#bruisedwayned

Nick, Nick, Nick!!! I don’t know what I even have to say, considering I already wrote you a lil’ thing up on skype. However!!! There must be more things to say!!! Namely, even though I CLEARLY adore all our ships, more than anything I am grateful to know you because you’re an a m a z i n g person–– and you don’t give yourself enough credit for that. You’re kind, and funny, and an amazing writer. Plus, for an old dude (TWENTY FUCKING THREE WTF NICK), you’re pretty fucking awesome. (and still the hottest batman to ever exist u kno this). So here’s a little thing I made you to remind you of how much our ships ROCK. Let’s not forget how much Aaron loves Juliette, or the way Levi makes Cath smile, or how protective Piper gets over Jason, and how great of friends Arriane and Xavier are–– because let’s be honest, all those things ALSO apply to you and me. 

(P.S I ANNOTATED EACH GIF FOR U) ANYWHO - SINCE YOU WON’T GIVE ME UR ADDRESS AND I CAN’T SEND U A LOVELY CARE PACKAGE THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY, NICK DICK. <3 YOUR FOREVER GIRL, DANI, <333

The corners of Isabelle’s red-smeared lips perked up just slightly. Microscopically, even. The luxurious braid of ebony-dark hair cascading over her shoulder as she casually looped it round and round her wrist was shiny, thick, and glossy as it caught the light. “You’re so overdramatic, Mundie.” 

It was to her delight when his jaw dropped, revealing a row of adorable, slightly crooked teeth, and a set of incisors sharp enough to draw blood. It was last night when those same incisors were tracing constellations across her skin, small drops of blood rising up where she permitted, his eyes burning into hers as he looked up, smiling proudly as her neck arched, pleasure unfurling at the bottom of her stomach and rising, rising, rising…

Her finger traced the line of his jaw, pushing it up so his lips closed with an audible click as his teeth met. 

“The prequels were undeniably not as good as the movies. I’m not sorry about it, Simon.” 

Tonight they were curled together under the cover of night, watching as the moon waned behind ghostly clouds, the sky freckled with distant stars, twinkling and glimmering and shining with light from eons ago. Juliette warmed Warner’s hand between her own, as hungry for touch as ever, satisfied only when their fingers interlocked, their wrists touching. Tonight marked the anniversary of it all. Meeting, and falling in love (him), falling in hate (her), and falling in love, again (them). It marked the anniversary of how they broke through the shackles the stars had wound around them, and lived a life independent of what fate had written for them. Juliette didn’t like to believe in a Higher Power, but if there was one–– then this was the reality that they had been meant for, and they had made it there all on their own. She nodded against the soft material of Aaron’s sleeve, tonight’s scent that of lilies and sage, and as she breathed him in, she breathed out, “Right. And some things are.” It went unsaid almost every day, but every night they ended up here again. Whether it was on the roof, in bed, or interlocked somewhere else without a name, without a location, without anything, they always ended up here. Together. Two columns holding each other up. Supporting one another. 

Barbara yanked her mask off her face, her lips downturned into an expression of mixed anguish. In her grip, the mask felt more inconsequential now than ever, when it was quite the opposite, and she knew, somehow she knew that it was the same feeling for Dick. And for Jason, and Tim, and everyone else that had slipped on a role of a protector, and was since unable to take it off. And sure, she wouldn’t trade it in for the world, but sometimes there were slivers of time when it became a burden to bear. She was only human–– they were all only human, and it was so, so easy to forget that. “I know.” No one really understood how lonely it could be. The only people that would ever understand how it felt to carry the world on their shoulders were people like them, and maybe that was why they were so reluctant to let go of each other. Maybe that was why they always came back to each other. Maybe it had nothing to do with the universe, or fate, or some silly red string tied around their fingers. Maybe it was because they knew each other, and maybe it was because they were a team, and always would be. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. I’m here, and I will always be here. Until the day we die.” She let the slightest hint of a smile grow, before reaching out to slip his mask off his face, fingers lingering over the highest point of his cheek. “You and I, we’re a team, Dick. No ifs, ands, or buts.”“We’re a team. Always will be.” 

Long fingers wrapping around the blade of her newest sword, Isabelle stood away from where Simon reached out for her, his gaze on her skin like the sun on a cold day, but these days she was too frigid inside to be warmed by his presence. Too cold to take his hand, she retreated into herself, where a war was waging. A war between the strong, resilient Isabelle she’d always relied on being, and the one she rarely allowed herself the vulnerability of showing. “Simple, then, isn’t it?” She licked the remnants of faded lipstick from her lips, biting back hostility. “Don’t watch.” Everyone handles grief in their own way. 

Jace was too caught up in helping Clary to focus on his, and Alec went into isolation, focusing on his training. But what was she to do? How was she to deal with this leftover, raw emotion? Would talking about it help? Would it be enough to bury it? Who was she going to turn to? Her mother? Now, wasn’t that laughable. Her father? Even more so. She had no one to turn to.She breathed in, and the sword fell to the floor. Clang! “There’s no one to wrap their tiny arms around my legs anymore.”“Huh?”“Mom put away all his stuff, and now it’s like he was never even there.” She reached down to pick up the sword, her fingers lingering over the blade. “And… Now he’ll never complain about my food again.” Isabelle blinked against the hot burn behind her eyes. “He’ll never get his first rune, or kill his first demon. He’ll never find his Parabatai, or fall in love.” Tear by tear fell, Isabelle brushing them away without thought. “He won’t ever grow up.”“Isabelle––”“I-I don’t want to talk about it, Simon. Talking about it won’t fix anything… It won’t bring Max back.” In the blade, her distorted reflection was faded, the corners of her lips pulled down into one, pale smear of pink. “He’s gone now.” 

Isabelle/Simon

Isabelle placed a steady hand on Simon’s shoulder. “You’re hurting me by turning away. We promised each other no turning away. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re a vampire, Simon Lewis. I care about you whether your heart beats or not.” Her eyes dropped to a point below the suede curve of her heels. “And I know for a fact, you care about me too. So don’t make me leave, okay? Don’t let me.” 

I’ve only been running this blog for a couple months and already there’s 100+ of you guys following me and it’s all just so overwhelming because I have absolutely no idea what I did to deserve such amazing followers and friends. So without further ado, in honor (lmao) of my birthday and the 100 follower mark, I decided to do a lil’ thing for all my babies, since I love you all so very, very much. PSA: If I forgot to add anyone, drop me a line and I’ll put you in. <3

You put the sun, the moon, the stars in the sky:

teewrites: Tia, my lil’ bud of yolo-loving trash. You were my first and best friend RP, and for the two years that we’ve known each other, you’ve watched as my writing has grown and have been there for me when times got tough. I really don’t know what I would have done without you. We may not talk as much, but I believe we’ll always be as close as ever. I love you so, so much, and Imma never stop following your dumb butt. <3 Stydia/Cassander for life, hoe-biscuit.

devilsxbride: NEVE. MY SNOWFLAKE. ILY SUGARBEAN. I swear the way we met was fate. I knew from that first reply you sent me that you were a special one. I’m so happy we started roleplaying, because when I write with you, my muse goes off the charts and there’s just so much fricken’ electricity. It’s like sympathy for the devil, but kinda platonic? I’m so glad i found someone who shares my love of mastur****** (wink, wink) too. I can’t wait till you’re done with exams so we can MUSE. IT. UP.

bruisedwayned​: Ah yes, the person who made me start a roleplay blog from the beginning. I remember when we first met and the first thing we bonded over was a) our mutual love of Jason and Piper and b) Our mutual love of I must be dreaming. I still remember the egg salad sandwich massacre of 2014 like it was yesterday. All those tears shed... All those egg puns... I miss you and I hope everything works out soon so we can get back to dirty puns and shipping warnette together. Luv ya.

knockturnwrites: Well, well, well if it isn’t the feels destroyer. My shnookums. Do you remember the first time Ginger and Dalton talked? Do you remmeber all that chemistry and our shitty grammar? Because I sure as fuck do! Ugh, our first ship, but certainly not our last. I love all our babies, but not as much as I love you. No one gets the IB better than you, and no one gets my intense love of shipping weird matches with you more than you do. (Obviously.) Please pick up Taylor so we can angst shit up again. Gucci gucci, xoxo, and hey, hope your exams are going well. (P.S Remember Ru?)

adamparrishwrites​: #LITTLEPEYNITHINGS!!! I swear I might be a little bit in love with you but that’s okay because we’re the ambiguously (lmao, a lot more than ambiguously) gay duo and we are gae-ni. Also you’re a loser. Also you suck. Also kicks u. Also ily don’t leave me, you’re the Aidan to my Kylie and I need someone to bitch at when a hoe steals my crutches. Literally though, I’m so super glad we met, because you are so openminded and sweet and lovely and also a delight to be around. But also: haha nerd.

No words could capture my love for you:

kaneswrites​ clarkesrps maren1x1 redthreadwrites  graywaren archaic-role ronanlynchwrites aresrps mabelroserp

Lights of my life: