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@weaknessofheaven

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OOC;
Maybe I should make this blog fucking active again. Shit.
Starter for @weaknessofheaven
Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)
Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.
Ress knew from the case file, that the demon in question found people and killed them. She wasn’t sure why, but she had to bring it to an end. One way or another. She was a huntress, and she wasn’t willing to back down on this mission.
And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.
And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.
The little shadow hauled himself up to the bar and leaned on it, trying to get a grip on his head for a minute before ordering a rum and coke. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too dull around here tonight.
Ress looked over to her right seeing a male looking like a new teenager being brought into a bar, but then she saw it. The hint of red glowing eyes, for a brief second. That was her target, bring the demon in or expel him. Her only disadvantage was that she didn’t know what kind of powers he had, she only knew he was dangerous. She looked back to the bar, thinking that it would be better to approach him now.
“You look young, for 18,” she replied to the male, as her drink was placed in front of her, and his rum was placed on the bar counter. “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment,” she added before taking a sip of her whiskey.
He glanced over as the woman spoke. A brow rose as he watched her a moment. Young for 18. Right. His body was stuck in a state of stasis. And it would stay that way until he found his Master again. After being disconnected from him for so long, it screwed with his inner-workings. And sometimes, Oren felt as though he were a shell of himself. Honestly? It was more than a little discomforting.
“Thanks,” he kept his voice low. This woman was strange. And there was a scent about her… He knew it would be dangerous to stay near her, but he also knew it would be just as deadly for him to run.
And he had yet to decide how suicidal he was feeling tonight.
So he took a sip of his drink, giving a small nod to the bartender, “I’m not 18, though. But its close enough.”
“The farthest I’ll go is 20, or is that too old?” She asked looking over to him. There was nothing else to think except how dangerous he was. Ress knew she had to be careful around demons like him, but it wouldn’t hurt to know who he actually was.
She took another sip of her drink, before finishing it, knowing the alcohol was getting to her head. “How about you and me get out of here?” She said flirting a little.
Oren just smirked, but didn’t give an answer. She probably would have had a heart attack knowing he was little more than three or four. Maybe five. And then came the question. The one that set hie nerves alight and had him watch from the corner of his eye.
Well. He could eat something... And since she was so willing....
The little shadow gave a shrug of a shoulder, “Sure. Why the fuck not.”
But he was hoping that there was no way in hell that little conversation was meant to make him drawn to her. Because really, it had done nothing for him.
of-ice-and-steel has found you! Congratulations.
He’d been alone for a while again. in the dark. In the cold. In the quiet. As though he’d been discarded. But at this point, he wasn’t sure if he had been the one thrown away, or if he’d thrown the world away.
Down the streets he wandered, brooding. It was quiet that night, but it was to be expected as it ran into the early hours of the day. But what wasn’t expected was that presence he could feel, nagging at the edge of his sense. Just out of his reach. And it had him pause, glancing back over his shoulder. Who was there?
“... Hello?”
OOC;
Starter call!
Do I owe anybody a starter or would they like one? Let me know!

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Starter for @weaknessofheaven
Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)
Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.
Ress knew from the case file, that the demon in question found people and killed them. She wasn’t sure why, but she had to bring it to an end. One way or another. She was a huntress, and she wasn’t willing to back down on this mission.
And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.
And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.
The little shadow hauled himself up to the bar and leaned on it, trying to get a grip on his head for a minute before ordering a rum and coke. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too dull around here tonight.
Ress looked over to her right seeing a male looking like a new teenager being brought into a bar, but then she saw it. The hint of red glowing eyes, for a brief second. That was her target, bring the demon in or expel him. Her only disadvantage was that she didn’t know what kind of powers he had, she only knew he was dangerous. She looked back to the bar, thinking that it would be better to approach him now.
“You look young, for 18,” she replied to the male, as her drink was placed in front of her, and his rum was placed on the bar counter. “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment,” she added before taking a sip of her whiskey.
He glanced over as the woman spoke. A brow rose as he watched her a moment. Young for 18. Right. His body was stuck in a state of stasis. And it would stay that way until he found his Master again. After being disconnected from him for so long, it screwed with his inner-workings. And sometimes, Oren felt as though he were a shell of himself. Honestly? It was more than a little discomforting.
“Thanks,” he kept his voice low. This woman was strange. And there was a scent about her... He knew it would be dangerous to stay near her, but he also knew it would be just as deadly for him to run.
And he had yet to decide how suicidal he was feeling tonight.
So he took a sip of his drink, giving a small nod to the bartender, “I’m not 18, though. But its close enough.”
Hey! Just wanted to know if you wanted a starter from me. Or if you wanted to plot.
Uh. Sure? lol
The more the merrier, right?
Starter for @weaknessofheaven
Muse: Ress “Excerpt” Kingsley (you can ask for more information if you’d like)
Ress has been given the mission of hunting down a certain local demon in the city, and she hadn’t thought much of it. Just wearing slightly lower clothing than usual would get any man’s attention, unless he would be gay or something. But for some reason she doubted that. In her purse held a book, the Bible; known to expel demons, which was her specialty. She sat at the bar in a short dress, and high heels, making her easy prey to spot. “Whiskey on the rocks.” she said to the bartender as he nodded.
Ress knew from the case file, that the demon in question found people and killed them. She wasn’t sure why, but she had to bring it to an end. One way or another. She was a huntress, and she wasn’t willing to back down on this mission.
And for Oren, it was just another lonely Saturday night. Not that he minded, necessarily, but it was enough to put him in a semi-foul mood. It was on his list of things he tried to avoid for himself, being lonely and bored. But with everyone seeming to have vanished in his own absence, he couldn’t have really been all that surprised. But it didn’t help the sting lessen any.
And he quietly wandered into the bar, hoping for a bit of fun. It was once his usual haunt a long time ago, so the bartender gave him no gruff for walking in. The joys of being the shadow of a teenager.
The little shadow hauled himself up to the bar and leaned on it, trying to get a grip on his head for a minute before ordering a rum and coke. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too dull around here tonight.
Reblogging the wrong shit makes me want to crawl in a hole.
My bad.
even more fucking text memes!
symbols:
send ☀ for a good fucking morning text
send ✉ for a un fucking sent text
send ❤ for an i fucking love you text
send ☾ for a good fucking night text
send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text
send ✕ for of course fucking not text
send ✂ for a fucking lying text
send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text
send ♋ for a fucking sext
send ► for a fucking wrong person text
send ☢ for a fucking drunken text
actual texts:
txt - "where the fucking hell are you ?"
txt - "i'm going to fucking kill you."
txt - "you looked so fucking hot today."
txt - "why the fuck did you say that?"
txt - "you're a fucking asshole."
txt - "did you fuck him/her?"
txt - "fuck, i did a bad thing."
txt - "you fucking infuriate me."
txt - "seriously, what the actual fuck?"
txt - "did you actually fucking do that?"
txt - "are you fucking drunk right now?"
txt - "i want to fuck you."
txt - "fuck right off."
txt - "i'm fucking sorry."
txt - "i won't fucking apologise."
txt - "this is your fucking fault."
txt - "you're fucking beautiful."
txt - "you're fucking ugly."
txt - "i can't actually believe you fucking did that."
txt - "i fucking despise you."
txt - "fuck."
txt - "i'm in the fucking hospital."
txt - "why the fuck did you do that?"
txt - "i've been fucking arrested."
txt - "i've broken my fucking arm."
txt - "just fucking shut up already."
txt - "lets have fucking shower sex."
txt - "send me fucking pictures."
txt - "n0 of cours im nt fvbking drunk!!"
txt - "i want you fucking naked."
txt - "fuck, that wasnt meant for you."

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The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
NFSW ANON HOUR
send my muse nsfw related questions and they HAVE to answer them
The Urmaritor
Jagger Urmăritor Rious
→ This asshole is a vampire
→ Follow this OC shit
→ Miss Finna is the Mun
→ He really needs some friends to bug the shit out of him
→ He won’t eat you alive. This time.
I know Original Characters can be a little sketchy here on Tumblr. But I’ve had Jagger for more than a few years. And I’m ready to show him to you all. I’d appreciate if you could follow and give him a chance. I know I’m taking a big gamble on him, but I think you all would like him!
-Miss Finna

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“Well. Yeah. They should. I’m not saying you should give it up and junk. Just. Don’t eat a lot of it?” Wow. Such brotherly advice. Perfect. Give the boy a gold star.
❝ A-Alright, Oren. I shall attempt. There are other apple treats, did you know? B-But what about you and blackberries? Is there blackberry pie? ❞ Surely there must be…Unless, no one had attempted before? Hm. Gone are the worries of no apple pie, replaced only with the gun’s wish to see her brother happy.
Oh. He’d never thought about that. Blackberry pie? Surely, that had to exist. He was trying to recall if he’d ever had it and his mind was engulfed in the flavor of warmth for a minute, the surgary sweetness on his tongue, followed by the tang of blackberries. And if it was warm, the chill of vanilla ice-cream to follow--
“Yes.” Damn. Now he was hungry.
What animal would you say my muse is?