{ the end is near; }

par·a·noi·a { noun } extreme, irrational distrust of others.

[tirrit]

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[roleplayaskmemes]

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[cursedeternal]

bleeding hearts // open

[cursedeternal]

[ He doesn’t question the lack of fear or why she’s not screaming out in terror. No, he’s been around too long to be surprised when a h u m a n reacts outside the norm. He just lets out a small growl, eyes turning black. ]

What part of walk away do you not understand?

[tirrit]

  ❝ —— Oh, please. ❞

                   Black eyes. He's showing off.                    The young woman gave a quick                    flick of her middle finger.                    Consider her Valentine's Day ruined.

                            Briley crossed her arms,                              kicked a foot out in a lazed manner.                             She wondered if the woman knew                             she was dead. Then, her                             question was quickly answered                             by a ghosting aura drifting past her,                             panic laced on the dead girl's features.

                                        ❝ —— You going to apologize to her or what? ❞

[snapchattin]

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[cursedeternal]

bleeding hearts // open

[ Valentine’s Day was always one of the worst days of the year. Blood pumping faster through the veins of all humans, sexual drives running on a high. It was all so tempting, so difficult to resist. He tries to fight it. Really, he does.

His resolve is just weak. Much too weak.

His victim is a young woman. Early 20s. Probably on the way to some party or a date. He hadn’t stopped to ask.

Pinned in an alleyway, Mitchell drank from her. He drank and drank until he couldn’t possibly swallow another drop of blood and still, then, he continued on drinking.

It wasn’t until the sound of footsteps reached his ears that he let go of the woman, her body falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

His lips bloodied, fangs still out. Mitchell turns to face the interrupter. ]

I highly suggest you walk away right now.

[tirrit]

    ❝ ---- Oh. ❞

                   Seeing someone with their teeth fangs                    in another person's neck wasn't                    exactly how she wanted to spend                    her Valentine's Day. In fact,                    she probably could have gone                    her entire life without seeing                    someone's body fall so...                                  Lifeless.

                                                    Briley blinked once, then twice.

                                               She, however, wasn't exactly afraid.

                     She'd seen vamps before...                      Talked to one once, too.                      France was crawling with them.                      Bri simply pointed to the                      body of the woman,                      watching the static grey aura                      of death invade her limps.

            ❝ ---- You better clean up your mess. No one likes a sloppy eater. ❞

[thesataninavneck-deactivated201]

He leaned over her shoulder and looked at the book she was reading. “Well if you knew me you would know I’m far from normal, but I’m pretty sure normal people don’t randomly ready about cancer. Unless you’re trying to be a nurse or something”

[tirrit]

                 ❝ Hardly. ❞

                                 Brown eyes flick over her shoulder, ctahcing his gaze.                                  He wasn't normal. She could see it in his aura.                                  However, this is nothing new.                   

        ❝ —— Most people read about what interests them. I just happened to need to know a little more about death from this kind of thing... I mean, I'm not normal, after all. ❞ 

                                                                           Her voice slips into a whisper.

                        ❝ So, what's your deal? Vampire? ---- Werewolf? ❞

[tirrit]

                                                        [ + ＴＷＯ ]                                                                          DECEIT & WOLVES 

              { ✄ } -----                        ❝ You know, spying is rude. ❞

                                 Briley doesn't even flinch.                                  Her eyes remain on the bookcase before her.                                  They're glued on a scientific study, something about cancer.

                                 Interesting.                                 

                                                        ❝ ---- To normal people it is, anyways. ❞

[andimrobin-archive]

[7] come by while stiles researches.

Now that he can, he’s quickly arming himself with all the information he can get, loading it into his arsenal in case something should happen again. Stiles may as well prepare for the worst. Still, like it often does, Wikipedia can lead one in some strange…strange directions.

                 ”Weird.” He notices he isn’t alone, and without looking up, asks, “‘sup?”

[tirrit]

                 ❝ Hm? ❞

                                Murky eyes flicked up in surprise.

                                             Weird?

                                ---- He was talking to her.                                In fact, she was the only one in the library

                                                         Besides him, of course.

                                              ❝ Oh, uh, sorry. Did you say something? ❞

[mr-adler]

[tirrit]

in which the mun has too many blogs for her own good.

           anna - theo - loki - thorin - tauriel - black mask - daryl dixon - briley

[tirrit]

head canon ;;;

she was a shadow throughout high school. if asked about her, her classmate would have probably scowled: “who?” she kept her head down and her grades up. and on the weekends: she lied to parents and told them she was going to a friend’s house. really, she was at the local c e m e t e r y, trying to figure her gift out.

yeah, she was that girl.

[aw0nderfulmess]

[megalomaniia-deactivated2014053]

                     [:: he doesn’t actually remember what a syllable is,                          but the term sounds familiar.  probably something                          unimportant he learned in school, but he wouldn’t                          say he didn’t know. ::]

            “Thanks…,” 

                     [:: there is a slight pause as he runs his tongue over                          his teeth, unsure of himself ::]

            “I guess you don’t have to say my title,              You know.., since I’m not your superior.” 

                     [:: he smiled a very brief, very shy, smile.  why was he                          feeling shy?  perhaps because he didn’t know what                          the ever-loving fuck a syllable was. ::]

[tirrit]

               { There's a slight sigh of relief.                  Shoulders slack; her breath floods outwards.                  She was never good with titles.                   Maybe lord or madame, but Staff Sargent Jordan DeLagrange?                   She was nearly out of breath thinking it. }

                 ❝ Not my superior?                                          I mean, you can shoot a gun.                     ---- And fight, that too. All that cool soldier stuff.                      I can't do any of that. You're pretty superior to me.                                        Clearly, I suck. ❞

                                          { She knows what he meant.                                             She was just trying out that humor thing.                                             Probably failing miserably, but whatever.                                             She planned on calling him Jordan anyway. }

[vxrsity-deactivated20140616]

when your favorite rper is offline for the whole day and you just

[gabriellerizzo]

[belle-n0ir]

[tirrit]

                                              [ + ＦＩＶＥ ＳＯＵＬＳ ]                                                                 KNOCK, KNOCK. WHO'S THERE?

                         There are times when she simply w a n d e r s. She follows the twists and winds on her mind and blinks to find herself lost in the landscape, staring into a blank void.

                                                    It's a bit of a problem.

                                                  She can't help it, though.

        However, being dragged from her mind's dreaming can be confusing and today is no different -- It's rather violent. Ramming into someone rather hard sent the petite woman to the pavement, wide eyes blinking fast.

                                                      ❝ I'm so sorry. ❞

[guppylestrade-deactivated201707]

        { ♔ } —— ”I’d hardly ever bother visiting, but ma’am, that’s how my job works here.”

[tirrit]

                 ❝ Ah. ❞

                                 Briley shuffles, eyeing the man.                                  Not suspiciously eyeing -- no.                                  More... curiously.                                  

                                                        ❝ Well, no matter. Good evening. ❞