#elitemewls

[faithowned-blog]

   ❛     SUBJECT : @elitemewls​ .

     ❛  you're staring.  ❜  there’s a SMIRK that appears on his lips, one that shows how cocky he really feels. ❛  do you like what you see, darling ? you know, if you take a photo, it’ll last longer.  ❜ he has the nerve to laugh at the other, head tilting to the side.

[longneko]

elitemewls 

beautiful. incredible. iconic. 11/10.

i deserve my own fucking route.

[zenderela-blog]

dabs my url 2 u

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;  / selective .

my opinion on;

character in general: elly is my baby .  i would be seven if i saw her around tbh .how they play them: omg i have a girl crush on your muse .  the mun:   WE HAVE TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER MORE, BAMBI .  GAHD .  B)

do i;

follow them: YAS GURLrp with them: yes !!!want to rp with them:  i wouldn’t have written threads if i said no .ship their character with mine:  surprisingly, yes .

what is my;

overall opinion:  you made zen love that fur ball .  i cry .  :’)

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[of707-blog]

░▒▓▌@elitemewls ┊liked for a starter !!

     ❝   ------------- ELLY ~~  guess what !!   ❞  the hacker is obviously overly fond, however, that does not stop him from sharing this EXCITING news, on his part. ❝   i finally have a day off ---- ! so, what do you think? should i take you on a date? go out for a ride in my baby? go play a PRANK on jumin? go on a date ~ ?? ❞   (    he realizes he said that twice   ) 

[guildleader-blog]

@elitemewls .

              ‘ you worry too much, darling. ’ 

    his jaw is set, fingers curling around the edges of his cuffs. he makes sure they’re straight, makes sure everything about his formal attire is neat. there’s a hidden earpiece in his ear, the colour of his flesh so no one could see it from afar. he gives one last look to his hair, before turning to the feline female in front of him. a smirk makes his lips curl upwards, eyes batting innocently. he saunters forward, letting his shoes make soft noises that echo around the room. he grabs her hand, bringing the back of it up to his lips, pressing a delicate and fleeting kiss to it. he holds her as if she’s made of porcelain; as if she’ll break upon rough contact. only he knows it’s the opposite. once again, he smiles, quirking an eyebrow, putting a facade that no one could see through ( maybe only one, but seven-oh-seven isn’t here to see him right now ). 

              ‘ shall we go, mon amour  ?  ‘ 

[zenderela-blog]

                  ‘  PUP ...  ’