#oftransparencies

[pantslessoptimism-a]

@oftransparencies survived the end of the world

In a previous life, when the dead weren’t walking and things were okay, Sophie prided herself into being able to get what she wanted without flat out taking it. She’d flirt her way into clubs without paying, she’d hustle pool to earn pocket money, she’d use doe eyes on her friends to get them to loan her things. The world was shit now though, and the brunette turned to shit with it. She still didn’t label herself a thief--not really and she’d deny she took any supplies. Just like she was doing now. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t near your camp and I didn’t take any food.”

[deadrcsess]

my url? :)

my opinion on;

character in general: omg okay so i’m roleplaying with one character and i’ve only heard about the other but i fucking love both. let me just focus on the one i have a thread with and that is TIBERIUS MY LITTLE OMEGA SON. hes so fucking cute and innocent like, i love it so so so much and hes an omega, okay thats evans weakness. god, i love this character so MUCH it hurts and i cant wait for more plots to come. hes so amazing and cute ugH.

how they play them: okay so far theres only been one thingy with the whole thread but girl. that writing is perfect and they play this muse SO good. i cannot wait for more replies. i can tell this will be one of my favorites.

the mun: we’ve talked a few times or even more about plotting and shes so fucking nice about everything. shes willing to plot literally anything and i just love her a lot? like? i rlly wanna talk to her more, even if its abut dumb shit like, i like her a lot <3

do i;

follow them: yes girllll

rp with them:  YESSSS

want to rp with them: of course, always!

ship their character with mine: so far, hell yah. ship whore right here.

what is my;

overall opinion: basically said all that was needed to be said, i really find them amazing, i love all their muses and the way they write is really good. they are honestly amazing and i love them :)

[arockypath-blog]

                  ❛  come on, B, cheer up a little!  ❜  faith hops firmly on her feet and locks bounce nonchalantly, before she falls in line with buffy. a stake is sticking out of her pants and she lets her fingers slide against it before turning to her companion.  ❛  the night’s young, we might still get to slay some vamps  ——  unless that frown of yours will scare them off first. and we can get somethin’ to eat after, huh? there’s this wicked chicken place not far from here.  ❜

@oftransparencies ♡ STARTER CALL.

[theharpieoftroy]

@oftransparencies

based off of this (x) plot

Cass felt her stomach flip as she looked up at the building in front of her. Of course she had been ready for this but actually walking into a dorm was so much different than thinking about it. Most of her things were already in her room but now that she was alone with no family there to hold her hand things were so much different. “The hell am I going to do in a coed dorm?” The blonde hadn’t even realized she’d spoken out loud as she pulled her bag up higher on her shoulder. There were only a few more things to set up and she hadn’t even started to unpack yet. But the one thing she had to get used to was a floor with men on it that weren’t related to her.

[bcckmarkedarchive]

based on the the first plot

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you, how could you possibly think different?” Karla asked, a offended look on her face as her eyebrows knit together. On the inside, though she really couldn’t give much of a fuck why they thought it as long as they didn’t think it was true. They were too useful to Karla for her to let them go just yet. Cruel? Maybe. Did she care though? Hell no. “Babe, I love you. More than anyone else. You know this, don’t you?”

@oftransparencies || starter call

[tentaculi]

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( text ; ex-stie. ): so.

( text ; ex-stie. ): that happened.

[spb-archive2]

          ❦ 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡  𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 @oftransparencies

Returning to Hollywood wasn’t always Ash’s favourite thing to do, but he needed money and his club was the only place he knew of that could provide him with his favourite. Though he preferred the bagged stuff on a moral ground as it was given voluntarily, he was an addict and he was in need of a fix.

Without greeting anyone, he walked to the side of his club and ascended the stairs up to the second level. He glanced over the balcony before scanning the booths. The usuals were there, mostly pill poppers taking in whatever the trendy party drug of the week was. The booth at the very back held his interest though. He wasn’t used to shooters. Poppers and snorters were who he usually saw in his club. But then again there wasn’t really a usually, as he moved when he had to. Paranoia, and all.

She was alone. Perfect. Though scarred from his time with the Society, he was still recognisable and could very much flaunt the fact that he was Ash Rivers, Hollywood’s bad boy prodigal son. Why have eternal youth if you had to act your age, right? He slid into the seat opposite her and flashed her a smile. “You havin’ fun?” He asked, quick to take a look at the band around her arm and the needle in her hand. “Need someone to help you with that?”

[parancid]

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