#crimsxnidol

[artframed]

@crimsxnidol​ \ starter

                                                  FOR  A  MOMENT,  SHE  COULD  SWEAR  THE  GUY  IN  LINE  IN  FRONT  OF  HER  IN  LINE  AT  THE  COFFEE  SHOP  IS  JASPER.  the  jacket  didn't  look  like  that  when  she'd  met  jasper  BEFORE,  but  he's  got  the  long  dark  hair  and  when  she  catches  just  the  PROFILE  of  the  other's  face,  the  furthest  thing  from  her  mind  is  the  fact  that  the  guy  she  ASSUMES  he  is  has  a  twin.  watching  him  move  out  of  line,  she  HESITATES  for  a  moment  before  deciding  to  just  GO  for  it. "  hey,  JASPER!  "

[tantrcm]

@crimsxnidol​ liked for a starter

      “i’m not really one for friendly conversation.” a shooter of tequila is filled in front of the singer's nose. drinking seemed to be his only past time when touring. “more so just, sit, drink, maybe shit-talk the playlist in this fuckin’ place.” 

[softsmear]

*   𝖟𝖆𝖈𝖐  𝖌.    .  .  .                  🔪                  ❛      𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐈𝐓 ’ 𝐒    𝐀    𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐈 ’ 𝐌    𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐓𝐎    𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑    𝐁𝐎𝐘    𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 .      ❜          @crimsxnidol

   ❛            𝙷𝙴 ’ 𝚂      𝙽𝙾𝚃      𝙼𝚈      𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶      𝙱𝙾𝚈  .            ❜                 words      that      protest      so      vehemently        !                ––––––––––––––––––––––      &      yet      their      tone      is      dull  ,      lifeless         .  .  .        𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋      𝘜𝘗      𝘝𝘖𝘊𝘈𝘓      𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚      𝘈𝘙𝘌      𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋      𝘐𝘕      𝘓𝘐𝘘𝘜𝘖𝘙                ;              maus      lifts      the      bottle      again      &      𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬      𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲      at      the      taste      flooding      his      mouth  ,      stinging      the      insides      of      chewed–raw      cheeks  .      𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙔      𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎      𝙋𝘼𝙉      𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙎      𝙏𝙃𝙀      𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙈  ,      squinting      hard      from      𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎      𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗  .

   maybe      he      should      𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑      𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅      𝐀      𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇      𝐎𝐅      𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘  ,      see      if      that      could      fix      him      up  ,      make      him      clean  .                 ❛            𝙳𝙾      𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁      𝚈𝙾𝚄      𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃  .      𝙸      𝙳𝙾𝙽 ’ 𝚃      𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴      𝙰      𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃  .      i      don ��� t      even      know      where      he      is      ––––––––––––––––      don ’ t      know      where      𝐚𝐧𝐲      𝐨𝐟      𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦      are  ,      actually  .            ❜                 shit  ,      that ’ s      right        !                slack      limbs      struggle      to      pull      𝙖      𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙      𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮      upright  ,      to      regain      balance      ––––––––––––––      golden      liquid      spills      on      the      floor                (      COLLATERAL      DAMAGE      )                &      he      stands      somewhat      upright  .                 ❛            𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 ’ 𝚁𝙴      𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶      𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴  ,      𝙷𝚄𝙷  .            ❜

[devilsympcthy]

                    “i HATE this fucking song,” magda states, low voice just touched with a whine. she’s on her third double whiskey sour, which is really only the beginning of what’s going to be another wasted night. ( ha. wasted. ) she cocks her head at the other patron at the bar. “don’t you hate this song?” no, she doesn’t know him, but that’s okay. she hates being stuck with her own thoughts. “my ex wrote it about me. like, as if i’m actually that fucking shallow, you know? do i LOOK like i would be that shallow?”

@crimsxnidol​ LIKED .

[immortalled]

send a  🎤 + a url and the mun will record themselves talking abt them (3/5) for @crimsxnidol!!

Apologies, my voice was starting to get tired by this point. You’re awesome, though! Keep being rad. :>

[belladoniic]

@crimsxnidol​ liked for a starter !!

            “ i’ll let you tell your friends you went home with FREDDIE MERCURY if you can get me a drink. ” 

[trturre]

         just say hi, be normal, say hi just say-----  ❛  you look music-y. ❜  she’ll scrunch her nose up, mentally scolding herself. she means no offence - take it as a compliment.   ❛  d’you listen to TOOL? ooh, what about GOJIRA? ❜    she’s looking like a kid in a sweet shop, eyes wide as she rambles to the stranger.  ❛  sorry.. probably shouldn’t stereotype. ❜    /   crimsxnidol​         

[bloodykneestm]

this is awkward, definitely more than dominic bargained for when he’d gotten jasper ellis high and made out with him with the smash bros. theme song playing in the background, but -- he does like jasper. whether he’s worth going through the awkward meeting the family process exactly, he isn’t quite sure, but whether he wants it to happen or not, it’s happening. he’s just grateful that jasper was too tied up at work today to join them for their quick, scheduled coffee break, so he doesn’t have to try to find the perfect intersection of two masks and he can just perform for one person. ( he’ll bring jasper his coffee anyway, after zack heads home. ) “so -- you’re the famous zack.” he extends a hand. “dominic west. i’ll get your coffee.” 

@crimsxnidol​  / starter call!

[chxoticmuses]

SEND ME A  🌻 AND I’LL TELL YOU WHATEVER I WANT

Status: Accepting!

@crimsxnidol​ said:  🌻 🌻

🌻 @ everyone telling me to go get my itchy c-section scar checked out; NO, I REFUSE TO GO TO THE DOCTOR.

🌻 The main point of this blog was to give a dash of diversity to the RPC community because lord knows we need some and I really hope it’s doing that. I do my best to include race, age, and slowly working my way up to gender diversity. I got a long ways to go, but I hope this blog comes off as diverse because that’s the whole point of it; giving voices to those I see are often ignored in the RPC.

[felinewilesarch]

      She is PACING. Restless like a tiger in some fucking SIDESHOW cage. Its what she does when she’s pissed - edgy over something she can’t quite get out at the moment. Slashing expensive feather pillows with her nails could only get her so FAR. “All was fine and dandy until Lydia called.” MOTHER. A word that left even worse a taste than her first name. Now, where was that cocktail?

      / @crimsxnidol​

[vulpesse-arc]

Subtle makeup, monochromatic clothes and the absence of luminescent tails   ───   Ahri had indeed done her best in pursuance of deftly concealing her identity from prying eyes, from any fame-hungry photographer or enamored fan that could have, otherwise, accidentally recognized her  (  after all, she wasn’t really supposed to be spending her time here, with him  )  . Delicate facial features soften and brighten at the sight of the male, curvature of rose-shaped tiers promptly slants upwards into the vision of a mischievous simper whilst she proceeds to goofily wave her hand in order to pique his attention. OH, SWEET SWEET FREEDOM  !  Even a place like this, after agonizing weeks spent within a tiny cage of gold and diamonds, almost feels like heaven.   ❝  Why do you always choose the weirdest places to meet up  ?  I got lost at least three times while searching for you.  ❞

@crimsxnidol​ gets a foxy smooch  !  ♡

[huntedvideo-a]

the hunter will take a moment to shrug off his hoodie, leaving him in nothing but a black metallica tshirt, of which he will roll up the left sleeve so that the artist might get to the back of his shoulder. only a few tattoos stained his body, but with the recent events, and knowing that he’d be going after a demon that could potentially know who he is, finley decided that this tattoo would be the most important.

‘sorry for just walking in,’ once saran wrap covers the chair, fin will sit, trying to get comfortable as he glances at the other man. ‘i didn’t really have time to make an appointment, it’s kind of a last minute think. totally my bad,’ / @crimsxnidol​.

[gateskept]

@excentriquee

Does mama Rea want Cerby cuddles !??

[citialiin]

          ☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH : @crimsxnidol​

     ❝ STOP -- !! ❞   

     THE TRACK halts -- Ziggy yanks his headphones from his neatly coiffed hair and fumbles to drop them around his thin neck.  ❝ All wrong, all wrong -- ugh. ❞  A vibrant groan tumbles from him, and he drags himself out of the chair to fling open the door to the recording booth, an accusatory finger aimed at Zack.  Despite his somewhat waifish appearance, the singer -- the famous singer, he corrects himself snidely -- certainly hopes he is duly intimidating.  After all, it would be unwise to waste his time, especially given his endless charity in being as kind as to allow less popular acts to share a scant sliver of his well-deserved time in the spotlight.  It is not every day one has the utter privilege of performing his instrumental backings.  The young man with the guitar is talented -- he knows that for certain, or he would not have hired him.  Whether or not he can keep up with Ziggy’s somewhat capricious demands is, altogether, a skill unrelated to music.

     ❝ I’M NOT saying it’s bad, ❞ he prefaces -- the curt frown spread over his thin lips suggests otherwise, but he makes some vague gesture with his hands, struggling to articulate a point that escapes him.  ❝ It’s just ... not good, ❞ he settles, ❝ and I need you to do it better. ❞ The critique is hardly constructive, but it’s all he delivers: there’s a strained smile stretched over his pink-glossed lips, taunt as a tourniquet, and manages between the clench of his teeth, ❝ can you do it over, darling ?  And can you do it properly ? ❞

[multiheads]

It  was  nice  .  Nice  not  being  chained  to  a  gate  ,  placed  in  an  endless  pit  ,  and  alone  .  He  finally  had  a  home  ,  a  family  (  he  always  dreamt  of  one  ,  though  in  those  moments  it  was  more  likely  he’d  be  alone  for  eternity  .  Guess  the  fates  were  wrong  this  time  .  )  to  call  their  own  now  .  They  need  to  find  a  way  to  let  the  boy  know  how  appreciative  they  were  of  him  .  Walking  into  the  living  room  to  see  a  sleeping  Zack  ,   may  have  just  given  them  that  opportunity.  

The  center  hound  looked  at  the  other  two  ;  beckoning  them  to  follow  (  as  they  always  had  )  .  Though  quietly  ,  not  to  disturb  him  .  eventually  ,  they  made  it  to  him  ;  the  face  paint  still  slightly  visible  upon  the  other’s  face  .  The  center  hound  gestures  to  the  other  two  with  crimson  eyes  moving  from  them  ,  then  to  the  boy  .  In  which  they  follow  ;  one  jumping  on  the  arm  of  the  couch  then  wiggling  himself  between  the  boy,  and  the  back  of  the  couch  .  

The  second  followed  after  ,  jumping  on  the  arm  before  gently  climbing  on  top  of  the  boy  ;  laying  down  upon  his  chest  ,  resting  his  head  on  his  paws  as  crimson  eyes  kept  keen  on  the  boy  .  Last  ,  but  not  least  .  The  center  hound  climbed  up  onto  the  edge  of  the  couch  ,  were  the  boy’s  arm  hung  off  the  couch  .  He  circle  around  using  his  paws  to  soften  the  area  which  he  was  going  to  lay  .  Once  he  was  finished  ,  he  laid  down  against  the  boy  ,  nuzzling  his  snout  under  his  chin  before  closing  his  eyes  along  with  the  other  two  .

@crimsxnidol​ ♡’d

[bloodykneestm]

lighter clicks, flickers, lights, as two deft, tattooed hands ( outfitted with a fabulous black manicure ), bring the manufactured flame to the end of kitso’s cigarette. shitty dj plays music nearly half the caliber of the stuff that had been performed in the same venue mere minutes before and prompts a roll of dark eyes and a head shake from the young queer, which in turn offers them the opportunity to catch a glimpse at one of the members of deathsweep ( their favorite band of the night ).  they cross over to the other and pull a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of their jeans, extending it to him. “great show tonight, man.” they clap the other on the shoulder, grinning. “you’re really fucking talented!” they inform him as if perhaps he’s never heard it before.

@crimsxnidol​ / surprise!