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@zerogxme-blog
Okay so, this may seem like an incredibly lengthy hiatus, but life is about to get a little busy for a few weeks if everything goes to plan which means I can’t be here as much as I’d prefer. The entirety of this hiatus isn’t a full one, so I feel the need to break it down for you all:
From the 10th - 15th Aug I’ll be getting everything sorted in preparation of going on vacation, therefore chances are I won’t be able to fully dedicate myself to replies as I’ll need to run errands, pack my things etc. I’m also still feeling ill :( which I’m praying will go away in time for when we head to the coast, so my head isn’t in the right place right now. I’ll still be around, just not as much and probably more in regards to lurking and putting posts on queue, than not.
Now, as aforementioned, on the 15th - 22nd Aug I’m going on family vacation! We’re staying in the country as we tend to due to my grandmother coming along and she’s not physically fit enough to travel abroad. But we’re heading towards the coast for a bit of countryside, sand and sea and I’m looking forward to some relaxation time. As it’s a family vacation, I’ll be dedicating practically all of my time to spending it with my loved ones and won’t have time (or the connectivity/signal) to get online. Therefore, this week will be a full hiatus and I won’t be reachable via tumblr or any other social network outlets (skype, kik etc.). I’m going to try to get things set up on a queue for when I’m away, but I make no promises. It really depends how much muse, time and general motivation I have to do things before I go.
As you may very well already know (if you read my ooc posts), I recently got offered a new job and whilst I’m still waiting to receive my official start date, I’m going to take a guess and say it’ll be within the next couple of weeks. Which is why from the 22nd Aug to 15th Sept I’ll be on semi-hiatus once again as I settle into my new routine and adjust. This in no way means I won’t be around, chances are some days I’ll be super active and others I’ll be absent. It’ll depend on how physically and emotionally drained I am until I grow attuned to a shift in schedule.
Putting Noah on varying states of hiatus in the next few weeks is a lot easier for me than to simply drop off the radar and potentially lose rp partners etc. due to the decline in activity. I’ll be reblogging this post at various intervals throughout my hiatus to inform everyone of what’s going on and I promise to get replies done and be active in all of my verseswhenever possible. I hope you all understand and that you stick with me through this period of inconsistent activity.
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Woah okay no, I’m still not feeling so great and my muse for Noah isn’t cooperating rn. So, I’ll try to come back to him later or tomorrow. Apologies or delays.
saiintnew:
“You’re still talking?” Brett questions, listening to the boy’s ragged breathing is enough to clue him off that the only reason Noah is saying anything is because he’s scared out of his wits. Which, he’s right to be. If it’s a problem for Brett, it’s usually a problem for everyone else. AS they make their way down the alley, it becomes more and more obvious that escape is going to allude them. Getting caught by whoever is chasing them doesn’t rank high on Brett’s list of things to do, so his gunmetal eyes search every corner of the broken building’s around them for some form of solace or sanctuary. “There!” He points, a broken window the only opening to safety in a while. Brett grabs Noah’s arm and pushes him toward it as they run, getting him to the wall before stopping completely. “Here,” he whispers, folding his hands together. “I’m going to boost you through the window, and you need to unlock the door for me, understand?” The unmistakable sound of boots slapping hard against cement echoes down the paved path. “Hurry!”
Exerted lungs disintegrating beneath the weight of physical activity far beyond that which he’s accustomed to, denim veiled limbs threatening to keel under with every slap of sneaker clad soles to the rubble laced concrete underfoot, the ruffled haired male was barely able to formulate an un-amused scoff in response to the other’s inquiry; the understanding that he needed to preserve as much oxygen as was humanly possible in order to make it through the night alive, unnervingly apparent. Blood rushed flesh had long since parted, hues of sea glass marred with a fresh layer of moisture that arose to distort what’d once been cut glass vision and with fear fermenting within the shadows of his consciousness, it presenting itself as a threat biting at the bit to consume, it was all the Foster teen could to pray he wasn’t about to become the next victim on an ever increasing hit list. A flex of lithe digits where they’d curled under to grip the ribbed cuffs of his grey cardigan, a falter in motion that provided an outward indication of intensifying fatigue and handsome features were shifting immediately to regard the broken window his companion had pointed at; him barely hesitating in allowing Brett to pull him along.
He was granted little more than a cluster of seconds to catch his breath, calloused palms instinctively seeking out the planes of his thighs in order for him to bend at the waist; every inhale rattling obnoxiously through a throat aflame. The urgency of their circumstances still stood and as tempting as sliding down the wall to his right and surrendering to whatever horror was hot on their tail was, rationality was quick to plead with him to continue. With a flex of a sculpted jaw, him nodding mutely in understanding of the broader male’s orders, Noah was slotting his foot into his interlocked palms before unease could anchor him to the spot; a shift of limbs and all the strength in his arsenal he could muster, aiding him in sliding, if not rather ungracefully, through the broken window that stood as their only means of sanctuary. He landed on the dusty floor upon the other side with a dull thud, sharp pinpricks of agony shooting through the side of his torso which was gradually growing slick with scarlet; the small snag in his shirt a sign that he’d caught against one of the broken fragments of glass during his descent, his unbuttoned cardigan having slid from lean shoulders to pool at his elbows.
Pain, regardless of how profound however, was cast aside in favor of respecting the young man who may very well have just saved his life’s wishes; him scrambling to his feet and making a beeline for the large set of doors that lay across the darkened room, pure instinctive guiding slim digits towards the steel bolt that sealed the entrance way shut long before his mind could hone in on his own actions, it taking the last of his dwindling energy and a few failed attempts (accompanied by exhaled curses forged from the flames of his mounting frustration) to slide the lock aside, him pulling the door open with a hushed call of the other’s name as a figure in silhouette made its way towards them through the alleyway.
reblog with muse and mun’s current mood
Muse
Mun
‘ CRAZY ZOMBIE SEX VIRUS ‘
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING
dornishasshole:
“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”
“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”
“I’m scared, hold me!”
“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”
“Tickle war has been declared!”
“Bunny pyjamas, really?”
“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Come on, just one bite.”
“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”
“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”
“You’re so huggable.”
“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”
“Have you fallen asleep on me?”
“Am I dead?”
“Another one?”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Are you afraid of God?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you lost?”
“Are you really that shallow?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Are you sure there were no…
“How do you really feel about me?”
“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”
“Would you care if I was gone?”
“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”
“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”
“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”
“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”
“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”
“Just for today. Please.”
“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”
“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”
“I… have loved you this whole time.”
“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”
“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”
“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”
“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”
“Woah, when did you get that?”
“Who did this to you?”
“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
“You’re saying this was an accident?”
“What a shiner!”
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”
“Let me kiss it better.”
“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
“Another fight?”
“What happened to your face?”
“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“You’re bleeding!”
“What are friends for, ey?”
“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
“You need to look where you’re going.”
“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
“How could you be so careless?”
“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
“H-how many of them were there?”
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
“The past is in the past.”
“I’m where I’m meant to be.”
“I know you!”
“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”
“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”
“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”
“Just look at the world around you!”
“Someday my prince will come.”
“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”
“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”
“But you’ll never know me.”
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
martinlydxas:
When the male had made a comment about how females would be considered crazy due to their foot wear, her heel instantly tapped against the hardwood floor. Lydia Martin was just a portion like the other females in her school. While she was always clad in the latest trends, her IQ was one of the highest in the school, and that was something that she wanted to keep a secret. The strawberry blonde was known to be smart, but not a genius. She couldn’t risk her popularity due to her intelligence.
“Most females in this school have matched the qualifications of what would cause someone to be murdered in one of those slasher movies that you are always going on about. Between the sexual activities that happen all the time, and the being completely naive to their surroundings. I’m not shocked that Nina was the first one to die.”
Tapping her pen against the table, her eyebrow rose as she tried to take in the boys reaction, not really sure how he was going to react. The subject of Nina was sensitive to certain people, but with him it probably wasn’t. It might have caused him to get more into what it is like to be in a slasher movie and why she specifically was the first one to die. She was the most manipulative person in the school, she was rich, had a hot body and was sexually active with the majority of Lakewood Highs male population.
“And what if I tell you that i’m not just a carbon copy of all the blonde haired barbie dolls in this place? While i don’t want to be a victim to the person killing these people, I want to know if I am someone who might be targeted. I have the best heels and car in this school, but that’s not where it ends for me. Just like, there is more to you than slasher movies. But tell me, Noah Foster, do you think that you are possibly a target? Seeing that you know so much?”
“Whilst you’re- semi accurate in regards to the criteria that was met in order for Nina to be the first of Lakewood’s finest to bite the dust, I think the motive here was a little more complex… Or at least, it’s starting to look that way. Nina Patterson was, for want of a better word, a bitch and karma has a way of coming back around clad in something akin to sweet justice. Sexual promiscuity and an arguable lack of intellect are merely factors in a much larger, twisted formula, concocted by some small town maniac out for blood. It’d be insulting to suggest the ‘queen’s’ demise was due to little more than fitting the profile of some bimbo cheerleader who dies within the first five minutes of a blissfully cliché slasher flick.”
Handsome features maintaining a characteristic degree of elation, icy hues flickering between the array of notes that lay before him on the desk and the young woman opposite, the ruffled haired male proved powerless to suppress an almost imperceptible smile that arose in light of Lydia’s evident attempts to reading his reaction to the topic they’d all but free fallen into; lithe digits fiddling with his own pen, free palm lying flat against the table. It would be wrong to suggest Noah hadn’t been shocked to hear of one of the most popular girls in school’s brutal murder, hell it’d be inaccurate to suggest he hadn’t found himself somewhat intrigued. However, grief was an emotion he hadn’t experienced and probably never would when remembering the force of nature that’d roamed the halls of their school like that of a queen to a vast kingdom. He’d, by choice of course, failed to know the girl on a personal level and had gone out of his way to ensure he hadn’t become an unintentional target for one of her twisted little games.
“I’d say given a distinct lack of evidence, I have absolutely no reason to believe that to be true and nor would our killer unless he or she in connected to you on a personal level. I hate to break it to you, but there’s no way of knowing who’s next and well, I personally think that’s the beauty of it; even if it is kind of unsettling at the same time. Lydia, everyone’s fair game. Myself included. The fact that I know so much however, is irrelevant. We’re all sitting ducks regardless of social status and insight.”
ghostfacx:
Kirby watched the boy and couldn’t hold her tongue. “You must be kidding me. We’re safe until one of us needs to pee, or two of us disappear to make out or someone goes outside to get better cell reception.” Kirby was no stranger to this, having been stabbed herself the night of a party similar to this. Red cups & good ideas were not enough to keep you alive. “We’re at the hands of the murderer. We’re not safe until they’re caught and even then….”
“Woah, well aren’t you just brimming with optimism? Bladder control aside, I’m sure we can all control our raging hormones for one night to avoid sneaking off to suck face and cell reception is still obtainable when in a group of more than three people; it’s not an act that relies upon one being solo. Sure, we’re at the hands of the murderer, there’s no denying that but the trick is not to make it so easy by executing rookie mistakes. I don’t think we’re ever safe, there’s a fine line between sanity and that which pushes someone towards committing murder. We’re simply less secure than we were before.”
I did some digging into “Mr. Seth Branson.” You know what I found? He doesn’t exist?