[ ☆ — Discord Empire Princess ] 〉「 Run away 」 〉「 Multicolored inked dreams 」 〉「 Destruction walking 」 〉「 Erased the past 」 〉「 Country bumkin' living 」 "𝘔𝘮𝘮𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥."

New Night, New Troubles

— ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴛ —— ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ — ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ —— ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ — ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴀᴍᴇ —— ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ #Decayed

Opie Winston °Son of Piney °Dad to Ellie and Kenny. °Brother for life to Jax. °MC brawn. °Not canon because alive, duh. °Open to crossovers. °Single and super fucking picky. °#MDNI +25 °Penned by #DarthRainy

𝘼 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 The city embraced me like a lost, tormented lover. New York, a beautiful, glittering beast, pulsed with a rhythm only someone like me could truly feel. The frantic, desperate heartbeat of millions. To them, I was Dr. >

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱ — ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. #ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏᴇᴅᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ #ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ #ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ

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🎂✨️ Birthday REDO ✨️🎂 Welcome to Candy Land: 📍The Sugared Wasteland

↠𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵.𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭. 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽.

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To the man who made me sharp. To the brother who sees the monster in me and still opens the door. God help me, I missed him.

Because the world’s spinning off its axis again. And he needs the part of me that can still be cruel. I swallow dry air and salt tears. Leave behind the only kind of love I ever understood. Desperate. Reckless. Temporary. I'm going home.

The warmth of their skin, the wildness in their eyes. The way they made me forget who I was. But Preston never forgets. He remembers everything. He remembers the broken version of me he sent away. And now, he’s calling me back.

I ride fast. I always do when I’m trying not to feel. The road unravels behind me like a ribbon soaked in blood. Every mile is a memory I don’t want anymore. Tobias laughing in the desert. Blaze teaching me how to shoot. Jett giving me all the reasons to stay.

I’m the thorn in his side he can’t rip out. The only thing left of softness in that fortress of a man. The bike growls when I kick it to life. Blaze doesn’t stir. Jett doesn't care. Tobias is still a ghost. And me? I’m somewhere between a fever and a prayer.

Not enough silence. I keep hearing Preston in my head. That voice, cold and crisp like a winter knife: Come home, Tasha. It’s time. He never says please. He never says he misses me. But I know he does—in his own twisted way.

He breathes like thunder in his sleep. He doesn’t know I kissed him with goodbye still on my tongue. My boots crunch on the gravel like bones. The sun is rising… bleeding peach and rust across the sky… and I haven’t slept in two days. Too many pills.

I told myself he’d come back. But I know better. Boys like Tobias don't come back. They burn out, or they get buried. Jett was asleep when I slipped out of the bed, his arm heavy across my ribs like a question I never wanted to answer.

The desert wind tastes like old sins and gasoline. I light a cigarette with hands that still shake from last night’s dreams… Big T's voice echoing, slurred and sweet, like a hymn sung backward. He’s gone. Disappeared into sand and static. I told myself I’d wait.

On broken wings... we fly into fire!

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