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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 — a dependent mumu roleplay blog associated with 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚑𝚚. penned & adored by 𝙂𝙄𝘼 ( 27, aest, she/her. )

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ( m. yeoh ) ╱ intro. visuals. musings.

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ( r. pike ) ╱ intro. visuals. musings.

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ( j. kim ) ╱ intro. visuals. musings.

#📌 pinned.#links will be added asap !!

ladiesofcinema

via @davidebarbieri_

#𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 ╱ portraits.#long post

ataulis

𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻. : anyone !

location : old fellows bookstore.

if seven is honest, he finds it a little bit fucking inconvenient that fallkirk community college doesn't have its own bookstore. it's the first day of classes & he's received all his syllabi, two of which require him to complete readings by two days from now — readings from books he doesn't have yet. plus, biking all the way from campus to main street is no easy feat, especially in the rain, so he looks a bit like a wet cat with the way he's soaked & scowling as he steps inside old fellows — or maybe more like a golden retriever with the way he shakes out his hair & splatters anyone within a five foot radius with a thin spray of rainwater. he sighs & makes his way to the philosophy section, pulling his backpack around to the front to open it & pull out his slightly damp stack of syllabi. he then goes to sift through the bookshelf before him, pushing a book to the side to reveal —— " AH ! " he scampers back, the sight of two eyes staring back at him through the bookshelf taking him by surprise. " jesus, dude, what the fuck? you scared me! " he hisses, a bit too loud for a bookstore, which earns him another collective glare. a drop of water falls from a strand of hair hanging in front of his face to land on his nose. " do you always stalk people in bookstores or am i just lucky? "

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PERUSING the bookstore was one of lily’s favourite ways to spend her downtime. there was just something about old fellows that brought a warm, fuzzy feeling of comfort to her, she found it to be a remedy for her after a STRESSFUL day. today happened to be one of those days, she’d spent the last hour browsing each section meticulously, entirely unsure of what she actually wanted to read.

the sound of the melodic door chime broke her focus, turning her head to lay her eyes on a familiar face, drenched in rain and emanating the ‘don’t piss me off’ kind of annoyance.

after waiting for him to notice her as if she were a PREDATOR lurking out of plain sight before going for its prey, she let out her scariest yet quietest ‘boo !” once he caught sight of her. “you should consider yourself very lucky. i don’t lurk around bookstores for just anybody.” a sarcastic laugh. “kidding. you’re not that special.” she then rounded the corner into the aisle. “what’s got you in such a HUFF ?”

#𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 ╱ sevaughn callaway.#𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 ╱ interactions.#i assumed a connection i hope u don’t mind !!! lmk if i need to change anything <3

fearstreat

𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : utp 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 : open for anyone

⸻⸻⸻ eddie has seen a lot of strange things in his lifetime, most of which he wouldn't have believed happened had he not witnessed them himself. he's always been nothing short of interesting stories, even from before he was a paramedic, but becoming one has certainly tripled them. “ this afternoon, we had a guy who got his head stuck in cement ⸻ couple of his mates thought it would be hilarious to shove him in when it was wet, like it was a birthday cake, ” he recounts. he'd been desensitized to a lot of things, gruesome accidents and borderline death, but it's things like this that bother him the most, mostly because they're usually avoidable if people would just think. “ god, i'm so glad my kids aren't that stupid. ”

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mug of PIPING HOT coffee in hand, sloane eyed the man across from her as he spoke, relaying a story that she only caught the latter part of. something about being stuck in cement ? the image of such a situation made her skin crawl, provoking a disgusted expression to grace her delicate features. “you’re JOKING…” she replied, her tone laced with disbelief and slight amusement. “it really makes you wonder how many times they were dropped on their heads as babies. how does one even come up with such an idea ? absolutely bonkers.” a MELODIC laugh escaped her blush painted lips. “oh, i hear you on that one. i just feel sorry for their parents, i can only imagine their HORROR.” she briefly brought the cup to her lips, taking a healthy sip before placing it back down on its saucer. “so, how did you manage to deal with cement head ?”

#𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 ╱ edward hawn.#𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 ╱ interactions.