#fbseraphina

[fbcamille-blog]

u know i'd ask for all the texts like come on

{ texts : closed ! }

: a morning text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Morning !!! [ sms ✉ senster ] How about some warm milk while we watch the sunset?

: a text that wasn’t sent :

[ sms ✉ senster ] i’m sorry that i’m so pathetic[ sms ✉ senster ] would it be too much to ask you to take my place? even for just a day...

: a rushed text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] CANT TALK GOTTA PUNCH ALEC 

: a drunk text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] S E A N [ sms ✉ senster ] S E E EN [ sms ✉ senster ] SENA [ sms ✉ senster ]  G E T N ESO E R NEM 

: a suggestive text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] I now understand what things your tongue can do

: a late night text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Are you still awake? [ sms ✉ senster ] Petting you always calms me down[ sms ✉ senster ] Can I come over?

: a hateful text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] You could’ve done something. [ sms ✉ senster ] I’m disappointed in you, Seraphina.

: a random text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] If a bird turns blue am I crazy or did it really turn blue

: a scared text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] I had a nightmare that you killed me.[ sms ✉ senster ] ...Are you going to kill me? [ sms ✉ senster ] Just make it quick.

: a loving text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] I think there’s a galaxy in your eyes, Sena~[ sms ✉ senster ] And your fur, too.

: a curious text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] The Hatter always asks why is a raven like a writing desk, but has anyone asked why a pizza is like a chair

: an excited text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Don’t tell Jinx but I think you’d look the absolute cutest with this new bow I got !!

: an accidental text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] Okay...yes. Tonight, your bed...you’re sure he won’t be there?[ sms ✉ senster ] WAIT[ sms ✉ senster ] WRONG NUMBER

: a heartbreaking text :

[ sms ✉ senster ] I thought you were better than that, Sena.[ sms ✉ senster ] How can you tell him when you knew that he’ll never forgive me for it?

[fbxmarcello]

⁇ ø & $

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[txt; kitty paws] so ka s ye?[txt; kitty paws] u n hmi [txt; kitty paws] not me. nvr me

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[txt; kitty paws] was that you I heard cackling in the hallway just now?[txt; kitty paws] careful you don’t get caught please!! 

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[txt; kitty paws] don’t tell lorelei[txt; kitty paws] but I like you better than her[txt; kitty paws] you’re really nice to nap with and don’t yell at me when I braid daisies into your hair

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt; kitty paws] I mean…. if you want me to call you daddy[txt; kitty paws] you just have to ask[txt; kitty paws] …. i’m… not gonna sorry this… bye

[fbxmarcello]

fbseraphina replied to your post:( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + orgies, nate

stop the #spoilers

I’m not spoiling a thing. It is a real concern for the boy 

fbxkaspian replied to your post:( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + orgies, nate

banana squad

#BANANACHALLENGE 

[fbxmarcello]

#bananachallenge

It was a spring day-- nice and sunny and all around pleasant. It wasn’t really any surprise for Marci to be parked outside, sandwich in hand and sketch book on the other as he was much more focused on doodling the little bumble bees buzzing around the flower bed behind him than what was actually happening around him. The only reason he was paying half attention to the other students out and about around him was because not even an hour ago the group just a couple feet from where he’s laid out his blanket had knocked him in the head with their frisbee and he was sure he was going to have a bruise across his forehead now. 

And it was the only reason that he even noted the other bright blonde spot crossing the courtyard and nearly choked on his bread to call out and catch his attention. “Alec! Alec! Come over here!” @fbxalistair @fbseraphina @fbxkaspian

[fbcamille-blog]

@fbseraphina:

[ to #truqueencam ♡♡ : 8:29am ] txt. dont lie im rly talented with my tongue txt. ill make u beat the record nxt time kas

[ to #truqueencam ♡♡ : 8:31am ] txt. omg delete this cam!!! txt. nd erase your memory too!!!!!!!!

[ sms ✉ senster ] kas? Who is ‘kas’? [ sms ✉ senster ] ? [ sms ✉ senster ] Really talented with your tongue??? What kind of talent??

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fbseraphina replied to your post:slides in here to say all the texts u w u

wHY IS IT RULE #4?? WHAT’S #1? WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN NOT DOIN UNSANITARY THINGS IN THERE

Marci’s 10art club commandments: 

Wash your brushes. 

Look but don’t touch. 

Only model nude if asked. 

No handjobs 

Don’t eat the paint

DON’T EAT THE PAINT. PLEASE. 

No sex. Please don’t fuck. 

Please respect the president. (stop pinching his cheeks) 

No rude names. 

Be kind. Don’t paint on other’s canvases

[fbcamille-blog]

'I want the K' // i hate u with the burning passion of a thousand suns. closes eyes.

{ i want the k : then there’s tongue }

camille usually didn’t succumb to cravings, mostly because all that she craved for were almost always readily available. however, today seemed to be yet another impossible day. hours of searching through her cabinets and drawers had yielded no results to satisfy her cravings for mints. 

sena, however, was foolish enough to tease her about it.

it was sitting pretty on the girl’s tongue, and what else could camille do but try to take it in her mouth, too? she knew nothing about the implications, and only operated on the single-minded obsession for that white, minty thing that sena had so easily offered to her.

there was a certain cloud-like quality to sena that translated even on her lips. camille’s tongue swiped over the other girl’s own, and once again, until she had obtained that mint. only then did she pull away, lips slightly a deeper colour of red, and cheeks slowly becoming even more so.

“it would’ve been easier if you gave it to me properly, sena,” she pointed out, the fresh taste of mint and sena dancing in her mouth. (she wouldn’t admit that she wouldn’t mind if she was tempted to do that again -- but maybe with another treat ; maybe something sweeter.) instead, she laughed it off, and reached for the other girl’s hand out of habit. “you don’t happen to have any more, do you?”

[fbcamille-blog]

♕ // <3

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there is something gentle in the way camille reaches for sena’s hand, something quiet, something bashful.

seraphina caroll, like all cheshires, aren’t known for their permanence, and sometimes camille wonders: if i hold her hand, will she disappear? 

so there’s something curious there, too. 

at first she’s nervous -- small hands reaching for a fluffy paw, and marvelling at how soft and dangerously innocent it feels when she closes her eyes and pretends that this is a cloud she’s touching, so she doesn’t hold on too tightly. (you can’t know that a cloud is a thundercloud until something trembles, something roars.)

then they grow and she realises that nothing can ever be innocent. camille tries, though, as she is prone to do, and here she finds sena’s hand to hold again. more human, now, and still as soft as ever. and here, in this place, camille reaches for her hand again: a reminder, of sorts, that this, too, shall pass.