#indcbted

[ncvabcrn-archive]

   “wh- what the fuck, i thought fran DIED.”

[pandoraspunk]

@indcbted from thissss

“You’re not a cornflake if we’re makin’ cereal analogy's you’re a lucky charms marshmallow okay?”  get it? because she sweet? milos’s giggling to hard she the box hits her in the chest before she scrambles to try and catch it. Fails miserably. There’s a small cheerio mess now.

“I will do no such thing. Just admit it you love my dorky word play.”

[dcrkzilla-blog]

ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง     LOADING RESPONSE SCRIPT SOURCE  ← @indcbted

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IT IS TO BE EXPECTED, his actions and reaction to something hasn’t even happened yet.  The thoughts alone was enough to leave him on high alert ----- to leave him as tense and as anxious as one could possibly be in a situation like this. Four walls surrounding them, the room dimly lit while he is had been gazed upon like she were the ferocious feline and he nothing more than a skittish house mouse. Such confidence radiating from her to compliment the obvious beauty that seems to have entrapped his senses. He’ll even her scent alone was enough to stir  the troubled mind of the teen.

“ I’m  . .  I’m --- Sorry? I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little too exc--- “ and before he could even finish all of his ramblings which were meant to be an apology  he found himself being tugged forward with such gusto that the only sound which could escape him had been a gasp.     A sharp inhale of air cut off by lips pressed violently to his own earning the most sensual of groans from the soft boy --------- one that came back full swing in a more strained fashion as she clutched his thigh so tight causing his thigh to tremble momentarily and his hands to reach out to rest upon her shoulders before sliding up their form --- along her neck to rest against her cheeks as they kissed.

[cybrneti]

                    IT’S NOT VERY OFTEN HE’D VISIT A PLACE SUCH AS THE PURPLE SKAG,    but today was one of the rare occasions he would.    it’s nothing to do with business,    nor is he there to start a fight with any of the drunken patrons in the bar.    he’s simply there to catch up on life with others,    being his schedule was usually packed tight with his duties as the new ATLAS CEO.    he needed a break,    and what a better way than to get new details about the latest “ gossip ” in the lives of those he knows.                     HE STRIDES UP TO THE BAR,    lips curve into a friendly grin towards the woman behind it;    frankie.    rhys doesn’t know much about her other than the fact she’s been working there for a while,    but the whole story behind why was a mystery that had yet to be uncovered.    of course,    he wouldn’t push her to tell him,    he could respect not wanting to bring up the past of all things.    regardless,    his hands place themselves on the bartop as he begins his greeting.        ❛        hey.    how’s life working for september?    you been doing good?        ❜

「 @indcbted / ＳＣ. 」

[brcwler-archive]

@indcbted

Moodboard requests | accepting

[roguedeals]

🎨 -indcbted [ I COULD NOT RESIST ]

⊰ MY MUSE DRAWS YOURS | accepting!  ⊱

[ncvabcrn-archive]

@indcbted (X) !

“...Pipsqueak?”

It’s really the only thing they could mutter, the nickname was odd to them- Yet she’s trying (and SUCCEEDING) to be intimidating. They stand there, eye focusing on her movements; Just waiting if she’ll strike.

“Y’know... You’re kinda CREEPY- Okay, not just ‘kinda’.” This was both based off what they’ve HEARD and based off personal experience, Ally is expecting some type of violent reaction at this point, but they REFUSE to show fear.

“You’re like, a full TWELVE on a one-to-ten scale, you- You broke the scale, yeah? It makes me worry about you. A LOT.”

[ncvabcrn-archive]

“NOW I CAN’T TELL IF SHE’S FLIRTING WITH ME OR WANTS TO KILL ME, SEND HELP.”