YO, so since big fancy banners don’t get around as much as these little things, can you pleaseLIKE AND REBLOGif you wouldn’t mind rping with an Ernest Hemingway Vega of Dream Daddy?? Crossover and OC friendly, though Ernest will probably insult your muse regardless of who they are. <3
SELFISH, STUPID LUCIEN —— AND UGLY, VACUOUS ERNEST. he hated him, this feeling of HELPLESSNESS, ernest (yet again) getting the best of him —— the curve of his KNUCKLE thrusts (hard) into the socket of ernest’s eye, his teeth SPLITTING open lucien’s skin like a blade to butter. eliciting a SHARP cry of pain as he tumbles over ernest and into the floor, squeezing his (bleeding) arm close to his chest. “ —— YOU ANIMAL. „ well at least his blood contrasted NICELY against his porcelain complexion, however presently there were more URGENT affairs —— like how he was to stop the bleeding at his forearm, then kill ernest. of fucking course he was willing to rot in prison. “ you COCK - SUCKER, i’m going to tell HUGO and by the time my DAD gets to you, you’re going to be SO fucking dead! „
—– THAT WAS SURELY GOING TO LEAVE A BLACK EYE. He crumples into himself, hands desperately grasping at his own face as he TREMBLED with pain. TOO FAR, this has gone WAY TOO FAR and both of them fucking KNEW IT. Quivering, he could feel himself BARELY HOLDING BACK a sob. His face burned– this entire face burned and it was Lucien’s fault and he was going to make him pay for what he’s done if it fucking KILLED him. This bastard– this insufferable bastard got worked up just at the mere THOUGHT of Ernest bettering himself somehow. But like HELL that would be happening again, fuck no. CLEARLY, this wasn’t worth it. He jolts upright, hissing as hot tears rolled down reddened cheeks, eye socket already swelling. He’d be feeling that in the morning. ❝YEAH?! YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKING BIG, HUH?! YOU THINK THAT TELLING HUGO OR YOUR DAD WILL CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU ATTACKED ME FIRST, HUH?! YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD! I HOPE YOU DIE!! I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF, LUCIEN!❞
“ —— ..are you implying that my dad is a FAKE BITCH too? „ absence of anger, but HURT in its stead, his fingers trashing VIOLENTLY against ernest’s cranium —— and somehow, in the heat of things, he’s bitten down (hard) against lucien’s arm eliciting a cry of PAIN from the PUNK, boring holes into the back of his (ex) friend’s skull. “ YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU JUST SAID, ASSHOLE! „ the teeth at his flesh was certainly a problem, but the least of his worries. whatever chance they had at making things RIGHT, to reconcilewas ruined, lucien wouldn’t stand for ANYBODY talking trash about his dad and ernest was NO exception to that rule —— “ I HATE YOU, FUCK YOU- my dad is NOT a fake bitch, do you fucking hear me? „
Ernest hadn’t even taken into CONSIDERATION the fact that Lucien’s dad also shops at Dead, Goth, and Beyond. Usually, he’d only seen other teenagers there ( and dear God, did they always seem pretentious ) plus, the fact that Lucien was pinning him into the cushion only served to deter his ability to use and common sense he had to BEGIN with. He doesn’t let go– Ernest’s aim NOW to break flesh. He didn’t care. He didn’t CARE that Damien shopped at Dead, Goth, and Beyond, any further than the fact that his son was the biggest piece of pretentious shit and the world and he HATED HIM. Like hell he’d apologize to SELFISH, STUPID LUCIEN. He’d ignore the heat in his face, the fire in his eyes in favor of wondering why he couldn’t make the world disappear.
YO, so since big fancy banners don’t get around as much as these little things, can you pleaseLIKE AND REBLOGif you wouldn’t mind rping with an Ernest Hemingway Vega of Dream Daddy?? Crossover and OC friendly, though Ernest will probably insult your muse regardless of who they are. <3
