mixologiist:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

mixologiist:

send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night

—-; There was a tug and a pull to his sheets when he felt that extra weight against his back, causing him to groan and fumble in and out of his consciousness. His mind immediately thought of his younger sister, Felicia, who always had a tendency of climbing into his bed till the age of twelve. That was three years ago. 

"Don’ tell me you havin’ nightmares again…" He murmured, keeping his eyes closed. He struggled within his sheets again. "…Come on, you can’t just kee—hey!" 

Though as he finally turned to the other side he was greeted with another familiar face, a face that was obviously not his sister.
"You ain’t Felicia…! Hey, wake up!"

Her face lit up a little, and she twiddled her thumbs a bit. "O-okay… just for a little while… th..thank you." She glanced back up at him with big, scared eyes and a frown. "I-it’s ok. We just… didn’t really… part on good terms, I g-guess." Live on good terms at all, more like, but she didn’t want to bother him with it. It was probably unhealthy to keep it bottled up, but she cared more about bothering others than her own state of being.

"But ya avoiding him for some reason?" Had to have been—whatever reason that may have been; again, he felt too cautious to accidentally tread on personal issues. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he ever did that. "Sounds just like me and my dad, I suppose." 

Reasons, reasons. After a moment, it just sort of broke her. She buried her face into her knees, trembling as she tried to hold back tears. It was embarrassing, honestly, but maybe it was about time she let it out. "A-a lot… a lot of reasons…" She stayed silent aside from her words, trying not to worry him, but she felt so helpless. Maybe… at least he’d sympathize, from the sound of it.

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((i said i would do it and i am absolutely not sorry))

mixologiist:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

mixologiist:

send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night

—-; There was a tug and a pull to his sheets when he felt that extra weight against his back, causing him to groan and fumble in and out of his consciousness. His mind immediately thought of his younger sister, Felicia, who always had a tendency of climbing into his bed till the age of twelve. That was three years ago. 

"Don’ tell me you havin’ nightmares again…" He murmured, keeping his eyes closed. He struggled within his sheets again. "…Come on, you can’t just kee—hey!" 

Though as he finally turned to the other side he was greeted with another familiar face, a face that was obviously not his sister.
"You ain’t Felicia…! Hey, wake up!"

Well, she had already intruded into his home rather rudely. May as well. She exhaled, trying to calm herself. “Y..yeah. It’s just…” She frowned, further. "I just, ah… thought I saw my dad outside is all. I’m pretty sure it isn’t him at this point, but…" She began to bite at her lower lip, almost seeming ashamed for admitting to her fear. "Th-thank you, though. I’ll go now, if you want."

"Your dad?" Randy blinked rapidly as he adjusted himself to his elbows, his expression turning from bewildered to concerned in an instant. He knew not to pry too much but he quickly observed and came to the conclusion that he was obviously not a good man—or just a man that brought fright to Swan. 

"Alright, I ain’t gonna ask but you…you can stay if you want." 

Her face lit up a little, and she twiddled her thumbs a bit. "O-okay… just for a little while… th..thank you." She glanced back up at him with big, scared eyes and a frown. "I-it’s ok. We just… didn’t really… part on good terms, I g-guess." Live on good terms at all, more like, but she didn’t want to bother him with it. It was probably unhealthy to keep it bottled up, but she cared more about bothering others than her own state of being.

robotsandsodapop:

meejanski:

i regret posting this now

this is the best

mikeisanidiot:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

- _\)

"I said ‘your face bugs me’ as a witty response to your initial comment."

Mike just kind of stood there for a second, it was almost as if he was astounded that this small person was really saying something like that to him.

"Well fuck you."

"Not that desperate."

She continued to look up at him with a still unimpressed expression, now crossing her arms. She hadn’t had a chance to really be snarky with anyone in a long time. It felt good.

mixologiist:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

mixologiist:

send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night

—-; There was a tug and a pull to his sheets when he felt that extra weight against his back, causing him to groan and fumble in and out of his consciousness. His mind immediately thought of his younger sister, Felicia, who always had a tendency of climbing into his bed till the age of twelve. That was three years ago. 

"Don’ tell me you havin’ nightmares again…" He murmured, keeping his eyes closed. He struggled within his sheets again. "…Come on, you can’t just kee—hey!" 

Though as he finally turned to the other side he was greeted with another familiar face, a face that was obviously not his sister.
"You ain’t Felicia…! Hey, wake up!"

She pulled her legs up to her chest, frowning. Now she felt worse; not just for dragging him into this, but because chances are she didn’t actually see anyone. Truth be told, she had never really talked to anyone about the topic; not Mortimer or Marjorie, not Swank, she had never even given any details to her brother. "I-it’s no one. I’m sorry… I-I’m really sorry for barging in."

"I-it not a big deal…" Though that was partially a lie, if there had been trouble out there and it barged in his home, there would definitely be a problem. But he didn’t kick the girl out for that, he couldn’t, it would be far too cruel. "I just wanna make sure, alright?" 

Well, she had already intruded into his home rather rudely. May as well. She exhaled, trying to calm herself. “Y..yeah. It’s just…” She frowned, further. "I just, ah… thought I saw my dad outside is all. I’m pretty sure it isn’t him at this point, but…" She began to bite at her lower lip, almost seeming ashamed for admitting to her fear. "Th-thank you, though. I’ll go now, if you want."

mixologiist:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

mixologiist:

send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night

—-; There was a tug and a pull to his sheets when he felt that extra weight against his back, causing him to groan and fumble in and out of his consciousness. His mind immediately thought of his younger sister, Felicia, who always had a tendency of climbing into his bed till the age of twelve. That was three years ago. 

"Don’ tell me you havin’ nightmares again…" He murmured, keeping his eyes closed. He struggled within his sheets again. "…Come on, you can’t just kee—hey!" 

Though as he finally turned to the other side he was greeted with another familiar face, a face that was obviously not his sister.
"You ain’t Felicia…! Hey, wake up!"

After a long pause, Swan blinked. "U-uh. I have an explanation." She sat up and crossed her arms. "I just, ah. Thought I saw someone outside that I… well, recognized, and uh… Swank was busy." She shrank down. "I’m sorry. I panicked, and you were the first person that came to mind. I just got scared." She of course felt like an idiot, and just sort of sat there silently staring down at the bed. Still shaking slightly, but otherwise motionless. Poor idiot was too scared to even go home.

"Saw someone?” He squinted at the woman, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to look out the window of his room. “Ya mean someone dangerous, don’t ya?” Of course she had to have meant someone like that, there was no other reason for it. 
"…Who are they?” 

She pulled her legs up to her chest, frowning. Now she felt worse; not just for dragging him into this, but because chances are she didn’t actually see anyone. Truth be told, she had never really talked to anyone about the topic; not Mortimer or Marjorie, not Swank, she had never even given any details to her brother. "I-it’s no one. I’m sorry… I-I’m really sorry for barging in."

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I love her face
you have no idea how much fun her face is to draw
its just so angry. all the time.

mixologiist:

send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night

—-; There was a tug and a pull to his sheets when he felt that extra weight against his back, causing him to groan and fumble in and out of his consciousness. His mind immediately thought of his younger sister, Felicia, who always had a tendency of climbing into his bed till the age of twelve. That was three years ago. 

"Don’ tell me you havin’ nightmares again…" He murmured, keeping his eyes closed. He struggled within his sheets again. "…Come on, you can’t just kee—hey!" 

Though as he finally turned to the other side he was greeted with another familiar face, a face that was obviously not his sister.
"You ain’t Felicia…! Hey, wake up!"

After a long pause, Swan blinked. "U-uh. I have an explanation." She sat up and crossed her arms. "I just, ah. Thought I saw someone outside that I… well, recognized, and uh… Swank was busy." She shrank down. "I’m sorry. I panicked, and you were the first person that came to mind. I just got scared." She of course felt like an idiot, and just sort of sat there silently staring down at the bed. Still shaking slightly, but otherwise motionless. Poor idiot was too scared to even go home.

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hellomynameisfxxckyou:

twobirdsonewastelandrp:

"Ones? You got more than just Kherus now?" Speaking of which, she hadn’t seem him in a while either. She was definitely happy he wasn’t all alone, but she had a reputation of never smiling to keep up. Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned against a nearby wall and crossed one leg over the other.

Granted she slipped a little and almost fell, but she quickly regained her composure. Because she’s a loser.

"Yeup!" Rory grinned. Granted, Kherus was the only other /person/ that lived here, but the cat and bird were still family.. and then there were the small robots, but they were off somewhere in the back. He wasn’t even sure where Farad was.. most likely sleeping on his bed. Lazy thing.

"I have a cat now.. and Kherus has a bird. Their names are Farad and Zhaanvie." It was probably obvious which belonged to which.. maybe. Both Persian names thanks to Kherus.

A cat? She blinked. At least, it was assumed it was a blink, with her other eye covered it was somewhat hard to tell. "A… cat? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat in real life before…" Birds, yes, here and there, but never a cat. The names were a bit odd, but with Kherus around she figured he named them anyway.

WW: How long have you worked on your characters and what inspired them? :3

oooh. Swan, I had only worked on for maybe a week or two before I made the blog? She didn’t take long because I took a lot of elements from previous character ideas and sort of mashed them together. I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been here at this point, but it’s been almost a year I think. Bates was only added like… a week in, I think, with very little planning. This blog was originally called swanthorntonrp before I added Bates, thus the ‘twobirdsonewasteland’ thing.

Swan was majorly inspired by a sort of AU version of a different character I had at the time, Beri, who didn’t exactly work out the way I had hoped- Swan was sort of a very regal, proper White Glove version of her that gained its own life and changed all on it’s own. Bates, like I’ve said before, spawned from a doodle I did and I immediately loved her. Before Swan there were tons of other OCs from my various, various play throughs, but she’s the first one to stick.

it’s been like a regular thing for I think a couple months now xD
>-> i havent been back for a couple months ;-; thats cool, though. we’ve filled like every day of the week.))