SADISTIC.

[whiipping]

Dare! Punch someone

TRUTH OR DARE / accepting.

 yo if anyone wants tabby to punch their character, just like this & i’ll make a smol starter for you.

[whiipping]

'Paranoia!'

MEME / accepting.

                    ❛     you’re plotting against me, aren’t you ??     ❜

[whiipping]

twistcd:

                                she was passing by until someone hit her with a pen on the head, didn’t hurt but still, she was in a bad mood for everything that was already happening to her. a sigh escaped from her lips ❝next time watch it, alright?❞ violet said to the girl placing the pen on the table now that she picked that up.

                 tabitha certainly does not appreciate the girl’s tone & that little is actually how much it’s needed to tick her off.           ❛     how about this instead ...     ❜         she begins, her grin turning malevolent for a brief moment & then disappearing.           ❛     next time i actually aim for your head & pierce your skull with a pen. how about that ??     ❜

[whiipping]

rcsurrectcd:

Victor jumped as the pen smacked the side of his head, looking around him to fight the culprit. Eyes locked on the other as his usual straight face was plastered across his features. “Ça fait mal.” He complained in his first language. Although curious as to how the accident happened. If it was an accident, that was. “Are you okay?” 

                  upon hearing one of the languages she speaks fluently, tabitha glances up at the victim of her wrath only to give him an indifferent shrug of her narrow shoulders.           ❛     désolée.     ❜         it's painfully obvious that she’s not sorry, though. she crumples that little piece of paper that’s sitting in front of her & lets out an irritated sigh.           ❛     as okay as someone with une main coupée can be.     ❜        tabby raises her right arm, which has her bandaged hand reattached to it     -------     there’s nothing gory about the sight, though.

[whiipping]

                     normally, tabitha would attempt to make her reattached right hand functional again by trying to pick up & wield one of the knifes from her arsenal. this time, however, she opts for a pen because she actually has to write something down, which has become an impossible task for her, considering that she’s right-handed. since she can’t tighten her grip on the pen, she decides to use her unskilled left hand, leaving squiggly lines on a piece of paper instead of words. a loud, guttural noise indicates that she’s fed up, and tabitha throws the pen away in defeat, accidentally hitting someone in the head with it.

[notimmune]

his back is pressed against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest and fingers tangled in blonde locks as he tries to stop the hot tears that are streaking down his cheeks. none of this makes sense, he can still remember the feeling of the gun pressed to his head and the feeling of everything slowly deteriorating as he succumbed to the disease. had WICKED been messing with him this entire time? had it all been another horrible trial? his head jerks up at the sound of footsteps. “what do ya want?” his voice is oddly firm for someone who is crying but he’s just so tired. 

[whiipping]

                  ❛     i want you to quit whining in front of my door     ------     it’s distracting. stop it.     ❜           her arms are crossed over her chest ( her black leather top barely allows it ) & she’s glaring down at the mess of a boy who’s sitting on the hallway’s dirty floor. however, she’s quick to change her mind & soften up     ------     he’s just a kid after all.           ❛     listen, kid ... whoever made you weep is an asshole & i can single-handedly rip their heart out, just ... don’t cry, okay ?? it’s useless.       ❜

[warnersister-blog-deactivated20]

        it was a clear night and from the rooftop of her apartment building, dot could almost see the clutter of stars in the sky. if this was back home and not the brightly lit (( and highly polluted )) city of new york, the stars would likely appear to be endless. she missed that about home and she was hoping this would make her feel better. she wasn’t counting on the stars not being all that visible, though she should’ve known. as the young warner stared at the nearly empty sky, sitting on the edge of the rooftop feeling disappointed, she heard the door open and a set of lone footsteps. she turned to the sound and gave a small smile. ❝ hi. what brings you up here ?? ❞

[whiipping]

                   tabitha was hoping she’d be able to enjoy some solitude up there. the whole city’s crowded all the time & it’s almost impossible to get some peace & quiet in her apartment, so she wanted to go to the rooftop & perhaps try to make her hand work again. she has her trusty whip & a collection of knives with her     ——     wrapping her fingers around them was supposed to be step one, and only after completing that, would she be able to move on to handling them & perhaps throwing her knives at a target. she’s immediately disheartened once she sees a girl in front of herself, but she doesn’t let it show. perhaps she can scare her off     ——     she’s good at that.           ❛     wanted to throw my latest victim off the roof, make it look like a suicide, you know ?? it’s what i call typical monday night. same question goes to you.    ❜         not that she cares.

[musingsofmyhexrt]

You’re gone, gone, gone away 

I watched you disappear 

All that’s left 

is a  g h o s t  of you

[originalbex-blog]

❛ it seems that AWFUL, little mark has magically disappeared from my arm. maybe I SHOULD count my blessings. now, do tell me where in the bloody hell I am and if you’ve seen my family out and about; the mikaelsons. perhaps you’ve heard of us. ❜

[whiipping]

                    ❛     how fortunate.     ❜           she comments flatly, tasting the bitterness on her own tongue, and gives the blonde an indifferent look. she’s somewhat hiding her unresponsive hand behind her hip; yet again she tries to squeeze it into a fist, but to no avail.           ❛     dear lord, would it hurt to word it as an actual, polite question rather than a command ??     ------     i haven’t heard of you, thankfully. what, are you the new kardashians ?? you have a tv show & names that all start with an m ??       ❜

[whiipping]

Tabitha: So I texted Butch and he hasn't texted me back. Can you help me?

Barbara: What was his initial text?

Tabitha: 'Can't believe I miss you this much after 3 hours xo'

Barbara: What did you write back?

Tabitha: 'haha lame'

[wangsjoon]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[thistvd-deactivated20150209]

[whiipping]

“How did you get this?” [ Lucas | ofscions. ]

HOW DID YOU GET THIS ? / ACCEPTING.

                tabitha is the most confident ( read: arrogant ) girl one could ever meet. this means that, having forgotten her clothes in her room, she’s completely comfortable waltzing out of the bathroom solely in her underwear, a large scar on her stomach shamelessly exposed for every single one of her roommates to see.         ❛     stare a little harder at it, won’t you ??     ❜         she catches lucas red-handed, eyebrows cocked at him & hands resting on her bare hips.          ❛     i had a big surgery a couple of months ago. doesn’t look that nasty, right ??     ❜         she wonders. SURGERY   ------   what an interesting way to call your brother stabbing you in the gut with the intention to kill you.        

[whiipping]

☝

PLL MEME / ACCEPTING. ( 61 )

              ❛     can i crash at your place ??     ❜

[whiipping]

☝ (ofarians)

PLL MEME / ACCEPTING. ( 82 )

               ❛     don’t get up. i don’t want to accidentally run into your mouth again.     ❜

[whiipping]

☝ (wall-e thatwall-eboy)

PLL MEME / ACCEPTING. ( 28 )

                ❛     friends share secrets, that’s what keeps us close.     ❜

[whiipping]

Lucas or Barbara?

MEME / ACCEPTING.

                  ❛     neither is capable of satisfying my wants & needs, or is emotionally available, so i have to pass on both of them and find myself a new toy.    ❜