#forchucksake

"i've been trying to turn this into a .gif but it won't work because, i think, the image is too big!! : (

  characters:

Trickster!Tavros ! ==> DEACTIVATED! : (

Trickster!John ! ==> www.thewhimisicaltrickster.tumblr.com

Experiment!Chuck ! ==> www.blondchiroptera.tumblr.com

Chuck ! ==> www.forchucksake.tumblr.com

Nadine!! (That's my character! :0 ) ==> www.gummi-chemist.tumblr.com

Lil' Tavvy ! ==> www.little-tavvy.tumblr.com

Mike Chilton, yeah ! ==> www.motorcitymutt.tumblr.com

  damn its WAY past christmas :') merry late christmas friends"

aha

aahh..haa....

w hy

all of them

A hand hit the beeping alarm clock next to the bed. With head spinning Mike sat up in his bed. The clock read 7 am. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor.

He hunched over burying his face in his hands. It was uncomfortably warm in his room. When he moved to the hall there wasn't much difference. Did someone turn up the heat again?

His neck was wet with sweat and he reached back trying to wipe it away. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. After he wiped it away he looked into the mirror. He normally tanned skin seemed pale in the light.

Every time I think about that "I'll take your left nutsack next" message that ForChucksake sent to Mayhem, I start giggling like a faggot

Literally I'm sitting in my college cafeteria right now at this second and I'm grinning as I type

+ dystopiandisastercontrol

+ forchucksake

+ limo-lord

+ trollsofthezodiac

+ burntoutvendetta

"New faces, huh?

As it happened, she had lost herself again, watching her own feet safely beneath a curtain of hair, instead of watching where she was going. Though she did admit that the change in terrain beneath her feet did not escape her, and had come so abruptly as to stop her immediately where she stood. Where there had once been pavement, there seemed to be rusted metal, and the tang of electricity hung in the air. She peered upwards at last, slowly absorbing this new scenery, eyes wide like a newborn child's.

She saw roads, suspended as if made their own entity; buildings, scattered about like broken building blocks, and more metal where there should be sky and night air. This place was new, even to her travels. The thought made her skin prickle uneasily. Without her realizing it, her arms rose up to curl around herself.

He wouldn’t come out, he told himself, as he curled into a fetal position beneath his multiple blankets, the heels of his palms clamped tightly over his ears. His breath is stale and tepid beneath his sheets, but that’s not enough to draw him out. He’d stay like this. Locked away in his room until the day was over. Until he was certain the anon effects were long gone.

As Chuck is cloistered in his room and attempting to wish the world away, a loud banging explodes against his door from outside with enough force to shake the door in its frame.