#crescentfangs

[vistarya]

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[celestriahq]

* 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ! welcome to the city of celestria, flint emberstone + rafe crescentfang. bowie please have your account turned in within 48 hours and don't forget to check out the checklist + follow everyone on the blogroll. the following are now taken : avan jogia, aaron taylor johnson, lux firebloom's personal guard wc + emilee moonsong's competitor

⋆ avan jogia, 31, cisgender man, he/him — did you see flint emberstone walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the fire fae is known to be daring and hardworking, but who knows if that’s true. the personal guard seems to fit the vibe of blackened fingertips toying with a small flickering flame + fire reflected in dark eyes ⁑ ooc bowie, 30, pst, she/her / lux firebloom's personal guard

⋆ aaron taylor johnson, 175, cisgender man, he/him — did you see rafe crescentfang walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the wolf shifter is known to be blunt and calculating, but who knows if that’s true. the barista at mystic coffee house seems to fit the vibe of bright yellow eyes watching from the shadows + the scent of freshly brewed coffee ⁑ ooc bowie, 30, pst, she.her / emilee moonsong's competitor

[silhoucttes-blog]

@crescentfangs.

         ❛   how do you see this ending for you, hayley? or should i say andrea.  ❜  & she allows the TRUTH a moment to sink in. ❛  it won’t be long before amanda realizes you’re keeping something from her. or maybe she already has. they’ll kill you, hayley. i can help you.   ❜

[coldwxrassassin-blog]

✗ crescentfangs continued from here 

MEME ☾ ACCEPTING

    Lips part only for her to remain silent. James is high     as a kite;  there’s no other explanation for a question     like that. Hayley decides to entertain the idea,     and     presses her fingertips to his elbow with a raise of her     eyebrows.

              ❝– Now’s your chance to find out.❞

          the boy remained vigilant as he  appraised  the  woman  before              him, trying to ascertain what was going on in that head of hers; such              vacancy upon features has eyes narrowed as if it  will  help  see  into              her.   maybe if he hadn’t clouded his judgement with intoxicates this              wouldn’t be nearly as hard,              and he wouldn’t be invading her              personal                                                                                      space.

              he’s lost - drifting- when her simple action brings him back;       orbs              falter from their intent as they seek out of her finger pressed  against              his skin. what was she doing?          dubiety knits brows together the               longer                          his                         gaze                         lingers.

                                         “what are you doing?”

[brookesmxrt-archive]

"Did you eat enough today?"

 “If you’re trying to say I    ate    too much,   well, just shut up.       I’m allowed to eat   a pint of BEN & JERRY’S post-breakup  It’s in the  h e a r t b r e a k   handbook.” 

[nampervisum-blog]

crescentfangs!!

                 “i didn’t say that. klaus said that, n o t me.”

[manictwink-archive-blog]

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   I WASN’T READDDYYYY. No but seriously!! Thank you!!I love being in mutuals with you, okay!! always a pleasure seeing you on my dash!! ♡♡♡

[vocaladrcnaline-blog]

x. crescentfangs​

       He’s NEW ----- he’s LOST & the next full moon is in less than THREE DAYS.           From what he’s heard, New Orleans is the centerpiece for the -- supernatural.          That’s the common phrase ; though, the term ‘crazy bullshit’ suits him better.          But the general idea that someone amongst the BOISTEROUS town would be          able to help, was enough to have him grab on. As if the life that he’d taken to          trigger the damn curse wasn’t playing on a fragile CONSCIENCE enough as it          was ... But the list of names grew each month, whether he liked it or not, and          it’s hardly HELPING. And he’s so wrapped up in it that he failed to register the          presence of the GIRL until he was colliding with her head on. Manages to hold          his balance, barely. Managing to stop the colour rising to his cheeks, though?          He’s NOT too successful.                 “ Crap ... I’m SO sorry. You’re not hurt,                                                                                       are you? “

[feelingccd]

crescentfangs​.

     ❝You can tell me that’s red wine      all you like, but I know blood when      I see it.❞

                    And smell it.

     ❝So tell me, what happened?❞

           “ what’s this? the spanish inquisition?                 it was nothing.  drop it, yeah? ”

too much use of a questioning tone in one go. dripping with indignation  and  more of a reluctance than he could bear. but  he  leans  back,  arms crossed  —  regrets it by the time that he winces at his, no doubt, bruised ribs.

            “ ain’t i the type of chap to enjoy wine? ”

[anomicbeta-blog]

{ crescentfangs }

“I mean no harm--I am just passin’ through.”

[banefulbloodstream-archive-blog]

*coughs* crescentfangs

SEND ME A URL AND I’LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

Reason why you follow them - They’re honestly one of the best Hayley’s I’ve ever seen. The way they write the character is just so spot on. Half the time I forget there’s a roleplayer behind the screen. 

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with - Hope/Hayley interactions give me life tbh. I can’t remember a specific Hope url but I’m just gonna say all Hope’s cause hell yeah. 

A thing you like about their character - I love how protective she is over her family, despite having been adopted and expressing a worry of not being a good enough mother for Hope. Like she really has changed over the course of her appearance. She’s like a protective momma wolf XD

Do you interact? Why/why not? I don’t think we do D: Or if we have then not for a while. But we should change that ahjkdsasfdsdf

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Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETheme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE

We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. Plots I’d be interested in doing: I’ve actually never plotted with a Hayley before so I’m drawing a major blank here I’m afraid agsahgdkafkds But honestly I’d be open to anything cause I’d love love LOOOOVE to roleplay with a Hayley ^.^ I think it would be interesting to have the girl sassy girls meet XD

[omnesvoces]

crescentfangs replied to your post:lol i just want brooke’s blog back though.

i miss seeing you on there so much

i miss that dash so much. it’s like home base and it’s SO weird not being on it idek just hopefully it gets fixed soon it was semi fixed today i was able to kinda restore my theme  but other than that its still all screwed up 

[ofunsaidwords-blog]

crescentfangs!!

                   She’s back in the place she’s told she                    was born, all the stories of a home she                    had been kept away from, coming to life.                    According to her aunt, New Orleans had                    been deemed safe enough for her awaited                    return & if she had remembered a thing                    about this place, she wouldn’t have turned                    on her heel to ask the first stranger she saw.                                    She knew she could handle a stranger,                                    after all her powers & her strength were                                    definitely strong enough to take them on.                     ❝You. Yeah, you. Maybe you can help me                      find some people.❞

[freyiism]

"Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."

    ❛  – you get that from a FORTUNE COOKIE       or something? i won’t judge if you did, i mean,       it’s a pretty good motto to live by.  ❜

[atomsfrometernity-blog]

❂ crescentfangs based off of this. 

            The flicker of the streetlight seemed like a beacon, guiding the lost like a flashing    neon sign. He remembered the nights he spent gazing at that same annoying light    through the window of Octavia’s bedroom, contemplating self philosophy and life    decisions. It was there he had chose to leave her. The break up etched out in a     single sentence letter reading 'the timing’s not right."  He had made a lot of rash    decisions that year, trading relationships with depth, for free nights and promise of    endless adventure. At the grand old age of 23, with all the liberation of a liberal arts    degree and no career in sight, he felt the grief of the directionless wanderer.

            Tonight he sought to change it, and it only took just a little convincing from the other     bar patrons. Their robust enthusiasm for him to go “get his girl” sent him stumbling out the    door while the bartender made their last call. He couldn't remember much of the trip that    brought him here, but he urged himself now to focus as his hands raked through the cold     dirt. He only needed a few stones, just enough to send the message that he was out there,    ready to talk when she was.

            Standing ready, rocks in hand, he narrowed in to recognize the window of the white    house he had climbed down from many months ago. He lips curled into an easy     smile as he registered the world under his liquor filter. He had found the one, he was    sure of it. One after another, almost like a rhythm, he launched his small messengers    into the distant glass. The results weren't as immediate as he imagined, and in a fit of    impatience he dropped the romantic stone act and began to call her name. 

                              ❝ --- Octavia! ❞ 

[adellaholmes]

‘ i’m not that short -- everyone else is just really tall. ‘