fraternaliis

❝ Do you know what happens to boys with curious minds ... do you know what you set yourself up for? ❞ Kyle Spencer | AHS Indie RP; Mun/Muses 21+; Read rules before rping, please; tracking tag: fraternaliis |

[fraternaliis]

PLEASE GO FOLLOW MY OC. I JUST MADE HER AND I WANT TO INTERACT WITH HER.

M I N E R V A Roman's Athena goddess of wisdom, the arts, craft, medicine, commerce, and magic and...

[fraternaliis]

I MADE AN OC THAT LIVES IN THE MURDER HOUSE. PLS GO FOLLOW?

M I N E R V A Roman's Athena goddess of wisdom, the arts, craft, medicine, commerce, and magic and...

[fraternaliis]

out of beer;; does anyone have a kik they'd want to rp on? mine is thekylespencer

[fraternaliis]

out of beer. whispers… it’s my birthday guys.

[siswinchester]

Send me a ♠ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours masturbating.

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[fraternaliis]

You’re a roleplayer

We can plot

We can be friends

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[fraternaliis]

Evan Peters for Los Angeles Magazine ϟ

[fraternaliis]

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theblackviolet 

clearly-the-supreme 

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               ❝  I don't think you                         should be doing                         that. It's illegal,                         you know? ❞

[fraternaliis]

                           ❝ I didn't think packing would be this difflcult. ❞ The blond cherub fidgets; fiddling his bottom lip with both index fingers as he scans over stacks and stacks of books. He's not sure what he's taking. 

                            ❝ Help? ❞

[fraternaliis]

like for a thingy. if you want to interact with kyle, ofc.

[fraternaliis]

out of beer;; is anyone up? i can't sleep!

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"Absolutely. Except for something evident indicating your—"

          She simply cuts herself off, giving a shrug at his answer             before she took another sip of the sweetened black coffee.

"So that explains it. Why’s that?"

[fraternaliis]

 ❝ Job hunting. I've lost sleep because I need a job. ❞                             A yawn emits from dollish lips, a dimpled                             smirk taking to his features as he tries to                             shrug off his defunct appearance.

         ❝ This whole post graduation mess                 is a little more exhausting than I                 thought it'd be. ❞

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                                              ❝ I need— a shower. ❞ Which simply translates to ‘I’m tired and we should finish the job tomorrow’. She knows that he had planned on finishing the fence today but she’s covered in sweat and dirt  more so than ever before. They probably  should have finished more before the summer heat decided to hit them.

[fraternaliis]

                                       ❝ We can finish this up tomorrow... ❞ In all honesty, the boy dreaded coming out the second the sun's rays hit his pale toned flesh like laser beams. If  there was a possibility any person could be a vampire as a human being it existed in the form of Kyle Spencer. He didn't take too well to the sun and its heat during the summer. Especially, not in Louisiana. He'd stay inside during the day and come out at night when the weather was much cooler. So, he puts down his tools and wipes the sweat off his brow, maintaining his gaze on his sweet, little Sophia -- dimples rising in the form of a chuckle.                  ❝ Looks like we both need a good bath. ❞

[herwraith]

Her parents had told her there was going to be someone new living in their house—-not that she exactly cared. She spent most of her time in her room anyway, secluding herself from her family as best as she could, as she always has. She’s grateful she has an excuse now, though; college really does take a lot of her time, whether she’s on campus or at home reading volumes or writing novels of papers for her Comparative Literature major. But she’s decided to dart downstairs for once, grab a bottle of water because, hey—she’s still human, isn’t she?

                     Quick to make her way to the kitchen and she’ll               pop open the fridge to acquire her water; she                      takes a seat at the island when she hears                someone coming in——positive it’s only her                      mother or her father to be a nuisance. She won’t               even turn around, simply calls out over her                      shoulder like it’s a burden for her.

                                              ❝ What do you want now? ❞

[fraternaliis]

Southern hospitality. It was clear as day that the cherub needed to grow accustomed to his  surroundings. Especially, because Los Angeles was nothin' like his home back in New Orleans -- back in the Ninth Ward. This new aura, this new home made him feel like somewhat of an alley cat. The Harmons had money; it was evident. Though, why they needed help paying their bills wasn't exactly much of a thought. Living in a home as vast and spacious as theirs was something of a luxury in other parts of the States. Hell, they were even worth a good stipend down by Louisiana. And Kyle, well, with his new job straight out of Tulane, he was more than willing to help with bills as long as he had a roof over his head. The Harmons couldn't have offered him anything better compared to what he was looking at in the  market. Eighteen hundred a months, all expenses included to live in the guest house. That was deal he couldn't beat since it was what he was able to afford without trouble. The blond cherub was one to always show his  gratitude. His heart yearned for acceptance  and making a good impression to this  family was imperative. So just as he was  heading off to run a few errands, probably  to buy new furniture at IKEA, Vivien was  pulling up with a trunk load of groceries.  Kyle Spencer couldn't resist the urge to  help.                                                  He  slowly walks into the kitchen,                                                 from the front door, through the                                                 corridor, bag in his arm as he's                                                 met with the silhouette of a girl                                                 he could only assume was the                                                  Harmons' daughter. Luckily,                                                 for Kyle, he's used to such a                                                  greeting from his former frat                                                 brothers.       ❝ I take it you're Violet. ❞                                                           He starts, setting the bag down                             onto the kitchen island as he                             comported himself to meet with                             her, face to face. And with such                             sweet, selfless demeanor, he                             extends his hand in polite                             gesture.

                                   ❝ Kyle Spencer. I just moved into the guest house,                                                 just the other day. ❞                    

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What really should've happened to Kyle Spencer...

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there’s a storm coming, mr. wayne.                        you and your friends better                                   batten down the hatches.

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[fraternaliis]

               ❝ No, no...---                    Wait, don't... I didn't even get a bite of one, yet. ❞                                                         He's like a kid in a candy store whenever                                                         he's handed a tin of chocolate. So, of                                                         course the cherub is a little distraught                                                         when his joy's been taken away from him.