#armedwithaflashlight

“I mean Barry does have deft hands for repairs, but only if we’re talking about the inside of a gun,” Claire mused with a smirk. 

Turning toward the younger Burton, Claire’s expression softened as she took in the sight of Moira, grubbied from maintenance and clearly frustrated at whatever was plaguing her bike. She knew how it felt – her Heritage softail had recently decided to recently kill its electric starter just as the weather had warmed up, but she loved that bike to pieces despite it getting on in the years and found Moira was the same when it came to her bikes. 

Her eyes flicked downward, gazing a the rag being reflexively squeezed to death, and reached for her friend’s hand despite protests to assess the damage. Claire tutted as she dabbed at the small cut with the rag.

@armedwithaflashlight | 13: blinded temporarily

Blackness. Inky. Swirling. Brooke staggered to her feet, then promptly fell back to the ground. “Shit,” she muttered. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” She felt around for something to grab onto. She found an arm.

He  could  never  sleep  so  well  as  he  used  to  be  able  to,   in  another  time  when  the  past  was  nothing  but  scraped  egos  and  lecturing  brothers.   A  smile  curves  onto  his  face  and  he  presses  the  flat  of  his  palm  against  it,   staring  at  nothing  and  thinking  of  everything.   It  was  moments  like  these  when  he  didn’t  care  about  his  powers  flaying  about  and  rising  from  him  like  smoke  and  neon;    like  a  sponge  smushed.   

“Can’t  sleep?“

It’s  difficult.  It  isn’t  easy.  I  stopped  trying  to  for  the  past  year.    His  features  affixed  to  a  lazy  smile,   he  visibly  brightens  at  her  arrival;   a  chipper  early  morning  tone  saturating  each  word,   “usually  what  happens  when  you  sleep  for  the  oh,  16  hours  straight.” 

One  hand  beneath  the  weight  of  his  shin,   elbow  on  knee,   he  reaches  out  to  her  with  the  other  with  a  heated  palm  that  rested  briefly  —  seconds  —  on  the  top  of  her  head  until  he  tousled   her  hair.    His  nose  crinkling  at  his  own  mischief,   laughing  in  the  early  morning  — quietly,  softly  ;   a  barely  there  sound  amid  the  whoosh  of  the  cars  beneath  their  dangling  legs  —    “Good  morning. ”

His  mood  settles  into  something  brighter  than  before,   and  it’s  all  he  says.   It  sound  boyish,  childish,  innocent   from  the  boy  who  loved  nothing  more  then  to  hear  his  own  voice,   wreak  mischief  with  loud  laughter  and  teasing  jokes.   

“ Simply exquisite, aren’t they? ” 

            APERTURE CLICKS! Preserving in time the twisted and decaying remnants of the plagued. Where others on the scene might have seen gore and tragedy-- horror beyond horror-- the artist saw naught but beauty. The perfect subjects for his newest great work! Life, death, the struggle of the primal instincts and the acting of the passions! 

MOIRA BURTON MOOD BOARD — @armedwithaflashlight

SEND ME A URL AND I’LL WRITE SOME POSITIVITY FOR IT.

(( You are an actual hamburger, tho. I love this shit ~! Truth be told - there are lovely people all over tumblr. Enough of them to thankfully outweigh the bad. I could probably write positivity for every last one of my followers; but that’d be a long post and sort of self-indulgent, I think. Still - here’s five!

@ofsilverguns

Fuckin’ awesome human being. Great fun to roleplay with and totally down-to-earth. No pressure, no over-the-top fast-replies; just basic, enjoyable roleplaying. Both of our threads spur my mind on and your laid-back nature makes roleplaying with you so enjoyable. As for the mun - you’re so nice! I want to bother you more, but then I love that we’re both chill enough to talk every once in a while / follow each other’s shit and then just like, have a one off conversation before going quiet. I like that. You’re cool. Stay cool! B) 

@stxveburnside

What can I say? I can’t help myself when it comes to following Stxve on literally all of my blogs. Our roleplay between Murphy and Steve was a real eye-opener and one I enjoyed thoroughly enough to always wanna see your writing / rp style on my dash. I love your characterisation of Steve, as well as the effort you put into such an underrated character. And as for you - personally, you’re just lovely. Got a fabulously good heart. Thank you for sticking around. <3 

@sleepykirimu

The former-mun-of-a-certain-character who also happens to be a massive sweetheart. I don’t even know what I can say other than that if it weren’t for your anons and support like yours, I would’ve deleted this blog long ago. You’re an amazing writer - one I seriously need to do something with - and a person kind enough to take time out to reassure a big ol’ ninny like me. You’re sweet...and fabulous, too!

@adventurouswind

What’s that? Somebody giving FFV and it’s amazing characters EXACTLY the sort of love they deserve? WELL, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. Bartz-mun ; I have to ask. Are you Bartz? Like, everything from your kindness to your super happy nature just reminds me of Bartz himself. And your characterisation? On par. Perfecto. You’re a really sweet person and that’s a lovely thing to see in today’s RP community. Keep being awesome - keep giving out and sharing the love that Bartz deserves. 

@scarredbymonsters