#wristaches

[forgetwinter]

“What did you do to yourself?!”

ALASKA YOUNG WAS unhappy, that was no secret. She was the girl who smiled through her tears, and embraced her darkness but no one knew how she handled herself when the pain became too much. The sharp object went into her skin, blood trickling down her wrist but she was not satisfied, she couldn’t feel anything. There was blood and she couldn’t feel the pain she was inflicting upon herself, all she could feel was the ache in her body and the voice in her head telling her she deserved it. 

“What did you do to yourself?” She heard a female voice gasp before running towards her, great, she thought. Anna had to walk in on this very moment when she was bleeding, she knew she shouldn’t be mad at Anna but she was. 

Alaska was furious at her for stopping her precious moment of relief, she wouldn’t normally cut herself purposely. She would usually numb her suffering with drugs, sex, or alcohol but this time was different. The pain was so severe that she was afraid if she didn’t do something to stop it, she would die. Though now, she could of wish she did.

“What the hell are you doing here? You can’t just barge into my house like that!”

[dazzlehim-archived]

blood rush in the hazy glow !

☾ ∴ ✩ ❛ starter to : @wristaches ! ❜ ✧

He walked into the club with not much difficulty, as always. People already knew him, his face had been exposed everywhere and having Ryan Kim in your club was an honor: ‘a blessing from the Moon Mother’ as he himself would state. And he looked wonderful wearing his most expensive and warmest dark grey coat ( so he wouldn’t have to wear much underneath it, only a long-sleeved buttoned up shirt --- and it was lilac ), even his tight black jeans itself was warmer than it seemed to be. He also had a scarf embracing his neck, as black as his pants, and of course he also had some makeup on his flawless face: but definitely not much, just some of his favourite highlighter ( purple horseshoe from the moonchild glowkit palette ) just to blind the bitches along his perfect eyeliner, that was actually better than some girls’ around there.

And he had the warmest of the smiles spreading on his slightly and naturally reddish lips as he walked into the club, the loud music wasn’t the best for his sensitive ears, but he didn’t mind it --- it was nothing he couldn’t bear with. He walked past the crowd of people towards the center of the room, where he could see the dancers and try to have some good time with them ( maybe even ask for some tips on how to dance better, dancing wasn’t really his thing --- but he tried ) and maybe find people to have a conversation with, since he wasn’t there to find a partner for the night or anything like that, not even drinks he was planning to have. Maybe he could leave the place with a friend or two, he wouldn’t mind that. Ryan just wanted to have some fun and break the habit.

He wasn’t used to go to clubs and parties all alone, he’d usually have someone from the agency with him, but this time he wanted to do things differently. And there he finally was, dancing ( or trying to ) in the center of the club, very close to the dancers and he made sure to be friendly towards them --- not only did they dance well but wow, they were all so pretty! The model could say he felt a small glimmer of jealousy, but the feeling disappeared fast enough when he noticed people glancing at him already and he loved that. 

❝ Darling, teach me these moves! ❞ He’d ask once he was close enough to one of the dancers, his voice was loud enough for the female to hear him. ❝ You’re gorgeous! ❞

[wtchinghr]

16, 20, 34

✨original character asks for @wristaches ( currently: accepting!! )

16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?

The closest ones would be Daria Morgendorffer or Jane Lane from Daria. They share the same neutral expressions at any given time, and cynical and sarcastic disposition. She knows that she sticks out like a sore thumb at times and she prides herself on that rather than molding herself into a standard that makes her uncomfortable.

20 is already answered!

34: What is cliche about your character?

Probably the whole dark apparel + neutral/almost hostile resting face + interest in the occult and anything creepy. She reeks of being the stereotypical goth girl despite how hard she’ll fight up and down that she isn’t. 

[jihnq-blog]

* 뭐라구 !? @wristaches : cont. 

         ”Call me a coward then.” A coward indeed; for his pusillanimity halts him from making any eye contact (not that it is considered entirely civil to glance into someone’s eyes if they are higher in rank, age, social state or anything along those lines than oneself but rather bold and challenging, in a way) and while being fully aware to the fact that he is indeed anserine or in her own words -- an idiot -- there is naught for him to utter in response but offer her a somewhat imperturbable shrug of his not-so wide (yet not-so slim) pair of shoulders. He’s placing the machine to it’s desired features and the washing machine then begins working. He is somewhat pacified, quelled, as outlandish as it is, by the prolonged sound of vibrations and clothes swirling in the big white box ; images having him vertiginous that for an instant moment he views it all as some colorful swirling in a big circle and even bigger square of contrasting white. Ah, perhaps he is simply jaded of the sleepless nights he has of recently... yeah, that must be the elucidation behind his uncanny thoughts. 

         Her approach is somehow menacing to him and he cannot process any thoughts, any worthy replies of her question (the issue whether it is legitimate or significant right then did not badger him as much as her keen luridness eyes) and oh -- oh the smell of nicotine; sharp and horrid, it fills his nose with repugnance that can be slightly seen upon his expression of repel right then. “I... I don’t know...?” He is more than earnest because he truly does not know what to answer her, or what the woman wants from him so early in the morning considering that he has barely managed to rest his eyes for more than two hours. Aren’t women who smoke are considered immoral, lecherous and dirty --  unaccepted in their country? Ah, no---- it shouldn’t matter. He should be more concerned of figuring if it is possible to slumber while waiting for the washing machine to finish its duty or not... presumably not.                              “Why does it matter to you so much, anyway?”

[wtchinghr]

( tumblr done fucked up smfh

i wonder if they sit there in their little posh nyc office like “you know what we haven’t done in a while? we haven’t completely fucked up this site for roleplayers, let’s get on that!” rather than fixing the videos, or the unreliable ask system, or literally anything else wrong with this site... amazing.