#ofdemoniics

[deviilsxskyarchived-blog]

@ofdemoniics​, liked for a starter. 

(SMS – CRIPPLE – SENT): Heard that you’re back, and you teamed with the guy that fucking put you on the shelf? *CONTACT NAME CHANGED* (SMS – IDIOT – SENT): Did rehab cause you to lose a couple of brain cells? Fuck, you’re such an idiot.  (SMS – IDIOT – SENT): Why the fuck teams with the guy, that tried to take them out…For good?!

[steelfiists-blog]

               roman wasn’t some lost child looking for his mother in a sea of unfamiliar faces anymore. he wasn’t scared of the unknown. he had someone now and as fucked up at that someone was, roman was grateful under all his sarcastic comments and anger issues bubbling to the surface. if it wasn’t for this prince, who knows how the samoan would have ended up. or where. after all, devitt gave roman a roof over his head, food, and a bed. hell, roman had his own room which allowed for some amount of privacy. as much as he could have with everyone keeping tabs on him. he was still temperamental. not fully trusting just yet.

               now roman had developed his own coping mechanism. and that was drinking until he felt like his head would explode the next morning and his stomach would come up and out his mouth. so he found himself visiting the nearest bar  ( certainly nothing to do with the hold devitt had on him, no. roman just didn’t want to get lost )  and downing drink after drink after drink. as if his head wasn’t already a mess, the alcohol only stirred the pot. the confusion of his feelings and why he felt so at home in this place. why he found himself depending on devitt and the others for guidance and structure even if he wasn’t always happy. 

               feet unsteady and vision blurring in and out, roman finds his way back to the dojo and right in front of devitt’s door. he curses himself under his breath, hand raising and knocking a little too hard on the door. there was no way this could end well. not for him.

@ofdemoniics

[icarusblood-archive]

@ofdemoniics   #pete can spit blood in my asshole and id call him god

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[text: Big In Japan] Never say I don’t know how to take instructions

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[text: Big In Japan] I didn’t mean to send you those first ones [text: Big In Japan] Well... I did, but not right then [text: Big In Japan] I’m not explaining myself well

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[text: Abs o’clock] They were for you! [text: Abs o’clock] Well, those weren’t because they’re awful [text: Abs o’clock] I wanted to show you the new lingerie I got [text: Abs o’clock] Hang on

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[text: Abs o’clock] Black and red! I got something to match your paint

[slahtizarchived]

❰ sms - $$$ - sent ❱ Isn’t that a little too much intake? ❰ sms - $$$ - sent ❱ On a level of 1 to pregnant how big of a food baby do you have? 

❰ sms - #finnfreeze - sent ❱   pregnant with twins tbh ❰ sms - #finnfreeze - sent ❱   but it could grow bigger. like, if i find some pie somewhere ❰ sms - #finnfreeze - sent ❱   or cake. yes. good. do you have cake???

@ofdemoniics​ | cont.

[huganomics-blog]

     Rifts were the worst things to overcome. A daily communication that had almost become silenced on both ends. Rehabilitation and constant ANXIETY over his pending return consumed his everyday life ; it was his number one priority over everything. Perhaps negligence had become somewhat of a company for him, the solitude helping him grasp the top of the ladder to come THIS FAR. “…I had a task'ta accomplish.” A goal in mind. Crosshairs had been occupied for the last several months and…DISTRACTIONS couldn’t be a lingering thought.

           But this was BAYLEY. This was someone that he had grown ATTACHED to.

      “Sacrifices…sometimes have'ta be made for ‘da greater good.” That could’ve been worded in a manner that didn’t come across as STERN, but…the sudden burst of syllables that dropped out of Bayley caught him off guard. A thick sheet of instant regret shimmered behind beryl mountains, fighting the urge to just LOOK at her. To have that courage to FACE his faults…when in all reality, he ABANDONED her. He had nearly abandoned A GREAT PERCENTAGE of what little allies he had accumulated since his arrival to America.

                         “…..I needed’ta concentrate on the GOLDEN PRIZE.”

        POOR CHOICE OF WORDS, FINN. And my god, he knew the repercussions wouldn’t exactly be something that would come out in a string of lullabies.

       DON’T LET APPEARANCES FOOL YOU      --     if anyone was aware of the cutthroat nature of the business they’d fallen in love with, it was bayley.  kept in the confinements of developmental for so long,   she’d played the part of the shoulder-to-cry-on enough times to have heard it all.    but no amount of grief, past or present, would have prepared for the hollow feeling in her chest that made itself known upon finn’s disappearance.   from her tv screen, from her life.     sometimes, late at night, when there was no screams from a crowd seemingly more passionate than her,    she’d wonder whether the sinking feeling in her chest was because he’d taken half her heart with him when he’d left.

                       and the worst of it all was that she couldn’t even let him know.

      how he managed to turn from one of her closest friends to a stranger within a matter of weeks was BEYOND her, but there was little she could do about it now.   or, at least, that was what she’d been telling herself for a while.   blaming him for their lack of contact helped dull the pain of the thought that it was her mistake to; for not trying more, for being too afraid to try more.    and she’d have been proved wrong if his choice of words hadn’t justified her fear.

             “Oh.”    she’d uttered, blinking once, twice -- until the initial shock had worn off and she was able to view the situation just as it was.     “Is it selfish of me to say I didn’t realise how easy I was to sacrifice?”     her tone wavered, throat becoming heavy with a sadness she’d pushed to the side for too long.     she’d not let the tears come; she’d die before she let him see how much this was affecting her.

                     “Actually, y’know what, I get it. We all have things to focus on, right?”    bayley said, thoughts drifting to the title that was hanging heavy across her waist lately.   though it was packed away now, she couldn’t help but look at it and be reminded of where she came from.   and who was there with her.    and how now, after all this time, he’d not even offered a congratulations for her big win.     “Sorry for wasting your time.”    bitterness shining through that she’d argue he deserved,   bayley turned on her heel,  opting not to look at him for fear he’d finally be looking back.

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@ofdemoniics // continued from here.

"Does that mean you bought me a Irish present?" Chuckling, Renee was lucky Finn couldn't see her face right now. Renee was pushing her luck but who could resist a such cute voice? "I just called not to say i love you. That's a Stevie Wonder reference, don't be scared but I called to ask if you wanted to hang out for a little bit. Going to Florida this weekend again so I was just wondering, ya know?" Her courage to ask for such request faded as quick as she started to speak. But Renee hoped for a positive response. After their last encounter, Renee felt like she needed to redeem herself somehow.