#jitteringfrenzy

Send ツ and I’ll name a blog that I think needs more love.

@the-ghost-face, @abxndcned, @jitteringfrenzy, @butchmeat, @myersed

1. I love interacting with their Ghost Face, it’s always fun to write with them and their ghost face is well-written, I also adore the SusiexGhosty drama that is going on!

2. Always makes me laugh with their dash commentary//memes/conversations of their muse or whatever you can call it and I love that, thank you for always giving me a good laugh!

3. Lovely Susie roleplayer, definitely deserve more love and have no reason to be insecure about their writing skill/style, it is wonderful and I hope I don’t bother you too much with my frank <3

4.​ Always see them on my dash and adore from afar, always want to say hi to them but always was scared but everything I’ve seen so far from them was wonderful so follow them!

Vanta pulled their hand back as Susie attempted to stand, practically falling apart both figuratively and literally as she violently coughed and hacked. They were not too far from the Legionnaire’s home turf, the bitter frost clinging to the ends of evergreen needles and their barely visible breath clear indicators of that. It was hard to tell outright, but no doubt the cold was helping to exacerbate her symptoms if she truly was getting sick.

Something... doesn’t seem right. These symptoms look... oddly familiar. But I can’t... remember why.

“Yeah? Uh... I’m here. You’re okay, lilybud,” They warily reassured. They reached back down again to rub at her back, not sure what else they could do to try and ease her pain.

Dwight would have never expected anyone to surprise him in such a way, but the fact that it was Susie made it be more than welcome. That girl wasn’t like the rest of the Legion. He felt like she was more than them, she didn’t belong in it. If only there was a way for her to get out of this madness.

If only he wouldn’t find himself being a creep if he returned the kiss he would do it, but instead be put an arm around her back to rub her shoulder and give her a small squeeze against his side.

Feeling arms wrap around him, he brought his own to surround hers and held her tight in his arms. Letting his face fall and hum into her lovely petal pearl and cerulean locks. It was nice to have her here with him. 

“Oh yeah?” “Glad to hear you taught that fucker a lesson.” Frank snarked as he let her go so she could sit, Himself falling into the nearby couch as he rest a foot over his knee and held his ankle. His free hand digging into his pocket for his smokes and lighter. 

“No one fucks with our Legion. Right baby doll?” He asked with a coy smile, lifting a cigarette to his lips and holding it there as he lit it. Taking a long drag and letting the smoke settle in his lungs before he blew it out.

« bonding over braces » / @jitteringfrenzy / accepting

“WOAH!”     TO SAY QUENTIN WAS KNOCKED OFF HIS FEET WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT, seeing as the poor boy was pushed all the way onto the ground, his hands around the waist of whoever had launched themselves at him. Slowly, he groaned, opening his eyes and rubbing at them before recognizing the figure and smiling, blue braces catching the light of an unfinished generator.