📩 ( from oliver, maybe something about quinn that he overheard at town hall? )
SEND “📩” TO BLACKMAIL MY MUSE!
“You want me to pay you money? Hell, I can barely pay the fucking rent under these three mad women. There’s not much money to my name.”

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📩 ( from oliver, maybe something about quinn that he overheard at town hall? )
SEND “📩” TO BLACKMAIL MY MUSE!
“You want me to pay you money? Hell, I can barely pay the fucking rent under these three mad women. There’s not much money to my name.”
📩 ( from oliver, probably using a hurt animal or smth ): )
SEND “📩” TO BLACKMAIL MY MUSE!
Beau bit down on his lip, trying to keep his lower lip from trembling. He had received a letter in his mailbox at the ranger station to go out to a small patch of trees near the edge of the woods. There he had found a bloodied squirrel that looked near death. He kneeled down beside it, trying to see if it was worth saving. Who would do something to such an innocent creature?
♣ ( from flynn or bianca! )
Send me ♣ for a drunk text
[ text: ] yoooooooo [ text: ] has ur girl lefft yet I wann a bring ine home
‡ ( rest in peace flynn u had a good life while it lasted )
send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.
It was three in the morning, Curtis tucked up in bed like he would any night. Unlike ever other night, Curtis was wide awake. This was a new thing though, he’d be awoken from the sudden noise and shuffled movement he could hear. He’d waited expecting it to be outside, the people to pass by and he’d roll over and go back to bed. When the sounds stopped he closed his eyes again, slowly falling back to sleep. On the cusp of sleep he felt it, the bed shift as if someone was taking a seat or getting into it.
Curtis’ movement we slower than normal but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the large book that sat on his bedside table and throwing it at the figure. He threw his blankets off, turning his bedside table light on and jumped out of bed fists raised to defend himself. His eyes focusing on the figure, who Curtis hoped he’d hit with the book. “Flynn?” His voice cracked his alarm fading slightly, but only slightly. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice rose, even if he wasn’t worried about getting attacked he still didn’t like him being there. “How did you get in to my house? Did you break in? How do you even know where I live? Why are you getting in my bed?” Curtis wondered if he should call the police, but he really didn’t want to deal with that either. Although Curtis didn’t find Flynn a threat, he didn’t put the book down. He hated people in his personal space, not to mention in his room. And the idea of possibly throwing this book at Flynn would still bring Curtis joy. He did still wake him up at three in the morning. “You don’t break into people’s houses and then crawl into bed with them. Get the fuck out! I do not have the patiences to deal with this.”
‡ ( either one! tho flynn rly would if he was given the chance lmao )
Blanche just got home and jumped straight in the shower, she wrapped her hair in her towel and sat in her bath robe for a good while before getting up and changing, she took the towel off her head and threw it in the corner with her bath robe, she laid down and turned on her side propping herself up with her elbow as she read her book and then her eyes got wider as she felt someone getting in bed behind her, she turned over and looked to see who it was her expression dropped, seeing it was Flynn, “You know, you could’ve asked. I would’ve said no but, still.”
Blanche was watching Tv after reading her book as always, she yawned and looked over at her clocked on her bed side table not realized how time had got away her today, it felt like she hadn’t left the house at all, which she probable didn’t not going to lie, she reached over about to turn her light off as her door was pushed open and Bianca had crawled into bed with her, She smiled and sat back looking over at her, “Rough day, B?” She asked.
💭 ( lmao humor me )
Bianca is one of Toulouse’s oldest friends, and perhaps one of his closest. He’s always felt something deeper for her than platonic friendship, but he has just dismissed it as a childhood crush, something that never went away and that might have had she stayed. She might prefer to be alone most of the time, but Tou knows he can bother her whenever he wants, B being one of the few people Tou gets along with. The same rules apply to Bianca as they do to his siblings. Lay a hand on her, and you won’t have a hand anymore.
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Sadie finds Bianca intriguing. She associates herself with Toulouse, but other than that, she doesn’t mind her at all. Sadie thinks she’s a total bombshell, but then again, Sadie is so gay she’d honestly sleep with any woman who looked in her direction. She enjoys the brunette’s sense of humor, and wouldn’t mind hanging around her more, though if Toulouse was involved in any way, she’d split, no question.
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Jasper appreciates the fact that Bianca didn’t judge him for his music taste, but instead give him decent artists to look up. He hasn’t actually looked into any of the artists yet, but he plans to very soon. He doesn’t know her very well, but he supposes they could get along decently well if they were to get closer.