#brkhrts

[k9es]

██▌ ⁽ 𝓤nprompted ⁾ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ₍ ⌗ ₎ 𝓙ACKIE, ⁽ @brkhrts ⁾ !!

❛ ─ 𝓘 wish i could explain better. i've never tried to explain before. ❜

[arcitraditore]

@brkhrts​ said: 💩💩💩 * talk about your muse! accepting!

A TRIO OF RIDICULOUS HEADCANONS.

masters student buccellati has two hermit crabs: machiavelli and principessa. their names are punned as granchiavelli and pinchypessa respectively.

in truth or dare, buccellati will always pick dare. he's no coward.

once played strip poker with mista, abbacchio, and diego and threw just to show off his new stockings.

[manenuf]

　　　　　𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙽　　　　⚓　　　　@brkhrts 　　　　　 You enjoy this more than you admit.

Could he admit it?　Could he?　Could he,　really?　The odd couple has swaggered their way back to Dae-ho’s humble dwelling with finesse,　grip of the elastic pulling his ponytail taut only now finding agitation where it clenches his hair　⸻　the way he sees it,　things will always play out the same,　a necessary intervention on his part that threatens to cut short the enjoyment in their golden afternoon.　Men will always do this,　he has rationalized,　they will flaunt and peacock as though they are entitled to the very ground they stomp upon;　pester once,　twice,　again and again,　pester for a phone number,　an acknowledgement,　being dignified with the sliver of attention the apparent pest seeks of pretty girl.　Dae-ho,　the great Dae-ho,　the chivalrous and just,　finds no qualms in the opposition,　stepping betwixt,　fine-tuning his countenance into stern stone,　callous and unfavorable for feigned infringement upon his supposed property.　It is over,　just as quickly as it had begun,　and he is whirlwinded into some dream of bolstered ego,　masculinity astutely affirmed.

Jackie speaks,　abruptly　(it could stand to reason that he never once anticipates the dialogue;　though Dae-ho appreciates the company,　is Jackie otherwise an ornament?)　and confusion wedges into his expression.　❛❛  Huh?　You’re not still…  ❜❜　A pause,　a shrug,　a shift of his brows into upward scaling.　❛❛  C’mon,　Jackie,　you really wanted that creep talking to you?　His eyes were practically bulging out of his head.　I was just looking out for ya,　alright?  ❜❜　And yet,　he does nothing to address the crux of her statement,　how he so blatantly gets a kick out of watching lecher deflate after he puffs up his chest and coldly sends him on his way.　Dismissively,　a hand weaves in to tug at his hair-tie,　pulling it free and shaking out the length of his hair.　❛❛  Maybe I liked it a little　⸻　so what?　Guys like that need to be told off or they’ll keep doing it.  ❜❜

[webheadedhero]

❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention .

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)

       having  his  head  down  looking  over  some  of  his  notes  for  chemistry  class  wasn't  the  best  way  to  spend  his  first  week  in  their  new  place.  the  first  few  times  his  name  was  called  out  went  right  over  his  head,  scribbling  a  few  formulas  down  as  he  kept  shifting  his  head  between  his  notebook  and  their  textbook.  tapping  his  pencil  against  his  chin  for  a  quick  second,  working  his  way  through  the  practice  problems--even  if  it  was  easy  for  him,  missing  a  few  classes  meant  he  should  still  brush  up  on  it.

       not  until  he  felt  a  finger  poking  at  his  shoulder  did  he  finally  snap  out  of  it,  the  fact  that  he  got  only  a  small  nudge  from  his  spider-sense  was  the  most  surprising  thing  of  all.  twitching  as  the  pencil  fell  out  of  his  hand,  "  what--oh!"  spinning  around  and  seeing  her  standing  there,  "  i'm  sorry,  babe."  trying  to  play  off  his  startle  with  a  chuckle,  pulling  her  onto  his  lap  so  he  could  press  a  kiss  to  her  cheek.  "  do  i  need  to  take  a  break  so  we  can  set  up  one  of  our  rooms?"

[k9es]

██▌ ⁽ ⏾ ⁾ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ₍ ⌗ ₎ 𝓙ACKIE, ⁽ @brkhrts ⁾ !! ⤷ ❛ ─ 𝓗ow am i supposed to get home then ? ❜

𝒔omething makes him hesitate to step in [ ... ] kelso stands right here, taller than him, nicer - looking, & with more social rapport. riley blames the nerves, & makes the choice to veto them. it's past eleven pm, & everyone in the vicinity is tired, buzzed, tripping, or some combination thereof. there's no way in HELL riley's about to leave without knowing that jackie has a safe method back home. ❛ ─ uh, jacks ? ❜ tentatively spoken up; riley resenting the way four pairs of eyes come to find him immediately. ❛ ─ i can take you. i was, uh – gonna get out of here soon, anyways. could swing by yours, easy like. ❜ ── as if he hadn't stayed this long to be with her.

[skipsong]

ERIC  LISTENED  TO  JACKIE  BUT  HER  WORDS  GOING  IN  ONE  EAR  AND  OUT  THE  OTHER.   ❝  Jack  —  ❞   he  tried  to  interject,   ❝  Jack  —  ❞   he  failed  again,   ❝  Jackie.  ❞   He  reached  for  her  hand,  ❝  Jackie,  I  took  like  three  edibles  and  they  are  all  kicking  in,  right  now.  ❞   He  points  down  with  blown  out  pupils  and  red  eyes.   ❝  You  can  talk  but  I  don't  think  that  I  will  be  able  to  contribute  much.  ❞   He's  alright  with  just  listening,  it's  not  like  he's  a  big  talker,  but  he  just  wanted  to  make  sure  that  she  knew.   ❝  I  can  offer  snacks,  playing  with  your  hair,  and  a  movie  that  you've  already  said  you  don't  like.  ❞   All  he  really  had  were  sci-fi  or  stoner  movies. 

𖠞 ࿔˚.⋆ a semi-plotted starter for @brkhrts

[webheadedhero]

❝  you pushed yourself too hard.  you passed out,  i thought you were dead.  ❞

ABILITIES  &  SUPER-POWERED  THEMED  PROMPTS

       now  he  knew  how  guys  in  fraternities  feel,  waking  up  in  his  bed  with  his  head  pounding,  arms  and  legs  feeling  like  he  got  hit  by  a  truck.  even  if  his  memory  was  foggy,  he  knew  it  wasn't  from  any  kind  of  night  out  partying.  some  of  the  events  were  starting  to  come  back  to  him,  vaguely  remembering  a  portion  of  a  building  coming  down.  at  least  the  bed  was  familiar  to  him,  and  the  room,  and  of  course  who  was  right  across  from  him.  no  serious  head  injury  then.  "  did  i  at  least  make  it  home  first?"  pushing  himself  up  with  his  hands,  wincing  as  pain  shot  up  his  arms,  "  hate  to  see  pictures  of  people  taping  kick  me  signs  to  my  back  while  i  lay  in  the  street."  looking  after  someone  else  was  so  easy  for  him,  taking  his  own  injuries  seriously  though?  a  whole  other  story.

       glancing  around  the  apartment,  taking  a  second  to  let  focus  on  her  eyes,  for  a  moment  the  pain  seemed  to  drain  away  and  dull  itself..  the  smile  coming  to  his  face  without  any  effort,  some  things  brought  him  comfort  much  more  than  any  kind  of  familiar  scenery.  "  sorry--if  i  uhm--you  know,  worried  you."  reaching  out  one  hand  to  try  and  take  hers,  stroking  his  thumb  against  the  back  of  her  hand."  was  i  out  long?"

[webheadedhero]

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