Nina-delarosa:

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Mhm. His name is Caleb. Well if you wanna get a hold of her somehow we could arrange something.

Cool stuff. I’ll get on that. You know she’ll probably ask you and I to come over for a girls night. Haha. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

missrosalyngrace:

“ Sorry if Nina was mean to you, she tends to do that sometimes.” I say, wanting to console her. “Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t tell anybody either. Got no-one to tell, except for Munchie here, but he is much more interested in his little buddy over there.” I say gesturing towards the little kitten laying on his back playing with his toy mouse. 

“Uhh…sure. Oh right! Your lighter.” I hop up, spilling a little of my hot-cocoa on myself, making me groan. Nonetheless, I go over to my kitchen and reach on my utmost tiptoes to grab the lighter I keep at the top of my fridge. Going over to the peculiar woman sitting on my beloved love seat, I extend my arm, offering up the lighter. “Well, if you’re going to tell me that story of yours, I think you’ll need this.” 

“ He’s cute. Had him for long? Uh... does Munchie stand for something?

“ Awesome thanks.” I scoot to sit on one butt cheek to grab the pack of cigs out of my pocket. I take one out and place it between my lips. using the lighter I light it up and take a really long drag and blow it out away from Rosie and her kitty

I look downwards feeling angry about it. I cough to clear my throat. “ Now where to begin my beautiful story...” 

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

Rainbow? Nina touched her cheek, scratching off dried up pieces of magenta. “Oh, nothing really. Just that there’s an obnoxious person laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway breaking down doors,”

“There are kids sleeping you know,” There’s nothing she hates more than obnoxious, stubborn people that don’t do what she says.

I look at her up and down, sizing her up. “Obviously I didn’t fall through the damn door on purpose. If you were smart, you would have realized that I was on the phone and carrying a heavy ass bag up the stairs. Thanks for the help by the way.” I retort.

Oh,shit.

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

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peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Yea, something like that. And, I don’t know… that’s kind of why I’m asking.

Let me get back to you on that.

awww pweaaassseeee. Puppy dog eyes initiating. I promise I won’t bug you to much. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

nina-delarosa:

Shit. She’s done it again. Should she chase after her? Probably not. Disappointed in herself, she went across to Peyton’s room and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry.” There was an awkward silence. “I’ll go now,”

I heard her speak but I was crying ugly tears. I can’t let her see me like this. I say nothing. I get up and shuffle my way over to my bed. “ What a day, If my parents were here they would be laughing at me right about now.” I whimper to myself.

Oh,shit.

Count me in!!

If I made a Fjorester discord server, is that something people would be interested in joining? I feel like there’s more of us than we all think, and I’d love to actually talk to everyone more!

missrosalyngrace:

“Well you seem to have a place to live now, and a new friend if you want one.” I place my hand on her arm and give her a reassuring squeeze, “ And life is a journey, just because we did something in the past we’ere not proud of doesn’t mean we can’t move forward.” I give one more squeeze before letting go and begin to clear some of the dishes from my coffee table and wash them in my kitchen sink.

 “Do you know Veronica Mars?!” I call, hoping my voice makes it over the sound my obnoxiously loud sink.

“ Thanks, I would appreciate another friend right now ” I glance at her hand on my arm. I wasn’t expecting that. I see her suddenly get up and grab our cups. I awkwardly follow behind her. She suddenly yells out something. “ Dude! there's no need to yell. I’m here.” Veronica Mars? “ Veronica Mars? What’s that?”

Knock, knock.

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.