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joseph kavinsky ([personal profile] pillz) wrote2015-09-05 08:31 pm

infosheet / open rp post





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joseph kavinsky
fancast: ash stymest
  • He was unmistakable: the sort of raven boy who was clearly an import from elsewhere. Everything about his facial structure — the long nose; the hollowed-out, heavy-lidded eyes; the dark arch of his eyebrows — was completely unlike the valley faces she’d grown up with. Like many of the other raven boys, he sported massive sunglasses, spiked hair, a small earring, a chain around his neck, and a white tank top.
  • He was always moving. There was something erratic and vulgar about the full line of his lips, like he’d swallow her if he got close enough.
  • Kavinsky himself stood near it, bottle in hand, shirtless, the floodlights erasing the ribs from his concave torso. [...] Pressing one hand to his concave chest, he fetched his white sunglasses from his back pocket with the other. He put them on, hiding his eyes. The lenses mirrored the furnace around them.
series: maggie stiefvater's the raven cycle
shipping:
  • m/m preferred, but i wouldn't mind finding my kitty kowalski
  • 15-25 yo preferred, character will be aged up to 18 for 18+ partners
  • no non-con, we can talk about everything else
warnings: spoilers, language, violence, misogyny. per the canon, the character generally also carries warnings for substance abuse, child abuse, and a variety of felonious behaviors (including b&e, kidnapping, unsolicited groping, assault) but i will warn beforehand
repressings: <user name="goldsteins">, DNT (59)

[personal profile] repressings 2018-06-10 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Credence is about to apologize-- really, he is, he opens his mouth to do just that before his head snaps over to the seatbelt with such swiftness once the word 'die' bubbles up from the other's mouth.

He can feel it, though, and he can see why the other races so much. The car comes to life, and not just the music, but Credence feels like the whole world suddenly does, his ribcage rattling like his heart may just tumble out from the sheer noise alone.

His pulse is racing. It's the same feeling he gets when he looks at Kavinsky through the windows, the same nervous energy he gets when he's not sure what tomorrow will bring. It's thrilling. Thrilling, and terrifying, and once he clips that seatbelt on he doesn't realize he's trying not to smile. ]


I hope you win!

[ He has to shout it through the music, and he's not even sure he's been this loud his entire life. This is Kavinsky's world, though, isn't it? Boys and girls and sweetheart just thrown around casually like that. ]
Edited 2018-06-10 18:11 (UTC)
repressings: <user name="goldsteins">, DNT (58)

[personal profile] repressings 2019-04-03 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The world.

[ He says it without meaning to, the words tumbling from his lips in a delightful tizzy. The engine is practically rocking him, soothing in a way that's almost dangerous, and Credence isn't sure how it's possible to be so exhilarated and terrified and soothed at the exact same time.

His Friend, the one beneath the surface, the one that whispers to him--it's gone.It's gone, replaced by adrenaline and fear and euphoria, and they haven't even properly started. He can't even wipe that smile off of his face, sitting on the edge of the seat in anticipation. ]