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@deadwalked sent: “They say heartbreak really fucks with you.” //he's probably drunk and lamenting about his dead wife.

fuck sentence starters --- accepting!

❝ Don’t I fuckin’ know it. ❞ It’s funny how he won’t see a therapist at any cost, but he has no problems drowning his sorrows with a stranger at the bar. After all, misery loves company, and James doesn’t even think he knows the guy’s name, but it’s not like that really matters. ❝ Like, I don’t know, can you mourn a relationship even when it’s technically not over? But, like, it’s not what it used to be? ❞

#deadwalked #( VERSE ┋‘ CHOCOLATE CAKE. ’ )

@deadwalked wants some jason dean

starter call // selectively accepting

it was something he NEVER thought would happen to him, never thought that he would end up being one of those cliche pervert professors who ended up with a CRUSH on one of his students. jd tried his hardest to not think about her but it was definitely difficult, especially considering she was one of the most BEAUTIFUL girls he had ever seen. veronica sawyer was gorgeous, pale ivory skin, large azure eyes, dark curls that framed her face perfectly . . . every time he saw her, he tried his best not to stare but it was hard, no matter what he did, his eyes always found her during his lectures and instantly his mind would wander. it was disgraceful and he knew NOTHING could and would ever happen, there was no way that she would like someone like him, a nearly forty year old college professor of philosophy who had a slight drinking problem and had chosen to be alone, out of fear of ending up like his own father.

the moment his lecture came to he end, he perched on the edge of his desk, dismissing the class quickly and before he could stop himself, “ miss sawyer, if you could remain behind for a moment, i need to speak with you about your essay, ”

#deadwalked #;; hey. mr no-name kid { IC }#( college professor verse tag tbd )#;; greetings and salutations { STARTER }#( let the daddy af verse begin )#( hope this is okay )#( if not i can change it )

@deadwalked wants a starter from fp jones

starter call // accepting AF

“ what did i tell you about coming round here? ” fp asked, hand gripping her upper arm lightly as he pulled her out of the bar. he didn’t get why veronica sawyer INSISTED on keeping coming round to the whyte wyrm. she was not like the rest of the serpents and she was just bound to continue to get herself into more trouble. turning to face her, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he looked down at her, letting go of her arm and slipping his hands into the pockets of his serpent jacket, “ veronica, it’s starting to get BORING constantly throwing you out of here . . . why do you keep coming back? ”

#deadwalked #;; identity { FP JONES }#;; verse / southside serpent leader { FP JONES }#;; hope this is okay { STARTER }#;; interaction / deadwalked { 002 }

@deadwalked wants some billy loomis

starter call // accepting af

a fresh start, that was how his dad kept referring their move to. if anything, he was pretty sure his dad just wanted to get him away from all the ATTENTION. being the only survivor of a massacre that had taken all of his friends and girlfriend must be so devastating . . . he guessed it would be if he wasn’t the one responsible for all the DEATHS, not that anyone knew that. the only person who could have ruined it for him now was stu, but luckily for him, stu did not survive his injuries, just like he planned.

which was why he was here, the new kid at westerburg high for this ‘ fresh start ’. it was bullshit, but he guessed he understood his dad wanting to leave woodsboro, hank had wanted to leave since billy’s mom had left them because of his affair with sidney’s whore mother. walking through the corridor, he tried his best to keep to himself, not wanting to get close to anyone until she caught his eye. fuck, at first glance he had thought it was sidney, thought maybe he had really gone MAD but when he looked again, he realised it wasn’t her, it was someone else entirely. yet the issue was the moment he realised it, he had already accidentally bumped into her.

“ fuck sorry . . . i wasn’t paying attention, that was my bad, ”

#deadwalked #;; all one great big movie { ic }#;; the woodsboro massacre survivor { POST!SCREAM VERSE }#;; let’s play a game { starter }#( proof that sam sucks at starters )#( hope this is okay )#( if not i can change it )

@deadwalked

‘ hey --------- this would look SUPER cute on you. show how symmetrical you are. “

yellow holds blue --- pressing it up against the other. face scrunches up, hair falls to the side as she thinks.

‘ you HAVE to wear something good to kurt & ram’s party. . . “

#deadwalked #ic.#replies.#hey !!! super nice to meet you <3 #⋆… ❤ Stupid childproof caps! ( before the fall )

@deadwalked wants some darlene alderson

starter call // accepting af

you know what they always say about how you will always end up back home when times when hard. there was no way after what had happened she could go back to cisco’s apartment and right now, she wanted to be as far away from elliot as she could be. once the fbi had finally let her go, though it was SHOCKING that they had but they had no evidence of her involvement, just speculation, she got straight on a train, barely focusing on what she was doing until she found herself outside of her HOME.

no, it wasn’t the childhood house where her and elliot had grown up, it was her REAL home, the one where she could be herself and didn’t have to deal with her mom’s hatred, the place where she felt loved. was it because of EVERYTHING that had happened that she found herself here? fuck, she needed a fix but there was no way that was going to happen if she was here. she just needed someone that loves her to tell her that it was all going to be okay, that it wasn’t the end of the world.

knocking on the door, she waited patiently, knowing it was EARLY or was it late? fuck, she had no idea, she dropped her phone at the cafe . . . she should have gotten changed, no wonder she had gotten weird looks on the train, she was still in the blood stained clothes from the cafe. she almost turned to leave when she saw the person she always viewed as her REAL mom approach the door. tears spring to her green eyes as she looks at her, tongue darting across her lips as her hands clench and unclench into fists as she shifts on her feet.

“ somethin’ BAD happened . . . i didn’t know where else to go, ”

#deadwalked #;; hi! this is darlene { IC }#( post season two verse tag tbd )#;; put on your war paint { STARTER }#( hope this is okay )#( if not i can change it )