#glitchedpromises

[blueheartedmayor]

@glitchedpromises - //Don't mind me as I root for Dark haha! xD poor Damien

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“Don’t encourage him!”

[septic-dr-schneep]

Congrats ^^ that's awesome!

Thank you so much, it means a lot to me :’D

[xxthelittlefawnxx]

[[ Closed Rp]]

The whole world was spinning for Quinn, red hot pain running through her back and blurring her vision. She wheezed as her fingers dug into the mud, rain falling down in sheets. Quinn felt more than physical pain at the moment though, the emotional pain of being cast out by those she thought she could call family was one of many. She whimpered as she felt the rain hit the open wounds where her wings had been cut from her back, and she tried to push herself up. She couldn't tell where she was, but it looked to be some kind of sparse forest.

@glitchedpromises

[amightyfinebartender]

@glitchedpromises

“Ooh,” His suit already looked pressed, why in the world was he straightening it more? “Must be a pain to keep it clean then,” multilingual jokes for days. Reaching, no stranger danger, she touched the cuff of his suit before prodding the back of his hand. “Oh, you’re cold. Not as toasty as I thought.”

[yourfavoriteda-moved]

@glitchedpromises

     Maria contently watched the tree branches sway with the wind as the lamppost up above shone down on her. All that could be heard was the orchestra of grasshoppers that had chirped to their heart’s content. She slightly shifted herself so that she could be more comfortable, her fingers gently tapping the arm of the wooden bench. Katherine had been quiet for quite a while, so Maria assumed she had fallen asleep. She knew the vessel itself would need some rest soon, though.       Her calm state of mind was suddenly interrupted as she heard footsteps nearby. She jumped up, eyeing the stranger. Wait.. Maria’s hands tightened into small fists as her aura made an abrupt appearance, her inner turmoil only making it worse. “You.”

[manymusesofsaria]

There had been so much pain and confusion. Things had gone downhill so fast. She had just been trying to find out who killed Mark, had been forced into it mainly by the Detective. But she had taken the job on.

It had saddened her when she had found that room filled with the clues that had been collected against the Colonel. But the strange thing was, there were newspaper clippings about the man from years ago. Though that had clearly set him off, leading to the death of the Detective and then her own death.

She still heard the ringing in her ears from time to time, and the pain of the shot, even after she had used her abilities to create a new body, after Damien and Celine.... after they stole hers and morphed it into Damien's image. It had hurt her, yes. Being lied to by dear friends who promised they could fix things together, only to be cast aside after she had agreed to give up her body. But she didn't hold it against them. She couldn't. All that pain and betrayal they felt....she had felt it before she had been cast out. It had only been for a second, but still, it was something she would remember.

She had put all of her focus into tracking them down, and after months....maybe even a few years, she was finally catching up to them.

(( @glitchedpromises ))

[jxdedfeelings]

"Collared!" - Dark to Jack

Send “Collared!” to see my muses reaction to yours putting a collar on them!

Jack had occupied himself, as usual, situated in front of the dimly lit screen as he uploaded another video. He leaned back, extending his arms as he stretched, relieving himself of the exhaustion and tension he had become perhaps too acquainted with. He murmured to himself, satisfied that his task was over, eager to reward himself with his favourite beverage. Well, one of them anyways. 

He sauntered down the flight of stairs, aimed towards the nearest light switch. Flicking it on, he raised an eyebrow as the shadows withdrew themselves. He could’ve sworn there was a figure. Shrugging, he approached the kitchen, fixed towards his delicate, coffee machine. He hummed a tune, a song he couldn’t quite recall as he inserted a charcoal black capsule into the small device. 

As it began to buzz, Jack flinched after some material had latched itself around his neck. He stammered, hands involuntarily gripping the strap that dug into his skin. His attempt to pry off the unknown item ceased as a menacing chuckle silenced his thoughts, his only response being the gulp that caused the collar to tighten.

[shxtteredmirr0rrrr]

*cloud symbol* (am on mobile)

Send ☁ to see my muse indoors while it storms outside!@glitchedpromises

It was 2 am when the first strike of thunder woke her up.

She wasn’t prepared for it, she almost fell out of her couch. A book fell from her chest and on her lap when she sat up. She fell asleep reading, again.

She knew she wasn’t going to sleep soon with the storm outside, so she decided to make herself some tea to relax. Once done, she went upstairs and down the hallway, where a big window with a seat was.

She sat on it and looked outside.

It was raining heavily, and that was as far as she could see.

And then, a strike of lighting. It was quite beautiful. A few seconds later thunder broke out, and she flinched lightly at the sound.

She sighed, as she started to become uneasy now.

She wishes she could enjoy thunder without remembering what happened back at the Manor.