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@paeularit--e-archived-blog
As of today, this account is archived. My inspiration for Mark has been dwindling for the longest, and I see no point in continuing to milk a dry cow. May I move to a new URL? Who knows. I suggest you don’t try looking, cause there’s honestly no point. This is my last stop when it comes to Mark. I enjoyed the few partners I’ve had, and hope for the best for the rest of you all.
David stops despite his better judgement and he turns back around. He wants to yell at them and say that staring at each others’ ASSES ISN’T SURVEILLANCE WORTHY. And yet, once he’s gone back to them, his eyes land on Jefferson’s eyes, and he just can’t look away. Oh no.
Staring contest. Go.
i just wanted to look at asses.
He also wants to look at asses.
if you need someone to rate asses, i volunteer as tribute
GAZES HARDER.
yummy
David regrets his life choices. He didn’t ask for this. Fuck this. He’s leaving. Bye bitches.
He just watched him go for a few moments.
“…You can’t leave me here with this shit. David.”
Gazes at Jeffersons ass.
Stares at Tracey’s ass as she stares at Jefferson’s ass. Good shit.
If you haven’t noticed, you’re under surveillance.
With a mustache like that, I’m sure everybody would feel like you’re watching them.
“The mustache has eyes; preferably under all of those hairs.”
Rachel ♡’ed for a starter
The subtle incline of his knee as he positioned the flash in her direction was followed with a click, shutter and whirl as the photo was processed. Moving the object away from her features, pupils were static on the image as a smirk tugged his lips. A drop of sweat seemed to produce itself from his forehead, the bead sliding down his temples and onto his jaw from the spring heat present. The capricious decision to shoot outdoors was not his idea, but rather the one on the opposite end of the flash.
Optics laid onto her, feet guiding themselves to her figure as he presented the photos to her with a click of his camera.
“I have to admit, this lighting is quite different than my usual style. Let alone this heat is insane... Should we move this indoors soon?”
Rachel ♡’ed for a starter
Depression and melancholy stretched onto his countenance, a furrow of his brows as she pressed his palms frantically on the surface of her tables. The object which he searched so wildly for was something he felt compelled to have on his person no matter the occasion. An exhale left his nostrils, squinted eyes landing on the angel who laid on his couch with a mischievous smirk. Her image was blurred, feet guiding themselves closer to her in order to re-orient his vision. His somber expression lightened slightly, brows raising as his arms crossed over his chest.
“... Can I have my glasses back?”
Concerning the NSFW gifset I posted with @ofdarkrccms :
[3:10:43 AM] || Xera: #Mark that's nauuughty [3:10:55 AM] ♚【Jerce the Jerk】♚: #do you not know who i am [3:11:08 AM] || Xera: #Mark that's NAUGHTY [3:11:14 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: ;) [3:12:21 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: exactly [3:14:12 AM] || Xera: #any time is sin time [3:14:28 AM] || Xera: Okay but im laughing hard bcus in one of the gif [3:14:37 AM] || Xera: The guys glasses fly upward without like [3:14:45 AM] || Xera: ANY reason to [3:15:02 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: i mean [3:15:09 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: doesn't her forehead push it up [3:16:03 AM] || Xera: NO IT DOESNG LIKE [3:16:10 AM] || Xera: LOOK AT THE LAST LEF ONE CLOSELY [3:16:44 AM] || Xera: ITS LEGIT LIKE SWOOP [3:17:02 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: I MEAN [3:17:04 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: YEAH [3:17:07 AM] ♚【 Jerce the Jerk 】♚: I KINDA SEE IT [3:17:19 AM] || Xera: IM LAUGBING [3:17:36 AM] || Xera: #SO STRONG MAKE HIS GLASSES POP UP [3:17:48 AM] || Xera: ITS LATE I SHOULD BE IN BED BUT HERE I AM LAUGHING
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“You think you’re so smart,” David continued to push him. “You think you’ll never get caught. I’m onto you. I see you. It’s only a matter of time before I have proof of what you’re really doing.”
Most people would be afraid but David wasn’t. Maybe he was just stupid. “I’ve been in a war, Mark. I killed people. You don’t scare me.” If Mark ever did try to hurt or kill him it wouldn’t be easy. David was trained for battle. He was prepared.
“I recognize who you are because you and I aren’t as different as you’d like to think. There’s darkness in you, Mark, the same as in me. So why don’t we help each other out? I won’t tell anyone about their friendly neighborhood school teacher if you let me in on what you’ve been doing behind closed doors.”
The trial and error the other has succumbed through whenever they interacted seemed to only tarnish the educator’s image of him, wondering just when the man will have his fill. No amount of words could reveal his true form; could reveal the demon which was buried beneath his pompous exterior.
Such a brash notion-- believe they are alike. The darkness he harbors is much richer than the security guard’s... It would swallow him whole. A light chuckle left his lips, corneas glancing at his watch rather than the man.
“There’s a darkness inside me, also? You’ve got such a weird way of seeing things, Madsen. What I do in my free time is my own business, especially if it doesn’t hurt anyone. Wouldn’t you say the same?”
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Eyeing the teacher from the doorway, hands clasped in front of him. Backpack on his back, his fingers twiddled together at the rather prestigious ( and unknown ) teacher before him. Hesitantly taking a few steps into Jefferson’s room at the greeting, Warren swallowed his nervous lump as he slipped one arm out of his backpack to set it on the floor and pull out a folder.
“Hello Mr. Jefferson! I’m just here to pick up some homework for Kate. Being out in the hospital.. You know.. She can’t really get it for herself so I was going to drive it out to her.”
“How much has she missed, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.” It was only a day or two, but with the apocalypse on the horizon, it felt like so much longer. “Just so I can throw her a text before dropping everything off for her.”
He could not sense any copious amount of lies, let alone a vendetta of sorts to require the documents. Graham was a kind soul, to say the least; and what simply doing what he felt was best in their current situation. He didn’t fester with creativity, much like how Max did; but he had his own ideological ideals of the world-- through deductive reasoning and scientific equations. Jefferson could agree in certain occasions, others not so much.
“Well that’s sweet of you, Warren. I can assure you, she hasn’t missed much when it comes to papers and classwork. Lectures, on the other hand.... Let’s just say she has a lot of reading to do.”
The educator rose from his seat, removing a pen from his pocket and a single piece of paper as he began to scribble down a few numbers for the boy. Had Nate followed his precarious steps... The young girl would still be in class.
Alright, that’s enough icon spam for now. If you guys would like specific ones to be made (they will still be for public use) you can either messsage me or message @overcompensatesfornothing the one who actually made them. I’m just a relay messenger, folks.
25 Chloe Price Icons.
15 Nathan Prescott Icons.
35 Max Caufield Icons (Life is Strange)
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“You’re a creep,” David said. “You’re all fucked up in the head. I know it.”
He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with Mark Jefferson but he knew the man was up to no good. He recognized the darkness in him, the same way there was darkness inside himself. It was partly what drew him to Mark time and time again.
He wanted to know just what went on in Mark’s head. What was Mark really up to?
How did Mark truly act on his dark impulses?
David wanted to act on his own impulses.
The scoff that resonated out of his nostrils only displayed his disbelief further, as if to sway his own feelings rather than the security guard. His planning of each step and action was so meticulous that there was no plausible way the man knew the truth. Whatever he believed to reign true was his gut feeling, and it’s quite obvious how far that had gotten him.
“You know this? Didn’t know you were a mind-reader all of a sudden, David. I’m just a photography teacher; now if you’ll excuse me...”
Coarse fingers grasped his laptop, along with his numerous other necessities as he glanced at the other.
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Impressed? Impressed? Jesus fuck, wow, okay. Mr. Mark Jefferson was impressed with something that Nathan Prescott had produced, and well, that just felt like all the fucking validation he needed.
It seemed unnecessary—uncalled for—and a part of Nathan wanted to ask if he was just trying to spare his feelings, even though he knew that it wasn’t in his professor’s nature to be so nurturing.
Okay, so if he wasn’t trying to boost his confidence, then what was his motive? There was no need for Jefferson to compliment his work—even Nathan knew he wasn’t that good—so why even bother lying? Goddamn, he didn’t need the fucking pity.
“ Er, really? I mean—thanks. ”
“ If you care, it’s based on ‘60s horror. I don’t know, camp meets the glorification of death? ”
One quality the educator seemed to share with the heir was his honesty, no matter the issue. Creative genius was a rarity in their present society, which is why it is his policy to send gratitude and praise when it it needed. Even so, he would continue with his game of push and pull when it came to the boy.
The frustrations the Prescott had battling within him were present on his features, which triggered the photographer to quirk a brow. Setting the photo on his table, his thumb and index finger traced the trail of facial hair he had present on his face as he allowed the boy’s words to enter his ear drums. His expression was stoic, altered from the usual facade or calmness he had in the work place.
“Yes, really. I can see the undertones of the theme from the angle... Very Joshua Hoffine-esque, if I do say so myself.”
