#wiingedvirtues

[stuttcring-blog]

he takes a step back, and then another with his hands SHOVED deep in his pockets. he didn’t like talking to strangers. they made him UNEASY.

                        “sorry, but i REALLY need to go. my mom                          my m-m-mom is exp-e-ecting me.”

of course she isn’t, but he doesn’t know what else to SAY. he has no desire to talk to this woman for longer than he has to. his stutter will ONLY get worse.

                        “y-you got to STARE at the president’s                          f-fr-eak son. can i g-go now?”

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[goldvnskiies]

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she pushes the milkshake in front of him. “everyone is going to think you’re insane if you keep telling people i’m an angel… which is also super insulting since i’m actually an archangel.” the little brunette tells him firmly, flipping her hair off her shoulder and then grinning.

     ‘ alright,  alright,  i  get  your  point. ’  a  wild  grin  is  offered  to  the  other  as  he  sips  the  milkshake  through  the  straw  in  an  attempt  to  shut  himself  up.  his  silence  doesn’t  last  for  long  though  ( and  can  you  blame  him,  really )  as  he  continues  with:  ‘ buuut....  it’s  still  pretty  awesome,  right? ’   while  never  taking  his  eyes  off  her.  

[freddykruegcr]

WELCOME TO SPRINGWOOD, @wiingedvirtues!

        And there it was, the sound of someone entering the shop as he’s working on his own car. Grease covered hands using a wrench as he works under the hood and barely pays any mind to the customer. “Just a minute!” His voice is just loud enough, gruff and firm as he wipes his hands off. “What can I help ya’ with?”

[unholywxrs]

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       “ SO — HOW YOU’VE BEEN DOING,  virtiel? ” she’ll casually ask, as if ignoring the fact the angel had literally been through HELL while she was rotting away in l.a’s infamous murder house. not speaking to anyone (especially tate & her family) & wrecking havoc everywhere she walked. killing almost every soul who dared step into the house, manipulating others for her gain (mostly weed & cigarettes) & continuing to build the house’s reputation. as a ghost there was nothing else she could do, trapped in between worlds forever. 

[salmiire]

(( @wiingedvirtues liked for a starter !! ))       hal freezes when he spots virtue. golden and rose wings are spread, ready to take off if the situation called for it. for now though, he’s paused, dark eyes focusing on the unknown’s, not sure who or what they were.          ‘ it’s not what it looks like. ‘