#zosoperfect

[fiery-assassin-arc]

❊ I want to roleplay with you ✷ I wish our characters were friends ✪ You seem like a cool person ❇ I love the way you write

❊ I want to roleplay with you✷ I wish our characters were friends✪ You seem like a cool person❇ I love the way you write

!!!! THEN SLIDE IN MY DMS MY DEAR FRIEND. I have a Modern verse for Iris,  so we can write with that! I believe our characters would be good friends! I’ll go give your bio a read and send you a meme for us to write!

[savagecuhnt]

Rosalyn:

bold what applies.      italicize what sometimes applies.      repost don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

Aran:

bold what applies.      italicize what sometimes applies.      repost don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders.  bloodstained sheets.   dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY. old bookshelves. kisses on the hand .  a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN. frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs.  a scream from the woods.  candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death .

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO. false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

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[greyhoundgxrl]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!!

AAAAH I LOVE YOU

[devildevouring]

@zosoperfect​

“Musician, huh?” She smiled wryly as she filled him a mug of steaming coffee. They often congregated around cozy artsy places like coffee shops and this one was of no exception. “Here you go, one large black coffee.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

(drunk sentence starters.) “I’m cutting you off.”

Maddie hiccuped a few times before answering him. “Oooone. One more. Half a drink!” Another hiccup.  Then she puked on his shoes.

[greyhoundgxrl]

"And I thought I could trust you."

“That is…that is fucking rich coming from you, Jimmy.”

[starlingari-a]

!! @zosoperfect asked; 💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

It was the first time she woke up to an empty motel bed. She was five, almost six.

That feeling, alone, always has a way of rattling you, doesn’t it? When you open eyes and catch sight of an unfamiliar pattern in the wallpaper– when you gasp and the scent of the room doesn’t hit any of those comforting, homey sensations. The feeling itself has muted over the course of those last few months: between evenings spent in a moving car or various rest stops. The mere fact she was actually in a bed, tucked in, warm and able to stretch little legs, a pillow even; has her more comfortable than she’d been in weeks.

Mother had told her it was a nice motel. That they’d get to stay in this nice motel because she’d been so very nice earlier, at the nice tiny-tot pageant. The judges had loved her, and Mother loved her as well.

Arienette had fallen asleep to the sing-song tune of some children’s show, tucked against Mother’s side, the weight of her causing the tiny girl to funnel towards the center of the mattress.

But, that pang of thirst came along, and sometime in the evening– she squint to gaze at the alarm clock across the room, a crimson three and some zeros glaring back at her– she’d woken up… and it felt cold, and it was dark, and there was no Mother there to be curled against: only the vague sounds of rustling in the hallway, the noises from the nearby highway echoing in the distance… she didn’t even feel very thirsty after that, decided against braving the shadows for a glass of water… but that’s quite possibly the loneliest she’s ever felt; and it lasted until Mother came stumbling and tumbling back into the room, when the light began shining in through the curtains... too long...

And, upon recollection: Arienette doesn’t quite remember that motel as being very nice at all.

[greyhoundgxrl]

🍭: Our muses buying halloween candy together. (Maybe with their daughter? For school? Like the kids having a party or haunted house?)

“No, no, put that down. There is not a child on Earth that likes circus peanuts or candy corn,” Madeline giggled, “get them the good shit. I wanna be the mom that gives out full-sized mars bars.”