#awildthing

[aspernamentum]

@awildthing // cont.

     Anybody can become a philosopher after a couple of lines, and with every weird seven AM conversation Jimmy became better at profounding about the nature of life. “Life, y’know, it’s a risk. Either you rot your brain in an office, or you buy old hot-dogs from gas-stations, that’s all I’m sayin’.” Jimmy punctuated his sentence by taking a sip of his vodka. 

     “Don’t mind me saying -- pretty girl like you, gas-station hot-dogs, doesn’t really fit.” He wasn’t trying to flirt, sure it might’ve came across like that, it was just an observation. He should’ve known better. His fitted suit didn’t exactly scream “alcoholic”. 

[iinxsearchofxisolde-archive]

‘ Does this hurt? ’

                  “Not really. Just a little sore.”

He watched her rub the oddly shaped welt that was beginning to form. Curious now about what strange sort of bruise would take it’s place later on.

"I’d be more worried about the cupboard honestly.” Strange how much damage a can of off-brand ravioli could cause. But it served him right for opening it so suddenly. The edge had banged against the palm of his hand after tumbling seemingly out of nowhere. Rolling unseen somewhere onto the floor.

[beenpole]

Kay >:)

PUT A NAME IN MY INBOX AND MY MUSE WILL HAVE TO ADMIT HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT THEM. || ACCEPTING

“I mostly feel bad for her. It can’t be easy being... dumb.” 

[rationedwell]

—   @awildthing / song starter call, accepting.

         ❝  You never listened to what they said, because you couldn’t RELATE.  ❞

[greghasmovedout-blog]

     It’s not a uncommon desire to think of striking each key on his phone with bitter fury. ‘What is the use of having a phone when you never pick up?’ is, among all the snide things, the blunt thing he wanted to ask his mother. She didn’t know how to turn up the volume, didn’t know when the battery was dead: it got on his nerves.     Today Greg writes this, actually sends this, hoping it makes her mad as it makes him. For this is beyond the concept of her missing in action when he knows the Diner is closed. Beyond the concept of a teacher who needs to get in communication with her. This revolves around her wounded friend on the couch.       “Uh-” 

    Looking down at her, he feels not just discomfort. But heavy crashing in on a heavy wave. “Mom won’t answer -- she’ll be coming home soon, though.” Why did I lie? // @awildthing

[overlourdes-a-blog]

‘ i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room ’

VINE STARTERS    (  accepting. )

          “ How pressing. You’d better get to that, immediately. ”  The roll of his eyes is unsubtle.  “ Do you realize it’s acceptable to excuse oneself from a situation without lying? You might want to try it. You’re a terrible liar, anyway. --- Go on, then. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your... vacuuming. ”

[penpursuiits]

awildthing replied to your post “I mean it’s cool to reblog nsfw memes and all that but it blows my...”

///ive seen blogs that smut with ppl that they arent even mutuals with im like DAMB

POWER TO THEM I GUESS. I love pre-established relationships and, I really do want more of those for Sheila. But I need to talk it out. I’m not comfortable starting a thread or a pre-existing ship if the mun and I aren’t communicating on how things are exactly going to be. 

And this goes the same for smut, especially. 

[sanguine-soaked]

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?

Get to know: She-Who-Hides-Behind-The-Fangs ( Meme ) || Accepting !!

I have 2 pets currently: Magenta ( beagle mutt ) & Weasley ( cat ).

[whispcrr-blog]

@awildthing

⇻ ♞ ― Dear lord did she hate babies. But this one was cute. She gave him a smile and reached her fragile hand over to mess with his feet. She wondered if her lack of words had been unsettling... she really didn’t want to seem like some creep. She spoke in a hushed tone and stuttered nervously, her gaze turning to the boy’s mother.

｢ ❝ W-What’s his name? ...And yours? Since we’re both stuck out here for a-a while. ❞ ｣

[errorexecutingfile]

❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞

STARTER | American Gods | accepting 

     The look of offense was...seething, with lack of concern. Quite frankly, he regarded the corner girl with as much significance as one gives to a pencil: beneficial, though with limited use, and replaceable though problematic when unavailable and the time calls for it. Her opinion of him was regarded by the worst man ever as nothing more than chicken scratch on paper; big whoop. 

     “You feel better now? Got it off y’er chest?”      Gloved fingers drummed the side of his face in idle annoyance while he sat across from her in the old diner, refurbished by a couple of GHOULS whom had probably seen as few patrons as did currently occupy the place; two. Regardless of his treatment, of his opportunistic tendencies, he was always coughing up the CAPS without delay; in that way, he saw Kay as a businesswoman, and for that reason alone, there did exist some lingering form of respect. But then again --      “Because this whole fit would look a lot better if you didn’t have anything on your chest.”

[iinxsearchofxisolde-archive]

5'1" >:(

                     “What is it like down there?” 

[wandercr-a]

i learned this the hard way.

wonder woman sentence meme - accepting!

         “Seems like that’s the only way people learn anything out here.” In the wasteland, hardly anyone had a father to hand-hold them through their formative years like she had. Everything was learned through experience, and those experiences were seldom pleasant. “Not everyone’s lucky enough to be coddled in a vault for nineteen years, I guess,” Eliana murmured. “I’m sorry that you haven’t had it easy; you deserved something better.”

[beenpole]

What does your character consider to be their major flaw? & What kind of image does your character try to portray to others?

CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What does your character consider to be their major flaw? 

obviously, her ocd/ocpd. she knows a lot of how she operates is entirely unusual and unnatural, and is worried she will never find anyone who can stand it, much less someone she can stand to spend the rest of her life with. 

What kind of image does your character try to portray to others?

she tries to come off as aloof and uncaring, she doesn’t want people to see how things affect her - basically, be like her mother, except she’s sure her mother is actually unfeeling. and marcie does come off as intended, usually. people think she’s a cold hard bitch.

[iinitiate-blog]

starter for @awildthing

“Oh no.” 

The young man remarked as he tried to go through Goodneighbor at the most modest speed he could. Everyone here was frightening, and it was almost as scary as Diamond City. But the people here would hurt him, maybe leave him for dead if they knew his affiliation with the Brotherhood and it was a truly horrifying thought.

Quickly the man, dressed in his usual disguise managed to slip away from the few men hassling him by the Third Rail and instead made a mad dash to the Rexford. It seemed to have worked, he nodding his head in greeting to who ever had run into him at the door and he taking advantage of the person at the front desk being occupied. Quickly he proceeded upstairs until turning a corner around the third floor before bumping into someone.

“I-! I-.. I’m uh, so sorry. I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Forgive me.” He muttered quickly, trying not to seem completely out of place.

[overlourdes-a-blog]

How was Marisol's childhood?

ASK ABOUT MARI

          overall? it was fine. she lived with her mother until she was ten, when her mother passed away. she didn’t meet her father until she was eight, first spending weekends in a hotel room nearby with her mother so she could visit (paid for by him). eventually she came and spent some weekends with him, and when she got older, some weeks.

          he was somewhat uninvolved in parenting her, even when she stayed with him. he felt he was too harsh, and didn’t know how to discipline her without striking her, and so ended up leaving it up to a nanny. 

          when she was fourteen, she came to live with lola permanently, though he tended to send her to stay with june for weeks at a time, saying she needed a female influence. he was always distant with her, and never affectionate, but she had people like june and marcio to make up for that.

[karmicagent-blog]

@awildthing​ continued from here 

     A silence too long stretches from her last spoken word while the other stands still and staring far out into the misty downpour. When he does at last acknowledge her presence, the turn of his head is slow and his eyes slower until meeting hers directly. Not so much as a wrinkle changes his stoic gaze before his head snaps forward again to spot the remaining, fizzling flash of a distant lightning strike. 

     “You’re fine,” he states bluntly. Despite the brief glance at anticipation he’s just displayed, there’s no note of enthusiasm in his soft voice. “I won’t harm you, either,” he adds, though perhaps to no one’s comfort but his own.