* WARM / HUGS.

Chemistry til it blows up, til there’s no us. Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say. Hey, it's all me, in my head. I'm the one who burned us down. penned by ren.

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* @twistedtvles / continued from here.

Toulouse couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly at the other’s denial, “I’m just preparing you for what your future significant other is probably going to complain about.” Though his demeanor was quick to change in spite of the question posed. He blinked in surprise, a bit caught off guard before he stood up from his seat and sat beside Marie. “You better not be talking about the afterlife, I’m not ready for a conversation that heavy. I’ll need to smoke at least a couple of blunts before getting into that.” He reached out to play with her hair. “But I do end up thinking about what will happen when we graduate. I’m afraid that school is the only thing keeping Ber, you, and I together right now. I know you both are going to go on your paths when we finally leave and that’s scary to think about sometimes. What if I’m the only one that falls behind?”

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bcdcpples‌.

soft sentence starters // I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you ( @povverline )

A soft huff left her lips at Peter’s words and Merida went silent for a few minutes. She felt a little stupid now for coming around in just a tank top and shorts, not realising how chilly the evening would become. “Aye, alright. If you don’t mind,” She tugged a little at the blanket, pulling it over her shoulders. “Don’t read too much into this, eh?” Merida teased him with a cheeky wink.

A chuckle of amusement escaped Peter as he gave away for Merida to take some of the blanket, “Don’t worry, I’m not reading into anything.” If it weren’t for his friendship with the girl, he would’ve. Especially since he read into most small bits of attention girls gave him. He was like a blushing school-boy. “So… putting cuddling onto the table would probably be weird, right?” He teased, giving her a playful nudge.

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* @twistedtvles / continued from here. 

oliver was tempted to keep playing with the other’s hair but decided to let his hand fall back into his lap, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “that’s probably true, how can you focus on anything when your magical looking hair keeps falling in your eyes? maybe we should buy you a headband. one with a bow on it.” he teased, sticking his tongue out in a playful manner. he was surprised when aladdin decided to return the favor of pushing his own hair back, not accustomed to people willingly touching him. “pfft, i’m a master of dealing with distractions in all shapes and form. if i wasn’t, i would literally never get any work done. my mind and hair are both constantly all over the place.”

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bcdcpples‌.

soft sentence starters // I never noticed your eyes were this colour  ( @povverline )

He glanced over at Oliver, lips tight, unable to really give a reply. Was it a compliment? Armitage wasn’t sure. He received so little in terms of praise even the barest possible hints of any sent a flush of colour to his cheeks, just like now, and he turned to further hide his embarrassment. “Well, they are,” Was all the vampire could say in response, painfully aware of how stupid he sounded. “Everyone’s eyes have a colour. What are you getting at, hm? That they’re - bad or something?”

Oliver couldn’t help but stare at the other, mouth hanging open and a glimmer of awe in his eyes. Though he blinked in surprise when the other asked if they were bad. He quickly shook his head in response, “No, not at all! They’re really,” he paused, thinking over his word choice before going with his gut. “Pretty.” He wet his lips and nervously looked away. “I’m sorry for staring at them though or making anything weird, I didn’t mean to.” He just had this innate need to say everything on his mind, even when it wasn’t appropriate timing.

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wrcitteninthestars‌.

The redhead tilted her head and glanced up above Oliver trying to imagine what a snow cloud would look like above him. “ You know what… I think it would suit you! “ she told him, giving him an encouraging smile. She knew how much Summer meant to Oliver and dearly wished he could experience it as well. “ Maybe you just need a little help, like a cheerleader… Oh you know what I’ll be your cheerleader Oliver! “ she replied, perking up immediately. 

Oliver couldn’t help but smile, trying to envision it himself. “You really think so?” He just hoped it wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. He was tempted to ask Elsa if she could help him, but that would be something for a later conversation. He rested his hand on his cheek, “You’re right though! What I really need right now is someone rooting for me. If you have someone cheering for you, you’re more likely to succeed and I couldn’t think of a better cheerleader than you!” 

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sspace-dust‌.

The school production of Guys and Dolls was all Sally had on her mind at the moment. “ Hey Oliver are you going to audition for guys and dolls? I hope so. I’m trying out for it.” She couldn’t help but show her excitement.

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Oliver’s eyes lit up the moment he was greeted by Sally, “Of course I am! I’ve been looking forward to this for a while now.” He exclaimed. “I’m really glad you’re auditioning, we can be nervous about this together.” He teased. “Do you already have your audition song and monologue picked out?”

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vanity-vanitas‌.

“We’ve gotten off to a rocky start, let me reintroduce myself.” The demon smirked, extending his hand towards the other. “I’m Vanitas. It’s such a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Would you like me to rub your back? Massage your shoulders? Or, maybe, escort you to the nurse so you can get that nasty attitude checked out.” His smirk never faded, nor did the sarcasm from his voice.

Max had been having an off day, to say the least. He wasn’t one to normally snap at people but it seemed as if the one time he had chosen to, it was immediately going south. A scoff fell from his lips as he rolled his eyes and ignored the hand that was extended out toward him, “Don’t be a fucking asshole.” He probably should have chosen his words carefully but he didn’t have the self-restraint to do so. “I’m not really in the mood for mind games today.” He muttered. “Though, I did think of something you could do to help me.” A pause for dramatic effect. “Go away.”

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ofteddyiisms‌.

Between classes, clubs, homework, and auditions, Michael hadn’t been getting as much sleep as he should’ve. Plus the thought that his roommate didn’t really like him had popped into his head, although he couldn’t figure out why. “I don’t think so?” He replied, tilting his head to the side. He hadn’t been a vampire for that long, so he wasn’t entirely sure if they could get sick. But he wouldn’t rule it out as a possibility. At her question, he sighed. He hadn’t really been taking the best care of himself, but that was only because he didn’t want his grades to drop. “I’ve been trying but with homework and memorizing my lines for class and prepping for auditions I haven’t really had time to.”

Emma knew what it was like to get wrapped up in school to the point where simple things such as taking care of yourself were forgotten. Her frown deepened slightly at the reply she received, “Even if you can’t technically get sick, you can still feel run down after a while. You have a lot on your plate right now but you also need to take time for yourself.” She felt this innate need to help him, to take care of someone she considered a good friend. “Do you think you could take a break for a while? We can get you something to eat.” Whether it was a vampiric Capri Sun or even her own blood, she was willing to help get him back on his feet.

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wrcitteninthestars‌.

The story of the little pup in her lap warmed her heart naturally. She gave the dog a scratch behind the ears, letting out a sweet coo. “ Well I think it sounds awfully fitting for him. “ she agreed as she cuddled with the tiny dog. Her eyes lifted from the dog for a moment and on to the girl. The idea of volunteering was one she never thought of before but amused her nonetheless. “ That does sound tempting “ she confessed with a giggle. “ I’m not sure if I have the right clothes for it though, guess that gives me one more excuse to go shopping! “ 

Right clothes? At first, the comment didn’t register for Emma and she believed it to be an excuse, but after a few moments, it clicked. She wasn’t necessarily materialistic so ruining a pair of jeans occasionally wasn’t something she cared much about. “Oh, if you don’t want to waste your money on clothes for volunteering I have a few old t-shirts you could borrow. I mean -- we look to be the same size and I wouldn’t want you to have to go too much out of your way to help out.” Anything she could do to help and encourage new volunteers to come out was more than worth it.  “I take it that you like shopping a lot?” Maybe that’s what she needed to do to make some more friends.

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buttcnsandbows‌.

@povverline requested a starter

Minnie definitely had the “too much” gene. Whenever she baked, she ended up making almost double the amount she needed of cookies, cupcakes, brownies, or whatever it was she was making. She’d already given her plate of perfectly cupcakes, as well as a container of gluten free, nut free, vegan brownies for those with allergies, and still had quite a bit left. Taking some of the uglier-iced cupcakes, and some of the brownies, she went to the library. 

Before she even went in, however, she paused when she saw someone sketching - seemingly frustrated. The Junior pursed her lips, mentally debating if she should offer baked goods to a stranger, but then sighed and approached him anyway. “Hi, this sounds weird, but I have a bunch of cupcakes and brownies - I just made too many… Do you want any?”

It wasn’t as if Toulouse didn’t enjoy having his siblings around. But when he was working, things were a little different. He hadn’t been able to concentrate without worrying that they might judge his work prematurely. But that was his own insecurities and doubts doing the talking. Instead of working on his next assignment in his room, he had remained on campus to sketch. He pursed his lips into a thin line, brows furrowed, as worked on darkening some of the lines he had previously made. Thoughts still scattered, he fought the urge to give up and go outside for a smoke. His attention was grabbed by an unexpected voice, gaze flickering upward. 

“Wow, that is a lot of cupcakes and brownies. Did you get possessed by the spirit of Gordon Ramsey or a little too inspired by the Food Network?” He teased. “Honestly, you must be an angel showing up like this because sweets are my weakness and I really need something to take my edge off.”

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fledgling-dale‌.

Dale leaned back on his hands with a smile as he shrugged. “Anywhere is up for grabs, though anywhere under my underwear should probably be taken to a dorm or something. But, I’m happy to take my shirt off or whatever.” He smiled, taking the initiative to actually remove his shirt. “I just have one request though. If you can’t do it, that’s no problem. But uh…” The vampire paused for a moment before smiling. “Could you paint the Mona Lisa on me, but have her mouth be at my belly button?”

Creative freedom, that wasn’t exactly something he was used to these days. A soft chuckle escaped Toulouse as he ran his fingers through his hair, “You seem like you’re pretty much game for anything. That’s a good attitude to have.” He had to stop himself from staring at the other the moment he removed his shirt. He took in a deep breath and turned his attention toward his paint set before he glanced upward once more, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Okay, that’s kind of genius. I promise to make the most beautiful replication of the Mona Lisa that you’ve ever seen.” He ran his thumb across the damp bristles of his paintbrush before picking out a flesh tone color of paint that contrasted Dale’s. “Are you sure you don’t find this weird?”

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toothless-bite‌.

Toothless thought about the offer for a long moment, actually wondering how he valued his time. He didn’t actually know what a decent rate for this kind of stuff was. The werewolf deliberated for a long moment before speaking up. “$300? Seems fair enough to me. I can email you the project and whatever. You’ll have speaking parts for the presentation probably. But only so we don’t look suspicious.” He shrugged.

Pacifica couldn’t help but blink in surprise at the answer she received. It definitely wasn’t one she had expected. “$300? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Her brows knit together, head cocked to the side. Though she had to give him props for having that much confidence in his abilities, that was a trait that she could always admire. “You know what? Fine. As long as you get the shit done. You’ll have to send me your PayPal along with the finished presentation. You’ll get paid only when you finish it.” She wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t going to blindly send him money only for the project to go unfinished.

[glitterghosts]

Jennifer’s Body (dir. Karyn Kusama)

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* event starter for @bcdcpples / featuring toulouse & duchess.

Toulouse wasn’t the type to go running to his mother whenever something got him down but he felt his facade of independence slowly slipping. When he woke up and saw the snowfall, he decided to make his way to his mother’s house. He definitely wasn’t dressed for the weather, cheeks pink from the chilly air nipping his cheeks. When he reached the front door, he entered by using the key he carried. “Maman!” His call out to her was more like a whine from how cold he felt. He shivered as he shuffled more inside, “Did you see what it’s like outside?” He had to hold his tongue and make sure he didn’t go on a rant that would surely include a ton of curse-words. “Do you think you still have any of our old coats around?”

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* event starter for @twistedtvles / featuring max & ryan.

“do you seriously not own mittens?” the question blurted out had to be unexpected for many reasons. the two had been walking in silence back to the frat house up until now, max casually watching the other as they trudged through the snow. one of the many things he inherited from his father but refused to admit had been his tendency to overpack. somehow he had managed to tuck a pair of mittens away in his belongings. he paused in his tracks and reached out to gently take one of ryan’s hands, slipping one of the mittens off and placing it onto the other’s hand. “there, now at least one of your hands will stay warm.” he teased. “if someone else was here you could hold their hand to keep the other one warm too.”

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*event starter for @bcdcpples / featuring max.

The members of Max’s fraternity had come up with one solid idea that all the members seemed to agree on when it came down to deciding how they were going to enjoy this unexpected snow day. A snowball fight. Max was in the midst of molding a new snowball, crouching down low to the ground. When he finally stood up again and threw it, the friend he was aiming at dodged it and it managed to hit someone else in the process. “Shit, shit!” He jogged up to them and reached out to awkwardly brush the snow off of them. “I’m really sorry. I wish I could say it wasn’t my fault but obviously, I was the one who threw it in the first place. But, I wasn’t aiming at you. I promise.”

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* event starter for @wrcitteninthestars / featuring max.

Even though Max preferred summer over winter, being out in the snow reminded him of simpler times. For example, the Christmases that he spent together with his father. They were always eventful but special. Feeling like a child again the moment he stepped outside, he found himself taking a rather harsh tumble onto the ground after he stepped on a patch of black ice. Embarrassment washed over the boy the moment he realized that someone had witnessed his fall, he rubbed his already sore thigh. “This is probably the only bad thing about winter,” he muttered. “I guess that’s what I get for getting excited about this.” He tried to make a joke out of it as he looked up at the other.