#phobiiax

[ofviolentdeath]

She let out a low whistle, knowing full well that her grandmother was going to be damn pissed if she found out Colette had left the property and Wilder would likely be worse to deal with. Add in all of this though and she'd likely be under heavy lockdown.

"My entire bloodline is demonically tainted and I'm not even allergic to holy water. Also, it's less of a den and more of a bar which is probably not a great place for someone with anger issues exacerbated by alcohol consumption to be living with someone equally volatile, but here we fucking are."

The only reason she wasn't dead was her natural healing abilities coupled with Cord's medical and magical knowledge. She had no doubt that if she came across Wilder's ex again, she wasn't going to get off nearly as easily as she had previously.

“Lucky for us that dying doesn’t seem to stick for me then. I’ve died twice. It just seems to make me angrier and more powerful. Not to mention I’m always in danger. Cryptids and spirits seem to hate my existence, I’ve been possessed by a demon and my boyfriend before he was my boyfriend babysat us while I was stuck in the pentagram with said demon, I’ve been almost possessed by shadow demons twice before that, I’m allergic to holy water, I faced a serial killer and evaded him…. So adding forcibly dragging you from your den to have a little fun foraging in the woods and looking at weird things to my list? I’m sorry if I’m not scared.”

Rambling was a new one for Jenna, but really, she felt for the woman. Being stuck because of an archdemon? Jenna understood that a little bit. Different circumstances, but…. She just wanted to help her live a little.

[stormscbrewing]

      “I feel like someone’s been watching us, Jen.” A strained energy is in the air surrounding Ben, as if he’s been hesitant to approach about it. Something he might’ve kept well hidden, but there’s no certainty. There was this... happiness in their lives he hadn’t experienced before, and it felt as if someone was hanging over them. Ben felt like the rug might be pulled from under their feet. He took her hands into his and pulled close, finding her eyes to match his certainty. 

      “I don’t got powers like yours, but I just know something’s going on.” Though fear would wrap it’s adrenaline filled fingers around his heart, Ben found his ground in Jenna. He feared that things unseen and unheard would be what could hurt them, but he also knew that she had a way with spirits. Ben pressed a hand to her cheek. 

@phobiiax​

[spinstressing]

❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ (from Eros!)

@phobiiax

"And I get that -- I totally do --" Margo kept her hand extended to the other who was managing to hold on to the building ledge at quite a remarkable height. "But I really think you should take it anyways."

[licnhearttmovedd]

@phobiiax​ cont. x

❝ Some idiots getting into a fight and they got too close . ❞ He says looking over his shoulder before looking down at her. Hazel hues looking into her lighter colored ones. A small smirk appearing on his features, he only did it to ease her nerves; Tyler didn’t want to trigger her or anything so he tries to get her to focus on him. ❝ Thanks for askin’, love. ❞ He says before gently placing a hand on her cheek and then tucking her hair behind her ear. ❝ How about we get out here, go for a walk and get somethin’ to snack out; not really feelin’ this scene anyway. ❞ Tyler suggests as he glances from her eyes to her lips and then back in her eyes again. 

What mattered to him was Jenna’s safety and her wellbeing. Sure he liked taking her out and showing her off but he always tried his best to read a room first before they entered, the crowd in the bar was relaxed but all it took was mixing of drinks of and the last shot to start something that he knew someone couldn’t finish. 

[stvtisticsmovedd]

@phobiiax asked: ☕️ (Jenna giving Rose a fancy flavored coffee from her secret stash ||  Send me "☕️" to give my muse a coffee! || accepting

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go out on a bender with horror movies and drinking, because the morning after was killer. Her head was throbbing and her statistics vision was not working properly, maybe it was sign to either eat or get some caffeine in her system. Laying in her bed, she got the motivation to sit up once more. Running her hands through curly hair, she looked up to see Jenna approach her with a cup with steam coming from the top. 

The blonde had told her that she pulled out her secret stash of coffee, saving it for a rainy day. A smile grew on Rose’s face, a small tired smile but still a smile. ❝ You spoil me Jenna, truly. ❞ Rose said as she took the cup from her and then patted her bed for her to take a seat next to her.  ❝ Since you made coffee, I’ll order breakfast. I’m thinking pancakes? ❞

[rphelperblog]

inspired by @phobiiax​

A history book level storm and lack of hotal space has your muse and a car full of strangers forced to brave the storm after all flights were forced to close and you all are the only ones here with one rental car left. A hitched ride home in a snow storm turns sinister when one of the passengers is plotting for the ride to end in disaster. There is a love interest for your muse in this car and some suspicion as things continue to go wrong with no deaths. Things have gone missing or put in different bags but it seemed innocent. Until when the car is finally totalled- a knife is found tapped to one of the seats. Who is the murderer? Will your muse and their loved one make it out and stay safe or is one of them the culprit?

[impulsivitytm-a]

How does your story end?

frightened, alone.

you are not ready to go. you plead, and cry, but the reaper will not hear you.

tagged by: @phobiiax

tagging: @sorcierchaton (for any muse) , @bulletshout , @frayededges

[stormscbrewing]

💕 - Jenna and Ben

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

@phobiiax

[licnhearttmovedd]

@phobiiax ordered: “when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.” 

❝ Like wise, sweetheart. ❞ The male said softly giving her hand a light squeeze. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with affection since he was still testing the waters with her. Tyler liked to tread carefully since she is Rose’s best friend and the last thing he wanted was to come between them. It was bad enough that he overthought the situation with Natalie and that ended badly with the two of them not talking for over a month and those months were the worst for him. How many nights did he drown his sorrows with a drink after a drink to numb his pain and misery. But with Jenna he wasn’t going to screw it up. 

❝ Now, I’m not one for paranormal things, but I got your back no matter what and I believe in you, you Jenna Paige are Hell on Earth and there is nothing you can’t do. ❞ He says as he then moves his hands to cup her cheeks before leaning down to placing a gentle kiss on her forehead for reassurance and good luck. 

[whomuses]

"It's not fair!" he exclaimed, nodding rapidly in agreement, but his face fell into more surprised lines at her comment about finding him a job here. "You - you think you could? I'm - really struggling to make rent as it is," he admitted, smiling at her. Even if it was still a maybe, well, that was - that was a bit of hope. A little spark.

"Um." he grimaced at the last question, "I mean, I'm not - bleeding - any more. I got a couple stitches in myself." he admitted. It was hidden in his big comfy hoodie but at least it wasn't bleeding through. "Just, y'know, um, got it kinda - cleaned up." he shrugged awkwardly.

open rp || peter parker

"I lost my job. I fucking - I missed a shift and rang in and told him I'd been shot - and he said if I was going to make bullshit excuses he didn't need me! So now I have a - a fucking bullet wound - and no money."

[stvtisticsmovedd]

💋 - Jenna kissing Rose on the cheek?

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere. || accepting

She was lost in space again, too engrossed with the lore for Halo and Destiny, trying to see if the creators left easter eggs for the community since Bungie did make Halo and then moved to Destiny. As she was reading, Rose felt a kiss on her cheek. Jumping slightly feeling a surge of electricity run through her body, Rose turned to see Jenna. Batting her eyelashes a couple of times she blushed but smile some. ❝ Oh, hello you~, thanks for getting my attention. I didn't hear you come in. ❞

[licnhearttmovedd]

tyler atlas & jenna wilcox |  Trust me girl, you and me                                            And that's what it's gotta be                                            I give you everything you need | @phobiiax

[stvtisticsmovedd]

On the chance Rose does encounter Christopher Lockhart again, there is no telling what she might do. After their break up and her recovery from him, she tries her HARDEST to not interact with him by any means necessary. She has him blocked on all social media platforms, his number is blocked and everything that he had ever gave her had been destroyed ( thanks to Jenna @phobiiax​​ ). Her hands are wiped clean of him. However the fear of him popping back up is still there. All the sadness and heart ache she had ever felt had turned into a burning RAGE that. 

If she ever thinks about him too much (which she does from time to time even after all these years), her abilities show the most. Her electricity manipulation is partially fueled on her rage. Usually she does calm down, at least until something technology based or electric explodes in the aftermath and then that’s her sign to stop thinking and move onto something mess. However, the emotional damage of Christopher James Lockhart is still there. 

[ofviolentdeath]

"Maybe," he conceded, fingers playing through his hair as he thought it out some more. "I like the idea of a stable menu with a weekly special sort of thing. I also have to take into consideration the fact that I don't live in the safest city either. The food truck would have the perk of it being just me whereas in an actual dine-in situation I would have to hire and train other cooks. But it would be less stressful in the long run to not do it all on my own. I'm probably overthinking the hell out of this."

The blonde gave it a moment of thought, searching through a few different options. “You could change the menu often based on what you’re able to get?” She offered a small suggestion. “Like, plan a bit of course, but who says you’ve got to have a specific set menu? Then you can pick some top favorites and things you won’t get tired of cooking, and build a menu off that, or people can ask for whatever you feel like making that week?”