#redeyestakewarniing

[oliviatheheylinwitch]

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@redeyestakewarniing

How rich do you have to be, where the only fun thing is ruling the world?

Make note, he’s fun to scare. Now a plan to scare him at every corner is becoming more and more likely.

Geez, I never thought I would feel so dumb trying to understand ‘simple’ robotic engineering terms. I’ll just keep pretending. 

[oliviatheheylinwitch]

@redeyestakewarniing

 He’s late. Well, actually she was ten minutes early.  Olivia wanted to make a good first impression, but it was hard when the guy wasn’t trying to do the same kindness!  She looked at her phone to check the time and for any messages, nothing. She sighed as she paced around the entrance.   

Maybe this was a bad idea. It was a little ridiculous to put a lot of trust to someone you barely know. They only met from an online ad Olivia put out for someone to help her with her project.  A sort of documentary on haunted buildings and their history, only with some pzazz of the whole “ghost “ thing. It was an easy way to hook people in, but the longer she was by herself, the more she doubted this was a good idea. 

The light was still out, but the quietness of everything was unnerving. She gripped tighter on her bag’s strap, she stood in front of the building that they would be looking over before filming. To make sure it was safe, and it seemed like a good meeting spot. 

[herotting-archive]

♢ i kno we havent even completed our 1st thread yet but, um, base it off bill's 1st impression of jack?

* send me a ♢ for an aesthetic of our muses… ? (accepting?)

i think one of us is mistaken either the symbol was meant for a meme i reblogged a bit ago and i forgotten. or you thought it was for an aesthetic meme which i never reblogged. but uh… whatever it is, here’s a quickie aesthetic thing anyway!

[herotting-archive]

redeyestakewarniing replied to your post:

ooc: is this an open starter or jsut general bullshitting?

everything that comes from bill is general bullshitting! but nah, everything ic is rebloggable! even if it doesn’t have an open tag! in fact, everything on my blog is rebloggable unless i specify it’s not. xD well... except for threads, but that’s common rp knowledge.

[callmekamikaze]

@redeyestakewarniing 🧡ed for a starter!

“What the fuck are you looking at?”

Rotag wasn’t exactly a normal guy, far from it in appearance actually. What with his purple eyes and hands that looked like the gauntlets of some medieval knight. So people tended to stare, and he hated when people stared at him. He even hated it when they glanced and held their looks for just a second too long. It made his blood boil, which wasn’t exactly hard to do since his temper was so short.

[silentbansheearchived-blog]

Does Yakari have a middle name?

Originally, her middle name was Persephone (her father’s choice). I’m considering changing it, but for now it’s still Persephone.

[shimmeringseanymph]

Maybe I’ll re-design Brune, sorry for the extended absence. I just went thought a feeling sorry for myself “no one wants to Rp with me” thing. If people still want to RP with me that’s great. I’m sorry for disappearing

[a-killer-curiosity]

@redeyestakewarniing } continued.

“The lashing scars?” He hums, “Of course you didn’t know about them, I make a point not to mention them most of the time.”

He’s shirtless. They’re sitting on lounge-chairs beside one another, before his mansion’s half-indoor half-outdoor pool. Currently, they’re in the outdoor section. Quietly, he knew she’d notice his horrible back-scarring straightaway, but he let it happen. Not hiding them for once is…refreshing, though he does momentarily regret causing the shock and disgust displayed so blatantly on her face.

“They still sting and ache, sometimes.”

He winces at himself for blurting that out. Morbidity is a trait he needs to learn to tone down.

   If Jack didn’t want her to see them, then why did he show them in plain sight? It didn’t make sense to her, yet he didn’t explicitly say that he didn’t want her to see them, nor did he kick her out for gazing on him or invading his privacy. She wasn’t disgusted by them, more shocked. Who or what could have done that to him?

   All she wanted to do was have a casual day with Jack, so he’d called her up, told her to bring her best swimsuit so they could cool down in his exquisite pool. Now she feels like she’d invaded something private and she couldn’t make up for it. When Jack revealed that they still hurt, she flinched.

   “But... why...? How can they still hurt? Didn’t you have them for a while?” She asked, unable to stop herself. “Who did this to you?”