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❛  it was like sitting at a drive-thru watching a movie only that movie is someone else’s life. you have no idea who they are, not truly, but now you know some of their hardships. you’ve seen some of the life-changing events that struck them raw… and there’s this part of you that resonates even though you can’t do shit.   ( est. 2013 / formerly cursedoath )

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cursedoath:

    *   a witness;  a bystander.

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apuncalyptic:

   *  my aquaman pajamas prove my pedigree.

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important update.

i’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this account and it’s characters, and while i love them all? i have been thinking about rebooting this account and keeping it to only connor (consequence) and puck (humor) --- they have always been my strongest muses and they have always been the ones with the most going overall.  perhaps one day on the reboot of this blog, i will bring back some of the others; most likely gloria (pride) or lorelei (ruin), possibly emery (adrenaline). for the moment while i sort out what i want to do and when i want to do it? you will be able to still find me roleplaying. so, if you want to write with me still (or just admire from afar), i’m most active over at these blogs:  cloakedsight, vacantidentity, hypogeusiac and fleshpyre.  thank you all for your love and support on here.

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   * i see a world on fire.

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to person currently irritating you: [ casually tucks into the ocean. ]

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  [bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

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important notice.

this blog has grown so much in the past shy of what, a year? even more-so if you count how old some of the muses on here are. but, much as i love the fact that you guy have stuck by me and i’ve reached my highest follower milestone that i have on any of my blogs? i feel that it’s time to possibly reboot this account. there are muses i rarely write anymore and i have dropped a phenomenal amount of threads in the past few months due to struggling with my muses. and i think that in all honesty? i just need a new slate. this blog feels hectic and messy. and i just think a new start will help. i will not drop the big storylines, those will stick, but i think that perhaps a fresh approach to these muses on a fresh blog might help me. while i sort whether or not i will indeed follow through with this revamp? i will likely be found on vacantidentity and fleshpyre, and of course on skype. for all i know i may just try to clean up this account, who knows. i love you all and i will have a decision by the end of this week.

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if the loch ness monster is ever proven to be real i’m throwing a huge party and im gonna get Fucked Up

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┊ miles upshur.

     His arms came around her and tugged her close. She was warm and soft, with just enough curve so his hands fit perfectly at her hips. With a soft sigh, he dropped his head on her shoulder, turning his face into the crook of her neck to take in the subtle scent of her shampoo.

     When he felt that was enough, he let gravity do the work and drag him down until he was half sprawled on top of her, nestled in the crevice of her breasts. A groan of appreciation escaped him. “Don’t move…”

                     she made no motions to move, she didn’t mind his attention -- or that he craved hers -- it was nice to have a relationship that didn’t feel like it was some big to-do; it had never felt like miles expected anything. it was laidback what she and miles had, though it had yet to be properly labelled or determined what stage in their relationship that they’d reached. 

                    connor had neither small nor large breasts, as miles once commented:  they were just right. and truthfully, in that? she was not exactly surprised by where his face had wound up, amusement & a soft laugh could be heard in her simple reply,  ❝--- comfy?❞

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                          ❛ this is going to be one hell of a ride. ❜

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      * he convinces himself.

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’ i’m sorry, you’re right. you’re absolutely right. i should have known that when my husband and i were planning a family, that he was in fact a traitor who had installed surveillance cameras in my bed room. of course, i should have been aware that the number four on the FBI’S most wanted list would would turn himself in and demand to speak only to me. god, what a horrible profiler i must be to have missed the fact that i am the central to the discovery of a blackmail file that will tilt the balance the power in, let me phrase this right.. THE ENTIRE WORLD. wow, i suck. ‘

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┊ miles upshur.

     He raised a brow at the kit. Hello Kitty wasn’t his first thought when he asked for first aid. A little uncertain, he stayed still for her. “Should I ask why you have a Hello Kitty first aid kit?”

          ❝well, she heals just as good as any plain bandaid, right —?❞  there was pride in her features as she spoke, setting to gathering some gauze & such to clean him up with before the bandaid process -- she had regular bandaids too, but he didn't need to know that. heh.

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#says she’ll do replies  #replies to an open while watching bollywood & eating a blt

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┊ miles upshur.

     “Do you have a first aid kit…?”

          ❝i'd ask what happened, but no worries --❞  furrowed brows were cast to the hello kitty first aid kit on her lap as she ushered him to take a seat on the couch; her gaze was slow to return to him & assess his injuries before she offered a smile.             opening the kit with a gentle smile,  ❝--- hello kitty has you covered.❞