#rileyshjarta

[senstar-blog1]

❛          it was worth it just to hear you describe it.          ❜

@rileyshjarta liked for a canon dialogue starter   !     ♡

[paradxze-blog]

@rileyshjarta liked for a starter

“Is everything alright? Do you need any help? Are you alright?”

[theirsacrifice]

@rileyshjarta | Riley

“---I’m fine, never better.”

[dulhaan]

                              ‘       I’M  BEGINNING  TO  THINK  we  should  maybe  get  out  of  london.   i  mean,    THINK  about  it.   bpo  must  be  looking  for  whispers  &  possibly  jonas.    even  if  he’s  here,   at  some  research  facility,    i  would  feel  much  SAFER  elsewhere                                      for  now.        ‘        @rileyshjarta       ╳      liked.

[ofgravityandganesha]

have you ever opened a door and known with all certainty that it led to a specific room, only to find that it was in fact a portal to another continent? as miss dandekar was finding out, it was never any less JARRING no matter how many times this happened.                      she peered                                                                                    the                                                                                    corner, hoping to see a familiar face, the foreign chill seeping quickly into her skin.                     ‘ wolfgang? ’ she tried, still uncertain as to her exact whereabouts. ‘ will? riley? ’ @rileyshjarta​ / ♡

[theblindangel]

Las Lagrimas || Closed RP

The Boroughs Market had always been one of Margaret’s favorite spots to play her guitar. Nothing but the soft bustle of people rushing to grab their groceries for the day before hurrying to their other business. Sometimes she could even hear children of locals and tourists alike gather around to watch her fingers float over the strings. Her blind scarred eyes remained shielded behind the dark sunglasses bridging across her nose, the hints of the healed flesh peeking here and there around the arms.

The Market was one of the few places she first met one of the other members of her cluster. Sir Malcolm Thorton, knighted by her Majesty for his dedication to the sciences, had sat right at this very corner to paint the people and in the center of his piece was her. Every detail refined as everyone else was painted in a smear of colors and shapes. It was one of her happiest memories.

But times had changed. She had not spoken to anyone in her cluster for years...not after their agreement. Margaret always thought it was foolish to just sit on the corner and play...but...some part of her deep down hoped...no...prayed such a gesture would call out to others...others just like her.

(Song Margaret is playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HO4Mfuh83A)

@rileyshjarta

[solitxdo-blog]

~ { { @rileyshjarta || x } } ~

     “he hurt you. what do you think?”

[thebansheeofthepack]

                   @rileyshjarta liked for a starter

“So, you have... voices in your head? But you claim they are real people, who actually talk to you... from somewhere else on Earth?”

[missemoneypenny]

@rileyshjarta

“Hey, hi. This is going to sound rather ridiculous, I know. But, I think you have my copy of the science textbook and I was rather wondering if there was any chance I could get that back?” Eve really hoped she’d let her, or even just agree to tear out the front page and never ask any questions.

[senstar-blog1]

‘ it’s funny because even online i find it hard to be social and make friends. ’

★   ↷   text posts.   accepting.

❛          online presence is like half my reputation.          i don’t know how you live.          ❜         his day is so often incomplete without publicity,  a tweet gaining him the hordes of praise he thrives from     ——     granted,  with all social media platforms,  there is often a counterbalance,  negativity to parallel the love,  but being voted one of the sexiest men in the world ?          that had to count for something.

❛          we’re all kind of online when you think about it.          like,  uh,  we’re facetiming,  right ?          except you can smell hernando’s cooking in the other room,  and i can hear your dad singing clear as a bell.          so,  better than facetiming.          and you’ve got seven life-long friends across the world now.          ❜

[timidwiitch-blog]

@rileyshjarta liked for a starter.

            ❛ – – your hair is really pretty, ❜ piper comments.  she must be in a good mood, complimenting riley like that.  the girl rarely says what she thinks, so the spoken praise is a sure sign of happiness.  perhaps she’s had a good day.  

            ❛ so, did you do anything fun for the holidays? ❜

[theirsacrifice]

@rileyshjarta | Riley Blue

“---Exposing yourself to Whispers like that was a bold move, one I suggest you don’t make again. Some of us are actually trying to avoid him.”

[dulhaan]

Could you recommend me some sense8 blogs? The fandom is just so smol and I can't find them :/

i know, anon, it makes me sad the fandom is so small. but, the people we have rn are amazing & absolute perfection. i have hope the fandom will grow when we get the rest of s2, but here are the ones i follow for ya ! some of them are multimuse or oc blogs.

@mcnsterlikeme / @rileyshjarta  @konstellatio  @melodramatico  @carvesholes  @blarsdottir  @officersensate  @outragedmind  @likeart  @innatesensate  @fataldelicacies  @complexitiies  @ahopefulbunch  @riotvein  @ofdcrksouls  @bcstdressed  @tearyeycd

[awolfateherheart]

@rileyshjarta liked for a starter

Shawna made her way over to the bathroom mirror to start her usual routine: face wash, toothbrush, hairbrush, shower. It had been a rough couple nights living with the Mikaelsons with everyone on red alert about Esther and Mikael coming back. . . .again. Also with Klaus trying to kill everyone . . .again. Her life had grown more chaotic than she needed it to be.

She took a handful of water and splashed her face just to get the morning ritual started. When she looked in the mirror, waiting to see her messy bed head, the hybrid was surprised to be met with platinum blond hair with a single blue streak. 

“What in the hell?”

[smoakinoverwxtch]

“I can’t walk.”

“Okay, what happened?”

[lonewolfbogdanow-blog]

( &; @rileyshjarta​ continued from here )

‘And I have a gun’ He thought to himself. Wolfgang rushed over to her, pressing his hands firmly against her wound to stop the bleeding. Trying to put as much pressure on her without hurting her too much. “And what happened to the man?” He asked, if he’d come out alive, he could very well go after her again. He’d make sure to put an end to that if need be it. He had to keep his fellow sensate safe. “Are you okay? C’mon, let’s get you inside.” He held onto her waist as he lead her into his flat. Setting her down on the couch as he took of his jacket. He pulled his shirt off, ripping at the fabric to make strips of cloth. Going to get a small bucket of warm water. He pressed the warmth cloth to her wound, getting rid of as much blood as he could. “This is going to sting.” He said cautiously before splashing alcohol onto the wound. Grabbing the strips of his shirt and wrapping them around her wound. “Did you know this man? Why did he come after you?” Worry laced in tone as well as his gaze.