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Harrison Cormier | 19 | Wolf
I'll be your alpha if you'll be my pack.
Independent RP, Teen Wolf AU, NSFW posted as NC-17, Multiverse, Multifandom
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Three days off was nice.
so the short hiatus is over! But I did make a new blog to satisfy my wants for multiple muses and different types of characters, if anyone wants to ask me about it I'll send the link. More importantly, if there's interest in rping with Harrison let me know so I'll actually make starters/whatever you want or need me to do. [I have a horrible memory so if there are threads or tagged starters I didn't reply to I definitely need to know]
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I'm really tired of my former friend's behavior.
I'm not sure if I want to continue to rp right now. If anyone is curious, it's under the cut but I want to keep this short because I'm only close with a few followers. This isn't because of anyone I rp with at all, but people I used to with on an old blog.
I don't know how long this will last, maybe even just a week. Or less, how ever long it takes to stop stressing.
Like I said this isn't even from roleplaying at all, I kept getting messages from people who used to be my friends, who said I made this blog so I wouldn't have to see them or have them talk to me anymore, which now I consider true. Just yesterday I got about four messages, and a week ago(?) I got two very long and very hateful messages from a girl who didn't even bother to tell me her name, just that she was a friend of my former one. I'm almost positive I'll even get some sort of backlash from them because of this post, but I cannot keep delaying this hiatus or else I'll just lose it.
I feel like I keep having to move just to have these people stop, ignoring won't help because they just get their friends to do it and use their personals. If you want to keep rping with me I guess you could tell me and I'll message you if I come back, from yet another new account. I do love y'all even if we don't rp, and please believe me when I say you're not the problem here. Bye guys.
<3 Mason
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Name: Charlieee
Ringtone: Come Undone by Duran Duran
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not gonna recover from this
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Reblog if you want a picture of Dylan O’Brien in your submit box. [make sure it’s open]
[gunna let this go for 8 mins cause it’s Dylan and I have other stuffs to do ending: 11:40pm CST ]
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Reblog for a picture of Daniel Sharman in you submit box. Make sure it’s OPEN.
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Layered Chocolate Chip Cookie Brownies
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Okay this isn't that important but GIFs are taking longer than scientifically possible to upload, so for any interaction I am doing/will do might not have GIFs on some responses
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About Last Night...
Walking back from Charlie’s secret place was a regular occasion for Harrison and his new friend, their discussions carrying on as they made their way from the fire escape to the streets below. Their journey would end as their homes neared, except for one Thursday in particular. Having never been to the girl’s house, Harrison was excited, surprised even that he was invited. He knew they were more comfortable with each other, but he couldn’t help but wonder what he did to right his wrong. His eyes roamed over each building, not feeling the need to ask if they were there yet, rather waiting until she said so. “How long have you lived here?” He asked as the pace slowed down, getting the idea that they were close. Whether or not he was right, his questions continued to bounce around in his head, her house being far more interesting than the hotel he was staying at.
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now would be a good time, I could make a starter if you'd like, and if we just come up with a little background info? I think Harrison will provide enough of getting sick for the both of them (and being downright moronic), since the only headcanon I really had was that he can't hold it well either.
I would like to do this now or in the near future my good writer. Charlie can be drunk off of wine coolers because she can’t hold her liquor very well. She won’t throw up but she will be an idiot.
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diaryofalonelyfreshman said: omg this was perfection. you’re perfection. I need drunk!charlie and drunk!harrison soon.
Yes please that would be so much fun to write
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'☠ϟ◊♦,'
Okay here are the drabbles for shey
[☮✍✵ will be posted later don't get mad at me]
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
"Did you know her?"
She had saved his life. And while that didn't spark an interest in getting to know each other, it did provide them someone to have their backs. Even if they didn't particularly enjoy doing so.
"We've talked a few times, we were...fighting actually, when it happened. I saw it coming for her, and I was getting ready to scare it off when she was bitten."
Hours ago they were waiting outside a movie theater for tickets, an idea recommended by a mutual friend who had enough of their fights. They always had back-and-forth conversations, stepping on each others toes as they continued to spit out insults and snide comments about each other. The usual routine of Reagan commenting on Harrison's brain activity provided a distraction from the wolf approaching them, the boy catching its scent too late.
He was told that she died from utter shock, not the bite. He knew it was because of him, he did this to her. If he had stayed in the form she was used to, maybe then driving to the hospital wouldn't have been pointless.
Harrison owed her ever since the night they met. He failed to save her like she did him, and failed to apologize before being shuffled out of the hospital room, passing by her parents on the way out.
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
He would literally prefer drowning and/or being electrocuted outside as opposed to having to be in a candlelit room with Reagan. He'd been close to turning the door handle a few times, checking over his shoulder to see a disapproving head shake its curls. He had to admit, she was the slightest bit intimidating.
The house hid the storm well behind its thick curtains and window panes, yet the loud booms made the two jump every now and then on the couch, sending the young adults into each other's arms at the loudest thundering sound.
"This never happened."
"Shut up, Reagan. You think I'm enjoying this?"
Having someone to hold onto oddly did comfort Harrison, and while he saw a look of disgust as she burrowed her head into the crook of his neck, he thought she was comforted too.
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
Why him? Why had Reagan come all the way to Harrison’s with her watery eyes and blubbering speech? It was really like the girl was choking on her own words. He had never seen her cry before, the most emotions he’d experience with her were confusion and spite, on the good days.
“Uh, don’t- don’t cry. Or do. Let it all out.”
He awkwardly patted her head, having a small amount of arm maneuverability after she latched onto him in a bear-like grip. She didn’t want to talk, and though Harrison knew he was someone to lean on- even if the person hated him like she did, he didn’t feel like listening. Harrison believed Reagan had long ago pulled the last straw after a remark about his alternate form, and after they both realized neither one would make any effort to speak, the two opted for sitting on the kitchen’s counter, sharing half-hearted smiles every time he dried Reagan’s moist cheeks.
He wouldn’t know until a month later that she wasn’t accepted into Yale.
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what’s my muse’s reaction?
“You’ve gotta be kidding.”
She wasn’t, the smile-turned-frown on her lips told him that. He was bewildered, even with the progress in their relationship moving along, they still hated most everything about one another. They weren’t best friends, or friends, if anything they were acquaintances who had a knack for threatening each quite often.
The ever-growing amount of curious onlookers made him anxious and a little angry, like the people were disappointed he was going to say no to a pretty girl’s proposal. It was none of their business, and the mad huffs of air coming from his mouth showed this. He should have known something was up when Reagan offered to take him out, they never spent time together on purpose.
“Can you get off your knee, please? C’mon, I asked nicely.”
He stared into his hands when she was in the chair in front of him again, trying to ignore the girl that was fuming even more so than he was. Harrison couldn’t spit out another sentence, let alone a single word before her bowl of spaghetti smacked him in the nose. For a high-schooler she had a hell of an aim, and no remorse for when the tomato sauce was not the only red substance dripping from his nose.
He deserved her stopping out and being told to never speak to her again, but not having to be looked at by a doctor, or listening to the cheering of fellow patrons. She’d understand this once she returned home to a floor covered in spaghetti.
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