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who shot that 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 in your throat, who missed the 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 apple? it hung heavy on the tree above your head. this chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect. give your immortality to me, i’ll set you up against the stars. ♥

#i know this amount is deader then dead but this is my new blog for quinn !

( ??? ):

❛ Mm? Suppose I’m just caught in thought ~ ❜ His father needn’t be here to soil a usually energetic demeanor, ❛ You offerin’ to feed me? ❜ Something spicy sounded good right now …

“You’re gonna pop somethin’ ya keep thinkin’ that hard.” A blink of bright eyes before a roll of the shoulders was given. “An’ it depends on wha’ ya want. I do expect ta be paid back in some way, though~” Honestly, he wouldn’t mind brushing up on his cooking skills, it did mean the other is going to be his guinea pig. Prepare for a little pain.

#( wow rood vika BI )#( /draws on new ones with sharpie; )#ncstrond #( v; whats my age again? )

( ??? ):

Someone’s salty.

“Why th’ long face? Do ya need somethin’ ta spice up your life?” Quinn, leave.

#( *waggles eyebrows until they fall off* )#ncstrond #( v; whats my age again? )

( @ahyucked )

It wasn’t like he was used to this. Loud bass vibrated through his body, touching his nerve endings as he navigated through the throng of bodies. He had to be the oldest one here (which wasn’t saying much at all, honestly), a cliche red solo cup held in his hands as he blended in with the other youth around him. Honestly, he would never be used to it. It wasn’t as if he didn’t draw attention to himself, hair still a vibrant hue and body still all limbs with a grace only a God could manage. He was eventually cornered by a girl with a big smile and even bigger assets (Kim Kardashian be proud of your influence!). It was easy, though unnerving, how he easily could pretend to fit in. He was mostly thriving off the energy, bursts of reds and pinks collectively getting him slightly tipsy.

So if he felt like he was feeling a familiar warmth, right in the center of his chest, well--he could blame it on being elevated by the love. And if that feeling got stronger with each passing moment, he could write it off by the happy feelings. It would of been that easy if he hadn’t of looked up from the girl to zone in on someone that made it feel like the lovely atmosphere had been spiked with something much stronger then what he was used to. Deft fingers clutched onto the cup uneasily, eyes widening as his heart jumped from his chest and touched his tone as his lips parted:

“Max?”

#ahyucked #( here u go baaaabes )#( sorry i tried to keep it short but you know how i am lmaooo )#( v; &you drive me wild )#( v; rich kid asshole paint me as a villain )

-casually revamps this blog so it can be roleplayed on again;

#{ ooc }#{ tbh i miss quinn dearly but i gotta recollect all his stuff #bc my computer wiped out 90% of my images rip me #}

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( f i r e w o r k s // closed )

It smelled like burnt-out barbecues and dew-covered grass; you could barely see two feet in front of you. The sound of music coming from several cars and little kids running around and yelling filled the air.

It was your good old stereotypical fourth of July.

Bobby’s truck was parked in the grass, though its driver was goodness-knew- where with a girl, with Max and Quinn settled in the trunk. They were leaning against the glass panel of the cab, each with their own blankets.

❝ Ya think the fireworks are gonna start soon? ❞

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» ❥; Though he had never spoken the words before, never let anyone but his own subconscious know, this had been the first time Quinnton had really been surrounded by the comfortable setting of laughing children, the tell-tell sign of the grill rolling, and being beside someone he cared about--all to see a display of fireworks. But, of course, as he stretched his limbs out like a cat, there would be no way in hell he'd complain.

Quietly, throughout the night, from when they all hopped into Bobby's truck, to set up, to now, lounging in the trunk while he waited for the fireworks to start, he had been stealing glances over all night, wanting to do something, anything to at least be a semblance of the... "couple"? They were, but every time he reached out he reared back and made it look like he was running his fingers through his hair.

Jesus, he was pathetic.

Instead of wallowing, he glanced down at his phone to check the time, then smiled.

"Yeah. In 'bout five minutes. 'm so psyched! I can taste it, man. Ash and all. "

His voice wavered in nervousness for a second, which... was new. He'll blame it over the fact he had his his head and not because he was staring a little too hard at Max's face.

#sonxofxaxgoof #{ alt; goofy arrows }

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don’t assume just because i don’t reply straight away that i don’t want to rp with you because i do but i just am lazy and stupid so it takes me time sometimes.

#{ ooc }#{ i 'm sorry i neglect everything i love but please rememeber this }

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i am trash & keep getting distracted by goofy arrows instead of doing drafts: the musical

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#[playlist]#{ alt; goofy arrows }#{ O 'M S CHO SFONE FUFK THI S PLAY SLIT FIUCKS WITH MY HEART |#}

✌♚▲

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

His carefree nature. Like. Quinnton is probably my most natural muse because he literally is comfortable in almost any situation. He doesn’t really flip out on most things, and he calms me down when shit is like, super stressful in my life.

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

Most of the time? Sometimes Quinn is so stubborn I wanna take a bat upside his head, but other times he’s just a clingy little shit and it’s the best u v u

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

Me. All of the me. He’s older but dumb as shit. Besides, if I cracked a dick joke right now he’d be like a middle schooler: “HAHAHA. PENIS. SHE. SAID. PENIS.” :’|||

#{ ooc }#munday

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Munday Questions: Reblog as Text

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

⌚ Is it easier for you to write as canon characters or OCs?

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*holds your hand*

ha ha how’d that get there

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❝First of all, what is it about “I don’t have time” do you not understand, and second of all who the hell are you?❞

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» ❥; ”All'a it, miss, bu' you can't be tha' busy if your still here talkin' to me, right? An' I am a man of many names: Papa Matchmaker, the Love Man, bu' Quinn will do. A—nd... this request will only take a minute. I promise~"

#chaosthxory