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i don't do bad sauce passes
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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ugh I'm having difficulties with logging into this account off mobile but anyways!! my hiatus is over so like this for a para starter and reply for a script starter bc my other threads are now considered dead (may they rest in pieces).
° cement—!
a few years ago, she would've called this just another saturday night.
wandering through the streets, alone, the motions flow in ways familiar with times past, but she wears her solitude different now; no longer gowned in the seifuku sanguine of her earlier years, back straight, stature tall and expression twisted into one of devilish delight--she knows exactly what she wants to do. or, well, try.
grafitti.
tina's quick to find a bare alleyway, a brick canvas that seemed to be waiting for whatever disastrous masterpiece she's sure to slather over its every inch. laughter bubbles out of sweet, bubblegum lips, the same old hum of desire, seeimingly always paired with raw amusement, draws several cans of spray paint into thin air. they land with a clang and she dances over them, plucking up a stark white can and shaking it, fingers tight with anticipation.
"this is gonna be sick."
delight curls her toes and fingertips as she presses down on the nozzle of the can and it begins to hiss white whereever the warper likes.
SEND MY MUSE A SENTENCE
"You’ve got to me kidding me."
"Get your ass in here now"
"What have I done now?"
"How old are you really?"
"I can’t believe you lied to me"
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
"I can’t believe you lost him."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"Please, don’t leave."
"I told you. I do give the best hugs."
"You so owe me."
"What’s a soulmate?"
"Would you kiss me in the rain?"
"Get off me."
"Leave me alone"
"What are you doing here?"
☆
you've both been visiting the same stupid stray cat by chance and when the weather gets real shitty, you both rush to the little thing's hiding place and bump into each other.
it's been a long day of both accidentally and purposely twisting the world about her; she's on the train home and falls asleep, riding until the end of the line--it's a moment of compassion that makes you stand to rouse her, only for the train door to shut behind you. oops.
making your way through midnight stained streets, you hear a series of clicks and spray noises-- a sure fire promise of grafitti in the making. a peek in said alley of choice reveals tiny, babyfaced tina-- what do you say? what do you do?
breathless, she bowls into you, laughing and breathless, tugging you into an alleyway for convenience; her snickering intensifies as a giant man, rather angry, storms by, newly bestowed with horn smack dab in the middle of their forehead. any words?
like this if you'd like to plot with your resident reality warper!
well—you know, anything is better to do in class than actually listening. (` he grins, the occasional appearance of a “student” too lazy to come in every day (or any day, really) is undoubtedly the one student with nothing but a can of tea and chips on his desk — though sehun supposes he can’t be faulted, he had come originally for an instruction course of mimcries—not to listen to a substitute drone on ) at least people are keeping busy.
that's true but like... have some shame about those arrowhead peens. and why the fuck are you highlighting them-- { ° — mouths, 'he's highlighting them.' glances at said artist, lips downturning before something dawns upon her; claps her hands together } shit, it's mutant porn. { ° — snickers } it's fucking-- hey, do you know anyone like that? glowing limbs i mea-- { ° — lips crook into a grin as she remembers something } is jeongguk a glower?
nobody was picking at your character, tina, i was just replying to what you had to say. or do you prefer it when i keep my mouth shut and sit here looking like i’m actually riveted by what you have to say?
oink, oink, i'm just doing the same-- replying to what you had to say. { ° — grin extends before she releases a scoff } i'm not forcing this conversation on you anyways--you're totes free to opt out and spare me of repressing my gag reflex. { ° — :~) }
…i don’t know whether to ask if you look at gay porn a lot or, if you don’t, why you know what good gay porn is supposed to look like
{ ° — lip curls } shit art is shit art, dickless or nah, hahayi. nice of you to pick at my character though, considering the fact you're the psycho bitch wh-- { ° — pauses, grinning } should i continue? or are you gonna stab me again?
why is it that the one time i go to class, the kid beside me draws gay porn? { ° — smacks gum } i mean it wasn't even good. god.
wonder when they bite me, do those bitches' teeth hurt?
( ` oh, he expects a response — and he isn’t disappointed by the rather angry looking texts that flood his phone back to back, his lips curve, a quiet chuckle escaping from his perch behind the counter of the small record shop )
[sms] NO I CAN’T AFFORD LEGAL FEES
[sms] DO YOU WANT ME TO LIVE A LIFE OF CRIME
[sms] I DON’T HAVE THE CALVES TO HOP AWAY FAST ENOUGH
{ ° — buries her head in her forearms, cellphone perched on the peak of her skull; groaning laughter follows--fucking hell }
{ sms: curator-sama } THAT'S THE POINT
{ sms: curator-sama } YOU DESERVE TO BURN
{ sms: curator-sama } TIME TO START DOING SOME SQUATS YOU LIMA BEAN
{ ✉ } you couldn’t look any more grown than you already do tho
{ ✉ } wAIT ok just WAIT
{ ` ∗ it’s difficult, but jubilee manages to convince the boss that she’s sick with pitiful whines and a finger down her throat when the old woman wasn’t looking and soon — soon the girl is practically skipping down the streets with a water bottle in hand and her phone in the other } where the fuck is that arc—yah! TINA! { ` ∗ she shouts, spotting black platforms and skinny ankles above anything else as she makes way for the girl, grinning from ear to ear } i’m here now—you a grandma yet?
{ sms: sticky! } tis nothing but the power of a solid red lip
{ sms: sticky! } without it these cheeks betray me
{ sms: sticky! } FUCKING HUUUUUURRRRY
{ ° — looks up from her phone immediately, a swish of dark hair and a flash of a grin accompanying the gesture } FINALLY. { ° — generic old people wheezing noises } i'm your grandma's grandma now, you slow bitch-- { ° — coughs, reverting back to normal speech as she rises; already over the gag, eyes curving as she marvels jubilee's speed } so how did you escape the actual grandma this time?
{ ` ∗ grunts in return to the kick, the grip on her breast tightening as she stumbles forward, keeping a tight grip on her } LET’S GO THEN—BITCH! { ` ∗ moves her free arm to jab her in the side } you ain’t SHIT!
{ ° — hisses } FUCKING LET GO OF THE MILK SACK! { ° — dissolves the headlock, grabbing jubilee's arm and twisting the skin-- snake bite! only to be greeted by the jab in the side and a tightening grasp-- grunts } yeah, i'm not bitch--i'm the shit! { ° — having not yet relinquished her grip of the girl's arm, she pulls her forward and tackles }
[mms] with love, from jaebum
{ ° -- a combination of recognition, horror and amusement find their place on her face; bursts into laughter, folding into a squatting, giggling form }
{ sms: curator-sama } I WILL SUE
{ sms: curator-sama } I WILL FUCKING SUE
Beauty becomes you~
spontaneous worship becomes you, mosiac man.