#purgirltory

[thesickening]

@d3adb0i / @purgirltory / @mysweetlouise / @allcluia

Since y'all were the first to like / comment on that post ... them all on Guy's back while he does pushups. :')

[fckindiabolicxl]

how is the infamous billy butcher gonna spend 4/20? any special marijuana-related plans or nah?

❝ By gettin' higher than jesus at mass an' gettin' fucked stupid, y' bet. Saved up quite th' stash inna caddy's sneak spots. Migh' call up 'ughie an' Frenchie t' have a proper sesh. Hit th' blunts with Xar. Shotgunnin' w' Maeve. Definitely Sen, too. Ellyn's also on th' list. Annie an' Violet an' Aaron? I'd 'ave t' ask. ❞

[thuganomxcs]

@purgirltory sent for a starter : (gust) for our muses to be huddling in a tornado shelter during a storm together

“Why are you still out?!” He yelled out towards her..granted his raised tone came from a place of worry. The storm was getting worse and worse by the minute, and Yusuke had been out trying to lead others towards the shelter, however between the heavy drops and rain and roaring thunder, he could feel the wind becoming that much more violent. There was definitely something out of the ordinary with this storm. However, he needed to put the thoughts of paranoia to the side and get them both to safety.

Moments later, after scrambling through the streets the two finally found safety within a shelter with a family he had helped out in the past. They lucked out this time. “Yer shiverin’.” Yusuke spoke softly..as he wraps his arms around her, trying to apply his own body heat against her. 

“You both are soaked…here.” The older gentleman- the owner of the underground shelter that they stayed in offered him a large towel that was dropped over their shoulders. “We’re so lucky we spotted you when we did…why were the two of you out in the storm like that?” The gentleman asked.

“I’m not exactly the smartest guy in the world. Pretty much helping whoever I caught in the rain.” Though it still doesn’t explain why he did not just huddle with the other people he’s helped However, the answer was enough for the man.

“And what about you??” The man asked as he turned to look at Vivi.

[luch3gor3]

It feels a little too easy. He never liked things to be easy even though there was complaints every time things were not turning out to be as he liked. Expected of. Hovering he wonders if she would sound the same as she had over fuzz speakers. Flashes of pink and red over broken up film pop in his head, the urge to crush flesh between teeth like you do cherries. Blood flows beautifully, but it was done in poor taste. There should be honor, and perhaps make it permanent. That is what makes the most interesting, how she breathes in bed as if maybe nothing had happened at all. A moment of peacefulness in her life as he stands in it. Over her. 

A temptation to touch the strands of her hair were there. She smells nothing like the name she chases after now, more woody. Warm. Awfully warm. His mouth parts, the only thing exposed of him there in the slight darkness. Just bright white teeth. The rest of him is covered, head to toe in something too tight. If anything similar, he would probably look like a gimp with some weird twist on things. Belt, tassels on the mask he wore that dangle a bit too close when he hovers. It’s almost hard to stay quiet. It wasn’t in his nature to be. But it almost feels wrong to disturb her just yet. He blows air on her face though to see if she would stir, wake in surprise. Maybe scream of she’d too stay quiet. Attack? Fawn? 

@purgirltory

[hunting--grounds]

@purgirltory continued from here.

Yes, is his immediate thought to the question. He's done it before, most of his life actually. What's a little dose of the familiar, after all?

He doesn't blame her for the supposed carelessness. If anything it's better. It's something he knows, something he recognizes. Is there stuff to unpack there? Yeah, okay, MAYBE, but that's not the point right now.

The comfort, though, that's... nice. Unfamiliar, but nice nonetheless. Eunwoo swallows and tries to smile at her, but it's strained and shaky at the edges. Neither of them really know how to do this, huh?

But then like --- he never says the right thing. So instead of a normal, shy thank you or some shit, Eunwoo scoffs through the unsteady smile and;

❝ Tell that to my mom. ❞ Oof, too heavy?

[piperafterdark]

if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?

how long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you?

what do you think your oc smells like?

if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?

Kill or Be Killed || Muse

how long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you?

Would you believe me if I told you I came up with Piper, like, a week before I made this blog? So, around September of last year :)

The idea came to me because I was mainlining Cyberpunk 2077 like it was my job after being in a video game slump. And then I was sad because I missed tumblr rp and thought to myself "hold on now, Jules... what if... Cyberpunk RP, actually??"

And now we're here!

what do you think your oc smells like?

At the start of the day? Clean clothes, white tuberose, cardamom, amber, and jasmine.

By the time she gets home? Beer, stale liquor, cigarettes, mint gum, sweat

[crimel0rd]

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 The Rose and Revelry. He hardly knows how to truly conduct himself in public. He's been so locked away for so long. Even now feels like an act. Forcing himself still. Everything was about the mission. About the accumulation of power and killing the cancer that surrounded the mission. Even now was for the mission. He needed an alibi and a place to lay low while a few targeted explosives were going off in Gotham.

He looks to the bartender as his hands fiddle with the coaster before him. She smells like smoky patchouli and sweet vanilla. His eyes locked to hers and his head tilts just so. ❝ What do you have on tap? ❞ His voice scratches, rough from disuse.

@purgirltory 𖦏 𝙎𝘾.

[dividedbybinaries]