#oneirophrenics

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@oneirophrenics

“Shots all around!” Tessa beamed to her group of friends, downing another shot with ease. A small laugh escaped her lips as she did a small twirl, checking out the club full of people. “See, isn’t drinking during the day just as fun? More time to party!” Her friends cheered around her as she grabbed her glass of whiskey, taking a sip before nodding to her friends. “I have to go smoke. I’ll be back in a bit.” She waved her fingers, leaving out the back door with her drink still in hand. As she took a smoke out of her pack her eyes wandered over the people passing. She could of asked any of them, but there was one male in particular who caught her attention. Something about him was very drawing. “Got a light?” Her voice called to him, lifting the cigarette with a small smile.

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KYRIEL AND DEMITRI

if they had a kid meme.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Keiren

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Brown hair, shaggy ‘don’t give a shit’ look.

Personality: Smart, impulsive, hard to get to know, wallflower, easily angered.

Special Talents: Art, cooking, flute.

Who they like better: Kyriel. She’s fun and interesting, she lets him party while Demitri is hard to understand, and they aren’t as close.

Who they take after more: Both.

Personal Head canon: He cooks breakfast for them and leaves before they see it, so he doesn’t have to deal with being thanked/appreciated. Emotions aren’t his thing.

Face Claim:

[ofviolentdeath]

oneirophrenics liked your post:Starter Call: Avalon

“Do I look like I care?”

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oneirophrenics replied to your post:oneirophrenics replied to your photo:My Tumblr...

Oh. Well, I’m going to pretend that you specifically chose me for number four. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

It’s generated by who I reblog things from the most! :D

[ofviolentdeath]

oneirophrenics replied to your photo:My Tumblr Crushes: wecreatethedarkness...

HOLY SHIT WHAT REALLY?!?! I AM SO HONORED NO ONE HAS EVERY PUT IN ME IN ONE OF THESE THINGS MAN

xD I just go to the people I follow and, because I have xkit, I just click to publish the thing ^-^

[ofviolentdeath]

⁂ (Well, since we've only used Kyriel and Damien...)

“You ain’t very smart are you?” he grumbled, prodding at her a little. “I can’t die, remember?”

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There it was, that same feeling she got every single time Chance came anywhere near her home. Whether it was a mile or a block, she could sense his presence. Though now, after weeks of not seeing him, after days of not seeing anyone at all, she was just about ready to explode. This was the last straw. She picked herself up and grabbed her glass, refilling it with a bit of whiskey. Sure she had quit drinking, but since that night she had gone back to at least one glass a night, but no more than 3. She was careful.

After swallowing down one glass, she hurried out of the house in search of him. Not that he'd be hard to find. His aura was the strongest one she'd ever encountered. He was only about 3 blocks away, around the forest. Most likely getting into some mischief. Somehow with all of her worries and anxieties about seeing him again, she wasn't stopping. She was practically rushing. Though that alone didn't prepare her for the moment she actually saw him.

"You cruel, senseless, arrogant prick!" She snapped immediately. She couldn't help it, it was like her words were impossible to hold in. "You're- the absolute, worst! You and your stupid aura! You're infuriating speech. You-You're horribly attractive features... I hate them all! I hate that you drew me in and I hate that I let myself think it was for a reason!" She knew he could see right through those words, who couldn't.

"I should! I should hate you!" She gasped out, feeling the tears in her eyes, and the pain in her chest. "What the hell did you do to me? Why don't I hate you? I should hate you..."

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Derek slowly made his way into the kitchen, fixing himself a glass of whiskey and turning on the coffee machine. Wild night. He brought a girl home from the bar, again. He barely remembered her, but he didn't think she was awful. So when she walked out of his room he smirked, raising his glass "Want some whiskey or maybe some coffee, doll?"