#youngnwildx

[ofcaliginous]

@youngnwildx ( for angelina )

having been on a quick break at the station, reese decided to head over to campus and sign up for fall classes, something he probably should’ve already done. he’d taken the summer off to focus more on work, and hopefully have a little free time, even though work made that difficult. leaving the main building, he grinned once he spotted a familiar face. ❝ hey, stranger. ❞ he greeted, jogging over to her. even if they were broken up or well, he wasn’t that that sure what they even were most of the time, like most things, it confused him. ❝ you here signing up for classes too or are you way ahead of me like always ?? ❞ he chuckled.

[crimsonfaux]

☎ (your choice)

NAME: Jack

RINGTONE: Ridin’ - Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: What’s for dinner?

LAST TEXT SENT: Forgetti the Spaghetti

[beguilc]

arabella: ❛ they don’t give a shit about people like you. and they don’t give a shit about people like me either. ❜

there’s a sick kind of laugh that comes out of her mouth. “ CORRECTION: they do give a shit about me. maybe because i’m actually fun—and i’m willing to do the shit wimps won’t. but, you’re right. they don’t give a shit about goody goody princesses like you. “ she’s totally ranting at this point. is it insensitive? absolutely. will she ever stop? not a chance.

[polcrity]

💲🍬

embarrass my son xxx

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

that’s a big ol’ nope. he’s pretty sure he’s not attractive enough to get a sugar daddy anyway.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

answered here

[crvmsdecorum]

part one of walsh addition of text memes | jack, caoilainn, killian 

@sinfxl, @caoilainnwalsh, @youngnwildx

[wtcddy]

IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE TASK AT HAND, he’d already be wobbling. instead, by the cruelty of the cosmos, he’s painfully sober, enviously watching the light headed guests traipsing their way across the dance floor in clicking, red bottomed stilettos. underneath the mask, he can’t so much as light up a marlboro, and he’s absolutely CRAVING it, practically foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. the next best option is a distraction, and he spots the pointed crown from across the room—it can only be jack, and his feet are moving from their place nailed to the marble as he beelines through the crowd. teddy doesn’t waste time on a greeting—he’s a subordinate, there should be no questions asked—as he gruffly takes the other by the wrist and begins hauling him off toward the floor. “ don’t make this gay—i’m just bored to fucking tears. you’re the girl. ” @youngnwildx​

[crimsongodss]

ø ?? (For Cassius)

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

cassius ✉ anastasia: Remember when I said ‘text me when you get home so that I know you’ve gotten home safe?’cassius ✉ anastasia: Did you think I was... what? Joking? Mentioning it for my own benefit? Saying it just to hear the sound of my own voice?cassius ✉ anastasia: [ 3 missed calls ]cassius ✉ anastasia: Anastasia. 

[richieoshea]

Normally Richie hated being told what to, especially by his family. He deemed himself grown enough to make his own decisions and suffer the consequences behind them. But when Amelia started subtly hinting that Richie "should go for a nice girl like Anastasia Vasile," he knew he wasn't going to fight her on it. He already had the excuses ready -- how she should stop micromanaging his life or how he was good on finding his own date -- but it was futile. After a very awkward first date and a better second one, Richie was still surprised at how okay he was going on another. Maybe it was because his sister was right and Ana was a nice girl or maybe because it had been a while since Amelia looked pleased at him. Dare he say a bit proud? He wasn't sure but he knew that going out with the youngest Vasile made his sister happy and family was family so he didn't mind. Fixing his tie one more time, Richie knocked on the door. "Hey there, beautiful," he greeted once she answered, smile on his face. "You ready to go?" 

@youngnwildx​

[illusorieta]

“Oh... right in the jaw.” Mel picked her glass up from the table, just in case the drunken men somehow made it to her table. She wasn’t going to let them waste a good drink. She took a long sip before turning to face Michael. If

 it wasn’t for him, she would have never found out about this town or the fact that it was filled with loads of people she could relate to.  “Mike-y, you’ve got to tell me what’s the best brew here so I can just hit it and leave.” She laughed and turned again before she leaned back against their table. So far, she this town had everything she wanted and more; it was like a new playground to explore. 

“So, aside from dead bodies, and beer, and being muscle-y, what else is there to do here? I mean, standard question, yeah, but I mean, what’s everyone like?  I haven’t been here long enough and I can just tell that they’re not like the suckers in New York.”

@youngnwildx

[holdenontodeath]

@youngnwildx​ (FOR ANGELINA)

Holden leaned against the corner of his shop, Space Haven, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette and his lighter. Sticking the cigarette in his mouth, he brought the lighter up, clicking it a few times until the flame sprung up. He quickly lit the tip of the cigarette, closing the lighter and placing it back in his pocket. He took a drag, feeling his nerves calm almost instantly. Sighing, he blew the smoke out, watching it dissipate in the air in front of him. Business had been especially slow today, making him worry about making ends meet this month. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with himself. Broken from his worry, he heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a familiar face. The woman from that night that had hounded him continuously, convinced he had somehow killed that man. Which he had. Still, he had been extremely tense and stressed in that moment, and regretted his harsh words to her. “Hey,” he called out to her, stepping away from the wall of his shop. “I remember you from the other night.”

[ofcaliginous]

@youngnwildx​ ( for any of your muses )

owning a tattoo parlor may have looked a little strange on paper, considering that katarina didn’t often actually work on anyone. she had a few select clients, but it wasn’t like she needed the money. truthfully, she just enjoyed seeing the different works people came up with, people studying if you will. feeling a heavy gaze on her, she set her blood laced drink aside and looked up. ❝ look, i just own this place. if you want a touch-up or something new, you’d be better off waiting on one of the kids that work here and do those daily. ❞

[crimsonfaux]

@youngnwildx​

Lorenzo in the same cell? Oliver wasn’t surprised about that, but he was overly surprised to see the medic in the cell with them. His mind ran with different scenarios as he heard distance screams of a BARNABY in the distance. Who the fuck was Barnaby?  Oliver leaned against the wall and looked down to Emma with a pensive glance. Arms folded across his chest, so he could hide his hands. “Emma? What did you do?” Oliver whispered curiously, trying not to sound agitated with her.  

[crimsxndesire]

🎉 (callum) olivia, cecilia, emma

🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost

“Well, party with Olivia, ghost Cecilia and hang out with Emma? I don’t know too many people here yet.”

@writtenbyliv @corruptedangxl, @youngnwildx

[crimsonfaux]

♀@ & (your choice)

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Camille → Ana: I wish I could sing you happy birthday.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Camille → Ana: I think there’s someone here.

Camille → Ana I hear footsteps and it doesn’t sound like Cas.

Camille → Ana  Call 911

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Oliver → Jack: Glad the glock didn’t get you tonight. 

[crimsonfaux]

@youngnwildx​

The weeks he had to prepare for this. Many of his own crime family didn’t know the preparations he had to face, nor the apparitions that sneered at him from the side lines. Considering this wasn’t the first nor the last explosion he was determined to survive. The first bomb went off and his mind ruthlessly turned him back into the days of war. Except this wasn’t a humvee colliding with an extensive land mine, no. This was all orchestrated by him and his associates. Oliver had activated his own explosive and let the time calculate in his head. While he tried to dodge around the chaos that erupted from just the first bomb. The flames and building turned into a macabre setting quick.

Pair of dark eyes locked on a golden set of locks. His mind furiously berated him, ‘Don’t even fucking think about it’. However, he had already hit the ground running feeling the lacerations from the barely evaded bullet wounds. “Oi! On your right!” Oliver called out and extended his arm out in a quick attempt to swipe the girl into his arms on the way to the fire escape. As the ground below him shook with the second bomb he had detonated minutes earlier. 

[crimsoncityhq]

@youngnwildx​