#prettyhcrts

[deathserrand-blog]

    Tyler lay silently, and it felt like he was by himself until he could feel a warm presence occupy the cold space against his back. He turns around, and is greeted by Alice. He could get used to that. “Hey babe.” // @prettyhcrts

[fatherlcss-blog]

    “Can I do your makeup ?? Pleeeease ?? I haven’t done makeup on anyone in a long time.” // @prettyhcrts

[comingdxwn-a]

{tagging people who I either want to have a thread with or I haven’t heard from in a while and just in case it’s my dumb ass not answering your replies just message me!}

{I’m in no way trying to force anyone to RP with me. If you’re no longer interested in my character or something else came up that’s A-OK. ♥♥♥}

@unsided [bab]

@magiictowel

@prettyhcrts

@artofbeinginvincible

@wcldthings (I want to Rp with you but I don’t know which muse fits best r i p)

@grcwingstrcng CHRIS BAB

@dcadagain (I haven’t seen you on for a while are you okay bab) (are you...dead again. b’dungst*CRASH*)

@cyanide-and-morning-glories (Sel bab where are you bab)

And of course I want more threads with the rest of y’all 

[porcelaindeath-blog1]

cont && ; @prettyhcrts

a guest ? no -- no -- no, NO GUESTS ALLOWED. rule #1, broken. && the way she ran from him? as if she didn’t know that she was trespassing. following their footsteps along the entirety of the house, he kept a sturdy wall between the two of them. shy -- that’s what greta described him as; brahms was shy. despite the lining of wood between them, he navigated the house without difficulty. no one knew their way around the heelshire manor quite like him. 

         stopping when the footsteps did, he pressed his ear against the wall to listen for her. the walls were thin enough to hear someone speak, but hearing someone’s breath would be nearly impossible. instead, he’d have to listen for a MISTAKE -- if they bumped a chair, made the floor creak, anything. getting impatient with this waiting game, he brought rapped his knuckles against the wood a few times. ❝ knock -- knock. ❞ his falsified, cheery tone came muffled from behind the walls. childish -- despite the source. 

he didn’t wait long to make a move -- his own heavy footsteps continuing along the perimeter of the room. ducking under a slab of wood, he entered the interior of the parlor’s closet. this way his entrance to HER side of the house. opening the door with a slow creak, his games continue. ❝ is anyone there ? ❞

[thehcndofgod-blog]

@prettyhcrts  // Starter Call with Aidan Waite

       ❝  Excuse Me, is there a reason you keep staring at Me.               I mean, I’m not trying to be rude.              Just, wanted to see if you knew me, or of Me. ❞

[comingdxwn-a]

continued from here with @prettyhcrts

     ❝Wha-- O-Oh. My God, I’m sorry.❞ He pulls his hand away with an awkward laugh. ❝I thought you wanted to--yeah. Nevermind. Sorry.❞

[fatherlcss-blog]

@prettyhcrts replied to your photoset: I never post anything but here u go

YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE.

BINCH thank u ily