afloat.“You don’t say?” The old Scout called up to Greg, who leered over the edge of the pier, victorious.

The day had been great so far; after a large breakfast at the local café, chatting with the other residents of his small town, Rory returned home with a full stomach and a grin, only to leave once more upon receiving a call from Greg. In his excitement at seeing his best friend again, Rory grabbed the leash and took his large dog, Duke, with him.

One thing had led to another, and before he knew it, hugging Greg hello had shifted into childish wrestling, right on the edge of the pier. It wasn’t long before Rory was tumbling into the water, soaking wet yet chortling, and Greg was lamenting their age.

“Come on in, the water’s fine! Bit nippy, but I wasn’t plannin’ on having kids anyway!”

[lcvenderbruises]

Sniper is just an asparagus with a beard.

Greg-Mun (@classic-demolition)

[lcvenderbruises]

RODRICK!!! CALL GREG!!! HE MISSES YOU!!!

“…pardon?”The old man frowned, not at the mysterious and disembodied voice in his back garden - he was quite used to hearing them - but rather at the words it shouted.“Greg? Gregory O'Brien?” Disbelief clouded Roderick’s tone. “Miss me? Right. No. I shan’t be ringing him - there’s a reason I left without leaving a number. Good day to you.”

[lcvenderbruises]

TFW

"Your boyfriend writes a love letter to his best friend but not to you."

[lcvenderbruises]

"Okay for fuck's sake, how come one whole third of my team refuse to come to any medical checkups? Spy is a dick and disappears, Greg makes up the shittiest excuses and forces Soldier to help him, and Scout will waste my time with tiny injuries, but won't stand still long enough for a proper examination!" "I hate them all."

[lcvenderbruises]

"Wake up!" ((classic-demolition)) (hehe)

Send ‘Wake Up!’ to wake my muse up from a nightmare

@classic-demolition

Darkness.

That’s how all of these dreams started. Darkness, pressing in on all sides of him - crushing him beneath its weight and suffocating him until his head is spinning and his vision is blurring.Then, just as he thinks he’s going to pass out, the pressure disappears. A welcome relief, until the bright lights start.

Flashing and glittering madly in front of his eyes, blinding him with their spectacular (yet strangely fuzzy) colours. Roderick isn’t quite sure what this part of his dreams is supposed to represent, as he knew everything meant something. However, he knew the next section well.

Blood. Screams. The deafening booms of gunfire and the taste of iron in his mouth. The burning heat of blossoming bruises and the sticky wetness from various cuts. War leaves its mark on everyone, no matter what, and Roderick Felten is no exception.

After this pleasant section comes the darkness again, though it’s a different kind. It’s sneakier, more sly, and creeps up on him until it’s too late, and it sinks its claws into his back as the sharp pain of a belt smacks across his cheek. It’s at this point that Roderick usually realises he’s shouting; screaming and writhing in a desperate attempt to get away; begging for it to all just stop. Most nights, this doesn’t work, and the doctor continues his dreaming until he’s wakes with a sigh.

Yet that night - one he wouldn’t forget for a while - he’s interrupted during the final few stages of his dreams by the world suddenly shaking around him. As he’s dragged out of his nightmares, he hears a familiar voice, and his eyes snap open. Despite his shouting and writhing in his dreamworld, Roderick is silent when sleeping - stiff as a rock and curled on his side, as tight as he can go. With sweat matting his brow, Roderick peers into the darkness of his bedroom with a whispered, “Greg?”

[rbb-archived-blog]

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

Grandma Annie needs to chill -- [Ask meme - MUN | Accepting!]

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

I started roleplaying on Tumblr like... almost 4 years ago? My first rp blog here on the Tumbles was a Homestuck Fandombound one. Since then, hooo boi, did it change.People started putting so much more effort into their blogs and replies. People have been putting way more dedication to what they like to do. And they have been way more selective now. Sadly, people will be judging certain blogs because of the Theme they use or for not using rp icons. Even tags and editing your replies are now factors people use to follow another rp blog or not. But in my opinion, I’m glad in how Tumblr rp changed. Things are prettier, better written, more effort and dedication and I love it.

[lcvenderbruises]

-////- (not even going anonymous, whatcha gonna do)

@classic-demolitionSend -////- if your muse has a crush on mine!

“Wow.”Roderick’s tone is sarcastic, his smirk wide and pale blue eyes narrowed.“I never would have guessed, Gregory. It’s almost as if we haven’t kissed or hugged or… I shan’t go on.”