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[goodnatured]

monster prom with the squad

[tormentedwings-archive]

A few updates.

By now I’m sure you’ve realised that I’ve been dead, and now I’m alive again. Yay, welcome back me. xD

There’s a lot of reasons why I was gone, and most of them pertain to my mental health. 

A lot of you know I live in an extremely abusive household and I suffer from depression and anxiety as it is. I’ve just been busying myself away from my family and distracting myself, mostly by playing minecraft on this server that I’m now a mod on. I quit play league a lot to the point that I got demoted, and have honestly just been binging minecraft. I took summer classes and was just depressed a lot through the summer.

Anyway enough about me, stuff that’s changed with Morgie...

She’s single again! That’s right boys, step right up. Just kidding, if you read the post before this one, she’s a little heartbroken and messed up because Leo left, and this was agreed upon by the mun of Leo ( mistmirage) and I. He’s lost his muse and i lost mine for a bit due to the fact i’ve not been playing league, and yeah. 

I’m dropping old threads. I’m sorry if I’ve had an old thread with you that you’d like to continue, but since i was gone for ~ 4 months, I don’t remember most of them and the muse that I had for them has disappeared. Feel free to start anything with me though.

I’m back and hopefully here to stay this time, I’ve missed roleplaying quite a bit. If you haven’t already, check out my orianna blog as well, fleshxwork :3

[dolohovx]

Even the prettiest of roses had thorns- they had warn him. Even the prettiest could crown you with their velvet petals whilst digging their sharp thorns beneath your ribcage. And it was this thought Antonin was jolted out of, having pricked his thumb on the rose he plucked, watching drops of blood trickle down his skin. Yet he barely registered the pain, distracted by the approaching soft footsteps { oh his queen of hearts! }.  

He turned, eyes meeting hers— a rose for a rose. “I had almost thought you wouldn’t be joining me today.” 

[darlingesme-blog]

checking up on baby ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

{ hfscade, punkrockernoah }

Esme had been bummed that she’d had to duck out of the St. Patrick’s party early. She had wanted to at least stick around long enough for a few drinks with Noah, her self proclaimed party buddy with whom she’d ventured out several times since her return to Telluride two months ago. Texting each other the next day had become a “thing,” making sure the hangovers weren’t too bad and that they got in bed safe and sound. Texting Noah the day after the bar party and getting no response had Esme on edge, worried. She didn’t like not knowing if the blue eyed boy was alright and though they didn’t know each other much beyond their frivolous nights out, she still considered him one of her closer friends. Esme tended not to have many of those. It was the reason she was tugging on a hoodie and making her way over to Noah’s -- just to check up on him. After all, making sure he wasn’t dying of a hangover or being there to provide a quick fry up of something nice and greasy to help cure him was what a good friend did, right? As she came up the walkway, she saw another figure stood there at the door, obviously waiting. “Um,” prompted the girl lamely, “what are you doing here?”

[darlingesme-blog]

{ wutmaksen }

Esme was fairly relieved she’d ended up with Maksen as her date -- actually, make that very relieved. In her current headspace of trying to figure out just where things were going to go with Gus and if there might be something there more than she’d originally bargained for, she doubted she’d have made for very good company to anyone looking for an actual date. Then there was the added benefit that she just generally enjoyed time spent in Maksen’s company and he was the one she’d turned to to get help on the Gus matter in the first place. Things couldn’t have been more perfect for a charity date, at least in Esme’s mind. “Fancy” dinner, the date auctioneer had said so she was currently dolling up to her finest. It was always fun to dress up anyways and Esme was a strong promoter of glitz and glamour with killer heels. She knew Maksen would be ringing the doorbell any minute so with one last tousle of her hair, she was clicking her way down the stairs and waving off her parents words of encouragement and misplaced approval. They would be the ones telling her to seriously pursue the young man -- parents really didn’t know anything. “I’ll be home late, don’t wait up!” She called to them.

[linnyplease-blog]

{ gdi-hunter }

Linny had never been a ‘sit in a coffee shop’ sort of girl -- the whole thing was too cliche, too romantic comedy. She’d much rather spend her hours just about anywhere else, if she were being honest. However, Linny was definitely a ‘free wifi’ sort of girl and with the router still needing installation in her apartment, hangouts such as the cafe down the road were a necessary evil. With her laptop safely tucked away in the bag at her feet to be used a bit later, the brunette had taken a seat at a table by the large windows, headphones slipped into her ears to drown out the generic background music with something to her own tastes. She had the volume on relatively low -- she’d need to hear them call her name, after all -- but was otherwise focused on the screen of her iPod, flicking through apps and songs until she found what she was looking for. At a sound that could very well have been her name, the girl tugged at the cord gently to remove the buds from her ears, preparing for the barista to repeat the name he or she had presumably just called.

[darlingesme-blog]

{ wutmaksen }

Esme knew going to Maksen’s place at this hour was a little ridiculous. It wasn’t quite the middle of the night but it definitely wasn’t standard visiting hours for friends formed through the childhood bonding experience of being babysat. Esme knew there was more to their relationship than that and there was certainly more than the aimless flirting he seemed prey to more often than not. The girl needed someone to talk to, and the only person she could deem fit who might understand her predicament was the same one she turned to with a scraped knee or when her dolly lost its bow. He had been there for her so many years ago, she just hoped the sentiment stood true as she rapped at his door fervently, hair mussed from panicked fingers raking through it and expression that read of confusion and need.