thekingofnightmares said: [it’s thespidermoriarty :D]

//I am now following that blog. Yaaaaay!//

thekingofnightmares said: [ahjkshaks you love Sherlock?!?! I have a Jim RP blog hkjhjkhjakhskahsk]

//Yes I do. And OMG really!? *screams because omg Moriarty is amazing* I want the URL!//

thekingofnightmares:

agirlandawand replied to your post “[Apologies for that reply spam! Five drafts to go, but they will have…”

//You’re back and that’s good! We shall wait for eternity for you, amazing and beautiful person!//

[ahskakj YOUUUU. YOU ARE AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL. WHAT GOOD THINGS HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE SUCH LOVELY COMPLIMENTS?!?!? <333333333333333333]

//YOU RP WITH ME

THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH//

Anonymous whispered:
SPLAT! You just got snowballed! Welcome to the snowball fight of 2013! Okay so here's how it works, just say three to five random things about yourself then go anon and snowball your five favorite blogs. If you get snowballed again you CANNOT snowball any blogs you've snowballed before, except if you're out of blogs to snowball. Have fun!

//I’ve been hit! 

ok I’ll do this OOC:

1. I’m not on here much anymore but I’ll never give Hocus up.

2. I love sour gummy worm.

3. I love Sherlock.

4. I am learning to get into Dr. Who…… as long as you keep the weeping angels away from me.//

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Bad Dreams Can’t Hurt You

thekingofnightmares:

The thick, heavy door fell shut with a click and locked with another. The brightness his eyes had showed before the door had closed off all light seemed to linger, as if one had looked at the sun for too long and had it’s light imprinted on their sight. He was not there though. He stood outside the door, for just a moment, before heading away from it to his own room.

Solitude may seem like a safe confine when the other option was a promise of fear and nightmares, but when kept in solitude, with nothing but cold, hard floor and walls and no light tell you whether your eyes were open or closed, you were promised a madness hard to endure. You were promised the tests you would put to yourself to see whether you were alive or not. You were given the questions; ‘is it night or day?’, ‘how long have I been here?’ and no way to tell.

Seventy two hours had passed and Pitch was kind enough to take in a black jug filled with water and a clear glass to drink out of. He slipped through the shadows into the room and opened his eyes to look at Heidi, the only light she had seen in three days. “I have brought you water, my mortal friend,” he spoke softly. The only sound she’d heard in three days. A normal tone would be like a shout to her.

It’s hard to sleep in pure darkness. It’s hard to sleep when you’re cold. And it’s hard to sleep when you’re a tiny teenage girl, locked in the hands of a madman.

For the first couple hours, she actually did manage to sleep on and off. Of course, her sleep was constantly interrupted by a cold floor and just the fear of being attacked in her sleep. 

When she couldn’t make herself sleep any longer, she sung to herself. Her voice varied from her favorite Vocaloid songs to songs from musicals. That only lasted about an hour though. When she finally landed on ‘Green Finch and Linnet Bird’, she broke out sobbing and crying. She was now a little bird trapped in a cage, now wasn’t she?

On the second day she’d banged on the door and demanded Pitch’s attention. She slammed herself into the walls and screamed. Her language kept switching from English to Japanese, the language her father had taught her when she was little. It was comforting, but soon her throat was raw. 

A couple times she could’ve sworn she heard her father’s voice whispering to her, Sharna the vampiress trying to tell her how to get out, the night angel, Verdux, talking her down, Malikai, her boss, trying to make her feel better… even her grandfather’s comforting tone, telling her that she could make it through this.

But being like Hocus, she demanded real attention. She knew those voices weren’t real, but around the same time Pitch came in, she was wondering if they weren’t or not. She shrieked a little as she saw the light and covered her eyes. The little light that got in the room revealed she was now bruised and banged up from her throwing herself into the walls and the door so often. 

… Water. Oh god, water.

Hocus hobbled towards him, weakened from a lack of food and drink for… how long? A day? Two days? She didn’t honestly know. But instead of grabbing the water first, she grabbed onto Pitch. Hugging him tightly, her raspy broken voice was almost muttering gibberish, but a few words could be made out. She didn’t want Pitch to do that ever again, mainly. And she was sorry for making him mad, and she just wanted to go home.

(Source: agirlandawand)

acreepyworldwelivein:

//BREAK OUT THE BOOZE

AND START PARTYING

ON SUNDAY I WILL HAVE INTERNET AT MY HOUSE!!!!!!!//

//One year ago, my OC Hocus Pocus made her first post.

I have been rping for an entire year, and it feels necessary I start talking about it. 

I got into rping because I followed rpers on my personal, just to watch. They seemed to have a lot of fun, but I had literally no fucking idea how to do it. I watched one in particular, dontgetinmyway… and I decided to approach her for help. The mun is now my best friend, Sammy, I love you to death. Through this account I have also met Sam (yes she’s different than Sammy) who is the mun for billyandhismultiples. Another person who just blows me away here is thekingofnightmares, who plays a brilliant Pitch.

The second account I made, about a month after this one I think, was yourrealityismine. The only Johnny Rancid on tumblr at the time I believe, and I haven’t seen any others. There I finally rped with my senpai, thetitansleader who is now simplicitydoubter. I also met angelicvengeance, who’s powerful character just blows me away every time. I also met a lot more people… and also found out that some rpers can be dicks, even though most of you guys aren’t. I was discriminated against because I am a girl playing a male character. (Didn’t need you anyway dickbag! :P) No, not naming names because I’m not that much of a bitch.

Third account was theonewithseethroughvision, a See-More. I’d seen a couple here before and they were koala tea, but it seems like they’ve gone away. It was around this time I met Tox, my bestie from Sweden, who rps breathofsulfur, eemph, and doyoulikemyteeth now. Back then he was just breathofsulfur though. And he’s honestly one of the kindest best people on this planet, and we both perv together. Also, I have met notinitfortheglory/bloodthirstyandnarcisstic, Shay. And birdstalker, who’s name I forget but damn, quality EVERY time. And even more people who I can’t remember.

Fourth account is freedfromhercagesheflies, an Angel account. Remember that background character in the HIVE? Yeah. That’s her. I love her, but I’m not active on here. This is where I really met ahexbyanyothername. Such a sweetie. Sorry I’m not active honey! I’m bad at these things.

Fifth account is my first out of the teen titans fandom account. Halfeatenkidneys, the creepypasta Eyeless Jack. He’s still pretty new but I like him. He’s scared of girls. I don’t know why.

And although this is technically my fourth account, acreepyworldwelivein is my sixth and final one, for now. Previously it was sulfursburn, which was a psycho demon named Warren. Now, it is a multicharactered account, where all my own creepypasta characters raise a little hell. It’s no where near as popular as some of my others buuttt I love it to death still. So many psychopaths!

Yup. I’ve come a looooongggg way. I love all you guys who’ve stuck with me, even though I’m a derp and not the best writer. I can tell I’ve improved though. Anyone who’ve I’ve put a link to you should go follow, like, NOW, because they’re incredible beautiful people. And even though my RP group which Hocus is apart of seems to be dead… I’m still here. And the biggest benefit you can EVER get out of roleplaying is the friendships you make.

Thank you.

notinitfortheglory:

agirlandawand:

Text: I was worried you’d say that…

Mumbo took a deep breath and stared at the phone again. She’d been gone too long. He looked at all her favorite haunts over the last couple days and came up with nothing. Perhaps a trip around the globe? No. She would’ve grabbed her phone. No way.

Text: Not at all. Listen. I need help. I can’t go to the cops. I had to adopt her and I can’t risk sending her into foster care. She might’ve just had a scatterbrained moment but I doubt it. Did she show you where the apartment is?

She would. He knew she brought people home when he was gone, despite her trying to hide it. It miffed him off but well, they weren’t in jail yet.

Biting her lip, the vampiress felt the grip she had on her phone tighten and she had to mentally shriek at herself to prevent herself from crushing it. She was always reluctant to get close to people, so when she did it was hard not to panic when something happened to them. Even if she knew better than to

Text: I understand that, believe me, cops aren’t exactly my favourite people in the world either. But I’ve had to find missing people before. And I’ll be damned if I can’t find a friend. Yeah she did. Would you like me head up sir?

She wasn’t a cop, but she found missing people. Mumbo decided to trust his absent minded granddaughter’s friend and he grabbed his wand. With a quick ‘Mumbo Jumbo’ he was back to a much more recognizable face. 

Text: Come right over. I can use the help.

notinitfortheglory:

agirlandawand said: Text: Three days ago. I thought she was with a friend, but I found out she left her cell behind. She knows to keep that on her. Who are you, exactly? She hasn’t talked about her friends much.

Text: Oh my… I’m sorry I have no clue where she could be but, I am far more than willing to help you find her. Right err… Name’s Sharna. Not exactly the most pleasant of circumstances to be introduced over. 

Text: I was worried you’d say that…

Mumbo took a deep breath and stared at the phone again. She’d been gone too long. He looked at all her favorite haunts over the last couple days and came up with nothing. Perhaps a trip around the globe? No. She would’ve grabbed her phone. No way.

Text: Not at all. Listen. I need help. I can’t go to the cops. I had to adopt her and I can’t risk sending her into foster care. She might’ve just had a scatterbrained moment but I doubt it. Did she show you where the apartment is?

She would. He knew she brought people home when he was gone, despite her trying to hide it. It miffed him off but well, they weren’t in jail yet.