Posts by elara

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]yeah, that's fine! i'll just change my faceclaim from anime to realistic then. uvu bc it'll drive me nuts if i don't.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]go ahead bby go ahead
i don't mind at all uvu

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase][thumbs up emoji] take all the time you need, hon ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]omg he's so cute and you used natsu as your fc i can tell we're gonna be friends
oookay!! so like, i don't mind starting, but is there anywhere you'd specifically like to start in the plot? like before they rly meet or when they're kinda sorta friendly w/ each other or even when they're dating bc tbh idc and i also can't make decisions for the life of me

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]that's a-okay with me bc honestly i'm a sucker for character development and building up relationships,, like slow burns are noice

ye that works!! bc langley would
like he might act like a hardcore and nonchalant cool kid
but in reality he actually cares a lot lmao
so like just,, gimme a sec and i'll have a post up!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]It had been a slow day. Actually, everyday he had to spend locked up (technically speaking) in a classroom was a slow day. It just.. bored him, and he knew that wasn't an uncommon opinion to have when it came to school, but it wasn't because he hated class, it was more along the lines of him hating everyone around him. Not that he had much reason to. No one really messed with him, never had, and for good reason too. Long story short, Langley.. well, it probably wasn't the best idea to try and push him around unless you wanted to get fucked up.

The final bell had rang probably less than a minute ago, and like ninety-nine point nine percent of the student body he was making a dash for the door. Slinging his bag over the shoulder, he easily shoved his way through the sea of people (being over six feet tall had its perks) and made his way over his locker, spinning the combination in before throwing the metal door open and shoving his belongings inside. He had homework, but of course he had no plans to bother with it until its due date. However, as surprising as it was, Langley actually had decent grades and pulled himself along as a solid B student. If he'd tried harder, he probably could've had straight A's, but there was no way he was going to put that kind of effort into class, especially when he was already in his last year of high school.

After shutting his locker, the tall boy swivelled around on his heels and started down the corridor of quickly dispersing students. His gait was leisure, and it was obvious he wasn't in any kind of hurry, even if he did have places to be. It was Friday after all, which meant he'd probably spend the night party-hopping or getting lit and fucking around. Probably both.

To put it plainly, Langley wasn't.. the best of kids. The dark-haired teen had a habit of picking fights and breaking boundaries, of spending his weekends doing who knows what and then using the rest of the week to recover. Combine that with the fact that he was a concoction of anger issues, pills, and self-pity, and you had the reason as to why he had such a bad rep. Still, people seemed to gravitate towards him, and he wasn't sure why. Langley knew he wasn't the greatest person, and he definitely wasn't a good influence on anyone. He used people in an attempt to make himself feel better, and if that wasn't fucked up he wasn't sure what was.

Whatever, at least he was able to admit that he wasn't a good guy. That was more than some could say.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]With the feeling of his bag digging into the dip of his neck and shoulder, Langley sighed, his whiskey-coloured eyes scanning the perimeter as he tried to plan out how his night would unfold. At least he was prepared when he made bad decisions. He also always had a plan B. After all, it was never fun to be caught at a party when the cops busted it. To be honest though he'd probably just wind up staying at someone's house and crashing. Home wasn't exactly a fun place to be. Ever.

Parents weren't something Langley had ever had the luxury of having. His mom had died when he was only three in a car accident, and after that his dad had bailed, ditching him at his aunt's. Given, she'd done her best to raise him, but things hadn't exactly worked out, and by the time he was twelve he'd been shipped off again to live with his older brother. Honestly, he would've rather been tossed around from foster home to foster home rather than live with his brother. It was a strong statement, but one Langley wouldn't have taken back. Atlas was a prick in every sense of the word, and there was nothing 'brotherly' about their relationship. His brother hated him, saw him as a nuisance, and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him; in fact, Langley wasn't even sure why he let him stick around. Probably because there would've been some guilt in doing so, but after he graduated Langley knew for a fact he wasn't exactly going to be welcomed to stick around anymore. After he was out of school, Atlas had made it very clear that he was to hit the road the day after his graduation.

His family life wasn't something he talked a lot about though. He wasn't the only one out there with a sob story, and besides that he didn't need sympathy from anyone, not a single soul.

Stepping outside, the teen shuddered and pulled his jacket closer to his body, unaccustomed to the chilling cold that he was met with. There were plenty of reasons to hate winter, and being the pessimistic he was Langley just kept uncovering more; however, the fucking cold was definitely at the top of his list. Still, he scuffled along, already digging around the inside of his pocket for his car keys (he couldn't walk and there was no way he was waking up at the ass crack of dawn to catch the bus so after a few months of saving he'd managed to rake up enough money to buy a pretty reliable but not so aesthetically pleasing car) although of course, something just had to get in his way.

There were four of them, probably a good five yards away he noted as he rounded the corner, and it was obvious to Langley that something was going down, especially considering it wasn't hard for him to hear the threatening words or see the punches being thrown. Now, in spite of his "I really don't care" facade, Langley wasn't a total asshole, and even if getting into fights was his favourite hobby, he didn't condone beating the shit out of others for no reason. Bullying wasn't his forte, and if he could stop it he would. Lowkey of course, but he still put up a pretty valiant effort.

The scene playing out in front of him definitely wasn't a fair one or a deserved one, Langley could tell that right off the bat. Three against one was a pretty shitty ratio, and even if he were to walk away then and there, the guilt of doing so would've made him turn back, so that was how he convinced himself to approach the group. It wasn't exactly a smart idea, but Langley had intimidation on his side, and he planned to use that to his advantage. If he did happen to start something though, he doubted he'd win. He was experienced and had the endurance to throw hits for hours, but he was only one person, and even he knew it would've been impossible to take on three guys at once. Still, he kept moving.

"Hey!" he growled out, making sure he was more than loud enough to hear as he stopped a good ten feet or so away from the four. "Three against one's kinda unfair, don't you think? Why not just piss off and go fuck with someone your own size?" His voice was low, a threatening thrum that was so poisonous he was surprised he was spitting venom.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]idk i'm just rly into prompts right now, and i like need roleplay right now since my unread replies is a desolate wasteland. tbh i don't have many requirements, but if you were semi-advanced and at least kinda active, that'd be great. also i tend to do bxb and use anime faceclaims, but those are more preferences than actual requirements,, anyways!! if you're interested in any of the prompts below, hmu and i'll be glad to make us a thread. (/v\)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]As the trio stalked off, Langley sighed in slight relief before redirecting his gaze to the boy they'd thrown down. Shit, what was his name? Micah, right? Hell, Langley didn't know. He just knee that the kid was so damn chirpy that it shouldn't have been humanly possible. And loaded, he knew that much too. Just some sheltered rich kid, no big deal. Not that he envied him or anything, the older male was perfectly content with his life of partying and one night stands. More content than you would have thought anyway.

Stepping closer, the obviously taller boy watched as Micah struggled to get back up on shaky legs, and he contemplated helping him for a moment before deciding that no, he was fine. Instead he just kept his distance and unconcerned stare. "Yeah, it's Langley," he said plainly, blatantly ignoring the other's thanks. He was only doing what any civilized person should have. Besides he was still trying to wrap his head around how someone could've actually had it in them to hurt the younger boy. Given, Langley didn't care much for the optimism that practically radiated off of him, but he was pretty sure he couldn't actually hurt him. Then again, his violent tendencies were never aimed at people who didn't have it coming. "And you're.. Micah?" He was pretty sure anyway.

When the other said he was scared of him- like actually scared of him- Langley almost laughed because he was a bit surprised at how blunt he was about it. He figured there were quite a few people who shared that opinion, but no one had actually ever told him that. Brave kid. "I'm sure you're not the only one," he shrugged because it didn't really bother him. He did kind of have that impression after all, that was just who he was. Besides he would've rather been feared than seen as weak. Langley craved power and control, and having people walk all over him was not an option. He'd come a long way, and he wasn't about to let that all go to waste.

"You're.. okay, right? I mean, you look like you took some pretty hard hits," he explained, giving Micah a once over before letting his amber eyes fall back to his face. If he was able to get up so quickly then Langley guessed he was fine, but still, he just seemed so delicate, like it wouldn't have taken much to break him at all, and he was sure the douchebags who'd had a hold of him earlier were anything but careful. Why would they have been anyway? Their intentions obviously hadn't been the best, and it wasn't like he cared or anything, he'd just.. he'd already wasted his time on helping the other, might as well see it through, y'know? It'd be kind of pointless to leave now.

Cracking his knuckes out of habit, he then stuffed his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie to mess with his keys, finding the faint clinking sound to be more soothing than annoying. "Do you need a ride home or..?" he offered, and that was arguably one of the nicest propositions Langley had ever uttered. Maybe it was just because he felt sorry for the other, although he really wasn't sure why. He doubted he had a hard life. Actually, he was pretty damn sure he didn't. After all, it must've been pretty nice growing up in the lap of luxury, but of course that was a lifestyle Langley knew nothing about, and he probably never would.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]long story short, i'd rly like to do something revolving around werewolves right now, and i'm leaning more towards something along the lines of a werewolf/werewolf hunter kinda thing. tbh i'm into bxb more than anything, but i'd probably settle for gxb. either way, i'm just rly feeling werewolves, and i need someone to plot with me. pls i'm a desperate trashcan

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]Langley merely shrugged because honestly, he didn't mind giving the other a ride. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway. Well, getting stoned was probably better, but it was a bit early to get started on that. "It's cool, don't worry about it," he muttered, his broad shoulders cutting air again as he shrugged for a second time. Running a hand through his messy hair (it was always messy, always) he then nodded, "If you say so." The kid was pretty resilient, Langley would give him that. He'd been hit pretty hard, he knew it, and yet it'd only taken him seconds to bounce right back like nothing had happened. It was borderline impressive really.

Digging his keys out of his pocket, he then slipped past the other, hoping he'd get the idea to follow without Langley having to tell him. It was beginning to snow now, and hey, lookie there, another reason to hate winter because snow was an absolute bitch and made driving even more of a pain than it already was, but he'd already offered to give Micah a ride, and that was what he was going to do. Then he could go off and crash at somebody's place. Probably Catalina's. She was cool and was always willing to give up some cash when he asked for it, bht that was the power of having still attached exes/fuckbuddies he guessed. Then again, as long as it wasn't home, then he didn't care where he went.

Atlas was a pretty pisspoor brother to put it simply, and Langley still didn't know why he'd even agreed to take him in because it had been made obvious to him on several occasions that the older man wanted nothing to do with him. In fact, the only thing he'd ever really done for Langley was keep a roof over his head. Everything else he'd had to fight for since the young age of twelve, and really he'd more or less raised himself. Given, his morals weren't the best, but Langley liked to think for having such a fucked up sob story, he'd done a pretty decent job. It wasn't like he did anything terribly illegal, and his grades were good so.. at least he cared enough to not do anything that would get him locked away for the rest of his life.

Still, he blamed Atlas for everything, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. They fought constantly whenever Langley bothered to go home, both verbally and physically. Like, he couldn't even count the number of times he'd gotten into an actual fistfight with Atlas, and he didn't always walk away with minor bruises and scrapes. He had actual scars from his brother, and while he had plenty to show, marking up his torso and arms and legs, the ones he'd earned from his fights with Atlas were somehow different. He could identify them on the spot, and they always hurt to look at, to touch, so Langley didn't think he was exaggerating when he said that he truly did hate his brother with every fiber of his being.

A thin layer of snow had blanketed the ground now, and he tried to ignore the growing agitation in the back of his mind as he stepped up to his car after a lengthy walk to the parking lot. It wasn't exactly the prettiest thing, but it was in good condition and extremely clean, like it had been washed only days before. Which it had. After all, his car was one of the only valuable possessions he owned, and he'd worked his ass off to get it, so of course he made sure to take care of it. The rundown thing was practically his child. "Get in," he said blandly, motioning to the passenger side and sparing Micah a glance before sliding into the driver's seat. Just like the outside of the vehicle, the inside was immaculate if you could overlook the smell of weed and cheap air freshener that practically wafted off of it. Leaning back in his seat, the dark haired male sighed before tossing his bag into the back and jamming his keys into the ignition, having to try and start to car a few times before the engine actually came to life.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]yooo, i'd love to do a bxb gang to w/ you if you're up for it??

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]i kinda have an idea?? but it's p go with the flow tbh and not rly all that detailed,,
[spoiler]so muse a is in a pretty infamous and volatile gang, and even though muse b is too precious for this world, they still hang out with them bc that's what friends do (read: they're rly hella gay for each other, and like everyone knows and is probably taking bets on how long it'll take them to actually hook up.) anyways, everything is all peachy until muse a's gang activity gets muse b hurt, and then they're all like "nope" so they try to cut offf all ties with muse b to keep them safe it doesn't rly work bc muse b is persistent af and all "wtf dude it was just a flesh wound" and yeeeeah that's all i have so far so i guess we could just work out when we get that far owo;

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]Turning the heater on full blast, he signed, completely unaccustomed to the cold. He'd been living in the same city for six whole years, and even now he still wasn't all that fond of the harsh winters and continuous snow. If anything it just annoyed him since he'd grown up in a small town where the temperature never dropped below fifty, but here he was basically destined to freeze his ass for at least a good half of the year. It wasn't even all that hot in summer, barely ever reaching the eighty mark. Again, totally annoying when your preference greatly leaned towards hot, dry weather.

Leaning over to reach the glove box, he then popped it open to reveal a small white box, one that he instantly grabbed for: cigarettes. Now really, he wasn't a huge fan of smoking, but he liked the smell, and it was a nice stress relief even if honestly did find it kind of gross. So with that said, he very rarely ever smoked, but considering how his heart was still pounding from the idea of a fight earlier, he needed something to ease his nerves. Placing one of the cancer sticks between his teeth, he then put the small pack back in the glove box and closed it. He was already looking for a lighter when he realized that oh, maybe he shouldn't have been smoking with someone else in the car.

Not that Langley particularly cared, but for all he knew the other might have had asthma or something, and he really didn't feel like making a surprise trip to the emergency room. Plus not everyone appreciated smelling like smoke. Seriously, he was already going to smell like weed from being in his car (which honestly wasn't the bad in Langley's humble opinion) so adding on to that might not have been the best thing. Besides secondhand smoke was just as bad, and while he didn't exactly care about ruining his own lungs, he wasn't going to intentionally hurt someone else.

So he brought his hands back to tbe steering wheel instead and left the cigarette perched between his lips, precariously speeding out of the parking lot without so much as a second glance. "Got it," he said, lifting one of his hands to give a small two-finger salute. That wasn't.. a horribly long drive. Fifteen minutes at the most, about the same amount of time it would've taken him to get to Catalina's except for the fact that it was one the opposite side of the town. Given, their city wasn't terribly big, but it was definitely wasn't small either, and if the traffic was bad then that'd set them back a good ten minutes or so, but considering he didn't have anywhere to be, Langley wasn't in the biggest of hurries.

"You seriously don't have to thank me," he finally said, deciding to acknowledge to the other's thanks now rather than let it continue. Quite frankly, Langley just didn't see exceptionally good in what he was doing. Okay, yeah, so he'd kept the other from potentially get the shit beat out of him, big deal. Anyone could have and should have done that, and as for the whole giving him a ride thing, it was only because he felt compelled to, like it would've been totally shitty of him to just leave Micah there afterwards because he'd honestly been expecting the other to act a bit more hurt. That apparently wasn't the case though since the smaller boy seemed fine now, but.. still, he probably didn't feel great, and it was snowing, and yeah, Langley would have felt like a pretty terrible person if he'd just left him there.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 405px; text-transform: lowercase]Keeping his amber eyes on the road, he kept one hand one on the wheel while using the other to tamper with the radio, trying to find a station that wasn't total static although he kept the volume low regardless. All he really needed was a little background noise because honestly, complete and total silence was something that scared him to no end. He wasn't exactly sure why, but something about it just.. really messed him up, and he didn't handle being quiet for too long. Otherwise, he probably would've flipped shit. Not that he didn't do that enough.

In spite of his careless nature, Langley could have easily been described as a ticking time bomb. Even if he did come off as stoic and apathetic, the truth was it didn't take much to work him up, and he definitely didn't mind breaking someone's face if they said the wrong word to him. It was a bad habit to have, he knew that, but considering he found ninety-nine percent of population to be nothing short of utterly frustrating, it was hard not to think that way. He was a stick of TNT lit from both end, just waiting for the right moment to explode. For the most part though he simply didn't care about anything, and that included the opinions of others.

Langley honestly did not give two shits about what his classmates thought about him or really what anyone thought for that matter. Long story short, if he didn't care about you then he definitely didn't care about what your (wrong) opinions either. On the other hand though, once he got attached to someone, their thoughts were his utmost concern. Langley lived to please and would have arguably done anything in his power for someone that he actually cared about, but.. there weren't many of those. After years of abandonment and being shown nothing but hate, Langley had developed some pretty horrible trust issues. Opening up was hard for him, and that was why he came off as so reserved. He didn't want to waste his time on people who weren't going to stick around, and that was how it had for a couple of years now.

It was hard for him to become attached to others and actually feel for them, and for that reason he tended to stray away from romantic endeavors. Had he dated people in the past? Well, yeah, obviously. He probably had more exes than he had fingers and toes, but he could say with ease that he had never really been "in love" per se. Again, it was hard for him to connect with others, and that was why he tended to stick to flings rather than committed relationships. It was easier that way. Plus it was never really hard to find someone to fuck around with. Langley knew that he was attractive (he was tall, fit, and had a nice face, what else could you have wanted) and his sexuality didn't exactly limit him. He swung whichever way had the cuter ass, and honestly he didn't exactly keep that hidden because as previously mentioned, he did not care.

He could only assume that by the way Micah was giggling- like legit giggling and it was actually kind of borderline cute- and smiling that the other didn't particularly care about his precarious driving habits, so he didn't think twice about cutting the wheel hard and turning out on the highway in an attempt to get the other home ASAP. It wasn't like Langley knew his schedule, but he did know that the younger male was sheltered as fuck, and he figured his parents or guardians or whatever wouldn't have been too happy with him coming home late, so he was honestly trying to be a good guy here and get him home. "Yeah, but.. you don't have to." Which basically meant to stop, but Langley was attempting to be nice for once, or at least somewhat. "Infamous?" he repeated, the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "I don't know if that's how I'd word it, but whatever you say."