#corruptedcode

@corruptedcode​ sent “ i’m not giving up on you. not ever. ” | for johnny!!! |

It’s something he isn’t used to hearing - having someone refuse to give up on him. Back when he was alive, people would try and then they would say to hell with it and give up. Not that he blamed them now, he never made it easy on them. Especially not Kerry, the one who wanted to help him the most and instead he’d spat out something vicious at him and pushed him away.

But, Johnny is not the man he used to be and V helping him? Well, he’s not going to lash out at her for that. He holds her with deep respect and she means a lot to him, a lot more than he cares to admit, so her saying that - it means a lot to him.

@corruptedcode sent “ i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in. ” | JOHNNY!!!! XOXOXO |

Yeah, he knows a thing or two about not wanting to let people in and past the carefully constructed walls he’s put up. They’re a lot more alike than either of them want to admit - they’ve seen each other’s memories, what their childhoods were like. They know more about each other than anyone else ever will. A part of Johnny hates it, another part of him is relieved by it.

@corruptedcode​ sent ❝ sometimes i think it’s all too lovely to be true… that something’s bound to happen, another war or some other horror. ❞ | FOR JUDY !! uwu |

@corruptedcode sent “YOU SHOULD STAY ANOTHER NIGHT WITH ME.” | PANAM BYE |

SEND ME, “YOU SHOULD STAY ANOTHER NIGHT WITH ME.” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS ASKING THEM TO STAY AFTER A ONE NIGHT STAND.

Status: ACCEPTING

Being with a woman - it’s new for Panam but it had been amazing. Her night passionate and intimate night spent with V, it was unlike anything that Panam had ever experienced before. There is something different about being with a woman than there is about being with a man. 

Soft lifts, soft skin, and V definetly knew what she was doing. It’s certainly not something she’d mind doing again.

V’s words bring Panam out of her thoughts and she turns over to on her side to face the woman, propping her head up in the palm of her hand as she plays over her words in her mind. Is that a proposition or something more?

I have starters in my drafts for the following people:

Kujatheclone

Corruptedcode

Sephonfire

Kefkasworld (Modern au)

Orebayunfang

「♛」― ；He isn't entirely sure that, if asked, he would freely admit that underneath his title, he's just a stupid kid given a magnificent crown.

It was a good idea at first; one that caused him to shift in the hold of the route's grassy knoll before sitting up completely, pokéball already in his hand, leading him to call out Charizard. Today is a beautiful day, he thought, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to kill his boredom and time.

Charizard already understood, positioning himself for Red to climb on his back. When Red turned his hat backwards, the dragon took off without further instruction.

The two remained low―the way the wind rushes against his cheeks invigorating him―and without a second thought, his hands were thrust skyward to skim the air.

When he felt himself tilt back and the creature sputter mid-flight, he realizes how bad of an idea it actually was.

★★★The reptilian notices the mechanical queen and the way he stops―the way he swerves to avoid the girl only launches his owner forward, sending his hat in one direction and the boy in another: her's.

The collision turns them into a mass of crumpled forms and tangled limbs, attracting stray blades of the grass they roll across together.

"Fuck," Red breathes upon coming to a stop, his curse a mix between worry and a hiss of pain. Finally able to register what the hell just happened, he immediately removes himself from the android's space, eyes wide.

"A - Are you okay?!"

"My my, it seems the Little Queen has decided to grace me with her presence~" A seemingly mocking tone was one that heralded the notice of the white-haired preeminent. 

His singular golden hue flicked towards her, the empty socket besides it giving hardly a movement that corresponded with the movement of his head. The right arm that rested upon the armrest of his chair moved forward a slight bit to give off the impression that his attention was held, even if he was still as bored as he had been before she had arrived.

Hopefully she would change that.