#hirsangels

[rageclaws]

super sneaky starter call ! /  feat. @hirsangels​​ ( I CAN EXPLAIN . )

        ❛     OOF      ------     ❜   tink    ...   tink   ...    THUD ! cloud of dust billows up from beneath where back and pavement had come to a mutual agreement       ---------    THE FALL IS ALWAYS WORSE THAN THE LANDING ( you ever get thrown off a roof ? hit every floor of a fire escape on the way down ? FUCKING SUCKS. ) hand shoots up and promptly falls back down , draping across torn mask.    ❛     -------    i fucking hate this city   . . . .     ❜

[theevill]

@hirsangels​ liked for a random movie dialogue starter. muse: DONALD 

   "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." a hand braces itself along the back side of the passenger seat head rest, truck thrown in reverse as donald’s dark eyes dart from the blockade a couple miles ahead before wheeling the truck back down the dark road. 

[moviemurder-a]

         ‘ unpopular opinion :  claude rains was the BEST phantom . ’

@hirsangels​      LIKED     !

[cuntinghcm]

          ‘ she’s not done YET , but ain’t she a beauty ? ’

@hirsangels​         LIKED    !

[jackahl]

 meme.   ——       ◇ ;   ❝  need a hand ?  ❞   /   @hirsangels​

                 boots sends vibrations against the stairwell’s suspended back, the heels distinct echo crawls along down the walls looking for reprieve in the walls seams to the outer world waiting. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥. 

     the bright lined gap between a weighted set of doors at the 1st level is eating away at what time was left to gain her advantage. pushing her shoulder into it’s rusted frame as it whines and groans and attempts to hold its lock, laughter mocking her attempt. its grotesque mouth hanging long and wide, slime dribbled in mirthful grin as it lunges down.

                   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬.

    and she tumbles unto the grit of pavement that covers the bottom level of the empty parking garage. or so thought until her expression mirrors the one of the confusion and outright surprise of the woman that was in short proximity. captivating was lacking of better term to describe her and yet accurate when within her pause, the curse as pierces her leg with its slim glinted claws. a cough escapes her to cover the shock of pain.                   ❝  need a hand ?  ❞

      hitching herself to sit up on her hip, acting was an incredible forte of jackal’s in her after years. no human need know what horrors lied beyond their world, even if they clawed and clamored their way in hers.  

    ❛ ❛   no.  just a little light headed.  ❜ ❜

[theevill]

   @hirsangels​ said:  she kisses donald's cheek, " thank you," donald was everything to her and if anything happened, she wouldn't forgive herself.

                     its like a small shock. the soft touch of her lips to his cheek sends about a ten thousand watt running through his veins. having her this close made his heart beat skip and his pupils blow up within his dark eyes, she was so lovely. he didn't mean it in a visual sense even though looking at angela made his heart beat faster and his mind race like the kentucky derby, no she was truly lovely inside and out. her expression as a being was gentle and wonderful to bear witness too and to hear her voice felt like a breath of fresh air, it was no wonder why donald trailed after her with a look of contentment on his face. she was worth more than the stars and sky combined; at least that what he’d said a couple times while drunk to his friend mitch down at the bar. she had only been in town for about two months and she had everyone smitten with her, but none looked at her so highly like donald did. 

                        a hand comes to brush her dark hair back before he smiles at her softly, the fondness in his gaze enough to drown anyone. she was worth it though. even in if she couldn't tell him hundred percent why she was in danger it didn't stop the protective need in his chest, it didn't cease his desire to ensure she was kept safe and happy at all times. he often wondered if that would go away, but a soft quiet part of him never wanted it too. 

                       “ for what? changing the oil in your car? thats nothing. “ 

[blubrds]

@hirsangels​ said ; ❛ are you comfy? ❜

     WELL - YOU’VE BEEN LESS COMFY. the bench isn’t the best bed in the world, but you don’t particularly want to go back to your apartment, do you? if you’re here you can at least pretend to be doing something worthwhile ; sure, the notebook you brought along is abandoned in the bag that rests on your stomach, the pen left capped and the pages empty, but you’re - - - people watching. collecting information. letting yourself be lost in a fantasy world. they’re all bullshit excuses, but they’re better bullshit excuses than you can come up with when you’re just sitting on your bed.

     “so - so,” you force a while and lever yourself into sitting, swinging your legs down so there’s room to join you on the bench, “it’s not the most uncomfortable bench in the city.”

[requitals-arc]

@hirsangels

susie bannion steps lightly on the earth. she moves like a dancer even when she is not dancing. this is, she knows, a sign of suspiriorum, mother of sighs. to step so lightly upon the earth that it means you do not exist on it, because in many ways she does not. she has always been susie bannion; she was never susie bannion. this is the state she exists in now. much like the moth that flutters over to her hand as she raises it, ever so gracefully, a motion that could cut open the world if she wills it.

but she doesn’t. today she simply lets the moth land there, tilts her hand gently, and gestures enough to send it hurtling away up towards the streetlamp with a flick of her fingers.

her dress gathers darkly around her feet. from under the glow of the streetlamp, she makes her way across the street to approach, from light to dark and then light again, smiling slightly. “you look lost, you know. or at least a little confused.”