“𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧,...” —— theodore briggs. fandomless oc. literate/descriptive. storylines as well as banter. open mentions and messages. ↺ + ♡? “...𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧.”

A boy and his feline.

Sounds like someone needs a pick-me-up.

He couldn’t help but to give the other a grin before finally answering her question. “Theo..” He held out his hand.

“N’ you are—? Should I guess?” He rose a brow has he took his hand back from her’s, using it to reach into his coat pocket, presumably for a cigarette.

He actually really enjoyed that name. Artemis. “Lovely.” He thought about offering one, but he.. now tends to assume other’s don’t smoke until he knows for sure. It’s gotten him into trouble.

—— “𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮.”

He idolizes Alex DeLarge a bit too much.

He likes a bit of Peter Steele, fuck off.

Should have stayed away another night.

Ruffle, ruffle.

I wonder how Damon’s illegitimate children in Iceland are doing

i really can’t do this anymore

//revival?

the press bullied his mullet off of him i’m so mad

Is this the real life? Could I have your thoughts on that?

// i’m back!

It’s been quiet around the house. Maybe even a bit too quiet. He can feel his heart lightly flutter in his chest each time he starts thinking a bit too much.

//where tf is everyone

// hot