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[jelloandbeer]

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"I was on twitter and they using some girl forehead to play tic tac toe again."

[blindspct]

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tallulah's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the realization of who he was. she was spoiled by him and he was one of her biggest supporters. she couldn't believe she was standing right in front of him and she suddenly felt like she had to thank him for everything he'd ever gifted her but...it just didn't feel like an appropriate time considering what she would be thanking him for. "well," she offered him a smile once she properly gathered her thoughts together, "it's nice to officially meet you, cosmo. i, uh, wish it was under different circumstances." she finished with a light laugh and tucked her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

she nodded slowly, "i'd offer you mine but you're dressed more appropriately than i am, you know, if i were to lose the hoodie." though, she doubted he'd take it even if she offered it to him. "actually, i've never met any fans so, i rarely get comments on my personality." she appreciated it though, even if she didn't get to show her entire personality on camera. "maybe we could hang out or something some time and i can, you know, show you who i am outside of the show."

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[jelloandbeer]

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cont. from here.

"I'm gonna make fun of your short ass, first of all." she said without shame. "Ain't my fault you half a foot tall. Anyway, I'm supposed to. It's on my birth certificate. Ugly."

[jelloandbeer]

//y'all go follow and interact with my big headed ass younger sibling @anenamoredmind

They're a rodent but they're cool and their muses are cooler

[inxspacetime]

[ fort ] michael & brando

⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ love languages, part two: quality time.

Up until that point, it had been just another evening for the local slasher. Lurking around town, stalking those who dared walk the streets at nightfall, maybe even breaking into a store after closing if he saw something for the house - the typical things he did whenever Brando was off living his own life. Well, aside from waiting for him to come back. So that night, when he returned to the house, he expected it to be empty, still, silent. Just how he left it. And while it was relatively quiet, the unmistakable sounds of life were present from the moment he stepped through the door.  His initial thought was a fellow squatter, so he clung to the shadows and searched about until he reached the living room. Enzo was fast asleep on a small sofa that basically belonged to the child at that point. And while that was enough of a pleasant surprise, it was what sat next to him that caught him much more off guard. Every cushion Brando could find, every sheet that wasn’t hung over the windows (or cut into ghost costumes for him and Enzo) were placed together in what he could only describe as the perfect pillow fort. And what made it so much better was the male peeking out from the fort’s entrance. Now that the threat was no longer, Michael slowly pulled at the hair on his mask to tug it off. But it wasn’t to go very far. He made sure to drop it just outside of the fort, not too far from where Brando sat before Michael decided to sink to his level. He knelt down on the floor and properly greeted the other with a kiss. “…you’were busy?” He inquired, a finger reaching up to lightly poke at the other. Of course, he didn’t mind the change of plans one bit, but it wasn’t a change he was expecting.

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[inxspacetime]

[ beach ] ty & adam

⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ love languages, part two: quality time.

It was far from Ty’s first time at a beach, even one as breathtaking as the one the pair currently walked. His dad was a traveler, and god forbid he was caught, he made sure to always take his family in order to make the trip appear more wholesome than it truly was. It was an act he resented as a child, and still as an adult, but he couldn’t deny it was a deviously genius plan on his father’s part. But thankfully that afternoon didn’t include the aggravation that came with the strained relationship he had with the mayor — just his credit card. He did need to get dragged around to a meeting or two at some point in the trip, but he was free for that day. So once they were both up (because of course he brought Adam along with him), they took a ride to Starbucks - then a quick detour to Target upon realizing they weren’t prepared - before they headed towards the nearest beach. Currently, Ty sat against one of their new beach chairs. Another was set up for Adam, but he seemed to find his lap to be a better fit. It was a little late into the afternoon because they both slept in a bit, so thankfully it wasn’t too crowded. It was still pretty decently populated, but not to an obnoxious extent. It gave them a chance to relax and take in the view while they both tried to regain their energy from tossing each other around in the water. “We gotta do something like this on our own. Like, without any deadweight.” He suggested, rubbing at Adam’s arm as he spoke. “Maybe around Christmas, maybe somewhere that gets cold that time of year.” Of course, he’d travel to the depths of hell if he could bring the other with him - which was a good analogy for the day before. Exactly why they needed a beach day like today.

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[jelloandbeer]

✆ ( cass, cosmo, and ray for cj, shane for carter )

Send me ✆ for my muse’s reaction to yours calling them at 3 a.m.

Cass: She had just gotten to sleep, ten minutes ago and her wrist was already buzzing. Someone was going to die and it was that simple. She didn't reach for her glasses, just her phone. "Who in the he-" Cass's voice gave her a pause and she sat up, her face contorted in confusion. "Munchie, why you ain't just come knock on the door? Come get in, I don't care."

Cosmo: There was no reason for a literal infant to be calling her but she was on high alert. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you?" his words weren't even out before she was sitting up to put her shoes on. If Cosmo was calling, it was serious.

Ray: Popping popcorn into her mouth, she laughed when she saw the name on her caller id. "You're two doors away, why are you calling?"

"I'm bored. Paperwork is boring. I'm bored."

"I got snacks, I'm comin'."

Shane: It was the middle of the night and his phone was ringing. That was never a good sign. He sat up, frowning when he sees his daughter's name. "What's up baby?" he pauses and waits. "... I'm on the way." his voice is soft, like it always is with her. Like it always will be.

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“Why did you do it? Tell me.” (Brando)

rp starters: concern

It was a simple question - well, one that posed itself as simple - but the answer was a bit more complicated. It wasn’t common for Michael to explain himself. Most people usually fought for their lives instead of trying to interview him, and those who tried the latter never got anything out of him despite their efforts.

And really, he didn’t have much of an answer himself. He didn’t know why he killed, what made its allure stronger than just about any other presence in his life. Rage was a part of it for sure, he could still feel his blood only just starting to simmer down after the frenzy he just underwent. But many had lived situations much worse than he and didn’t hunt people for sport over it.

Maybe he was just evil. He’s heard it before - and though he’s yet to feel any true remorse for what he did, there were a few moments that made it hard to doubt. Michael only really thought about these sort of things when Brando was around, who he had an example of normalcy to question his own. The stoic figure blinked, trying his best to snap out of his thoughts to answer the other’s question.

He raised a bloody hand and pointed it at a tricycle, broken and bent out of shape. It wasn’t his doing, but the guy whose blood stained his shoes. It was the simplest of explanations, and likely a bit shallow compared to what Brando hoped for, but it was truthful. Was it a reasonable means for murder? Of course not, most would say. But Michael’s temper has already proven to be a bit extreme at times, especially in relation to the few he cared about.

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