#mistxkesmade

[coconvtfm]

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montgomery smiled at his friend and knew deep down that she was right, his wife wouldn't want him to be alone. she'd want him to find another woman in time, the only thing was... "that... it... it wasn't a woman." he admitted, for the first time out loud and with a very rare blush on his cheeks.

[invsiblestrings]

continued from (x) @mistxkesmade [TEXT] oh shit. you're serious. [TEXT] i'm on my way.

Emily Grace's shit box Honda couldn't hit more than 70 on the highway without making a questionable rattling, but she pushed it as she headed for the station, picturing her friend out in the cold of the night waiting for her. Her brakes squeaked in a fashion she found rather dramatic as she pulled up twenty minutes later, and she leaned across to manually unlock the passenger door for him. "Get in," she ordered, as if he'd want to do anything else. "What the hell, Graham. Are you okay?" She wasn't sure if she was angry with him yet - she'd have to see what he'd been up to first.

[messeduphood]

@mistxkesmade

comes from here

"Gar, I just spread the gasoline and throw a match. As soon as everybody regroups, I'll be hunted." Jason stated quietly, knowing there was truth in his words. Despite his delicate mental state, Jason could see one step ahead and have alternatives to his opponents. Even if he vehemently denied it, he was similar to Bruce in many ways.

"I'm too fucked up in many ways."  He commented as he looked into the other eyes. There was little of the scrawny kid Jason used to be once.  Now, Jason was almost as big as a professional quarterback. His tights were as big and muscular as tree trunks. His arms were defined and powerful.  It was evident now why Tim didn't stand a chance against Jason.

"Gar, we both know that everything won't be fine" He chuckled trying to hide his pain away. As every minute went by, the picture of a doomed future was becoming more and more defined in Jason's mind because he knew there was no way Bruce would let him leave this unscathed. The walls of a psychiatric institution would not hold him for a long time. Bruce would discard that idea, but it was likely that the rest of Jason's life would be spent in the Batcave.

[we3devils]

@mistxkesmade liked for a Lucas Starter!

"What do you mean, you don't like being scared? It's the best way to get the adrenaline pumpin'!"

[dcnimdreams]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : @mistxkesmade ! 

“we could have prevented this!”

[stfuisms]

♡   tag nine people you’d like to know better!

favourite colour(s): most greens, mustard yellows

favourite flavour(s): artificial watermelon, hot stuff, caramel

favourite genre(s): horror/phycological thrillers, a good 90s romance

favourite music: alternative rock, pop punk, some pop, 80s, 90s r&b maybe

favourite movie(s): coyote ugly, scream, drop dead fred, casper, ready player one

favourite series: can watch OTH always. veronica mars or buffy too, the glades

last song: end of it - friday pilots club (so sexc)

last series: outer range

last movie: the strangers; prey at night (shut up i AM on a lewis pullman kick rn)

currently reading: fanfic probably  

currently watching: the glades, outer range, high fidelity, tlou

currently working on: my muse pages and pinterest boards

tagged by; @garniers

@lilvcwine , @asystcle , @cyberzpunk , @mistxkesmade , @tcrnadowcrnings , @loveafair , @lovepctions , @chinaofrps , @dweebofrps (once you get off shadowban??)

[strngcreations]

closed starter / @mistxkesmade 

It had been a couple weeks since Arcelia officially met and took care of Shawn. Against her better judgement she had slipped out of his arms the next morning. Not wanting to be there when he awoke from his drunken haze he had previously been in. If there was any ounce of him that even remembered the night before and regretted it all she didn’t want to push her luck even further than she already had. Not without leaving a note and a fresh bottle of tequila she snuck back in. The note read; ‘Hey S, in the off change you remember last night and don’t hate me. My number is 000-000-0000. Thought I’d replace what I took. Don’t drink it all in one sitting... p.s If I’m wrong... burn after reading” - A ‘ signing off with a winkie face. 

Arcelia spent this day as she normally would. Coffee, breakfast, a walk through town only a mere 100 or so feet behind her family who had idea she was there. The normal. 

[lcvebirds]

“shawn, please,” gretchen practically begged and grabbed his hand, her big brown doe eyes glued to his, “it’s not what you think.” and regardless of the fact that she was technically innocent, she knew how bad it looked to have another guy in her bedroom alone. they really were only watching a movie and unfortunately the only place they had to sit was her bed. “you know i would never do that to you. you have to believe me.” still, the other male stayed in place with a smirk on his face as if the two had in fact done something behind his back. “please.”

@mistxkesmade

[overnightheartbeats]

The words didn't surprise him, something he hadn't heard in so long though. Diego wasn't sure what reaction he expected, but this reunion was already off to a rocky start. He rolled his eyes at the comment, "severely underdressed for carnaval, no?" His arms folded over his chest, he hasn't changed? Has she looked into a mirror lately? "Well if you gave me a minute to speak, I might've asked Yamille. You wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or...?"

Yamille smiled softly at the thought of seeing everyone from High School, after everything she had been through, her husband passing away suddenly a few months ago, leaving her alone with her 3 year old daughter. Her high school reunion was the last place she wanted to be at, but everyone had convinced her still to come.

She waited in line, knowing that this was stupid, and her friends were already waiting on the inside. She looked ahead seeing someone arguing with the check in people and she rolled her eyes. She looked down at her phone, when suddenly she was slammed into. "Puta Mad--Oh my god." Yami said half annoyed at the whole situation. "No I'm here for the Carnival. Yes, i'm obviously here for the reunion. Hi Yamille, how are you how've you been?" She mocked. "See you haven't changed Diego."

[multistoty]

@mistxkesmade

When Jason Todd walked through the door, the heiress let out a long labored sigh more dramatic than anything else. She had always had a snarky exterior. The pair looked less like heroes and more like young adults even in a bat cave with millions of dollars of Wayne enterprise. Auburn hair was brushed out of the girl’s vivid blue eyes to pin him. “Bruce said you would be good help, is it he right? I’m Hope by the way. We were dancing at the gala last night and sort of fought together though you don’t recognize me as the Tribird.”

[ofviolentdeath]

What kind of villain are you?

calmly evil

you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you're the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you're capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation. when you die, you're surprised. through all of your planning and posturing, you had forgotten that you too were mortal. but even as life slips through your fingers, you manage that smile. that same smile.

Tagged by; @chaoscomplexxed​

Tagging; @strifeincarnate​ @mistxkesmade​ @amongstmortals​ @babyitsmagic​ @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks​ (cuz you have about as many muses as me) and anyone else that wants to do the thing~

[invsiblestrings]

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station? (From Graham)

from Emily Grace. @mistxkesmade

[TEXT] haha sure!! right after i get back from paris on my private jet [TEXT] but you're joking right?? [TEXT] how do you have your phone?

[nottobecrossed]

@mistxkesmade​ [from this starter]

“I...I don’t know....” This wasn’t her forte. Only being a vampire for a short time left her with a lot of unknown about herself, much less the supernatural world. Charlee’s first thought was to go and find Marcus, or Eden, somebody. But she didn’t want to leave Callan alone. “T-Try taking a few deep breaths.”

[we3devils]

"We are friends!" Alex shot back, the siren's normally calm demeanor cracking momentarily. "I just know how you are when your dad comes calling. You'd walk through hell on earth if he asked. So answer me this, Cat, would you stay if I asked? Or do you just want me to ask for the sake of this new melodrama we find ourselves in?"

we3devils·:

“Oh.” Alex nodded, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I get it, trust me. Family first, right? ….Will you keep in touch?”

her eyes flashed black for just a moment, it often happened when she was upset and couldn’t control her emotions. “you mean to tell me, that you’re not even going to try to stop me.” catherine was often one for the flair of the dramatic, she pursed her lips with discontent. “alex i thought we were friends.”

[dcnimdreams]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @mistxkesmade !

“i think i might need some snuggle time.”

[the-liars-you-love]

Pain is weakness leaving the body (Any muse)

5. With a stab wound.

   Olivia doesn’t have her radio. If she did, she’d have radioed for backup before going in. But she’d heard the screaming. And she’d rushed. And when she’d checked the victim (she knows she checked her corners first) she had been caught from behind. And as she fought, she felt it. A chilling piece of metal piercing her skin. On her side. The blood oozes immediately when the weapon is removed. And the perp is out the window. The vic is dead on the floor, and Olivia might join her if something doesn’t happen soon. She searches the bathroom, the kitchen. She feels the blood soaking her shirt, and the leg of her jeans. Nothing. No first aid. 

   Shoving her way out of the tiny apartment, Olivia presses a hand to the wound. Blood flows between her fingers. She hits the wall as she crashes out. She’s calling Fin, Rollins. Officer down. But they’re all too far away. They’re calling for a bus, but…

   Her energy is draining. She crashes into a civilian on her way to the elevator. 

   “I’m sorry–” she apologizes first, teeth gritted against the pain. Nothing if not tough. “My name’s Lieutenant Olivia Benson, I work for the NYPD. I’ve been stabbed, I need you to go into your apartment and get something to stop the bleeding.” And it’s only then that she doubles over, both hands pressed to her side. This hurts like a bitch. “Now!”