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flynn: fair enough.
normie: nah im fuckin with ya
normie: haha
normie: tell me the thng
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flynn: fair enough.
normie: nah im fuckin with ya
normie: haha
normie: tell me the thng
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task: 004
IN GENERAL: he vandalized and burned down a restaurant.
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flynn: i canât sleep and i got bored whittling this gnome, so letâs share secrets like weâre at a slumber party or something.
flynn: iâll start.
flynn: i had a dream about you last night.
flynn: wanna know what it was about?
normie: no
dantes-nfernoâ:
Dante scoffed at him before taking the can back. âNo, Iâm not going to vandalize a home.â He put the can back in his bag. âIâm going to vandalize abandoned homes and buildings. Thereâs a difference.â He corrected Norman. âWhat are you doing? Besides being your typical self.â He wondered aloud, at what he was up to at this hour.
"shit, what a fuckinâ reliever. i was startinâ to panic back there â ready to speed dial the nine-one-ones in case you were a fuckinâ criminal.â he manages to deliver the comment without even taking a breath. sounds rehearsed, yet, reeks of laziness. eyes rest on the other. âi was going to the shop. for ecstasy and frozen veggies.âÂ
svpcrnovaâ:
as soon as mars head the words âthe floor is lavaâ, they just leaped towards the first person they saw, acting on instinct and instinct alone. they flew threw the air like a tiny flying squirrel, going for the classic piggy back riding position, their legs around the waist and their arms slung around their victimâs neck. âmy feet arenât touching the floor! i win!â
look, he did not leave his room to be assaulted like that. the worst thing? he canât see it coming. heâs just there, about to take a sip of his boiling hot coffee when a whole person just wraps themselves around him. a surprised âhuhâ manages to escape, and the next second heâs falling to the ground. the coffee spills, hands come in contact with the pavement. what a huge fuckinâ bother. but, nothing he can do now. so, he stays on the ground, even letting his face touch the concrete. almost as if heâs given up. âare you fuckinâ dumb?â itâs straightforward, but he doesnât sound angryâ not necessarily. in fact, the tone lacks emotion.
task: 005
NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER BIO.
kccpitjazzyâ:
aloof. it was the vibe that jasper put out most often, a cloud of smoke surrounding him as he blew out joint smoke as he sat on the roof of the fidelis building. it wasnât uncommon to see him simply sitting up there, either laying up to stare up at the sky or doing nothing better with his time. his guitar was set to the side, a notebook full of songs heâd been writing flung beside it with a pen that had rolled away from it. heâd often heard the rumors that spread around him on the campus, that he was no good and was simply going to burn out but there he was, a senior, almost done with this hellhole. it felt like it was a prophecy of sorts, as if he himself had proven them all wrong. so, naturally, when he heard the door of the roof open, a smirk tugged on his lips, eyes overcast as he looked back. âfigured no one would care if i smoked up here, got a complaint from the neighbors and wanted to be nice. i am considerate sometimes,â and with that, he went back to simply gazing towards the colorful sunrise that laid before him, giving him the proper wake and bake to start the day off for once.
norman appears in the door, representing mostly filth. hair is uncombed, messy brown locks shoved under a green bandana. heâs wearing a pair of brown boots, ones that donât necessarily go with the long, blueish kimono. a mug rests in one hand, the other one shoved into the pocket of his loose pants, already reaching for a pack of cigarettes. eyes scan the surroundings from behind big glasses. expression remains dull as he approaches. âfuckinâ, i care.â he makes his way over to the other. âget off my roof, yaâ dick. or iâll fuckinâ deck yaâ.â the threat sounds unenthusiastic, hardly serious as he plops down next to the other, snapping his fingers, turning them into a gun he then points at the boy. then, he pulls out a pack of yellow camels, opens it to reveal a singular joint he then places between his lips. hands begin patting the pockets, this time in search for a lighter. and of course, he doesnât have it. and so, he turns his attention back to the other. âfix it up for me? fuckinâ... please? little babies shouldnât be exposed to fire hazards.âÂ
dantes-nfernoâ:
Dante was just the perfect amount of drunk for what he wanted to do next. It was the perfect night as well, not too hot and not too cold. He headed down the steps of his apartment and began to make his way down the street. Not even a minute after he left his phone buzzed with a notification. Taking it out to look at it caused him to be distracted long enough to bump shoulders with someone. This causing the contents of his slightly open back pack to fall to the ground. Contents that included, a few spray cans of paint and a bottle of whisky (that surprisingly had not shattered). âFuck..â He mumbled to himself and began to pick up his things, not worrying about the other person at all.
heâs in the middle of sweet sunshine by beck when someone walks into him. cigarette almost falls out of his grip, accidentally brushing against the material of his jacket, leaving a small burn. he lets out a grunt; how inconvenient. earphones are jerked out in one simple motion, tired eyes moving from the boy before him to the pile of items on the ground. without a word, he crouches next to the other, a hand reaching for one of the cans. normie examines it before lazily holding it out to the owner. âgood shit. are you âbout to vandalize a home?âÂ
ohxmemphisâ:
âiâm am not wearing this.â memphis declared as she walked out of the bathroom with a look of disgust. she felt revealed and hated it, it wasnât for her, walking around like this with eyes on her made her feel anxious just at the thought. âthis is the last time i take suggestionsâŠâ the blonde groaned.Â
"fine!â norman spits back from where heâs slumped in the corner. âso fuck you too.â he swings one leg over the other, glancing over to the girl, his eyes narrowed, but aside from that the expression remains mostly bland. when youâd think heâs moved on, norman opens his mouth to speak again. âis it the fuckinâ zipper? âcause, yeah, i, too, think thatâs dumb, but the soviet flag on the back is goddamn glorious. what the fuck?âÂ
NORMAN is 100% that artsy kid who sits in the corner of a bar smoking cigarettes and imported beer and il that for him and u. and you're the sweetest and so welcoming and honestly, I just want to get to know you better okay <3
that is spot on, 120% legit norman our pretentious rat friend. did u know that rat and art are practically the same word??? anyway, i love u n rosie n im honestly so?? glad weâre talking
tbh u have big dick energy and i enjoy it sm. like when we plotted w/ maple and norman? gr8. 10/10, best vibes, firecrackers, i adore our pretentious children. but even then ur so fun to talk to bc you're so lively and funny and i live 4 funny stuff and u made me lAUGH like at something and i don't even remember what but like ?? i ??? love u and ur writing style so much and i can't believe we don't have a thread yet so UHHH B WE GOTTA THREAD and plot more so i have an excuse 2 talk 2 u xoxox <3
ok first of all im so happy u got ur account back bc ??? what the fuck i would stab a dude if all ur writing just went out the window like that lmao ?? honestly, u put so much effort into all ur characters and it shows so much !! and if that wasnât enough, youâre so sweet n easy to talk to and ur ideas?? bomb. and these are such good qualities in a person i just . am stunned. if we dont plot before the end of the week i will call the swat myselfÂ
norman is? a got dam king. a legend. i adore him and you and im so happy we got to plot nd i promise ill stop being a gremlin and reply to our thread soon bc i really am so excited to develop him nd romy honestly like? they'll be iconic bc u nd ur writing is just fucking a+
omf u huge sweetie ??? youâre so good, like, please i love all your work. n dont even worry bout it babey literally weâve got all the time in the wörld asdfg
god i just cant wait to get to know you more and your characters more because i fucking love them ?? i watch them and u on the dash and im like. jealous ?? bc im like hi hello i want to rp with u i want to plot with u i love u so much i love everything and everyone u've created. ur mind .. it AMAZES me.
ok listen up ur so fuckin cute i legit cannot . believe !!! i would absolutely love to plot with u, sm pls just give me all . the threads im ready !!Â
(neen hit ask limit so here i am) â i met u back at lockwood and astrid and norman were truly just ... the unlikely but hilarious pair we all root for. u have such an interesting writing style that is just so admirable and the talent really shines thru all ur muses <3 ty for joining us here!
omg i genuinely p sure astrid was normanâs v first friend in lockwood?? pls they were so good, power pals. thank u sm for the kind words !! writing with u was always loads of fun and honestly ??? i wish we had more threads together asdfhj