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keyequalsking replied to your photo “Happy mun day~”

[I still cannot even begin to explain how much I love your hair jfc I'm in awe]

My hair is probably my favourite part of my existence on earth so I'm glad you like it too <3

#keyequalsking #ooc #[people compliment me and I squeak: the saga]

15. and 17.

15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?

Honestly, I really like sassy, lonely, insecure, slightly effeminate boys. I feel like I get them. Not because I am most of those things. It's something I understand on a weird level. I really want to write more girls, but I haven't found a girl I relate to in media lately and the ones I do are in books nobody knows about and wouldn't want to rp with. So here I am with a bunch of Holmes boys and Seb Moran.

17. A character trait you think is overused?

SUPER BROODY CHARACTERS

OH MY GOD

STOP BROODING SO MUCH AND DEAL WITH YOUR PROBLEMS LIKE AN ADULT

#mun ask #//can you tell I hate broody characters #keyequalsking

keyequalsking

the new jims r so much better than u why u still...

[wtf no your Jim is perfect, he’s so sassy]

aaah thank you love <3 My Jim's v v important to me

#ooc #keyequalsking

❛You’re so adorable when you forget that I’m drowning in cash money and self-satisfaction.❜

❛ because who doesn’t love ME? ❜ -—- cocky/self-absorbed sentence starters. ( x ) —— status ; accepting

❝ did you just call me a d o r a b l e? also, how could i ever forget that? you seem to constantly remind me. ❞

#keyequalsking #[ ;; v; interfectorem ]#idk what i just wrote.#[ ;; answers ]

keyequalsking liked for a starter:

❝ i wasn't aware i expected company today... ❞

#keyequalsking #[ ;; v; interfectorem ]#[ ;; starters ]#eyyy. B))

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#keyequalsking #ic question

◉ Target Acquired: keyequalsking ◉

She had deliberated for too long, the matter of her debt was fairly pressing and it was less a choice at this point, and more a question of when she would build herself up to doing it.

[text; M] i know this isn't how it works, but you send me the most work, and the best paid. is there anything i can do right now, big or small? -SM

She neglected the part where she was desperate for money. It went without saying in a text like that. Maybe it was a stupid move, asking a criminal whose face she'd never seen, whose name she didn't know. But of all the independent contacts she'd picked up, his were the most consistent, and like she said, most lucrative. She wasn't even sure she'd sent him a text before, they'd all been details from him, no discussion. You dropped everything to do work for him, that's just how it goes. Or you don't go, again. Ever. Maybe it wasn't even his number. Maybe he wouldn't text back.

She waited.

#keyequalsking #rp #starter

Tick Tock

Hayley Miller was not the average nine year old, and that was obvious to anyone on the surface. The first thing that was telling to most people was the little girl's choice of clothes, although she was currently donned only in a school uniform: a chequed, royal blue dress with a long sleeved cardigan and tights. She had fashionable designer black flats and a winter coat over the top, though, her neat hair pulled back into a plait that the young child had sorted all by herself, and a fancy watch on one wrist. It was obvious to anyone that Hayley took pride in her appearance even at her age, and she even painted her nails and put on a bit of make-up sometimes, although Mummy never let her go overboard.

She was a highly intelligent and quite observant lass, with an overabundence of energy at the best of times. It was well applied at the very least. She took part in extra-curricular activities every day at her private all-girls school, which was a bit of a distance from her three-bedroom home in Clapham, but nothing too far. A bus journey was normally all it took to get back, but the nights grew dark early in winter, and it was freezing and the bus had yet to arrive. Time would be getting on to half five in the evening before long, and school finished at three.

Frowning brown eyes set upon the screen of an old smartphone that Mummy gave her, for emergencies and to play games on, and there were no messages and not even a signal. That was odd for the country's capital, and traffic was piling up even in their quieter area. Hayley had some money for emergencies, but not enough to get a cab in this state of affairs, so it'd have to be the tube. She had confidence for traveling on that mode and it was very public, but Mummy would be furious even if she made it home safe and sound.