xbigbadguitargodx walked into the shop

Fidget had her nose buried in paperwork, her nerves being grinded on by the past due shift reports her fellow employees happened to just conveniently forget to do while she was away. She growled under her breath as she flipped through a binder full of unorganized receipts from three months prior to her much needed departure from the shop to take on a much more active roll in the parlor. Just as she thought her head was going to explode, the bell to signal a new arrival in the store sounded, only making her headache sharper. “We’re closed.” She said, not bothering to lift her head from the scattered information in front of her.


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That awkward moment when you miss the old Murderdolls line-up like the desert misses rain.

putinsboots:

Everything hurts.


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open.

Fidget pursed her lips as her fingers ran over the fret board of her guitar, that daunting solo stuck in her. Her only problem: getting it from her thoughts and into action.


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Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, ‘wake up’ for my character’s reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

imdeadxandimove:

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(Source: reblogkarma)


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a day in the life of a roleplayer
  • roleplayer: *looks at muse*
  • muse: *looks at roleplayer*
  • roleplayer: no.
  • muse: yes.
  • roleplayer: don't you fucking dare.
  • muse: I'M GOING TO DO THE THING.

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Guess who just received her very first tablet? That’s correct, me. Come love me, bitches!! Mamas back!!!


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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

"M-Michael…wha’s…" she felt her bottom lip tremble as she tried to sit up, only to be kicked again, "I can’t..do this.."

"Yes you can, Fidget," He said, his eyes turning back to their normal shade "You’re strong" 

She shook her head, “No..I can’t. I don’t even know what’s growin’ inside o’ me, how can I possibly do this?” She asked as she curled up on the examination table.

"Fidget, I know you can do this because you, of all people, are strong. You can handle this." He said, rubbing her back. 

"I wasn’t strong enough to fight off me attacker." she said as she at up then, rubbing her eyes.

"Physically strong and mentally strong are two totally different things." He said, eyes softening.

"I jus’ want this thing out o’ me." she murmured as she ran a hand over her stomach with a sour look on her face.


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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

"M-Michael…wha’s…" she felt her bottom lip tremble as she tried to sit up, only to be kicked again, "I can’t..do this.."

"Yes you can, Fidget," He said, his eyes turning back to their normal shade "You’re strong" 

She shook her head, “No..I can’t. I don’t even know what’s growin’ inside o’ me, how can I possibly do this?” She asked as she curled up on the examination table.

"Fidget, I know you can do this because you, of all people, are strong. You can handle this." He said, rubbing her back. 

"I wasn’t strong enough to fight off me attacker." she said as she at up then, rubbing her eyes.


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lionsxofxasgard:

irishroulette:

She jumped then, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands balled up into the cushions of the couch. She felt almost immobile under him, her legs the only thing that moved, shivers running through her.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his pants and boxers. Now completely nude, he rested over his wife. He pressed his lips against her own once more to give them a deep, hungry kiss. He reached down between them and took hold himself. He guided his length past the folds of her entrance and deep inside of her. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, stroking his cock in and out of her gently.

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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

"M-Michael…wha’s…" she felt her bottom lip tremble as she tried to sit up, only to be kicked again, "I can’t..do this.."

"Yes you can, Fidget," He said, his eyes turning back to their normal shade "You’re strong" 

She shook her head, “No..I can’t. I don’t even know what’s growin’ inside o’ me, how can I possibly do this?” She asked as she curled up on the examination table.


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irishroulette asked:
"Yer a sight fer sore eyes if I do say so meself."

outlaw-gentleman:

irishroulette:

outlaw-gentleman:

"So are yous, sweetheart! How’s m’ gal doin’?”

Colt couldn’t help the grin that spread across his
face at the very site of his favorite Irish dame.   It
had been too long…

She grinned at him as she crossed her arms over her chest, “oh ‘m doin’ jus’ peachy. Jus’ got back from a convention. Guess who won best work?” She asked as a toothy, shit eating grin spread across her face. “I showed ‘em tha tat I did fer ye, got a few customers come ta me booth, an’ I swear, my best work yet.” She beamed. 

Colt found himself grinning even wider, recalling how they’d initially met. That Jeff Hanneman tattoo was one of his pride and joys right now. His favorite tattoo, yet! But of course, the newest tattoo is always the favorite. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten any new ones since—though, he was looking to get some recolored and fixed up.

"Damn, that’s fuckin’ awesome!" His grin only seemed to grow, crossing his arms with a ‘no shit’ expression upon his face. He was proud as hell to hear this. "Wha’did’ja get fer winnin’?" he asked, curiously.

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She continued so smile at him as she moved hair to the back of her ear. “I got five grand an’ new tattoo supplies.” She said as she bit her bottom lip. “I used quite a bit o’ tha money though fer some new things in tha shop. An’ a new exhaust for me car tha’ I jus’ recently got runnin’.” She shrugged her shoulders as she kicked the toe of her shoe on the pavement. “How ye doin’ though, haven’ heard from one o’ be favorite clients.”


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Heading to bed. got a busy day tomorrow and really want to be well rested. Like if I owe/will owe.


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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

she rubbed her forehead, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. “even if I did…who’d believe me?”

Michael frowned, wishing he could do more. “I’m so sorry..” He said, closing his eyes “i’m here for you..” 

"can we jus’ do this please…" she asked as she shifted on the table, flaring her nostrils as she tried to contain herself.

Michael nodded and looked at the screen. “Nothing seems abnormal..” He muttered, looking down

she licked over her bottom lip, “ye..ye sure?” she asked as she looked at the screen. She could see a profile of a child, but that was it. “would it have a heartbeat?” she asked, noticing the room was incredibly quiet.

Michael nodded and went to make the heartbeat audible… if there was oone. 

And she waited. Waited for something to happen, and yet, there was nothing. she felt her eyes water again, “is it dead?” she asked, only to be answered by one particular hard kick to her rib cage, making her cry out.

Michael growled. “No but it’s strong.” He said, unconsciously allowing his eyes to go black. He looked terrified and worried

"M-Michael…wha’s…" she felt her bottom lip tremble as she tried to sit up, only to be kicked again, "I can’t..do this.."


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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

she rubbed her forehead, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. “even if I did…who’d believe me?”

Michael frowned, wishing he could do more. “I’m so sorry..” He said, closing his eyes “i’m here for you..” 

"can we jus’ do this please…" she asked as she shifted on the table, flaring her nostrils as she tried to contain herself.

Michael nodded and looked at the screen. “Nothing seems abnormal..” He muttered, looking down

she licked over her bottom lip, “ye..ye sure?” she asked as she looked at the screen. She could see a profile of a child, but that was it. “would it have a heartbeat?” she asked, noticing the room was incredibly quiet.

Michael nodded and went to make the heartbeat audible… if there was oone. 

And she waited. Waited for something to happen, and yet, there was nothing. she felt her eyes water again, “is it dead?” she asked, only to be answered by one particular hard kick to her rib cage, making her cry out.


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irishroulette asked:
[MSG]:I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

irishroulette:

halfvampirehalflycan:

<text> Fidget? Why would you say that?

she rubbed her forehead, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. “even if I did…who’d believe me?”

Michael frowned, wishing he could do more. “I’m so sorry..” He said, closing his eyes “i’m here for you..” 

"can we jus’ do this please…" she asked as she shifted on the table, flaring her nostrils as she tried to contain herself.

Michael nodded and looked at the screen. “Nothing seems abnormal..” He muttered, looking down

she licked over her bottom lip, “ye..ye sure?” she asked as she looked at the screen. She could see a profile of a child, but that was it. “would it have a heartbeat?” she asked, noticing the room was incredibly quiet.


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