#purityran

[brknmnds]

@purityran liked for a sinday starter

Coriolanus had been stressed with his working under the watchful eye of Doctor Gual. He had been making progress, working his way up the political ladder and he was to help out with the upcoming 11th game. This would be the first year it would be a huge spectacle, making it bigger and better then ever.

He had needed a release and that came in the form of his cousins little friend. He had her bent over the table as he roughly thrusted in and out of her. His hands gripped tightly at the the skirt that was bunched up around her waist and he let out a moan of pleasure as he quickened his pace.

[g0dforb1d]

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

@purityran

Oh?

Scott's eyes instantly meet his new girlfriend's as he takes in her remark.

His roommate was going to be back by the end of the week and truly Scott just didn't know how to explain to either Mariana or said roommate that the three of them would have to share the mattress that sat tucked in the corner of the room in the floor.

"Yeah.. Yeah I don't want you to ever go home again either, this has been so cool!" He smiles as his eyes widen slightly in fear.

[allevils]

23 ( track: america has a problem, beyonce ft. kendrick lamar ) / @purityran

" i'm a businеss man doin' as follows. " and with that, a wave of his hand at everything in his purse. really, look at everything she carries.

[carolinakncws]

for @purityran​ | late season 3 !

Evan wasn’t sure why his newest lead had taken him to the Starcourt Mall. He’d been told that if mysteries was what he yearned for, the mall would be a good place to start. The boy was either being played or Hawkins was way weirder than he first thought. The newly-landed southern boy looked as confused as he felt as he walked down the corridors of linoleum tiles, taking account of all the stores he passed. Nothing seemed to stick out as abnormal, but then again what did Evan really know about strange ? 

              ‘ Uh . . . ‘ he said to himself, stopping at one of the mid-hallway seats, his back to the lingerie store he couldn’t bring himself to look directly at. Christian-upbringing could do this to a man.

His head tipped back and he looked up at the neon lights, feeling so far from nature and LIFE in this concrete building, suddenly feeling like all the air he breathed in was suffocating and ten degrees hotter than it needed to be.

[mctives]

@purityran // “Do I actually want to know or will I be better off not knowing? Because I feel like I’ll be better off not knowing.”

"I dunno, everybody's got secrets right?" Stu smirked. Maybe not everybody got away with murder, exactly, but y'know. "A little mystery's good, right?"

[00sgoth-1]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ﹙ MARIANA ﹚ when he said he would give me a pearl necklace, i thought i was getting actual jewelry. | | | | | | @purityran.

there's a moment of silence lingering between them as the statement sits perched in the air —— only a fleeting second of confusion etching his otherwise resting expression. but it wouldn't take too long before he realized where exactly she had gotten lost in translation , and his face twisted into something that was mixed with aversion and amusement [ ... ] resulting in scrunched features and a smile threatening corners of a slightly parted mouth. ❛❛ oh... nice. ❜❜ but perhaps that's where she went wrong —— who the fuck still wears pearls these days? at least the name offered an aura of romance ; for an act that could be considered.... well , less than.

filter of cigarette was tucked between pierced lips [ ... ] the clutch of chapped skin and saliva keeping it hanging in place as he decided to pose his muffled inquiry and inevitably feed into curiosity. ( it didn't feel too inappropriate , ) seeing as she was the one to bring it up in the first place. he was just that nosey. hand brought his lighter towards the end of the stick without yet igniting the flame as he studied her. ❛❛ did you let him? ❜❜

[iobartach]

@purityran // one-liner thing

An aired question to help had struck him as strange, a feeling that would've been left to linger if not for the intervention of a follow-up thought, pushing it aside. It manages to ignite a flash of memory, one which causes the scrunched, angular eyelines of his mask to widen, allowing him to recall the matter that's brought him to this place -- and dimension.

"No, I don't require help, but thank you." Dismissing the offer with a slow wave of hand, Miguel uses the same gesture to place a scrap of material down on the desk that sat between them. "Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me who's costume this piece came from." Subtly omitting the part where he had torn off the piece himself, from an anomaly that had been moving too fast for LYLA to identify.

[americanedpsycho]

“ stay away from me. i’m warning you. “

❛  i’m  only  trying  to  help.  ❜  holding  up  his  hands  as  he  backs  off  from  the  woman,  ❛  those  guys  back  there  were  jerks,  i  am  not  one  of  them.  ❜  he  is  one  of  them  but  he  isn’t  going  to  admit  that.  ❛    i’ll  call  the  cops  for  you.  ❜  an  offer  that  would  be  so  kind  if  it  wasn’t  a  lie.

[haedbangers]

❛❛ my problem is that any minor inconvenience happens t'me and i start havin' inner monologues like a motherfucker in death note. ❜❜

⋆ ˚｡⋆☾˚ @purityran ♡

[brknmnds]

@purityran Polaris/Mari

Polaris sat back on his set as he stared at the screen that was showing the 74th hunger games. He bit down on his thumb nail, a nasty habit that he got into when he was nervous. His other hand rested on Mari's thigh, his fingers drawing patterns on her skin. He hated the games, he believed that making children fight to the death was cruel way to rule. It was why he was helping the rebellion from the inside.

He watch as Rue died and he let out a growl of annoyance. She was so young, so innocent. They all were and they didn't deserves this. He couldn't help but hate his grandfather even more, everytime someone died in the game.

"I hate this." He said standing up, grabbing the remote and turning of the television. "I hate my grandfather for keeping this horrid tradition alive."

[vihilum]

@purityran [ continued from here. ]

“It’s not out of reach.” There’s a promise hidden there, “I didn’t always feel it.” Tina had never thought it possible for her to be detangled from the web Dr. Crews had her in. From a line of control that began and ended with him, she thought someone else would become chain in command. But she clawed her wait out. She snuck her way out. She knew Mari could too.

“Because I wasn’t always free,” the reassuring soft lilt to her tone is meant solely for Mariana, her hand engulfing the mug of cocoa before bringing it to her lips to take a slow sip. They sat at the picnic table outside Tina’s home, with a view of the lake, and the sun settling beyond the trees, beyond the waterline, leaving the sun scorched with a blaze of orange and pink hues. “I couldn’t even be who I wanted to be.”

There was a time she couldn’t even use the bathroom by herself, a time when there was no door attached to the hinges of her bedroom, when she couldn’t spend a single session with her doctors without being recorded. Nothing spoken in confidence was kept secret. She was an open book, studied by countless prying eyes. It felt invasive. It was invasive.

“They thought I was sick,” her head wavered. She ripped a fry in half. “I wasn’t sick.” It took years to unlearn that sort of thinking. To come to terms with herself. “They were making me sick,” she could still feel the trails of that sickness leeched to her. No matter how many times she ripped them off, there were always more, sucking the marrow from her memories.

“Being free is,” Tina exhaled, and slow, sad smile touched her tiers, reached her eyes, “not looking back,” she hadn’t once checked over her shoulder. She was imperfect. It happened time to time. But only if she thought about it. “Feeling okay where you are.” Another feeling that could waver. But still she stood. She tried.

“I think being free feels a lot like peace. Maybe I’m not there, but… I’m close.”

[allevils]

(Mariana also would not know "what the hell that [cronensex] is" and would need to have a sit-down talk about safewords first. ♡)

bingo time! / @purityran

i can't believe mariana checks off so many boxes. like, the idea of these two together feels like red flag central (and yet i'm so intrigued by it).

[mctives]

@purityran “Well, we have six minutes until we need to leave! …Never mind, make that four minutes. Actually, we should just leave now.” (for her slasher verse perhaps?)

The smell of blood for him is like a good memory--a brief moment in time when things were what they were supposed to be until everything had gone wrong. Maybe it was the kind of nostalgia other people felt when they smelled rain or a meal their parents used to make for them. Not Stu, though. He was too fucked up for anything like that to bring back any memories he wanted to keep.

"Okay, don't panic," he says, even though his heart is beating hard. "We just walk away."

[goxinsane]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

► NAME: andrea eve powell. ► NICKNAME: everyone calls her drea (only her parents and wife can call her andrea.) ► TITLE(S): does coach, gift-wrapping queen or mom count? ► AGE: 52. ► SPECIES: part-elf. human. ► SEX: female. ► NATIONALITY: canadian-american. ► INTERESTS: hockey, hockey, and more hockey. watches classic and/or holiday movies while redecorating all year round, shops a little too much, likes to peruse through home decor magazines (like 'good housekeeping, better homes & gardens', etc), and wine-making. occasionally enjoys: tobogganing, building snowmen, ice-skating and attempting to play ringette and hockey, leaf-pressing, canoeing, camping and hiking. ► PROFESSION: day job (interior designer/teacher?) tbd. full-time hockey coach. ► BODY TYPE: unfortunately always struggled with being a plum shape, even after the delivery of her triplet children. ► EYES: baby blue. ► HAIR: dark brown, often wavy with unmanageable stray hairs. ► POSTURE: relaxed and sometimes slouchy after a long day but taught to be more proper. ► HEIGHT: 5'8". ► VOICE: here. crisp and honeyed, semi-deep register, talks fast when stressed out or hyper, and can project a stentorian voice when need be. ► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: both looks work for running errands but if at home, she often sports a hockey or alma mater sweatshirt with unique print pj pants or jeans (and a messy bun) examples: x , x , OR she wears a winter coat with a matching scarf and signature (often blue) beanie (with freshly curled hair) OR a jersey with layers, while coaching or spending time on the ice/in snow. examples: x , x , x, x. ► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent @lavenderrpages' drew!! ► COMPANIONS: a golden retriever named puck! ► ANTAGONISTS: coaches, teachers or parents who push their kids too hard, bullies, someone who breaks their promise, technology when it fails to work and often--- her parents/in-laws and their opinions. ► STRENGTHS: loves her family and would do anything for them in a heartbeat, prides herself on the art of gift-giving and wrapping and makes an overly delicious cup of hot chocolate (chocolate and mint fiend), punctual and safe driver, optimistic, trustworthy/reliable, patient, and a timid but hard-working team leader. ► WEAKNESSES: hugs, fresh pecan pie or sugar cookies, when her family shows their love-language or does something for her without asking, scattered story-teller, disorganized enough to lose her phone cord or sticky-note on a daily basis, too driven/focused on the little things/self critical (thanks to her childhood), and can sometimes be too forgiving or too easily influenced without a thorough think-through. ► FRUITS: bananas, strawberries, peaches, canned cherries and pomegranate seeds-- best all together in a refreshing fruit salad. ► DRINKS: water, 2% milk, hot chocolate with marshmallows, or a foamy cappuccino. ► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: a glass of (homemade is preferred) pinot grigio or merlot. ► SMOKES: n/a ► DRUGS: nothing recreational but does take: daily thyroid medication, melatonin for tough nights, and uses cbd oil in her baths. ► DRIVER’S LICENSE: yes.

tagged by aka stolen from: @briillicnt , tagging: @ghostsxagain, @dogtccth, @aquamanandfriends, @emmaxmeyer, @purityran, @heroexxs, @gcldcnhour, @seilas, @wlwhq, @perfectionreached, @wlwindie, @indigodreames, @muutos and you!

[heircurse]

Q: what is your true role in the story?

A: the fallen prodigy.

hello old friend , it's been a while hasn't it? i remember when you were just a child , gape - smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? i know how deeply life has wounded you , it took away everything , didn't it? oh poor soul , you held onto happiness with bloody , shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain , or their priorities shifted. i've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you now , do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret , that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villain enemy finds sympathy for you don't they? well i could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends. you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love , they tried to hold their end of the bargain , really , but i fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when i say i have seen wounds unfold a man , turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please , keep seeking love , even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate. i see how tired you are. the scars never healed , they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless , rest. but keep fighting. not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago , but with your heart. i'll be rooting for you my friend.

tagged: stolen from myself. <3 tagging: @godforbidrp @altarcup @gareththegreat @ackerglare @triicksters @stcrgirl @cultservate @drakeheir @rtk1ng @anthrcpophagi @damienstoker @wyldeshaped @purityran @frxncaise @loetise @nightsuffer @spiderz0mbie

[g0dforb1d]

3 - 5 things that your character can be identified by.

01. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

confusion

nervousness

joy

shame

contentment

02. COLORS.

icy white

dark blood red

royal blue

black

neon green

03. SCENTS.

dried blood

rotting fruit

cheap floral perfume

mothballs

snot

04. FASHION.

long, flowing gowns

over sized sweaters and long johns under carpenter jeans

hand me down band t-shirts and athlete shorts

latex body suits and tight harnesses with sharp studs

graphic t-shirts with cute characters with pajama pants

05. OBJECTS.

two iphones, one just for gaming and one for business calls

brass knuckles

poorly written to-do lists

broken beer bottles and crushed cans

baggy of weed and rolling papers

06. BODY LANGUAGE.

stiff back, perfect posture

blank expression, empty

soft crooked smiles

twiddling thumbs

bouncing legs

07. AESTHETICS.

cutting fire wood in the middle of winter

hospital waiting rooms

abandon churches in the middle of the night

dante and vergil - bouguereau

nose bleeds against clear skin

tagged: @heircurse tagging: @freakl3ash @hawkinsoutcasts @firststab @purityran @coastercrushed