#demiised

[al-hazen]

@demiisd -- ;

"Frankly, I could care less if you need to commandeer the study for your work. I just wish my things would still be there when you were done."

[forthenoblewar]

demiised replied to your post:fionaxgoode replied to your post “Hey guys, I...

I missed you too! :( Are you back? :D

kind of sort of?

I want to be back >>

[forthenoblewar]

fionaxgoode

replied to your post

“Hey guys, I went boom <<”

{ omg am i hallucinating or did dylan make a post } { fiona thinks we're both hallucinating tbh }

You are not hallucinating I did make a post. << Not a IC one, though. Everyone I know seems dead.... except you and demiised

[thesinful-lot]

Toxic Teen Spirit | Violate AU

Tate bounced his foot as he waited for class to finish, his pen rattling in his teeth as he shook. He needed to go home, he was dying to get stoned. Finally the bell rung, and he was easy the first out of his chair.

Heading through the school to the back exit he heard commotion to his left, people were crowded around what was obviously a fight. But when a girl was pushed through the crowd to the ground and Tate caught I direct glimpse, his heart skipped a beat.

Rushing over he crouched and grabbed her hand which was in front of her trying to get away. He slid her out of the group and pulled her to her feet. “Go fuckin figure you’re friends with that freak,” Leah barked…Tate didn’t know which of them she was meant to be addressing. “You’re nose is bleeding… better go make sure Dr Craws surgery isn’t fucked up.” He said calmly knowing she hated people mentioning her nose job. “Common,” he said to the girl he’d saved “let’s get outta here.”

demiised

[whitelaceandxstrange]

demiised

 “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.   Why don’t you leave me alone   and   use   that advice   yourself?    Crazy    bitch.”

“Aw, teen angst is just so damn cute.

  If I were you I wouldn’t try that in this house, if you

  want real advice.    It’s called Murder House for a reason.”

[magicaldelightsofstevienick-blog]

&&demiised

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Death. Darkness. It always seemed to call to her. For a witch who so earnestly tried to surround herself with nothing but light, the empty feeling it brought was not something she welcomed. Ever. Yet somehow, some way, it always seemed to find her, looming over her shoulder like some unmistakable figure of guilt. Just as often as it found her, she’d know what she had to do. She had to fix it, as best she could.

That’s what her power was good for, wasn’t it? Fixing things? The bad that sought her out, it wanted to be cured-- that’s why it always seemed to pull her in. She followed it’s lead like always.

Her otherwise icy blue eyes opened when she knew she was there, inhaling the new, thin air sharply. A house, one as dark and looming as the very feeling that had summoned her, was now in her line of sight. This was not a place she’d ever find herself stumbling upon on her own. No, it reeked of death, of despair--- she found it hard to swallow as her tall boots clacked up the brick-laden walkway. Her pulse, which had quickened noticeably, told her there was nothing good inside this house, yet something in it that still needed her help.

Her intuition led her to the door, which with a little magic-- opened easily. It was as dark inside as it was out, and honestly, Misty wasn’t at all surprised. These places always had a tendency to be so dreary, the places that she found herself. She supposed that’s why she was there, maybe she was supposed to bring her own light? Her feet led her to the bottom of a staircase, tall as it was. Within a few moments of hesitation, she ascended it, soon enough finding herself on the second floor.

“Hello?”  She spoke it softly, ringed hands finding the banister to support herself as she walked on. Yes, Misty. Call out to whatever darkness brought you here. Good idea. This place gave her the creeps.

[thefineartofbitchcraft]

All I can say is Karma is a bitch and she attacks with a vengeance and now that she has all I can say is 'you deserved it'...

[roastyou-blog]

Unafraid

Warren was used to people glancing at him and summing him up in one look. Apparently the average person was able to deduce his personality to the quick within a matter of seconds — troublemaker, delinquent, no good kid on the fast track to flipping burgers in a greasy fast food joint with no future in sight. The thing was, Warren was not only well aware of this fact, but he didn't care. If people wanted to write him off for superficial reasons, or due to his less than squeaky clean, white-picket fenced background, then so be it. He didn't live his life based around the poor lack of judgement and misconceptions of others. Although there was no denying he took some amusement in playing up his glower to scare people off when he wanted to be left alone. 

Point was, Warren knew what he was and what he wasn't. 

After his first day of school at Westfield High, he was wrapping his fingerless, leather gloved hand around the knob of his door, still bored of the predictability of yet another unremarkable school day passed by. Didn't matter where Warren's mother moved, the educational system she reintegrated him into, they were all the exact same in the end. But he wasn't feeling quite as bored as he was before once he laid his eyes on the sight awaiting him. That all said, he never ever thought he would be the kind of guy to complain about having a cute girl in his bed.

Warren's words rose from his throat in the form of a growl, enveloped in equal parts confusion as they were agitation. He demanded to know, ❝— What the hell are you doing in my room?❞