#terrorzer

[emilesmuseassemblya]

Because I love OCs

please take a look at these beauties. <3

@terrorzer  Jax Wade  fandomless OC

@metalmended  Sid  fandomless OC

@pettyshot  Taeyung Mahariel  Dragon Age OC

@warkept  Ashley de Beaufou  fandomless OC

@vintyvanora  Vanora Tiberius  Dragon Age OC

@thegirlfallsfromthesky  Alex Anderson  Multi-fandom OC

@bloodimagery  Vhennug Surana  Dragon Age OC

@vclnora  Aoife Valnora  Dragon Age OC

@adahlenxerelan  Arryn Sivahn  Dragon Age OC

@couldntbcloved  Nakoma Tamaari  Dragon Age OC

@beshkaari  Ashkaari Meraad  Dragon Age OC

@greymarch  Rodric Cousland  Dragon Age OC

@biirdbone  Emma Wool  fandomless OC

@pelle-lavellan  Pelle Lavellan  Dragon Age OC

@blackmagicblackheart  Alexi Delaney  fandomless OC

@dryadalismagicae  Lyrian Methalin  Dragon Age OC

@trevelyandominic  Dominic Trevelyan  Dragon Age OC

@tippedtowin  Cooper King  Detroit Become Human OC

@of-fortuity  Harry Edwards  fandomless OC

@detroithearted  Tess Walker  Detroit Become Human OC

@ledremoved  Evangeline Cross  Detroit Become Human OC

@droidance  Heath  Detroit Become Human OC

Okay, so... I got a little carried away once I started.  I can personally couch for the quality for each of these blogs, though, and they are all amazing characters with very cool and creative people behind them.

[sadtm]

cry for u know whomst

nonverbal starters // ACCEPTING!! cry - wipe away their tears 

        it pains him, to see jax like this. he wants the BEST for him - always. he wants to protect his boyfriend from everything terrible in this world. he reaches forward, pulling the other close to him. “HEY, hey. babe - babe it’s okay.” his words are soft, full of love. he’s not trying to PREVENT HIM from feeling what he is right now. he just wants him to know he is safe here, that it’s okay to FEEL. he reaches forward, hands moving to cup the others cheeks. he leans in, soft kiss pressing to his forehead. thumbs move, wiping the tears off of the others cheeks. “it’s - it’s all going to be OKAY, i promise.” 

[awfultm-a-blog]

@terrorzer ❤️‘d the lyric s.c.  golden trunks - arctic monkeys 

          he wasn’t surprised that he ended up at a PARTY. it was routine for him at this point. but he was SURPRISED when he saw the other there. they’d ran into each other a couple of times - hardly any words were exchanged. they’d danced, shared a cigarette outside. but elliot couldn’t get him out of his mind. 

           he was even more SURPRISED when the other had taken a seat next to him on the couch. elliot flashes a smile towards him, small chuckle leaving his lips. he raises his drink in a form of a toast, taking a sip. and then the other leans over, saying SOMETHING in his ear. he’s unsure if he heard him right. but he leans in himself, moving to speak in his ear. 

            “i must admit - sometimes i FANTASISE about you too.” 

[sheslicd-blog]

❛ Fuck that guy, whoever he is! ❜

SHE SMILES, A SIGHT RARELY SHARED – KEPT DEEP BENEATH ALONG SIDE SECRETS AND DESPAIR; but his words played upon her darkest memory – richmond valentine – the creator of shattered heart and mind. she was pleased, satisfied that man who had not seen her scars nor heard of her suffering, could understand: valentine was worthy of nothing but wrath for what he had done… 

   ‘  trust me,  ’    brows quirk in interest, eager to join the game.    ‘  you really wouldn’t want to.  ’

❛  ◞   KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE    /   ↺ @terrorzer

[dangerskid-a-blog]

HUH  ?   Well   that’s   new   information  ,   information   she’s   not   too   fond   of   hearing  .   It’s   probably   for   the   best  ,   but   it   doesn’t   mean   she   has   to   lay   down   and   take   it  .     ❝    What   do   you   MEAN   I   can’t   do   that  ?   I   do   it   all   the   TIME  !     ❞

@terrorzer   //   STARTER   CALL

[phlipshea]

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 🍻+ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 ( 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 ) 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑.

l   i   e   s.        they  chain  together,    rusty  links  that   weigh  heavy   against  your  chest - - - -   CHAIN-METAL    for  on-going  wars   that  promise  only   BAD  PEACE,   which  is  not  so  much  better.   But  that’s  not  quite-right,  is  it?   NOT YOUR LIES  /  NOT YOUR TALE.     No,   because  you  don’t  lie  to  protect  yourself.   Not  necessarily.  Your  lies  twist  truths  for  the  sake  of  conquering  up  an  illusion  and  deflection ,   not  protection,  not projection.   How  can  it  be  for  your  protection  if  they’re  all  killing you.    You   don’t  want  to  lie anymore,   but  all  you  were  ever  taught  was  that. Honey,  you  need  to  lie  or  they’ll  take  you  away  /   I’ll  kill  you  if  you  say  a  word  /   Philip,  please.    - - -   shit  like  that.   The  kind  that  brought  this  bad  peace,  this  war  you  fought  for  the  sake  of   others.   For  the  sake  of  survival.  For  the  sake  of  ‘please  don’t  leave  me,  I’ll do anything ,  I’ll - - - ‘ 

          what lie have you told that hurt someone ?  

                                     Intoxication  makes  thought  process  slow,  but  a  heart  more  heavy,  making  bad  posture  only  worse  as  Atlas  stumbles.   The  skin  on  his  face,  that  feels  heavy,  too - - -  expression pulling  towards  where  his  eyes  look  at  the  fingers  on  his  lap.   Can  you  image  blood  on  them?

It’s  a  pout ,  a  re-crossing  of  arms,  and  lungs  aching  with  ghosts.   ❛       I  definitely  told  one  that  did... ❜   a  sigh,  no  ghosts  escape  from  it,  Intoxication  makes  speech  slow,  and  there’s  already  a  scar  on  his  tongue  from  biting  down  this  truth  forbidden  for  too  long,  sealed  in  his  mouth  by  toxic  kisses.

                          ❛  I  lied  about  a  murder  I  saw....and  it ---  it  only  got  more  people  killed. ❜

forehead  creased,  chest  aches,    ❛ God,  ❜   his  fingers  on  his  lap  begin  playing  with  each other  in  a  vain  attempt  for  comfort ;  he  could  barely  feel  them  in  this  drunken  state ;  but  he  could  feel  the  sore  feeling  in  his  throat,  choking  up  even  now  years  later.   ❛ I   never  wanted  to  hurt anyone...  but,  people  just  get  messed  up  because  of  me.   And -- I  just... I shouldn’t  have  lied. ❜

    Frowning  more,  he  shuffles  were  he  sits,  only  to  collide  with  the  other  in  his  stumble.   ❛ I  gotta  go...❜

[winebleeds-a]

we kissin in this house????

FIRST FIVE KISSES  (7/5)

      the bar is crowded, but she only has him in sight.  names haven’t been shared among smooth lines & crisp banter.   yet she feels his attention is all on her.  just as she plans.  doesn’t help that her fingertip presses under his chin.  or how close their faces could touch, if she angles into him.

      instead, eyes motion to the door, to privacy.  the smirk grows as she glances at him once more. that’s when she pulls him in, meeting into a kiss.  a hint of her suggestion, of leaving to privacy. only a taste before she twists away.  finger drags a trail before the tip leaves his skin. she slides off the bar stool.  space spreads between him. but eyes stick to him, reading his reaction, seeing if he follows her escaping steps.

[sadtm]

@terrorzer gets a lyric starter !! how by daughter 

         “HOW LONG must i wait for you, to become what I NEED??”