#r4gn0r0k

[a-ghostly-state]

me, banging my hands on the table: hacker friends. hacker friends. hacker friends. hacker friends.

[its-a-deal]

“ I mean. Vampire fucker rights though. ”(Take your pick on who he's saying it to LOL)

"Oh? Aren't vampires a sort of fae? I've never actually seen one in person before... Have you? There isn't too much factual information about them that I can seem to get my hands on without it being tied to some sort of romanticized fiction..."

[of-thorns]

@r4gn0r0k​ (Cont. x)

“I don’t know, I just happened to be walking by and thought I heard whinnying sounds over here, and you’re the only one over here so... It had to be you, right?”

[highstrunghacker]

(continued)    →     @r4gn0r0k

        “ You know, you’re terrible at lying. ” Her hand hovered over the younger hacker’s shoulder, as if that would do anything to keep him from falling forward against the desk he’d been using to support himself.

        His nose is bleeding, why is it bleeding? Kinzie thought — wait, why did she care? Maybe she was worried that The Boss would think she’d done something to cause his nosebleed. Or maybe you’re just worried because you guys are supposed to be friends and that’s what they do, friends worry.

        “ You’re not fine. Sit down. ” Like he didn’t just say he’d do that.

[delrudo]

[ @r4gn0r0k​ ]

       it’s late. he KNOWS that. but he’s exhausted all of his options. frankly, he’s sick of looking this situation over and over, so he decides even at the time of night it is, he’ll have to bring in some expertise. the phone rings a little longer than usual, but it does get picked up.     “ hey kid, you still awake? could use your help asap. ”

[rexxsanctus]

              @r4gn0r0k​ said:

" can I help you? "

misc sentence starters

                                      ⚜️ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚜️

               ♔; —    The boss rose a brow slowly at the question, “just tryin’ to figure out what the fuck you’re doing.” Knowing he’d been staring, not intentionally.

[divingd33p]

@r4gn0r0k | (Cont.)

   Well. That was hardly good. Syren reached out to help steady the other, a small frown on his face. Blood then dizzy, that was bad, right? It’d be bad for him anyway, and he supposed the same still applied.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down so you don’t fall over and hurt yourself.” He murmured, looking around. There didn’t seem to be any close by benches, so the ground it was. “What’s your name?”

[skymade]

@r4gn0r0k​​ has liked for a starter! 

   “Fuck me in the me.” 

   She’s supposed to be quiet. That’s like, an important part of the whole hiding part. But she’d just died, like, again. Her comm beeped sadly. Sad video game music twinkling in apology. “It’s impossible,” she’s saying, to no one -- definitely not to the other person who’d appeared near her hideaway. ( She doesn’t even know they’re there, honestly! ) “You’re impossible! You know that, right? Why? How do you not jump? Why do you love spikes so much!”