eat the rich;;

Name: Amy Mae Sang Age: 19 Ethnicity: Korean Height: 5'0 Worst Habits: Smoking, Binge Drinking, Drugs Sexuality: Bisexual Birthday: September 16th Sign: Virgo FC: Son Ga In / Park Yong Hee Theme Song (x2): My Own Worst Enemy - Lit, Eat The Rich - Aerosmith "It’s no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy. ‘Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me. Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call ya' that." Rules About Wishlist Wanted Connections Open Starters ((Indie OC RP blog / Multistory / Multiverse))

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wow, can you believe I may actually return to this blog.

[icefractals]

I really hate to do this, and I hate having to reach out for help, but due to my and my mother’s current situation, I kind of have to. Long story short, we’re behind on rent and utilities because of other situations that got in the way with finances due to a recent family emergency. We owe about 2600 in total (it was 2900 but I gave her the 300 that I had in my savings. I’ve started a gofundme in order to raise the money, which we need by June 30th, 2018. Every little bit helps, so please signal boost this and reblog it. It would mean the world to me!

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@cognitive-dissonancee / / cont. from { x }

      COCAINE lips, CANDY COATED and DEADLY, she eyes her PREY with a confidence she shouldn’t dare flaunt, “That right?” Half finished CANCER, the tobacco stench permeating the air as it’s drawn to her lips and inhaled deeply. An exhale, SMOKE accompanying each word uttered, “Y’stalkin’ me, sweet thing? How’d y’know I’m in the city now?” That big old house just didn’t feel RIGHT with one person in it.

      I missed you mom. WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST STAY HOME ! ! ! ? ? ?

       “What y’been up to? Still fuckin’ ‘round n’bein bad? Y’look different, who y’tryina’ impress?”

[disturbing-illusions]

✿ ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴏᴠᴇsɪᴄᴋ ✿

[rp-meme-central]

2 Word sentence starters

1. “That’s disgusting.”

2. “Don’t go.”

3. “Look out!” 

4. “Come here.” 

5. “That hurt!” 

6. “I’m tired.” 

7. “Go away!” 

8. “Don’t look.”

9. “Thank you.” 

10. “You’re annoying.” 

11. “Another one?” 

12. “Help me!” 

13. “Hold me.” 

14. “Don’t cry.” 

15. “I’m back.”  

16. “Do it.” 

17. “I’m sorry.” 

18. “I’m hungry.” 

19. “Explain, please.” 

20. “Bite me.” 

21. “It’s cold.” 

22. “Get down!” 

23. “Kiss me.” 

24. “Shut up.” 

25. “Hit me.” 

26. “Marry me?” 

27. “Stop it!” 

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hello, I am here.

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Huh, she wants to play that way? 

                    Zephery knows the moves better than anyone else. There is no push when the other doesn’t get an answer, but that in itself is answer enough. She only snickers and glanced to the clock. “You know– I thought you’d already be fuckin’ wasted by this time. Don’t tell you’re making VALENTINE’S DAY a special night?” Zeph found other ways of teasing the other. “Does that make us more than fuck buddies or are you ready to be mine?”

The contract killer watched the other as she was laying on her stomach looking cute. By now, if Zephery had a evident weakness it would be Amy. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t been too excited about letting anyone know about her personal life. Then they would know they can go through Amy if they needed something. Seeing as so far Zephery has been unable to deny Amy up until this point. No, and it’s because they both share twisted desires.

“I’m pretty sure the bath is full by now. C’mon baby, lemme see you,” her tone is suggestive and holds barely any shame when she’s expressing her wants. 

You know me too damn well.

It never changes. The figure is C L E V E R and she’s so damn I N V I T I N G. How is it possible to be so C O O L and C O L L E C T even in such a situation? Amy ought to take a lesson. The grin remains just as prominent. There’s a brief pause before a breathy little G I G G L E will break the silence between them, “Might be a little bit buzzed, but I ain’t planned to be fairly sober on purpose.” L I A R, L I A R, you’ve ignited the F I R E. But Amy know’s she’s transparent. that’s the point. 

I’m fairly sober, tonight is special. You might be special.

Are you ready to be mine?

The C O N F I D E N T demeanor breaks only for a moment, she’ll soften, “That a real offer, babe?” S N A P. Back to P L A Y F U L and so utterly T H I R S T Y. She might be Zephery’s one weakness. But it just might be  M U T U A L. How weak in the knees this woman makes her. Over-cooked rice begging to cool down and be D E V O U R E D, “See me?”

If that’s the way you want it.

Up onto her knees, the couch will become nothing more than a place for that sweater to fall. Arms cross, swift and sweet. Clinging to cashmere fabric, up and over her head. Pale skin, bare and U N M A R K E D. But how long is that to last? Before love-bites coat delicate skin, aching for love. Her face is nothing but a T E A S E, the lower lip is bitten, but she’ll lean over, hands pressed to the arm of the couch, “Undress. This ain’t a one way game.” Suave and clear, she will stand, slowly walk right past her. As if it’s N O T H I N G. Straight into the bathroom. Hot water greeting cool flesh-- a S P E C I A L night indeed.

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“They think we are in love.”

“Ain’t too surprising when y’consider what kinda’ place this restaurant is.” High-end indeed. Filled with the super rich and E G O T I S T I C A L. Everyone in here is clad in an outfit that likely costs enough to buy a boat with. The food is in T I N Y portion but D E L I C I O U S as can be. D I M L Y lit tiny tables and strangely R O M A N T I C for the pair.

“Y’tryina’ tell me somethin’ with all this glam, sweetheart?” The grin is oh so genuine in nature. The heart R A C E S hiding beneath a black bodycon dress, eyes smokey-- look as though they could kill. Maybe her looks could K I L L. Isn’t that already in their C A R D S, “Or maybe y’just really want me t’put out after dinner. But in that suit?” She notes with a raise of her brows, delicate fingers lifting fine glassware, sipping the F I N E S T champagne, “Ya’ll were already gonna’ get lucky after dinner.” I think I might be falling for you, but I refuse to say it first.

I’m terrified of your answer.

[ladybluefox666]

[incorrect-ravencycle-quotes]

Going overboard is about 85% of my personality. I’m basically a gorgeous hot mess.

Ronan Lynch (via incorrect-ravencycle-quotes)

[memesfrommenace]

2-6 Word Starters

[starhazearchive]

memesfrommenace:

Send me one for my muse’s reaction!

“Are you lost?”

“As you wish.”

“Come with me.”

“Can you walk?”

“Dance with me.”

“Did you see that?”

“Do you like it?”

“Don’t go that way.”

“Don’t let them push you around.”

“Don’t try to talk.”

“How are you feeling?”

“How did you get here?”

“I brought you food.”

“I followed you.”

“If you need anything, call.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I love the ocean.”

“I’m not answering that.”

“I want ice cream.”

“I will avenge you.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“Laughing at me won’t end well.”

“Let’s go stargazing.”

“Let’s go swimming.”

“Let me introduce myself. I’m ___ “

“Lie still.”

“Maps and I don’t get along.”

“May I braid your hair?”

“Nice clothes.”

“Nice weather we’re having.”

“Please turn the light on.”

“Pickles are gross.”

“Show me.”

“That isn’t for you to know.”

“That you for saving my life.”

“There is a full moon tonight.”

“There is food in the fridge.”

“There is more to the story.”

“These clothes are ridiculous.”

“They think we are in love.”

“This is comfortable.”

“This is for you.”

“Wait for me.”

“Want me to go with you?”

“What did you do?”

“What is your name?”

“What is this place?”

“Where are we going?”

“Where did you put it?”

“Where is your sense of adventure?”

“Who did this?”

“Why did you come here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Why don’t we slip away?”

“Will you come with me?”

“Words can’t hurt me.”

“You don’t have to take that.

“You look terrible.”

“You have the softest hair.”

“You rest.”

“You’re my everything.”

[smellslike-teengrunge]

[smellslike-teengrunge]

[mxerae]

Greek Myth Series:

Out of an entire kingdom he kneels only to me, calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.                                                                           -Daniella Michalleni, “Persephone Speaks”

[wonderland26-blog1]

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@darknesshums

Never in the same place twice. Never for long.

A low-life D R I F T E R with no path, no sense of direction. Wherever she turns, the only drive is potential chances to find something worth while, worth stopping for.

H U N G E R, T H I R S T, S H E L T E R.

 It’s a breath-taking gold locket. Likely V I N T A G E with thousands of stories to tell. P A W N E D and glorious, two grand-- that can easily be used for a shitty studio apartment on the wrong side of town with enough money left over for some food. But a job is too essential. And the gutter punk wanders aimlessly, looking for her next purpose. A reason not to stand on life’s edge and accidentally...

S L I P.

It needs to end sometimes-- in her mind. When she’s coated in the mistakes of W I T H D R A W A L and loneliness. Or running on E M P T Y, and completely N U M B of most anything. Today, maybe today she (for once) cannot hold her own. The utter exhaustion of walking with dry lips and cigarette butts-- the grueling hunger pains. It’s a lost cause for her. There’s three of them, one of her, “Ya’ll better back that shit up, I ain’t sharin’ none of what I got, and I ain’t got nothin’ t’give!” Money.

Money, money, money.

Yanked into the alley, just behind the S K A N K Y dumpster where G R I M E Y street hands will poke and prod. Punch and slap, looking for something to take. It’s hidden well, but without a proper fight, it’s bound to be discovered, “FUCK OFF--” O V E R P O W E R E D, the fight is utterly P A T H E T I C.

[h0lyacrim0ny]

Hey, Amy.

M E M O R I E S– they trickle down, tickle her back and shock the system. It’s been so long. D E A T H. It had been the assumption, an unfortunate and unforgiving fact of live. I’ll move past this, he wasn’t that important. Just a guy who climbed through my window and calmed me down. I ran away, it was my choice. I wasn’t looking to be found. 

B U L L S H I T.

“Shit, boo, s’been a long ass time. Where ya’ been? Gimmie’ a hardy irish soundin’ sentence. Ain’t gotta be so quiet.”

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gothpatch:

There’s a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches the mask of apathy melt from her face. It’s nice to see such a familiar, pretty face. He had been alone for far too long. A friend is a nice thing to have. He’d forgotten that. 

“You know I don’t have an Irish accent–” He feigns one, though, and he does pretty well, “Ya fookin’ idjeet.” 

It’s a chuckle. It’s E E R I L Y delightful and doesn’t match the demeanor of the S H E D E V I L. The head will shake and the short tufts of hair bounce with each movement.

“Sounds better when ya’ put that shit on. Can’t stand the arrogance otherwise.” But Amy will merely D I G R E S S, “Didn’t think I’d ever see y’sorry ass again. Ain’t seen me since high school. Figured ya’ll died or whatever.”