#de2thletter

[gloriousxdarkness]

DOMESTIC BICKERING // accepting // @de2thletter sent — "I don't like the people you're working with." - matt

"That's why you're not working with them." Sarcasm, or the ease of oversimplification?

[h4wkeyed]

[text] call me this date is going so bad - nyota (academy daysss)

[ Contact ; Nyota U. ⸺ Notes ; Miss That Girl ✨ Comms study buddy. ]

[ sent ] ⸺ woah woah woah

[ sent ] ⸺ you are on a date right now?

[ sent ] ⸺ whats he look like?

[ sent ] ⸺ or she or they!

[ sent ] ⸺ who am i kidding if its going bad its definitely a guy

[ sent ] ⸺ whatd he do

[ sent ] ⸺ alright ill rescue you

[rcjoiced]

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"hey, kid." his voice is soft, even, nudging the other with his hand in attempts to wake him up. "don't puke on my couch, alright? just 'cause you're hungover, doesn't mean i'm gonna be cool with it. only people i've been inside and people i made get to puke on that couch."

[crushsung]

♟- winter outfit !!

send a symbol and i’ll describe or draw what my muse wears in specific scenarios!

layers and layers of wool coats and ribbed knits. big fan of turtlenecks and oversized sweaters and knee high socks. mostly neutral colours and muted shades (which is typical of her regardless of the season, but she occasionally will have a bit more colour during spring/summer). she's not a big fan of patterns but she is big on textures. think (again) ribbed knits, wool, velvet, tweed. i threw in what i picture a holiday party dress would be for her too.

[clownury]

it is probably quicker for you to 𝚂𝙴𝙴 her rather than 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 her. belt holster, containing a multitude of glass vials, ( 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 ) clanks loudly with every sway of skirt. jester hops onto stool with an EXPASERATED sigh, ❛  sorry i'm late. ❜ leaning up by elbows, dark eyes dart from side to side, 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙰, and she reaches over counter to grab nearest bottle behind bar. fingers FLICK open cork and a hearty sip is taken before alcohol is moved to rest in the bag at her side. ❛  so what did you need, again ? a heart stopper or a uh . . .  ❜ lips purse, head moving from side to side, ❛  heart go-er ? you know what i mean ! ❜ cure. she means cure.

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[behttys]

@juhggies / @de2thlettergone 💗.

         there are better ways to go about this.  she could send a text,  announce that she sees him.  she could make herself noticable,  for it's not hard for people to be drawn to her when  BETTY COOPER WANTS TO BE SEEN  ( veronica taught her well ).  alas,  the two have found themselves in california,  near the city of angels,  and though betty herself has been called such  -  it takes a bit more work to stand out in a city filled with those like you.  the blonde takes into consideration the fact she's grown up with him,  and he her,  so even if the california september weather is a bit too  WARM  for her liking,  her and jughead had truly never had such a thing called  personal space,  had they ?   " i found you. "   and okay,  yeah,  she definitely coulda been  NICER  than sneaking up behind him in the movie theatre lines,  jellybean somewhere else,  she's sure.  hands land on his shoulders,  giving a light squeeze,  hopefully he recognizes her touch the way she does his.  to anyone else,  it would be flirty;  and perhaps it was,  and betty cooper found herself  flirting with death  more often than not.  " what're we watchin', jug ? i hope it's a slasher. "   what ?  it was september.  the entire month was basically halloween's eve.  a girl has needs !  and besides,  what a way to start a conversation between werewolf and werewolf hunter  after months of seeing each other,  no ?  

[doctordonovan]

❝ you okay? ❞ | joan

somewhere between standing and floor,   between breathing and the air fully leaving lungs,  usual protest bubbles in mack of mind.  she's not a fighter -   she's never been  -   and whilst feet are quick    &&  well practiced when it comes to avoiding most of the hits that come her way…    avoidance can only ever work for so long.  scientist may not be the violent sort  (   her anger has never been physical,  nor has her grief   )   yet the world around her has never cared for the boundaries she wishes to draw in sand. 

it is a violent place and @de2thletter's insistence on her agreeing to this only further proves the concern fellow woman holds towards anything the future may be yet to create.

❝ m good. ❞ still maeve takes a moment, making no effort to push herself up quite yet as brown eyes only half open.  ❝ you know,  there's easier ways to tell me I've got on your nerves than barely disguised 'try knock maeve down' sessions. we could just go bowling. ❞   it's a joke,  a low one,  pushing self up to elbows with tired sigh.  ❝ not to be a cliche,  but I'm more of a dancer than a fighter. ❞

[naturesbeat]

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"𝙼𝙼 – 𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 is delicious!” The praise comes muffled around her last bite of food: breakfast for dinner, her host had called it, with sweet potato pancakes, green onions, and some sort of savory, pink sauce on top. When she accepted the girl’s invitation to stay the night, Nelliel hadn’t been sure what to expect. The World of the Living was so much more…full, than Hueco Mundo; even an ordinary night like this offered more distractions and possibilities than she’d ever had in Las Noches. And she certainly wasn’t going to waste them!

“Is there enough for seconds?”