“We missed you around here, Killer.”

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Another one of his visits that stretched far past school hours into the later part of the night.  Seems like it was getting harder and harder to will himself to walk out the door and return back to reality.  The comfort of the Warbler Common Room when it was only him and Sebastian was something he told himself was over a long time ago.  That their friendship, while polite, would never be what it used to be.  Until it seemed that fate brought him back here once more.  Back to Dalton, back home, back to his friends.  

To Sebastian.  

Who stood in front of him while he procrastinated leaving for the second time.  His heels already swung backwards twice, two steps towards the leather couch he’d just vacated.  A handful more and he’d be sitting back down.  Not that he seemed to mind as his hand reached out and fingers curled around Sebastian’s wrist.  Now the taller of the pair was tugged closer to the sofa, too.  His heart felt warmer when he heard he was missed and that name came back to him. The underside of a pale wrist was grazed over with the edge of Blaine’s thumb and his smile softened, his gaze read over Sebastian’s.  “I missed you, and Dalton and everyone, too.  Keeps getting harder to go and I’ve only been visiting for less than a week.”

Plays with his hair

Blaine dissolves.  The fingers in his hair work their magic and lure him into a brief silence.  Long lashes dip down as his eyes close and for a moment, he just floats away.  A weakness he doesn’t mind being taken advantage of by a certain someone?  You could say that.  His quiet is broken up at first by a hum.  Then a smirk follows as his eyes open and squint up at the culprit.  He’s only half joking when he whispers with a playful amount of sing song in his tone.  “I hope you know what you just signed up for.  And just how stuck you are right now.”  Further proving his point, his head tilts towards a pale palm.  Legs tangle together.

…And that’s all she wrote.

kcnsasborn.

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▒▓ *.:｡✿  ❛❛  i wasn’t sure what your favorite pastry was so i tried to make an assortment. i made banana nut bread, chocolate chip cookies, && vanilla glazed strawberry rolls. ❜❜ the petite brunette says as she gently lowers the basket of homemade baked treats on his nightstand. seeing one of her teammate’s in such a state is very quite upsetting of course but she’s certain that he’ll be better in no time.

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what that sebastian boy did … oh it just — ! it gets me all worked up ! it makes me so … so gosh darn mad ! 

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she huffs angrily.

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Staring at the basket, Blaine can’t help but smile.  Even if it is a little lopsided and he’s still about two and a half sheets to the wind thanks to his painkillers.  Two sheets and a body pillowcase?  Yep.  That was pretty accurate.  His palms press flat together between his thighs and his shoulders pitch up in a happy/it’s way okay shrug.  “I can’t say I’m upset about this many treats.  You didn’t have to go through all that but they smell amazing and thank you.”  Hearing Sebastian’s name, his smile wobbles but he makes sure to keep the ghost of it.  Dorothy adorably upset makes it easier to not let it die out completely. “Has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?  I don’t think any of us planned for it to go that far.  Part of me hopes that he didn’t either, you know?”  Off the record?  A part that’s getting smaller the longer the radio silence between them stretches out..

Rules: answer the questions you’re given, write 11 of your own and tag 11 people.

Their questions.  

01. Who was the first muse you’ve ever had?  A nameless woman who murdered her husband to escape abuse.  My teacher read it and I got questioned about my home life.  That was fun trying to convince her I only wanted to write a good story and my Dad and I were fine. 

02. How did you hear about roleplaying in general? Was it through a friend Or?  A friend of mine played Dungeons and Dragons and told me about it.  I thought it was kinda interesting but not my thing.  Then through randomness I found roleplaying online and fell in love.

03. Do you have a favorite song? Band?  Number one would be Coming Back To Life by Pink Floyd because it reminds me of things I overcame and what I’ve become after letting those things go.  Included the link of the best performance ever and if you wanna experience some freaking good music?  Click!  Favorite band is The Cure.

04.  Besides writing for fun what other hobbies do you have? Or do in your spare time when you’re not writing.  I spend time with my dog.  Oodles of it.  I, also, ghost hunt and explore abandoned towns/places!

05. If you could go to any place in the world where would you go? And why.  Toronto, Canada.  If I could pick any reason?  It’d be because I was moving there.  

06. Do you have fears? Phobias? What are you scared of?  I’m petrified of flying.  Not like an Ooo that’s scary! sort of afraid.  As in, if I think about going to an airport even if I am not getting on a plane, I get anxious.  If I can drive and it takes less than DAYS, I’ll drive.  If I am forced to fly, it’s nothing but hell from the second I know until it’s over.  Two and a half xanax and more in my pocket if I wake up brand of petrified. It makes me sick imagining the feeling tbh.

07. Do you prefer physically holding a book and turning the pages? or you do like reading things electronically?  Holding a book.  That smell is the best smell ever, too.

08. Do you believe in the supernatural? Yep.  Seen too much not to.

09. What sort of muse do you like to lean towards more? Canon or OC? And why.  Either one equally.  It depends on the qualities and aspects of the character. I’ve disliked my own characters (but wrote them anyway cause they were necessary) as much as I’ve disliked some canons and vice versa.  LOL!

010. –  011. –

My questions.  

01. Why did you choose your muse?  When did you decide you wanted to begin writing for them?  (multi’s pick one muse of your choosing!  or all if you really want!)
02. What would be your ideal concert?  And who would you go with if you could pick ANYONE but only one person?
03. If you had to pick one show to watch for the rest of your life..what would it be?  Why?
04. If you had to pick one book to read for the rest of your life..which would it be.  Why?
05. If you could have a conversation with anyone in history; who would it be?  What would be your first question?
06. Do you believe in the supernatural?  Why or why not?
07. Who would you want to play you if a movie was made based on you and your life?
08. What was the first thing that came to mind this morning when you woke up?
09. What’s your favorite season?  Why do you love it so much?
10. If you were in The Purge, would you commit a crime knowing you could get away with it, join the resistance, or hide keeping you and your loved ones safe?
11. What has been your proudest moment in writing so far?

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A new day, a new life.  Blaine could barely sleep a wink the night before.  Fresh from his second tour of the Academy and he could barely contain how excited and terrified he was.  Excited for the fresh start.  Terrified for reasons ranging from the standard will they like me to the notion that maybe nothing would change.  That the promises and policies of the school his brother worked tirelessly towards getting him into mid-semester was full of it.  That nothing would change because this was Ohio and how many open minds can you force to stay open by rules that were supposedly unbreakable? Hope won out in the end as he drifted off.  And faith and trust in Cooper that things were going to be okay.  Because Cooper promised.

The morning, however?  Totally different story.  His hands were shaking so bad that he couldn’t finish tying his tie.  His brand new blazer hung from one hand as he stared up at Cooper who patiently cocked his head to the side and finished the job he couldn’t.  Then gripped his shoulder and gently turned him around to face the mirror as he slid the jacket that would soon be the sign he was looking for to be able to heal again.  Past the faint scab on his bottom lip and eyebrow that would be gone within a week.  Just like the greenish blue mark underneath his eye.  A far cry from how it looked in the beginning.  Fading hues and reassuring squeezes to his shoulders.  All symbols that everything was going to be okay.  Like Cooper said.

‘You heard me, right?  I wouldn’t be letting this happen if I thought it was going to turn out bad.  You gotta trust me.  This is gonna be beyond great.  Beyond me levels of amazing.  You can do this, Squirt.  They’re going to love you.’

“Don’tcallmethat,” a mumble and he curled his fingers towards the pressed cuff edges of his sleeve, “What if I don’t fit in?  What if they look at me and they think I’m a stereotypical rich kid problem child?”  His brows shoved together and lifted above panicked hazel eyes, their colors darkened by anxiety and his voice wobbling.

‘You know that’s your favorite.  Don’t roll your eyes.  Okay, roll them.  Made you smile.  Caught you doing it. Just live in the moment, Blaine. How many times have I told you that if you worry too much about the future?  You’re going to get forehead wrinkles?  Then it’s botox by twenty-five and you’re never going back.’  

Cooper’s wide-eyed omen warning was greeted with the first real laughter Blaine felt since the day before when his brother compared the group of boys singing in the gardens to ‘every boy band that ever existed in one ensemble only good’.  Steadier fingers finished the last button on his jacket and he turned to face Cooper, stepping back and swinging his arms outwards, fingers fanned from one another.

“Well?  What do you think?”  His heart pounded in his ears.

‘I think you look ready.  Are you?’

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

‘Good.  Let’s get you to your first day.  Dalton Academy?!”  Cooper thumbed over his shoulder towards the exit of Blaine’s room before pressing his palms against one another and rubbing them together.  “Here comes Blaine Anderson.  Place isn’t even gonna know what hit it.’

ofodinn:

RPC, I know this seems to escape people but…

Respect your rp partners who are fast. Don’t shame them. It’s not a bad thing that they are excited about your reply or have a method.  Making them feel guilty is wrong.  Don’t fault people who want to reply to you.  It doesn’t mean that people who are fast, do not have a life.  Some people just are most comfortable being quick and are excited.  There is nothing wrong with being fast.

Respect your rp partners who are slow. Some people just have a longer process, ponder things longer, and genuinely are just busier. Some people just prefer to have a longer queue, take longer. It doesn’t mean they’re not excited.   There is nothing wrong with being slow. 

Basically, respect your RP Partner.

freaksbloom.

               “honestly —- never have the words ‘think of oingo boingo’ elicited such hope in anyone,” billy laughs. “and though you have a wonderful point, dear, i think we’d all just be better off if i keep my musical talents -” or lack thereof “- to myself and focus on the things i DO succeed in. like wearing astonishing amounts of make-up and MASS eating blondies.” speaking of – the plastic container is offered out. “they’re homemade.” 

“I’m glad it did.  Otherwise?  I’d have to question what company I’m keeping.”  A joking wink was sent Billy’s way before Blaine chuckled.  Dear?  The term of endearment made his smile last a longer than it might have now that he was arching a brow and plucking out a blondie from the container.  “Well.  They smell delicious.  Thank you.  Plus, you always look great, so..”  He broke a corner off but squinted thoughtfully over the top of his fingers.  “If singing isn’t your thing?  You could always try doing make-up?  Costuming?  If you haven’t noticed?  I’m determined to get you involved.  Maybe it’s just because that means I’ll get more of these if you are,” he joked and popped the piece in his mouth giving Billy the chance to catch up.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m so sorry.  I know.  You’re right.  I did this.  All of this was my fault.  Every mistake I made lead to this exact moment and I just keep making them.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You, obviously, matter.  Even though I did a horrible job at showing it.  I tried to.  I messed it all up.  Please tell me you know deep down that you always mattered because you do.  So so much.     
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Do you know what it’s like to feel like you’ve been erased?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) To know you don’t exist to someone who means the world to you?   
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s like you’re a ghost inside of yourself.  Hollow and empty and not really real anymore.  That your world isn’t all there the way it was a day ago.  It’s gone and you have nothing to fill it up with.  Parts of your life are just gone because you’re the only one who lived them but you weren’t and that part doesn’t matter..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I just didn’t want to be someone who was deleted anymore.

@tongueticd ; continued from here.

“I’d totally fuck you.” B)

this meme right here.

The entire room was decked out in so much pink and red, he felt like he was stuck inside one of those ads for those love sex motels out in the Poconos.  Yes, it was a Valentine’s Day but did they really have to make the entire place look like a kleenex box he decorated in fifth grade for his classmates to stuff cheap store bought cards into?  Wow, his mood was sour.  Blame it on his favorite holiday taking a swing back to GAP Attack status.  Thank God the bartender behind the bar didn’t seem to care the slightest about how fake an i.d. looked judging by the glasses of wine he saw Santana and Quinn flashing earlier.

They inspired him to give his own try a go.  Two glasses of merlot to nurse away smiling through his song on stage and he was just on the okay this is getting better side of a mood change thanks to the inspiration of the contents of his glass.  And his newfound company that saddled up to the bar beside him.  The crowd was starting to die out.  Two by two, Blaine watched his friends disappearing towards the lobby of the hotel towards points rather obvious.  Non-stop jokes and sardonic comments from Puck had him laughing at the latest and greatest.  A nonchalantly spoken, ‘I’d totally fuck you,’ to his comment about how he and Puck were doomed to be the only ones getting unlucky tonight and how unfair it truly was.  

The chuckle died out on his tongue when he noticed that Puck was watching him, his eyes still lit up with his own half-laugh until neither one of them were laughing anymore.  Their eyes met (because Blaine caught himself staring not at the twinkle he admired a beat ago but the way Puck’s mouth was curved–what was going on in Puck’s mind?)–he did not expect his stomach to feel like he’d just went over the rest of the world’s tallest rollercoaster.  Free-falling and light as air.  Just like the tone of his voice when he heard himself say..

“I..um..  I have a room..”  Loop one put his heart in his throat.  Yes, he just said that..