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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : Patrick WOULD resort in casually spilling wine on her pristine couch or carpet without a single care in the world. He knows she’s prepared for it, he’s become predictable now. Instead, he slides into the uncomfortably stiff sofa and props his left ankle over his right knee with a smile. “ Pop another Xanax Delia. That should help.”

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                                                          gaze watches him as he seats himself , as though he had every right to be there , && truthfully , he does – she doesn’t stop him , doesn’t berate . simply allows him into her space && a doesn’t bat an eyelash . pause , ignoring him for the book in hand until he speaks , comment causing nothing but a soft breath of laughter issued between her teeth ; he wasn’t wrong on that score , but she is hardly about give him that satisfaction .

                                  when she turns , flaxen brows loft high , amusement painted so delicately into the lines around her mouth && eyes ; it hadn’t always been this easy , but with age had come temperance , && tolerance – now , she would go so far as to say she enjoyed his company , finding the years of silence that had stretched between them simply a thing of the past , seldom thought on , bar for when she deigned to think on all they were , all they had once been .

                                          ‘ every time you open your mouth , i feel a migraine coming on . ’

     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃. By now Patrick could almost read the woman like a book. It had taken some time to get used to her now, how silent she could be the majority of the time. So much different from the Delia he had known twenty plus years ago. Time changes everyone, including himself. If certain events had never played out he could be living an entirely different life now, perhaps it could be better. If only they had survived that night all those years ago he’d be a better man than what he’s become, what he refuses to change.

Leg drops, planting both feet firmly on white carpet to lean forward resting elbows on knees, fingers firmly connecting each hand to form a ball and with the subtle lick of his lips and a devilish grin he gives the woman a silent nod before falling back into firm, uncomfortable padding. He’s trying his best not to spend so much time attempting to find a comfortable position. It’s nearly impossible, a scoff released in discomfort and the idle shake of his head.    Are your patients living, breathing, human beings? If so, subjecting them to sit or lay on this piece of shit for your aesthetic is fucking torture and you should be paying them for your time, not the other way around.

He pauses, deciding finally to relieve himself of the terrible seating choice he had made and headed for the kitchen. “   You know a good cure for a migraine? Question is one of rhetoric knowing she’d quip back with something in regards to his departure from her home, something he wasn’t planning on doing until he got what he had come for.

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I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING ON PATRICK. Lol, like I came back from hiatus hell bent on focusing solely on him but it’s so hard to do that when he’s such an intense muse and the majority of his life is so depressing and dark. I’m very, hot and cold with him but I’ve been having the urge to come back and do his replies so hopefully I’ll find the time to do that soon. I just, I’m really bad at blog hopping I swear xD

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theleftoversdaily:

Penguins One, Us Zero

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REPOST    & FILL    IN    THE    WORDS    YOU    MOST    ASSOCIATE    WITH    YOUR    CHARACTER. THE NATE ADDITION. * are my additions, you can keep them or remove them.

ANIMAL  :   Deer // Buck // Fox
CRYPTID * :  Ghost Deer
COLOR  :    Steel, baby blue, Teal & Turkish blue.
MONTH  :   January
SONG  :    Outside by Staind
NUMBER  :   11 (11:11 was the time his daughter was born.)
DAY    OR    NIGHT  :   Night
PLANT  :   Willow Tree.
SMELL  :   Burning logs in a fireplace, chill air just after a snow fall, cigarette smoke, matches.
SEASON  :    Winter
FOOD  :   homemade meals.
CANDY * :   Gummy bears, peach rings.
ASTROLOGICAL     SIGN  :    Gemini
ELEMENT  : Air
DRINK  :   Whiskey // Beer.

TAGGED BY: @tornhumanity
TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it !!

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fallasea:

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

  • I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW
  • I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.
  • HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW
  • LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 
  • I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?
  • I’M JUST
  • SO SLOW
  • AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT
  • AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 
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thenutbusters:

You’re keeping in step and in line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Cause you do what you’re told
But inside your heart it is black, it is hollow and it’s cold

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memories:

surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of realityrot

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Question:

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).。o♡ 💞

Answer:

For my lack of activity on Patrick I do not deserve this but I’ll still accept it, it’s mine now and you can’t take it back. No take backsies.

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Have you been feeling a little out of place in the rpc? Does your body ache? Do your bones pop whenever you move? Are you tired? Grumpy? Feeling the sudden insatiable urge to suck on butterscotch candy, knit a scarf and hit children with a cane? THEN THIS DISCORD SERVER IS FOR YOU. We know the road is a little rough out there when you’re a role play veteran in a sea of the fresh new batch of role players that have rolled in and our ancient dinosaur asses are getting more and more difficult to find. This server is to remedy that, to give us a place to find other ancients like us. Please, come in, put on your house coat and enjoy some re-runs of golden girls. This server is for anyone in the rpc who is 25 years or older.               Please message me, Marley @liftedrelics or Char @sardonicviking for the invite link.

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aniiimo:

         psa:  if you ever send me a meme & i don’t answer it, it’s never because i’ve seen it & gone “oh, it’s them”. if i can’t think of a response to a meme right away, i usually keep it in my inbox, or save it to my drafts, & then wait until i get an idea to answer it. or sometimes if i just can’t think of anything at all, or a few people sent in the same one ( sentence memes ) and i can’t think of enough ways to make each unique, then i’ll just end up deleting it. but that never means i don’t want to roleplay with you, or that you can never send another meme in, or ask to thread. just so you buttercups know !!

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Question:

pinkie's out, bitch.

Answer:

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@annoytinyblonde || Character Development.
28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

 VERY QUICKLY. Honestly he’s always looking for a fight. He doesn’t even care about winning it’s more of a constant desire to feel pain, or to get what’s coming to him but because he’s so good with hand to hand combat boxing/kick boxing wise he wins a lot more than he loses. Even if he knows he’s going to win he’ll give the other a few openings to get their shots in. Just call this man self destructive. 

Really, the only time he ISN’T looking for a fight is when he’s on duty. At the end of the day he would rather have had an uneventful night than to be forced to fight a criminal/suspect. He’ll fight if he really has to but prefers to be able to handle situations calmly and with 0 violence. After work, after hours at the bar? Or anywhere else off duty if you’ve got beef come catch these hands. 

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@cachazo || Unprompted HC question.
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

I think it depends on the situation. He can become very hot headed and blame someone else for something going wrong when it comes to work etc. For example if a suspect escapes, or coffee spills, the little things. Those he can easily blame on others, but if it’s something personal like relationship wise or the death of his family or his Mother “leaving” him when he was a child than he blames all of that on himself. There’s a lot of self hatred there and really he can’t carry all of that so it does leak out into blaming others occasionally.

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@icameasiam || Unprompted HC question.
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? / Does your character remember names or faces easier? / Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? / What does your character dislike in other people? / Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

  • I’m going to start with the fact that Patrick has been in many situations that filled him with fear. From his childhood, to teen years and later but the worst situation he’s experienced is the gut wrenching feeling of walking past the threshold of your own home with an ominously suspicious gut feeling that something just wasn’t right. The worst pain, fear and all together tragedy he’s ever experienced was the loss of his wife and child. The second closest would be his experience in every day life after losing his Mother.
  • Patrick is definitely more visual and remembers faces with much more ease than names. It will take him a little while of hearing the name more than a couple of times before it finally sticks. 
  • Ambition definitely. He’s definitely a do first, think later type when it doesn’t involve work. 
  • Patrick has a very stubborn and aggressive personality, which means that he will butt heads with those who are similar to him. Overly confident, vain, conceited. Really anyone who will knock him down or on his ass. He doesn’t do well with anyone in higher authority than him. Pretty much, anyone who threatens his position, actions or anything in his life.
  • Honestly, the most comfort he feels post death of family would be when his home is full of foster pups. They’re extremely comforting to his ptsd and keep him pretty level. He doesn’t sleep walk as much with a full house and a photo or memory that resurfaces isn’t as bad as they can be when his house is empty. 
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❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

bitter  /  aggressive  one  -  liners  as  taken  from  the  website  pinterest  .
tw  adult  themes  .     customize  as  you  wish  !

❛  fight  because  you  don’t  know  how  to  die  quietly  .  ❜
❛  i’d  rather  die  on  my  feet  than  live  on  my  knees  .  ❜
❛  i’ll  get  over  it  ,  i  just  gotta  be  dramatic  first  .  ❜
❛  you  don’t  get  to  be  surprised  that  nobody  gives  a  fuck  about  you  after  you’ve  worked  so  hard  to  alienate  the  entire  world  .  ❜
❛  i  wouldn’t  be  like  this  if  i  knew  how  to  not  be  like  this  ,  okay  ?  ❜
❛  i  had  to  fight  like  hell  and  fighting  like  hell  made  me  what  i  am  .  ❜
❛  i  will  be  brutal  .  ❜
❛  i  don’t  want  to  be  soft  anymore  .  i  want  to  be  bloody  knuckles  and  glass  shards  and  i  want  people  to  be  afraid  of  hurting  me  .  ❜
❛  bring  them  to  their  knees  .  head  bowed  and  fists  bleeding  —  make  them  repent  .  ❜
❛  is  this  what  i  get  for  loving  a  god  ?  ❜
❛  you’re  a  weapon  ;  and  weapons  don’t  weep  .  ❜
❛  i’ll  survive  .  somehow  i  always  do  .  ❜
❛  the  things  that   used   to  make  me  cry  just  make   my  hands  shake  and  my  eyes  blank  .  ❜
❛  i’ve  begun  to  understand  why  god  died  .  ❜
❛  i  speak  violence  .  ❜
❛  it’s  not  my  fault  i  have  my  father’s  eyes  .  ❜
❛  judge  if  you  want  ,  we  are  all  going  to  die  .  i  intend  to  deserve  it  .  ❜
❛  i  need  to  kill  you  .  ❜
❛  i  will  continue  to  watch  you  rot  .  ❜
❛  i  wasn’t  born  to  be  soft  and  quiet  .  i  was  born  to  make  the  world  shatter  and  shake  at  my  fingertips  .  ❜
❛  you’re  not  a  nice  person  ,  are  you  ?  ❜
❛  when  i  punched  you  .  that  was  when  i  first  felt  something  for  you  .  ❜
❛  if  you  don’t  terrify  people  a  little  bit  then  what’s  the  point  ?  ❜
❛  i  could  tear  you  apart  if  i  wanted  .  ❜
❛  do  not  tell  me  what  i  can  and  cannot  do  .  ❜
❛  i  can  and  i  will  .  watch  me  .  ❜
❛  no  one  made  me  .  i  made  me  .  ❜
❛  take  a  breath  ,  spit  out  the  blood  in  your  mouth  ,  and  get  back  up  on  your  feet  .  you  still  got  a  couple  motherfuckers  to  prove  wrong  .  ❜
❛  here’s  what  i  know  ;  i  will  die  only  by  my  own  hand  .  ❜
❛  i’m  everything  you  can’t  control  .  ❜
❛  i  am  violent  ,  and  bitter  ,  and  ugly  inside  and  out  .  ❜
❛  i  am  being  perfectly  fucking  civil  .  ❜
❛  goddamn  right  ,  you  should  be  scared  of  me  .  ❜
❛  you  are  losing  my  interest  ,  and  that  is  very  dangerous  .  ❜
❛  if  i  can  still  breathe  ,  i’m  fine  .  ❜
❛  i  will  do  what  it  takes  to  survive  .  ❜
❛  if  karma  doesn’t  hit  you  ,  i  fucking  will  .  ❜
❛  don’t  be  sorry  .  i  trusted  you  ,  my  fault  not  yours  .  ❜
❛  i  wonder  if  life  smokes  after  it  fucks  me  .  ❜
❛  i  don’t  have  to  prove  shit  to  you  .  ❜
❛  i’m  not  tearing  down  my  walls  for  anyone  again  .  you  want  to  know  what’s  inside  ?  climb  .  ❜
❛  i  am  mine  .  before  i  am  ever  anyone  else’s  .  ❜

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@piuxfabula​ || Fuck sentence starters.
“ FUCK, you scared the shit out of me. ” -mira

                   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒. 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘. 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄. It’s four in the morning and his cruiser is barely pulling up to the curb, setting in park, turning the engine off with an exasperated sigh. Palms of hands plant themselves to mask tired features and slide in slow aggravation. If it wasn’t bad enough chasing this killer back in New York City. Somehow Patrick had become this psychotic man’s favorite audience. Just to show his appreciation to his number one fan he had slaughters his family like a morbid unrequited gift. Calloused digits run over five o’clock shadow in distress as hazel gaze meets the darkened two story home through the passenger side window. 

Some nights were far more difficult than others to walk into his home. The memories that adorned the walls of the stairwell and down the length of hallway had all been removed. Every loving memory of his family gutted from the interior of a tainted home that was now his prison less so than his own mind. He couldn’t leave. Something kept him still in a house that was made a home for a growing family, only to be carved out and hollowed to fit an empty man. Eleven years, time flies, scars heal, reopen and heal again. He’s too tired for this shit, for this aching feeling that turns his stomach and manipulates his mind into thinking that he should sleep somewhere else tonight. 

( It’s too late……or early for this shit. ) Work again at ten in the morning. No time to find another bed for the night, or is there? Engine turns again, gear shifts into drive. He’s sitting in the parked cruiser, at the curb of another house, a different house that isn’t his own. He doesn’t remember driving here. ( Is she even awake? ) Does it matter? She gave you the key. ( She won’t mind. ) She won’t mind at all. There’s an unsure back and forth foot dance on the stairs leading to the front door that plays out before he takes that long stride forward towards the entrance. 

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Door creaks, digits wrapped around keys inserted in lock hold tighter as gasp startles and Miranda’s voice fills the dark room with surprise. He may have scared the shit out of her, but her heart wasn’t the only one that picked up pace upon his entry.       Scared the shit out of you?Last word is emphasized dramatically as the key turns and slips out of the lock, door swinging shut when the chiefs silhouette disappears from the lit threshold, submerged into the darkness of her living room. “   You’re the one hanging around in your living room at four in the morning in the dark.” 

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religiousmom:

tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

If I have ever messaged you or messaged me and never heard from me again, I still consider us friends. I just suck

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