* TRACING / FIGURES.

[nathvniels]

one person you'd like to get down and dirty with at the ball?

❛ all this made me think of was … why didn’t they have mud wrestling at this ball ? what a missed opportunity. ❜

[nathvniels]

who is at the top of your to bang list

❛ well … i’m open to banging anyone and my list is in alphabetical order so you do the math. ❜

[nathvniels]

who u wanna kiss at midnight ??

❛ these furries keep passing herpes back and forth to each other so i’d rather just fuckin’ kiss my hand at this point. ❜

[nathvniels]

who is the biggest thot on campus in your opinion?

❛ how can you expect me to pick the biggest thot in a sea of thotties ? that’s literally like asking a three year old to explain astrophysics … it’s just not gonna happen. give me some time , i’ll make you a pie chart and we’ll figure this out together. ❜

[nathvniels]

missy-day:

Missy was off to the side of the dancefloor, arms flailing like a tube man at a car dealership, face almost matching her fiery locks. The brunt of her anger was directed at a boy who was leaning on the wall, a resigned expression plastered across his face throughout the verbal altercation. “Fuck you and fuck Jasmine!” She said the name like one would say dog shit. “Hope she’s not getting her hopes up for a magic carpet ride. The only thing she’s riding is your fucking one inch cock!” In a huff, she swayed drunkenly and turned to stomp off. But the heel of her shoe caught in her dress and she stumbled forward, reflexes too dull to stop her from falling on her face. “Fuck off!” Incoherency was sewn into her syllables as she hollered at the boy who had moved forward to help her. Instead, she looked up at a bystander. “What a show, right? We’re like a regular Sam and Diane.” She waited a beat, pushing herself off of her face and into a kneeling position. “So how’s your night going?”

      there aren’t many instances in nathan’s life that he’s found himself speechless but this one , right here , is one of them. the entire show that he’s just witnessed has rejuvenated him and cleared his skin. he welcomes all forms of entertainment and that was a beautiful show. he lives for the dramatics. ❛ better than yours. ❜ he dares to reply , extending a hand out to her in order to help her up. unless she doesn’t want it and , in that case , he isn’t gonna fight her about it. she can stay on the floor for all he cares. ❛ you break up with your boyfriend or what ? ❜ he questions , nodding in the direction of the dude she had just yelled at. he doesn’t really care because he doesn’t know either of them , but he needs a topic of conversation and he likes to be nosy.

[nathvniels]

do you have your eye on anyone?

❛ i have two eyes on everyone. ❜

[nathvniels]

[romcommunist]

How ya been?

im rotting but im very sexy

[nathvniels]

mrvshall:

Opting for her right toignore his words, she mumbled a song while her dancing silhouette goes throughthe kitchen as she prepares a bowl with mix of tropical fruits, eyes avoidingas much as contact with the curled hair boy sitting not afar from her. “if I doremember well, you do bite” her words were with certain indifference, lettingher body fall into the couch. “why are you in such a rush to talk with lilah?” 

      he watches with barely contained amusement as violeta literally dances around their conversation. he definitely gets some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. ❛ only when asked. ❜ he grins before reaching into his pocket to dig his phone out. he taps out a few messages just to distract himself before the girl actually sits down on the couch. he raises his brows in surprise as he looks at her then tucks his phone away again. ❛ she’s helping me with a project. ❜ he answers smoothly. ❛ so , you plan on sharing ? ❜ he asks , nodding towards the bowl of fruit in her hands.

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mirajcne:

mirajane let out a sigh of relief. “thank god you said that. i would’ve been flustered the whole time and i don’t think i would’ve concentrated too well.” she expressed. letting out one last sigh of relief before a gigantic smile spread across her face. “i was told to do a cartoonish kind of look for the project. so i have a few question for you before we actually start.”

      ❛ you feed into my narcissism so nicely , mi-mi. ❜ he grins , tilting his head down towards her. ❛ cartoonish ? cool , i can be like the new johnny bravo. but a lot cooler and less creepy. ❜ he explains before nodding at her to continue. ❛ go ahead , ask me anything. i’m an open book. ❜

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delilahastor:

“Don’t be fucking rude. Sometimes I venture into Abercrombie territory, too. Keeps the nation on their toes. Which brainless bachelor will she flay from his bones, next? I can practically hear page six screaming in anticipation, chomping at the bit.” It was true, to an extent – Kash had been the only exception to the brainless zombie rule with which she selected her dating candidates. Usually, if she could hold a conversation with them past mindbogglingly dull small talk, she crossed through their first and second name with a felt tip Sharpie, as red as the fallen blood in a gladiator battle. Connecting with somebody else on a level that wasn’t purely surface practically sent her skin up in hives. 

“Wow. I bet that’s what you tell all the girls,” she cooed nonchalantly, hopping down from the bench she’d made a throne out of and traipsing closer to the machine as he unveiled it like a magician showing his showgirl a freshly purchased guillotine. “Cool. Bulky. Bruce Banner, who?” Tracing the tips of her fingers over the closest section, she climbed into place shortly after with no protest, long legs swung over to rest on top. “What’s this do, then? Can it see the red bit of the Baby-bell I ate once when I was twelve? That’s confidential information. I object.”

      flipping his laptop open , he quickly types in his password and lets it take him to his desktop. he only uses it for these particular experiments so it’s entirely bare save for a couple of shortcuts. he clicks on the first and lets it load. ❛ abercrombie ? damn , where have your standards gone ? anyone can model for them. next thing you know you’ll be settling for old navy. ❜ he comments. bending down , he digs around in his bag again before standing with a cord that he hooks from the computer to the scanner that delilah is laying on. ❛ usually way more charming though. like , hey , you can stick your fingers in my ass if you really want to. it’ll be fun for the both of us. that sort of thing. ❜ he jokes. ❛ bruce banner can’t relate to the kinda shit i got going on. he’s got nothing on me. ❜ he smiles , grabbing a nearby EEG cap and fitting it over her head securely. ❛ i’ll try not to mess up your hair. ❜ he says , only to do that very same thing on purpose.

      stepping away , he grabs a small stack of papers off of a nearby table and places them down atop her chest alongside a pen. ❛ it’s a release form. ❜ he explains before she can ask. ❛ it’s just a precaution , i don’t think i’ll actually need it. but basically i need you to sign it just in case i can’t bring you back. it absolves me of any responsibility for your death. ❜ he smiles innocently , rounding to the other side of the machine in order to prepare her IV. ❛ which , i forgot to mention in my text , i’m gonna stop your heart. but , don’t worry , i’ll only leave you for sixty seconds then bring you back. any questions ? ❜

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chvrlottes:

she watched as he took the drink and hardly winced at it versus her much more dramatic reaction, “well…” she said, trying to find a viable excuse, “you’re just used to it, i think.” she told him. “to me, it tastes really bad. i’ve never really understood the appeal of that kind of thing.”

      ❛ then i guess you should start getting used to it , huh ? ❜ he smiles , pushing the drink back in her direction. ❛ there’s no time like the present. and , honestly , the appeal comes from the way it makes you feel not the way it tastes. ❜ he explains.

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matcofernandez:

Picking up on the sarcasm, Mateo’s initial reply was so instinctively flip the younger off, mumbling an almost unintelligible, “Such a cunt. God, don’t call me Matty boy, how gross can you get?” Almost startled by the sudden laughter coming from his counterpart, Mateo gave Nathan a stunned look before scoffing and reaching forward to give the other a shove, “Not funny! Bit funny, but. You’re not supposed to start laughing at me, like… two seconds after my story, shithead.” Taking a swig from the can he’d just opened, Mateo quickly hopped to a stand, climbing on top of the table in the next few seconds and holding his arms out beside him, as if he were about to walk across a tight rope, “Okay, when I hit my head, it was actually kinda like I just fell asleep. Like, my uncle had a heart attack one time and was in a coma for a while, and he said it was like being in a really long dream except everything was more vivid, so kinda like that. But one time when I OD’ed, I just passed out and it was just black. Apparently I woke up for a bit when they pumped my stomach and I don’t even remember it. Bit wild how the body works doesn’t it? Don’t do drugs, kids.”

      ❛ what ? you got something against nicknames ? you know they’re a sign of affection. ❜ he says , the reaction only making him laugh harder. ❛ two seconds ? please. i waited at least a full minute. ❜ he argues playfully. his eyes follow the other as he hops up onto the table and starts his little balancing act. ❛ wouldn’t it be funny if you accidentally recreated your NDE right here and now ? ❜ he teases. but he quickly focuses and latches onto every word that mateo is feeding him. he quirks a brow and hums in response as he mulls over what he’s been told. it’s somewhat crazy for him to think that everyone who’s ever had a near death experience doesn’t have the same stories to tell. it’s almost as if there is no definitive answer. which , in its own right , is scary as hell. ❛ or maybe just don’t be a fuckin’ idiot about it. ❜ he smiles before he’s right back to serious again. ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever asked you ... what do you think happens after you die ? i mean , we know that we’re made of energy and that has to go somewhere after we pass. but we also don’t fully understand how a conscious works. ❜

[nathvniels]

jvdehayward:

“Know what I never got?” Jude started with a tilt of his head, addressing the person planted on the nearest sofa cushion as he sprinkled his decimated herb in an even line along his rolling paper. “Those, uh, Gringotts guys. Goblins or… You know, in Harry Potter. Do they ever drop acid? Do they wank?” Leaning down, he licked a slow and precise stripe along the edge of the paper, thumbs working on tucking it together after he’d withdrawn to blink at delayed pace through a set of red rimmed eyes. “Do they even know how to love? Fucking tragic, really. We’ll never know.”

      ❛ i’m gonna be completely , one hundred percent , honest with you right now ... i literally have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about. ❜ he admits as he kicks his feet up on a nearby table and sinks into the corner of the sofa. ❛ pretty sure goblins aren’t suppose to have feelings though. aren’t they , like , monsters ? ❜ he questions , brows furrowing in thought. ❛ though , not to get all fake deep or anything , but would not knowing how to love be all that tragic ? love kinda really fuckin’ sucks. ❜ he laughs.

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affluvnt:

“i never realised just how old i’m getting until some small gremlin of a five-year-old tried telling me what a vine compilation was yesterday.”

      ❛ the audacity ! don’t those poor children know that we lived it ? we had to wade through all the shit to actually get to the good vines that they all know and love. they’re lucky they get to just watch the compilations of the good ones. ❜ he condemns , shaking his head though he is somewhat making fun of the situation.

[tyrantsuggestion]

[nathvniels]

slvanes:

“Blasphemy! Off with his head. Shane types are the worst. I feel like he’s always that guy to correct you with a “well, actually.” Not a fan,” Sloane told him, sighing and pursing her red painted lips. “Being a demon is always so much more fun, though. You get to do whatever you want. It’s a pointless life anyways. We’re all gonna died, you either kill yourself or get killed,” Sloane deadpanned, quoting the infamous Vine. Her eyes widened in surprise as he plucked the cigarette straight from her lips. “Thievery! What if I have mono? You could have just exposed yourself to all of the germs of my former lovers,” she declared dramatically, swatting him on the arm. “It’s all poisonous. I used to be a menthol girl. But then my ex told me I always tasted like a baby prostitute when I smoked them.” Sloane brushed off her knees and stood up from the curb. “Wanna head back in? I managed to scrounge a minuscule amount of coke off of some dude that looked like Christian Slater. I told him he looked like JD and he practically nutted on my dress.”

      ❛ ok , well , i’m not like that. i just don’t necessarily believe in ghosts because i’ve never seen one. have you ? ❜ he questions curiously. ❛ i guess , but that’s assuming that demons are real. and then wouldn’t that also be assuming there’s a hell ? and therefore a heaven ? ❜ he rambles. he doesn’t believe in either but he would venture to bet that being a demon actually wouldn’t be all that fun if they were real. ❛ look at you quoting a vine to soften the blow of your little life is pointless spiel. ❜ he teases , nudging her shoulder with his own. ❛ a baby prostitute ? ❜ he repeats with furrowed brows. ❛ what the fuck does that even mean ? and how the hell would he know what one tastes like ? kinda seems like you dodged a bullet with that dude. ❜ he blows out a puff of smoke before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. he nods at her offer before standing to his full height and dusting off his jeans. ❛ fuck yeah , nothing like being compared to a fuckhead who blew up his school. bet he never came faster. ❜ he jokes. ❛ c’mon let’s go snort some blow off the christian slater lookalike’s ass crack. ❜