[theirunspokentales]

#theirunspokentales! - an independent oc mumu writing blog that's selective and mutuals only, but is open to new writing partners. low to medium activity, mostly queue-based, mature themes present. multi - verse , multi - fandom , & oc friendly ! especially female ocs ! MINORS AND PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.

let's get down to the personal stuff! you can call me rapookie! i'm 30 years old, in the GMT-7 timezone. i work with coffee, have three cats, an unhealthy car and redbull obsession, a mom to a wonderful boy and little girl, and in a relationship with the best golden retriever boy that a black cat girl can ask for! DRAFTS: 0 / INBOX: 0 / QUEUE: 6 / open for plotting. / UPDATED: 1/21

you can assume that all basic rp guidelines are applicable! such as: no godmod, no hate/ooc drama, use proper grammar, don't rush replies/force ships, don't steal content, mun does not equal muse, and i only like to write with 21 and above! i'm also a big lover of novella and para rps, but short para and one-liners can be fun too! want to write? my inbox/dms or sending ask memes is the best icebreaker! under the cut is an extended list of my guidelines!

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001. canon muses blog main blog ( @paralyziingfears. ) 002. oc werewolf pack established in 2012 ( @jacksonspack. ) 003. tristan original vampire oc ( @sinisterhearted. ) 004. wesley wyndam-pryce angel the series ( @paidthepryce. ) 005. landon carter original character ( @littlerockrunaway. ) 006. dexter morgan dexter franchise ( @killercoded. )

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@griefkill.

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ᵐᵘˢᵉ ˡⁱˢᵗ & ᵍᵘⁱᵈᵉˡⁱⁿᵉˢ . ᵃˢᵏ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗˢ . ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵒᵗˢ . ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵇⁱᵒˢ & ˢᵗᵃᵗˢ . ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳˢ .

ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ .

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001. GENERAL. general roleplay etiquette applies to this blog: no god-modding, cut your posts, reblog from the source, no hate or bullying will be tolerated, use proper grammar (there's an exception if english isn't your first language of course), don't rush for replies ic or ooc, don't steal content, mun does not equal muse. i like to only write with 21 years old or above. nsfw & triggers will be present on this blog but will be tagged properly! 002. SELECTIVITY. i am mostly mutuals only and semi-selective. i will post opens that are sometimes open to non-mutuals in search of new partners! generally, only approach if we are mutuals, please. 003. MEMES AND STARTER CALLS. memes and starter calls are for mutuals only. same goes for private dms or asking for my discord. if an open starter is posted, please search for a label that indicates that it is open to non-mutuals. i post open starters quite often and, more often than not, they're open to the general public. if you respond to one, i'll be making a new post to continue your response so your reply doesn't get lost with someone else's from that open starter! 004. PLOTTING. i absolutely love plotting! mutuals are more than welcome to message me in the dms or ask for my discord so we can plot out dynamics or general story ideas! i'm open to most things: horror, fluff, angst, romance, dark romance, toxic, supernatural, violence, slice of life ... pretty much anything! the things i'm not open to are the general not okay things: no incest, no animal abuse, no rape/non-con, nothing inappropriately involving children. if you aren't sure i'm not open, just ask. no harm in asking! 005. FORMATTING. i don't do too much fancy formatting. i use small text with some bold or italics, maybe change color of the words. if you have a hard time reading my replies, please let me know and i will keep it basic for you! 006. WRITING SPEED. i'm not the fastest person when it comes to replies. please always be patient with me and you will always have patience from me as well! messages or writing replies! i utilize the queue a lot and consider myself a medium to low activity writing blog. i have a busy personal life: being a mother, full-time job, and have family obligations. i try to be here when i can. my speed does not reflect how i feel about my partner's plots/dynamics! 007. MAINS. i'm open to mains and exclusives! if we write and plot consistently together and chat ooc, i'd love to be mains! just approach me about it! it's unlikely i will say no. 008. SHIPPING. i love shipping! all different kinds of romantic dynamics i'm definitely open to. not only romance but other dynamics as well: enemies, best friends, siblings, allies, co-workers, etc! i'm open to any and all! 009. TRIGGERS. triggers include but not limited to: violence, blood, pregnancy, depression, drugs, alcohol, sex, abuse ... everything will be tagged. if there is something i haven't tagged, please let me know and i'm happy to fix it. 010. BANNED. i don't have any banned face claims besides ones that have allegations towards them like SA or racism or transphobia, etc. other than that, i'm chill with whatever! i'm more of a muse to muse chemistry rather than fc to fc!

[russjensen]

Jensen Ackles as Russell Shaw | Tracker 3.22

[theirunspokentales]

hi guys! i've been doing drafts here and on my main! i've been slightly behind, but things are catching up! <3

[theirunspokentales]

hi guys! i'll be working on drafts, it's been a chaotic weekend so i'm a little behind!

[theirunspokentales]

happy valentine's day everyone!! BIG HUGS AND HEARTS FOR ALL!!

[etxrnaleclipse]

"And I said no." Gen chuckled, enjoying this all too much as she stared down the barrel of his weapon whilst keeping hers aimed at him. "We could do this all day, honey. You drop it, no you drop it, and so on, yadda yadda. But accept it, you ain't in control here. It's cute that you think you are." She wondered if he knew much about them, about the family and the power they held in the city. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but either way, he was a tough cookie. "Maybe I do want you to, though. Come on. Give it your best shot."

[theirunspokentales]

justin's  eyes  were  serious  as  they  bore  into  her,  watching  her  every  move  and  ignoring  every  sarcastic  quip  that  slipped  past  her  lips.  he  was  certainly  not  amused  by  her  lax  attitude  towards  this  situation.  his  hands  tighten  around  the  handle  of  his  gun,  lips  pressed  together  tightly.  "  trust  me,  you  don't  want  that,  "  he  assured  her,  expression  as  stoic  as  ever.  his  aim  begins  to  lower,  but  not  away   —   now  aiming  at  her  kneecap.  a  single  brow  raised,  almost  challenging,  "  you  got  a  lot  more  to  lose  than  i  do,  ms.  romano.  don't  fucking  test  me,  "  he  warned,  for  the  last  time. / @etxrnaleclipse.

[kaisources]

. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... roleplay crime sentence starters, based on CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.

I don't know, I just had to get out of there.

We're having a party. Want to come?

You know, I could be in a whole lot of trouble.

It was foolish of me to start down alone in the dark.

It's like being buried alive.

Don't worry. I can always scream for help.

You wouldn't happen to know why [he/she/they] did it, would you?

Don't you ever stop to take a breath?

I'm afraid I've never seen you before, believe me, I'd remember.

I think the entire building's gone mad.

I've never understood why most people will do things in the dark that they'd never think of doing in the light.

I'm beginning to wish I were that friend of yours.

I am tired. Couldn't we stop and rest a minute?

One of us should have counted the steps. Maybe we'd qualify for the Olympics.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dead? Who is it, do you know?

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Hey! What are you doin' here? I knew it was you.

I know you you're the only person who can say my name without makin' it sound like a joke.

Don't these things just kill you?

I wonder if you'd have a few minutes you could spare?

I don't keep a lot of cash around!

I know it's supposed to be fixed, but so is everything else.

This is the only place left where you can tell for sure who the bad guys are.

Where have you been? I'm beginning to wonder.

I wish you'd stop looking as if I'm supposed to know what you're talking about.

I can't just leave the country! I have a job. They'll ask questions!

Now, look. No questions…

We don't want you to miss any of the action here.

I have no idea what the police think!

I'm sure I would have been the first to know about this.

You've got to give [him/her/them] a chance. No one else seemed to care!

I was just trying to call you, but the phone was disconnected or something.

I heard you wouldn't be here at all for a few days.

I didn't know what time you'd be leaving.

Tell me, how many more of these questions do I have to answer?

Someone threatened to kill me unless I left the country!

Oops. There, you've done it. Don't you want to play by the rules?

Listen, all I know is that somebody's trying to kill me.

Forget it. Forget the whole thing!

Why did you run away from me?

You're still frightening me, [name]. What's going on?

Are you following me? What did the police say?

I don't need my head examined, [name].

Have you got something to tell me?

I don't usually make that mistake.

I really don't know you. I wish you'd believe that.

Why did you agree to see me, then?

I want to know whether or not I'm insane.

Do you know that difference? Between right and wrong?

Are you going to tell me why you doubt your own rationality?

I think you'd better tell me something about yourself.

Why are you afraid of questions?

You don't know what you were doing two years ago?

There is no such thing as the sort of amnesia you describe. There never has been, and there never will be!

Don't you want to hear about it first?

I think you better keep it. The deal's off.

I been trying to decide whether you're lying or you're just crazy.

I've been completely alone. Eating alone, spending my nights alone and I never questioned it. Not once.

I got a sneaky feeling, even if I don't do anything, I'll still earn it.

Take a look. My whole life's in there. It's so empty.

You could at least look like you believe me!

You don't even talk like a detective.

What if someone wants you playin' this thing all alone without any help?

What's the name of that place?

I'm beginning to wish I had a gun.

What do you think happened to [him/her/them]?

I don't know? What do you think I hired you for?

What do you think that means?

You know, every time I decide you're sane, you come up with something like that.

You don't look very surprised.

Now what do we do now?

What do you think would happen if you told me something?

People don't belong to people, [name].

[He/She/They] are taking a chance…on keeping you alive a little longer.

What will you do for me then, when the shooting starts?

Look, what good will it be knowing that if you're dead?

Is this any different from being dead!?

Isn't temper an awful thing?

Better take this. You might need it.

You said you were the same as dead. But you're not!

The police are coming! That's why I came up!

There was nothing I could do to stop it!

I should have known what [he/she/they] wanted to do.

I was worried when you didn't call.

Well, you better start practicing some happy unemployment jokes.

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

I'm beginning to think you're all alone for a reason.

Listen forget what I said. It's been a day. Let's talk it over in the morning.

How many times have you been here?

You're something of a perfectionist.

You wanted me to commit first, without promises.

Do you really think that keeping me alive will help buy back your soul?

Don't you know why I'm here, [name]?

How can I make any promises when I don't even know who I am?

You'll be dead before you hit the bottom.

You didn't grow old in this business and taking those kind of chances.

You deserved better. You don't have to worry about me.

Killing isn't my job. There are plenty of people to do that.

There's no one to help you. No one you can talk to.

Didn't I make it clear that I never wanted to see you again?

Why do you go on asking me these stupid questions!?

You don't really want to remember anything, do you?

You're not sick, You've been bruised.

If you have the courage to face that thing that made you forget. Whatever it is, I don't want to know about it.

It's too bad you missed the funeral.

Isn't that why you killed [him/her/them]?

No. I couldn't have done anything to [him/her/them]!

For God's sake, [name], what are you doing?

You were right. I had nowhere else to go.

I think I've found what we've been looking for...

Violence is something new to you, isn't it?

I didn't know how to handle something like this.

Fuck you, you killed [him/her/them]!

Whatever happened to human beings?

Do they look like human beings? They are just statistics.

I won't let you have this, [name]!

At least I'll know why I'm being murdered.

For once in your life, you've chosen the wrong side!

I…don't know anything about killing, [name].

One phone call, and it'll be too late.

Do you know… why it happened?

[etxrnaleclipse]

When the other man turned to look at him, Dex was a little taken aback. He was even more attractive than he realised, and it caused him to pause for a second. "I- yeah. Yeah, I'm Dex. It's nice to meet you." He managed to pull himself together and he smiled back at Malik, shifting to sit in the chair across from him. "Short for Dexter, but if you call me that I'll probably tense up." A chuckle followed the words and he tried to calm his nerves down a little, reaching for the drink. "Thanks, it's perfect. I uh... yeah, I've been doing it pretty much since I left college. I really love it." He had never been great at talking about himself, so he quickly changed the conversation. "They said you were a bodyguard? That sounds really interesting."

[theirunspokentales]

malik's  smile  never  faltered  and  he  hadn't  even  realized  until  he  felt  his  cheeks  grow  increasingly  sore.  for  some  reason,  he  couldn't  bring  himself  to  allow  his  lips  to  relax.  maybe  this  blind  date  wasn't  such  a  bad  idea,  he  had  come  to  realize  quicker  than  he  thought  he  would.  a  soft  laugh  leaves  malik's  lips,  "  got  it.  dex  it  is,  then,  "  he  assured,  his  fingers  tapping  against  the  cold  glass  of  beer,  foam  slowly  dissipating  from  the  surface  level.  dex  had  malik's  full  attention  by  the  way  he  was  leaned  in  and  maintained  relaxed  eye  contact.  really,  he  wasn't  just  listening,  but  also  drinking  in  his  attractive  appearance.  i  guess  his  friend  had  good  taste  after  all.  "  that's  cool,  really  cool.  what  got  you  into  it  ?  "  he  asked,  his  curiosity  genuine  and  obvious.  it  didn't  take  much  for  him  to  want  to  know  more  and  more  about  his  date.  "  oh.  yeah.  it's,  chill,  "  he  shrugged,  taking  a  quick  sip  of  his  foamy  beer  before  continuing.  "  it  just  made  sense   —   after  being  in  the  army.  it  was  either  that  or  newspaper  boy,  "  he  joked,  offering  a  soft  smile. / @etxrnaleclipse.

[7mplications]

nita didn't mind the venting , she didn't . of course , her eyes widened at the door opening & closing , welcomed in by her roommate & best friend venting , her brain turns off - listening to the words spoken by the other woman as she's nodding her head , giving her the sign that she's listening , she's present in the moment & not saying anything else , of course . her hands busying with wiping down the glass cups in her view , then placing them in the cupboard as she's shaking her head , barely even phased by her best friend taking a deep inhale - her nose scrunches up some before she lets out her own sentiments . " you don't have to be sorry , " words were spoken out of quickness , a small chuckle coming out from her lips as emily had offered pizza & wine , the idea not being a bad thing - yet , nita takes a deep breath , hands on the countertop as she's contemplating some . " you know what ? sure , i'd love some pizza & wine - as long as the pizza doesn't have something weird on it , like anchovies , " she jokes with a smile lingered on her face , noting the lighthearted demeanor from the other . " & you can vent to me all you want while we have dinner , i wanna know every single detail , not the small things . "

[theirunspokentales]

emily  couldn't  be  more  thankful  to  have  a  best  friend  like  nita.  there  was  no  one  else  in  the  world  that  would  sit  and  listen  as  intently  as  she  would  or  actually  make  the  effort  out  of  her  night  to  spend  time  with  her  just  because  emily  was  having  such  a  chaotic  week.  she  needed  this;  she  didn't  realize  how  much  she  did  until  she  got  home  and  saw  nita's  beaming  smile,  one  she  could  never  grow  tired  of.  emily  shook  her  head  and  laughed  softly,  "  oh  hell  no,  girl.  meat  lover's  gal  right  here,  you  know  me.  or  we  could  go  classic  with  just  cheese,  but  extra  cheese,  "  she  offered  options,  smile  still  bright  as  ever  on  her  glowing  face.  her  mood  had  changed  drastically  jus  by  being  near  nita.  a  soft  sigh  emits  from  the  brunette's  lips,  taking  a  seat  at  the  barstool  and  taking  out  her  phone  to  dial  the  number  for  the  closest  pizza  place;  a  local  one,  of  course.  emily  was  always  about  supporting  local  businesses.  "  oh,  i  don't  know  if  you  want  to  hear  all  of  that,  nita,  "  she  blushed,  feeling  giddy  inside  that  nita  actually  wanted  her  to  ramble.  she  wasn't  used  to  that  with  anyone  else.  "  i  really  think  it's  just   —   "  she  stops  for  a  moment,  finger  freezing  before  she  presses  that  dial  button.  she  looks  up  at  nita,  hands  on  the  counter,  "  mom's  death  anniversary  is  this  saturday  ...  i  ...  i  always  get  so  anxious.  you  know,  "  she  chuckled  awkwardly,  waving  her  hand,  trying  to  make  it  seem  like  it  wasn't  a  big  deal.  she  blinks  the  tears  back  so  they  couldn't  escape,  sniffled,  "  it  just  never  feels  like  it  gets  easier.  but,  it's  okay.  i  got  you  and  pizza  and  wine.  what  more  could  i  ask  for  ?  "  she  feigned  a  smile. / @7mplications.

[anthologicals]

the  vampire  gives  a  soft,  unbothered  shake  of  his  head  at  her  offer,  palm  gestured  in  the  air  before  it's  plunged  back  into  pant  pocket.  oddly  enough,  smoking  had  been  one  of  the  few  inventions  he'd  never  succumbed  to  nor  felt  the  need  to  pretend  to  enjoy.  breathing  poison  straight  into  your  lungs?  now  that  just  sounded  downright  abominable,  a  death  wish  if  anything.  he  had  half  a  mind  to  tell  her  they  were  bad  for  her,  but  she's  surely  heard  the  same  song  and  dance  before  plenty.

❝  that's  what  you  call  flirtin'?  ❞  an  eyebrow  pops  just  as  soon  as  she  stands  to  her  feet, eye following without moving.  he  can't  help  but  spread  that  ghostly  grin  again now, tone mellow.  ❝   nah,  darlin'.  .  .  jus'  called  you  pretty  'cause  it's  the  truth  is  all.  you'd  know  if  it  was  anything  more  'n  that.  ❞  and  it  was,  indeed,  the  very  truth.  remmick  was  many  things,  most  vile  and  unsavoury, monsterous,  but  he  could  be  a  gentleman.  when  he  wanted  to  be.

❝   family?  hm. . .  ❞  his  expression  shifts  as  he  repeats  the  word,  features  slackening  just  enough  to  look  almost  sad,  eyes  dimming,  mouth  pulling  down  into  something  regrettable.  ❝   now  that's  a  tough  one.  ain't  nothin'  more  important  than  family.  ❞  now  to  inquire  what  the  problem  was  or  wait  for  her  to  crack  the  door  open  a  little  wider  herself.

[theirunspokentales]

a  roll  of  her  shoulders  in  response  to  his  decline  at  her  offer.  quinn  had  assumed  everyone  had  a  habit  of  smoking;  she's  been  around  it  her  whole  life  and  she,  herself,  had  been  smoking  since  she  was  thirteen.  that's  what  happens  when  you  grow  up  with  the  kind  of  family  you  did.  she  shrugged  slightly,  "  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  a  guy  offered  to  buy  me  a  beer  when  i  have  fucking  tears  in  my  eyes.  never  ended  well  for  them,  though,  "  she  replied  with  a  soft  chuckle,  taking  another  quick  drag  of  her  fresh  cigarette  and  made  a  point  to  exhale  in  the  opposite  direction  of  his  face.  she  didn't  want  to  offend  him.  which  ...  was  new  for  her.  since  when  did  she  ever  care  about  what  a  man  thought  about  her?  she  didn't,  not  here  either,  anyway.  but,  he  was  being  unusually  nice.  a  huge  part  of  her  was  skeptical.  internally,  she  wanted  to  just  push  past  him  and  be  on  her  merry  way.  but,  she  was  vulnerable,  after  this  incident  with  her  brother.  maybe  it  was  just  easier  to  talk  to  a  stranger  that  wasn't  flirting  and  didn't  smoke.

her  face  drops  a  bit,  eyes  sunken  and  bloodshot  from  crying  and  consuming  concern.  a  deep  sigh  leaves  her  lungs,  "  yeah,  tell  me  about  it,  "  she  chuckled  sarcastically,  rolling  her  eyes  to  herself.  "  sometimes  i  just  want  to   —   fucking  strangle  him,  you  know  ?  but,  i  can't.  he's  my  fucking  brother  and  i'm  not  going  to  abandon  him.  but,  christ,  i'm  so  sick  of  the  same  thing  every  year,  "  she  rambles,  remembering  that  this  man  had  no  idea  what  she  could  be  talking  about.  she  tilts  her  head  a  bit,  a  sad  smile  appearing  on  her  lips,  "  sorry,  i  shouldn't  be  bothering  you  about  this.  i  mean,  we're  complete  strangers  and  here  i  am  spewing  my  shit  to  you  outside  some  gross  bar,  "  she  shakes  her  head.  "  did  you  have  somewhere  to  be  ?  "  maybe  she  needed  a  friend,  that  wasn't  one  of  her  fuck-up  brothers. / @anthologicals.

[gviltys]

                    ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱    AND  TRULY  ,   it's  not  her  scene  outside  of  normal  work  ,  but  when  CALLED  ;  she's  no  more  than  obedient  dog  ,  she  comes  when  beckoned  .  (   it's  a  little  pathetic  ;  never  you'll  admit  it  ,  to  be  so  desparately  vying  to  do  something  akin  to  good  like  it'll  rip  the  sin  of  your  skin  .  )  fiddles  with  her  too  short  SKIRT  that  seems  to  hike  itself  up  as  she  WIGGLES  on  the  barstool  uncomfortably  .  eyes  linger  on  the  BARTENDER   --- not  the  usual  ,  katarina  will  note  ---  saccharine  SMILE  ,  a  hint  of  sadness  lingering  in  GAZE  and  tone  as  she  speaks  .

                    ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱    "  would  it  be  sad  to  SAY  i  think  i  got  STOOD  UP  ?  "   oh  ,  how  agent  plays  damsel  in  distress  so  PERFECTLY  ,  she  almost  believes  it  herself  ,  eyes  floating  down  to  the  bar  top  .  "  it  was  some  STUPID  guy  from  the  club  ,  and  i  just  ---  "  waves  manicured  hand  as  she  looks  up  at  him  ,  placing  chin  in  her  free  hand  .  "  give  me  something  to  drown  out  my  misery  ,  okay  baby  ?  "

[theirunspokentales]

it  doesn't  take  much  for  hyeon  to  notice  the  sadness  that  she  carried  in  her  eyes.  it  pulled  him  in,  like  he  wanted  to  know  more,  her  story  and  where  she  was  from,  what  the  reason  was  for  feeling  so  gloom.  he  calls  his  bar-back  over  and  tells  him  to  attend  to  the  other  guests  occupying  the  space  of  the  bar.  he  wanted  to  give  this  lady  all  the  attention  she  needed  considering  her  answer  for  being  here.  he  offers  a  frown,  a  genuine  one,  "  i'd  think  it'd  be  more  pathetic  than  sad.  not  on  your  part,  of  course.  on  whoever  had  the  misfortune  of  missing  out  on  your  company,  "  he  tells  her,  honesty  obvious  in  his  tone.  he  nodded  at  her  request,  "  i  have  just  the  thing  for  you,  "  he  announces  and  begins  by  grabbing  his  shaker  and  a  glass,  mixing  something  he's  drank  in  his  own  desperate  times  of  wanting  to  forget.  "  don't  let  it  ruin  your  night,  beautiful,  plenty  of  other  fish  in  the  sea,  as  they  say,  "  he  adds  while  expertly  mixing  a  blend  of  raspberry  vodka,  raspberry  syrup,  and  a  squeeze  of  fresh  lemon  juice.  he  places  the  empty  martini  glass  on  the  counter  in  front  of  her  and  then  proceeds  to  put  on  a  quick  show,  pouring  the  drink  like  a  glistening,  red  waterfall,  no  drop  wasted,  and  then  decorating  the  rim  with  a  twist  of  lemon  peel.  he  slids  the  drink  by  the  stem  towards  her  and  maintains  eye  contact  with  her.  "  what's  your  name  ?  "  he  asks,  single  brow  raised  curiously. / @gviltys.

[anthologicals]

the clock  had  frozen  still  with  fingers  curled  around  an  old  picture—  a  moment  that  no  longer  could  exist.  she  lifts  it,  blue eyes  steady  and  features  impassive,  yet  a  quiet  fondness  washes  over  her  as  a  thumb  pad  trace  slowly  across  the  edge  of  the  old wooden  frame.  she  wishes  her  father  was  here  now  to  offer  guidance.  even  if  it  was  just  that  familiar, stern  look,  she'd  know  exactly what  it  meant.  that  she'd  made  a  mistake  by  moving  too  fast.  even  if  it  was  something  her  mother  would say was actually good for her. what she needed.  but  she  was  alone  now  and  without  them,  convinced on trying  to  make  a  real  life  for  herself,  something  different.  and  theo?  sometimes he  reminded  her  of  a  different  time—of  him,  mostly.  maybe  that  was  why  she  was  so  insistent  on  guarding herself;  deep inside she's still  afraid  to  completely let  go  of  that part of her  past.

from  her  knees  she  finally  stands,  frame  anchored  in  both  of  her  hands  now,  steps  feather-light  when  she  crosses  the  room,  coming  to  a  stop  inside  the  office  doorway.  ❝   .  .  .  where  do  you  want  to  put  photographs?     ❞

[theirunspokentales]

theo  was  lost  on  a  track  of  deep,  aimless  thoughts  when  danika  had  entered  the  room.  he  hadn't  even  heard  her  footsteps,  it  startled  him.  his  shoulders  jolt  a  bit  and  a  quiet  chuckle  emits  breathlessly.  he  looks  over  his  shoulder  and  gives  her  a  half-hearted  smile,  like  he  was  trying  to  find  the  positive  in  all  of  this.  he  clears  his  throat,  "  um,  maybe  in  here  ?  thought  this  could  be  the  office,  "  he  suggested,  glancing  around  and  then  back  into  the  box  that  contained  his  books;  endless  fantasy  novels  and  historical  fictions.  should  he  turn  to  face  her?  he  suddenly  felt  awkward,  like  he  was  afraid  of  saying  the  wrong  thing  or  looking  at  her  the  wrong  way.  he  really  didn't  want  to  fuck  this  up.  finally,  he  settles  on  turning  and  returns  that  same  light  smile  he  managed  to  find  a  moment  before.  "  what  do  you  think  ?  it's  your  house  too,  we  should  do  what  you  want,  "  he  told  her,  stepping  towards  her  and  looking  around,  like  he  was  breathing  in  the  new  house,  the  new  life,  they  would  settle  into.  he  sighs  deeply  and  places  his  hands  on  her  shoulders  hesitantly,  but  his  touch  was  gentle,  like  he  was  scared  to  hurt  her.  "  this  could  be  just  your  office,  if  you  want.  whatever  you  want.  " / @anthologicals.

[griefkill]

he continued to amuse her . his shocked demeanor , frowning as though he should be surprised she'd find out what he'd been like with the others who worked at the club . she doesn't move his hands away from her hips this time , allowing him to pull her closer , to hear him beg . it was almost cute , even , that he was so easy to make desperate for what really was a fabricated sense of forgiveness . it's not like they really were anything beyond what went on within the club , or the few times she'd been to his place . she decides to further test his limits , smirk widening as she rolls her hips into his slowly . ❛ that's all you really need me for . ❜ her teeth nip at the shell of his ear , hair covering the side of their faces so no one around them would notice much of what was going on . ❛ you and i both know your father hates me , but he can't get rid of me . i'm the best thing you've got even if you didn't bother to throw your money at me just for giving you attention . ❜ she presses further into him . ❛ i think you should take care of getting us our room before i take a bite out of you right here where everyone can see . and then maybe , i'll give you what you need . ❜

[theirunspokentales]

easton  couldn't  deny  that  he  was  falling  for  elena,  but  he  knew  it  would  be  foolish  of  him  to  say  that  out  loud  so  early  into  their  relationship.  it  had  only  been  a  few  weeks  since  their  little  fling  had  been  sparked,  but  all  day  and  all  night,  she  was  the  only  thing  on  his  mind.  when  he  ate,  when  he  slept,  when  he  showered,  when  he  saw  a  beautiful  rose  blossoming,  he  thought  of  her.  it  was  stupid,  he  knew  this,  to  get  involved  this  deeply  with  one  of  the  dancers  at  his  father's  club.  he  would  have  easton's  head  on  a  platter  if  he  caught  wind  of  this,  but   —   he  didn't  care.  he  just  wanted  elena.  a  soft  moan  emits  from  his  throat,  hoarse,  when  she  rolls  her  hips  on  his  lap  and  nips  at  his  ear,  her  voice  velvet  and  causing  goosebumps  to  scatter  across  his  arms.  his  own  grin  widens,  "  no,  i  need  you  for   —   everything.  anything.  i  just  want  you,  "  he  assures  her,  desperation  and  urgency  clear  in  his  tone,  but  he  didn't  care.  he  wasn't  ashamed  to  express  how  much  he  desired  her.  another  groan.  "  i  don't  give  a  fuck  what  my  father  thinks.  fuck  him,  i  don't  want  to  talk  about  him,  "  he  responded,  rolling  his  eyes,  but  still  kept  her  as  close  as  possible.  he  nodded  at  her  request,  "  as  you  wish,  "  he  whispers  back  into  her  ear  and  suddenly  wraps  his  arms  around  her  middle.  he  gets  up,  embracing  her  as  he  carries  her  past  the  crowded  club  and  to  the  closest  vip  sectioned  off  room  so  they  could  finally  have  the  privacy  they  deserved.  he  walks  past  the  threshold  and  slams  the  door  shut  with  his  foot  before  rushing  towards  the  red,  velvet  sofa.  he  throws  her  down  and  doesn't  waste  any  time  in  climbing  on  top  of  her,  rolling  his  hips  aggressively  against  hers.  he  growls,  "  you  gonna  eat  me  up  ?  "  he  smirked. / @griefkill.

[sweetfridays]

♡ ALISHA BOE the buccaneers season 2 promo

[queenrhaenyras]

Amanda Seyfried is Vogue's January Digital Cover Star

[do-what-you-want-with-me]

BRETT DALTON as Mark Trent Found 2.09 “Missing While Targeted”

[theirunspokentales]

all my replies are in the queue! i'm probs gonna work on making some opens and/or working on my new oc's solo blog! ;) hope everyone is doing fantastic! side note: i have lots of opens here!