#knockturnwrites

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:

Untold Myth RP Character Aesthetics (in honor of the reopening): Lukas Wolfe

t a y r i c k a

the first time they kiss he’s upside down. a thick sheen of sweat lies over his brow and she smells vaguely like apples and Chanel. his lips are a little salty but it doesn’t matter. it’s still amazing.

the second time they kiss, her hands are dual infernos and everywhere she touches she aims to burn. he has to feel what she does too.

third time is slow. patient passion and burning candles and tender hands caressing skin. there’s no need to rush. they have forever. this is only the third kiss.

the fourth time, they’re healing. they’re broken. with their lips they drive away memories of fear and blood and decaying hearts. thoughts of night terrors are pushed aside. they will survive the trauma together.

the fifth time is the last time. the kiss is angry and filled with borderline hate and they’re both shaking and “i never want to see you again” this kiss is “fuck you!” this kiss is “don’t come back” this kiss is goodbye; the kiss is a lie. they always come back to each other.