#godfrxy

[cultkiid]

@godfrxy ; adult!roxanne starter.

    “Kid...?” At least, she thought he was someone younger than herself. Who knows? Teens were getting taller and taller each year. Roxanne stood at the base of the motel stairwell that lead up to the second floor balcony of the shoddy suites. He looked to well dressed to be wandering around a dump like the Pink Flamingo. Too youthful. “Are you lost?” Genuine care from her tone carried over the hum of the florescent lights that lit the establishment. 

[emilyxfairchild]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG ! ) TAGGED BY: @godfrxy 1. BASICS NAME: Mo Mo. 
PRONOUNS: she/her. 
SEXUALITY: bi. 
ZODIAC SIGN: cancer. 
TAKEN OR SINGLE: married. THREE FACTS: i’m addicted to tattoos and toxic relationships. i have three kids. i will soon be living in Colorado. 2. EXPERIENCE HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS ? ): 2 years and a month writing/rp'ing. 
PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr and Facebook. 
BEST EXPERIENCE: i had some awesome friends rally for me when I got heat for a simple 'agree to disagree' post. 3. MUSE PREFERENCES FEMALE OR MALE: I'm finding I write makes better. 
MULTI OR SINGLE: i have a shit load of muses, each had a blog however. All in one and I'd go insane. 4. WRITING PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I can't do smut no matter how hard I try. GIMME ANGST. 
PLOTS OR MEMES: both. 
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: somewhere in the middle. 
BEST TIME TO WRITE: I let the muses control it. 
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): there are aspects of all my muses they I have. It's how I relate to them. TAGGING: @eryndol, @rumancek-gadjo, @likepapertowns, @wxngedarcher

[thefineartofbitchcraft]

godfrxy answered:

‘And? Not like I tried to hide it.’ And true enough, he hadn’t. He’s not the kind of person to bother hiding something like that. Being caught out isn’t really being caught for him. More often than not his “checking out” ends in fucking anyway, and if it doesn’t it’ll end in nothing. He’s not a shy person. ‘Used to it anyway, aren’t you?’

( ℳ ♛ : @godfrxy )

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“At least you’re honest.” She liked his attitude and how he was just as blunt as she was. A boy that tried to hide their flirtatious nature was an instant turn off to her most of the time. 

“Of course I’m used to it.” Most of the attention she received was unwanted so it was nice to have someone that she didn’t mind flirting back with for once. 

[emilyxfairchild]

@godfrxy

The chill cut straight to her bones. A shiver ran over her skin. Her thin frame shook trying its best to warm herself. Even the wool overcoat and fleece tights didn’t seem to help. Winter was never kind to her. It always ended up her worst season. This time, however, she’d decided to make a fresh start; a way to try and combat the bad luck that surrounded her in the year’s darkest months.

Her breath was warm as she cupped her hands around her mouth and blew, warming them before stepping out into the pavement. Hemlock Grove was small. A town where gossip spread like wildfire. A place where the bar was full of regulars and housewives took their children to play at the one and only park. It was a place of community and solitude. But it was also a place where even the darkest secrets could be kept. One where outwardly appearances were everything allowing you to hide in plain sight of you were good enough at the game.

Hemlock Grove was perfect.

She strolled down the sidewalk, making her way to her car, doing her best to smile and nod at passersby. Even new, no one gave her a second glance. Her raven hair fell softly at her shoulders, a slight curl bouncing as she walked; Pale skin almost luminescent; Icy blue eyes that could pierce through someone’s soul; a thin frame and long legs. Yes, beauty had been kind to her. But Emily had grown extremely skilled at becoming someone you could forget. Something absolutely necessary for her own survival.

——-

Main Street being only a few blocks before entering the woods, the drive had been short. Short and peaceful. Nothing around her except nature at its finest. Uncorrupted by humanity. Controlled by the wild. Silent. Serene. The only place she felt she could gather her thoughts and make sure her most recent plan to live undetected was fail safe.

Her mind had wandered far from the slightly winding road in front of her and it wasn’t until a loud CRACK filled the air, followed by a low hiss, that she was back in reality. ‘Fuck sake,’she said aloud to into herself. Rubber slapping against the pavement could only mean one thing. Emily pulled over and got out to see the passenger tire flat, a small branch sticking out of the side. She wretched it free. 'Asshole,’ she scolded it before tossing it aside.

She got back in her car and waited for someone, anyone to drive by. Fifteen minutes later and still nothing. Grabbing her purse, she got back out and into the cold once more. Emily pulled her coat closer around her, locked her car with a confirming beep, and took off back toward town.

Night had begun to fall and the wind picking up made the cold that much more bitter. Her cheeks flushed red. Her exposed skin stung against the air. Her ears turned to icicles. Winter still seemed to hate her. Internally arguing with herself, she caught sight of a home atop a nearby hill. She stood at the base of its long driveway, debating on whether or not to make the trek up to it. No one appeared to be home and the surrounding area was desolate like everywhere else.

With nothing to lose, however, her feet made the decision for her. Her limbs felt frozen by the time she made it to the door and knocked. Her only hope was that the owner was a total dick and would let her inside to warm up. She’d hate to have to reveal the real her in order to so so. Especially since it was the very thing she was running from.

[deatheeled]

@godfrxy

He gathers it's been the better part of a year since he's seen the blond---But his expression is warm regardless as he peers up at the suit and shade clad CEO. ❝Is this you rsvping?❞ Peter moves to his feet smoothly, hands tangled in a red faded rag and scrubbing away at residual car grease. It's ironic really, a Rumancek owning a legitimate business. But the customers have been plentiful since the garage's inauguration two summers ago. Enough for a comfortable middle class living. ❝Letha might actually have fun---❞ lips curve and pearly whites are bared as he motions to a nearby cooler in the corner stocked with dark ale. ❝Beer? It's hot as tits today.❞

[deatheeled]

[sendsu100memes] “This is mine. Are we clear?”

Meme || not accepting

❝Do you ever stop and think about the things that leave your mouth?❞ Four whole months without a single possessive descriptor. gone. ❝If it's in my pants? It's my dick. Leave that 50's Betty Crocker shit out the window---'Kay fifty shades of gay? ❞

[deatheeled]

I’ve got a masters degree in being ignored.

MEME || accepting

Peter can smell the bourbon from where he's standing---❝Are you gonna fuckin' let me sleep? ❞ This isn't the first time the blond has found his way to the Rumancek home after a binge. But...It is the most sad. It's against his better judgment that the brunet is stepping aside to let him in. Fuckin' mooch.

[butscrewmefirst]

@godfrxy

     └ liked for an in the past starter

     “ — i am so sorry! i thought this room was empty. “

james doesn’t often tell her about new guests, and he’s surely forgotten to tell her about this man. she’ll remain at the doorjamb, expressi- on shocked and equally apologetic.