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well well.. ain’t dead yet 👀

#just wait #just wait...#swats at cobwebs #one day i'll be back

buckykingofmemes

‘are you decent?’ not morally, but im wearing pants, if thats what youre asking

#( ―:transcript. )#||: 'but i'm wearing pants' ye just wait until summer rolls around and with ANY luck

95z

someone pay attention to him

#( ―:vis. )#( ―:replica. )#||: for startled few seconds i legit thought he actually stuck that hand inside his pants #||: deni in jail : an example

#( ―ooc. )#this the season #to catch them all

[ cont. | @kimhyolyn-ia ]

[Text] … Am I going to have to start screening the people you go home with? [Text] Was the sex worth it? [Text] Dick better have been bomb if you let yourself go through that speech. [Text] You should know to bring spare pants! [Text].. Or were the pants for something else? [Text] Is this some weird fetish I don’t know about?

#( ―txt. )#( &―hyolyn )#nsfw #||: .........................................................#||: i refuse to have this without readmore i did not raise you to be like this #||: i mean I DID but you don't gotta

wixara-ia:

Taking offense was probably the last thing she could have done, but she hated the lackadaisical way people used that term. It was a word she in fact loathed. But she decided to take pity on him because he didn’t know her that well or how much she despised that word among many others. He probably didn’t even mean it seriously. Ara had to remove the daggers from her eyes before she could look at him again with a mock-up smile. “You’re right.” She wasn’t sure what else to tell him because she didn’t have the will to argue.

Turning from him she moved away while continuing to dab at the stain in hopes she could coax more of the liquid from the white blouse. “Hm… I have some ivory soap in my room… Maybe that would help.” The brunette mumbled to herself before quickly turning back to the stranger. “Do you know where the laundry room is?”

The way her expression darkened pulled out a mild, interested grin out of the male but without evident reason as he backtracked to figure out why the sudden hostility -- he could feel it rolling off her shoulders right in the tip of fingers same as he imagined to feel it if he’d been touching her, but the moment was gone in next breath. Wasn’t he so used to these instances of people being sensitive little kids Denìtr might have wrote it off as a trick of own senses. Someone else in the room. There was no one else. The response she chose to give was anticlimactic at best then. “Of course I am.” Matter of fact, sweet smile flashed as he lifted hand to tap index finger against temple, deciding not to push for more of a reaction. One day, maybe, if he bothered with her longer than a week. Not much to gain from the looks of it.

Dismissive hum sounded in answer to the girl’s spoken dilemma, he’s already over it, but Denìtr walked after her as reason he’d poked his head into the common room was solely because he’d sensed a presence in the second floor, a delightful rarity. And new people within Insolitus were always legitimate source of entertainment.

“They didn’t show you around?” Raise of brow was not one of surprise rather displeased guess, he hadn’t been given a tour by any staff certainly. Did they even have a dorm head? Maybe he should apply for the position... At least he wasn’t fucking blind nor allowed himself to so much as to sleep either before every corner of the academy and its facilities had been thoroughly mapped out. Lips pulled into a coy, wide smile as the male slid an arm around her shoulders and leaned closer, tone taking on a needlessly cheerful quality, “You’re in luck cutie, my schedule is free currently and coincidentally got some laundry to do myself. How about we meet here in.. five minutes. And I can give you a tour. Yea. Perfect.” Not a suggestion despite how he had phrased words, voice bordering on amiable more than forceful. He was already straightening up, hand brushing against the girl’s lower back as he withdrew and began heading towards the stairs. Might as well get it over with, if there’s someone to keep him company and poke fun at.

#( ―mts. )#( ―m*018 )#( &―ara )#||: oops i ramble #||: dorm head-- that is the worst idea ever. lets not pursue that

my-teen-quote

#( ―:picking stitches. )

hobies

jimin x deeper & better

#( ―:vis. )#( ―:replica. )#||: 'deeper & better' 'knew you want this' actual phrases bighit used #||: what the literal shit. is wrong with this company

#( ―ooc. )#zoeia #kimhyolynia #miinoia #sips tea while side-eyeing all of you

[ cont. | @ra-ia ]

"You are already dead, don't be a dramaqueen too"

“Funny, I don’t feel dead. And don’t tell me what to do.” His lips stretched into a sharp grin that resembled more a snarl, glancing away to direct a glare at the horizon to reel back the rush of smothering urge to knee this asshole into tripping down below and landing face first, hands balled into fists inside pockets of the warm coat. He felt frozen dead. Dead. Fuck off. He wondered sometimes if the other said these damned things on purpose, riling him up, trying for a reaction cause he knew Denìtr was going to grant one simply because of.. whatever the fuck association you wanted to call it they had.

He wasn’t sure why he kept coming back, staying, allowing this. Guilt. Can’t win, but there aren’t losers sobbing over spilled milk either -- Ra was crying something nasty alright -- only this distorted space and fragments of memories between he didn’t know how to handle beside circling the carcass laid before them, in plain sight, pretending the smell didn’t affect him. Apologize.

Maybe he’s honestly this starved for any pain.

“You can hop bodies or whatever, just locate a mosquito down there and suck my blood like you do all the joy out of me.” Words come out deceivingly casual, almost deadpan whilst a smile forced its way on lips, something sinister. Denìtr wanted to drown, just a little, just for a while.

#( ―mts. )#( ―m*019 )#( &―ra )#raia #||: idk when ra figured that out but ok. i'm rolling with it #||: which means he's even more on edge lmao #||: he IS so dramatic god

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

[ text ⇒ 1P girl ]❚ Try again. you suck at guessing❚ Where would I find a damn toaster first of all. and bacon?? who even eats that greasy filth

#( ―m. )#( &―ara )#wixaraia #||: literally the last person who'd be involved with anything food related : D #||: thanks for sending~

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

[ text ⇒ ??? ]❚ Can’t confirm. I got jackshit in my log and less to go from memory of last night❚ Send me that and I’ll tell you❚ ..Or deny. on scale of 1 to interested how was it?

#( ―m. )#( &―samuel )#samuelia #||: hiya ouo

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

[ text ⇒ zoerella ]❚ That happens when you pick random losers who don’t know what they doin❚ Is this you asking me to help you with that? ;)❚ Just tell me you didn’t lose any fingers

#( ―m. )#( &―zoe )#zoeia #||: i'm. going haha

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

[ text ⇒ ??? ]❚ New phone who dis❚ Ok. what did they ask? cause if it wasn’t about buying me a drink then I don’t see what’s the problem

#( ―m. )#( &―ronan )#ronania #||: hiii ouo

"How about you go and try to fuck an exorcist--"

[ meme ; bad advice ]

“How about I come and stab you with a rusty fork.” He might have actually gagged a little at the mere thought, even to breathe same air as those trash of earth had his skin crawling.

#( ―m. )#( ―greyface. )#||: lines. my dude. lines not to be crossed #||: but thanks for sending! ovo

"Eye contact is overrated."

[ meme ; bad advice ]

“I love that you get me.”

#( ―m. )#( &―hyolyn )#||: righto. brb i'm deleting I HAD TO DO U SEE THIS LIL SHIT #kimhyolynia

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[ meme ; texts from last night ]

[ text ⇒ Puss in heels ]❚ Thought you got that down already❚ idk order a ‘dirty redheaded slut’ next time you in a bar and tell me how it goes ;)

#( ―m. )#( &―hyolyn )#kimhyolynia #||: before anyone asks. yes it's an actual drink

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