Daryan Crescend | I'M BACK BITCHES

The REAL Daryan Crescend. Accept no limitations. (Independant RP/ Ask blog) Not in prison. NSFW Content may be included.

[flannelpunkcalum]

cute nickname asks!!!!

angel - what’s one character trait you like about yourself?

doll - what’s your favourite outfit? 

pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why?

baby - what makes you feel better when you’re down?

sugarpie - what’s your favourite sweet treat?

kitten - are you a dog person or a cat person?

princess - if you could live in any other time period, which would it be?

peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic?

darling -  what romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved?

button - do you have a type? what is it like?

sweet pea - what’s your favourite flower?

petal - what’s your favourite smell or perfume?

sunshine - what’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?

baby girl - how do you like to be held?

lover - how do you show someone you like them?

buttercup - what does/would your online dating bio say?

boo - what’s your dream date?

cupcake - if you’re treating yourself, what do you do?

wild thing - what’s something about you that surprises people?

bubba - tell me a funny story from your childhood. 

honey - what’s your favourite hot drink?

love bug - what song would you love to have sung to you?

cutie - what’s your favourite fairytale?

dumpling - what’s your favourite movie right now?

my love - what would your dream home be like?

dear - pick whatever question you’d most like to answer!

[therealdaryan]

nightmares

The nightmares were back again. Fire, cold steel, the sound of a gun... no, a gavel being slammed down as the Judge gave his verdict, that goddamn laugh.

Daryan’s blue eyes opened to see his own bedroom, black curtains blocking out any of the light of midday LA. His hand reached across his bed for someone, or something, and found nothing but empty space. He sat up, the cotton and satin sheets falling away from his chest and rubbed his wrist over his eyes, the scars still remained and he mentally made another note to find something to cover them with, he didn’t want someone to touch him or see them and know exactly how broken he had been. How broken he still was.

He had stopped leaving his apartment since his initial release from prison except to drive over to his therapist’s office and any other appointments that he had. His shoulder still ached and his mind was racing with thoughts that he needed to release somehow. A workout seemed like a good idea, maybe exercise a little to exorcise those demons and turn on the news for some background noise... He stumbled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom where he immediately found a hair tie and tied his dark hair into a higher ponytail. There was something to be said for midday napping in sweatpants when it came to things like this.

If he was being honest, these workouts weren’t exactly healthy for him. His therapist had said the same thing, it was a coping mechanism. He would wake up from one of those terrible fucking dreams and work out until his body screamed at him to stop. He wouldn’t go back to sleep though, just in case the nightmares started again, instead he would watch whatever was on the television while sat on the couch. This had been going on so long that he could accurately predict the programming at any given time of the day or night.

“Focus on your music.” His therapist had told him, but how could he? Gavin had ruined that for him when he ruined his life. If only Gavin could see him now, rotting away in a prison of his own design.

[absoluterpmemetrash]

send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…

FAMILY

♂ - … My muse’s father ♀ - … My muse’s mother ⚥ - … My muse’s sibling ❦ - … My muse’s child ❤ - … My muse’s significant other ¿ - … A member of my muse’s extended family

FRIENDS

✰ - … My muse’s best friend ✦ - … Someone my muse admires ✧ - … Someone who admires my muse ✐ - … My muse’s favorite coworker/classmate ← - … My muse’s childhood friend ⌚ - … A friend my muse has not met yet

OTHERS

✉ - … My muse’s neighbor ✍ - … My muse’s boss ☼ - … Someone my muse sees every day ✈ - … Someone my muse commutes with ✂ - … Someone who dislikes my muse ↥ - … Someone who is attracted to my muse

SELF

♡ - … My muse’s younger self ♥ - … My muse’s older self ✘ - … An AU version of my muse ✿ - … My muse on a good day ♠ - … My muse on a bad day ✞ - Any version of my muse (asker specifies)

[digirainebow]

daryan is a little bit of all of us

[therealdaryan]

I fuckin’ love that video

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

grass is always greener asks.

If your muse could change one thing about their appearance, what would it be?

If your muse could have been born in a different background, would they prefer it, and what would it have been?

How does envy manifest in your muse? Are they envious?

What about others does your muse tend to envy?

If your muse could change one thing about their personality, what would it be?

What abilities does your muse feel they lack? Which do they wish they had?

Your muse has the opportunity to switch lives with one person. Whom do they choose and why?

+ add your own!

[roleplayer-memes]

SEND MY MUSE A SHITTY PICKUP LINE

[horrificmemes]

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

Send questions about yourself

Ask questions to/about your characters

Ask about your headcanons 

Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 

Ask about popular ships/headcanons

Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)

Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs

Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

[therealdaryan]

See you under the mistletoe

....

See ya there.

[therealdaryan]

What happened to your gf?

We split.

No hard feelin’s ‘round it, though.

[therealdaryan]

how did you get out of prison?

Someone decided to help me appeal my conviction with the argument that it was self-defense.

Good thing their gamble paid off. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to be doin’ what I’m doin’ now.

[therealdaryan]

wil u mary me?

I ain’t plannin’ on gettin’ married any time soon, thanks.

[therealdaryan]

True or false? You have a crush on Klavier.

Wh-what?!

Why the fuck would I have a crush on Gavin?! I mean, sure, dude looks like a lady but that don’t mean that I’ve got a crush on him!

[therealdaryan]

.....

What’s that supposed to mean?

[therealdaryan]

Update

Just lettin’ anybody whos been followin’ me know some things.

First things first, let’s talk ‘bout the album. It ain’t done yet, it’s supposed to be, I just hate it. It’s not gonna be done ‘til I’m happy.

With that outta the way, let’s move on to the real shit. Ya may have seen or heard ‘bout me bein’ engaged to a model called Jessica Taylor, known as Pepper in her work. We’re friends and we're always gonna be friends, as far as things are goin’. We’re not engaged. Or datin’. We had a talk ‘bout all of this and we decided it was best for us to “split up”. We both have our own lives and everythin’, but there’s nothing romantic goin’ on.

I’ll also only be answerin’ questions on Thursdays and replyin’ to everythin’ else on Saturdays. I need time to work and think.

- Daryan

[queenofmysharks-blog]

[therealdaryan]

Daryan watched Jessica walk into the hallway from the top of the stairs, as she was holding the tiara and blushing. He watched as she placed it on her head and looked in the mirror, her blue-gray eyes widening as she looked at her reflection. He had to admit she looked beautiful wearing it and part of him wanted to see her wearing it with a full dress and not the leggings and old hoodie she was wearing now.

He wanted to walk down to her, everything in him was telling him to do it but instead, he thought he’d wait and watch her a little longer. He had thought about her a lot since she left, she was his best friend after all. Except Gavin used to be his best friend a long time ago and he’d never thought about how nice it would be to lay on opposite sides of the sofa and watch Sharknado with him. He’d never craved closeness like this or wanted peace and quiet. He usually wanted to fuck shit up and play his music as loud as he wanted it.

He walked down the stairs, making sure that he made enough noise so she heard him and jerked his head towards the kitchen door. “We should sit down and talk,” He said, making sure his voice sounded like there was trouble ahead for her, “I think we definitely need to clear somethin’ up.”

[queenofmysharks-blog]

She heard his footsteps first and for a moment, she could imagine him creeping up behind her and quietly trying to scare her, but he didn’t. Instead, Daryan nodded towards the kitchen door. “We need to sit down and talk.” She just nodded at him, vaguely aware that she was staring so much that he was becoming slightly blurry as he carried on talking. He couldn’t possibly know, could he? There was no way that he could know that she was starting to develop certain feelings for him. She hadn’t even seen him in three weeks. Unless this was all to do with the tiara that he’d bought her, but she doubted it. He was still blurry when she looked at him and then, for a couple of moments, everything went dark.

[therealdaryan]

Daryan watched as she fell to the floor. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he took a couple of steps towards her. “Hey, Jess? C’mon, get up.” There was no response so he knelt down next to her and brushed a bit of her hair from her face, “Hey. Can ya hear me?” Still no response, so he picked her up as gently as he could and moved her to the sofa in the living room.

He sat near her for a while and just watched her breathe for a minute, just checking that nothing was too wrong before he covered her with his jacket. It was probably best to let her sleep whatever it was off. They could talk when she woke up.

It was going to be hard to tell her that he had a few issues with their fake engagement. The main one being that he was worried that nobody would take them seriously if there wasn’t at least a little affection involved. He wanted to be close to her, just being stupid. As friends.

[queenofmysharks-blog]

[therealdaryan]

Daryan watched Jessica walk into the hallway from the top of the stairs, as she was holding the tiara and blushing. He watched as she placed it on her head and looked in the mirror, her blue-gray eyes widening as she looked at her reflection. He had to admit she looked beautiful wearing it and part of him wanted to see her wearing it with a full dress and not the leggings and old hoodie she was wearing now.

He wanted to walk down to her, everything in him was telling him to do it but instead, he thought he’d wait and watch her a little longer. He had thought about her a lot since she left, she was his best friend after all. Except Gavin used to be his best friend a long time ago and he’d never thought about how nice it would be to lay on opposite sides of the sofa and watch Sharknado with him. He’d never craved closeness like this or wanted peace and quiet. He usually wanted to fuck shit up and play his music as loud as he wanted it.

He walked down the stairs, making sure that he made enough noise so she heard him and jerked his head towards the kitchen door. “We should sit down and talk,” He said, making sure his voice sounded like there was trouble ahead for her, “I think we definitely need to clear somethin’ up.”