#omniterror

[xmultimusesx]

Dangers of the Night (Closed RP Starter)

@omniterror liked for a starter from Remmick from here

The area Remmick found himself strolling through during the night wasn't too busy, mostly every now and then cars would pass by or people out for a walk or or whatever reason would come by - Remmick just keeping to himself mostly with hands in the pockets of his jacket. He was hungry yes, but people he came across were either in groups out for a night of drinking or a night to hang out, or there was more than one person and tonight he didn't really feel like handling two meals if he was honest. A Nice simply and quick meal was what he was looking for, and as he turned the corner the man nearly ran into a young woman - Mary, though he was quick to catch her to prevent her from falling from the near collision.

Perfect, someone alone at this time of night. He offered a soft and apologetic smile, blue gentle eyes looking to them "Shíte lassie, ya alright?" he spoke. Since times had changed there was no need for Remmick to really hide his natural Irish accent but out of habit, every now and then the southern one he had adopted would slip out "Wasn't look'in where I was go'in"

[zekeg33k]

@omniterror asked: take a good hard look . // JOHNNY SLAUGHTER.

For a moment, Johnny simply stared at her. That's what she wanted, wasn't it? The typical mischievous grin that often stayed on his features was only slightly muted, as he assessed what it was, exactly, that she was trying to do. Usually his game of cat and mouse was a lot faster than this- less toying, and more going right for it, but it seemed like Julie was all but built for the chase. Which, he had to admit was quite fun. "What am I looking at?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side.

[thewiickedones]

@omniterror Asked:

“If you are wise, you will leave this place.” / rose to negan

❝   We’re   not   wise,   ”   Negan   said,   grinning,   ❝   but   we   are   persistent.   ”   He   eyed   Rose’s   companions--   the   one   with   the   raccoon   eyes,   the   redcap   with   a   sock   full   of   steel   ball-bearings,   then   looked   down   at   Rose’s   hands,   the   fingers   curled   around   something   she   wasn’t   quite   ready   to   reveal.   He   looked   back   at   Rose’s   face   and   saw   the   hesitation,   the   faint   crease   in   her   brow   that   said   she’d   never   meant   to   meet   him   here   or   anywhere,   let   alone   parley.

Negan   offered   her   the   crooked   smile   again,   stretching   his   chapped   lips   over   wolfish   teeth.   ❝   Why   don’t   you   save   us   all   some   time   and   tell   us   what   the   hell   you’re   really   doing   in   my   backyard   ?   ❞   Negan   snorted,   but   his   heart   was   not   in   it.   He   recognized   the   hunger,   the   desperate   need,   the   stench   of   people   who   had   lost   everything   and   were   still   biting   back   at   the   world,   teeth   sunk   in   down   to   the   roots.   He’d   been   these   kids,   once.   Before   he’d   become   king.

[soulmissed]

@omniterror

august hefts his backpack – stocked with miscellaneous supplies – onto wire taut shoulders. beads of sweat freckle his brow. (could blame it on a healing-in-progress.) white bandages peek from under hoodie sleeves. restful glint within chestnut eyes.

“ i’m cool. peachy, even. ” inclusion of joke forks a childish grin outta him.

[homelander-rp-blog]

blows homelander a kiss and winks. / mary, bc she's a menace @omniterror

He recognizes the familiar face between the sea of the strangers, fans surrounding him and demanding for a sign or just a selfie, anything. Some of them just wanted to touch him but he sees her, the same girl that wanted to throw herself from the rooftop. What happened that night is vague but he still remembers little pieces of their conversations, of how he felt so close to her and not in an intimate way, more like a rare face of him that he tried to hide showed up and met her up there when it was just two of them and the stars in the night sky. She blows him a kiss and is gone in a blink. “excuse me.. yeah, me too… yeah um.. excuse me, let me through..” he tries to part the crowd to find a way toward her but hands are everywhere, hands stopping him from moving forward and reaching her. what was her name? did she even tell him her name? John didn’t want her to fade in the background like any other fans of his, it’s unknown for him of why he wants to talk to her but still.. maybe he just needs to hear her voice again to make sure he didn’t hallucinated such a girl that night on the rooftop. Maybe he just needed someone like her in his life especially at this hard time of fighting to gain a little bit of ‘humanity’ in himself when he was losing the ground to starlight and her little stupid gang of ‘star-fans’.

[trapton]

16.     cd collection.

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

( cd collection )

THE WHO: if the who made it, he owns it. cassettes -- and when cd's came out in '82. he would buy the album on both, and had his mustang outfitted with a cassette / cd deck.

THE BEATLES: he's not the biggest beatles fan, however he does have / listen to a few of them. namely : revolver, abbey road, sgt. pepper's, and magical mystery tour. he also bought a single cassette of 'hard day's night'.

ABBA: he loves abba, and most other 70's / 80's abba albums are to be found in his collection -- voulez-vous, and arrival, for example.

FLEETWOOD MAC: mirage, rumours, tusk, tango in the night and more.

( HONOURABLE MENTIONS ) the kinks, led zeppelin, jefferson airplane, heart, black sabbath, genesis, aerosmith, pink floyd, queen, beach boys, the rolling stones, blue öyster cult, kiss, blondie, ratt,

take a closer look inside this characters life. @omniterror.

[goodmeeting]

❝ I'm a perfumer by trade, ❞ she says. By nature, too. It's been instilled since youth. Nina is nothing if not a perfumer. ❝ It's not as exciting as you'd think, I suppose, unless you like that sort of thing. Some people find it dreadfully boring. ❞ — @omniterror

[fablesuntold]

Requested starter from Norman Jayden to Ethan Mars — For @omniterror ✨

How long was he going to run for? By now, with sirens blaring and neon blues flashing every direction he turned, Ethan must’ve known he wouldn’t get very far. But he was a desperate man, Norman knew that. A man desperate to save his son and prove his innocence.. no matter what. Despite what his colleagues may have believed, Ethan being the Origami Killer just didn’t make any sense to Norman. Something didn’t quite add up. None of the evidence he’d collected seemed sufficient enough to prove Ethan guilty. But attempting to point that out to a police force who were a little too eager to stamp ‘Case Closed’ on the infamous Origami Killer case once and for all, even if that meant blaming the most convenient person whether they were innocent or not — which unfortunately for Ethan, just so happened to be him right now — was like trying to prove the world was flat.

“Mister Mars, stop!” Panted out through the sound of the torrential downpour as he continued to give chase to the other male, Norman was relieved to turn a corner only to find a dead end.. which meant Ethan had nowhere left to run. “Take it easy. You have nowhere left to run, I just wanna talk.” Taking a hesitant step forward, Norman reached into his pocket to reveal the FBI badge he often kept concealed away. “I don’t believe you’re the Origami Killer, Ethan. Help me prove that.” Unlike the police? He wanted to ensure they put the right guy behind bars this time. He was willing to hear him out.

“My colleagues, on the other hand.. they’re ready to charge you and they’re not gonna think twice about doing so.” And if they did? Norman knew there was little he could do to persuade them otherwise. That was why this moment alone with Ethan was crucial. “You can trust me, Ethan. I’m gonna help you find your son before it’s too late.” Or lose his badge trying.

[liftedrelics]

@omniterror sent: "You thrive on chaos. I mean, you need to be in the middle of some kind of mess of your own creation, right? That's what makes you attractive – and also, impossible to live with." / mary from elias

Truer words had never been spoken. Elias knew Mary all too well, always pushing boundaries and making life a little bit harder for her counterpart. Head turns in a curious manner, tilting to the side like with a smile.

"Now Stack, wouldn't be any fun any other way would it?" She replies, reaching her arm across the table, long manicured nails grazing the back of his hand as she positions hers to rest over it. "We been traveling together how long now? If you didn't like the company you sure as hell have an odd way a' showin it."

[xmultimusesx]

Fight or Flight (Closed RP Starter)

@omniterror liked for a starter from Remmick from here

There was a knock at the front door, not urgent but not hesitant either just a simple knock three times in a row by remmick who, when the door opened offered an apologetic expression "Ah sorry there darling, I know it's late and I don't mean to be rude by me car broke about a mile down - dam engine gave out on me and I just got off work with a dead phone, cause me portable charger decided to stay at home" It didn't help either that there was a bit of thunder above, rain just softly starting to fall but threatening to fall from the sky even harder

"Got a place I can either charge ma phone or mind If i come in and call a tow truck lassie?" Remmick asked, trying to pop the collar of his jacket up, as if that would shield him as the rain started to fall harder, causing the man to curse under his breath "I won't be long" he frowned a bit

[ofamess]

@omniterror

"I'm  off  the  clock  and...  looking  for  something  strong  to  drink.  Any  recommendations?"

[exxcrucior]

💬 / rose!

                 ❛ i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you. ❟

MEME ; @omniterror

[soulmissed]

@omniterror: “i’ve got you” / rochelle <3

send “i’ve got you”  to carry my injured and nearly unconscious muse, accepting

some-infected-thing had sent august spiraling into bloodied concrete. (the wind, knocked clear outta him. although he wants to run, his noodle limbs ain’t cooperating.) it feels like a mere second between chestnut eyes shutting and opening partway.

except it can’t possibly be. because he’s being carried. because someone saved him. in his foggy status, he could only just glimpse the woman’s blurred face. talking was difficult. like a dense brick upon his tongue. “ you look like an angel. ” the boy mumbles.

[taleswrittenmoving]

@omniterror sent [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain. / jenny to billy

Sometimes, Billy just needs to be alone. It's why he doesn't care that it's raining or that he's soaking from the rain. A smoke sounds real nice right about now but the rain makes it impossible so instead he's got a bottle of whiskey.

Nightmares plague him about that thing that had nearly killed him, leaving him to need to go out and clear his head. Even the rain does not stop him.

He hears someone approaching and turns to look over at the person, only to find her staring at him with that look of concern that has him huffing out a sigh. He doesn't need anyone worrying about him.

"What do you want?"

[justaprankhan]

@omniterror x Jessica

"Oh, hey Jess." There was a hint, just a tiny, microscopic hint of disappointment in her voice, because the flash of blonde hair had made her think of Sam, but no. Jessica. Great. Okay, so maybe the hint wasn't that tiny: she had never felt too comfortable around Jessica. She was Emily's best friend, after all, and the only reason Hannah ever spoke to Emily in the first place was that Beth did. Well, that and Mike was going out with her, so if Hannah wanted to invite Mike somewhere, the others had to be there too. She turned back to the mirror, checking what her hair would look like when pulled back - not great, she didn't like it - which was the sort of experiment she could afford now that they were having a bit of a girls-only evening. Still, without anyone there to keep them distracted, the least she could do was say something to avoid awkward silence, "So, were you and Emily thinking of coming to the lodge too?"

[murkyhazed]

@omniterror said: vera fixes travis' tie their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.

               travis   is   someone   who   has   been   alone   his   entire   life.      outside   of   his   family,   he   had   no   connections   in   the   world.      he   had   acquaintances   at   best,   those   who   ran   the   moonlight   diner   next   to   the   harbinger   motel   and   the   regular   patrons.      other   than   that?      he   was   essentially   isolated,   which   was   part   of   the   reason   he   had   terrible   social   skills.      he   was   blunt,   he   never   really   smiled,   honestly   if   he   went   to   a   shrink   he   would   probably   be   diagnosed   as   depressed   and   antisocial.

               all   of   that   to   say   his   growing   connection   with   the   new   owner   of   the   motel   was   unfamiliar   territory,   and   he   didn’t   know   how   to   process   it.

               ❝   well…      it’s   gettin’   about   lunch   time.   ❞      his   throat   clears,   taking   a   step   back   from   her   because   he   doesn’t   know   how   to   react   to   the   fact   that   his   skin   tingles   where   her   fingers   brushed.      ❝   should   probably   grab   a   bite.      you   can   join   me   if   you   want.   ❞