#nowhcreboy

[honorstrung-blog]

           “  if  this  is  your  DEFINITION  of  good  news—i  don’t  get  it.  “

//  starter  call  ft.  @nowhcreboy

[expertsvnners]

“just… come back alive, okay?”

five word prompts.status: accepting af@nowhcreboy

      this whole serial killer thing was very real to her now. the sick bastard had nearly taken her life but even after that, she refused to live in fear. he would not take anything else away from her. after the accident, she’d spent far too much time holed up in her room and she wouldn’t do it anymore. the comment caught her off guard as she stood in the doorway of the stilinski home and though she can tell that he’s being serious, she does her best to play it off– like usual. there was the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips as she met his gaze. ‘ i’m sidney prescott, remember? ‘ the words brought her back to the start of their friendship not all that long ago. it was funny just how close they’d gotten since then. ‘ that bastard is not gonna get me again. ‘ if it came down to it, she would fight until the bitter end. there’s no way she’d go down without a fight. with those final words, the brunette turned on her heels and got into her car. unbeknownst to her, those would be her very final words to him.

[expertsvnners]

daredevil, from dusk till dawn, teen wolf?

send a fandoim & i’ll tell you a character i’d roleplay from that fandom.status: accepting af@nowhcreboy

       so i’ve never seen daredevil or fdtd but i’ve been meaning to!! so i think karen for daredevil & santanico from fdtd?? from what i’ve seen they seem like the kinda characters i loved to write!! and then for teen wolf i’d probs have to say lydia & maybe even kate.

[expertsvnners]

"Just leave me alone."

a bunch of starter sentences.status: accepting af@nowhcreboy

          ‘ hey! ‘ she called after him, tugging on his shoulder in order to stop him from continuing to walk away from her. ‘ i know this whole act keeps other people away but that shit won’t work on me. ‘ she’s not sure what was making him act this way, but she was determined to find out. ‘ you don’t have to talk about whatever it is right now but i’m not leaving you alone. ‘ the brunette sighed, looked at her feet for a moment before looking back up. ‘ it’s me, sam. what’s going on? ‘

[expertsvnners]

"I've wanted you this whole time." (honestly can't ignore any meme you reblog... sorry)

send ‘i’ve wanted you this whole time’ for my muses’ reaction.status: accepting af@nowhcreboy

        things had been weird lately. and things were NEVER weird between them. they told each other just about everything so when sam started acting a bit weird and seemed to be holding back, drea picked up on it immediately. and when she finally called him out on it.. things got a bit heated. ‘ god what is WITH you? i don’t know what this is but it’s not you, ‘ she huffed. all she wanted was her best friend back. finally, he blurted it out. i’ve wanted you this whole time. her mouth fell open slightly and she nearly stepped back out of astonishment. but she could remember him telling her about the girls in school he’d thought were cute or even crushed on. as for her.. she recalls a secret childhood crush she’d had that diminished once she moved away. it sparked up again when she returned, though she pushed it aside and told herself they were just friends and that’s all they’d ever be. ‘ sam, i.. ‘ the girl was truly left at a loss for words. hands shook as she tried to process the news and come up with some sort of response, though her impusiveness had other ideas. without giving it much of a second thought, her hands moved to either side of his face as she pulled him downwards in order to place her lips gently on his.

[luxenebrisarchive-blog]

( @nowhcreboy )

                 patently engrossed in obsidian script that indelibly marks pristine pages and antiquated illustrations that are indubitably designed to demystify involuted topics, the studious intellectual has successfully lost track of time. when telluric optics adventitiously descry the inelastic hands of the analog clock that is conspicuously affixed to the otherwise barren wall behind the unconscious form of her classmate, the unmistakable presence of quietude becomes exceedingly perceptible. discernible intimations of inextinguishable apprehension haphazardly litter a porcelain countenance as attentive ears sedulously attempt to distinguish mundane sounds that would magnanimously provide immeasurable relief. mellifluous laughter, the raucous slamming of locker doors, the effervescent exchange of delectable rumors, anything that would instantly make known the beneficial presence of fellow students or even instructors. when no sounds save for the importunate ticking of a considerably strident clock acquaint themselves with ravenous ears, a feminine extremity unceremoniously shoves one of the slumbering male's motionless arms so as to precipitously lure him back to the waking world. coherent words urgently depart from springtime gates. 

❝ Hey, without mentioning the CLOCK or ME, tell me what you hear. ❞