Random Starters

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_{“Don’t pretend that I didn’t matter to you!”}

_{“Why do you care?”}

_{“You’re the one who left!”}

_{“Believe what you want.”}

_{“You’re wrong.”}

_{“You think you know everything about me, but you don’t.”}

_{“I found this last night. Is it yours?”}

_{“I’m guilty.”}

_{“How could you do that?”}

_{“Holy shit!”}

_{“If you ever loved me you’d let me go.”}

_{“Love you? How could I ever love you? You’re broken and I’m not going to try and fix that.”}

_{“Shut up!”}

_{“But you promised.”}

_{“I’m going to just… leave then.”}

          _{’ —-The day seems rather gloomy, no? ’}

Masterpost of Muses;

_{Robb Stark | Semi-Hiatus}

_{Rosalie Hale | High Activity}

_{Zack Fair | Hiatus}

_{Simba | Possible Revival}

_{Rebekah Mikaelson | Possible Revival}

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_{this is her… I love you, but I’m fed up with you face. She uses it for everything tbh.}

T r a n s l u c e n t;

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☢T.D.—  That face now covered in smeared makeup showed her expression that the men left on her. After the delicate frame stood up, Tyler did the same holding out his pack of cigarettes to her. Those beige oculars eyed her closely, Taking out a tissue from his pocket to be honest he forgot why he had that. Fingers covered in blood held out the tissue, a simper on his aspect.

                                   ”What’s your name?”

                      _{’ Thanks– Again. ’}

           _{—-Lighting the smoke she took his tissue with a graceful flick of her wrist. Whispering yet another thank you, as she cleaned herself up as best she could. Yet, her long legs felt like jello underneath her body and once again she decided to sit, to collect herself. Blonde head resting against the brick, this time without tears, and this time she was a calmer.}

                                     _{’ Rosalie– Rosalie Hale. And the name of my rescuer? ’}

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     His phone buzzes and Dean’s almost too tipsy to care. He should, he knows he should but tonight he just wants to forget about the mess that has become his life. He’s here, after all, hitting on the hot chick behind the bar while checking his crappy throw-away phone to cease the annoying buzzing noise that echoes through his entire head. When it refuses to settle the hunter puts enough cash on the bar to pay for his rounds. Sammy’s persistent; he’ll give his brother that.

     Standing up and moving out, especially when he was so close to getting her number. What a world. That would prove to be his two biggest challenges of the night.

     Of course; it would be the one night he bumped into someone that ticked all his boxes when he was too busy trying to get back to Sammy and this stupid case.

                         ”— Sorry ‘bout that.”

              _{—-Honey golden eyes wouldst stare upon the hardly sober man. Clad in a leather jacket that had seemed to have seen a lot of wear and tear over the years. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol, a given, considering she did just enter a bar of sorts.}

                            _{’ Mm—- Seems as though you’ve had enough for
                      the both of us. ’}

               _{—-A snort before she brushes past him. He smelled of ash and salt. Things she know didn’t mix well together. So, avoiding him all together seemed like the better choice right now. Though, by the looks of it he was just leaving anyways.}

_{it’s okay—- I know its just cause you have a heavy flow and a wide set vagina.}