#that starter

[bakukoda]

reminder to morning pyro:

[withusnow]

@incordee how dare u?

[thealwaysforgotten]

barelyspeaks how could you

[rosetotherescue]

[text] I accidentally sent it to the wrong person, help?!

[text]:  What did you send?

[text]:  Oh no..that picture of you at your desk?

[text]:  Thinking about me on a lazy afternoon I believe you called it.

[thegirlisvain]

-Emma walks into her room, grinning as she kicks off her heels and flops down on the bed- I just had the best date, like ever. You know that French place that isn't even open yet but has all that hype? Well, Ted, he... -glances up at Maya's face- Maya? What's wrong?

[flaremore]

Nightmares [Closed RP]

Screams, cries. Footsteps, running in panic. The crashing of rocks around them. There was nothing Augustine could do. Everything around him was falling apart, crumbling. Where was Lysandre? He needed him. The burning on his wrist, oh how it felt like a fresh wound. The cry of Charizard, falling to his death.

"Noooooooooo!" It was about the fifth time this week. It felt like every night, Augustine would wake up, tears in his eyes, stains on his cheeks from where they already ran down. Waking up, screaming after hearing his Charizard, his loyal friend, calling out for him. He looked in the darkness, his partner, Lysandre, sleeping beside him. He hoped he didn't wake the man. After all, it was three AM and Augustine had barely rested. His wrist burned, the scar having healed up enough to just remain covered.

The man curled up into he fetal position, sitting on the bed. His head resting on his knees as more tears and sobs started.

[charactersaremylife]

Alrighty then, goodnight folks, sleep well when you do.