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imessage ✉️ OPEN
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ezra: i feel like i've forgotten how to function as a human .. send help
raphi: i'd tell you to drink a raw egg but you can always just order some greasy food
“excuse me! hi, sorry, could you just hold that position for just a few seconds?” luna held up the camera hanging down her neck with an apologetic smile. “i would love to take a picture of it.”
“um... okay i guess? are you a photography major or just a creep?”
“I AM INCREDIBLY BORED. honestly beyond my mind, killing someone, setting fire to a hospital bored. this is something that only happens once in every four years – like the olympics, and much like the olympics, it’s happening right NOW. and you have the power to change it. so take this as me saying: what sort of MACHIAVELLICAL plans are we putting in action tonight?”
“good to know you’d go on a killing spree because you’re bored.” raphi snorted, rolling his eyes at the other’s antics. “i don’t know what we could do. maybe hit a bar or something?”
Get to know the people in my muse’s life.
Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…
🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves. 😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.
“are you serious??” Alexander asked the other as he handed them a drink. he didn’t really care for their story, but he’d learned that smalltalk equals a bigger tip most of the time, so he played along. he smiled politely and leaned against the counter. “then what happened??”
“i fucking kid you not.” raphi nodded, excited to share his job horror stories with an eager listener. “what happened? i told him to shove those stripper heels up his ass, put on my clothes and got the hell out of there.” he raised his drink in cheers before downing it. “and that, my friend, is how i found out the mayor has a cross-dressing fetish.”
“ – who on this terrible earth do i have to strip for to get a fucking drink around this shit hole? should any of you be so my savior.. MAGIC MIKE has nothing on me.. I PROMISE.”
“sorry, kid, you’re gonna have to try a lil’ harder to convince me you can rock my world like tatum would.” raphi snickered. “just say you found pubic hair on your last drink, i’m sure they fill you up with free liquor.”
“Yes, mom, I’m doing fine. Great even.” Tiffany loved her parents, she really did. But one thing she could do without was how often they felt they had to call and check up on her. She appreciated it, but she it was slightly annoying having repeatedly assure them of how well she was doing. “My grades are amazing, I promise. Yes. Yes. Okay. Love you, bye.” Just as she was ending the call, she spotted someone walking up to her, the person patiently waiting until she was done. “I’m sorry,” she started, giving a sympathetic smile and putting her phone away. “Did you need something?”
raphi raised the folded ten dollar bill between his fingers, giving the girl a sympathetic smile. “you dropped this a few feet back.” he replied, expending his arm and waiting for her to take the money back. raphael wasn’t sure if he should comment on the small snippet of the conversation that he heard, since the woman sounded a bit tired of it. it made him wonder if that would be him in a couple of years, the worried parent nagging their child for good grades, and he silently promised himself to always try to dial down his worries about marv, though he knew it was a vain effort. “thought it might come in handy later on, so... there you go.”
“Listen, I’m starving… Want to go grab some tacos? On me. I’m feeling generous today,” she chuckled, wiggling her brows playfully.
“that doesn’t sound half bad.” raphi gives her a small nod. “you got a favorite spot?”
HER MIND HAS been on this research for the past two hours and she felt like her brain matter was melting out of her ears. Leaning over to someone next to her, the brunette tapped them on the shoulder before pointing to her ear. “Anything melting coming out of there? No? Really thought my brain has melted from over-use.” A sigh and a grumble, the woman leans back in her chair and drops her pen on the pile of papers and books in front of her. “Break time, I need a break. You want to join me, I think your brain might be melting.”
raphael looks up slightly startled at the tap on his shoulder, pen dropping over the papers as he looks up, a raspy chuckle escaping his lips as he listens to her complaining. “i just got here, but i could use a break. maybe we could just grab some food real quick? i’m starving.”
her gaze has been intermittently falling onto the other for the past fifteen minutes, now, and it’s not that lola is any sort of creep; even if she were, she knew very well how to observe people without giving herself away. still, for someone with such an ease to remember names and faces, it’s driving her mad to not be able to pinpoint exactly who she knows this one from, leading her to stare at the other for an uncomfortable amount of time. she only speaks up when it finally clicks, tone riddled with amusement as realization dawns on her, proud for finally figuring it out. “didn’t i match with you on TINDER once?”
“yes.” raphi replied, the corner of his lips slightly twisting upwards, the only sign that he wasn’t being as serious as he sounded. “we did match on tinder, and then when we agreed on a date, you never showed up. why did you bail on me, lola? was it because i’m not as loaded as i look? because let’s be real, it wasn’t my face that sent you running.”
i rec yall to add /mobile to the end of this post’s url bc it’ll be hard as fuck to read w/o that and i’m too lazy to change the theme rn bye
heyyy yo yo what’s up folks this is your Favorite admin back with another trashcan of a character bc why not.
! ✰ ° — [ santiago segura ] meet raphael romero, the twenty-three year old male that is a history major. in fresno he is known as the connard, and that’s because he is charming & adaptable, but also secretive & materialistic. billie227 is after him because he was an old friend to laura back when she was alive.
so raphi was born & raised in fresno; his father is a politician and his family is one of the founding families which basically means they are filthy rich and filthy powerful and everybody knows their name
raphi is the black sheep of the family; he isn’t in law school like his father wanted him to, he has a three year old son & he works as a high class prostitute, so he’s pretty much his father’s worst nightmares all into one.
i put in his app that he’s an old friend of laura’s bc i was gonna make his secret that he works as a prostitute but then i was like naaah and changed it so lemme tell u that on laura’s 18th birthday her friends payed her a night w him as a gift ( if any of laura’s friends around want to b this person just hmu ! ) and instead of yk having sex they basically talked all night and became friends even tho they wouldnt like hang out or anything
like i said he has a 3 y/o son named marvin that he loves more than life itself and he would do anything for his bby and he doesnt talk abt the boy’s mom or anything so yk dont even ask
he’s,,,, kind of a dick ?? i mean not rlly but he has been hammered over the head by his family how despicable and vile he is so he just kinda takes on the part and just Embraces it.
He’s trash and I hate him and he doesn’t take anything seriously unless it has to do w his son
looks like a sinnamon roll is actually a cinnamon roll
he’s bi as hell but he won’t commit bc of his son like even w his friends he’s always scare marv will get attached to ppl and then ppl will leave him and he’ll b heartbroken
have i mentioned the kid bc that’s like his main trait atm
okay so i think that’s him?? if yall wanna plot w him pretty pls hit me up bc i need all the plots okay i love u all bye
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.
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If I am anything, it is violence.
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