#cynicalwitted

[ponytaled]

@cynicalwitted​ gets a starter from serpent betty ! 

IT HAD BEEN THE TALK OF THE TRAILER PARK. fp jones, going to prison for crimes he didn’t commit. refusing to name names in return for release. he was a local hero, all any of her serpent friends could talk about. but one thing lingered on betty’s mind, his S O N. she knew what it was like to barely speak to a father. hal cooper, though he tried, couldn’t seem to connect with his daughters. it was nothing, really, compared to what jughead was going through, but she could sympathise.  ❝   how’s your dad ?  ❞  she had caught up with him in the hall, having spotted him walking ever so slightly ahead of her.  ❝   we’re all thinking of him, mom especially. they were friends in high school, apparently.  ❞

[thewailer-archived]

@cynicalwitted​ requested a one liner starter from H E R E

❛    would you please just make up your mind.    ❜

[undeciided]

@cynicalwitted​ [ x ]

Betty was aware that she was moming him, but if she didn’t do it, no one would. Jughead was probably the kind to let a flu extend for days and days until the symptoms naturally went away. Now, however, he had a girlfriend to watch over him.

     ❛ You need to be okay if you want to keep writing and investigating ! Medicine might make         you sleepy now, but you will thank me later. Now stop pouting. ❜

A chuckle was only silence by the soft peck she laid on his lips, the evident taste of medicine making her flinch slightly.

[creativechaos]

Blogs ya'll should be following (yes I have a couple resource ones cause that's where I get my icons lmao. cause I don't know how to make them fancy and shit lmao )  1. thehollowedartist  2. @serpentfamily  3. @cynicalwitted 4. @idorpstuffs 5. @corcillum 6. @tryingmother ( needs to be higher. wtf?! *sobs* )  7. @codeworn 8. @fxxtballsajoke 9. roleplayhelpers

[perfectblnd-blog]

@cynicalwitted because I missed this

“Their kicking..” Betty said excitedly as she laid on the bed, hand firmly on her protruding belly. Eyes wide as she looked at Jughead, body shaking uncontrollably as she sat there.

[jerksredeem]

— &&& starter . @cynicalwitted .

❝  I’M  SORRY  ,  ❞  STEVE  begins  ,  brows  knotting  together  quizzically as  he  tries  to  properly  place  this  soul  .  when  he  was  KING  of  this  school  ,  he  knew  nearly  ever  face  . . .  yet  he  couldn’t  seem  to  remember  THIS  ONE  . 

❝  are  you  new  ?  you  look  like  someone  just  kicked  the  CRAP  out  of  you  .  ❞  being  polite  wasn’t  really  steve’s  strong  suit  ,  clearly  . 

[queenv]

@cynicalwitted shippy starter

“The RED and black?” Veronica chuckled, giving him a little look as she rolled her eyes playfully, propping herself up on one of the shorter filing cabinets after dusting it off, eyes looking down to meet his gaze. “They couldn’t have thought of a BETTER name, huh?” she asked, smiling as he took a seat on the chair in the corner. “This place screams TORTURED SOUL. You’ll fit right in, Hemingway.”

[survivormoves]

starter for @cynicalwitted riverdale based

       When Jughead had arrived back at the trailer, Murphy had been on watch, hidden in the shadows and watching quietly. They had told him to give a ring if shit was w r o n g. But seeing it was the Jones kid returning home, well... That was who they needed, right? The Serpent had remained outside for a while longer, finishing off his cigarette before finally moving forward when the others left, giving them a respectful nod, a hand patted at his shoulder before he entered the trailer, giving a soft whistle. " Ain't you getting in d e e p here, Jugs. " he commented, looking about the trailer. " To be honest, when they told me they needed someone for a cleanup, I didn't expect to be brought to FP's trailer. OR hear that FP's son wanted some shit done. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? "

[southsidcd-blog]

@cynicalwitted || sc. 

     “Congrats on your dad,” The voice is spoken from the shadows, the back lot between Pop’s and the fences separating town. JD stands, leaning against the diner wall, a thin cigarette pinched between two fingers and lifting smoke from his paled lips. “With him back, you’re sure to get a high spot within the snake pool,” a short, almost mocking chuckle. “ - if you thought you were already.”

[triedhisbest-blog]

 “ Jughead – where are you going to go now? “ FP looks down  in disappointment because he couldn’t keep the theatre open  for his son. He knew damn well how severely Jug loved the place. 

FP couldn’t comfort the sadness that was apparent on his son’s face. He knew that he couldn’t step in Hiriam’s business, it just end up hurting his family in the long run. FP was mercurial when it came to expressing his feelings. “ Jughead ––– sorry about your theatre – I know ––  How much you loved that place.” FP felt regret  that he played a part in the destruction. However he’ll never tell that to Jughead. Keeping secrets with family is like playing with a lit match. 

[saviorbuilt]

            “ well, think about it--- ” she said, feeling all the solemn eyes on her now. she wasnt going to shy away from what she noticed, she had no real ties here or family to worry about. hell, a small friendship with betty and veronica, she wasnt even well versed in all the drama that had gone down in this little town. she supposed thats what made her perspective a bit different. ( she was never meant to keep her head down ) “--if one person has killed all these people with no motive or pattern, whos to say anyone leaves alive? what im saying is that theory doesnt make any sense. people dont do that. ”           @cynicalwitted from [ x ]

[ponytaled]

"Am I going to regret this?"

100 WAYS TO SAY ‘ I LOVE YOU ’                 //                NOT ACCEPTING !

BLONDE CURLS FRAMED HER FACE, DAINTY FINGERS COMBING THEM INTO PLACE. they had been together for a while now and, though he now attended a different school, there was no one else she would rather attend the dance with. ❝   probably.   ❞ rosy lips quirked up as she turned from the mirror, approaching her better half. ❝   people might stare, but i don’t care.   ❞  pink dusted fingers fiddled with his tie as she spoke, her words soft. ❝   tonight’s for us, not them.   ❞

[riverdalered]

❝ I have no idea what you’re talking about. ❞

“You don’t have to lie to me, Jug.”

[southsidelover]

😍

kiss me meme + @cynicalwitted

Halloween was just barely over, but already, she seemed to be in the mood to find the next celebration. Given the close proximity of the Jones’ trailer to her own rundown shithole of a house, even if it was early morning on a Wednesday, and the frost was still clinging stubbornly to the grass as she waited outside, and school, and school was waiting…! Breathlessly, with a laugh, she pounded at his door, a jacket hanging heavily from her frame. The door opened, revealing that cocksure grin on her face, the small, slightly tilted hat on her head. “Your place is fucking depressing.”

           Yeah, she sure knew how to make an entrance.

Holding up the string lights in her hands, she was already looking around the exterior of his trailer for places it might fit. To make up for being alone during the time when family typically shone at its most… well, neutral, frankly, within the South side. That family here could mean who you chose to make it with, and that home didn’t have to mean running off to find it someplace else. Because there were people here who wanted him around too. “Wanna help me hang em? I bought them at the dollar store, they were doing some wicked blow out last year and I bought a ton in case. I like to call it thinking ahead.” 

The grin on her face didn’t fade, climbing the steps in long strides, so that she could look at him, face to face, pressed against the doorway with her. The look within her eyes was hard to read, outside of the game, excited grin on her face, the dawn’s sun stretching out behind her as it barely peeked across the horizon. Was she thinking? Maybe… maybe not. Because it seemed that, in a split second decision, the pink-haired girl was leaning forwards to close that space between them, pressing a brief, warm kiss to his lips.

                              Girlfriend be damned.

“Come on, Jones. Don’t just stand there. We got work to do.”

[jelbean]

❝ How about this, how about you fight the rest of the cereal by yourself and I’ll courageously make pancakes for those of us who want a little warmth in our mornings. ❞

“i like my sugary cereal, thank you very much, and i like my cereal milk cold — like my heart.”

….. “but i might have one pancake. if you’re offering.”

[ofwrittenschemes]

( @cynicalwitted continued from x )

    “Reassurance from little old me?” She was all feigned innocence, but reveling in the knowledge that he was aware of how dangerous she truly was. “What can I say, I missed it.” Despite her words, Katherine wouldn’t have come back for mere nostalgia; naturally, there was something she WANTED and was keeping secret.