#despairesque

[idolandroid]

[ text ] You were carrying a trash bag around insisting it was your date. I’ll let you guess how your night went.

To: Please take me into ur homeFrom: Rin

[1/3] + have u met my fiancé? 

[2/3] + aka UR son????

[3/3] + same difference lolol 

[succendium]

[ text ] Wanna get mid day margaritas tomorrow if we're still alive?

[TXT] you kidding? if we make it outta this one we can start at 9 am! whaddya say? [/TXT]

[marrykozakoza]

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✿ - laugh

this has been answered here ty!!

[spiderxbite]

♪ （・□・；）

♪ = What music the character likes

[ Just like his taste in art, he enjoys listening to the sounds of his victims screaming. Music to his ears. He enjoys listening to Slipknot, Korn, Drowning Pool, etc. ]

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

[ There is nothing that really makes him uncomfortable since its usually him making the other person feel discomfort. If there’s anything, he probably despises affection but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable by it. ]

[heatdazing]

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She’s… ok with her new apartment. She’s used to having a little more space to herself, and she’s not too crazy about sharing a single apartment with two other people. She prefers to have entire houses to herself so she can do as she pleases. Plus, she’s a pretty messy person, and she can’t carelessly throw stuff around an apartment without the untidiness becoming bothersome. She wants to trash the place as she pleases, basically. 

[crimsonmoonwalk]

me wife || dave || junko

well. here he was in yet another strange place. christ dave, you ricochet from alien jesus takes the sims too seriously world to war torn forced marriage to a possible hot topic employee city. seriously. he saw a hot topic on the way to his new home. this place was fucked. in a perfection obsessed society such as this one, how did they manage to have that chain slide through the cracks? seriously, goddamn. he could only imagine being forced to marry someone who's income was selling trollface branded shirts to the public. not even dave had enough sheer ironic power to withstand a day working inside the moist cellars of that place. disgusting.

hm, pondering the negativity that hot topic brings to this new world really distracted him from the main point at hand: he's gonna meet his fucking fixed family pretty soon. oh my god, he could finally bring his dream of becoming a hot dad to life, and also a cool dad, one who wears khakis and flip flops and golf shirts while popping boners from grilling burgers on the grill with fellow dads who are actively discussing their daughters innocence. beautiful. truly he couldn't wait for his experience, unless his significant other happened to be a complete and utter scrub. oh, shit, he also had a child that was awkwardly 2 years younger than him or something so he'd have to get around to that eventually too --

there she was, standing right before him in their new master bedroom. huh. she was pretty hot, not gonna lie. now time to play it cool and lean against the shut door adjacent from his back. yeah. nice. "just seeing you makes me want to shred a fuckin' guitar with one hand whilst burning a building down to ashes with another, which is a pretty challenging look to achieve because there must be a complete and utter balance between the punk rock and anarchist forces, otherwise you'll either end up overdosing on cocaine behind a stage in an embarrassing position or being brandished a national criminal and sentenced to life in gay baby jail. you're teetering on the edge of two horrifying realities without a care in the world and i'm truly diggin' it. you are not the kind of girl who would sell meme based apparel and for that i accept you as my wife."